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So...
I changed my major.
Nothing drastic this time just dropped design. Now I am a Marketing Major and Business Minor...which may or may not be a mistake, I'm not sure yet.  At the time it just seemed less stressful for now, more logical for the future, which I rarely think about anywho.  My first day of school was awful, I even cried.  Thank goodness for my advisor who offered up a hug and would have given me a tissue, but apparently I used up her box last semester =S 


Things that are different about my classes thus far. 

It will be weird to be in a classroom with no sharps disposal container, I don't know if I'll feel safer without one, or just more cautious, because apparently in these classes you can throw your sharps anywhere.

I'll actually be doing my homework at home...what?

Not all my classes are in Justin, which is fine when its nice out...but awful when its below, lets say, 85 degrees

I wonder how these people feel about Margarita Cupcakes

People in the Business department are sassssssy.

I don't have a locker anymore...I'm confused as to where I'm supposed to put all my crafts when I'm in class.

There aren't hula hoops or hackie sacks in ANY of these rooms..fun killers

I will most likely gain weight from only walking up two flights of stairs instead of three. But loose weight because I'll be getting an appropriate amount of sleep and not living out of the vending machine.  

I'm sure it will all even out.  

I'm guessing no one in these classes will have a rap battle with me #automaticchampion

Who am I suppose to spend the Holidays with?

These desks are tiny.

I need one this size

Apparently it's not okay to randomly sketch and color during a lecture...

Class is only an hour long?

I only hope I can be this happy to go to class again

No more babies in denim boxes =(

The End. 

The Birthday Project (Annnd It's number 23!)

AHHHHHH it's my first blog post!!! I was going to wait until after this semester to start my life updates but I feel like this is an appropriate start to what will soon be one of the greatest-ish blogs of all time.
These first few posts will most likely be lame, because my fancy pants bloggy friend Teagan (You can read her blog HERE) isn't here to help me. And I'm asking you to do something for me, so you're probably like "oh my goooosh, I'm never going to read her blog schmlog again if all she does is ask me to do favors for her, but guess what? I'm a greedy person, so get over it. No, but really I'm only asking this one time...until next year.  So onward I go,


To my beautiful friends and family,
As you all know, or don't know, my birthday is Wednesday December 7th (the big 2-3) and since I read a blog about "The Birthday Project" it has been my goal to do the same on my big day, but seeing as how I have school and work (poop) I've decided to begin my project early and extend until I have completed my own "Birthday Project".  So I suppose I should tell you a little about this adventure because I would like you to do the same =) I plan on doing 23 random acts of kindness, and am asking each one of you to do just 1 random act of kindness as well.  It doesn't have to be planned, or something big, just something out of the ordinary for you to do. You could pay for someones coffee, grab a few carts out of the lot at the grocery store, help someone put bags into their car, feed a few parking meters (don't feed them real food, just quarters), say hi to a stranger, go play with the puppies and kittens at the animal shelter (take them some old towels and newspapers too), donate clothing/food/time/anything you can live without to someone who needs it... Soooo many options!  This can be my birthday present from you, and considering you probably haven't boughten me anything yet, this will save you a trip, woohoo!  I realize most of you amazing people do things like this everyday, so just add one more, and don't forget to tell me about it, because I like my heart to feel all warm and fuzzy =)


Luf You! (unless you don't do this, then....I'll sick my cat on you, and trust me, she's a pistol)