Miss Undateable and the Struggle of Finding a Man: The Beginning

     On Thursdays we eat lunch. Which is a play on Mean Girls, however, we don't wear pink. Seriously though, on Thursdays the new grad students eat lunch between our classes. 
   
    Our conversation usually revolves around the three hour class we just endured. We vent, we try to understand and then the conversation takes a turn to random: everything from health care reform, to cats, to our families. 
      
     Then one shinning day at lunch it turned to love life. There are usually five of us at lunch, all but one is single. The single ladies all had a common experience before moving to Auburn. Our families all wished us happiness in finding a future husband. The fact that we were moving away to further educate  ourselves being an overlooked point. 
      
      That's when one of my new friends suggested doing a blog series on dating drama. Genius. Pure genius. I'm going to start doing some posts that follow along with what it's like trying to date in the South. What it's like to be an independent woman in a place where girls still go to school specifically to find a husband. How hard it is to meet guy (or well anyone) in a new place because grad school takes over your life, especially in a department that is over run by the female sex. 
      
     Being a girl who can't talk football, doesn't necessarily want children and wants to move above the Mason Dixon isn't really a gem in the South. On the other hand I do make a mean sandwich and I have references to prove it. 
        
      This post starts my journey into the dating world of Auburn, and I've got some fun adventures planned to write about. Along with some pretty fantastic pictures to accompany them. Hopefully, my lunch crew will allow me to tell some of the stories that they encounter as well. 
    
     Keep your eyes peeled for these blog posts, they'll be scattered in with the regular posts. 

                    Stay Sassy,
                          -A 

E-Card Lovin'

     So guys, I've had a fairly decent Monday. I don't want to quit school, I got a lot of homework done and I got a list of things to do as a TA. Productive. 
     This morning on the transit an unwritten rule of life kind of hit me in the face...

When first boarding the transit one must ALWAYS 

sit in an available empty seat

 before sitting next to someone. 

     Who knows why this is a real thing or how it came into play, but a word to the wise. Sit alone. 

     In other news I'm slightly obsessed with ecards. I don't know why, but I think they're hilarious. Since this blog is a little lacking on content, except for a VERY important rule all should live by, I'm going to include some that have been speaking to me lately.  

Obviously, I pinned this before I had actually experienced grad school. To each his/her own. 

...and first card has led to my overwhelming study material. 

This happens to be the highlight of my day, every day. 

No., just no. No to everything you said or are about to say. No. 

I don't know why I think this, but it pretty much applies to everyone I hate. Sorry I'm not sorry. 

And just because it makes me giggle every time I see it. A little pic-slip for a friend. 

Stay Sassy - A. 

Dolly Patron

     So, I've been in school now for roughly 4-weeks and honestly I thought I'd have more to say.  Auburn has been great so far, but here are just a few things I've learned. 

1. Even after 4 years in Mobile, Auburn is H-O-T.  
2. Grad school really means independently research something you may or may not care about.
3. It truly is easier to join an organization in order to meet people.
4. The unofficial uniform - Norts (Nike shorts), oversized t-shirt, tennis shoes/ chacos, "I just woke up pony tail," andd... full make-up. 
5. Living under someone with a kid and a dog is not a desirable situation. 

     There have been good and bad experiences so far. Starting from wanting to quit after my first week to an unfortunate encounter with the teacher I TA for. I'm still not 100% sure I don't want to quit, but I'm sticking it out. 

     I really like my roommate and her dog. Which makes this living situation much better. Plus, last week her leftover Indian food kept me fed. 

     I basically repeat class, homework, layout, homework, sleep, repeat. It's an everyday cycle. 

    Random Fun Fact: A friend today had a typo that I personally enjoyed. In an attempt to call me Dolly Parton the "t" and "r" were switched. I then became Dolly Patron, managing to combine my love of Dolly and tequila. I may have a new alter ego and/or screen name. 

                                                    Remember,

                                        stay sassy and war eagle,   A.