Spring Break 2010

Well, it's official. I've started my planning with my friends on where we're going to be going for Spring Break this year, and we've decided on the very cliched vacationing spot of Florida. Panama City Beach, Florida, to be exact. It's supposedly one of the top college Spring Break destinations, so we're pretty pumped to go and get ourselves into all sorts of crazy shenanigans. I mean, drinking in public? How awesome is that going to be? The last time I did that was, well, a couple of days ago, but this will be on the beach. And everyone else will be drinking too so I won't look like a total weirdo.

I've been to Panama City before, but it was back in high school. I had just turned 16 years old and I was, unfortunately, with my family for that trip. So I couldn't go all out crazy, or so I wasn't supposed to. Because if you know me, you know that I did go totally crazy that week, regardless that my parents and some of the extended family were right in front of me at all times, watching me like a hawk in case I got kidnapped or raped or something equally as horrifying. But that trip (and I mean this with all of my heart) stripped me of my innocense. Haha, I know, I know, sounds really dramatic, but it's totally true. The things that I got myself into, the people that I met down there, the experiences that I faced -- all of that shaped me and changed me so much within just one week that I changed drastically after I got back home and went back to school. It's amazing how something can really change a person. I won't go into details about the exact things I got myself into because, well, some of them aren't too great and definitely not appropriate for a class blog (har har), but Panama City Beach changed me in such a way (and it was a good way, mind you) that I'm super stoked to go back again for another week to see if I can have anymore UNSUPERVISED, crazy happenings.

Anyway, in preparation of this glorious Spring Break festivity, I've started tanning again. And boyyyyy, it's been years since I've done that. Again, back in high school was when I was mucho tan and sexy. But ever since college crept up on me four years ago, I haven't had the funds to keep my skin a beautiful golden brown. Until now, folks. Spring Break in Florida... Come on, I can't go there looking like a total paste-face. I'd get made fun of so much. No one would want to invite me or my friends to their crazy beach parties, and they certainly wouldn't allow such a pale ghost to use their beer bongs. Nope, so I hopped into that tanning bed the other day for exactly ten minutes, and when I came out... ahh, refreshing! But then a couple of hours passed and my skin started to heat up. And then it heated up more and more and more and more until I was burnt. Damn. So no tanning today until my supple, damaged, lobster-looking skin decides to heal. But I'm only giving it until tomorrow. I need to get back into the tanning bed regardless if I look like a #3 platter at Long John Silvers because, dammit, I'm going to be sexy in Florida. I don't even care.

But we still have to get the motel worked out, and my work schedule is NOT helping any. My manager isn't budging on giving me the time off for the entire week, but I decided that if she schedules me (which I've already talked to her about all of this), I'm just going to have to call in sick. Every day. And my excuse will be, "Oops, I can't come into work today because, well, I'm in Florida. Bye."

So if I still have my low-paying, minimum wage retail job when I come back to Indiana in two weeks, I'll be surprised.

You think I'm who!?

You know what? I'm just going to come right out and say it.

I am not a Jonas Brother.

Nope, I'm not the fourth (or fifth?) missing Jonas Brother, and no, I never will be. I mean, sure, the money they make would be pretty sweet to have, and those purity rings they wear everywhere sure are shiny, but come on now. And yeah, Miley Cyrus is kind of cool in her own right. She has two personalities and she is able to rock a wig even before scoring any wrinkles on her face. That takes some talent to wear a wig properly - a blonde one, at that. But no, I'm not a Jonas Brother, I don't rock out on stage with them, I don't make out with Disney stars and I certainly don't pose for J-14 magazine (although I wouldn't mind doing so).

Point is, I'm not a Jonas Brother. So to the little girl at Fazoli's that came up to me during my scrumptious lasagna and twenty-seven breadsticks meal and asked if I was a Jonas Brother, sorry to say, but no. I sadly do not have the last name of "Jonas," nor will I ever unless their parents decide that I should be their newly adopted step-child. But I don't really see that happening anytime soon.

The little girl was so freaking adorable, too. You could tell she was a huge Disney fan. I don't even think I look like a Jonas Brother. Well, at least not today, I didn't. My hair was done in the funkiest way possible, and I had the ugliest lip rings in today that made me look like a vampire with pasta sauce oozing from my mouth. And my eyes were puffy because I was hungover from ingesting way too much tequila last night. I don't think any of the Jonas Brothers drink tequila, by the way. And I'm pretty sure I smelled like puke and cat litter, mixed with some sort of coffee after-stench. To be honest, I was a regular rank-ass. It was a tough night, let me tell you.

But I remember singing a Jonas Brother song during that party... It was pretty catchy too.

You know what? Maybe I am a Jonas Brother. Maybe that little girl saw something within me, within my bloodshot eyes, and saw my true identity. Maybe. Just maybe.

Citizen Wayne

I'm almost entirely "written-out" by this point. Catching up on homework during this horrific snowstorm/blizzard/apocalypse couldn't have been a better time to do so, but why did I have to decide to finish it all right before work tonight? Oh geez, shoot me.

Anyway, that's beside the point. I wanted to take this opportunity to talk about my community final project that is coming up fairly soon. Not really to announce it to the whole class, but kind of just my way to get it out there and to remember any ideas that I'm coming up with. I'm doing that Citizen Wayne thing, I suppose. I'm a Journalism major, and I want to get into radio broadcasting, so I figured this would be an excellent way to get my foot into the door. With my luck, though, my foot'll get slammed somehow. It always seems to happen. Well, rhetorically speaking, I mean.

Oh, and also, if anyone is even remotely interested (I don't blame you if you aren't - really, I won't hold it against you), I could use some suggestions or anything else of the like. I talked to Prof. Cain about some other things to do after the actual narrative is written up and possibly broadcasted, and she mentioned maybe making another blog and getting other people's opinions on the narrative that I'm writing up. Not opinions, per se, but their life experiences dealing with the same thing I will be chit-chatting on the airwaves about. Who knows. I guess I just don't know what else to really do once the actual Citizen Wayne thing is done and over with. I mean, there has to be more to it, right? I can't just finish the project by writing up a four page narrative, can I? That seems a tad too easy.

Does anyone else know anything about the remainder of the project? I sound like I'm completely lost in the dark here, but I'm truly not. Just kind of confused about certain aspects of the project. If anyone happens to know anything, and actually reads this blog this week, I'd really appreciate any answers regarding this. And again, I understand if you read this far, and decide NOT to comment because you don't know either. Or you could just say "hello" and put a smiley face afterwards and use that as your blog response.

Goodbye. :)

Homeworkkkkk

I sort of can't really stand school, not going to lie. Well, no, I retract that statement. It's not school that I hate, per se, but it's my horrific ability to procrastinate almost everything to the very last minute. I hate scrambling to get everything done, but seriously, there are so many other things I could be doing. Like -- I don't know -- Facebook. Or washing my hair, or something. But as I look down from the computer screen and onto my agenda book thing, I see all of these assignments from multiple classes building up and piling around me. So and so is due on Monday, this and that is due on Tuesday, THIS assignment is due before midnight tonight. Oh geez, I can't keep up with all of this. And you know what makes it ten times worse? I'm taking a mini-vacation right now at my parents' house hours away from Fort Wayne. I should be enjoying myself. But rush, rush, rush to get this all done because the Superbowl is tonight, and my parents are having over a million people that are going to be hideously loud, and what will I be doing? Homework. Oh, and drinking alcohol and eating fried food too, but mostly homework.

Yeah, yeah, I know it's my fault for putting everything off, but I had a rushed end of the week, too. Not only did I catch a cold/flu/mild-death, but it was my 22nd birthday, and of course I had to go take shots of tequila at 3 in the afternoon with my friends, then proceed to drink for twelve more hours. Hence why I haven't had time to do anything. Okay, so that isn't such a good reason to blow off homework, and I realize that. But meh, I guess rushing to get stuff done is what we all do.