Bamorama

barack obama is speaking at DePaul this Tuesday and guest list or no guest list, I am getting into that room. As God as my witness, i will listen to barack, tell him i love him and that i would like to be his dirty intern, and also that i agree with him politically and think that his passion and vision is exactly what this country needs right now.
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thats the american flag, sorta

tejas bitches

it takes a show like friday night lights to make a liberal democrat like me wanna move to texas and do the nasty with a bad boy like tim riggins. its just that good. I know i should be having a social life because i'm in college and all but all i wanna do is sit in my room and watch this show.
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<:-) thats an emoticon wearing a cowboy hat, like texas, get it?
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sandwichloaf

i had a wonderful weekend at home. it was homey and wonderful. :*)

also upon returning to chicago i am officially very frustrated. can i please find a guy to like who hasn't already been peed on...SERIOUSLY.

mother knows best

so, for most of my senior year, while touring colleges, my mom would ask the question to every tour guide (most of whom i found very attractive) "does your school offer a karraokee night?" (she pronounced it karOkee) and i was always mortified and embarassed and i would tell the story when trying to one up people on silly parents

well the joke is on me, because tonight i went to fiesta mexicana for karaokee night, i sang prince's "kiss" and i had a simply wonderful time. An old middle aged man named bobby went up 4 times, and an older woman named janel would go up but barely make any noise and still she sang. So thanks mom, turns out you know me a lot better than i thought you did.

:D thats a singing emoticon

middle school flashback

ok, so its commonly known that your skin is supposed to freak out when you are going through puberty. acne is accompanied by awkward height, inablility to converse w/ the other sex and in my case, a back brace. I was lucky in middle school though. I didn't have acne, i thought i just had good skin. little did i know that my pores grouped together and decided that it would be way funnier if they waited until i got through puberty, and highschool, and then decided to freak out.

calm down pores, chill out, there is no need for all of this fuss.
:^-) thats a smiley emoticon with a zit on its nose

dancing my dance

yesterday i met a boy who likes gilmore girls, and then i discovered that my honors mentor watches the west wing and my atlantic history professor has seen hsm 2

college starts to feel more and more like home by the second
much love
tay
ps i sang the gilmore girls song today, miss you muffin

i'm on team kanye

today i participated in a peace protest on the corner of dearborn and jackson which in case you were wondering is the location of bamorama's chicago office. (just a fun sidenote, i didn't actually see him there) it was me, hilary, colleen and jaime and about 10 senior citizens who at the end sang the cutest song w/ a little dance about peace. my heart exploded just a little bit. i love college.

also i just bought the new kanye cd, its a very wise investment, firstly because i like kanye, secondly because i met a kanye look alike this weekend and he made me promise i would, and i never forget, sort of like and elephant.
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thats an elephant emoticon, i'm pretty proud of that one

metaphors and hidden messages

i had a terrifyingly real dream last night that i was sentenced to the death penalty because i wrote in my biology book in high school. i woke up and had to remind myself that i didn't take biology and that no one is going to put me to death for writing in a textbook. as i exclaimed in my dream, "this is not a proportional response!"

as a direct result of this dream, today i signed up for depaul students agains the death penalty.

i think there is a hidden meaning to this dream fiasco, but i'm not quite sure what it is. think about it

X-/ thats a dead emoticon

plooping

i have found myself in a somewhat sticky situation. Down the hall from me lives a normal boy with a very special gift. He plays what is called the "low whistle" but don't be fooled by its misnomer. nothing about this whistle is low. It plays a ranges of high pitches and sort of sounds like an irish flute. don't call it that though, because he gets upset. there are three main phases one goes through when living in proximity to a low floutist.

phase one-intrigue
the low flute is not a common instrument and at first listen it is interesting, fascinating and almost hypnotizing at times. How does one get a low whistle, where would one take low whistle lessons?

phase two-anger
the low flute is now the enemy, why does the low floutist insist on playing with his door open and why does he only know two songs on the low flute? must he play everyday for at least an hour?? is there nothing else in the low floutists life?

phase three-acceptance
this is the phase i find myself in now, not because i have come to enjoy the low flute, but because i have come to appreciate the low floutist's gumption and his ability to play such an annoying instrument and not care about his neighbors thoughts or feelings on the subject. it gives me the gumption to listen to my high school musical 2 soundtrack everyday and not care about it either ;P that is a sticking my tongue out and winking at the same time emoticon, you'll get it just think about it

50th and France and all that jazz

so i consider myself pretty lucky so far on the homesickness scale, no emotional breakdowns yet, probably because there is a significant ammount of people in this city from my hometown, one of which i hang out with a lot, but last night i had a dream that i was on 50th and France with my spanish teacher and my driver's ed instructor getting a starbucks and chatting about our day at the zoo and it hit me, i really miss edina.

revenge of the nerds IV depaul honors

my nerdhood is becoming more and more amplified at college, i have a harry potter poster and a poster of the declaration of independence on my dorm walls, i am more excited for the student govt meeting than the conert on friday night and i already started reading my American Presidency textbooks. 8-) thats a glasss emoticon, get it, like a nerd

insert first name here college

here is my issue at college, when i ask for peoples names, i never get their last names, then i put them in my phone and instead of attaching a last name to it, i just attach the word college, so in my phone i now have johnny college, joe college, anna college etc. and i've known them for long enough now that it would be awkward to ask them for the rest of the name i've supposedly known for three days. the trials and tribulations of college life :)

ps i'm having a lot of fun, i'm alive and ok!!!!!