Chapter: Campus Celebs

Hello all!

...and when I say all I really mean ALL!

Apparently our infamous blog was center of attention (just as we always are) throughout the duration of a certain sorority's chapter tonight. I'm so glad our ideas about the world and ourselves are being shown to the onlookers and wannabes that infiltrate our lives.

Bravo, Madame Dragonfly.

On to much more important news!

I've got two different pitches to deliver to two different men tomorrow. Both are considered very high in the business and I am making it a point to carefully, yet

charismatically cast my cleverly conceived concept to them and hope for the best.

What is to worry though when you ARE the best?

The CEO of the Executive Board (the same one in which I am named PR Director) wants to meet up for dinner tomorrow night. It's difficult because I want to fulfill my duties, but as for tomorrow my duty is my draft! I have a major essay due on Thursday that I will be finalizing tomorrow night. Having the foresight of it becoming a major publication that will be sold worldwide one day, I am really trying to make it as fabulous as possible. It's a shame my writers are off on vacation in the mountains this week otherwise, I'd have them take care of it.

Speaking of vacation? Should it surprise you that I am jet-setting it to Africa this month? Ewwww, Africa! AIDs! No, no, no. Not to worry. I will be vacationing in Tunisia. For all of those poor souls with poor skills in Geography, Tunisia is located in North Africa off the coast of the Mediterranean Sea. I hope to enjoy the luxuries of my usual first class travel, literally. The plane ride will be a long one, but I will have a glorious five star hotel to look forward to after the long journey. Mom has already scheduled a full body massage for me upon arrival. It will be a nice escape from the madness of midterms.

Tonight I brainstormed ideas with two of my production team members. Classic. We posted up at our customary coffee joint and spoke of crazed short film storylines over free popcorn and cookies. Low class much? Perhaps, but when it is hand delivered to your table from the Gamer's Alliance it's okay. They were so tragic it was almost precious that they were seeking my approval.

Alright well enough is enough. This paper can't write itself (even though in most cases that is how it goes down) so I must complete this before I head to bed.

Sleep well all and remember...

The Queen IS The Queen.

I have eyes and ears from all over that are watching you.

Some people prefer friends and followers of quality over quantity and I am just fortunate enough to have the best of both worlds. Watch your back bitch(es).

Forever and Always,

The Queen

Wonderful Weekend

Dear loyal readers, I am so sorry for keeping you waiting these past few days. I know all of you check the Campus Celebs' blog multiple times per day, itching for new updates about our magnificent lives. Well wait no longer.

But let's start on a sour note...

We need to get something clear: people need to take care of themselves.

When I am on my way to class in the morning and some bitch walks up to me, wearing faded jean capris with no back pockets and butterfly earrings from Forever 21, I think my day couldn't get much worse. Then I inhale. She smells like my grandmother's closet exploded on her, and I don't mean that she smells like sequins. The sick, penetrating stench of mothballs clings to my nostrils and I know deep down that it won't leave me for the entire day. Shower.

When I am sitting in my test, trying to reach into the depths of my mind to recall information about Thomas Hobbes' writings on what it means to be human, I don't want to hear wheezing coming from the girl next to me with butterfly-clipped hair, circa 2001. And I can hear you now: "Oh, King, she's obviously asthmatic. Leave her be." NO. She does not have asthma. And if she did, I would blow dust in her face if it meant she would shut up. Instead, the wheezing comes from her nose, where her natural landscape of uncleanliness has created a whistle out of her nostrils. Sick. Blow your nose.

But now that I have that out of my system...

The Queen and I have had an excellent past few days. We took a break from our usual Thursday activities with a select loyal crowd of followers. Midterms were rearing their ugly head.

What we missed on Thursday, we made up for on Friday. One of our favorite Asian-inspired establishments welcomed our presence with open arms, knowing full well we would get the party started. When we got there, it was slightly busy. Once word spread that the King and Queen were there, the place was filled to capacity. Drinks flowed and dancing ensued. We drew the attention of quite a few spectators. Many were taking pictures, some were recording us on video, and a few courageous patrons had the courage to approach us to express their approval. I'm slowly getting used to the cameras constantly in my face...

The football game ended less than desirably, but the halftime show made it all worth it. Our good friend Karissa (the national champion twirler) successfully juggled FOUR flaming batons directly in front of our front-row seats. Shortly after, my favorite new friend Suzanne, also known as the winningest coach is history, gave me a little shout-out on the jumbotron as she was being announced for her most recent national championship. I can't wait until our night downtown together.

Our usual driver was unavailable during the evening after the game; the roads prove to be tricky when the police unnecessarily block off roads. I whisked the Queen and her neighbor, the world-class golf pro, off for a night on the town. It was such a treat to have dinner purchased for us by the Louisianans in town for the game. It's not everyday you party with the VP of a Fortune 500 company right before he buys you dinner.

Sunday has been a day of rest (comparably speaking) so far, but our executive board duties commence once again this evening. I guess that's just one more group of people eagerly looking up to us for advice...

I wish our followers the best week possible. Shout out to The DuTcHesS!

Goodnight,

The King