my-life-and-more:

I will be graduating as a Sooner and could not be more proud.  Everything I have done here has helped me become the person I am today and helped me determine how I want to be in the future.  Joining a sorority, founding an organization, planning a community service road trip for spring break, participating in an educational program that allowed us to raise over $17K for Make-A-Wish Foundation—every experience is one I will cherish forever, along with the people I met along the way. 

As this chapter of my life comes to an end, I will look back knowing that I have no regrets.  I will not regret my decision to go to UCI or Moorpark College before coming to OU.  I will not regret the many major changes I had.  Every single thing I did allowed me to experience something that led to something else. 

Everything happens for a reason. I am a strong believer of that. 

My great-grand-big is so wise!

…is over!

We have 73 lovely new members, two over quota.

Time to sleep, clean, eat, love and do everything I couldn’t do while trapped in a sorority house.

It begins Friday and I am so pumped…

…for it to be over.

Reasons:

• I will be able to see my boyfriend again!
• I will have time to actually get on my computer at least once a day.
• SLEEP.
• The best reason of all— a bunch of new members to hang out with!

(By “hang out with”, I mean “pay for my dinner at the caf”.)

SO.

MUCH.

GLITTER.

Writing a 6 page religion essay + preparing for sorority recruitment = insanity.

I’m currently living in a house with about 70 other girls, and it’s surprisingly awesome.

No one has killed each other yet, and there’s always someone to hang out with me/watch me take a nap/ingest massive amounts of froyo/shoe shop with. Which is fun.

Also, the food is good. But no dessert tonight! Probs a good thing since I ate my weight in yogurt/gummy bears/mango this afternoon.

The sorority house is superior to dorm living in several ways. For one, I actually like most of these people. The dining hall is much closer (read: downstairs). I’ll get more exercise because I live on the third floor and there’s no elevator. Free washing machine usage is also a perk that I appreciate, because one week I will have no laundry and the next my closet will just explode angrily and I’ll have like 6 loads and spend about $15 at the dorm and waste five hours of my life that I’ll never get back in the smelly dorm basement with washers that have no spin cycle. That happened to boyfriend more than it did to me. but I heard a lot about how much it sucked. And we have a dog here, y’all!

Life isn’t all peaches and cream, however. No boys allowed above the first floor, so no more movie watching/tie-dying with boyfriend at my place. We’re apparently having meatloaf for dinner sometime this week, which is something I’m pretty much morally opposed to. I’ve literally never had a bite of meat loaf in my life. (Is it meatloaf or meat *space* loaf?)

So I’m here. Moved back to my beloved Norman in my big historic sorority house and I don’t plan on leaving for a long, long time.