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.