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hello world

I don't think I have ever been as excited as I was to see my parents when they came to visit me this weekend, and when they left I did indeed choke up.. I have really missed the familiarity of my home, my friends, and my family but don't get me wrong, I have also enjoyed the freedom of college life. As I sit procrastinating to do my homework or do something productive with my studies, I can't help but reminisce on my high school years and the memories I will never forget. I am truely grateful for my friends and family. Yes, college is a time for learning about ourselves and making new friends but always remember: make new friends but keep the old some are silver and the others gold (learned that way back in kindergarten and it still applies to my life today). As we nubs explore around our college campus' or "grounds" enjoy the college atmosphere and cherish the new adventures and friends made, remember time slips by so fast so make it count. Live it up, but also keep close to your roots and always know that any nub will always be here for you no matter what time of the day. I cannot wait to be reunited with everyone and share stories, but until then remember to: rep the nub lifestyle, have dignity when going out, and always double fist.
Cheers to my best friends

yall occupy my mind

so, if this is friendship, damn i want more.
basically i just quoted spencer zettersten except he was talking about love
i actually really miss our summer nights and being total freaks together
im not sure i have felt as truly at home as when we were all together, and sorry to be a cliche betch but "dont cry because its over, smile because it happened" i have been coming to terms that our relationships are constantly changing and we wont ever be the same group we once were, but im hoping to grow in a possibly even better way and somehow be closer to all of you. and while it seems like all us uva nubs are just having our own time without our favorite two missing nubbies, we arent. things have been changing, and i know i was struggling to come to terms with it. so if any of you guys ever need a good talk or like emotional sesh im here for ya, because im often in that boat. plus i never feel like i have to hide anything from you guys, and i appreciate what all of you have helped me get through recently.
while there is little to update yall with in my life other than the fact that everyone needs to accept the fact that i am a little bit southern and have a weird voice and accent at times and possibly dealt meth in a previous life, i really have been changing my focus on being happy and accepting the woes of life.
here are my steps to doing so, and feel free to send messages of encouragement
1) do not let wanting to hook up with boys get in the way of having fun with friends
2) find something to talk to people about other than drinking
3) remember how to have fun without drinking
4) go outside. and get some exercise.
5) if feeling depressed, think of how many people would kill to be me (because obvi im awesome)
sorry for this long emotional message.....but we all know im crazy
love love love

A Story for the Masses

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a group of girls.  As it happened, they were all preparing to go to a splendid dress-up ball.  There was a cute wittle deer, a bandit-looking ninja, a hard-working miner, a jack-ham-style hunter, a badass motorcycle chick, and a semi-trashy superstar.  As it so happened, the superstar had the voice of angel. She could entrance a crowd of drunken lunatics and make it okay to shout things like “wanna have a slumber party in my basement?” at any time of the day.  But what gave her the power to do so? Her magic feather.  Before going to the ball, the superstar made sure to announce loudly that it was the rest of the crew’s job to ensure that she did not lose her magic feather.  For if she did—her voice would never again be the same.  The crew went to the ball and alas after a night of intense fun and possibly a few later-regretted moments, fate took its course, and the feather was lost amongst the crowd.  For the next two years, the superstar mourned for her feather.  Though she had a great two years, the party was never quite the same again without the splendid tones of her Ariel-quality voice.  However, as time went on, the superstar began to feel something within her.  Strive as she might, she could not figure out what she was feeling.  On an unsuspecting day, the ninja, sneaky as she was, discovered the lost feather! It lay nestled in a fibrous material in the lapses of her castle! Overjoyed, she could not wait to share the news with her fellow crew members!  Careful to hide the feather behind her back, the ninja trooped over to LA (oh the effort), and gathered all her friends in a room with every other person they knew.  As the ninja pulled the feather from behind her back and raised it in the air in a measure of triumph—the superstar’s voice returned! Eardrums burst and people were wowed as KE$HA sprang forth into a breakout new remix version of Take It Off. Thus the day, and the party, were saved. The end.   HEHE…Kaija we expect that new single out soon.

faded but glorious

I just started bleeding. Band aid number four. Two from the poison oak/ivy/?? that somehow made it onto my legs, and two for the calf-blisters I got from rocking my Hunters with no socks on. I have a rash on my stomach from my dryer sheets and I am no longer able to drink caffeine as per the doctor's orders. Basically I am falling apart.

My emotions have mirrored my physical being for the past three weeks, but I feel that things are starting to turn around. The Tech boys being here, my Joe Pug moment on the grass (pre-spilling my afternoon delight cranberry mixed drink), Kelly finding the Ke$ha feather that was MIA for two years- these things have reminded me that sometimes life just takes time to sort itself out. I'm going to have moments when I'm a disorganized wreck, but eventually I'll get into a routine and eventually I'll figure out how to achieve the balance I've been hoping for.

I'm so grateful for my friends' ability to remind me that I was once functional and I will be once again. I'm in a privileged position; we all are- we have four years to learn and prepare for the rest of our lives. We're becoming the people we will be. Now I sound like Oprah, but alas...

la vie est belle, mais elle est courte.

kisses bitches,

-kmf

missing you

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRUGvArWXLk
this is my emotion captured in song

dear friends,
where to start? I must say that I miss each and every one of you nubbies terribly.
 Life here at the wood is pretty good, my daily schedule consists of an omelet for breakfast (no lie I eat one every day- as well as pb and banana and two pieces of raisin bread), lacrosse, studying, and sleeping. So nothing to exciting, I try to be outgoing, it somewhat works.. I hang out with some baseball players but the lack of boys here is appalling.
Lacrosse... well thats a different story, very bipolar with the sport right now but I'm ruffing it out.
I am loving the fall weather though, I just want to lay around outside all day and the campus looks beautiful!
As for the partying, I haven't been living up to the nub name these past few weeks due to having to work NASCAR and being a loner and wanting to stay in to do my homework on a Sunday night instead of hanging out with some not so cute boys... I think my time management skills are about par.
Hope everyone is doing well, keep reppin the nub lifestyle
xoxo,
gossip nub

hehe

Hello my friends.  First of all- miss you like some shit. Second of all. Let me share some valuable information with you.  1) Smirnoff is death.  Any time. Any place. Any form. DO NOT CONSUME IN LARGE QUANTITIES.  You will find yourself falling down the hill that you are peeing on. Yes, it did happen. 2) Snapchat is the best discovery ever made.  Literally snapchatting in public is just embarrassing enough that I feel very satisfied in my betch-style life.  The thought of someone seeing me take five selfsies in a row makes me crack up.  3) The freshman fifteen will not be gained by going to OHill. It will be gained by the four Gus burgers that I eat every weekend at three in the morning. Got my picture taken with him yesterday...look for me on the wall. Ah ma girls. Love ya. I'd sign this, but honestly is anyone really wondering who wrote this post. xoxo.

Welcome

9/13
emilie and nikki:

after our wreck of a wednesday, we needed to vent. drinking does not solve problems. if you let a nub drink to solve problems, she will drink until she dies. what goes down must come up-lesson learned
quote of the week: "well nikki threw up outside so we marked our territory"
sighted: nubs at the grateful dead house, the green house, and bucky's apartment

while aristocrat may sound fancy and somewhat regal to young viewers, it is not.
it is oppressive and will kill you if and when it gets the opportunity.

also, girls can be nice. we have found our twins and they also love wednesday at elmo
cheers to the nubbies not at uva, come back to us soon

from the beginning

OK. a brief overview is necessary
this is for us nubbies so we can stick together throughout this trying time (college) which will probably contain some moments we wish to relive, hence why we would write them down, and some moments that capture our shame and keep us humble. also, so our bonds of nubbiehood will live on past this formative time and into the unknowable future.
at varying points this will be a diary, a photo album, and a lifeline among nubs
now for the newcomers:
if you don't know what a nub is, feel free to embrace it and its betch culture.... we never realized it at the time either.
#puritans