Kyley Snow

9:00 A.M.: Realize I’d gone to work without my phone. I had to ride in the scary sometimes-working elevator countless times without the security of 911 on speed dial. 

4:43 P.M.: Kelsey arrives at my work and I begin giving her the grand (or not so grand) tour.

5:06 P.M.: Cue an office of 90% black people discussing the legend of “Mike” and deciding whether or not they should all wear a single shiny glove to work tomorrow in his honor.

5:20 P.M.: Kelsey and I drive pretty deep into Dallas to the Bliss Cafe and spend large amounts of money on 100% raw, vegan, and organic food. Also, there is a very good chance that we will be on the Channel 11 news.

6:30 P.M.:  I drive Kelsey back to my office building to pick up her car, but not before having what was honestly one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. It involved being 40 feet underground in pitch darkness with 6-foot ceilings.

Oh, and now we’re watching Fight Club for the very first time. What!? 

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Are you telling me that these so-called colored contacts come with charce-free makeup? The only thing I know of that “charce” might be referring to is La Charce, which, according to Wikipedia, is a village and commune in the Drôme département of south-eastern France. 

This makeup is entirely bereft of French community. I, for one, am sold.    

And by the way, you’re fired. 

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I’m a sucker for chick flicks. Pride and Prejudice, You’ve Got Mail, Runaway Bride– but how can I resist? Quirky love stories with a happy ending leave a warmth in my heart. And yes, I’ve heard these movies described as predictable and unoriginal but the “originality” of an action flick does not make up for its lack of feel-good power. 

As time has crept forward, romantic comedies have continued to be filmed, but have been found severely wanting in the charm and magic that is identified in the earlier films. (Pride and Prejudice is an obvious exception to that generalization.) But truly, a great majority of today’s flicks consist of a parade of one-night stands and the final, anticlimactic selection of the protagonist’s favorite lover. Ta-da! Could this be a manifestation of the horrible downward spiral of today’s definition of love? I think so.

Quite honestly, I’ve never seen a movie that created a better hope for true love than the real-life relationship between my own parents. The rough spots just as much as the high points have made it a perfect example of how marriage should be.  Will I ever find love that surpasses the lust of modern-day relationships? Good Lord, I hope so. 

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I miss the good old days.

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I most certainly did not. It’s downright unimaginative.

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Good heavens. Could it be that irony has, yet again, made a grand appearance in my life? Speaking on behalf of irony, I shall answer: Yes. I’m ashamed to confess that I have several irrational fears. Elevators, Charlie Chaplain, mayflies, but most embarrassingly, balloons. That’s right. I am terrified of balloons. The unpredictable but inevitable popping that occurs with approximately 90% of the balloon population has created a terror in me that will not vanquished any time in the near future.

Now for the ironic part. Darling Josiah introduced me (and other unsuspecting victims) to the game Bloons on his own blog. Now I’m hooked. What is object of this “Bloons” game, you ask? The object is simply this: pop all of the virtual balloons with darts. It sounds simple and boring (and in my case, really really scary) but no! It’s a magical game that reels its players in until they can only think, breathe, and eat Bloons. (It tastes like a mixture between strawberry yogurt and tires.) 

Perhaps this game will help me to overcome my preposterous fear of balloons. Or, perhaps it will merely drive the phobia further into my frail self until I can no longer be in the same hemisphere as the inflatable balls of doom without hyperventilating. Only time will tell. 

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It may just be me, or perhaps the entire LCA student population suffers just as I do, but every nine months or so, Summer sneaks up with its vacant schedule and I am left witless. My ability to occupy myself without an overwhelming homework load is somewhat impaired. Surely I have interests and hobbies that take up time, right? Quite honestly, my interests lie in my friends. I love spending time with people—but when you’re spending time with people there’s only so much you can do, right? Lets go see a movie! Lets go get some food somewhere! Unfortunately, American culture only allots three meals a day. So what am I to do between breakfast and lunch, between lunch and dinner? 

Maybe I’ll take up basket weaving…

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Am I excited about graduating?

I just can’t decide!
…but thanks so much for asking.

So much to gain, yes, but so much to lose.
Friendships that are just now beginning.
A group of tight-knit brothers and sisters.
People that I care about all going their separate ways.

Am I getting left behind? Absolutely.

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…that Kyley Snow White hates money with a fiery passion.

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::edit::
In honor of my hatred for money…

and no, I’m not a socialist. I just…don’t like money!

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