Sunday, April 6, 2014

Back to Reality

Oh, there goes gravity. Sorta.

It's time to buckle down and try to finish this semester without having ALL of my hair fall out; if possible I'd like to at least manage a very respectable combover. I wish I could skip over finals and get to my ever so exciting summer of working in retail, but this isn't the fantastic 2002 Nickelodeon smash hit, Clockstoppers. I've got to focus and just get it over with.

As impossible as it seems, I've finally landed on a major. Drum roll please... The higher education path I've decided upon is ~JoUrNaLiSm~ and I'm stoked. It took me a while but I honestly think this is the one. However, knowing me I'll probably be nearly finished with my junior year when I decide to switch to biology or marketing. My name is Madison Masterson, and I suck at being decisive.

In other news, formals season is approaching. In a few weeks time I'll be expected to have a date, a dress, pregame plans, pre-pregame plans, and an after-party where the fun just don't stop. Most of these things are achievable, but the date thing has got my knickers in a knot. I've never been good at communication and feel wildly uncomfortable and nervous when having the possibility of being turned down (i.e. asking a hot hottie to my sorority formal.)

I digress. I'm very much looking forward to formals because of the memories and friendships that will come out of them. Did I say memories and friendships? I meant the facepaint and photobooth pictures. Nothing teeters my totters more than becoming the yellow Power Ranger then posing with the ever so classic "I actually don't really want to be here," face. It kills every time.

Formals remind me of prom in that half the fun is getting to stalk the photos of everyone else the morning after. Everybody who is anybody will be posting dozens of rad pics snapped at various stages of the night. My personal favorites? The "No no, check this out!" ones taken on the walk home and the "I'm laughing harder now that you whipped out your iPhone to take a picture of me" ones.

Until it's actually go time on all these festivities, I'll likely be spending my time in the library or in McCombs trying to be productive. Keyword: trying.