My relationship

I've been in a steady (well...mostly steady) relatioship since the beginning of my senior year. He truly is wonderful. As a hurdler for Michigan state, smart, funny, caring, loving, charming, patient, understanding....the list goes on, he is quite probably one of the most positive aspects of my life right now. I love him, as most people claim at this age. I'm not sure if it's true love, but I can say that it is the best I can conceive of love at this age.

The only problem is the distance. I really hate it. I hate feeling lonely. I'm never emotionally lonely, but sometimes you just need a good hug. Apparently, as humans, we are supposed to have 8 instance of positive physical contact in a day. I am severly lacking and it sucks.

The distance, while creating my severe void in physical contact, is also starting to put unpleasant thoughts in my mind. I would never cheat. I would never do anything to disrespect my relationship. But sometimes I think things that I shouldn't...I'm not perfect by any means, and i can't help what I think...

Idk...i guess I just needed to say that

Medical remedies

I am doing folklore toothache remedies! yay rotten teeth!

Ouch

I had a pretty good day up until now. Well, it's not so much bad, more so painful than anything. I run on the UNC Club Track team. I ran track in high school and I love running. I was so excited to see that UNC had a club team I could join.

Well, I've been running on the tesm since the beginning the year and over break we were supposed to do workouts. At home (michigan) it snowed like crazy and my track was covered so doing a workout on the outdoor track was out of the question. On top of that, the nearest track is 45 minutes from my house...and I was lazy as hell over break. Upon returning to school I was really really really out of shape and being so busy to miss most of practice this week did not help at all.

Today we did 600 specials. You run a 300 (fairly hard), jog a 100 and then give the last 200 all that you have left. Sound easy? You try doing one...let alone 3. We had three of those with 8 minute break in between. I wanted to die after the first one. It hurt so badly. I probably looked like the biggest weiner EVER! Ugh

Its the first step however toward getting back to where I was.

As for now...I am fat and cannot wait for my track body to come back....ugh......

UNC

Essentially for the entirity of my high school career, the University of Michigan was the school everybody talked about. If you were of any importance and held even a grain of intelligence, U of M was the all and mecca of schools. While I definently considered U of M a great school, I was never as enamored with it. To me, there HAD to be some other school that could match the omnious U of M. To add on to that, probably some of the most irritating and immoral people from my school were beyond obsessive to go.

I mean obsessed. I mean, cheat in AP classes and just do anything possible to go to U of M. One kid, whose morals are probably beyond being saved, paid somebody to take his ACT and got into the Ross Business School at U of M. I knew at that moment that I was permanently no longer even considering going to the University of Michigan.

However, I had no idea of where I wanted to go. With the help of quite possibly the most amazing counselor Mrs. Burgess, I was given options and then took a college tour with my stepdad.

Most people say they are Tarheel born. While Tarheel blood was not embedded into my blood like many, the moment I stepped onto the UNC Campus, I knew that I was a Tarheel. I was in love from first glance at UNC

When I first arrived here, there was a chance that my love for UNC was all a lie. I was friends with the wrong people, was dating quite possibly the dumbest "smart" person ever and had no sense of who I was. Scared out of my mind to be immersed in a foriegn culture where I knew nobody and realized that I was quite different...it was made abundantly clear to me just how different I was on a daily basis...I was starting to believe that perhaps UNC wasn't what I thought it was. I cried everyday, and put on a smile to my classmates, who probably didnt even knew who I was anyway...I just refused to be known as the girl who cried everyday in class.

I honestly thought that I had made the worst decision of my life and that I was going to be miserably for the next four years of my life and that there must be something fundamentally wrong with me.

Well....fortunately for me, UNC turned out to be the school I thought it was. I finally have the right friends and the right frame of mind to truly view UNC for what it is.

I can truly understand why young kids in North Carolina dream for years to come a place like this. People love UNC because of the atmosphere. There is no greater love for a school than any other university in the US

And trust me, I've been around the most hardcore U of M fans...which can be quite daunting
But that does not hold a candle to the love at UNC

Obama's Speech

"For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies"

                                                       President Barack Obama

I must admit that amongst the excitement of my fellow students, I found myself slightly less excited. It is not that I did not support Barack Obama or had ill sentiments towards his election, for I found myself bubbling his name on my ballot. 

It is simply because, for the most part, politics is a foreign and secretly (and many times not so secretly) corrupt field which holds probably less than one percent of my interest. In a field where pretense and carefully created characters seems to be the success stories, I find myself repulsed by the idea. A field riddled with euphemisms, pretense, hidden agendas and carefully constructed images, struggles to grab my attention or empathy. I simply cannot stand it. 

However, with viewing Barack Obama's inauguration speech, I found myself almost becoming a believer. He himself acknowledged all of the above, and for some reason I found myself believing and becoming moved by his words. 

What moved me was President Obama's reoccurring idea of returning back to the initial ideals and hard work of our forefathers. He placed the future of America into the hands of the Americans. Instead of blaming others for the demise of the country, he placed the responsibility and effort into the hands of the government and the people. Instead of the government dictating, President Obama  created a symbiotic relationship between the government and the people, in which it is imperative that yes, the government must do the work, but the people themselves must do the work as well. Following the initial quotation, President Obama described the morals that everyday people themselves must follow in order for us to recreate and regenerate American.

President Obama spoke of greater effort and greater morals. Two things that I believe most people of our country lack.

In his inauguration speech he seemed to relay a very perceptive mind, who is in tune with the necessity of our country. Effort and morals are two things that are always necessary, and it finally seems like we have a president who is well aware of those thing.

A man, who's story speaks of sacrifice, hard work, commitment in all realms of his life and first and foremost, honesty and morals..finally is on the pulpit, presenting a, yes large and very daunting, task in front of our nation.

The difference, it seemed to me, was his perception. President Obama does not seem to be enticed or disillusioned with politics. He remains grounded, relaxed and aware. A man with a history of morals and hard work. A man who is truly aware of the task at hand.

And for those reasons, his inauguration has finally struck my attention. 

I am very irritated

I have come to realization that friends can do some of the dumbest things. You can console and try to help them no matter what. But regardless of what you say, or know....they never EVER seem to listen. You oould point everything out, and completely show them that even they themselves agree with what you say. But yet, at the end of the day they don't listen.

So
completely
and
utterly
DUMB!

What irritates me even further is when a friend values the opinion of a guy who (more times than not) just recently broke up with them. This guy (and by that I don't mean all guys...just the particular asshole at the time) who has hurt them, suddenly now has all the right things. After the relationship is over, he can finally say the things that are right. After he has hurt her feelings, he is the one to trust. He is the one to believe...his propaganda, riddled with cliches and complete and utter romantic bullshit, is the one to listen to. Not your friend, who was there for through all the tears. The boy (and specifically use the word boy here) who was incapable of being there for you emotionally, but was the best boyfriend when you were happy, is now the one to believe.

That is some total, and complete bullshit