"I Love the Drive"

I drive home every couple of weeks
To see Ryan and my family
But the weekends just aren't long enough
And I never get to see everyone
I miss South when I'm home
I miss home when I'm here
I hate the commute
But I love the drive
It gives me a chance to clear my mind
It gives me a chance to breathe
To think about how lucky I am
To have so many people that care about me

Yellow lines broken up coming at me fast
Pine trees blowing in the wind
Speeding cars, headlights
Traffic cops, night sky
Peace and quiet
Loud music
Whatever I want
Cause it's just me

On the ride back to Mobile
I always feel torn
I'm glad to get back
But sad to leave home
Feel like a long-distance relationship
Is much easier said than done
But I'll get through it
I'm happy where I am
Even though I can't be with him
And it gives me something to look forward to
We'll be together soon
And a lifetime is worth much more than a couple of years

Yellow lines broken up coming at me fast
Pine trees blowing in the wind
Speed limits, road work
Slow people, winding country road
Peace and quiet
Loud music
Whatever I want
Cause it's just me

No matter what happens
I'll always know
I made the right decision
I finally made the move

I hate the commute

But I love the drive

It gives me a chance to clear my mind

It gives me a chance to breathe

To think about how lucky I am

To have so many people that care about me

Yellow lines broken up coming at me fast

Pine trees blowing in the wind

Speeding cars, headlights

Traffic cops, night sky

Peace and quiet

Loud music

Whatever I want

Cause it's just me

Speed limits, road work

Slow people, winding country road

Peace and quiet

Loud music

Whatever I want

Cause it's just me

I love the drive

It gives me a chance to clear my mind

"Sisters- Old and New"

Sisters are who guide you through your life
And get you through your day
Who are there for you when you're down
And come to you when they are
Sisters have strong friendships
Whether close or far away
Whether blood relative or best friends
Sisters will hold your hand in a scary movie
Cover you with a blanket when you're cold
Lend you anything you need
Answer the phone late at night
Sisters help you when you're struggling
Build you up and never tear you down
Sisters believe in each other
And always have each other's back
Sisters don't hold grudges
Or judge or jeopardize each other
Sisters love each other unconditionally
Sisters are forever.

I miss my sister, Lindsay, every day, but I am comforted by my best friends/sisters of Alpha Gamma Delta. I feel more at home as the semester goes by, and I'm thankful to have such a great group of girls that care about me and that I can count on. This poem is for all of my sisters, Lindsay and the lovely ladies of ΑΓΔ. I love you guys!

Spilled Milk

Everyone always says not to fuss over spilled milk. But milk can ruin things! There is milk on my favorite blanket and idk if it's gonna come out! This whole weekend has been like spilled milk for me. It was going great and everything was awesome until it went sour and Ryan had to leave. So you know what, you go ahead and fuss over spilled milk...cause it sucks!

 In other news...I am now an initiated sister of Alpha Gamma Delta, and it feels wonderful! The more attached to South I get the more I miss Ryan, and home. Sometimes I really wish I could just convince him and my parents to move here or just pick up the city of Tuscaloosa and move it closer to here. Unfortunately I can't do either of those things.

 ELECTION DAY is coming up! Tuesday, November 6th. Don't forget to vote, people! No matter what your political affiliation is, it is important that you contribute and let your voice be heard! (Plus, you get to wear a sticker all day)

 I saw a movie preview today that made me sick. Not literally of course, but it was still pretty sad. Folks, get ready, cause it looks like they're making a sequel to that terrible atrocity The Collector. This one's called The Collection. I will most likely be renting a la Redbox after it comes out on DVD to make fun of how ridiculously awful it is, but you best believe I'm not spending my money on that plotless terrible excuse for a horror film.

 Friends are what get us through the day, make us laugh, and are there for us when we're down. I am grateful for my friends, old and new. And I miss my sister. 51 days until Christmas.

 Goodnight, Moon.