I try to believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

   While at the poster sale in front of the Union the other day, I had one mission on my mind...find the perfect poster to cover up the ugly brown wall by my bed. Since Becky, my roomie, has a huge caramel macchiato Starbucks poster staring at me from over her bed- I wanted one of my own that expressed more of who I am. Do you know how difficult it is to choose one piece of paper that can serve as decoration, statement, self identifier? VERY. Needless to say I was there for quite a while channeling my inner catepilliar with the constant question- Lindsey, "Whoooo are youuuuuu?". In the end I chose a Alice in Wonderland poster, naturally. It's very simple with mostly clouds (one of the clouds makes out the image of the white rabbit) and then Alice (not cartoon or recent Tim Burton Alice, but the back of a new one with darker hair) and the quote, "I can't explain myself because I am not myself, you see?"-Alice, reside at the bottom of the poster.
    Now obviously alot of thought went into my decision...so why a cartoon or image from a children's book?- you may wonder. Think about it. Alice is the only female classic disney character that exemplifies independence. There was no Prince to come in and make all her dreams come true....she made the entire wonderland herself, in her own dreams. She made it through the entire maze of wonders and terrors without some gleaming white teeth, hair flipping prince coming in, and she did all of this for herself- not to win the guy or for anyone else's approval. In fact, she did it to spite those who questioned her way about things. And that quote...it has always been a favorite of mine, but right now I feel that it rings truer then ever. "I can't explain myself because I am not myself, you see?" In a place in my life where I am discovering who I am, what I want to do, what my limits are, I'm discovering everything....I don't think I could answer the catepilliars simple question of "Whooooo are youuuu?" myself. I could give the facts. I am Lindsey. I am a girl. I am a student at Ole Miss. I am 20 years old. and on and on, but that is not who I really am. I do not think that I will be able to tell anyone who I really am until I am a little old wrinkled woman sitting in my rocking chair sipping on my sweet tea....then I can recall my life and tell you what kind of woman I really am...until then, I'm to busy being her to really learn anything. We learn from our mistakes, and I have had them- but until we have lived a full life I don't think anyone can really answer the question, "Whoooo are you?" fully and accurately.

"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see? "

"I'm just going to tranquilize a cute boy, put him in a Hawaiian shirt, and drag him to date party."- Hannah Weiland

Smiles for the day go to my sisters.

I never thought I would like being in a sorority. Movies make it out to be catty bitches all the time, but its really not like that. These girls are geniune, and they care about each other so much. Right now I'm sitting on the back patio with Liz soaking up some sunshine and I havent felt this calm or at ease in awhile. I love waking up in the mornings and knowing I don't have to face the day alone. I go eat breakfast with a table full of great girls, I go to class and in most of my classes I sit with them, lunch, dinner, naptimes, game nights, sleepovers- it makes the days easier to face because you know where ever you are on campus you will most likely run into one of your sisters who will smile and ask how you are....and really care how you respond. I know super cheesey blog- but these are the girls that are changing me into the lady I am growing into and make me smile for different reasons everyday.

"You don't go to college to find your husband, you go to find your bridesmaids"

The Beginning

Hi. 
   So I am a girl who loves her diary, but in this new age carrying around a little book to scribble in seems almost quaint-but not in a complemantary way. This brings me here, I have decided to try and brave my apprehension about sharing my thoughts on such a public stage and just jump in. 


   My goal for this blog is to jot down the happy moments, the things that make me smile, the parts of life worth re-reading and re-living in the years to come. I want to make this blog a special place and try and keep all of my negativity at bay here....yeah... good luck with that, right? But hey it's just a goal, not a rule. 


   Well, I only have a few more hours with my mom and Brody before I head back to school. Hopefully, I'll have some happiness to explode on this page with soon. 


till then,
Z