I'm Only Blogging Because I'm Afraid of My Homework

I try not to use this space to whine and moan about my work load. Generally, I've had a fairly stress-free semester so far. This week, however, feels like that dream I have sometimes where I'm in a building or on the top of a ladder and it comes crashing slowly, slowly down, so I can see my death coming. I wish I could close my eyes, open them again, and find myself in next week already. Pray for me, friends, pray for me.

Here are some pictures:

My sister and I took a daytrip to Hot Springs this summer. This sign has been there since I was a child. I just noticed that one of the fudge flavors is "sour balls." Southpark has totally corrupted me.

I believe I took this picture at Calloway Gardens. Pretty, right?

This is me and Margaret at her family's BEACH HOUSE. We're drinking gin and tonics.

I took this picture last Easter on Emory's campus. I'm so ready for spring this year.

This is me and my dad at the Cyclorama, which was a total trip. We both have an affinity for Civil War weaponry. I like how we're smiling and pointing that cannon right at the viewer.

And here's me (little blonde girl in front) acting like a total and complete weirdo. I still sing and dance obliviously to the soundtrack in my head, I've just gotten better at hiding it. I got to be in the homecoming parade when I was six. I loved it because I got to miss school one day to pick out those dresses with my friend, Abbe. Plus I got to wear a wrist corsage like the big girls and got tons of attention. Aren't the homecoming princesses dresses the height of '80's awesomeness?