A Lackluster Weekend: Culminating in This Blog

I attend Furman University, and it truly is a great place. The campus is so beautiful that sometimes, in the midst of the bustle of my everyday, I stop and look around in wonder thinking to myself, "I cannot believe I live here." It offers me the chance for great friends, challenging and exciting classes, and countless ways to expand my horizons and turn me into a well rounded, exceptional jack of all trades. However, this weekend, Furman offered me a gift I was not necessarily ready to receive in the form of Parent's Weekend. This entity is one that I am positive no college student truly enjoys or longs for; the weekend is a time for us to kick back, cast off the stress of the week, and chill for awhile. Its a great thing to be able to cut loose and be young, before we have to step back into the pressures and struggles of our everyday lives. We have to be mature all week, we just want to be kids on the weekend. This joy is taken away from us, for instead of being able to "cut loose", we are forced to show our parents around our campus, telling them pointless details about our lives ONLY they would ever want to know. We have to awkwardly introduce them to our new friends, and they say things like, "OH honey you're so pretty!" , or "Is that young man your boyfriend?" We have to entertain them for three whole day! Why does Furman force this torture on us? At any rate, parent's weekend arrived, and as the child of a divorce, only my mother was in attendance. This was totally fine with me, a friend of mine had both her separated parent's in attendance, and the horror stories she has are utterly unfathomable. I was not very excited to see her, however she brought with her a gift in the form of my brother. I love my siblings; my relationship with them is one of the best parts of my life, and I would never trade them. My sister is absolutely tremendous. I wish I were more like her. My brother is hilarious and a total playa. He's cuter than I ever will be, and better with the ladies. ANYWAYS, my weekend was this. Instead of doing the thing that I want, I was forced instead to smile and show them the ins and outs of my campus and my new city. It wasn't too bad though, she did buy me a solid 3 meals and a sweatshirt. :)

The point is, after I watched the most terrible movie of my life (its called Gabriel, don't buy it, you will regret it) I came back to my room contemplating sleep. However, I realized that my weekend had been tragically UN-epic, so I decided to remedy the situation. Thus, this blog was birthed. "A collection of stories and memories from my out-of-this-world life, it shall be!", I decided. We'll Always Have Paris is about memories, and about understanding that life is hilarious. It is awkward, it is painful, it is not easy. However, if you are like me, taking on these challenges without fear and embodying the phrase, "when life gives you lemons, MAKE LEMONADE", you will find that your life has been worth living. That is what this blog is about, life, and specifically my part in it. Who wouldn't want to read that?