Amanda

So here I am. First day of school. Gross. Well, not really. I've been counting down the days for the last month or so. Not because my summer was so insanely terrible, it was quite the opposite. It was maybe my favorite summer. It was the last summer before I had to be serious about school. So thats where I am today. After switching my major three times (which is lower than the country's average-go me!) getting kicked out of school (yeah that's right, I skipped too many classes) spending an amazing semester down in Disney, I'm ready. I pray interior design is the job for me. I've had a friend tell me she's never seen me this excited for school. I tell her it's becuase it's the beginning of the rest of my life. It's like my wedding. Well, I hope not. It's just I'm finally preparing to take control of my life.



So here I sit. Early in the morning. I have no idea what books I need. Where my class is. What to wear. But I'm pumped. Here's the game plan: Leave the house at 7:20, this allows me lots of time just incase I get lost, or traffic is terrible or I get lost in my school. I have my orientation from 8:30-11:30. Thrilling. I miss two of my classes. But I'm excused from them so I'm not skipping. I swear. Then lunch with good friend and fellow barista with Helen, who is also starting school, then drafting from 12:30-4:25. Holy mother of a class. 4 hours. Of drawing and learning, which I would be very excited about, but currently have my wrist all bandaged up, and of course it would be my writing hand. And if anyone asks I hurt it playing volleyball. Then it's race over to work and whenever I get there I work till 8. Iwish I didn't work tonight. It's gonna be rough.

I kind of have no motivation right now. I don't know where to begin. I think I should figure out what to wear. I'm thinking my new purple sweater, because as a good friend would say, "purple is the new fall color" or something like that. I'm terrible at quoting people. But then what jeans do I wear with it? What if I wore black pants? What if I wore a black shirt with jeans. I wish I could wear sweats, but I should set a good impression. Oh the drama, I should have gone shopping. Maybe next time.

So to my fellow twenty somethings whom I love and adore, while I sit in class listening to my professors, remember me as you pack or sit around. I'm glad I will be the first in school. I hope that means I will be the first done with school. Well, Ive got 45 mins to get my first day of school off on the right foot. And with a little eye-liner, a lot of Jonas Brothers, and even more good luck, I should be able to do that.


-A

Amanda & Nicole.

So here we are. Our first blog. End of summer '09. Screw school and all the responsibility that goes along with it. It's sad to think that we're alreay counting down until Christmas vacation, or Halloween rather because let's face it, after All Hallow's Eve, you've only got like six more weeks until Christmas.

We are Amanda, Brittney, Jennifer and Nicole (aka: Niki).

We decided to make this blog for several reasons: to keep in touch as we all venture out to different schools, and to document the beginning of the rest of our lives. With adventure looming around the corner, we are bound to make this an unforgettable blog. With Niki moving into a new apartment without a doorman next to the Latin Kings that rule the neighborhood, Amanda trying a new major and wasting too much money on European design magazines, Brittney venturing off to college dorm life for the first time, and Jennifer still debating on becoming a professional house sitter vs. headlining the Scarlett Roses book tour, this year is bound to have its ups and downs.

This past summer was filled with way to much Starbucks, buffalo wings, Olive Garden, Barnes & Nobles and a whole lot of Jonas Brothers, to say the least. Overall, it might have been the one summer that brought us all together. More so like sisters then best friends this blog will only prove to bring us closer.

Now we know what your thinking. This blog isn't going to be a Cinderella story or any kind of fairy tale your momma or daddy would read you. Don't get us wrong, we love Disney very much and we can't say no to a good fairy tale, but let's get real. Life isn't all butterflies and cupcakes. It's a roller coaster. We promise it will be full of drama, laughter, tears, and good times. We hope you enjoy our stories of four different women aiming to prove the world wrong.