TO those of you who don’t know…I am a Hooters Girl
Yes, I am a proud and outgoing Hootie Hoot Hooters Girl.
I am the 2nd one 
I need your help!
I want to know what you expect out of your experience when dining at Hooters!
I have a goal to be the ultimate Hooters girl
Be honest! Nothing will hurt my feelings or shock me, yet please understand I want opinions from those who do not have a grudge against Hooters.
This may be you if…
- You believe we walk around naked, not true
- I go home with every guy that walks in, also not true
- Your husband, boyfriend, girlfriend or wife goes there and you do not approve
- Jealousy is there
I do not list these to be rude, yet these beliefs bring out nasty comments.
Thanks for all the help
35 days finds me an answer
I never know what i really want until it flees from me
It is not likely I will recognize what really matters until it is too late
There are times in life I wonder what great things may have past
And so many more when I know for sure they have
IT is a dissapointment to see the best become the worst
If only I knew the hidden meaning before I turned my back on it
I try my hardest to see the light shining from within things
but things are usually in disguise, for what reason I do not know
but life plays this game with it’s people to amuse itself with stories
with drama and comedy and tragedy too
I wondered what the meaning meant within me, and within you
but not seperate or alone, but together as my partner
if anything would really come of it, if life was playing a story
that would end like a children’s book that held a cover
how long and how intense my love for you would last with some minor distance
with late night phone calls, new people and lifestyles merely different
i never could guess how perfect it turned out because all i expected was chaos
but peace and tranquilty and minimal tears are the only thing that has happened
my feelings only grew and so did i, knowing someone is always behind me
whether behind me laying there caressing my back, or telling me over the phone i can make it
tossing and turning many nights i was not sure
and it took me 35 days to find me an answer
but an answer i found to the question i sought
so many nights and many days
i found the answer that i love you from here and from there,
all the time
no matter what
your my baby
and we are here to stay
Running in the wind
Waves rolling, tumbling, splashing
No one is on the beach today
The wind is too much it scratches at your legs and arms
My running shoes are sinking into the wet sand
I can’t stay in this spot much longer 
But
I have never seen the waves this big
and the breeze has never tossed my hair in the wind like it does
The sun only provides gentle light
no birds, just waves crashing against the coast
sea foam piling higher
No one would know I was on the beach today
because my footsteps were gone within seconds
DAY 1 & 2-Welcome to Hilton Head Amy
So my first day was long. Woke up at 9 a.m. Ready as can be.
Well my boyfriend was not so much, after him getting up we left off to breakfast.
I wanted to drive my motorcycle up to the island along with my car. Well, we had this system where I would ride my bike, he would drive my car and then someone would come pick him up. Complicated…but it would have worked…if(!) it did not rain.
So my motorcycle is still at home.
We finally arrive 15 minutes early at 1:45 p.m.
Time for paper work and videos (thanks Cory for sitting through them with me).
2 hours later…
[paper work consist of a lot of signing, W-4, housing information, agreements on policies, etc]
So much paper work, I could barely remember the majority of it.
I am really worried I forgot something.
Anyways, on my information I received earlier in the year, my start date was suppose to be today, Saturday. Yet, I was informed that I would not start until Monday. (Jeez I could have waited to get my motorcycle up!)
I drive to my new place to call home for 3 months. Security guards, oh boy.
They give me a temporary pass and let me through.
I walk up and I happen to be on the very top floor.
We also end up walking in on the opposite side of the building.
I meet my first roommate, Kara. Nice girl from Alabama and she interns for the Hilton property here.
She informs me that my roommate, Gigi, is out at the beach. Gigi is from China, cool right?
Then after unpacking, walking to the beach, and resting, Cory and I went to dinner.
We ate at a restaurant named Marley’s which was really really really good. There was even a magic man there so that was cool. Yet, it was a little pricey.
I went to Bi-Lo after to get me some food to last me a day or two. Bi-Lo’s restrooms were gross FYI.
I return home to find my other roommate who just moved in too. Her name is Stephanie and she works with me actually in the same department, Recreation, at the Westin.
Stephanie
My boyfriend decides to return home so I can get to know my roommate.
I had already been tearing up by this point. This was the first time that Cory and I were going to be apart for more than 24 hours. By the time we made it to the car and said our good-byes, I was bursting in tears. I am going to miss him so much.
When I got back to the apartment, Stephanie immediately asked if I would like to go out. This made me feel good about us being friends and glad she was nice enough to invite me.
We went out somewhere on the island and had a good time, while meeting many other interns.
Day 2
Woke up bright and early at 11 a.m. (ha) I moped around for a bit, ate a delicious meal of store brand cereal, then head to the beach with Stephanie.
Beach!
Now back to the Cory and my experience with the beach yesterday. The boardwalk is SO LONG. Yet, there are all kind of creatures, even bunnies, along the way. Also, amazingly there is a restaurant on the end, which is really convenient. Cory was wondering how the car got down there. I found out today that there is a road next to the humungous houses that lead to the restaurant.
Back to today, Steph and I laid out for about an hour and half, while talking like girls do.
We got back, was lazy again but ended up going to the store (after a nap). We were in search of a bathing suit, polos, khaki shorts, and crocs. We found all but Steph’s one-piece bathing suit for work. Poor girl is too skinny and they did not have her size.
We came back to our new home. Steph finished unpacking, I called Cory and read my paper work.
Looking at my schedule I am working 42 hours starting Monday. Monday from 10 a.m. to 10 p.m. Whooh! Yet, I am excited.
Oh sidetrack, sorry my job is Recreation with poolside activities. Different days I will be doing different things, like playing with kids, arts and crafts, and of course, crappy stuff like passing out towels.
Then I called Cory again after getting on the internet and told him good-night.
I got to talk to Gigi a little bit ago before she went to bed. She wishes she had a car here. She is also moving in two weeks along with Kara. So, I will have the room to myself, yay!
Yet, Gigi is cool and very nice. It will work for two weeks for sure.
Well, that is it! Off to bed, no going out tonight. I need my beauty sleep.
Professor murders 3 people and on the run
Yesterday in my Introduction to PR class, we discussed the recent event of an University of Georgia professor murdering 3 people, 1 including his wife.
The wanted man, George Zinkan, dropped his kids off at his neighbor’s house before he fled. He is smart enough not to use his credit or debit cards, or other traceable items. News articles are claiming that this man can be anywhere.
He has not held any previous displinary actions. The cause is unknown but he was argueing with one of the victims before the murders took place.
One odd trace of information is that he told his students the previous week that if they were satisified with their grade that they did not have to take the final. This gives some suspicion if the act was pre-meditated. There now stands the question of how the grades are going to be determined for his currently enrolled students.
This scares college students all over the nation, because a professor is someone who you trust and feel like has received enough discipline and education to not commit harmful acts like this one. I personally feel a little less at ease with this incident because I have realized that even my own professors could be criminals. We all know humans make mistakes, regardless of their occupation. Yet, I sometimes forget that professors have negative thoughts as well.
The good thing is the professor did not attack students because that would scare many parents of the security of their sons and daughters. Although they may be wary now, it is obvious that the murders and abuses were not a school matter, but a personal one.
Stop and smell [what] roses!
Smile. The world is going to see you today.
Whoops!!! Forgot a little bit of lipgloss.
Keys, keys, Keys, crap where did I put those keys?
Got it! Breakfast?
Bagel? I don’t know, do I have time?
Nah, I’ll stop by somewhere later.
Push the pedal a little harder, a little harder.
Man, I hope there are no cops out today.
Meeting ends.
[wipes forehead]
Ok. Now type this up and then call my supervisor.
I hope he does not make me do it over again.
Crap! Homework. Due at 10 a.m.
[9:35 a.m.]
Which one is right? I hope this means what I think it means.
[Boyfriend calling]
Hey. Can’t talk. Dinner? No, sorry I have a meeting with another organization.
After that?
No…I have to meet with my group for my project.
Movie tonight? I would but I need to finish up on those decorations for tomorrow’s event.
[Boyfriend speaking]
Why don’t you stop and smell the roses babe?
[Me]…I trampled all over my roses a while back.
Why I Want to Kiss Your Hands
Why is it that we kiss lip to lip?
When our lips make us close our eyes?
Don’t you want to see the face of who shares the sensation of your skin?
Why don’t I kiss your fingers, since they are the ones that rub my tears when I start to cry?
Why don’t I kiss your hands when it is your hands that hold me tight?
Yeah I can kiss your lips, the part of you that speaks.
Words can say a lot of things, but I am a woman of action not words.
And hands create action.
It is your hands that pull my hair from my face to watch me return a smile.
Why is it that I choose to kiss your cheek, when all a cheek can do is turn from me?
I will kiss your palm because it is what cups my own hands to help me cross a puddle.
Why do we not kiss our hands when hands is whats keeping me onto you?
If I fall, what will your lips do for me? Except yell “Watch out” when it is your hands I hope to catch me?
I want to kiss your fingers because it is them that pulls the covers over my back while I shiver late at night.
It is your hands that help me pull the bowl from the highest shelf.
Why would I kiss your lips when it is your hands that would put the ring on my finger silently promising forever?
Yeah I can kiss your lips, but what I really want to kiss is your hands.
