Yeah, I'm that delusional.

My good friend T, better known in the blogesphere as Sandwich Lady, lives in a world not unlike your own. The only crucial difference between the Lady's world and that of flesh and blood is the square shaped screen separating their realities. Yes T's world has gone from the very real to the very fictional. She has adapted to referring to sitcom character's as friends and prime time hunks as lovers. Now at first I was worried by her lapse from reality but now after spending several rainy (or not so rainy) afternoons in front of these lovable faces I have grown to know the appeal of the fictional friend. Be it their ability to make you laugh or their heartwarming tales that bring tears to your eyes, the fictional world is hardly ever disappointing. A trait that is particularly appealing to me. In the real world you are constantly at risk of getting hurt. People you care about can let you down, friendships grow apart, love goes unrequited. But in the wonderful world of fiction your only worry comes from the potential lack of munchies.

Warning: Too Lazy For Friends!

Friendships are hard. Not necessarily the specific joys and struggles that they bring into your life but rather the act of being a friend is very difficult. The phone calls you have to make to "check-in" with one another, the attention that you have to give when the other person is talking, the advice that you have to share to remedy his or her problems. All of these things are both time consuming and exhausting. That is why I rarely do them. Does that make me a "bad" friend? Possibly or maybe it is that I am just ,point-blank, too lazy for friends. Don't get me wrong, I do care very passionately about the friends I have in my life it is just that sometimes I don't have anything to say. So to my friends I tell you this, I care about you dearly and I will call you, it is just that The Office just started back up so I'm going to be pretty tied down...Thanks for tolerating my laziness...maybe someday you will find it quirky rather than rude...maybe.

Maternal Instincts

Mother. Mom. Mommy. Mama. No matter what you call her your mom has the innate ability to bring structure and order to your life. So what happens when you leave your maternal influence at home and step out into the world on your own. You find other "Moms"** to take care of you.

**unfortunately that maternal instinct doesn't actually set in until you have kids of your own...so really we are just a bunch of kids!

Tongue-Tied

Have you ever met someone new and felt, almost instantly, that you have known this person all your life? The two of you just click. Your conversation by-passes the niceties, the where are you from's and the tell me about yourself's, and goes directly to the witty banter. Those wonderfully quick back and fourths you rarely see outside of a TV sitcom. However this puts you in the awkward situation of bringing up the fact that you do not know each others names yet!
So since this is in fact a true story and I am that girl who has met a cute nameless boy, I am seeking the advice of my fellow bloggers for the best way to add an introduction into what is a nearly seemless conversation. All advice is good advice so don't be shy!

Sexy 101

The hot professor is every college students dream come true. Waking up far too early, slightly hung over and stumbling yourself to class only to find your teacher strangely resembling NBA super-star Dwight Howard is the perfect pick-me-up. Whether it was his smooth velvet voice or his strong poised nature I could hardly keep from drooling over my new Multiculturalism professor. His knowledge and insight of the world we live in seduced me into a deep yearning to learn more. I can tell already that I am going to REALLY like this class. And to address the wedding ring that snugs tightly over his left-hang finger, I see it as a mere challenge that I am prepared to endure.

Doggy Style

It is time for me to leave again. I have packed away all that I need and everything that I take comfort in. The car is equipped with novel-esque Vogue magazines and plenty of snacks (except for Cheetos because they are just too messy!) The only thing there is left to do is to say goodbye. Although I am not particularly found of the act I have grown to tolerate goodbyes. I have parted ways from those who mean the most to mean with ease and comfort in knowing I will have the opportunity to see them again. However goodbyes are not so easy for our furry canine friends. My dog Maggie cannot take comfort in the notion that I will be coming back for the holiday season because she does not know that. For all she knows I walk out that door never to return again. So I am taking this time to tell my dear Maggie and any others who live in the fear of not knowing, I will in fact return and look forward to meeting you again.

There are still Republicans? But the War is over. Slavery was abolished.

Sometimes it confuses me why Republicans still exists. Old wealthy Republicans making up the small minority whom are benefitting from the Bush tax cuts I understand, but young Republicans, really? What's the point. When you are young you are penny-less. You are bright-eyed and bushy tailed, hoping to please anyone and everyone you meet. It only makes sense to be a Democrat.
In a world that is constantly changing it would be foolish not to adapt to those changes. To prepare ourselves for what is to come and to hope that with the right will power we can outdo any obsticale.
The idea of a young Republican is that of a predictable future, a future no different from the present, a future without progression and my opinion the knowledge of the future is something that is reserved ony for gypsies.

Missing: One marble keepsake with the words "Anything's Possible" inscripted onto It

I am 19 years-old. Soon to be a sophomore in college and officially dream-less. I realize the irony of the situation, yes, and although I should be all Martin Luther Kinging it I don't have dream. You see the thing is I am a realist. (in the sense that realist is just a nicer way of saying quitter). I did have a dream once. Throughout my whole life I had wanted to work in fashion. I began sketching designs when I was 6, I watched the E! network religiously and knew more about Giovanni Versace and "Coco" Chanel than I did of my good friends. However after graduation the time to kick-start my dream presented itself, and what do realists do in the midst of roaring dream engines...run far far away. I decided then and there that that dream of mine was too difficult. That there was no way I could ever "realistically" work in fashion. So I quit. I quit in spite of everything I had been told. In spite of having the words "anything's possible" nearly tattooed onto my skin.
Don't get the wrong impression. This is in no way a woe-is-me blog, rather it is an ode to the very essence of every realist, the abilty to accept. I have accepted my dreamlessness and decided to tap into my other interests. So now I am the every college student equipped with a marble keepsake with a much more senseable phrase entitled "Something's Possible."