Lucky the Spy: Weekly Observations

Ok if you don’t get the reference in the title of this post I’ll make it clear. In Children’s Literature this week we are reading Harriet the Spy and so I’ve come up with an interesting idea for a weekly post in which I will detail my thoughts about some things I see or hear during the week. They may not be pleasant, and they may not be pretty, but I’d like to try this. Starting next week this post will be on Fridays or weekends, depending on my schedule, and I hope to keep this up for a while. But for this week I will just post today, unless I spot something interesting between today and Friday, in which case you will get two observation posts, lucky you.

Style, or lack there of: I’ve noticed that the scene style is getting more and more ridiculous. If this offends you, don’t read it, cause I don’t care. I noticed yesterday a girl with a hair style that looked as though she’d burned her hair out with bleach and heat styling, specifically straightening it. It was cut in layers, or at least I think it was her real hair could’ve been terrible extensions, that were choppy and poorly done, and it was super thin looking, dried out and fly away. Then she was using a Hello Kitty umbrella and wearing skin tight jeans and a black top with skulls all over it. Her eyes were coated in thick black eyeliner, done so it looked like ancient Egyptian make up. The guy she was with, I think it was a guy, was dress almost just like her with a similar hair cut, but without the eyeliner. I found this highly disturbing and disgusting. If this is supposed to mark them as different, they should really look around cause there are about a hundred people on campus who look just like them.

I don’t want to hear your music, I have my own: Almost everywhere I  go, whether it’s the BAS, the KUC, the library, or my classes, there is always the kid we will call “Music Kid”. Music Kid always has his or her mp3 player in their ears, with little ear-bud headphones, blaring their music so loud that you can hear it even if you are listening to your own music with the same kind of headphones. Not only that, but Music Kid is usually singing to song out loud so that everyone can hear it. They will then proceed to sit next to you while you are reading or working on a paper and get louder. You can ask them to turn it down, but they won’t be able to hear you so it is nearly useless to do so. Believe me I’ve tried. It annoys everyone, but apparently we are all powerless to stop it because the only time the music stops is when class starts.

How old are you anyway: I see people on campus who are supposed to be adults, and they act like children. They talk like two year olds, and it’s ridiculous. On my way to the library to do some work for my legal research class and this girl on her cell phone screeches in a shrill voice “Whatch doin’?” and then giggles like the typical four year old. That was followed by her nearly knocking me to the ground as she skipped merrily toward the library as well. Thankfully she was no where near where the group of students who were working on our assignment were working. But instead we had “Bookslammer Boy” who was apparently having difficulties with his work. Our group was quietly collaborating on a difficult assignment when we hear a loud slam from two tables down. This guy would flip through a book for two seconds then slam it down on the table and huff loudly. We politely asked him to stop, only to be rewarded with an insolent stare.

No, I don’t have time for this…

Well, it’s the start of spring semester, class has only been in session for a week and already I think I’m getting sick. I’m tired and my nose is stuffy. I’m coughing and freezing to death all the time. This is not good, not good at all. I don’t have time to be sick, colds slow me down enough with out it being anything more than that. Last time I got sick it was the whooping cough, which was terrible. But I don’t need to be sick, I don’t have the time. I have too much to do, and I can’t miss class. College is not like high school; I can’t just get make up work and the notes because I missed class. Most professors won’t give you the notes even if you are dragging the ground sick.

So yeah, this also puts a damper on the rest of my life, like I can’t go out with Spoony if I’m sick. For several reasons really. First and foremost is the fact that I don’t want to get him sick too. I wouldn’t dare dream of him getting sick because he kissed me while I have whatever this is. Secondly, I need to curl up and recover from this illness, whatever it happens to be. So I can’t be out running around in the cold when I don’t have to be. And finally, what fun is a sick girlfriend anyway? I’m all tired and stuffed up, I’m really grouchy and pathetic when I’m sick.

I can’t work out when I’m sick, that would be dumb. I can’t breathe so I can’t run and I’m getting out of shape again. I need to run and to do my ab work out, but I can’t. Why do I have to be sick now? Why can’t I be healthy and stuff? Fate has a problem with making things convenient for me. I really want to go home now cause I’m so tired and cold. I can’t even breathe well anymore.

And the people who run the KUC should be hung by their toes because it is freezing in here. It’s freezing everywhere on campus really. So that is definitely not helping my mood or my sickness. I can barely think it’s so cold in here. My teeth are chattering. What kind of idiot doesn’t turn the heat on in a college dining area when it is this cold outside? My peacoat is really too big and bulky to wear while I work and stuff. Besides the fact I look stupid if I don’t take it off inside. You’d think a long sleeved shirt would be sufficiently warm inside, but no, it’s not at all.

Let Me be One to Live

There are two kinds of people
in this world we call our home.
There are those who chose to live
and the ones who merely exist.
Those who live are very blessed
they learn and feel and love.
But for those who only exist
a lot of good is completely missed.
Though these existers are somewhat safe
life seems to pass them by.
Their hearts are rarely broken
but they never share true love.
They don’t experience all the pain
but often miss the joy of hope.
The look but to not see
listen but do not hear
eat but do not taste
sleep but do not dream.
Let me be one to live
allow me to feel it all.
Grant me the strength to bear
the pain that reminds us of joy.
Let me be one to love
even through a broken heart.
Let  me be one to live
for they are those who get to fly.

Whoa, Whoa, I gotta go… back to school

Classes started back monday, hurrah, and all that. Actually I look forward to the start of college if only because it means I’m yet another step closer to finishing college and moving on to law school. Besides that it also means the end of long stretches of boredom because while going out on Thursdays and spending all day with Spoony was amazing, I really didn’t have much else to do. The lack of wheels to get me places definitely put a hold on my mobility during winter break, and the fact that the Boro is very boring most of the time.

Honestly though, my classes aren’t going to be easy this semester. I’ve got two english courses and two polisci courses. Children’s Lit is probably going to bore me to death and Children’s Fantasy Fiction is too crowed for a senior english class. The discussion won’t be much fun at all. So much writing will drive me insane, as well as some of the books we are reading, all children’s books of course. Constitutional law will be a lot of work, reading the book and breif eight cases a week so I have them to study for his exams. The only class I know I’ll love is Clyde’s Legal Research and Writing, but that’s because Clyde is my favorite political science professor ever. He’s great and I always learn so much from him. The class will not be easy, but it will be fun.

And Lucky is an idiot. Her class schedule has a terrible case of the ‘Oh my god stupids’ because on Mondays and Wednesdays I have a break between my two classes that is three hours long. That means that I will have at least two and and half hours to kill if you don’t count lunch in the bargain. And on Fridays I come to campus for less than an hour because I only have one class. But I didn’t want to take a bunch of night classes so it was almost the only way I could schedule my classes.

So now I have mock trial again, plus the job hunt, the pray that we can get tags for my car so I have wheels again, the LSAT to prepare for, law school apps to worry about, apartment hunting if I ever want to move out with Spoony, and of course home life to deal with. So Lucky’s plate is pretty full. Wish her luck.

How ‘Bout Them Cowgirls?

So it dawned on me that I’m not sure I ever actually did a post on who I am. I think I’ve done a few things with little tidbits of information, but never a full post on exactly who Lucky is. I’ve given you teasers, but nothing more than that. And so, I give you “How ‘Bout Them Cowgirls?”, an entry who’s sole purpose is to fill you in on who the girl behind the blog actually is. Let’s see, what should I tell my readers?

Lucky is a twenty year old southern woman, that you already knew. Well, she’s a college junior, in her second semester of junior year, and a pre-law major, minoring in English. She’s a writer and occassional artist, a total camera whore and picture junkie. She’s a red head with hazel, almost green at times, eyes and stands a whopping 5′7″. Weight will forever remain a secret but lets just says she’s curvy. She’s addicted to music and is a total bibliophile. Yeah, that sounds weird and dirty, but it isn’t. Click the link for a definition of the word. Lucky is also a theater geek, addicted to the stage, and making no effort to reform. If life were a musical she’d love it. She’s a cowgirl and country hick, so to speak. She grew up on farms and spent her formative years in the mud and in the dirt. Tomboy, much? Hell yes, and proud of it. She speaks with a drawl and a twang, making it fun to talk to her if you don’t speak ‘Southern’ or have a translator.

Anyway, those are some basics. Now onto a few interesting things about my growing up, since that’s what makes me who I am. I was born in a small town and that’s where I’ve lived most of my life. I was eating real food by the time I was a year and half old. By three I’d already been to the hospital twice for injuries that I still have scars to show from. I was run over with a riding lawnmower, in some kind of freak accident that could only happen to someone like me. I was two and half, and it savagely mutilated my left leg. I’m lucky to still have the leg, much less be able to use it. I do have nerve damage and really hideous scars, but I can live with them. Then I busted my head open on an electric organ and had to have stitches in my eyebrow, I still have a scar there, as well. By first grade I was wearing glasses. I could read ‘big books’ before I reached kindergarten and had to have extra work to keep me busy in school. I only spent three years at Hobgood Elementary, a city school, where I never belonged. Even as a little kid you know when you are different.

From 3rd grade to 8th grade, I went to this tiny little county school called Walter Hill, and that was where I met my best friend S, D–, C-lyn, and Jonathan. The place was small and cramped, and we had ‘portables’, which are basically trailors for classrooms. But some part of me loved that place, and there are times when I long for it’s simplicity. As you can imagine going from tiny WH to great big Oakland High was like taking a little fish from a tiny pond and throwing her in a huge ocean. It was at Oakland I met Wallis-san and his sister A, and developed my passion for the stage even farther. Salty taught me that I could do something great and I owe a great deal to the man who became my director. I spent two years at Oakland before I became a Star.

By that I mean there was a big spilt when they built a new high school and I chose to leave Oakland to go to Siegel High. I met important people in my life there as well. I met guys who nearly destroyed me and friends who pulled me through. J was a friend I met there, and so was Kansas, though he has since faded from my life. I met Spoony there, my senior year, and fell in love for the last time. I say that because I have never loved anyone like I love him, and I have at last found my match. I went to prom with him, and he was there when I graduated. I will some day marry him, and he will be the man I spend the rest of my life with. I developed the relationship I have with my close friends at SHS, and would not trade that for the world.

Since then, I have been in college, working my way through classes, doing Mock Trial, surviving crazy events, and living. It wasn’t until I started at MTSU that I really began living. I nearly went crazy, broke down and fell apart a million times, had my heart broken, have had it mended, have been pushed around and stepped on, have picked myself back up, and put myself back together. But I have lived and I have discovered just who I really am. I’ve refused to sell out, and it has made me strong. I’ve learned that my own self respect is worth more than all the popularity in the world. I’m proud of myself, I’m stronger, smarter, wiser, braver. I know how to take care of myself, but I also know I can trust that other people care too. I can trust myself to do what’s right, but I know I’m not totally alone. I can count on me, but I can also count on others. Life has taught me more than I can say, and I know there is a lot to learn. I may not be perfect, but I can deal with that now. And I’m damn good at being one thing: Being who I am and who I’ll always be, whatever that means and whatever that takes.