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Have you ever had one of those days? You know, the ones that you wonder what could possibly happen next, hoping all the while that things wouldn’t, couldn’t get any worse?

Today started off innocent enough. I drove from Wartburg to Knoxville this morning, battling traffic, or slow beat-up trucks doing 50 in a 55 rather, for a math final. Typical for Morgan County. Might I add there’s usually never a good time to pass?

Right, so I got to Pellissippi OK and (hopefully) aced the final and finished it around 11:30. That gave me just enough time to head over to Gay Street for WDVX’s Blue Plate Special. Today featured Miss Tess and my favorite, Christabel and the Johns.

Great music and great crowds gathered in the Knoxville Visitor’s Center make for a great warm, June afternoon with not a cloud in the sky (except for those nice white fluffy ones). Basically, it was just the perfect summer day and to make it even better, I had no set schedule to go by.

After Blue Plate was over and the DJ said his closing lines, I headed out for lunch at Tomato Head (all the talk of food made my stomach growl, plus I hadn’t had any real food to eat).

Upon arrival, I walked in the restaurant, ordered my Kepner melt with fruit and water to drink, then sat down at a table with a MetroPulse. After reading a good few articles and realizing people coming in after me got their food and all I had was a lemon-less water, I decided to see what was up (nicely, I might add). It seemed to be they forgot to make my lunch, but the nice lady offered me free dessert of my choice to make up for it. I’m not a stranger to sweets, so I accepted.

My food came (along with a free vegan coconut cupcake), and I went to Coffee and Chocolate for a drink to go with my newfound sunshine.

Afterwards, I walked back toward my car, tea and cupcake in hand (I would eat it at the Beacon while laying the paper out tonight). Only one problem…

Is that my car? I thought I parked…. there….. no…. couldn’t be… surely….

Holy….

Mother….

MY CAR IS GONE!

I am an emotional being that is very attached to my belongings (1. Car; 2. iPod inside car). Immediately I freaked out, but tried to keep myself calm while asking the ladies standing there if they’d seen a silver Focus, only failing by sobbing almost uncontrollably while big hot tears rolled out from under my sunglasses. One blessed woman asked if I’d parked in the first slot on the bridge we were looking at. I had. Apparently cops like to park there, too.

In my depression and unbelief, I also threw away my uneaten, untouched free cupcake.

Thankfully I knew my brother would be working at First Baptist Church in Knoxville that afternoon, so while on the phone with Mom (who helped tremendously) I made my way there…
…only to discover he’d already left. And doesn’t answer his phone.

So now let me paint this picture for you. Imagine yourself a young lady alone in Downtown Knoxville. Not too bad, nothing you can’t handle, right? OK, now imagine yourself a young lady alone in Downtown Knoxville with no transportation, no friends, no family, or no one to call on to take you to the KPD Impound lot to rescue your baby. At least, no one within an hour drive that will pick up the phone.

At this point I’m wishing I hadn’t thrown my cupcake away; at least it would’ve helped to make me feel better a little bit. I start telling myself that maybe some homeless guy found it… there’s a reason for everything.

At this point, I just want to be alone, so I find the most remote part of the church and lock myself in a bathroom. I slide down on the bathroom floor and just cry.

Just…. cry.

Then, I snap myself out of it, muster up some maturity, and head back out into the world. And you know what? Brandon does answer his phone sometimes and is kind enough to rescue his little sister… and the “baby.”

And you want to know what else? I finally had my cupcake — and I made it all by myself.

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After about a week of journalism professors preaching to start a blog of my very own, I finally broke down and got one started… one a bit better than Xanga or notes on Facebook.

I’m not really sure what to write about in my first blog on wordpress.com, but I’ll try to come up with something that may interest my soon-to-be readers out there.

Okay, so I’ll start with telling a little bit about myself…

I am a vegetarian freshman studying journalism and electronic media at the University of Tennessee. I also work for Tennessee Journalist, The Daily Beacon, TRECS and soon eVOLve, which was formerly the Volunteer yearbook.

Wartburg, Tennessee was where I grew up. For the many of you that don’t know where Wartburg is, it’s about an hour away from Knoxville. Wartburg may come close to the smallest city with red lights you’ll come across. It’s nestled between the mountains of East Tennessee and on the Cumberland Plateau. Although beautiful and rural, it has its fair share of rednecks, which leads me to a funny story that may interest my readers…

So, as I mentioned before, I am a vegetarian and have been now for a year. When my fellow classmates in high school found out about this, some hunters thought it would be amusing to show their support. After school let out, I walked to my amazing 1990 325i BMW complete with a manual sunroof and, like any other normal person, sat in the driver seat. Fortunately, a good friend of mine was behind me in her car and saw the “support” my hunter friends left for me.

A deer leg, a REAL DEAD deer leg, was tied to the back of my car. I was mortified.

After fuming for quite a while, a kinder young gentleman cut the twine, and ultimately the deer leg, off my car. I drove on to work and called someone in the office to let them know the cruel joke that was pulled on me.

Now that I look back on it, it really was kind of funny in a morbid, sick way. I can laugh about it at least, but I certainly don’t want that happening again. I’ll kick some butt. Just kidding.

Needless to say, I was glad to get out of Wartburg, or at least high school there. I still go home on the weekends to attend church at First Baptist where my serious boyfriend of a year and a half leads music. Of course, laundry must be done, too, and at home it’s free. And eating something besides cafeteria food for a change is amazing, although sushi here isn’t so bad.

There are a lot of things I feel I could talk about in this blog, but by the time I would be finished, it would be more like a book. All I really have left to say now is I’m glad I was introduced to wordpress.com and started a real blog. Check back later for some more fun, hopefully animal-friendly, blogs in the future.

Peace out.

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