A Very Lucky Girl

I was dragging myself to Sociology in a sleepy stupor this morning (where my professeur (literally accidentally typed 'professor' the french way--also are parentheses allowed inside other parentheses? YOLO) forced us to watch a movie where Amish people got it on, super awkward--unsure what the deeper meaning of life was supposed to be in that scenario) when I had this epiphany. I used to care so much about what other people thought about me (especially guys). I think it comes with moving around a lot; I found myself trying to fit in by being someone that wouldn't rock the boat, someone that others wanted to be around. That in and of itself is not a bad thing, but when I sacrificed my true self at the altar of societal expectations I decided it was time for a change.  Time to be honest about who Taylor Olivia Arceneaux is, and guess what? If you don't like it, you don't have to date it. Or hang out with it.  1. I eat sandwiches like a freak. I take the top brea

There are two kinds of people in this world: good writers and bad writers. And I'm not saying that I was the good writer in this scenario, but I was certainly the better one. My roommate asked me to edit her English paper this evening. I could not stop cringing at some of the major mistakes and I have a whole new found respect for English teachers.  I thought bad writing automatically ended with high school graduation...it doesn't. My hot pink pen seemed to have a mind of its own as I crossed out awkward phrasing and tried to ignore the fact that she had forgotten third person even existed (I thought it was common sense to avoid informality, but there was a generous sprinkling of "I"'s and "you"'s throughout the paper).  But I found the ultra mistake on page five. She actually used the words "freak out" in a formal paper. I'm certain that I actually paused my pink ink rampage in disbelief.  The entire experience left me with a reg

Okay so you've heard that song right? If not, let me introduce you.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgEixhE3Oms&ob=av2e It's a little bit totes inappropes...but never fear, I've changed the lyrics: lately I've been peeing in the dark because McCurtain has an energy conservationist on the loose. Let me provide some background on Creepy Shower Girl. This is what my roommate dubbed her from Day One, although I think her real name is Sara. She earned her moniker because of her unfortunate lack of social skills and being unable to read body language.  McCurtain is located in Cate Center (affectionately known as Cate the Crackhouse, people often ask, "oh you live in Cate? What is poverty like?") and so naturally, we have community style bathrooms. Originally I wasn't too worried about those. Those were the conditions at TCU and although it was inconvenient, I didn't despise the ordeal that came with the call to hygiene. However, at TCU, you paid

"Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world"-L.M. Montgomery (Anne of Green Gables) My mom read this to me when I was little and it quickly became one of my all time favorite books. I longed for that real, true friendship that I saw between Anne and Diana and I have been lucky to find it, many times over.  Moriah I met her the summer before my sophomore year of high school when my family moved to Beaumont, Texas but I could swear that I have known her my entire life. I truly consider her my sister, and we are less than 2 weeks apart in age. She's older...but she sure doesn't act like it ;) (total lie, everyone knows that I can barely spell maturity, let alone act it out). Bottom line: she loves Anne of Green Gables nearly as much as me. She claims the part of Anne but I let her. I'm more than happy to forego being a ginger! Megan I only met her a year ago. Seriously, o

I'm so punny. I'm taking a break from geology. I literally can't look at another rock. Unless it looks something more like this... Now THAT is something I could study all night long. Unfortunately...my rocks are currently looking like this... #gag. In case you were curious, that is (in order of appearance) chert, gneiss, and halite. Halite is also known as rock salt. It tastes salty. Yeah, I had to lick it in lab. Easily the most disgusting thing to ever touch my tongue.  Needless to say, I despise lab. I dread it every single week. Not only is it the last class in the block of time that I sit at a desk from 8:30 until 1:15, it is also something that the devil invented to test my patience. I don't have much.  My TA is really really pretty. Like ohh sooo pretty. I made eye contact with him at the gym the other day... 2 seconds later and I was planning our wedding. It's going to be in the fall. You are all invited.  But that is where the attraction

Growing up, my parents took me to church all the time. Sunday mornings, Sunday nights, Wednesday nights, the doors were open? The Arceneaux's were there. The churches I remember attending are Brentwood Baptist, Bayleaf Baptist, Westgate Memorial Baptist, etc...notice a trend here? During my 4th through 9th grade years I attended an Episcopalian school, so the liturgies are not unfamiliar. However, when Savannah invited me to Ash Wednesday Mass to kick off the start of Lent, I knew I'd be out of my comfort zone. First, let me preface by saying I don't intend to offend anyone. These are merely my observations, some perhaps incorrectly based on social cliches. From the very start Savannah and I joked about the connotations of a baptist in a catholic church. I had partaken in a chicken sandwich only an hour earlier and I confessed my sin to Savannah while she rolled her eyes and said, "yeah you better watch out..they might breathalyze you for meat. good luck getting th

"Destroying things is much easier than making them"-Katniss Everdeen I balked and balked at reading The Hunger Games. I held out as long as possible to forego reading the Twilight series and finally fell victim to temptation, with disappointing results. Sure, I read them and even reread them but I didn't even watch the entire of Eclipse when I saw it in theaters and have yet to see a glimpse of Breaking Dawn. On another note, I haven't touched the Harry Potter series. They never ever interested me and I saw the same thing happening with The Hunger Games, so I prided myself on not relenting to peer pressure. Until Savannah (my RA turned great friend) essentially FORCE fed the book to me. She is majoring in elementary education and reading aloud is excellent practice for her future profession so she begged me to allow her to read the book to me. She was only halfway through, so she started, with a little backstory to help me along, at the point where Peeta professes

Okay so that last one isn't exactly true. Since I'm still 1.5 agonizing years away from that glorious 21 my pub life is pretty quiet. But that doesn't mean it's hard to obtain alcohol. I mean, I am currently attending college. I can't remember the last time I took Lent seriously so this year when I was doing my daily let's-think-about-life-whilst-wasting-all-the-hot-water in the shower I surprised myself by making these decisions.  Popcorn. I spoke about this in my last post...I really really love popcorn. Those buttery kernels of deliciousness just speak to me. I've actually been known to lick the inside of the bag to get every last bit. #SorryImDisgusting. And since I've been trying to lose weight for the past few weeks I figured it couldn't hurt to give up something that I would miss and something that could make me miss a few pounds. Total win-win.  Alcohol. My sacrificial thoughts continued to my weekend activies. Hmm, how much would I mis

"What a world we live in. I want to be incredibly close to the heart of it all. To live honestly, truthfully and to be completely present is the ultimate enterprise. And right now, I couldn't possibly ask for anything more. I am a very lucky girl." Those are the words of Dianna Agron. I can't say that I am a huge fan of hers, but I think these words are very powerful. And I thought I should explain the title of my blog, before all else. Because I am , you know. A very lucky girl. I don't want to make this a place of complaining or ranting or pity. I want this to be a place of growth and this title will remind me everyday of how blessed I am.   Beyond that, I am such a lover of words. My Pinterest board of quotes is titled: "for the love of all words" because I do love them all (except of course for those disgusting words like moist, panties, and supple. seriously, those are gross. English would not suffer with their destruction). I finally FINALLY d