ISFP

ISeFiP
Introverted Feeling
Extraverted Sensing
Extraverted Intuition
Extraverted Thinking

It's amazing how well this fits me. I'll post more when I have time. I've already wasted the day on reading about the Myers-Briggs test. I must write my paper sometime.

What would you do if you were homeless?

If I were homeless I would live on a college campus. It’s the perfect place. You could hang out in the library. It’s open 24-7 Sunday through Thursday, closing at 10pm only on Friday and Saturday. The perfect solution, you would have a roof over your head, comfy chairs to lounge around and sleep on, and most importantly bathrooms are provided. For entertainment you have access to computers; you can chat with your buddies, play computer games, and keep up with the news. You could even create your own blog talking about being homeless in the library. And let’s not forget about all the great books you would have to read. All kinds of classics right there at the tip of your fingers, all you have to do is go and pull them off the shelf. As for taking a shower, well that’s not a problem. Just walk over to the school pool, anyone can go in because of the swim lessons and water aerobics classes, shower there. It’s a perfect plan.

Sadly it isn’t my idea. I usually go to the library a couple of times through out the week. Every time that I go, I see the same old lady there. I could be there at 8 in the morning or at 9 o’clock on a Friday night. It doesn’t matter, she’s always there. I’ve been seeing her since last semester for sure.

I’ve become very curious about her. I want to know where she goes when the library closes. And does she really live there? The other day she had some new prescription bags, along with all of her other junk. How did she get the perscriptions? Does she drive and have a car? I’ve often thought that maybe her son or daughter works there and she just comes in with them. I wonder if other people are as half as interested in her as I am. I dunno.

Recap of Yesterday:

I listed my goals for getting in shape on September 7, 2005. Yesterday, I decided to check on my progress. So I went out and bought a stop watch and timed how long it took me to jog a mile.
9 MINTUES!!! My goal was 10 or under, so I made it! I attempted the 10 boy style push-ups, but it just wasn’t happening. I made it to #3 and pushed on through the 4th, but the 5th push-up almost killed me. It’s back to the easy style for a bit longer, at least until I can build up some arm muscle. I’ve got a start and that’s what counts.

Yesterday’s rant of the day: In my Bible class we had a take home test that consisted of two essays. It wasn’t bad. Our teacher was coming around picking up our essays, so I got mine out and put it on my desk. Here comes the rant. The girl sitting next to me proceeded to stain as far as she could out of her seat to read my paper. What the hell. If you want to read my paper why don’t you just ask?

“Wide Open Spaces”

As many of you know, lately I’ve been thinking about graduation and what that means for the future. Today I was driving home from shopping at Wal-mart for tailgating stuff and I had a moment. I think everyone has “moments,” as I like to call them. Times when your life is going really well, but you just get a little sad and the tears start flowing. If someone were to ask you what was wrong, you couldn’t say.

Thinking about the future and school coming to an end got me to thinking about how all of this started. I remember packing up my car, and my sister and me following my parents all the way to my new home, ABAC. Which, by-the-way, was 3.5 hours away from home and 4.5 hours away from my sister. This was the first time I had ever been completely without my sister. The first time I had ever had to stand on my own 2 feet. If I remember correctly, as my family was pulling out of the Chandler Hall parking lot (which no longer exist) everyone was crying.

Little did I know that, that fateful day would lead me to Statesboro, Georgia and Georgia Southern. If you had asked me back then if I were planning on going to GSU, I might have doubtfully said “It could happen.” Georgia Southern just wasn’t in my plan. I wanted to teach Horticulture, not English. Boy, how plans change and life takes over.

Now I’m an English major with an Irish minor, both of which I just fell into. I’m dating a great guy and looking into staying in, no other then Statesboro, Georgia. My how things change. I never thought the wide open spaces that I was searching for would lead to Statesboro, the home of… what? Nothing really, maybe the home of Georgia Southern.

I still have dreams. I want to go to Ireland. I want to continue my education. I’d like to have a family one day. The dreams I had when I was 18 and leaving home for the first time have evolved and changed to fit the life that I’m supposed to have. I’m happy with that. I’m glad that I have a free spirit that allows me to go where life takes me. So far it’s been fun, and I hope the adventures keep coming.

Can you make new friends?

In response to Sunnydale2005's question, "can you make new friends?":

That should be obvious, yes you can. Everyone does in life. Sometimes out of loneliness, a new location, a new job. You meet new people through friends, and then become friends. Life happens and most people just take it in stride. That sounds really easy and perfectly normal. The question at hand is can old friends and new friends mingle together?

I have to be optimistic and say yes. I am the outsider to a group of old friends. I was brought in by a significant other. When one becomes two the dynamic of a lot of situations change, friends included. The key to having a friend is being a friend.

Now here comes the negative side: Everyone has broken up with someone and lost friends because of the break up. It happens. The problem with becoming friends with the new significant other’s old friends is that you know deep down that they are his friends. The 5 months you’ve known them is nothing compared to the 10 to 15 years he has known them.

<-- Blair and Kelley... and above, me getting the shot. Part of the big group of friends and hopeful friends...

My theory as of recently has been to stop worrying about it. People will either like you or they won’t. I have to admit I’m a bit scared. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life at social engagements where no one cares what’s happening in my life. It would be nice to have “our” friends and not just his friends.

So I have to say that I think it can be done. Old friends can make new friends. New people can become apart of the old group. Life changes, people have to change with it.

I love having a sister that’s exactly my age!

I miss my best friend. For those of you who don’t know I have a twin sister who is studying abroad in Mexico this semester. You say “She’s only gone… for what 6 months. Big deal,” I say, have you shared every single important event in your life with another person? Probably not, but I have. From pre-school up until we left for separate colleges, we’ve been together. She’s been there when parents couldn’t, boyfriends wouldn’t and friends weren’t.
I’m at the time of my life when I need her the most. I have so many questions to ask her and thoughts to share with her, but I just can’t call her up. She’s gone out of the country before. What did I do then? I just called up her cell phone and left her several long messages. She was only gone for two weeks, tops. But 6 months! Good grief, what am I to do?

I found a way!
I’ve had the chance to chat with her on aim. It just isn’t the same as hearing her voice. Luckily, I’ve downloaded a program called Skype that will allow us to talk for free. I’m one microphone away from talking to my sister! I can’t wait.

The Future looms near.

This week I’ve done the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do my entire college career.
Apply for graduation!

I’ve always had a plan, even just a temporary plan of sorts. When I graduated high school, I went to college and earned my associates. After that I immediately jumped right into a four year program. Now that I’ve run out of classes to take, graduating is inevitable. I’m at a loss. Do I take the praxis and try teaching for a year? What about the GRE, and my hopes for getting my masters in Library Science. Can I just keep going to school? It would be so nice just to worry about the next set of classes that I need to take.

There are so many students who are ready to be out of school, making money. I want to make money too. It would be nice to be financially independent. My parents would be so proud. I just don’t know what to do, or even how to go about doing it. My poor boyfriend, he just had to catch me when my life is in such a state of flux. Hopefully, within the next few weeks I’ll have some sort of plan in action. Until then stressed out frantic phone calls will be made to my parents and my-oh- so understanding boyfriend.

23-20

Things I learned at my first Georgia Southern game.

1.You never ever, ever, ever, ever say “I think were going to lose” even if we do.
2.If your Georgia Southern t-shirt is not navy blue, you will be ridiculed. All day people will say “That’s not a Georgia Southern t-shirt!” Doesn’t matter if it says Georgia Southern on it or not.
3.People become obnoxiously drunk and yell at each other. Just hope you aren’t in the firing zone getting a coke.
4.Obsessing over too many people bringing the same thing to the tailgate ( i.e. potato salad) is a waste of time. No one is going to bring it anyway.
5.You must stand up the entire game. This is actually very fun. Although, I don’t recommend jumping on those benches. Sometimes you end up jumping right off. This can be a bit of a shock: to you and the person in front of you.
6.You must take huge gulps of alcoholic drink while waiting to get into the stadium. This is very handy in keeping the buzz going.
7.Remember to bring water. It is a necessity.
8.Do not forget student ID

I have to say that my first Georgia Southern football game Rocked! Even though we lost, I couldn’t have picked a better team to lose to. The Cowboys really needed a morale booster. For those of you who don’t know, McNeese State is a team from Louisiana. A lot of the players had family in New Orleans, and the only things they had left were the things that they took to school with them. Football kept them going.

Overall, I think Georgia Southern football games are going to be something that the Sports Writer and I can do together. Georgia Southern is now our team.

Georgia Southern Football!

Tomorrow I will be experiencing my first Georgia Southern football game. To say I’m not excited would be a lie. I am! I’m washing my one and only GSU t-shirt as I’m typing this. Which, by-the-way, was a recent purchase to jump start my growing school spirit.

A little back ground information: I’m working on my last year of my four year degree. Yes, yes I am a 5th year college student. It’s not so bad. I attended a two year school where I earned my associates degree in Agriculture. I had intentions of continuing on in the agriculture field, but at the last minute switched to English. Clemson soon turned into Georgia Southern. eeh, it happens. I’ve been here in Statesboro for about a year and half. This December makes 2 solid years. I have yet to fully attend a Georgia Southern football game. Tomorrow is a BIG DEAL!

Now dating an avid Georgia Southern fan, who happens to be a sports writer, I think it’s time for me to see what all the fun is about. I’ve done a little background work. I went to Eagle Ladies Locker Room to pick up a few tips. All I really learned was how to drink beer. Apparently, that’s all part of the game. I’ve got beer drinking down, now I can tailgate. Luckily, the Reflector (news-paper published once a month by GSU students) published a handy article called “Football for Dummies”. Now I have a slight understanding of the game. What this article failed to inform me of were all the traditions that go with the game. Who knew you had to get up at 9 AM and have breakfast with your buddies. Good grief Saturday is a day for sleep. The game doesn’t even start until 6. I don’t even understand all of this about tailgating in spot #13-7, or whatever spot. I got the look for asking questions on that one. As if I understand all the nuances that pertain to this pre-game stuff.

Anyway, I’m super excited about tomorrow’s game. (Don’t ask who we’re playing, I have no clue) I’m really just excited to get to experience something that my boyfriend loves. I’m crossing my fingers and hoping that I like it.

Get in Shape

After months of shopping for tennis shoes I finally found an acceptable pair. I liked them so much that I bought two! Hey, if you were a size 6 and had been looking for tennis shoes since April and you finally found the perfect pair you would have bought 2 as well. Now that I have my new kicks I’ve run out of excuses for not getting in shape.
When I started dating my present boyfriend I was a good 12lbs lighter. That’s right I’ve put on 12 solid pounds of comfort weight. AHHHH I’m disgusted just thinking about it. The jeans that I met Scott in, I can no longer get in.

Goals:
1. Get back in jeans that I wore 4 months ago.
2. Look hotter then the Hooter’s Girls (check out Highly Sophisticated Rednecks and you will understand)
3. Be able to jog a mile in 10 minutes or under. (Hey, I’m short and outta shape lets not push things. 10 minutes is just fine)
4. Increase general good heath…. Stay away from the brownies! Bananas are good!
5. Be able to do 10 boy style push ups
6. Get rid of teacher wobble.
7. Stay away from the cigarettes.
8. Look hot by October so that I can dress super sexy for Halloween!

I’ll keep you posted.