Turn yourself back around.
Feb 11th, 2007 by Ali
Billy told me that his father told me to take off any incriminating information from my MySpace and Facebook, whatnot. People search those things, thoroughly. I know that UCF has a group that does that here. Possible employers look through these networks, too. (And rapists, your usual deviants and such.) I try not to put anything against myself on the Internet. I rarely talk about my own real self on this blog, I don’t have any pictures of me with a random red plastic cup in my hand on Facebook, and I don’t even want to put a great identifying picture on my MySpace. The only things going against me are hundreds of odd headshots and my love for cuteness. If you don’t hire me because of this… you are a cute-ist.
The past week was very long, with it’s ups and downs. Here are the highlights… or rather, just random points:
*I need to improve in school. Mediocrity was only good for the first few years, not now.
*No more black nail polish for a while.
*The weather is beautiful when it doesn’t hate me. I have, however, had the fortune of wearing my “over the rainbow” sweater about five times now.
*Never presenting in front of a class again.
*I saw my first musical, in a real theatre. “Rent” was amazing, and I almost cried when Angel died. I loved it.
*Missed “The Office” to see “Rent.” Not too shabby.
*Prototype Save the Dates were fun to make.
*The Riggins came back- I got lots of great stuff! As always, immensely thankful… especially for chocolate and kick-arse key from Alcatraz.
*Got a haircut, finally fixed random “block layer.” Thank you, blonde hairsylist lady. You are now my friend. Also, props for spending twenty minutes blowdrying my hair (yeah, it’s thick, huh?) and saying how people would kill to have my hair. Let’s hope that never happens, but thank you.
*Held hands with Billy. Despite our seperate flaws, we share a love of extra crispy chicken and the time he comes home from war.
*Am rethinking the whole “giving up desert” for Lent thing. Watching “You on a Diet” has also changed my way of wanting to eat. Too bad I LOVE FOOD. I have a ferocious appetite for the wrong things. Like ice.
*Do I have pica? I told Billy I enjoy putting things in my mouth and possibly eating them, especially plastic, paper, and fabric. You must understand- as a child, I was deprived of food.
*Less than two months til new baby!
*Mythbusters is a good show.
*It’s Girl Scout Cookie time.
*Birthday celebrations, anyone?
I like how that whole list meant nothing in the end. I’m going to go eat some whipped topping now. Hmm, yummy. Ta ta, and when you hear from me next, maybe I’ll have finished that five page paper I have due in a day and a half. (… need to start that soon, don’t I?)