I guess G-ma is going to disown me for letting a over two months pass without updating my blog. Okay, more like 3 months. I am probably the lamest blogger on the webnet.

So apparently I have been working on this one post for like 2 months, because It was about that long ago that the next paragraph happened... I think I'll have to go ahead and post this one soon.

I just got back from an entire week in Daytona. I have returned, having forgotten what cold is really like, and being way thrilled that I can open the blinds and check my e-mail without leaving my bed. I can also rebel and skip meetings without anyone caring. Life is good.

But yeah. Let's see...I should do a quick review of the last month and a half, huh?

A small part on Thanksgiving would go here, I guess. We went to Knoxville. Like old times. Here's Auntie Rose and I being silly...Then there's the family tradition of watching the sweet potatoes to make sure they don't catch fire like they always end up doing...
The twins (still silly as ever) and G-ma... The fabulous Lauras of the Burka family... All both
The (un) usual A to Z lineup, with Dad standing in as Scott and Aunt Rose standing in for Zachary. This family sure is strange. But it helps to have these pictures so people don't wonder why I am the way I am.

We went to the rodeo. It was sweet. Thought I'd share...I think I'll throw some football pictures in here just for the heck of it. Last home game of my senior year. We lost. But I got a lot of good pictures.
We had fun playing on Julie's front porchJulie and Olivia and I hung out at the game until Olivia and I took off for the band and sat in front of our favorite drummers. It was really loud right there. I highly suggest NOT sitting in the middle of the band.
And of course, I stole Paul's hat after the game. Long running tradition I guess...Christmas, the Burka clan went to LA. Lower Alabama, that is. We went to the beach down near Ft. Morgan. All 16 of us still fit into one house. I'd say that's pretty impressive.
I suppose I'll put a few more pictures of that in here and call it a post. I mean, it's time to talk about spring break now. That's how lame I am.
Here we are before a walk on the beach. I say any Christmas that involves a walk on the beach is pretty stinking cool.
G-pa got a piano for Christmas.The cousins ready for the usual lineup. We almost look respectable. You have no idea how cold our feet were...This is pretty much a normal picture of the cousins...
Last but not least, my favorite Burka family Christmas photo.

stupid dude with the beret

Remember the dude from last night? The one who insisted on sitting near me and reading and looking all stupid and chatting on the phone? I apparently am getting bad at my "leave me the crap alone" vibes, as he eventually decided to talk to me. I mean, the clear fact that I was so focused on my studying was lost on him. Every time he spoke I had to pause my music, take out my headphones (which i did with both hands for effect), and turn to say "beg pardon?", then respond, put my headphones in, turn on my music, and go back to my studies. Then, after about 30 seconds, he would do it again. I even glared every once in a while. How on earth did he not get it? When a friend came over and sat with me and I pointedly turned and talked to her, he finally apologized for having to go (huh?!?) and left.
I just wanted to share about mister get a clue.

Hi, I'm Laura, and I'm a procrastinator.

"Hi Laura!"

I have a glass test tomorrow. A homework due in polymers Thursday. Oh, and the GRE on Friday. Yes, that's right. It's the most dreadful week of the semester so far. Thus, I have managed to find the time to blog (ie: procrastinate).

See, I have this problem. I don't like to get work done. At least not at the moment. I want anything other than to get work done. I would very much like to curl up in the corner until Friday. It's been a long week. It's Tuesday. Anyhoo... It's not that I can't handle the stress, I just don't want to handle the stress. I am currently camped out in the same spot at Spill the Beans that I've been in since 6:15. I had an entire 1/3 of the room to myself until about 30 seconds ago. Then some random dude presumed to occupy the armchair adjacent to my own sofa. He has begun to read The Odyssey, so he will probably be there for a while. As long as he stops muttering to himself, I will let him live. I won't be happy about his presence though. This is MY corner. It's like natural order. Nobody takes the chair closest to a stranger. They choose the chair at the empty table until there are no other options. Then they choose the loneliest looking person, NOT the most "leave me the heck alone" person. But then again, a normal person would not bleach their soul patch and wear a beret.

Thursday, I am going home after my field trip to sleep in my own bed. Must remember to pack pajamas. I always forget that part. GRE at noon on Friday, then back to Clemson for the rodeo. Saturday is my last home game. How sad is that?

Okay, so Mister "I'm all intellectual and crap" definitely picked the wrong place to be all learned. This is definitely not a town where poets run the coffee shops and OH GOOD GRIEF ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!? Mister dude just got up and moved to the only seat closer to me without being on the sofa with me. Thank goodness I spread out. Gosh. Anyway, he picked the wrong town. He also picked the wrong night to be anywhere near me.

And his hat is stupid.

At least I got a free smoothie. Raspberry and strawberry. Yum.