Sup Shawty?

A classmate in my History of the English Language class did a little presentation last week about hip-hop diction. Shorty (I pronounce it "Shawty") was one of the words he listed. It doesn't really have anything to do with anything, but this is my blog and I get to pick the titles okay?! Finals will be taken. Work is being done. Passive voice is being used. Here's a few pics of what is happening in the life of AG: 

I'm writing a paper on the Romanovs for Russian History. Interesting. I've been interested in this little crew ever since I read a book called "Nicholas and Alexandra" as a middle schooler. Such drama-queens, those tsars. 

Went out with a few of the roomies to celebrate Cinco de Mayo with some margaritas and chips and salsa! These are my two favorite things to consume. Obviously, we went to Chili's for an authentic Mexican experience. We're so culturally aware. 

This, my friends, is a poster in my college's library. This, my friends, is my brother Alex. Poor guy has been plastered all over Trinity propaganda. It's not his fault he's so successful! Okay, it is his fault, and I'm a fan of teasing him for it. But in all reality, I'm insanely proud to have him as a brother. While I used to see it as a lot to live up to, now I just see it as a lot to look up to. 

The most delicious breakfast I've had in a long time. I usually settle for a glass of Milk Chocolate Carnation Instant Breakfast to start my day, but this was fab last week. Chocolate chip pancakes. I have a nasty habit of covering my pancakes in powdered sugar. Or brown sugar and syrup. Don't knock it 'til you've tried it. 

My man. Xander. This little guy is the cutest nephew I have and I've seen him a lot lately. He's growing up so fast and gave me the best gift ever last week: he learned to say my name. An-na. An-na. Like music to my ears.