Be You. Be Beautiful.

Here is a little tidbit of words that expresses a small portion of what I hide from the world... "Looking back on it all now  I realize that the whole Thing was complete and  Utter chaos but in those  Moments it felt like  Everything. It was so chaotically Beautiful and the crazy Thing about it all is I Want it back even Though I know it would Destroy me completely But secretly all I want Is for you to destroy me Completely...." -Krista McCuistion

Where shall I begin?? Well, I guess it really does not matter because my life is far from fascinating. But I've always wanted a blog simply because I am intrigued with the idea of random strangers reading about my oh so uneventful life. Well, I guess I will entice my million of fans with my crazy, jam packed day by which I mean I shall inform my able to count with one finger (talking about myself) fan about my unremarkable humdrum life. At the dreadful sound of my alarm clock I unwillingly dragged my dis-impassioned body to the community bathroom which I share with about 30 other girls. Thinking about that now kind of grosses me out but sharing a bathroom is what is expecting of you when you are a residential student in college. There are definitely pros and cons of this situation. Cleaning up hair that is obviously not yours is the worst part but when looking at the glass half full sharing a bathroom gives me the opportunity to get to know some of the women I live with. Anyways,...