Mom

I just had the scariest relevation: I'm starting to turn into my mother. Yes, I know, so cliché but true. We say, "I'll never be like my parents." And before we know it, we have.

I started packing for spring break, and by packing I mean that I've taken the old baggage claim sticker off my suitcase. Actually, no, I stand corrected. I've packed my USB cord for my digital camera but nothing else. Really, I swear. But back to my point...while packing I thought to myself, "I should clean my room so when I return I'll have a nice place." FREEZE. jaw hangs open. My mind immediately plays a family vacation montage in which the main character (Rosemary Yorks) yells at each supporting character (Keith, Steph, Allie, and Britt) to vaccuum, dust, and mop the little house at 234 S. 15th St. virtually spotless.

As I finally come to, I realize that this is not the first mom-ism. I've also previously caught myself thinking things like, "How can you walk by and not notice this?" and "As long as you beat mary weaver" and "Don't leave anything in the sink."

March 24, 2006: a day that will live in infamy.

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i thought it would be fitting that i write this bday post after havign some drinks. and you'll enjoy knowing that i'm refusing to use the backspace key. so thanks to all those who wished me a happy bday, even if it was ok b/c facebook told you abou t it. i appreciate it irredgardless of the manner you knew about my bday. i'm supposed to have a midterm tomorrow at 12 noon...but i finally chekcked my email just now and it turns out it's been postponed until monday. normally hat's exciting and evetremely sgood news. but right now that's kindof sad. could have had a little more funl. now i have to shutup before some very dangerous stuff is admitted. mrs. higgins would be so proud of my typing skills. i'd like to thank "home row" and "paws typing town."

There was once a chance I didn't take...

I should pursue.
I should endure.
I should drop more clues.
I should be more forward.
I should think of a better blog entry.