When I grow up, I want to have a big ol’ farmhouse with a lake and a swing. My sorority held its annual sisterhood retreat at one of our sisters’ farm, and it was perfect — the retreat and the house.
I have had Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ “American Girl” stuck in my head since Saturday. That, and a line from “Walking in Memphis.” This is no good. How do you get a song unstuck? Sing more songs?
Speaking of last Saturday, two of my sorority sisters, one of their boyfriends, and I all headed to Memphis for the Mid South Fair. My big and I decided to visit some of the finer points of the fair (the exhibits) and had a big ol’ time trying to figure out what exactly constituted a collection and why the good collections didn’t win. Something sneaky is afoot when a collection of ballpoint pens places over a collection of telegraph insulators. (I mean, who just collects telegraph insulators? That’s pretty awesome.) However, I think having my personal space invaded by a complete stranger in the art exhibit section was my favorite moment of the day …
Annnnd speaking of getting old, let’s not start the quarter life crisis just yet, but let’s do enlighten Allie as to how one goes about dating in the real world. I’m still trying to process how dating in the college world is supposed to work (’cause it didn’t exactly work out when I tried), much less how I’m supposed to go about finding Mr. Right in a situation where I’m not surrounded by people my own age. So someone help me figure this out ’cause while I have plenty of time, I just don’t get it.
Is it weird that that’s what concerns me about graduating and being out on my own at the moment? Shouldn’t I be more concerned about getting a job and where I’m going to live and who should be my roommate and all that right now? And it’s not that I’m not worried about that, but I just got to thinking about being single and not in college, and it freaked me out. I’m just weird, I know.
Annnyway, I think that’s all for now. Things are going well right now. My little finds out who I am on Thursday, and I am PUMPED! I just hope she loves me as much as I love her and is as excited as I am, which, all things considered, might be kind of hard. I do tend to be an incredibly enthusiastic girl.
