Ranting

First off, my computer has decided it doesn't like me (yet again) and continues to freeze on me. The tech people are school were unable to isolate the problem, so I'm stuck hoping that it won't freeze on me every time I'm on it. Last night and this morning, when I was studying for my test (a Sunday test... some teachers have such nerve) my comp decided it was the perfect time to stop working. Funny how things work that way.

Second, and this is in no way a rant, more of an expression of happiness, but as a pledge class in the sorority, we decided that we needed to bond together, so one of the things we did was pick a name out of a bag and had to write something about that person. I'm going to post what Brittany wrote about me, because it made my day:

To my dearest little libbers,

Libby is one sweet little munchkin if you ask me. Her charismatic smile lights up any room she walks in. But not only her little smile, but her love for little things like puppy dogs and back massages and oh so much more. With Libbys hands on your back or going up and down your arms, you could feel like your in heaven. We could call it "Libby spa."

I remember the first time I met that little Libby of mine. I thought she was the cutest little girl in the pledge class humping the air at any given time. As the secretary, sending out the layouts and people in our pledge class I was like-damn this girls got her shit together, I only wanted to be as organized and well liked as she was. So from that point on, I wanted to get close to her.

This year has been the BEST getting to know Libby. Not only do I consider her one of my dearest friends in the house now, but I know I can tell this lovely little girl anything. May it be from grinding ones teeth along a certain shaft, or talking about all the stupid bullshit drama that goes on here, I know the girl will listen.

I can't wait till we do our library one night, and crazy drunk out the next night. We are going to be so studious and study abroad, and then we will get crazy plastered drunk and have some damn good times. But drunk or not-sober is when I have got to know you the best. My time hanging out with you has been SOOO enjoyable Libby I can't even begin to explain what you mean to me and how much more I enjoy school because of people like you. Being homesick at the beginning of the semester, you could tell right away and you knew what to do and put a smile on my face-you could make me laugh and make me feel at home, which is exactly what I consider a true friend-someone who will be there when your down or upset and Libby you have all of that and MUCH MORE. I wish more people were like you. Thank you for being you. I can't wait for what the future has to bring, because I know we are only going to get closer and I'm extremely excited for that. Acapulco baby 06!!!!

I LOVE YOU LIBBERS!!!

Love always,
Britt

Finally, my last rant about is a matter of height. Guess what- I'm short. Ok, we've gotton that out of the way now. What bothers me is when I am constantly reminded how short I am. I can take the jokes- but they get old after a while. From my point of view, I see the world as I have always seen it- from 4 feet 11 inches off the ground. My perception of me isn't always that I'm short- I just try to blend in. But I guess I stand out more then I thought; so what bothers me is when people tell me over and over how short I am. You think I don't already know? I just try to put it out of my head. It's like you reminding your father that he's a guy. He knows he has a penis- you don't have to tell him. I honestly get a kick out of the nicknames and the attention being short brings. But not ALL the time. It's when I've become the butt of the jokes and am treated like a 5 year old that it starts to take it's toll. I want people to see me for more then just my height. This is who I am and will always be. I will always be a small person- and you can call me whatever you want- weather it be polly pocket or glovebox- but please just remember there is more to me then my outward size.

I love the '90's

You know you're a 90's kid if...

You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"

You can sing the rap to "The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air"

You wore skorts and felt stylish.

You yearned to be a part of the Babysitter's Club.

You use to love playing with your MY Little Pet Shop

You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey from "Blossom" and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House"

You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.

You wore a ponytail on the side of your head and had fluffed bangs

You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.

You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in kindergarten

You remember reading "Goosebumps"

You know the profound meaning of "Wax on, wax off"

You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.

You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.

You remember the craze then the banning of slap bracelets and slam books.

You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence...Not...

You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green Ranger were meant to be together.

You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up"

You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates

You ever got injured on a Slip 'n' Slide

You wore socks over leggings scrunched down

"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black, with silver buttons, buttons, buttons, all down her back, back, back..."

You remember boom boxes vs. cd players

You knew what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare"

You remember Alf, the little brown alien from Melmac and Vicki the Robot from "MY Little Wonder" (BY THE WAY - THE NAME OF THE SHOW WAS "SMALL WONDER" NOT "MY LITTLE WONDER")

You remember New Kids on The Block when they were cool

You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell"

You played and or collected "Pogs"

You used to pretend to be a MIGHTY MORPHIN Power Ranger

You owned a Skip It

You had at least one GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhere

You watched the original Care Bears, My Little Pony, and NINJA TURTLES

All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.(pencils.notebooks.binders.etc.)

Yikes pencils and erasers were the shit.

You remember when the new Beanie Babies were always sold out

You used to wear those stick on earings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes.

You remember a time before the WB.

You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"

You thought it would be so cool to be Alex Mack.

You know the Macarena by heart..

" Talk to the hand" ... enough said

You thought Brain would finally take over the world

You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"

to hell with all of you. i'm sick of you being fake. i'm sick of you being stupid. i'm sick of you lying.