The Big C.

College. a place for..pizza eaters, beer drinkers, students that have a career in mind..and now..me as well. Im excited..really. I filled out my first of many fourms..and I feel like..this huge thing is going to hit me, actually happening in front of my eyes. So far..id like to major in Journalism, and minor in business. Business will open up my opportunities too : make my own publication company (as in newspaper or real online blogging system where me and other writers join forces to entertain). Start my food cart ive been dreaming of for years, switch it all over and get into advertising..or. The skies the limits. i feel like..I picked JUST THE RIGHT major/minor..it just did not f ully hit me til now. So like a ton of bricks..I got my ass in gear, got motivated, and here I am talking of my adventures. FAFSA: Check. now..to apply myself in simple things like putting my shoes away...anotha story!

Wardrobe malfunction

im a pack rat. I HATE when people refer to me as a hoarder, there is a difference. I dont have pizza boxes and dead rodents lining the walls of my home, I simply own too much stuff (and regularly get rid of trash and recycling, various recepticals) yet..its to the point of zero to barely any floor space. The process of elimination has been too much. I never know what to get rid of? where to start? etc etc. I was proud of myself today, ended up ridding around 10 tshirts. Ive decided that my clothes are younger then my birthdate, and that its time to change that within myself. I could do better, and i have been checking threadless (Figuring id get a few and just rotate more instead of completely get lost in whatever clothes I do possess currently). Hopefully with any luck, ill be able to get rid of even more shirts/tanks. Then, I can move forward in the process that is my room. Hopin, Wishin, but praying for bigger things.