Apologies

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that your cat is dead.

I’m sorry that your cat ran in front of my car while I was pulling into the driveway.

I’m sorry that I didn’t see your cat.

I’m sorry that your cat is now under my car’s front left tire.

I’m sorry that you forgot to keep your cat inside today.

I’m sorry that your cat was stupid enough to run underneath my approaching tire.

I’m sorry that your cat was fat, and ugly.

I’m sorry that it would always leave dead mice on my porch.

I’m sorry that I would always step on them when I picked up my newspaper.

I’m sorry that your cat bit my daughter.

I’m sorry that I kicked your cat after it bit my daughter.

I’m sorry that your cat was the epitome of evil

I’m sorry that I’m not really that sorry your cat is dead.

I’m sorry that it didn’t die ages ago.

I’m sorry.

Why I Love my Roommates

When I first left the comforts of my home, I was very worried that I would not get along with my roommates. I had heard many roommate horror stories from my college veteran relatives, and was expecting the worst. I was pretty sure that at the least one of my roommates would be a psycho demon that would breath fire, cook nasty smelling food, and never do her dishes.

Thankfully, there are no demons living in my apartment. My roommates are amazing! At first things were a little awkward, we were six girls that didn't know anything about each other, and were suddenly around each other all the time. But, as the days went on, we've all become really good friends.

My roommate Lea, the one I share a room with is hilarious. At first she was really quiet and shy, but after she got out of her shell she became the life of the party! She's always pulling little pranks on us, her favorite of which is to sneak away our food and hide it. Recently she took my delicious double-stuffed oreos and hid them in one of our other roommate's beds. When I found out, I decided to play my own prank on her. So I took all of her food out of our pantry and hid it under the sink.

I felt really sneaky until I came home from my swing dance class and found all of my food sitting in the shower.

We have so much fun together, most of the time we just sit around and giggle at each other, it's great.

So to all of you who are afraid to live with complete strangers, don't be. You'll love it!

The Quote Wall and Seven Kills

Quote walls have become quite the trend in the apartments on my floor. And given that we are all kind of crazy, you can only imagine the kinds of crazy things we say! In this post, I will share some of my favorite quotes from my favorite crazy friends.

1. "Girl, I don't want yo breasts and thighs, I just want me a Double Down!"
         This was naturally uttered by a human of the male gender. All of my man friends that live down the hall are obsessed with the artery-clogging-infarction-inducing-abomination know as the KFC Double-Down. I can quite honestly say that I will never in my life want to partake of this disgusting creation, but men seem to love it. As it so happens, my man-friends were on a late night Double-down run when they were told by the workers that they were out of double-downs but would be happy to give them some tasty chicken breasts or thighs. As you can tell, they weren't particularly happy about the situation.

2.  "If the soap do what the soap do, then you do what the soap do too."
        This is one of those things that makes absolutely no sense. Again this highly intellectual statement (I'm going to steal from Dan Bergestein and say that my sarcasm hand is very very much raised) is the work of my down the hall man friends. And while the quote itself makes no sense, the fact that it was said by the person that said it makes perfect sense. Unfortunately, I don't think that sentence made any sense at all.

3.  "I'm naked! Come on in!"
      For some inexplainable reasons, everything my roommate says makes her sound like a very scandalous woman. Others include " I just couldn't keep my clothes on" , and "Who should I seduce?" If you knew my roommate, you would find this hilarious, because she is absolutely the sweetest person on earth. The fact that her language is so scandalous is really really funny.

On a completely unrelated note: I am slowly becoming addicted to Call of Duty.

I never understood how guys could spend so much time playing these army shooting games, but I've started playing, and holy crap. They are actually fun! Granted: I probably suck more than anyone else in the world, but I do enjoy it! I've been playing a bunch lately, and I am slowly getting better! I can actually run around now without running into walls, and when I shoot people sometimes I actually hit them!! Today I actually got seven kills! Did you hear that? SEVEN!

For those of you that are super-pro at Call of Duty....shut up. Seven was awesome for me!

I am slowly becoming a cold-blooded killing machine! Woohoo!

And also, today I learned how to tie a tie!

I

Love

College.

The End.

I'm definitely NOT a canteen filler.

College, as I have told you previously, is a great place to meet men.
It is also (as my good friend Lara Smith would agree) a great place to meet creepy men.

I decided to go country swing dancing with my friend Whitney, and while I was swingin' away I started dancing with this kid...let's call him...Frank. So, Frank and I had a really good time, he ended up asking for my number and I gladly gave it to him. I was hoping to get a text from him later in the week or something, but no, not two minutes after I had left I got a text. And not two texts after that, I had a date.

I was still looking forward to the date, but I was getting increasingly creeped out by Frank. He was constantly texting me, or calling me, and over our many conversations I discovered that he leaves on his mission in two weeks! What kind of two-weeks-away-from-being-gone-for-two-years goes around trying to pick up on girls? I sought council from some of the guys that live down the hall and recieved this oh-so-eloquent explanation.

"If you're going to go into the desert for two years, you're going to want to take a really big drink!"

followed by:

"A smart man definitely wants get his canteen good and full!"

I guess that's what I get for asking advice from college guys. Anyway, I was a little wary of my upcoming date with Frank. I was mostly thinking he was trying to get some last minute action before he entered "The Desert".

So. The date comes. We go to a haunted corn maze. Bad idea. I don't do very well with scary things, at all. It was pretty clear that Frank was counting on me to cling onto him, and I didn't really want to. So I clung to my roommate instead.

DEAR MEN. IF YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT TAKING A GIRL TO A HAUNTED CORN MAZE  DON'T. THEY ARE NOT FUN. ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE A CREEP.

After we finally made it out of the corn maze, I was trying to think of excuses to have the date end as soon as possible. So we went back to my apartment, watched a movie, and then the seeds of disaster were sown. One of my roommates was getting ready to go to the homecoming dance, and then Frank asked me if I wanted to go with him. (I should probably mention that I spent the whole movie texting one of my guy friends and we had planned to go to the dance together) So I told Frank that I wasn't feeling good, and as soon as he left, I hurried and got ready and then went with my other friend that we'll call Ryan. Ryan and I had a ton of fun, we met up with a bunch of our friends on our floor and danced like crazy people. However, as we were leaving guess who I ran into?

If you guessed Darth Vader....you're wrong.

If you guessed Chuck Bartowski....you are also wrong.

If you guessed my creeper date Frank, you get an A+ and a smiley face sticker. Congratulations!

Let me just say, you have never experienced awkward until you run into the creeper date that you bailed out on an hour earlier. I could have handled the situation with more grace, but as soon as I saw Frank I grabbed Ryan and ran away. I was hoping that Frank hadn't seen me, but no such luck. He was pretty pissed.

Oh well. He'll be on his mission in two weeks anyway.

And his canteen will be empty.

The end.

Ribcage Boomerangs and Sheep Semen

 

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ARTICLE CONTAINS MATERIAL THAT MAY BE INAPPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF 13. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Disclaimers are fun times. Now I bet you're in a lot of suspense, I feel so powerful....

Being a Veterinary Science major, it is inevitable that at some point in my education I will have to do unsightly things to animals. When you hear what I have done, you may be disgusted, revolted, terrified, horrified, other synonyms for shocked. But I want to make it very clear that the things I have done helped better the lives of the animals. Though they may not have enjoyed it, it was for their own good.

The members of my animal science class were invited to spend the day in Wyoming testing the sperm production of the rams on a ranch belonging to one of my professors bosom buddies. So all of us eager young scholars spent our day having our eyes opened to some things that we really didn't ever want to see. 

To collect semen from a sheep is not as easy as it sounds. You have to take a big probe-looking-thing with all these little rods on it that looks kind of like a 3-barrel hair crimper, and shove it into the sheep's anus. Once the sheep stops writhing in pain, you turn the probe on and it sends electrical shocks to the sheep's prostate, causing it to ejaculate into this little cup.

I know what you're thinking. Especially if you're a man. 

And I know that it sounds ridiculous, but I actually had a lot of fun molesting sheep. I learned a lot of valuable lessons about the life of a veterinarian, and about sheep. 

After we were done with the sheep, we decided to explore the sagebrush sea of wyoming. Mostly, there was sagebrush. But we did find an entire cow skeleton! The poor thing was completely decomposed and the entire skeleton was intact, it was really cool. I don't know if this was insulting to the cows memory or anything, but the skeleton was far too enticing to just leave sitting there! so we started ripping it's ribs off and trying to use them as boomerangs.

DISCLAIMER: BOVINE RIBS ARE INEFFECTIVE BOOMERANGS

THEY DO HOWEVER MAKE EXCELLENT JAVELINS

Lifes Little Slightly Awkward Wonders

Being a college student, there are many times when I arrive at my place of residence and the hour is very late. When this happens, I brush my teeth, feed my fish, make faces at my fish, go into my room, feel insanely guilty because my roommate left the light on for me and had to fall asleep with a huge glaring light in her face, change out of my clothes, and then jump into bed.

Underwear, Underpants, Panties, Unmentionables, whatever you want to call them are very exhilarating to sleep in. This is one of my new favorite activities. I know it sounds weird and ....um...weird..but I really do quite enjoy it. I also love when my bra and panties match I know that no one will ever see it, but I always feel very satisfied.

On a completely unrelated note: I love DI. I'm pretty sure that DI is secretly the Room of Requirement from Harry Potter because no matter what you're looking for-you can find it at DI. I recently found a pair of ridiculously amazing cowboy boots! and the best part? They were only ten bucks!

The End.

Bright Copper Kettles and Warm Woolen Mittens

I try to love a lot of things. I just really think that life is so much more worthwhile if you feel passionate about everything that you do! Especially since I've been up here at USU, I have really been trying to open my heart to the glories of life. Therefore, I am about to expound on my favorite parts of life. Be prepared guys, this is going to be intense!

1. My Bike: If you've seen my bike, you understand why. If you haven't-you are extremely deprived! I've always loved my bike it is just the most adorable method of commuting known to man, but since I've come up here and my bike has become my primary source of transportation I have developed a greater love for my bike. I know this sounds incredibly vain, but I love when I ride it around campus and get looks of admiration from the general public. It's also a great conversation starter too, I have had many people start talking to me about my bike and many of them have been men type people of the not ugly persuasion! 
2. Swing Dancing: I know I've talked about this before, but I really do love it! If you've never been swing dancing, you have to do it! Not only is it incredibly fun, but it's also a crazy-good workout! I have met many attractive men in my swing dance class, and dancing with people is a really good way to get to know them! You can tell a lot about a man by the way he dances! 
3. Squirrels: There are so many squirrels up here it's insane! I see them everywhere, but the  one that the boys that live down the hall have christened "King James" is definitely the best. King James lives in these pine trees right by our apartment, and he's always doing hilarious stuff. He really likes chucking stuff at anyone who walks past him, he's a vicious little guy, but he makes life a lot more interesting.

I really do have a lot more, but for length purposes I'll end here.

You will hear more from me....I'll be baaack (that was supposed to sound like Ahnold, I'm not sure how well it worked though.)

Do Not Feed the Animals!

Well folks, I didn't make the swing dance team. I will admit, the odds were kind of against me. There were seven open positions...and I think 30 girls tried out. Not very good chances.

No worries though, I still get to be in my swing dance class, and I've already found some other activities to occupy my time!

You may think this sounds totally redneck/hick/lame, but I joined the Animal Science Club! YeeHaw! Giddyap Pardner!! I promise though, as dumb as you think the Animal Science club sounds, I'm actually very excited!

I went to the opening social last night with my friend Caroline, and even though we were the only ones there not wearing cowboy boots and obscenely big belt buckles, we had a lot of fun! The social was held up at First Dam, which is this adorable little pond thing with a dock and all these ducks and geese, I'm definitely going to be spending a lot of time up there now. Caroline and I ate delicious hamburgers and made small talk with all our fellow animal-sciencers, and then we found this man who had the cutest little puppy I've ever seen in my life! It was an Australian Shepherd named Doc, and he and I had an instant connection.

So, there we were playing with the puppy and feeding hamburger buns to the ducks when we saw a gang of geese approaching. I know that the plural term for goose is usually called a gaggle, but I promise ladies and gents, this was no gaggle. They were like a motorcycle gang...but geese. They saw us feeding all the cute little ducks, came roaring over on their little goose-sized harley davidson's and began wreaking all kinds of havoc! Little Doc had never been in a close proximity to geese before, and as any other puppy would do, he scampered on over to investigate.

(This scene works best if you imagine Doc as an adorable toddler and the goose as the biggest, baddest, toughest man you've ever seen in your life.)

So, there goes little Doc, innocently prancing on over to the goose and then the scariest thing of my life happened! The goose raised up it's huge, ugly goose head, started hissing like some evil banshee, and then charged little Doc!! Doc by this time had seen quite enough of this goose and was scared out of his little puppy wits! I grabbed Doc, and we began retreating, but this was no ordinary goose because he started chasing us, and if you've never been chased by a goose, I can assure you that it is a very frightening experience!

I was afraid for my life.

Luckily, just as all hope was lost, this amazing cowboy man jumped up, whipped out has lasso, and tried to rope the evil goose! Unfortunately, he didn't suceed, but he scared the crap out of the goose and it waddled away like the overgrown chicken it really was! I was schocked and amazed because I was completely unaware that there were still people in the world that carry lassos around. I am very glad that this man did, because otherwise I might not be here today.

The moral of this story: Know where your towel is....

College Men

I've been up here at college for a month now, and though I'm not a true Aggie, I have met many delectable man-type people! You might find this post horribly cliche, but as a freshman college girl, appreciating the beauty of people with high levels of testosterone is one of the high points of my day! I will now tell you about a few of the men that I've encountered, for security purposes i've changed their names, but I promise that everything I say is 100% true!!


 Man #1

    This man, that I will call Jared started out being very charming, but sadly, things have greatly deteriorated between us. He lives next door to me, and when I first moved in I ran into him a couple times and thought that he was very nice. He's not really my type-he's like 6"3 and built like a linebacker, but I guess he's mostly attractive. Anyway, we had a few little flirty moments, I made his apartment cookies and then he made me cookies, he ran into me in the hall and gave me a hug, you know those fun little moments where you can enjoy your attraction to men-type people. Then, after labor-day weekend, he walked by and saw that I was in my apartment, he stopped by, came in and we started talking. I was expecting a little five minute chat about our majors or something. I guess my expectations where way off because he spent FIVE HOURS telling me everything that had ever happened to him from the second grade up until senior year. I was polite at first, trying to listen, showing sympathy at appropriate times, but when he spent two hours alone talking about his past relationships and all the girls he had dated in high school I was not only annoyed, but bored out of my mind. I started trying to give him subtle hints that he should leave, but he is the most obtuse person I've come in contact with in a long time and didn't pick up on any of them.

After he FINALLY left, I ranted about Jared's ridiculous behavior with my roommates. I discovered that what I had just endured was a common occurrence in our apartment building. Apparently, Jared will make rounds around the building and when he finds an open apartment occupied with females, he will invite himself in, start talking, and NEVER STOP!! After my eyes were opened to his actions, I warned the rest of my roommates and now whenever we are in our apartment, we sit in the living room with the blinds shut tight and the door firmly closed. It is going to be a looooooooong year.

Man #2

    This man, we'll call him Kyle, is more my kind of man. We met in my ridiculously fun swing dance class, and then discovered that we live right down the hall from each other. He's really really nice, he's cute, and he's kind of shy and nerdy which I think is adorable. He's also a very good swing dancer :) I've hung out with him at church and walked to class with him a couple times and I just think he's awesome. Even if nothing romantic ever happens, I hope that we can at least be good friends this year. 

Man #3

     This guy needs a really macho name....Derek...Phillip...Naveen...Aladdin...yup I'm sticking with Aladdin.

Aladdin is ridiculously attractive, he's not super tall which is a plus for me, he's tan with dark hair,  really white teeth, and very nicely defined arms. He's also in my swing dance class and is so much fun to dance with. He did marching band in high school which makes him even more attractive, and he's really really nice. He's also lives in my building so I get to see him quite a bit! I just love college! ;)

So far, these are really the only men that I have enough to say about. I see tons of super attractive guys all over the place, but with so many people up here, you see them once and then never again. Never fear though, where there are men, I will find them!

Life, Love, Lindy-Hop

It's not every day that you find your calling in life.Well I guess it could be if you had short-term memory loss and rediscovered your calling every day. But still, it wouldn't really be every day because the next day you'd forget it had ever happened...anyway...life callings. Yeah. Good stuff.

This semester, I decided to take a big band swing dance class. It was a pretty random decision, I wanted to take Ultimate Frisbee but at the last minute I felt a huge urge to take swing dance instead, almost like destiny (moving and mysterious music....). Almost from the moment I entered the class, I could tell that something incredible was going to happen, then we started dancing and my mind. Was. BLOWN!

Never before In My Life!! have I had so much fun doing something so random and simple. I mean, swing dancing has been around for kajillions of years and I'm just barely discovering how amazing it is. I learned the triple step, I learned the charleston, I learned the lindy-hop and I had so much fun doing it!

Honestly though, what isn't there to like about swing dancing? It's fun, it has to burn tons of calories because you're bouncing around the whole time like you're wearing those moon boot thingies that were way popular in the mid 90's, you get to dance to awesome music, and my class is full of men-type people, most of which are severely not-ugly. It is like heaven in a class....this class is like an angel....hee hee.

After my first class I found out that USU has a Swing dance team! As soon as I heard about it, I knew that I had to try out. So I went to tryouts yesterday and spent six hours doing more swing dancing than I've ever done in my life!! I learned this amazingly fun Charleston routine and then I learned the Lindy-Hop. I had so much fun learning everything, and hopefully my audition was good enough to make the team. I won't know until Tuesday, but I really REALLY hope that I made it!!!

If you need me, I'll be Charleston-ing like no other....mother....brother....snother.

Haha...Snother.

Quality Time in the Bathroom

My first two week at college were extremely frustrating when it came to the matter of internet connections. I would be able to connect to USU's wireless and then randomly and for no apparent reason-I would be unceremoniously rejected. At first this was merely a nuisance, but when classes started and I was given copious amounts of homework via the internet, the unpredictable and unexplainable rejection by the wifi had me very frustrated. Very frustrated indeed precious...

I sought counsel from my roommates, hoping that they would have a solution to my problem. Sadly, they were all suffering from the same dilemma. I next went to my RA, hoping that he would have sufficient knowledge to solve my problem, he merely said to give the network time and that is should be better by the end of the week.

So I waited. Very patiently I might add. But the situation did not improve.

I was almost at my wits end, almost devoid of hope that I would ever be able to use my internet for more than a few minutes at a time, when we made a startling discovery! Two of my roommates who had been spending quality time with the boys next door had mentioned or networking dilemma. The boys thought this rather odd since they had been having no problems whatsoever with their computers. Then we discovered that the wireless router that sends out our signal is in their room. Apparently the USU networking masterminds decided that only every other room in the dorms needed a router.

I believe this to be poppycock.

Sadly, there is nothing that a freshman girl of my small stature can do to change this. So how?, you may ask, will I survive with these conditions?

The answer is, whenever I need to use the internet, I go sit in the part of our apartment which is closest to the boy's router. Sadly, this room happens to be the bathroom. So i guess that the bathroom and I will be spending a lot of quality time together over the next year....

Joy.

College: Take One

So. I just moved into my college dorm this week, and it has been an amazing six days!! I love college!!
My roommates are amazing, my apartment is adorable, and I am having the time of my life. After I moved in, I was worried that I would be all alone with nothing to do for the next three days until class started, oh goodness was I wrong! In just the six days that I've been here I have:

• Walked all over campus
• Eaten delicious Aggie Ice Cream
• Played crazy soccer
• Played super crazy ultimate frisbee
• Gone to a volleyball scrimmage
• Chilled with the roomie
• Seen a hilarious magician
• Watched an Office marathon
• Played Apples to Apples
• Explored Wal-Mart
• Gone hiking
• Met a ton of amazing people

And that's not even counting class!
I never imagined that college would be this much fun!

Moving In

Yesterday, I moved out of my house and moved into the dorm where I will be living for the next year. It was a very...interesting experience. I had spent most of this last week packing up my various belongings and bidding my various friends farewell. Saturday was my last "official" day at home and I spent the morning with my youngest sister. We went and saw Despicable Me (cutest movie EVER) and then took her to lunch. After the movie, we came back home and then the whole family went to dinner.

I got to choose where we went since it was my farewell dinner, and I decided that Olive Garden was a good choice. I was wrong. We had an hour wait just to get into the restaurant, and then another hour before we got our salad and breadsticks. It must have been the busiest night in history at the Olive Garden, because it was the longest wait I've ever had to sit through. It's a good thing that the food was good. I had this crazy delicious roll up lasagna thing. It was incredibly delectable.

After dinner we went home and watched Chuck, our family's new favorite TV show. Chuck is hilarious, but the best part was when Principal Figgins from Glee ended up playing a shirtless, speedo wearing, incredibly hairy mob boss. I almost died I was laughing so hard. After the hilarity ended, I went to get ready for bed one last time. I came out of the bathroom and got swept up into a bone crushing hug from my father. He told me that he loved me, that I would always be his little girl, and that he would miss me. I started crying, and then my mom showed up and we both started crying harder. When my sisters showed up and started bawling we all kind of lost it for a little bit. It was sad. but good

 Sunday was surprisingly tearless, we went to church, had a delicious lunch, and then spent an hour packing all of my belongings into the car. Apparently I have a lot of stuff. We drove an hour and a half to my new apartment, spent a while unpacking all of my stuff, then I gave everyone a last hug goodbye, and then my family drove back home.

I've been in my apartment for a day now, and I like it a lot. My roommates are crazy awesome, the campus is beautiful, and I'm having so much fun!!!
I'll talk to you soon!

[HD + Eng Sub] Super Junior - It's You (Neorago/너라고) OFFICIAL MV

Guilty Pleasures: My Asian Fetish.

Everyone has a weird obsession, a "fetish" if you will, I have a cousin who is obsessed with feet, another who loves The Polar Express. Some obsess over shoes or sitcoms, or even a certain color. I differ a little from the "norm" of obsessions, because mine is over Asians. It's true, I have an Asian fetish.

I'm not completely sure when my obsession started, but I blame it on Mulan. Honestly, how is any girl supposed to look at Captain Shang's beautifully drawn abs and not go weak in the knees? That, and growing up watching the insane-amazing-holy-crapness of Jackie Chan must have hardwired my brain for asian loving. I'm also fairly convinced that I was either supposed to be born asian, or I was asian in a former life. 

Here, is a very very condensed version of the things I love about asians

• Just the way they look overall
• Jackie Chan
• The way Chinese sounds when people speak it
• Jet Li
• Felice Chu (A foreign exchange student from Taiwan that I was lucky enough to become friends with)
• Super Junior (An Asian boy band comprised of the 13 most gorgeous asian boys I've ever seen)
• Sushi
• Kung Fu
• Panda Bears

Most of this list is pretty self explanatory, but I would like to expound on just a couple.

Firstly, Felice. Have you ever met someone and felt that they were you in another body? Like you from a parallel universe? Well that is how Felice is. Two years ago she came to my high school for a year and we were best friends. She is definitely one of the craziest, funniest, funnest, most amazing people I've ever met, and when she went back home to Taiwan, I was very melancholy. Amazingly enough, she was able to come back and visit this summer and spent two and a half weeks living with me. It was so good to see her again, I love me my asian! 

Secondly, Super Junior. I cannot express the amazingness of these beautiful, talented performers by myself, so I will enlist the help of the amazing Youtube. So I will hurry and post a video of them so you too can witness them in all of their Asian glory. My favorite is named Kyu-hyun, but all of them have a very special place in my heart.

"Click"

"A good snapshot stops a moment from running away" -Eudora Welty
        I don't know what kind of camera Eudora uses, but I definitely need her to hook me up with some sweet moment-stopping action. I am roughly two weeks away from starting the college life as a freshman at USU, and for the last three months (ok for the last year, maybe two...heck maybe even five!) every time I blink 3 months of my life has gone by. I need some way of preserving the moments in my life, and I figure a blog is as good a way as any. I'm warning everyone now (though I'm willing to bet that Lara Smith will be the only person that ever reads this) that I will not be the most dedicated blogger in the world.I've got to do that whole "education" thing so I can have a real life and not end up a homeless bag lady. I will try though, pinky promise!


As I've decided to hold my life's moments hostage, (Muahahaha...they'll never escape...) I find it only fitting to capture a moment from today. As far as my summer has gone, today was pretty eventfull. I surprised the world by abandoning my normal sleep pattern and was awake and dressed by 8:30 this morning, I found that there is a lot more diem to carpe when you get out of bed before 11:00. I then set out on a daring quest to add several important items to my wardrobe, at a very humble price. I exceeded my own expectations and managed to get almost $300 worth of clothes for less than $100. The clearance racks at Kohls are full of exquisite mountain views, and even better bargains. 


The time of college is drawing very very nigh....


Oh. My. Lanta.