Foundation of Lies

School has been out for a month, and I am enjoying my summer so far. After a brief falling out with someone who's true colors had shown over a petty issue, I was ready to get the summer started the right way.
Almost right away I slept until noon and walked around all day in my pajamas. After about a week of blissful aimlessness, I saw a friend off to a far away place. I will be missing them quite a bit this summer.
I've been working some and fixing up the backyard some too. I've gotten a little secretarial work done, and am building up a list of things that will look good on a C.V.
The love life is splendid, at the moment. I have a good feeling about this one.
I've done some traveling, and am getting ready to do some more. I plan on keeping this summer interesting.
I've been seeing this Ad on TV lately. It's about that hair bump thing. You know, the one that makes young girls feel like small-headed freaks, and they will only truly be beautiful if they are sporting the hairdo of a certain British singer that smokes crack. That sort of thing disgusts me. Why on Earth would these girls want to look like that? Nothing like adding four inches to the top of your skull to make a boy notice you, ladies. Of course, my judgment about this is coming from the same slightly feminist mind that believes make-up is lie in a bottle. Some young women pride themselves on how well they have painted their face. And hey, it only took them, what, an hour? Gee, I wish I was as dumb as the girls who believe they actually need this junk to pass as beautiful. A piece of advice: if the guy you want to notice you won't actually notice you unless you have a half inch of "sun-kissed" shaded plaster smeared onto your face, congratulations, you're falling for a jerk.
Now, I'm not saying I'm the most beautiful woman that walked this planet, but I'm saying I'm proud of who I am and what I look like. I'm human. I break out, I sweat, I bloat, I'll sometimes walk out of the house in the morning having forgotten to pluck my angry eyebrows. But that's the best part of being human, I think. I'm not the only person who breaks out, sweats, and bloats so I shouldn't go around feeling like I am some freak for being that way.
I know I have friends that wear make-up. Some that wear it casually, some for special occasions, and some like its going out of style. I don't want to go around stomping your belief in this stuff and losing my friends, so I'd like to say it's not you I don't like, its the industry.


Until next time,
AMZ

Exam Time

Well my freshman year of college is boiling down to the last week. Oh my. I've got to say, it's gone by more than quickly. Of course, yes, there have been bumps and upsets along the way, but it's going to be a repetitive summer just mowing the lawn and going to Starbucks. I'm hoping to get a job, like every other college student without money and with bills to pay. I'm going to be spending a lot of time with Michael this summer though, and I'm definitely looking forward to that.
I know I will enjoy summer when the time comes, but for now I'm pretty sad over it.

As of now I don't have a roommate for next year. Those plans...fell through I guess you would say. I need a roommate, and I am under the impression that one will be placed with me based on this silly compatability sheet type-thing. It was all a bit of nonsense. I don't mind not rooming with the girl I had originally planned on rooming with, I just feel funky about living with somebody else. I've got this thing about living with people I don't know. I get nervous. Well, I have to admit, people in general make me nervous. I see people walking around campus, and I look at the ground instead of their eyes! It's strange...I'm not afraid of them so I can't see why I can look at them! I don't know. The ground seems so much more comfortable to look at than someone I'm not completely familiar with. I have trouble making pleasant converation. "How is your family?" "Ready for vacation?!?" ---I can't do it! I feel better just being silent with people I don't know very well. Seeing as I am going to be a social worker, this habit of mine will have to change, and soon.

At work this afternoon, I was told to have a go at the goodies from yesterday's faculty meeting. So, I dove into the fridge, grabbed lemon square, chomped it down, and yelled, "I have no regrets!" Why, you ask? Well...she never said that the lemon squares were from the meeting, but I surely didn't care! It was YUM!
Turns out they were in fact from the meeting, so I won't be getting food poisoning today.
See now, every story does have a happy ending.

AMZ