Be Yourself.

"Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

This is my advice for the day, just be yourself. Several of you might know that one person

who follows everything you do, refusing to be their own person. 

I hate those people. 

I guess it's because I'm the type of person who is so dead set on being myself, being independent from other people that I refuse to change myself to fit with someone else. 

If you don't like me the way I am, whatever. Your freaking loss. 

But in every group of people there's always someone who just has to do what everyone else is doing. Who can't go anywhere alone. Who does everything you do. And that is SO annoying, especially if you're the person they follow all the time. 

You just want to take that person and shake them, yelling at them "JUST BE YOUR OWN PERSON!" but you're too polite to do that. Too passive-aggressive. 

There's nothing you can really do about this situation either. How do you make them stop being what everyone else wants them to be? I have no idea. 

I found this article on how to be yourself. 

http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Your-Own-Person

Maybe you should introduce your follower to this article. 

Here's just an excerpt.

Everyone is different, the only problem is, people are so image-concerned that they pretend to be something they're not. It shouldn't be that way. People should be individuals, with their own thoughts and emotions, and they shouldn't fake it just to be accepted by their peers. You know better, I assume, or else you wouldn't be reading this. Outcasts, freaks, and nerds are the ones that will reach the farthest in the future, so forget childish desires of acceptance and just let go. If you've always felt different, like you never fit in, it's time to own it.

It sounds good right? I think so. People just need to grow up (grow a pair) and get their own lives. Just being honest.

Adults can't dream and snore at the same time

I'm thinking of having a random fact as my title every time I blog.

It's just interesting. I didn't know that people can't snore and dream at once.

Sometimes, dreams freak me out. Seriously, I dream about weird things.

Or at least, I think I do. Does anyone actually remember their dreams?

Ha, there is one that sticks in my mind.

I believe I was about eight when I had it. I got out of bed and these little

red devil men were all over my room. But I didn't freaked out.

Instead, I punched each one in the face and they died.

Then I woke up. What does that mean?

Yeah, I don't know either.



Well, it's that time of year. You guessed it..

Finals. The original F word.

Seriously, it's like a curse word..

And when you say it, people know exactly what you're feeling.

"Hey Morgan, how's it going?"

My response? "Finals" and you give the look like.. ugh, shoot me.

And they nod and say, "Yeah I know the what you mean."

I think it's sort of funny, but wrong.



Also, it happens to be that time of year..

CHRISTMAS!

As we all know, this is my favorite of all holidays.

Our dorm room is decked out in lights and we even put

spray on snow on our windows (like we need it, at least two feet of it out there).

I can't wait to go home and see our tree and all the presents.

But that's not what it so important about Christmas.

I went to the candlelight service the other night and Pastor Ramona

brought up an interesting thought.

We all seem to forget about the original reason of Christmas.

I mean, hello? The birth of Jesus? Sort of important right?

Yeah, I think so too.



Sorry, total topic change. Must tell a story.

My roommate and I traveled to Subway the other day and it was freezing (literally) outside.

We walk in, my glasses fog over immediately. I excuse myself to the bathroom, since I must

"use the facilities."

I take off my glasses because I can not see. And I happen to be very blind without them.

I remove my gloves and I believe I see a shelf in the bathroom that I can put my gloves on.

And then my gloves disappeared! It was a magic shelf. It ate them up.
Turns out it was a garbage can and I threw my gloves in the trash. Whoops.



I have to keep this short, since I'm going to bed shortly.

There is a final presentation waiting for me at 8 AM tomorrow morning.

It ought to be interesting.

A presentation Wednesday at 8:30 AM

A presentation Thursday at 12:00

And a test Thursday, the time is undecided.

Then it's break time.



Adios dear bloggers. I will write to you when the time is right.

Which means when I get an internet connection :)



I'll be adding some bits and pieces of papers/stories I've written in the past just because I can. I have to share them with someone!

Also, I love this little poem thing I found about finals three years ago when I was a wee freshman.

Twas the night before finals,
And all through the college,
The students were praying
For last minute knowledge.
Most were quite sleepy
But none touched their beds,
While visions of essays
Danced in their heads.
Out in the taverns
,A few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor
Would loosen their thinking.
In my own dorm room,
I had been pacing,
And dreading exams
I soon would be facing.
My roommate was speechless,
His nose in his books,
And my comments to him
Drew unfriendly looks.
I drained all the coffee,
And brewed a new pot,
No longer caring
That my nerves were all shot.
I stared at my notes
But my thoughts were all muddy
My eyes went ablur,
I just couldn't study.
"Some pizza might help,"
I thought with a shiver,
But each place that I called
Refused to deliver.
I'd nearly concluded
That life was too cruel,
With futures depending
On grades had in school.
When all of a sudden,
Our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put It Of
fAmbled inside.
His spirit was careless,
His manner was mellow,
He looked straight at me,
And started to bellow:
"What kind of studentWould make such a fuss
To toss back at teachers
What they tossed at us?"
"On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes!
On Last Year's Exams!
On Wingit and Slingit,
And Last Minute Crams!"
His message delivered,
He vanished from sight,
But we heard him laughing
Outside in the night.
"Your teachers have pegged you,
So just do your best.
Happy Finals to All,
And to all a good test."