This weekend has been hectic. No joke, I've talked to over 100 women. Women who want to be in a sorority, that is. That's way too much lip gloss, manicured nails, tiffany bracelets and fake laughs for me. But you have to weed through the fake, ridiculous girls to get to the real gems. And those gems are the ones I want in my house. I really cannot, for the life of me, stand fakeness.
I have one more day of rush today, the last day, and I'm kind of excited for it. My voice, however, is not excited...for it is almost completely gone. But I got this sexy, raspy-feel to my voice going on right now. Oh baby, oh baby.
Sometimes I really stop and take a moment to think about it all, and it makes me laugh. I'm in a sorority. hahahahaha. Oh god.
