It is

really hot, and that makes me really lazy.

Computer, allow me to introduce you to the ground (via a 4th story window)

Aunt Sharon,
I’m not 100% sure what “following” is on this site but I am pretty sure I would like to do it to you, seeing as I follow other relatives and get to read the hilarity that is their lives. However, I click on your picture but all it shows me is who you are following. I want you to know that just because I am not following you online at this time does not mean I am not following you in my heart.
Love,
Betsy

Ode To Summer School

Summer School, Oh Summer School
Because I am with you, I’m not at the pool.
For two hours I’m locked in a freezing room
While Tuesdays dreaded test, on my horizon looms

To keep up with you dear Summer School, one has to move fast.
With all the work piling up, I just pray that I’ll last.
A whole semester of class into one month is crammed.
Miss just one little day and I’ll be in a horrible jam

In class I must sit in a room with no windows,
So I know not when the sun shines or the wind blows.
My Teacher is really good and kind of funny, you see,
But I would like to ask her “For once could you let us out on time, please?”

When I’m released I walk outside with the rest of the summer school crew.
We all look at each other and wonder, “What have we gotten ourselves into?”
Just think, a semester of accounting is such a short time,
But my fears seem to calm when I walk out into the warm sun shine.

When I leave my class I hope for a quiet lunch at the Ferg
But through the thick June head a strange noise can be heard
Summer School, is it your tired students making this loud joyous sound?
No, it is all the excited kids and their parents here for Bama Bound

The Ferg is packed with kids chatting about their schedules, roommates, and more
So I grab my Chick-fil-a sandwich and head for the door.
With my book bag weighed down with my homework and notes,
I must get away from these care free folks.

So Summer school, it looks like it’s just you and me,
As I eat my lunch on the quad under a tree.
Enjoying this quiet moment, summer school I think of you.
How you’re not so bad, there are much worse things I could do

Do everything with joy in your heart, says our preacher
But he does not have to spend 2 hours a day getting yelled at by an accounting teacher
So summer school it looks like we’ve got a long journey ahead,
But in the end you will not beat this girl, with hair that is red.

And the golden popcorn goes to…

Confession: I watched the MTV movie awards last night. I usually like this particular award show because I am a huge movie buff, and the host usually makes borderline inappropriate jokes about people sitting in the audience while the camera is right up in their face. What’s not to love? So when I heard that the movie awards were coming on, I snuggled up on my couch excited at the thought of watching Zack Effron (is that how you spell it?) try to laugh it off as the guy from SNL mocks him and his entire career. The opening sketch was really funny, but it was all down hill from there. The rest of the show was awkward, confusing, and offensive. The host made a number of really awkward drawn out jokes, I lost all respect for Leanne Rhymes (which was not that much to begin with), and was shocked at what they got away with showing and saying on regular TV. If you don’t know what I am talking about consider yourself lucky, seeing as I will forever have to live with the fact that I saw Eminem storm out of the room after a naked guy wearing angel wings was dropped on his face.

Final Thoughts:
1. This award show will make you laugh at the shockingly low moral standards of humanity; and cry for the same reasons
2. Miley Cyrus’s acceptance speech made me embarrassed to watch but, much like I train wreck, I could not look away.
3. “Twilight” was voted best picture over “The Dark Knight”… To be fair, I really enjoyed (and own) both movies, but could someone explain that to me?
4. Apparently I am a huge fan of numbering my thoughts and opinions on this blog.

I acknowledge the fact that I have no authority whatsoever to judge seeing as I am not a movie critic, celebrity, writer, or someone with a lot of fashion sense

Now, who are you again?

It seems that I am some what of an anomaly, a walking paradox if you will. The list of evidence supporting this statement includes but is no limited to the following:
In high school, on more than one occasion, they made us take personality tests to figure out whether we were a type ‘A’, ‘B’, or ‘C’ and multiple times my test results said I am a mixture of the personality types. The last time or two, including one I took today, said I am a Type ‘B’ which is once again a mix of type A and C.
I took multiple career aptitude tests and I always get really off the wall career choices that have nothing to do with one another, and would be horrible for me. Examples: zoologist, clergy member, law enforcement officer, gym teacher… My results always say something complimentary like, “With your wide range of interests you would be comfortable in any field you enter.” Translation- “Your crazy answers were so inconsistent we could not find a career to put you in so we have listed things that are in no way related to one another.”
I am a girl but I don’t like to shop. I really hate malls and I have no idea why. I hardly ever leave there feeling ready to go someplace else; all I want to do is go home and sleep.
Some might suggest that I am a touch on the attention deficit disorder side of the spectrum, but yet I could sit with a book and read for hours. I can even read in the Ferg at noon when it’s impossible to find a seat and it is extremely loud.
I grew up (and am still growing up) in the age of technology however don’t know a thing about it. I have very little patients for cell phone but could not live with out mine, I can send an email but not much else, and I find iphones really cool but a waste of money. I’m sorry but I already have a computer, ipod, and cell phone all of which I paid too much money for, so why waste more money on something that renders all my other gadgets obsolete
Dad always tells me how mature I am, but at times I sense of humor rivals that of a 12 year old boy
I’m relatively old fashion and set in my ways. I don’t care about celebrities, I think most of the stuff on TV and the most of today’s fashion trends are stupid, and the music that is now popular gives me a migraine- however, I am a fountain of pop culture knowledge, even if it pertains to a time I was too young to remember or was not born for… Could someone explain that please?
Country and (for lack of a better word) “Classic Rock” are my favorite music. My choice of country music is self explanatory but I fell in love with the other stuff because of Dad. When I was little he introduced me to the likes of Jimmy Hendrix, The Who, The Beatles, and The Doobie Brothers…Thanks Dad for making me one of the coolest seven year olds in my Sunday school class.
I think if you could see my personality, the essence of all that is Betsy, you would see something along the lines of a patchwork quilt… I’m sure there are more examples of my contradictory way of life, just ask Meredith.

--I will not make it a habit to write extended post that are completely about myself and what makes me tick. Thank you for your time