T Minus 12 Days...

Wow. I haven't blogged in awhile. I fail.

Anyway, I move out of 210 in less than two weeks. Twelve days. Two hundred and eighty-eight hours.

Weird.

I just finished up with my summer class, so I have time to actually sit here and think.

I'm leaving the place I've come to know as home. I was recently read the first post on the old blog I made when I first moved in. I remember how weird it felt to be in my own place. It wasn't my parent's house or a dorm with a bunch of rules, but rather my own personal space to do whatever the heck I wanted. I remember living with #3 last summer. We were already close friends, but living together made us more like sisters. Then, #1 moved in at the beginning of the fall semester. We didn't know each other very well, but eventually, she became a sister too. It was because of living with these two beautiful women, I learned how to really know someone. It's unpleasant to think about not waking up to them every day.

This apartment is a symbol of growing up to me. I had to take care of myself 100% for the first time. I had to cook for myself because I didn't have a meal plan. I had to learn how to share a space with two other people. I had to make sure to pay my rent on time. The works. I guess I wasn't really quite prepared for it, but I am kind of glad I got to figure it out for myself.

I feel really silly for being so emotional about this, but it's starting to hit me that I'm going to have to learn how to call a new place home. It's really strange that I'm leaving my two sisters here. Don't get me wrong, I love my new future roommates, they're wonderful, but it's weird to leave behind the two girls that I shared my life with the most. So weird.

Sorry if this is boring. It's just on my mind right now.

Hope everyone is having a great summer!

xoxoDeux

Oh My Goodness...

I have these two friends.

They're in love.

His name is JV.

Let's call her...Lil Bit.

They're cute.

And they're gonna get married.

No big deal...

Not.

The number one man in my life

So, there's this thing I kind of love doing. I thoroughly enjoy showing up at my parent's house at random moments to surprise my Dad. I live about 4 hours away from my parents, so any chance I get to go home, it's really awesome. I've done it once before, for Mardi Gras break. The first time it happened, I even called my Dad on the way and described my plans to go to New Orleans for the few days I had off. His reaction was so priceless. When I finally got there, my Dad was taking a nap. I went into his room and gave him a hug. He did the best double take and got so excited. It was so cute!

Well, the reason I'm telling you all of this is because I was planning to do this same thing for Father's Day this weekend. I was really excited about it, but I realized the other day that I was scheduled to work Friday, so I wouldn't be able to leave until 5. I decided that I wanted to be able to stay for a longer time whenever I was able to go see them, so I'm rainchecking this weekend.

I wanted to write this blog for my wonderful Dad, since I wasn't able to write a card to him in time.

My Dad is a one of a kind type of guy. Family means everything to him. He would do anything for my brothers and I and that's one of the things I love most about him. He has the biggest heart and can make friends with anyone, I'm sure of it. When I am stressed and freaking out about whatever is going on in my life, my Dad can always make me feel better by telling me that no matter what happens, he loves me.

I've written about this before but the thing I love most about my Dad is that, even when I feel the worst about myself , my Dad always tells me that I'm beautiful. One memory sticks out in my mind above any other. This year, one of my guy friends hurt my feelings really bad. I'd been working on feeling more comfortable in my own skin without makeup. There was this one day when I didn't wear makeup and this friend in particular pointed it out in a rather negative way. He didn't mean it, of course, but it made feel pretty crappy for the rest of that day. Throughout the day, I remembered all of the times when I wasn't wearing makeup and my hair was a mess when my Dad would tell me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Our relationship has grown a lot since I came to college and I love that. He is a huge rock in my life and I owe a lot to him for making me the person I am today.

I love you, Dad. Thank you so much for everything.

Your Favorite Child ;)

Ashley

(The picture is of my Dad and my niece, Jolie)

My random thoughts about Love and God.

So yeah, you all probably know all of this, but I was thinking about this the other day in class (I know...me? Not paying attention in class? Unheard of!)

Here goes...

Ground breaking stuff, I kid you not...

If God=Love, Love=God.

Yeah...I know.

Let me explain, if you would. (If not, you can get off my blog...foo) So, in the Big Book of Flossy Bawesomeness (aka The Holy Bible) it says "God is Love." No big shock, it's said that for a few thousand years, no bigs. But I was thinking about this. Can there be love without God? I mean...there ARE relationships that aren't God centered. Are they really "in love"? Also, who am I to say they aren't really "in love"? I have no idea. I can't say they aren't really in love, but I kinda want to know if there can be love without God. Also, is there a difference between what the secular world knows as "love" and the (BIG) Love described in the Bible? Please share your thoughts, they are appreciated!

All I know is, if God=Love, I want God in my relationship. That's just how I roll. Ya dig?

xoxo

Me.

Dude...

The people in my apartment complex must wanna die.

So yesterday, I'm doing laundry, making no trouble. I wash my clothes, no problem. When I go to dry them however, BIG problems. So ALL of the dryers in the laundry room are full of dry clothes...

I'm thinking, "Psh. No big deal. I'll just come back in 15 minutes and SURELY the clothes will be taken out by their respective owner."

I come back 15 minutes later....the clothes are still there. Still, not freaking out, "I'll just wait another 15 minutes and the dryers will be free."

I come back, still there. I'm getting a little testy at this point. What the heck, man? Do they think they're the only ones with dirty laundry? Psh, no, fools. So I decide to wait 30 minutes this time.

I come back 30 whole freaking minutes later and the clothes are, of course, STILL FLIPPING THERE. Now I'm very angry. I was all flailing my arms and slamming dryer doors like nobody's bizznizz. THEN I get the bright idea to simply take the person's laundry out of the dryer and place it on the folding table. I felt a little weird doing this, but I was a desperate woman by this point, please don't judge me.

The whole thing was very dramatic.

xoxoDeux

Alone.

So #'s 1 and 3 left me. And most of my other friends went home. I thought it would be kind of depressing to be all alone in this apartment, but it's actually been really amazing. I haven't seen or talked to anyone in two days. It's kind of weird (practically) not speaking for two whole days. I mean, I'm not the most talkative person in the world, but I'm used to having several conversations a day with friends or random people. I think the most verbal activity I've had is mainly just talking to different store people and cashiers. Strange.

Am I crazy? Is it weird that this is what I'm thinking about right now. Maybe I've secluded myself a little too much.

Anyways, things around here have been pretty boring. I'm so ready for my 2 week class to be over. It really is a fabulous class, I just despise having to go to school on Saturdays. What a drag! I'm finished on Wednesday, thank goodness. I'm ready to start my summer.

I'm thinking I want to go back to New York City soon. I forgot how much I love that city. Birthday present from the Mama and the Papa (hint hint)?

This post was all over the place, but that's just kind of where I'm at right now.

I'm weird.

Ignore me.

xoxoDeux

Dear Summer, How I love thee!

This summer has gotten off to a wonderful start! I made many plans for this summer at the end of the spring semester. One being to get more sleep. Have I done so? Of course not. There is too much fun to be had, my friends! Between swimming, amazing surprise birthday parties, movie nights, AND the H-core 2 week course I'm taking, I haven't really had the time for rest.

Ps. Have you noticed the ridiculous picture in this post? Is it not the most amazing photo you have yet to lay eyes on? I think that's a yes. I'm pretty much obsessed. This girl (aka Cray-Cray) is going to be my roommate for about a month of this summer. Excited to see this face every single day? You bet your bottom dollar. It really is going to be a summer for the books, my friends. I'll try not to forget about you, my plentiful, devoted, faithful readers....

*crickets*

Sorry about that...

xoxoDeux