Oh my Livia...

BLOG MOVE!

2008-04-22T02:11:00.000-07:00

http://oliviandstuff.blogspot.com/

hey guys! I've decided to go in a new direction... I was thinking back to my old blogging (like, myspace era!) and I miss just blogging about like...everyday boring shit and making it sarcastic and mean! So I'm going to kinda dabble in that I guess. Just everyday stuff. And then I'll blog some funnies when I think of some! Like right now, I thought of one, and it was my first post. I don't know if it's funny, but it's damn true!

big love to everyone still reading, you guys are the best, I really want to thank you for sticking with me! I'm lookin at you Polt!

HEY POLT! I HAVE BIG NEWS FOR YOU IN AN UPCOMING POST!

Now don't you feel special? chya, Ya do!

THE GOOD OL' DAYS

2008-04-20T23:44:00.000-07:00

Remember when I was funny? Those were the days...

LIFE IN OLIVIA LAND!

2008-03-30T21:56:00.000-07:00

Olivia land also known as:
Memphis and/or the Hood.

I've been asked to update! And that makes me feel oh so special! It's a very magical time!

WELL! Let's see...what's been happening...

Friday! Friday was my amazing best friend's birthday! And I worked my ass off and threw a miraculous surprise party! We were loaded, my house was loaded, everyone was ridiculously DRUNK and it was AWESOME! It was one of those nights where you look at it and go "wow...everyone drank just the perfect amount." We had SO much fun and it was magically delicious. I made new friends and we all had an awesome time. And I lost at beer pong, and it wasn't my fault because I did good! Partner...not so much. But I did make an awesome new friend!

The night started off with me laying in bed. Then I realized, wow, I have to be ready by eight so I run to work and get my check, come back, get to Brittany's place, and watch the Memphis game, fully dressed and ready to go out because I had told her that there was something going on at a nearby bar that would be fun for her birthday. So I end up being late for the game, because I am a slow fucker. But it was super straight!

After the game my secret agent over at my place said that people weren't there yet, so I had to stall...so I open another beer and say "let's finish the ones we're on...then leave..." while proceeding to drink very slowly. Eventually the house was packed and I finished up and we left to go around the corner to my house. And there were cars...everywhere...and cars that were very easily recognizible. Like a bright green jeep. So she was suspicious. But the big "SURPRISE" was loud and awesome!

The night ended with a few lingering awesome people around 4:30, then I took Brittany home and everyone left and I came back and chilled a little more, then went to bed. It...was...GREAT!

SATURDAY!

I did kareoke last night! I did "can't touch this" and "love shack" but my roommate made me be the man in love shack...and it was not flattering. But it was SO much fun, and then I fell asleep...immediately upon coming home.

Today I watched the game (FINAL FOUR, WHAAA? YEAH), went to Target, and realized there was a weird scraping sound coming from under my car...

I had been surprised by a GIANT puddle (like...over a foot deep) and it forced the big piece of plastic that like, covers the bottom part of my civic, to fold backwards and drag... so...I did what any girl would do in the situation...I called my Dad! He was not happy, mostly because now I have this very nice car, and bad things keep happening to it! Nothing TERRIBLE, but like...nothing EVER happened to the Jeep, and he was a piece of shit! And now I have this civic, and it's soooo nice, and it is an accident waiting to happen!

Anywayyy! My dad and brother drive up from home (like, forty minutes away) and I sit in the lot of Target...reading Hamlet for English. I called him and told him to watch out for the gigantic puddle, and when he got to me, he was laughing at the puddle because he was shocked I had made it through without my car getting flooded. So I felt like a pimp. He and my brother continued to jerk the plastic thing and eventually just cut it off and it's in my trunk now, waiting to be reattached later this week, and that's hilarious.

Then I bought 101 Dalmations!

OH MY TIGERS

2008-02-24T10:33:00.000-08:00

Did anyone watch the Memphis vs. UT game last night? The game that I spent around 14 hours in line for? The game where I left work at 3am, went home, showered, ate a cookie or two, went to Kroger, and was in line for at 4:30am? That game? The game where WHILE in line, I fell asleep on a curb? For an hour? THAT GAME!

It was amazing. Even after standing in line from four thirty in the morning to nine, doing ESPN Gameday from nine to eleven, then standing in line again from eleven to six thirty, I didn't in the first section of seats. And do you know why? Because I'm little, and asshole people push in front of me who haven't been in line since 4:30am. People who have energy to do pushing because they have slept in an actual bed in the past 24 hours. The last time I had slept was about eleven in the morning on Friday. That's...forty hours I went without sleep by the end of it.

It was amazing. The game was ridiculously close the whole time and I found out that there's a way to make any sport way more interesting. Beer. By the end of the game I was yelling and jumping and yelling "attack!" because that's the only thing I can think to say during sports. Then we left (we is me and my best frizend.) and went across the street to where we both work and I'm pretty sure I probably made an ass of myself at least twice. But I really do not know...

All I know is that my mind was blown. Now I'm awake and my whole body hurts and my head feels like it's about to explode. But I feel like I can't go back to sleep because I need to actively get to feeling better to make it to some meetings tonight.

Spectacular day though, for a number of reasons.

Yayzers!

Oh, and for those who did not watch, Tigers lost, but like...barely. It was ridonkulously close the whole time and crazy and we ended up losing. Amazing, AMAZING game.

WHAT'S BEEN GOIN ON WITH OLIVIA?

2008-02-16T14:39:00.000-08:00

Very much. A ridiculous amount of amountage has occured since I've last posted. So I will focus on now for this post. Because now is easy to remember...

NOW:
I am at work, my internet at home is DOWN! I don't know why, but it's been going out around the campus area's wireless networks. And since I live four blocks off campus, I have fallen victim to this tragic event. I spend my days studying now...no more facebook for hours, no emails, just funless brain-boosting mental exercise. Ridiculous.

But I'm fully able to use this computer at work, between deliveries. I have the best job ever. It's fun, I get to drive and be charming for tips. And I work with fun people most of the time. Every now and then I come in and it's some RANDOM person, and that is disappointing. Today though it's just me and my ultra-fun manager. Not the moderatly fun one, ul...tra. (Clarification for Polt: Manger is also cute, but prefers to be called ruggedly handsome)

Work seems like a really good subject for a post, therefore:

OLIVIA'S JOB

I work at a cheesesteak place, which is delicious. I make food, I clean things, I take deliveries to both really scary ghetto Memphis places, or very nice old Memphis places. I sometimes get to walk deliveries over to Main Street or Beale and that's just oh so delightful.

When not performing actual useful tasks, we also spend time eating ridiculous amounts of random food, watching videos on youtube, and playing with the "Ghe-dough" left by customers, i.e. cheap playdough.

So yes, my job...is way better than yours.

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As far as school goes, that is BORING. I go to class, I kind of sit there...learning I guess. I have the easiest schedule ever this semester. 12 hours, one honors class, and one class that's once a week, it's amazing. I have 1-3 hours of school each day, then Mondays a 3 hour film class at night. When not in school, I'm working constantly, going to shittons of meetings, and smiling.

Sorry for the super bad post, it was mainly to let it be known that I'm alive. And I don't have a camera still after the whole "aw fuck, my purse got stolen" thing and so there's like, no visual aids for this post. Just close your eyes, and imagine my adorable-ness, and have a magnificent day!

OLIVIA WANTS YOU TO REGISTER TO VOTE!

2007-12-11T20:39:00.000-08:00

and then carry through with like, the votinggg....

It is ridiculously easy to register if you haven't...

SO EASY A REPUBLICAN COULD DO IT! awww snap!

OLIVIA IS HAVING REALLY SHITTY LUCK!

2007-12-08T15:23:00.000-08:00

Let's review the events of December...

December 1st: Christmas with the Krunks- Party thrown by my best friend and I at her apartment.
It was phenomenal, until the cops came. They were cool as hell, though. What sucked was that a friend of mine drank too much and I don't remember a lot of the details about that situation, but I do know it sucked...

Tuesday Night: My car breaks down
There is already a detailed blog about this, and I will make a continuation of said blog, by saying that I am not going to have a car until after Christmas...which sucks giant giant balls.

Friday Night (last night): GREAT night, until my purse got stolen.
I went up to do the top five countdown with a few of my sisters at a radio station here, which I actually love talking about because it's ridiculously fun and I love it, but I will talk about it later. While up at the station, the dj (DLo, super cute btw ((specified for Polt))) asks if any of us want to be put on the vip guest list to senses (a club) for that night. Brittany and I figure, hey, why not, we might stop by if there isn't anything else going on, just to check it out and shit.

So blah blah, we have an awesome time at the radio station as usual (I love it) and Brittany and I head downtown to hang out with a friend of ours for her birthday. This is around 10:30ish maybe. So we get downtown and hang around until about 11:15 because they were leaving to go home and play shot checkers.

Brittany and I figure, what the hell, let's go check this shit out and we drive to the club. We get there around 11:40, go in, and leave at 11:55. We then discover that the passenger door is unlocked when it had been locked before we went inside, and upon popping the trunk, our purses are gone. We go find a popo.

Good news for me, upon returning to my dorm room this morning, I found my wallet that I had, for whatever reason, taken out of my purse this afternoon and put all my cash and my license in my new clutch thing. Shittily, I left my U of M id in the purse. But the worst part was...and Jack knows this...sit down and hold someone's hand...because the bastards stole my camera...

And I had a post on there!! I had taken SO many pictures and planned out a whole post for you guys! And they stole it! MY CAMERA FOR THE LOVE OF THE BABY JESUS!! My camera that has been with me for so long! Throughout Puntabulous, throughout so many nights of great times, so many pictures and memories in that camera! And I miss it.

Luckily, around a week ago I transferred all the pictures to my computer. But still, I had taken a lot of pictures last night...and they were all really cute.

They also stole around 90 dollars in cash from both of us and her wallet and debit card, some IDs, our illusion of safety, memories...you know, the usual.

I really don't like Kelly Ripa. Just a sidenote.

List of things I need to aquire since my purse was stolen:
*Chapstick
*Lip gloss
*Keychains of wonder...bastards, I had the PERFECT keychain too, like, reallly...
*Rape whistle (ironic that it was stolen)
*Tiny notebook for random thoughts I think to write down...
*Digital camera full of memories...
*Car key
*House key
*Dorm key
*Dignity

Now leave me pity comments...

THE HIGHLY FASCINATING TALE OF OLIVIA'S JEEP DYING!

2007-12-06T15:00:00.000-08:00

It was a day like any other, I was out of gas and headed to work. I stopped at the nearest gas station and put in ten dollars, and began my drive to work. I live on campus, sort of in the middle of Memphis, and I was bearing west to get Downtown, where I work at a Philly Cheesesteak place as a delivery driver.

I had not been driving for more than 4 blocks when my Jeep's engine rpm began to soar, yet I was still just going 40 mph. I felt uneasy, and pulled over into a park. I popped the hood and exited my vehicle.

Upon gazing at the engine, I realized that it was steamy and a terrible smell was coming from the general area of the entire car. I called my manager, who is my best friend's brother, and reported to him that I was going to be late. I then called my father, who told me to try to drive to campus.

Of course I follow the suggestion of my father and begin driving. But driving was awful. I could not accelerate to any more that 15 mph, and soon was stuck at an intersection crying. My car zoomed backwards when I had it in drive, and I was freaking out. I then called my dad again, and was crying and freaking out because it's really ghetto in Memphis and I was a sitting duck. Also, driving in Memphis is the equivelent to Death Race 2000.

My deep blue razor phone beeps, I have another call, it's Corey, my manager. I am not sure if I was crying on the phone with him, but he agreed I should call his sister, Brittany, my amazing friend.

I then call Brittany, who calms me down a lot, and I begin to slowly reverse my car to get away from this intersection and make a U-turn. I begin the turn and I keep stalling out and my car will just not go. I finally get to the part of reversing to straighten my car, and it won't go back into reverse. At this point, my Jeep is blocking the entire side street with cars trying to pass on both sides.

I slam my head onto the steering wheel and cry a little before talking to my Jeep about the situation:

"Come on, Jeepy, you can do this, I love you, you can do this! Come on, come on, come on, I know that you can put yourself in reverse, let's just get us to a parking lot then you can rest and we will get you fixed because I love you, you can do it."

And my Jeep-mobile sprang backwards with a GIANT effort and I completed my turn. I then smashed on the gas in drive and with the engine rpm around 6-7, I slowly inched my way going 20 mph down a street, turned, crossed some tracks, and found a parking lot.

Once edging my Jeep into a place, I then shut him down, and called someone who I thought knew about cars and who I also know is always there for me if I get really really upset. I talk to him for a little bit, then my dad beeps in. I talk to my dad and call my friend back.

By this time, Brittany pulls up and climbs aboard. We sit for a little bit before she drives me to work. I drive Corey's car that night, which is nice, because it is very zippy.

Then today was good! I went back up to the radio station that my sisters and I went to a few weeks back to host a countdown, and this time just me and one other good friend went for like voice stuff. "It's my radio station!" etc.

And that is the story of Tuesday night and this morning.

bum bum bummmmm

SAD NEWS

2007-12-04T22:59:00.000-08:00

The Jeep-mobile is DEAD again and almost killed me this time!

Donate to the "Let's get Olivia a new car, damnit!" fund today!

OLIVIA'S ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE DAY!

2007-11-25T19:22:00.000-08:00

This is going to be short:

I just carried a giant suitcase (I can fit inside almost), a computer bag, a large purse, an umbrella, a medium drink, and a bag of food from McDonald's, across campus then up three flights of stairs to my dorm room. In the rain. In heels. In a dress.

If that isn't an accomplishment...I just don't know what is.

Did I mention that rain wasn't just a drizzle? It was a torential DOWNPOUR!! I just wanted to get back to my warm, cozzyyy dorm room.

Then I get here, and it's freezing and smells really awful because my roommate didn't take her trash out before she left for the LONG weekend. Like...who does that when there's FOOD in the trash?! I didn't take mine out because it's all PAPER. Like, really...it smells awful in here.

So yeah, that's that. When I told someone about this though, the three flights of stairs and the heels, etc, I got a funny response though, so that made it better.

OLIVIA GETS CALLED A WHORE!

2007-11-18T12:09:00.000-08:00

And I think it's hilarious, because it is SO far from the truth! Also it's funny because it's someone I went to High School with who has told people this, and it's someone who I have not had any contact with and don't even particularly like, so it's even better!

The friend who told me that this chick is telling people we went to school with responded with this:

"Yeah, that's completely untrue. I have tried to get on Olivia so many times, and she has refused every time. Pretty much anyone will say the same thing."

This was the best part, because it was hilarious. And true. I don't wanna bang random people, as a whore would do, because it's just not worth that mess! It's unclean!

OLIVIA'S BABY IS SICK!

2007-11-15T14:03:00.000-08:00

Everyone is familiar with my baby, correct?

Not the Quiznos, the Jeep. MY Jeep. My Jeep that I bought myself (with help) as my first car, the Jeep that I has been withe me to hold me tight through the tough times, the Jeep whose tires have lost traction multiple times in the rain and almost killed me, the Jeep that kills a little more of the environment every time I drive it. This is the Jeep whose backseat is usually filled with so much random shit that I could probably live in there quite comfortably if I had to.

I love this Jeep, and it's dead right now. I parked it in the parking lot by the place I work after I got my tag (gotsta have a tag because it's a private lot right by Beale and the damn tourists keep parking there, and I'm like, bitch, this is MY lot!) and then later on that night, I went to go home, and it would not start. Okay, no big deal, I will try to jump it in the morning. So I get a ride back to campus and go back the next day, where a super cute guy tried to jump my jeep with his, also cute, because Jeeps helping Jeeps should be like...a philanthropy. Anyway, wasn't the battery.

So it's probably the starter. I am pretty crushed. I miss having it around.

Also, and this is really, really stupid of me, I didn't make the connection between being a delivery driver last night and having no car until I got to work yesterday. So I had to drive my mananger's car. And that is a nice car. I highly reccommend the 4runner. It's very nice. And goes from 0-60 like you have no idea...

OLIVIA CRACKS HERSELF UP!

2007-11-07T20:52:00.000-08:00

So tonight I had to go to see some chick speak about Greek Life for my sorority and stuff. She was a really great speaker and I did enjoy it, but I realized something about myself, I'm kinda weird. Why? Well various reasons, but this is what I'm talking about tonight; she asked what it took to make a relationship successful, and I answered to my amazing friend next to me, "He's gotta get me food..." And that is truthfully the first thing I thought of, while everyone else echoed love and friendship and that shit, I am thinking that that five piece nugget, small fries, and coke, was just not enough. I actually want to marry the literal chain of Wendy's fine food eateries...I love it that much.

Anyway, this began me thinking, what makes the Olivia like the boys she does? What is the key to Olivia's adorable little heart? So, here are the top ten!

1. Food. I love food. People ask me if I'm anorexic, and I am offended, not because they think I have an eating disorder, many great people have eating disorders (I'm lookin at you Mary-Kate!) I just love food so much! Like, do people think I'm ridiculously stupid and do not know how amazing food is?! Every time I finish inhaling something from Wendy's I go into a food satisfaction trance...(spelling?)...and I am in a state of complete bliss for like, ten minutes. It's like opium...

2. Text messages. Love em. Almost anyone I am in regular communication with will tell you that I text ridiculously too much. I just really love that I can type something, and it magically gets transported through THE AIR to another place! In one piece! Does that not blow your fucking mind!? I send messages to people next to me, because I have that power, and I think it's funny.

3. Mix tapes. Nothing says cheesy like Olivia, aside from mix tapes. I love any time someone makes a mix for me, it says to me "Hey, I spent actual TIME picking these songs out! Because I think you're the shit!" And then I'm like, wow, you're totally right, I am the shit, I love you!

4. Movies. I love movies insanely, you should know this, I want to direct. I love watching a movie and ripping it apart in my head if I feel the need, (notice I said in my head, because I don't want to be that guy), If it's a theater, no talking, if it's a DVD, I will probably talk, and I hate me for it, but it depends on the movie and how into it I am. If it's an action movie, don't speak, I am very busy. Comedy, sure, let's chat.

5. Being smart. That's really all I have to say here...

6. If you know something about literature, let's just go ahead and get married. Let me rephrase it- If you CARE about literature, like some classic type shit, and we can have an analytical dicussion about it, let's get married now.

7. Disagreeing with me but not a lot. More like, holding your own opinions regardless of what I think, because I'm not going to budge and I'd like the same type of non-pussiness.

8. Any time a guy makes me want to be a better person that is insanely great. Like, that's great. Except I'm pretty much as great as I can get...so...

9. Being enthusiastic about something, as well as stuff I am enthusiastic about. Like...I get pumped about so much stuff, and I love it when people are equally pumped. Pumped is such a funny word...

10. Being not an asshole. Assholes include guys that are all anti-gay rights and shit, general douchebags, put other people down, put me down, and dress like dumbasses. Because realllllyyyy, if I accidently date some dumbass homophobe again, I think I'll be pushed to the brink and start mass murderes...

The list started sucking at the end but I feel good ab it. I have to write a 6 page paper now.

OLIVIA HATES YOU!

2007-11-02T14:06:00.001-07:00

To the chick in my Sociology class:

Dear you,

I really want to punch you in the neck every time you decide to chime in during lecture. Everything you decide to say sounds the same and not intelligent. The class is unbearable to nearly everyone in the room, and it is made worse by you deciding to state your opinion on every single thing that is mentioned in lecture. I just want to leave class. Really, I do. I want to make a good grade on the test, and leave. This is made far more difficult when you will not shut up and just sit there, like everyone else.

Please shut your dumb face,
Olivia

OLIVIA HATES POMPING!

2007-10-31T17:33:00.001-07:00

And I know that sounds dirty, but this is what pomping is:

Yeah. Pure agony.

OLIVIA WEARS A HAT!

2007-10-29T14:57:00.000-07:00

So for the past four to five days, I have been wearing this hat. I don't know why I wear this hat, but it's like, I feel the need to.

I gave two angles. And from these pictures I have realized that grey is not my color, and our school's homecoming shirt looks awkward on me. But I'm still drop dead cute as hell, so it's hokay.

Anyway, back to the hat. I was wearing it because my hair had been looking shitty. I did a haunted house for a few days and after I'd get done with that had to go from that frat house to another one to work on homecoming stuff and didn't really feel like fixing my hair. Then the hat wearing progressed into a freakish need for the hat. I wore it for my Halloween costume (lumberjack/trucker/no idea...) at a party Saturday night...

and then the next morning I wore it because I was really tired. I wore it last night to the Homecoming kickoff party because my hair was wonky, and I wore it for the latter half of today because I love it so much!

And it's not even a cute hat! I look like a little boy in hats! I don't get it! But everyone likes it, like, I get a lot of comment about it. It's crazy shit.

THIS IS OLIVIA'S MIND RIGHT NOW:

2007-10-23T12:38:00.000-07:00

HOLY SHITTTT!!!!

So. I am so busy this week, and next week, and I guess for pretty much the rest of eternity that I am having trouble finding time to eat. It is REALLY that bad, I'm not like...exaggerating.

So why am I posting a blog instead of doing something else? Because it relieves stress and I actually just rescheduled my Algebra test for Sunday, leaving me with twenty minutes of nothing to do. But it's not even 20 minutes of nothing to do, I have SO much to do, but I have to take a break or I'm going to get overwhelmed and end up like Lindsay Lohan in the hospital with like, whateaver the fuck the stressed out and whatever thing is.

Why I'm busy?
-Chair of a Haunted House charity thing for my sorority
-Paper due Thursday
-New job starting this week
-Homecomingggg
-This haunted house!!! ahhhhhhh....!!!!

Holy shit shit shit.

OLIVIA HONESTLY LOVES:::

2007-10-08T20:31:00.000-07:00

I honestly LOVE LOVE LOVE SUPER LOVE Britney's 'Gimmie More.' Like, to the point where I listen to it on repeat on imeem. I hate to say it, but once I get out of the mini-debt I am in, and have a job, etc, I am BUYING her new album! Like, at a store. And I will blast it as I drive through the dangerous alleys of Memphis!!!

On a more serious note, this has been an awful, awful week for the University of Memphis. We've had two people die, one the murder and the other was a girl in Pi Beta Phi who was in a coma for awhile that was supposed to reduce brain swelling but didn't work out. It's been horrible. They have arrested three people for the murder of Taylor Bradford, and that's good I guess.

Oh, and do not listen to the bullshit on the news about how they handled the situation. They did not have us on lockdown, we were allowed to come and go as we pleased from dorms, etc, a cop would just tell us it was at our own risk, which was super bullshit, not just regular, because no one knew what had happened. The emergency text the school sent only said that classes were cancelled, not that someone had been murdered. There was an email sent out, but a giant percentage of the students only have access to the computers in the labs and library on campus. And both the email and text were sent out over six hours after the murder occurred. There wasn't even a "hey, guys! someone has been shot, get your asses back to your dorms or inside the nearest building!" There were people from the dorm the guy was at when he got shot that left 20 minutes after it happened, not knowing anything had happened, while there were only 'witnesses' that had seen the car driving away, also bullshit because we should have KNOWN at least SOMETHING happened. They thought the VA Tech guy had left, but that was a legendary mistake. And it's just absolute SHIT that they didn't handle it in any good way at all.

I decided to go on and just say where I go to school instead of being careful on the internets because 1) No one reads my bloggg.... AND 2) I already said that there was a shooting and it was on the National news, so it's no secret.

So go ahead and stalk me! It'll be fun!

Anyway. Other news...our dorm room's air conditioner is out. This would not matter in a normal place, but in Memphis it's still around 90º outside. and it's around 75 and muggy in our room!!! AWFUL! But it's fine. I'm just pretending I live in a rainforest.

Olivia is scared to death.

2007-09-30T22:51:00.001-07:00

There was a shooting at my college a few hours ago and one of our football players was shot and is possibly dead. No one knows, everyone is scared, and the university is not helping us out by giving any info through the site, our emergency text service, or email. It's awful and I can't even be funny right now, it's like...awful.

OLIVIA ADDS ON!

2007-09-22T11:20:00.001-07:00

To my list from the last blog:

-Not an annoying drunk
-Loves old and new Kung Fu movies
-Writes on my Facebook wall, but not too much

The first one is inspired by a lot of annoying drunk frat guys from parties last night, the other two I just thought of. But on the note of drunkedness:

People who are annoying drunks should not be allowed to be drunk. Because everyone will hate you. You are allowed to get buzzed or even tipsy, but once you cross that line you need to go somewhere far away. I love friendly, smiley drunk people! I am a friendly smiley tipsy person! I don't cross that line because then I start singing, and calling people (Jack, let's not broadcast that). But last night I saw some guy from a class and he was great! I had hardly talked to the guy and we were best friends! I saw another guy I know, and he didn't make any sense, but he was funny! THAT's what you should be like when you are drunk, not needy and annoying. That's not attractive.

OLIVIA READ HER HOROSCOPE, AND OBEYED AS A JOKE!

2007-09-21T11:48:00.000-07:00

So in our campus paper, there are ridonkulous horoscopes. Mine yesterday was as follows:

"You've been praying for the perfect person to come along. Be a little bit more specific. You could even run an ad."

Not only is this an awful horoscope, but it's also a little bit poorly written. Not a lot of flow there. But also, it's totally true! I SHOULD be more specific. Not to the point of putting out an ad, that's weird for a chick so young and bangin as myself.

Anyway, I read my horoscope while eating lunch with a couple friends of mine, and as a joke, started writing out a list on a napkin (we have like, industrial napkins in this college, no joke). The result was actually a really good list! But also, it made me realize that I am never going to find this man:

-Smart
-Cares about something, some kind of worldly issues, etc.
-Likes good music
-Assertive
-Dresses nice!
-Holds doors open
-Funny
-Passionate about something, anything.
-Involved
-Spontaneous
-Nice
-Good Morals
-Not judgemental
-Acknowleges that I'm smart
-Into politics-don't care which side
-Likes movies
-Understanding
-Doesn't make me plan what we're going to do when we hang out
-Romantic but not weirdly mush/make me throw up in my mouth
-Likes football
-Likes that song that's on my Facebook (Chasing Cars, by Snow Patrol)
-Won't cheat on me
-Doesn't feel the need to constantly hang out, but does want to
-Will go bowling with me and enjoy it
-Will teach me how to play paintball
-Will teach me to drive a stick
-Will let me drive but also will drive.
-Will give me random food, because I love food
-Thinks I'm funny
-Is able to participate in intellectual conversations!!
-Doesn't mind that I swear every now and then...a lot
-Social/likes parties
-Likes Demetri Martin! (a plus)
-Preferably goes to the same school!!
-Not a criminal, unless it's really sexy.
-Will walk slow when I'm lazy
-And EQUAL
-Won't let me boss him around but won't boss me around
-Not an asshole
-Not sexist
-Not ignorant
-Good personality
-Has good friends
-Encouraging/supportive

It occurred to me while writing this that I'm apparently looking for a gay man, because god knows that I'm not going to find a straight man that matches up with this list! I'll take like, 80% though. Or just someone really beautiful.

THIS MIGHT BE THE REASON OLIVIA IS ALWAYS TIRED

2007-09-13T11:39:00.000-07:00

This was at maybe 12:30 last night, I don't know. I was working on a paper that I had planned on being done with way earlier but then there was a very OC-esque arguement and I ended up finally finished my three papers at 1:30 AM, still upset and tired.

BUT the one thing that made me feel better was taking this video, because it cracks me up that I did. You will see why. My roommate snores like the lovechild of a Hippo and Cher.

Yeah. I know. If anyone in the Memphis area wants me to come live with them free of charge and provide me with warm meals on command, let me know! Because I have to barracade my head with pillows and shove cotton balls in my ears. The snoring is audible over my ipod turned all the way up, to give you an idea of how bad it gets.

OLIVIA IS GLAD SHE'S NOT BRITNEY SPEARS

2007-09-10T15:37:00.001-07:00

Because Britney is a broken woman. She looked so depressed on her VMA performance, I couldn't even mock her. She looked great body-wise, not weirdly skinny or anything like a lot of chicks performing might have, you know? I'm really am glad she's a normal size, there are too many skinny celebs! But she looked tired and had that "I want to go home" look on her face. Not an "I love dancing like a slut in a weird underwear-esque outfit while my two children are at home wondering what the hell."

I wonder if she's just sort of like, not wanting to do any of it anymore. I would support her in that! Just saying enough is enough before going down the Anna Nicole road? Sounds awesome! Britney, I've got your back! And your front! I have as much of you as those backup dancers! Because I owned 3 of your thousand albums! And critically reviewed one in the fifth grade to my outraged peers who thought it was gold.

I would love to write more about the matter, but I have to get super dressed up now for a sorority thing! Speaking of which, I am now an Alpha in Alpha Delta Pi!!! And I love my sorority!

OLIVIA'S COLLEGE UPDATE!

2007-09-04T11:51:00.000-07:00

TOP FIVE THINGS TO LOVE ABOUT COLLEGE:

1. The TA that is teaching my Honors Class! Surrre, I might have given him the impression that I might be dumb when I brought the US Weekly talking about Britney Spears drinking with the babies (READ IT!) as my example of an arguement, but it WAS! And it was the only magazine I had close by and what a loser I would have been to bring a book! But moving forward, he's like a Zach Braff/ I don't know what teacher guy who is funny and lets us out of class early a lot of the time. The only downside is that he really likes Chuck Klosterman (spelling?) and I tried to read one of his books and felt that he is a pretentious asshole who really isn't that attractive. So I don't think that our love can be.

2. I don't have to make food! I just swipe a card and BAM I have food! Meal Plans are the best thing ever. Sure, it's not free, but it's effortless and abundant.

3. I am getting awesome exercise walking to class/everywhere imaginable. I don't feel that guilty about the chicken nuggets I had for lunch, because I walked across campus twice and a half today. AND I got a side salad! It's like I'm training for the Olympics!

4. All my new friends are always around, because we live in the same square mile. I miss the other friends supremely, but these new ones are pretty good. My dorm is RIGHT in the middle of campus, so it's like I live in the center of a tiny little town filled with thousands of people.

5. Short, short days, despite taking 15 hours. I'm done by 12:30 pm three days a week, the other two by 2:05 pm. And so I get done, and am supposed to do homework. So I take a nap, and it's great! My roommate snores, so I have to find some way to get a little rejuvenated halfway through my day.

TOP FIVE BAD THINGS ABOUT COLLEGE:

1. Once people find out I have my Jeep up here, they want me to take them places. I have no problem with this, because I love driving. I'm good at it, I can drift (not in the Jeep, of course). But I do have a problem when people comment on my driving, "Olivia, why are you letting all these people cross?" "Olivia, try not to hit the curb next time." "Olivia, you shouldn't yell so much at the other drivers." You can suck it, and go find another ride.

2. Communal bathrooms in my dorm. They are sucky. I can't have a relaxing shower while two other people are having a relaxing shower next to me! That leaves no relaxation for me! They are using up the relaxation. And, every time someone flushes a toilet, the water pressure becomes nonexistent.

3. Living with a stranger...I hate it! My roommate is MEAN too! And she keeps saying "You know, I told you that I was a nice person and like everyone, but you just don't like me." OKAY! She is the one that is mean! I am a very nice person!!! She came in at almost one in the morning and turned on her TV while I was sleeping, so I roll over and very nicely ask her if she'd mind turning it off. So this turns into some GIANT thing where now she wants a new roommate, but now we're kind of getting along, but we had a giant fight so there's that. Shitty shit.

4. Having to go the basement to do laundry is like a bad movie! I have done my own laundry for years, but not in a basement. I feel like once I go down there it's either going to turn into a bad porno or a shitty horror film with a low budget. My solution? Don't do laundry. Wait until I go home and ask my mom to do it. She didn't this weekend, and I had to, but it was at least in a civilized laundry ROOM. Not a laundry prison.

5. I have to dress up four days in a row for Sorority Recruitment. It might kill me. BUT I'm going to look so cute it might blind you. No joke. The first day is tomorrow so I'll be not blogging for a good minute. (like, five days). But I haven't been blogging too crazily anyway so it's not like a shock to anyone's system I bet. But dressing up is great for one day, maybe a few hours. I have to dress up for four days for like, a million hours. And not bring a purse, wow, where will I put my knives? Noooo idea.

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But yeah, college is great so far. Peach Slice and Teddy Grams and Peanut Butter constituting as a meal is the best thing ever.

OLIVIA GOT TAGGED!

2007-08-26T10:53:00.000-07:00

So I got tagged...in September...and found this post as a draft...with none of the 8 things. SO HERE I GO!

Alexandra over at http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/ (sorry, shitty school network won't let me use the easy click/link thing where I would have just put "Alexandra" and it would be a link.) tagged me! This made me feel good inside, because I was pretty sure no one read this blog anymore!

Here are the rules:

People who are tagged need to write these rules in their own blogs & share eight things about themselves that others might not know. At the end of the their blog post, they need to tag six people and list their (blog) names. Leave a comment on the blogs of the people they’ve chosen telling them they’ve been tagged and encouraging them to come over and read the eight things you’ve written on your blog.

EIGHT THINGS THAT YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW ABOUT ME!

1. I'm a GIANT Star Wars fan. But normal. I don't dress up (in public...) or anything, but I LOVE it. It's like...the first movie I remember watching. I have the three original VHS tapes...and a shirt...that is really cool.

2. I love sports. I can't under any circumstances play shit, but I love watching them. I get really worked up, and yell "Attack!" I don't know what else I'm supposed to yell. I yell "Get the fuckin ball!" a lot. As well as "What are you doing?!" And GO GO GO! All of these things sound a little sexual, now that I'm writing them down.

3. I have a son. Kidding! But how awesome would that be?! Aside from the me being a parent part, but like, THINK about it! I'd have a little sidekick! He could drive around like that cat! Can't think of the name! Starts with a "T"

4. I'm a beer pong champion. I will kick your ass. No questions asked. You will leave my house crying. Because of me...completely obliterating you.

5. I'm lactose-intolerant. You should know this in case you ever plan on giving me gifts of like...lactose. It's not a good idea, order me something else! Kittens! I love kittens!

6. I clean a lot. I just do. I like things to be clean. It looks happier that way. It's easier to find things, you are prepared for random people coming over, it's great.

7. I hate Lewis Black. SO MUCH! I just want to hurt him. He was just on TV. I just...want to stab him.

8. My legs are uncannily smooth right now. I got this new razor, it's amazing. Like...you could eat off my leg right now or something. I don't know what kind of metaphor is appropriate.

OLIVIA DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING SPECIFIC TO BLOG ABOUT!

2007-08-11T13:27:00.000-07:00

- I want to express how awesome my best friend is, even with her living two states away. Amanda, you are the SHIT! So thank you for looking out for me when I decide to be stupid, especially last night. I love ya!

- I am pretty much last of all my friends to be moving out this month. I'm the very last to move out for college I think, and that's weird. I still haven't talked to my roomate so I guess I need to call her. But anyway, back to me being like, alone in our home town for awhile. That's sucky! I'm going to be totally alone! Parker just moved down to the magnet school to go be super smart, so even though he's not even in college yet, he's gone. And then the high school starts Monday, so even my friends who are still in high school aren't going to be able to hang out for two weeks because they have to go be studious. It's pretty much a crisis.

- I think everyone should go and check out The Black Suits on Myspace Music because they are very close friends of mine and Shane sings like a hunk and Kyle plays guitar amazingly, so do that.

- In other news, I've been watching Season Four of The OC and despite hating it when it first aired, I LOVE IT now!! I especially love Ryan in this season because he's more goofy and less angsty, and I love me a goofy man. Especially a goofy man that is as beautiful as he is.

- I ended up NOT going to Ozzfest this past week because I didn't want to die. I partially regret the decision because they got an AWESOME hotel. I mean...it was killer. But also, with me not going it allowed the guys to be guys and not have to look after me the whole time, so I'm glad.

- I still haven't seen Hot Rod! And I love the guys from The Lonely Island and it's like an act of betrayal having not seen it yet. But I will eventually.

- Thanks to my amazing friend Sam, who is an absolutely phenomenal friend and I'm completely worried that I'm not as great, but I love you!

-Hey, everyone, "a lot" is two words. At least seven out of ten people I've talked to lately have said "alot" a lot, and it causes me physical pain.

- My dorm room is going to be cute as anything. I will take pictures and put them up whenever I get it cute and move in, but just trust me, SO CUTE. I got really great sheets and a pink phone. It's awesome.

- Copernicus is an amazing fish, that thing goes DAYS without eating, and when I go over to check if he's dead, he's totally alive. Miracle fish.

I should actually feed him now.

OLIVIA IS REALLY A NICE PERSON!

2007-08-08T22:33:00.000-07:00

TEN REALLY NICE THINGS I'VE DONE RECENTLY:

1. Put my own good time aside so that some friends could have an even better time.
2. Sacrificed sleep for a three hour long middle of the night phone call with a friend having a hard time.
3. Helped mud a friend's apartment. (Actually that's tomorrow. And I swear it has nothing to do with the friend being very easy on the eyes.)
4. NOT beat up Parker for my own enjoyment.
5. Stopped by my high school to make sure my little brother didn't miss schedule pick-up.
6. Taken my brother to pick up his schedule.
7. Left a cookie on the windshield of someone having a really bad day.
8. Invited someone who looked lonely to hang out for the night. (And I swear it wasn't JUST because he was cute.)
9. Been nice to the chick I work(ed)* with and would really like to strangle because everyone hates her, and she knows it.
10. Taken little brother back-to-school shopping.

THREE BAD THINGS I'VE DONE RECENTLY:

1. Cursed like a sailor.
2. Went off on a kid who kept coming behind the counter at Quiznos. It was a rage blackout.
3. Gotten a speeding ticket, and that's just a subject for a whole different blog!

*I totally quit Quiznos. My last day was Saturday and there was not even a cake after I've been there a YEAR! That's a year of my life GONE to those fuckers and am I appreciated for it?! NO! So I kept my uniform and refuse to give it back so that they will have to order more uniforms for the new employees. TAKE THAT! I have three shirts, an apron, and two hats. I'm supposed to have one shirt, hat, apron. But I'm sneaky, like Optimus Prime.

I start school on the 27th! I move out of my house the 24th! It's pretty crazy shit. Send me some housewarming gifts, it's the polite thing to do.

OLIVIA WRITES TWO BLOGS IN ONE DAY!

2007-07-19T13:11:00.000-07:00

Because I have TWO things to blog about!

So. I'm very possibly going to Ozzfest in St. Louis. The only thing standing in my way is the part where it's weird for me to stay in a hotel room with four guys. I know all four and three are some of my best friends, but my parents get this look whenever I talk about it. This look like "our little girl's a slut" even though these guys are like brothers to me and even though we live in Mississippi, I'm not into incest.

But assuming that I'm going to St. Louis with these guys,

How's that for amazing! Not really, but like I said, I have to go to work! The Audio keeps cutting out so you can ust fill in the gaps with whatever you want. You guys have an awesome day!

OLIVIA IS A BAD BLOGGER!

2007-07-19T12:46:00.000-07:00

But I'm sure that this is very apparent, seeing as I haven't posted anything in a very long time.

However! I do have something to talk about now! And time to blog it, because although I'm totally graduated, moving out in a month, and eighteen, I have gotten myself grounded for the first time ever. So there's a lot of time, at least until I have to go to work in an hour.

So here it is:

OLIVIA- SORORITY OR NO?!

(That was the new title)

Recently I was invited to a Facebook group for sorority recruitment at the university I'm going to in the Fall. It's like, an invite only thing, and so naturally, I was flattered and joined.

But the question is, can I see myself in a sorority or not? I can in some aspects, as far as the like...activity part of it goes and social aspect. But then there's the stereotypical sorority part that sort of irks me. Yes, irks. With the sisterhood and the rules and everything. I can't be sisterhood-y and follow stupid rules!!!

Here's a list of reasons I'd be GREAT in a sorority:

1. I'm very good at organizing things and being involved and being insanely social and also very good at acting like I really like people while I actually hate them.

2. I'm pretty damn cute, if I do say so myself.

3. I'm always very involved in what's going on and participate in ridiculous things.

Here's some reasons I'd suck in a sorority:

1. My friends are primarily boys, the ratio of guy friends to girl friends is probably three to one. And the reasons are simply because girls bug me a lot of the time. There's always something dramatic going on that someone has to be upset about, and when I hang out with the guys, I'm the only one that is bitching about what a jerk that last guy I dated was. Also, guys will be more willing to do funner things, or at least my idea of fun, where it's mainly blowing things up and stuff. If I were to join a sorority, I don't think they'd be into me blowing things up.

2. A lot of the time if I get worked up, in a good or bad way, I curse like a sailor. I don't think they'd like that.

3. They all have really, really, nice hair. And I have amazing hair, I mean, I would have sex with me, but it's up most of the time, because it sort of gets in the way when I'm blowing stuff up or getting duct taped to a pole.

4. I'm an awful dancer.

So you see, it's difficult. Because I like being on the inside (That's what he said) and I feel like if I were to be in a sorority, I'd have access to more shit, and get more involved way faster. But also, they could very possibly not want me, because of many reasons in addition to those above.

Still, I can't see myself in a sorority with a bunch of chicks. I could see myself in a fraternity, also a good plot for a movie. And you can't take that idea, because it's my movie idea, and it's on here, and so if you take it, I can sue your ass.

OLIVIA'S VACATION BLOG WITH A CREATIVE TITLE!

2007-06-16T16:24:00.000-07:00

I couldn't think of a good title, I apologize.

So. I took around three hundred pictures during our family trip to Oregon. And I have picked the best (read: my favorite, some suck...a lot) to share with the world (thirteen people) that has been anticipating this holy blog for hours!

I will begin at the beginning, which is only logical:

This is how it looked out my window once during the flight. The chick next to me was all frazzled when I pointed my camera out the window. And I was all "what." Then we fought.

On the first flight, I sat next to this guy. I wasn't happy at first because he was with a giant group on a mission trip, and so it was pretty much given that he would push his Jesus on me. But it turns out, aside from me being right, he was Elvis's personal assistant for a few years way back when. So I got to hear Elvis stories while we flew to Denver. The only downside was, eventually the stories ended up back at Jesus. If that guy was a super hero, his power would be bringing anything, including mayonaise, back to Jesus.

Eventually we got to Portland, where I took this picture that I like. I figure, if I lived in Portland, I would live in this building, regardless of whether or not it was actually an apartment building.

This is something that puzzled me though. This was in the window of a shoe repair place, and I don't see what it has to do with the repair of shoes. Also, it does not make me want to get my shoes repaired there. Frankly, it freaks me out a little. My good friend, Aaron, made sense of it, to himself at least. He said the point that he saw was, if this guy wasn't going to wear anything, he was going to wear shoes, even without a body. But that is crap.

Just say "fudgefudge" really fast. It's great. I don't know why, it doesn't sound dirty or even really have any sort of inuendo in there. It just made me insanely happy.

Lastly for my Portland pictures, here is my dad, watching the Weather Channel but looking like a monsoon is coming. If only he had glasses on to dramatically take off. "Oh...my...God..."

After a day or two in Portland, we ventured to pretty much the smallest town ever that is NOT a ghost town. We went to visit our grandparents, and had a fantastic time with them, regardless of the fact that I saw maybe three guys in the entire town. Maybe they are like vampires, though.

Also, the town had the smallest monkey bars I have ever seen. Ever.

We actually DID go to some ghost towns though:

I thought this was funny, because you see the little box, and then behind it is a barn full of old cars and wagons that are in serious need of restoration. But I liked that they were old and decrepid.

This is a whole lot of nothingness on the way to the ghost town of boredom. Seriously. It was boring.

I got to know some of the friendly, yet quiet locals of one ghost town. Population, eight or something.

I think this guy was wasted. I did my best not to anger him.

Here's a giant pile of cow poop. I should have put up a hand or something to show the size, but it was gross. And just too giant to NOT take a picture of. So here it is.

Here's my brother being emo and weird right before I found the giant poop.

Here's the ghost town bathroom door! Apparently they are not familiar with "that's what she said" jokes. So I'd like to say to you, "push hard" door, THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!

Later on, we found an abandoned gym. I took this picture that I am super proud of because it kicks ass.

This is me being really cold by an old gas station pump. It was freezing and windy.

This is a super cool picture my mom took. And I look cool/sexy as hell, so I figured I'd stick it in here. Feel free to set it as your desktop.

Here I am again, this time standing among some creeeepy ghost chairs! And I didn't move them at all, they were already creepy.

We then traveled to some larger towns on the coast.

The sea was angryyyy!

And it was pouring down this, like, hell-ish super-mist and I thought I was going to die.

This is my favorite house, ever. However, it is falling apart and can probably not be salvaged. It is totally a fight club house. And so I was annoying and took pictures of it. But it's SO COOL!!!

This is my uncle and my emo brother, both looking oh so pretty. I put this picture on here for my own enjoyment. Take that!

And lastly, here is a food dog. I made it with my hash browns and some ketchup and some other stuff at breakfast out last morning. It should have been framed.

So those are my favorite vacation pictures. There are loads more, but that's all I have energy for. Really, I have to go take a nap now.

OLIVIA GIVES YOU SOMETHING CUTE AND SOMETHING FUNNY!

2007-06-06T17:49:00.000-07:00

I'm a caring person 12% of the time, and I like to give to those I care about.

I give you something adorable:

That is a tiny, sweet baby kitten whose mutha cat wasn't a very smart mom. She left it behind my grandparents' house with some other, older kittens. But I loved it for her.

And I give you something just plan fantastic:

I won't spoil this moment with words...

OLIVIA IS TAGGED!

2007-06-04T17:27:00.001-07:00

Craig tagged me! And I'm not sure what I am specifically supposed to say. I had options, and I'm not great at making rash decisions on the spot like this. So, I am just going to combine the things.

They were:
1. Four blogs that make you think.
2. Six wierd facts about myself.
3. Eight random facts...about myself.

So I present you with...

SEVEN FACTS ABOUT MYSELF AND SOME BLOGS THAT MAKE ME THINK THINGS!

1. I love Roy Orbison. Make fun of me all you want, but I love that man. This catches people off guard when "Only the Lonely" starts to play on my ipod when I'm driving. But they can suck it.

2. I'm border-line germaphobic! I carry hand sanitizer with me everywhere I go, and Lysol things frequently. But you really cannot be too careful. Did you see that disease-spreading ass face on the news from the plane rides?! And he was finally in DENVER! DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY CONNECTING FLIGHT WAS!!!??? DENVER!!!!

3. I scarcely cry, but when I do, someone had better be getting me flowers or candy or something because it is probably very serious. However, I hardly ever cry in front of people. I'm not completely sure why. It's mostly because I don't like people to see me vulnerable, because they often do because I'm little and adorable. And I'm not vulnerable, I could kick your ass without even trying.

4. I'll do anything ridiculous with a large enough audience.

5. I'm really concieted. Like, way too much. But I think it's okay, because I at least acknowlege it! For instance - I text messaged something to a friend of mine, Ian. And Ian texts back that I'm the funniest chick he knows. I respond, "Yep, and I'm pretty too!" Given, most of it is me just goofing around, but let's not lie, I'm the shit.

6. Pointed out by Parker: I'm a sweet little innocent girl who reads Chuck Palahnuik books. I didn't think anything was weird about it, but apparently it's a little hinky. When asked by my Grandmother why I read his books, I told her I didn't know, I just really love them.

7. When something is bothering me, it's pretty easy to tell if you're not a complete idiot. Any time when I'm happy, I don't do much. I'm a generally very lazy person. But if something is bothering me, I keep insanely busy. Like, one thing after another to avoid dwelling on whatever it is or having to deal with it. Instead of taking to bed when totally crushed, I clean the carpets of my Jeep.

*Parker's myspace blog makes me think about how I really couldn't stand Parker for awhile. And also that Parker being as smart as he is should really have better grammar.

*Puntabulous makes me think things like "hahahaha!" Because Craig is hilarious.

*The Seventh Notion makes me think that going to a prep school would be like A Separate Peace, although I'm sure it's not at all. But Finny was HOT anyway.

OLIVIA IS SORRY!!

2007-06-03T21:42:00.001-07:00

At the moment, I am in a town where the graduating class this year was like...and literally, around 15 people I think. I could be the mayor! At least I could, in my imagination.

I totally apologize for the lack of great posting so far! We left like, two days after graduation and this is the first time I've even gotten to a computer. It's like I'm a cave person!! But really...it's been awful. All I could think about is who's commenting me on Myspace and whether or not I had a new email or comment on here. That and OH MY GOD OREGON HAS SOME HOT BOYS!!!!

So since I having nothing really planned and would rather not upload pictures onto my grandmother's computer (where I am now, thank the Baby Jesus for her being all up in techology's buisness!) I will tell about the wonders of Portland guys.

They are wonderous. Not all of them, of course, but a great great number. And the best part is, they are looking at me too! Mississippi boys suck! I mean REALLY! Sure, I get checked out there, but here, it's by actual good looking, non-redneck, ride-a-bike or drive-a-hybrid, delicious man boys. And since I'm in a town with a population of like, what, fifty!? Just kidding, but I'm like the shit! "Who's that?" "Effin Olivia, she's the shit. Check out her tight ass!"

Anyway, to answer some questions!

I am going to college in Memphis next year. Yes, it's not that far away, in fact, I will be living at home still since I live only 15 minutes outside of Memphis, but I'm still very excited. I will probably eventually transfer but for now I'm scared and want to stay near my mommy. I'm going to major in Communications with a concentration on Film because of my whole going to be a director-have a six year plan so far thing.

Hm... what else?! Oh yes, for my dear Polt! There will be some Parker here and there, but since I'm leaving for college, and also, he's going to a crazy magnet school next year, we won't be seeing as much of each other as usual. It's actually really sad. But you have to remember, Parker is not some piece of ass! He has hopes and dreams! And got me a really, really pretty bracelet for Graduation! I'm wearing it now! And he is also just a piece of ass...hahaha!

Anyway, I want to sit down and do a good, centered post while I'm here, and I'm here for another week and a half, so look forward to that, the worst that can happen is your dreams being crushed and you crying, etc. BUT I can PROMISE you a good, long, sexy (yeah, right), post as soon as I get home, because I am taking pictures for it with YOU in mind!

Also, Craig tagged me, and I will be getting my tag on soon, so...there. I didn't know how to end that sentence.

OLIVIA FORGETS TO MENTION THIS IN PREVIOUS POST!

2007-05-31T10:41:00.000-07:00

Because I'm smooth like that.

Let me know to blogroll you! Because there's a lot of blogs to be rolling! So it's a group effort here, you tell me, I execute! Also, we're sort of like the Super Friends.

OLIVIA GRADUATES!!!

2007-05-30T16:36:00.000-07:00

And as you can see, I was thrilled to have pictures taken before the ceremony.

The ceremony as a whole was pretty much what I expected. It was mostly long...and a little boring. Up until it was my turn to walk across the stage all I was really thinking about was the fact that my cap was slowly slipping off the side of my head and concentrating on walking in my heels without falling over. After I walked, I had to focus on getting back to my seat without falling and balancing my cap.

And did I fall?! NO SIR! Ya, ballin as anything. But to the front row of my classmates, it did look like I stumbled. Not my fault, though. As I was walking across the stage, I hear Copernicus's father figure yell "Don't forget Copernicus!" over all the other wooing and clapping. And so I sort of cracked up a little. Other than that, did great.

So how does it feel being a High School Graduate? Pretty much the same as usual. Except now I can mark "yes" on job applications that ask if I have a High School Diploma.

I do feel a great sense of relief I guess, that I don't have to see many of my fellow graduates for another ten years, though. Because really, I wasn't very fond of a lot of them, and it sort of killed me inside to hear them go on about how Global Warming wasn't real.