Are you really giving back? Or do you only care about yourself?

Just a few things to say, here, everybody.

Not all of my friends know this, but I volunteer at a local free clinic every other Saturday or so.  It is an extra dose of responsibility that essentially takes away my Friday nights, but it's absolutely worth it to me.  I enjoy doing my job and doing it RIGHT.

And that is what I'm going to start with--doing jobs and doing them CORRECTLY.  Or perhaps being a part of an efficient team, I don't know.  I'm just going to rant like I usually do.  Here we go.

I love my mom...

.. but sometimes, she drives me NUTS.

Mom.  If you read this, please understand that I am your daughter and I love you.  But sometimes, YOU DRIVE ME NUTS.  OHHH my gosh.

This is not meant to be mean or b!tchy or anything ... it's almost supposed to be funny.

As some of you already know, my house is super duper far away from campus.  It's about a mile away.  And normally, I just put up with this sort of thing and go with it, but in this sweltering 100some F degree heat, I just can't even handle walking back from my house to a specific intersection (yes, my mom only meets me at one specific intersection), let alone when I have sh!t tons of stuff to carry with me.

Madness.

Let me start out by saying that I have not called anyone any names, or said anything mean to anybody about this.  Let it also be known that these are my opinions and that I am entitled to have them.

I am so sick of everyone posting about Harry Potter, and how OMG IT'S THE END OF EVERYTHING.  This is not directed at just one person, but it is simply my unfocused frustration at the flood of statuses about Harry Potter I received.  I can understand attachment to the movies or whatever, and I can understand crying during the movie when people died  ... but I feel mildly annoyed by everyone who's saying, "my childhood is finally over now," and crying about it.

Isn't she lucky?

Hopefully I am.

I went to Polhena Beach today, and, unsurprisingly, was the center of attention.  People even yelled out, "NIIIIICE, sha!" and whistled.  Yeesh.

Okay, so this is also an outdated photo ... but hey, nothin' special.  Just a girl in a bikini.

This poorer woman, selling peacock feathers, came up to me and asked me if i wanted my fortune told.  I offered her my left hand (more or less):