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I am leaving blogger for something better. Bye. Thanks for hanging in there. My new home is Tumblr, it just looks cooler.

I only buy cotton t-shirts made in America. Thanks Dov.

I just applied to American Apparel. I have no idea if they are actually hiring, but it would be nice to finally have a job again. I need more funds to fuel my sick deep-v collection!

moar funny pictures

I can't breath, please pass the syrup.

Day 9 of rain. Day 5 of being deathly ill. All I've done this week is sleep. My sinuses are a real wreck and I'm like a mucus machine (sorry, gross!).

$200 later, I finally got my car inspected, my registration renewed, and my tickets paid off.

 Bleck, if there's one thing I hate even more than being sick, it's taxes!

Also, I miss the sunshine.

I just ate a pancake meal from Whataburger. Some of the best pancakes ever. Anyways, I'm having mixed feelings and a twinge of guilt now after eating that syrup laden, goliath of a breakfast.

I love polar bears, but no, I will not change my major for them.

I can not understand why I am a senior in college and am required to take a science class. I am 21 years old and an Advertising major. What is the point? By this point, I think it's pretty obvious that there's no chance of me becoming the next Marie Curie. Please just let me take beverage tasting.

"airing dirty laundry" or "a sock full of quarters" or "ankle deep"

It's raining here. Rain is one of those topics that people seem to have a real passion for. But, for how much people talk about it, they never really say anything new. So, anyways, here I am, saying the same old, same old about rain. It makes me depressed, yet happy. It ruins my hair. It makes the grass grow, which means I'm going to have to pay the neighbor boy to mow the lawn sooner than I had hoped. The sky is a really lovely shade of grey today. I'm not wearing glasses right now either, so, out of my peripheral, the tree tops look like delightful, lush, inky blobs. Ha, this post is so trite, and I'm using commas like a boss bitch, or a second grader. 

Sorry that this post is ambling so, and that I sound so pompous. I'm just feeling extra introverted right now. I haven't done anything today except watch the Rachel Zoe show, as if that's supposed to explain something. 

Ok 3 things (bullets always help me reign in a direction for this dumb stuff) :

- today I woke up just extremely grateful for everything

- I thought about eternity this morning and had a panic attack 

- I really would like some dusty rose pillow cases to break up the taupe-ness of my room

This is exactly why I never write long posts. I would also like to apologize for using the following words: trite, pompous, boss bitch. 

17 days days until Tulsa. THE AVETT BROTHERS!

caps, gowns, and countdowns

3rd week of classes and I still haven't skipped. Finishing college off right.

I picked up my application for graduation today. 3 months, 10 days until I'm done.

Frightening.

Where are all the real men?

Ok, I am going to continue to give more in-depth descriptions of my recently posted "love" list.

I already touched on my Fleet Foxes crush ... so now I think I'll cover "men with beards," or perhaps I'll just cover men in general. Ooooo, what a rare treat.

I went on a hike with one of my friends this morning and we discussed what we like, or better yet, what we'd like to find, in the men-folk arena.

I'm not looking for prince charming, I've never been a huge fan of chivalry. I would just like to meet one normal guy that will go on a hike with me on a sunny afternoon. If he likes Jesus and has a beard, well, that would just be gravy.

I don't care if he dresses well or buys me stuff. I really just want to go on a hike.

All play and no work makes Rikki a lazy girl

My past 2 weeks of unemployment have been enjoyable, but now it's time for me to get back into the game.

Walk with me down Ruby beach and through the valley floor

To me, perhaps, the best feeling in the world is when you're lying alone, in complete silence, in a soft pool of morning light, and you put on an album for the first time, and it sweeps you away. It's so beautiful that you cry.

Fleet Foxes.

I love this week:

Fleet Foxes

Freaks and Geeks

Men with beards

Local bands

Hawaiian rolls

Perfect attendance

Finding a potential direction for this hapless blog

elaboration on all the "loves" above to come shortly.

I'm still alive.