Seeing as the semester from hell is finally over, I have come back to the blogosphere after abandoning it so that I could write about physiology and cover the a room of white boards. Alas I have returned and here is a list of all I have accomplished this semester.
- Spent the entire night in an academic building
- - Made friends with the early morning cleaning staff
- - Become a complete and utter diet coke addict
- - Gone to the midnight premiere of new moon
- - Danced like a fool on stage for a stroll
- - Performed as The Spartan Cheerleader in front of half of the university
- - Yelled at a football player like he was a 5 year old
- - Managed to go an entire semester without once burning anything or causing the fire alarm to go off
- - Discovered sparkling wine andre. For $5.
- - Managed to get more parking tickets in 2 weeks than in entire Furman career
- - Heard my dad’s voice for the first time and discovered that he had quite the Southern accent.
- - Did not break a dish for an entire semester.
- - Got to be the official elf for Christmas crunk. That’s a resume booster.
- - Discovered that I truly missed my calling in life to be a Disney princess.
- - Made a blog then subsequently abandoned blog. Oops.
- - Lady Gaga followed me on Twitter. Win.
- - Rediscovered S Club 7 episodes on Youtube.
- - Watched both seasons of Dorm Life online within 2 days.
- - Officially became a Gleek.
- - Rediscovered my childhood with the 3 Ninjas Kick Back
- - Mastered riding a bike in a skirt and with a cup of coffee in one hand.
- - According to Sporcle am a complete expert on Disney Channel Original Movies
- - Sang “We Didn’t Start the Fire” at karaoke
- - Discovered Beast Mode. Greatest Video Ever.
- - Strangely did not go to a Jonas Brothers Concert. Or the Honor Society one with T. Flood. Weird.
- - Met the mother of my future husband Ken, aka the most wonderful, amazing, mythical boyfriend ever.
- - Found out that as a child I apparently had the world’s thickest Southern accent.
- - Ran into a pole with my bike. In front of people. Classic.
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