My hometown is Waco, Texas.

I know, I know. I finally admit it. I've always clung to the idea that I was from my first hometown--Atlanta, Georgia, (specifically College Park--shoutout to Ludacris, holla! wait, did I ever tell you, that one day during tutoring I realized that Christina was saying holla. I felt so proud.) Moving on, I liked Georgia for my first seven years--and we had a really strong community of family and friends there. It's hard to imagine but at seven years old--I was very sad and lonely when we moved to Texas. thank goodness for my cat ziggy! (I think I shall have a memorial blog for her soon.) When I started at Baylor--I felt that it was boring to admit I was from Waco and yet knew no one from Waco because I had gone to a very small high school. But, I was wrong. that was hard to say. maybe not wrong--just slightly mislead.

I started my 8-5 library job this week, and have had the pleasure of spending 8 hours a day in a cold, secluded office going through files, newspapers, cutting, copying, and organizing. not necessarily my strong suits. but the upside of it is--I found some very interesting archives about Waco, and it truly has a rich history. At one point, it was referred to as, "Athens on the Brazos". I find that a bit much, but I'll take it. and mostly all my family is from this area--so I'm trying to put together some family history--so as not to go crazy this summer. it's hard work--the not going crazy.

I forgot about my reading quest blog-whoops. but I am reading Jude the Obscure--and I don't love it. However, I do want to write a book called Christy the Obvious--that is blunt and doesn't try to "MEAN" anything. It is such a shame when people try to mean something with everything--

for example, elizabethtown--she's supposed to be all different and interesting, but she's not. and it's a fail. on the other hand, you have things that make their point. but then just keep drilling it--like The Alchemist. I get it. already. there's your own path--go follow it. and leave me alone. and Glee. I love Glee. but seriously, I get that we're all different and should love the geeks. I was a geek. I am a geek. can you stop drilling it every week? make your point and move on. speaking of- I think I've made mine. and probably ticked people off--good. that's what the obvious does.

mmm, this post is too long and my sister's pup is whining--how come when she needs love and affection she can just whine. but if I do that--I'm an attention whore? if you made it to the end of this, I'm sorry. but I'm alone. all day. and I need to talk. or whine. we're basically like puppies.