This is not my first rodeo.

The craziest weekend, 2 weeks ago, that is. Let me just say that my weekend was kicked off by one the best nights of my college career. Yes, thats right. I spent 3 hours at 21st amendment on Dickson enjoying my first "night out" in Fayetteville. Maybe I'm just fresh and naiive on the Dickson scene, or maybe, the 50+ year old man that enjoyed a spin around the dance floor with me and 6 of my friends made my night worth living for? They are probably both relatively accurate, although I'd like to think that the latter is a better description of where my Thursday night joy stemmed from. To say it was a great night is an understatement. I felt like Sandy from Grease in my oversized black cardigan and boots, coming out of my shell and dancing with a 50 year old potential swinger after turning down an oversized foreign man down after his proposal to dance with me. Call me Sasha Fierce. I'm a Dickson Street regular, I have signature dance moves that would make you blush and a closet full of going out clothes. Dangerous. Thats what they call me.

This Saturday kicked off Pi Phi's Centennial & Balfour Celebration. AND, obviously, it wouldn't be a Pi Phi weekend without one additional humongous event stuck on our list of obligations. So, naturally it was also initiation! The weekend was full of wise and eternally devoted Pi Phis of pledge classes from many decades ago. All I know is that Pi Phi used to serve cigarettes to the rushees during rush! The Surgeon General would die. Saturday night Senior Pizza party was bomb. Please refer to our "rainbow pictures." Emmy's shirt said it best, Dia Del Pi Phi.



On Sunday, a star was born. Thats me. My alter ego, Madame Nikon, came into the world. I spent a couple of hours shooting Mark and Taylor's save the date pictures. Basically, I should've been wearing a baret, talking about coffee, and scheming to turn my bathroom into a dark room the whole time. I'm pretty much an artist now, thanks to my muses the future Kellas. Go ahead and commission me.





Monday=the day my leg hair grew at lightning speed. Why? Step show. Goosebumps. Pi Beta Phi is the holy grail of all things step. I was inspired, in awe, dying in my seat. Needless to say, our theme was "Diva," each girl channeled Beyonce/Sasha Fierce and stepped their high/poofed ponytails nearly off their heads. The nail polish was glitter, the eyeshadow charcoal, and the outfit a leotard. I nearly passed out. Nix that, I passed out in my head. I absolutely love step show. *BOAST ALERT*...I think that Pi Phi is the classiest, most wonderful sorority.

Euphoria

I thought my dream grocery trip should be documented.
If caloric intake were a non-issue, I would consume the following on a weekly basis:
Cheetos Spirals
Cashews
Toaster Streudals (Cherry)
Honey Smacks with 2% milk
Club Crackers
Dr. Pepper...not diet, nope. Not in this world.
Twizzlers
Pringles (original, duh.)
Hersheys Cookies 'n' Creme bar(s)
Oreos
Bleu cheese
US Weekly & People, every single week.
Riesling wine, cheaper=better
Planters cheese balls, which I think aren't even produced anymore
Pumpkin Pie
Caramel Apple Pops
Ice Cream sandwiches
Chex Mix, traditional...always.
Chicken Broth...the higher the sodium, the more delightful
Holiday Creamers
Anything friable

Addict.

Congratulations America! Some of you out there have delightful, creative, and original wedding ideas!! Contrary to my initial findings, I have recently discovered some delightful resources for planning the hopefully rustic/chic wedding of my 8 year old dreams. So, DIY wedding planners, eat your hearts out. As for my faithful professional wedding videographer readers, you all need some serious help, please stop making tacky videos.

I'll leave you with this..I'm going serious ba.nanas over stylemepretty.com. Go ahead and obsess over the inspiration board I made, it's fine.

Word to the wise

In light of my recent clinical experience at "The Maples" ahem, nursing home, I have been prompted to think about the end of my life. Don't stop reading now, I'm not trying to get weird or sentimental here, who do you think I am anyway? The Extreme Makeover Home Edition team? No. Conquering that topic is for a different post, on a different day, when I have way more time. To sum up my most significant thoughts for today I leave you with this: I want to die at the exact same time as Karl, preferably sky diving when we are 85, definitely with full control over our bladders and bowels, with our own teeth (guess we should start flossing), and nothing artificial in our ears. Amen.

'Tis the Season

'Tis the season to have heart palpitations over the prospect of watching Edward Scissorhands, Halloweentown (disney, circa 1998) and October Sky. Also, the smell of Pumpkin coffee creamer literally makes me drop dead. Absolutely. I die over anything black and glittery and get goosebumps (aka piloerection, obligatory nod to learning) when I see or hear the word "harvest." Although acceptable decorative ghosts, spiders, frankensteins, and mummys are few and far between, I am a sucker for the occasional classy witch. Yes, its true, my stone-cold heart melts at the first glimpse of Autumn. God strategically put me in Fayetteville, where Fall actually exists. Cardigans, Uggs (don't judge me), leggings, and men's shirts will be my wardrobe for the next few weeks as I bask in cool breezes, impossible teacher expectations, and obsessing over campus this time of year. So go get creative with your DIY projects and remember, keep the pumpkin decorating classy...


So, as tempted as I am to push back the wedding date and reveal something similar to the dynamite Halloween nuptials you see here, keep your calenders marked as is. This time next year, I'll be shaking black glitter all over my new home and asking Karl to go find perfect decorating pine cones in the remote forests of South Carolina. Ah marriage...

The deed has been done.

Well, I feel like the time has come for me to join the blogging world.  It does seem like the natural progression of life...porcelain dolls-american girl dolls-pogs-Lisa Frank-tomagochis-Roller Backpack-AIM-myspace-facebook-twitter-blogger.  Duh.  Basically, I think my life is worth blogging about.  Wedding planning, nursing school (aka changing peoples pants all day), living with the hottest blondes on the block, this all provides for some conversation-worthy material.  So, like Max told me the other day at the movie theatre, "let the wild rumpus start!"
Hannah