My Sick Obsession

At a party, you see a bunch of people talking, drinking, socializing...and a girl in the corner playing with a dog. Im that girl. I always find myself to be more interested in playing with the puppies than talking to the people. I blame this on my obsession with my precious puppy. He goes by the name of Diego, and I can only describe him as a sweet, sweet, angel. Diego is more than a Dog. He has happy hour with my Dad, cuddles with me, and watches T.V. with my sisters. Not to mention, Diego has his own chair. I think my obsession with my dog is normal, but to all of my friends, I am "freakishly" obsessed. My response, I just cant help it.

Phone-less

Although it is hard to admit, I cannot fight the obvious. I, Grace Dunn, have a serious issue with phones. At first, it was casual phone here or there. I would  lose a phone, drop one in the toilet, or even the keys would stop working-but eventually, I really began thinking I was actually cursed. I really stared to feel this way on spring break of 2010. One night, my phone got stolen, then I finally ordered a brand new one, and within three days of having it, someone got mad and threw my phone out of the window on the highway. From this point on, I became a firm believer that I, Grace Dunn, was not meant to have a cell phone. Since then I have done my very best to take good care of my phones. In fact, this school year I have kept one for six months. Baby steps. Some day I will win my battle of me vs. cell phones, and hopefully, that day comes sooner than later.

Me & The New Roommate...and Courage

It was move in day at the University of Arizona, and like any other freshman, I was anxious to meet her. My mom, my sister, and I carried the luggage up to the second floor-my soon to be new home. Finally I got to my room, and met the new roommate. Within the first couple minutes of meeting her, it became obvious that the two of us were going to have a rocky, interesting, and short lived "friendship." I went into shake her hand, and she instantly pulled away...she informed me that doing so would pass her soul to me. It was clear to me that me and the new roommate might not have that much in common. A couple weeks passed and I began to notice that her boyfriend, Courage, was going to be a frequent visitor. Courage wasn't any normal guest. He was a bull rider who dressed in jeweled hats, and leather cowboy boots. He would stay for days on end, and not to mention, he snored louder than any human being. Unfortunately, one night, my roommate, Courage , and I got to know each other a little bit better. One night, I slept walked into bed with the two of them, and woke up at seven am with the two staring at me, creeped out, and extremely uncomfortable. After this, the three of us didn't talk very much from that point on. Thankfully, I finally was transferred to a new dorm, and had the college roommate I had wanted from the start. Although it was tough saying goodbye to by roommate and new cowboy friend, I had to say farewell.