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I love Coffee. All kinds. But oddly enough I am really particular about it. I'll pretty much drink any coffee that is set in front of me. But I refuse to spend money on coffee that I won't enjoy. Which means buying the more expensive brand of grounds, and being very specific about what I get at Starbucks. I have yet to find a Starbucks coffee drink that I actually find to be disgusting... But I have found some that don't pass the standard of "am I willing to spend five dollars on something I won't really enjoy". I think there are four. My favorite drink is a caramel frappuccino with an extra shot. Or the caramel macchiato. Anyways, just saying that I hate spending money on something I'm not going to enjoy to the nth degree. :)

Just a normal Thursday

So the girls dorm decided to have a fall party. Open rooms, lots of candy and some great snacks (also some really fun costumes)! But this is what happens when my Best Friend and I decide last minute to dress up. I have to say I am rather proud of how these turned out.

She was the Cheshire Cat and I was a Gypsy. Fun times with great people.

(Sorry 'bout the blurry pics... I suck at selfies.)

http://www.buzzfeed.com/erinchack/comics-that-capture-the-frustration-of-anxiety-disorders

*shudder*

When I was younger I spent a lot of time at my cousin’s house. She lived out in the country on five or six acres and they had a couple storage sheds out behind their house. These were great for playing hide-n-seek, right up until the black rat snakes decided they were also great places to spend the night. We stopped playing in them real quick. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing as there were a lot of other places to play, like the swingset/slide combo thing.

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Yesterday my alarm went off at six like always, and like always I turned it off to wait for the six thirty alarm, which is when I actually get up. Apparently I fell asleep, because I had this extraordinarily vivid dream.

Several people from here at college were at my cousin’s house with me, my brother and my cousin. We were going to swim in her swimming pool. I ran ahead of the group and jumped in the pool first, and then I got out and for some reason went down the hill to where the sheds were and opened the door to one of them. There were several small black snakes, so I slammed the door. I heard someone yell up the hill, turned and saw the biggest black snake I have ever seen coming down the hill, apparently having been frightened by the group up by the pool. It was headed for the shed I was standing by, and I didn’t have time to get out of the way. When it got about a foot away from me it stopped and reared up the way cobras do, but it didn’t have a hood. Anyways, its head was directly in front of my face and I started to run away, but then I remember that if a snake looks like it’s going to strike you shouldn’t run, but try to take its attention off of you. I somehow knew it wasn’t a poisonous snake, so I wasn’t scared for my life; but I knew a snake that huge (Like, 15 feet long huge) would have enormous fangs and would tear my face up pretty bad. So I slowly brought my arm up in between my face and the snake’s. It slowly came forward and put its mouth around my hand/wrist but didn’t bite down hard; it just squeezed enough to make puncture marks. It then let go, but it was still reared up and close to my face. I decided that was enough proof that it didn’t actually want to hurt me so I slowly started to turn and move away.

Bad idea… As soon as I turned my back it struck out and bit the back of my left thigh and pulled its head back so it tore its fangs out. My alarm went off right about then and I jumped out of bed with my heart going a million miles a minute and of course, terrified as all get out.

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When I laid back down my hand was resting by my neck and I literally could not distinguish a single heartbeat my pulse was so fast.

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Now, just some clarification:

1.     I have never been afraid of snakes in my entire life.

2.     I haven’t watched a scary movie about snakes in forever.

3.     I haven’t been watching anything even remotely frightening lately.

4.     No, I don’t think black rat snakes can actually get 15 feet long.

5.     As far as I can tell, neither my hand nor my hip was hurting.

6.     And no, I will not tell who all was in my dream. :P

Socks

Does the color or style of your sock preference change? Does it in any way relate to how you're feeling that day or is it just whatever matches or the first pair you grab?

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I have been noticing my sock choices lately. I have seven? I think pairs of brightly colored socks, three of which are various shades of blue. Then I have several pairs of plain white socks. All of these are ankle socks in my size of course. I also have three pairs of large, old, guy socks. Here is what I have noticed about my own choice of socks.

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If I am having an extra-ordinarily good day, I will always go for the brightest blue that's clean. 

If I am slightly out of sorts or displeased, I go with the pinks or reds.

When I am looking to match my socks to my outfit, I am almost always wearing green, so I go with the green pair.

I only wear the nice white ones if all the others are dirty, or if I am attempting to look more ... Professional? I guess. Less child-like.

The older white ones I wear to bed, when I wear any to bed.. Otherwise they just sit in my drawer.

When I am angry or super tired, I wear the purples and oranges.

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I wonder if this is something that a psychologist would be able to decipher. My mind says it's coincidence, but then in my psychology class we're learning about preferences... So I begin to doubt how much of a coincidence it actually is.

Favorites

Night...

is my friend.

 Night is a time for me to unwind.

Night comes and my mind begins to work at problems I have encountered.

Night reminds me that God is always with me. The black, filled with stars, moon, His handiwork.

Night becomes my haven of rest in a wearying world.

Night is a time to listen to favorite songs and revel in the memories God has allowed you to make in your lifetime.

and so, I decided to show my love of the night, as a creation of God.

arrr?

Well, I saw this:

Got this:

But then there was this:

So yea, have a good evening... Matey's?

Aye, Matey's!

It be that day agin' ya scallywags! Wear yer best bandanna and ye'll be an ol' salt like meself! Here be some scrawlin's 'bout meself to keep ye afloat. And best be rememberin', if I didn't shoot one o' ya ever' now and then, ya would ne'er 'member me name!


You are The Cap'n!

Some men and women are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any scalawag who stands between them and unlimited power. You never met a man - or woman - you couldn't eviscerate. You are the definitive Woman of Action, the CEO of the Seven Seas, Lee Iacocca in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. You're mission-oriented, and if anyone gets in the way, that's his problem, now isn't? Your buckle was swashed long ago and you have never been so sure of anything as your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off his head if he shows any sign of taking you on or backing down. If one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.



What's Yer Inner Pirate?
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My pirate name is:

Dirty Jenny Flint

You're the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean -- not to get rid of you, you understand; just to get rid of the smell. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

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Banquet?

Thoughts from someone who isn't going (and isn't interested in going) to banquet.

Firstly, there are a few things a woman should know.

1. How to tie a tie.

2. How to put on a boutonniere.

3. How to graciously accept a corsage.

4. How to hold their dress so it doesn't drag the ground.

5. How to gracefully get in a car with a dress on.

Secondly, some things men need to know.

1. Ask your date what color she is going to wear. (You really don't want to clash.)

2. GET A CORSAGE!

3. Make concrete plans about when you meet and when you are going to leave.

4. BE ON TIME!

5. Open doors. (Duh. Be a gentleman.)

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A few things I find myself thankful for as I people watch from an upper window.

1. A mother and some sisters who taught me how to dress with class.

2. Brothers who are gentlemen at all times, not just when a situation calls for it.

3. A mother and sisters who showed me how to be a gentlewoman through their own interactions.

4. Someone (or more accurately someones) who taught me that I don't need someone to make me worthwhile.

5. The enjoyment that I can get from reading a good book.

6. A brother who is buying me a pizza, because pizza is yum. :)

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And no, these are not referring to actual people. The interactions I saw this evening actually improved my confidence in the human race. These are just some things that occurred to me.

Suggested

I'm going home for late winter break tomorrow. Not sure how I'm getting there, but I know I'm going...

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There are some classes that annoy me, but God is showing me the joy of learning things in a new and different way. Hard lesson, but probably one of the best I'll learn in this adventure called college.

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I miss the way my family interacts. Having seven siblings really makes for a brain that can't just have one conversation at a time. I find myself talking to people while at the same time carrying on a conversation in my head.

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I might be insane. But sometimes you need to lay upside down hanging off the edge of your bed for half an hour.

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This song was suggested to me recently... I think I'm in love with it.

Plus that is an adorable video.

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Huh. Just occurred to me that my birthday is just over a week away.

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Ever thought about how old you are and just been confused? I'm gonna be nineteen. I don't feel like I'm that old. I don't feel like I thought I would at nineteen. Sorta makes me wonder if I will ever feel (or act) my age.

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Some people make me smile. Just... When I see them, or hear them, or think of them, or whatever. 

Rogue

Look! I am The Rogue!

You may now address me as The Rogue. Or don't talk to me. :)

An Exercise in Love

God commands us to love one another. This is me. Attempting to express love at all times (or at two o'clock every day), to all people. So, here is what I've made:

Every day at two I am going to write at least one love letter. To a friend, a stranger, the future man in my life, or a family member. My hope is that I can fill the entire notebook with encouraging, loving notes that I can share with people when they feel down. (I don't expect to share the Future Man ones until much, much later.) Join me, ask me, hold me accountable. Feel free to ask for a love letter. Let's see how sharing love, even in private, can change my outlook on bad days.