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Maddie
San Bernardino, CA
Psychology and Criminal Justice

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CALIFORNIA (my home state and the greatest 200,000 sq. miles in existence) Oreos, Netflix, & sweatpants Elvis Presley

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I'm Almost Not a Teenager

November 10, 2014

I, Madison Makenzie Lawrence the first, have officially started my last year of teenagehood. Yes m’dears, as of October 31st, I am 19 years old. Feel free to grovel in the presence of my grown-up, aldutiness maturitude. I talk good.

I told y’all about Halloween earlier, and have now returned— with triumphant music, of course— to fulfill my earlier promise and tell you about my birthday celebration. 

The Birthday started by me waking up to a bunch of birthday texts, being really confused as to why so many people had my birthday wrong, and then realizing while I was brushing my teeth that huh holy heck it is my birthday woah who’da guessed. Normally on Fridays— since I don't have class, tend to sleep till a time better left unspecified, and am surrounded by exactly nobody because other people actually have classes on Friday— I try to do a bunch of homework for the upcoming week. Instead of this normal, productive routine, I stayed in the suite, loudly singing 70’s pop music and watching Jim Carrey movies till another, later time still better left unspecified… I’ll skip the rest of the sloppy, lazy, ramen-filled, glorious details and go straight to the part when my birthday actually began— nighttime

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Austin

I’m talking like 5 p.m. I  like to live life on the edge.

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So, the plan was to go to an endearing little joint called Baker’s Crust at seven, as a birthday celebration for McKenna and me. Now, if you have ever read any of my previous posts ever before ever, you know that I and my companions generally tend to be, ummmm, not so good at managing our time and doing things by the time they should be done. We swore that we were going to leave on time and really, we were on a good track… and then came The Great Dress-Code War of 2014. It was nasty and many good shirts were crumpled that day. Some of us had thought it was just casual, others thought it was semi-casual versus semi-formal, while still others opted for business-casual. This act of mismatching disturbed us greatly, so there was a sudden rush to re-doll ourselves and yeeeeeaaaa, well, we didn't end up leaving till 7:00. 

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club kids

Thank goodness none of us went with club-kid style.

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At the restaurant, who had saved our table despite our being twenty minutes late, McKenna and I were presented with tiaras (if you read about a year back, you'll learn that its a tradition. Or you could just believe me when I say its a tradition) along with strict warnings that if we lost or damaged the actually valuable tiaras in any way, we would be killed and have our ground up bones sold on the black market. Just a side note, in case it wasn't clear, Flaherty is really good at threats. 

We ended up staying at the restaurant for a total of three hours, ordering way too much food, eating way too much food, and accidentally spilling way too much food (pictured below). The night was made even better when we were joined by several different families, all with adorable babies in costumes (by “joined”, I don't so much mean that we knew them and they sat with us, I mean that we hid behind menus and obsessively spied on the strange families). The restaurant didn't provide birthday dessert services (or so I was told later), so when I ordered dessert Sarah Abel hastily shoved a candle that she had brought into my chocolate mousse. They sang “Happy Birthday” while McKenna and I sat there simultaneously feeling awkward, grateful, and loved. And then, just like that, it was time to leave. 

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FOOD

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FOOOOOOD

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We returned to Richmond, had a costume fiasco, headed to a friend’s costume party (late, obviously), and so concluded a wonderful Halloween. 

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CHANGE SCENE:

I bet you thought that with the end of Halloween, my birthday was over. Wrong. You are wrong, Sir/Madame. You are so incredibly wrong it’s ridiculous. My lovely friends were still not done making me happy.

About two days later, while working, I looked away from my station for two seconds to talk to a customer and then, ka-blam, when I turned back around, a bag had appeared. I opened the bag to discover an incredibly sweet card from Starke Jett VI and a large amount of items that represented inside-jokes the two of us had. Unfortunately, the wonderful guy had tun off after sneaking me my present so I wasn't able to properly thank him.  

When I returned to my room after work, I found another (very large) bag sitting on my bed. That bag was from several of my female friends who had been waiting for the right moment to give me the present (What is it with my friends and only sneaking me gifts? I love it, but seriously, what is up with that?!). The bag was also full of inside-jokes as well as everything I had ever briefly mentioned I had needed… I nearly started crying because of their thoughtfulness. 

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ron

"Leslie has a lot of qualities that I fond horrifying, but the worst one by far, is how thoughtful she can be." I get you, Ron. Darn those awful, thoughtful people.

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Well, I think that concludes my wonderful 19th birthday adventures. Thanks for reading along, folks. A big warm shoutout to Aggie, Alyssa, Sarah Flaherty, Emma Ratini, Matt Williamson, Robert Somelastname, Paige Warner, Sarah Abel, Tony Da Lomba, and Zahra Ehtesham. Y’all are the best and I love you.

Happy November,
Maddie

So here's the deal, my name is Maddie and I'm kind of about my home state of California and that #collegelyfe. Quick and clean facts: I travel a lot, worship my family (two parents, three sisters, two brothers, two nephews, two nieces, and a ton of cousins), listen to classic rock and jazz, read Harry Potter way too often, am Red Bull's main consumer, play on the Women's Ultimate Frisbee team, eat a lot of ice cream, am a Psychology/Criminal Justice double major, a Boatwright Scholar, and really want to be, like, a female James Bond, 'cause that would just be such an exciting, badass life, amirite? 

Take care and read up, folks, 

Maddie Lawrence

Westhampton Class of '17,


Why UR?

Why UR? Cause I'm about that life. No, seriously, I chose UR cause its a good school that gave me a big scholarship... thats why I chose Richmond, and now that I'm here, I know how many other good reasons there are to attend. Reasons like all the awesome people, reasons like the amazing desert bar in the D-Hall, reasons like how pretty the lake is at sunset, reasons like the Big/Little program, reasons like how interesting classes turn out to be (even classes with majorly boring names!), plenty of good reasons, in other words. Remember, one richmond, spider nation, we are UR.