Finally Got Me Some TOMS.

'Fore I get started on my aimless rambling for today, I'd just like to get it out there that I use wrong grammar and spelling and such on purpose. Normally, I'm a grammar freak, but this is my exception. Now that that's out of the way, let's get on to the meaty stuff. I'm freaking out people, since I finally, finally, finally got a pair of TOMS. My friends have had them for months, and they're all over my school's campus, but I've held out on getting a pair because I somehow convinced myself that my parents would fold before I did and buy me a pair. Turns out, I was wrong. Then I put off getting them because I couldn't justify dropping that much dough on a pair of shoes. I got no job, so my funds are most definitely limited. But, yesterday, I finally cracked, and thank God I did! OH MY GOD GUYS, I've officially decided that these things are never, ever, ever leaving my feet. Wearing them is like walking on clouds. I'm actually jealous of all the impoverished kids who are getting pairs. So yeah, guys, get a pair. They're practically God's gift to mankind in the form of shoes, and they help a great cause. I promise you won't regret splurging. And if you are caught in the throes of regret, just remember that you also bought a pair for a kid in a Third World country. So buying them can be your good deed for the day. As an extra bonus, you also get  a sticker and a flag/bag to go along with your sweet new kicks. Do ittt, you know you want to.

This is the pair that I got, and this (see below) is the pair that I'm already thinking about buying, just one day after getting my first pair. I'm a convert to the TOMS religion, and I'm loud and proud about it. 

COLLEGE GAMEDAY IS IN MY HOMETOWN... NO BIG DEAL.

I live in a pretty small town. It's probably like ten miles across from end to end, and I already know where everything's at. I'm almost positive that our population maxes out at something like 250,000 people. One thing we've got going for us though is that we're a college town. We've got three here. One's a rinky dink community college, one's one of the oldest historically black schools, and then the third? That's the Florida State University. I'm sure you've heard of it, and if you haven't, then you've seen our symbols somewhere. Bobby Bowden? He was ours. Now we've got Jimbo. Anywho, for as long as I can remember, FSU has always kind of sucked in football. Well, not sucked, but not been GOOD. This year though, things are different. There's talk of us going to the BCS football game. We're ranked (at this point) like fifth in the nation. Today though, that's going to change. We play #1 ranked Oklahoma. We win, we go up, they go down. We lose, they stay, we go down. There's a lot of pressure here, people. Because it's such a major game, College Gameday is here! In podunk little Tally! A lot of my friends have been standing outside their setup since five o'clock this morning. That's some Nole dedication right there. To sum my rambling up, this is a MAJOR deal in my town. Like, biggest thing to happen since the '00 election, in my humble opinion.

This is where I should be tonight. Instead, I'll be at home, since tickets to the game costed a bajillion dollars, and we didn't get any. The flatscreen with friends will have to do. 

First Post: A Letter to a Creepy Guy

Dear Mr. Creepy Guy,

    

     Don't you think it's a little weird that you were running around our little town during a rainstorm? I do. And just in case you couldn't tell from my face, you creeped me out, dude. I'm sixteen, okay? I'm not yet used to driving by myself, and I'm even less used to actually locking my car doors. So, when I stop at a stoplight where you're just chillin', just because the doors aren't locked doesn't mean you can try to hop in with me. Sorry, but that just doesn't fly with me. All I can say, is thank God that I managed to lock the doors in the mere seconds before you began messing around with the handle. This letter is just my way of saying thanks, for almost making me pee my pants in fright, and for taking away my belief that there is no reason to be afraid of homeless people. Because of you, I am now a scared, paranoid little girl. Not cool, man, not cool.

Sincerely, 

     D.

     P.S. Try to get in my car with me again, I dare you. My tire iron has been promoted from the trunk to between the front seats, and I know how to use it to both change a flat and to beat the snot out of you. If that doesn't work, I now have an escape route planned. You go in the passenger side, I go out the driver side. Oh, and the keys? They're coming with me. Don't believe me? You'll find out the hard way then.