The End Of Hell Week

Hallaluja!

It's Thursday evening.

My homework is done. Tomorrow is Friday. Next week is dead week. I get to see Prince-y. I get to see Ariel. I get to forget about school for a little while.

But I still have a headache.

But I'll be okay.

I simply can NOT express how happy I am that this week is almost over. Somehow I managed to write three papers, give three presentations and pass a math test all in the same week. Looking back, I can't believe I did it all. And right now it doesn't feel like it was that hard - but I know my feelings prior to completion of this week were filled with anxiety and stress. But Hell Week is over, and now all I have to do is study for finals.

Praise the Lord.

*sigh of relief*

I don't know what to do with myself. It feels like I should be doing something, but I don't really have anything to do. How much of an awesome feeling is that? :-) I love it. I absolutely love it.

Day 3 of Hell Week

Today I gave my McLintock! presentation in English. Yay for westerns! And if you haven't seen that epic John Wayne movie, I suggest you run out and buy it and watch it because it is amazing. And also hilarious. And it's the Duke, so what's not to like? I mean really.

Then it was dance class where we talked about Tupac and I found out that I have ANOTHER paper to write that's due friday. Just add that to my list of reasons to die.... No, don't! I'm kidding! Totally kidding. I don't want to die. I just am sick and tired of writing all these papers. I suppose though that Freshmen year is all about the paper writing. Whatever. I'll get through it.

After Dance 100 was my Death 143 class..erm, I mean MATH 143. And this week is a test week. So I took our in class portion, which consisted of four questions and then I jetted my butt out of there to snag some lunch before I had to work at 1.

During all this time, I'm plagued with the worst head ache of my life. That I've had since LAST Wednesday. Oy.

But I make it through work. And I get a dollar sixty something in tips. And a pita.

I'm back to the dorm room by 5, veg, shower, and score a whopping 76.3% on my math Pre-test that I took for the fourth time before leaving at 7 to take my actual math test. Where I was lucky enough to receive a 68.8%. Hey - I'm just happy I technically passed. Now, if I can pass the final that will be truly epic. And really ridiculously awesome. Just sayin.

So now that I've told you all about my day - which I'm SURE was at the top of your to-do list, don't lie, I know the truth! Ha, ha. Anyway, it's time to ditch the blogworld for the research paper world and hope I'm able to do a halfway decent job on my presentation TOMORROW morning.

Would You Rather?

Tagged by the lovely michelle - now I have to! Ha, ha. Anyway, here goes:

When asked "Would You Rather?" here is what I'd say Works for Me
What would you rather...

Always have to write with your other hand or with one eye shut?
with my other hand. i do that a lot anyway...haha

Walk in circles through a spinning door a thousand times or hang upside-down for 3 hours?
hanging upside down! wooohoo!

Wear a bicycle helmet everywhere you go or carry an open umbrella everywhere?
bicycle helmet. i could totally deck it out with stickers and such. and make it bright pink. ah yes, pink. haha.

Be the first person to land on Mars or the first one to live on the moon?
live on the moon! hello! there's like, no gravity!

Kiss a monkey or eat a bite of dog food?
i'd totally kiss a monkey...well, if he was cute you know. he has to be cute. and tame. i don't want him to bit me. ;)

Be the fastest runner in the world or the fastest reader?
fastest runner for sure! then i could outrun my brother :-)

Walk on water anytime you want or fly for 3 hours, but only 3 different times in your life?
Walk on water definitely :-)

Sleep each night on a hammock 3 stories above the ground or sleep each night on an air filled pool mattress floating in a pond of baby sharks?
ummm, I'm gonna go with hammock here. Final answer.

Have a jar of jellybeans that never goes empty or a magical stereo that can play any song you want?
Is this even a question? I mean, look at who you're talking to. I bet you all can just GUESS what I'm going to say. Go ahead, guess. I'll pause. *waits* Okay, I know you all answered stereo. lol. and you are all correct. :)

Spend the rest of your life in a submarine or in a space ship?
as long as Prince-y's there, I don't care!

Do Re Mi

This video lightens up my life :-)

Just Because

Things That Make My Day: Picture Version

In no particular order:


1. when people do OUTRAGEOUSLY awesome things in the name of school spirit. (yes our school colors are gold and black :] )
2. hear shaped flowers (makes me think of lion king II)


3. friendships that have lasted so long that even when they seem to fall apart, you are still together. (we've been through a lot of tough times since we all met in middle school!) L to R: Cinderella, Ariel, Belle

4. Acting our shoe size instead of our age.

5. grafiti that i didn't create that fits my life beyond all reason. especially when i find it right when i need it most.

6. holding hands. this picture is of Prince and me, but I'll hold hands with anyone really. I like holding my dad's hand too. I really like to feel all the creases and wrinkles in a person's hand. ones that time has put there, and ones that have been placed there by God.

7. making dorky faces for the camera. yeah...i do that a lot. :)

8. napping. yum.

9. Kisses. I love those. They always make me feel better.

10. Irony. the good and simple put-a-smile-on-your-face kind of irony.

Beginning of Hell Week

Today is Tuesday. Tuesday is the most ignored day of the week. Nothing really ever happens on Tuesday.

Except this week.

You see, Monday only gave me two classes and was a breeze really. I worked on my paper for German Film some, I took my math pre-test. I talked to Prince. Now Tuesday on the other hand - Tuesdays just suck. I mean, they rock, they totally rock. *dramatic eye roll*

My alarm went off promptly at 7:00 this morning and I didn't even think about cracking my eyes open until 7:12 when I finally realized what that horrid noise was that was blaring nonstop in my ears. Thank you Breaking Benjamin for Diary of Jane. What a pleasant song to awaken me in the early morning when I am groggy and feel like hibernating.

Then I realize that today is Tuesday. Hell Week has started. Today is speech day. Shoot. My eyes zing open and I jolt out of bed. YIKES! Freezing. I hop back underneath the covers and formulate my plan of attack. Shivering, I casually extend one arm bravely out from underneath the warm covers to lift my precious laptop up to my bed. I pop it open and turn it on because I need to put my speech on my flash drive so I can print it out. Frikk. Flash drives ruin my life. Where is it? In my backpack on the other side of my insanely freezing dorm room. Crapola.

Debating my next move, I decide the faster I get the flash drive, the faster I can be warm again. So I set the laptop at the foot of the bed as I sit up really fast and jump to wear my backpack is laying on the floor. I rifle through the front pocket where my fingertips blindly feel around for that all too familiar string and voila! I grasp the flash drive and jump back under my covers that are still nice and toasty warm. It is now 7:20. Uggghh.

I put my speech on the flash drive and then close my laptop. I decide to roll out of bed, put on some nicer clothes because I have to give a speech at 9:30, turn on my flat iron, brush my teeth and put on makeup. It's 7:30. Time is moving too fast. I straighten my hair, empty my backpack and place the things I need for the day inside, and put on my socks. The light peering in through the window is not as bright as usual at this time of day, so naturally I wonder if it's overcast.

Looking out the window, I am instantly downheartened. It's RAINING! Just my luck. Just my frikken luck. *overdrawn sigh*

I'm so sick and tired of wet and cold. Weather - yous and mes need to have us a little sit down heart to heart about how you've been acting lately. Where is this global warming I hear so much about? Where IS IT I ASK!!!???

I pull on my sweatshirt and slip on my shoes. Grabbing my phone, ID card and slipping my backpack on my shoulders, I nab my flash drive off the counter and head down to the basement. The time is no 7:37. I head down to the basement to print off this darned speech for my class. I don't feel like waiting for the elevator, so I take the stairs. Everytime I go up or down the staircase here at school I always picture myself falling or tripping and hurting myself. I don't know why, but that's always the image that comes in my head. So I look down at my feet and hang on to the handrail for dear life.

I get to the bottom of the stairs without tripping, and head for the door which is usually open, but at this particular time it is shut. I pull on the handle. Nothing. It's locked. "You have GOT to be K-I-D-D-I-N-G ME!!!" I say to the invisible crowd that follows me around on a daily basis (aka myself). I roll my eyes, huff, and figure that this is just my luck. I head back up a different flight of stairs that will take me to the lobby outside Bob's where the door to the rainy, wet, cold, freezing, unfortunate weather is staring me in the face and laughing.

I put my hood over my head, shove my flashdrive in my pocket along with my cell and ID card and make my way outside. By the time I get to the tower lawn I'm contemplating on how I'm going to give this speech without the print out. It's a manuscript speech. We have READ it. And then I think about how there are printers in the TLC. Are they free? Well, I have my vandal card. Let them charge my vandal card. I need this speech. I mentally give myself ten thousand demerits for not having printed it last night as I ask God if this is punishment for procrastination.

Well, I check my phone. It's 7:40. I still have time to find the printers in the TLC before class at 8:00. I never thought I could write so much about my life in a 40 minute span. But those Tuesdays - they are tired of being ignored and now out for the kill. So I finally get to the TLC and I wander up some stairs to where I think the printers are located.

Finally I get a lucky break because two computers are open. I log on, stick in my flash drive, open Word and print out my speech. I also checked my vandal mail in hopes that maybe one of my classes got cancelled. No such luck. More like wishful thinking. Ha, ha. Anywho, I take my manuscript and head off to class where I hear a bunch of people present about film in different countries. I never knew that Canada had such a long history of film and that they used documentaries to get people to move to Canada. They also have the most government funding for making movies out of practically any country. And also Brittain is a close second to Hollywood for movie production while India is starting to creep up there.

And I'm still waking up.

Class gets out at 9:15 and I leave the room with 15 minutes before speech time. I haven't even read my manuscript out loud yet - I've only typed it. So what do I do? I decide to head upstairs to the computers and mess around before class. Only my plan is inhibited when I spy Sir Justice talking to a fellow comrad on the staircase. We talk until 9:25 when I decide I should get to class.

I am the last speech of the day.

And I NAIL it. Professional Winger. That's what my title should be. Forget Full Time Student - that's just my cover.

I get back to my dorm room with a half hour before my Psych class. I'm starving, my pant legs are SOAKED and all I want to do is go back to sleep. I change out of my black pants I was wearing to look "professional" for my speech and pull on a pair of blue jeans with the prettiest back pockets ever. And I'm wearing a red shirt and my black tank top that Prince-y loves. Oh if he could only see me now. Ha, ha, ha.

I don't feel like venturing back out into the cold rain, but for Psych we are finishing up our three part research screening today, so I have to be there. Otherwise I might be tempted to skip. Yeah, I know. I'm terrible. Moving on....

It turned out beneficial not only because now I get credit for participating in all three parts of the screening, but I got the answers to at least two questions that will be on our final. Go me! And now I have the rest of the day to take my math test, work more on German Film Reasearch paper and be lazy.

And I have no more chocolate muffins.

Tragic.

Attitude of Gratitude

So Michelle at Lollypops and Lizards nominated me for the Attitude of Gratitude award! I can't believe it really because I never thought I would win an award for my blog. But this just MAKES my ENTIRE DAY! (That and the grafiti I found on the sidewalk while walking home from the Rec Center after my 3 mile run...)

1. Put the logo on your blog or post.

2. Nominate at least 10 blogs that show an Attitude of Gratitude.

3. Link to your nominees within your post.

4. Comment on their blogs to let them know they've received this award.

5. Share the love and link to this post and the person who nominated you for this award.

Tell us how you've come to have an Attitude of Gratitude.

So now I pass this award on to:

1. My Aunt at With All Our Hearts

2. Paige at Reves Plaisants

3. My Grandpa at In My Father's House

4. Keri at Life of Logan

5. Artelios at Nipperized

6. Suki at Back At Home

7. I know I'm supposed to pick 10, but I'm having trouble. And this is my blog, so I reserve the right to change the rules when I want to. So I'll give out the remaining four nominations when I feel like :-)

It's Been One Of Those Days

Where I feel like I don't want to do anything and I have a ton to do.

Where I think I look gorgeous and wish Prince Charming was here to fully appreciate my hot good looks. HAHA.

Where writing a 6-10 page research paper does not even sound remotely enticing even though it's on Germany which is one of my favorite subjects.

Where I feel lonely.

Where I just want to eat, but know if I do I'll regret it later.

Where I really wish the sun was shining to give me an excuse to go outside and lay on the lawn.

Where doing a math pretest is a nightmare and I hope to never have to do algebra 2 again ever.

Where summer looks pretty darn apetizing right now and I would give my left boob to be on a beach in the sunshine in a swim suit.

Where I realize I need to keep up on my hygiene better.

Where no amount of music can make me focus on the tasks at hand.

Where I want to blog about something epically important to society, but instead you all end up with this.

Where I am THRILLED to have 12 followers! Thanks be to you ALL because you ROCK!

Where now I have to be done with this post and actually force myself to do what needs to be done. There are three weeks left! I just have to pull it together and hold it there for a little longer! I can do it! I can do it! I can do it! *huff*

The Reflection That I see

Well, here is my entry for this week's theme at iheartfaces:

Lord knows I won't win anything, but it's fun to stil participate and see what other people have entered.

Introverted and Anti-Social

I have spent almost the entire day STUCK in my dorm room.

Why you ask?

Because I slept in til noon and spent the rest of the afternoon doing homework and surfing the web.

I'm anti-social.

I did venture out into the day light to make a WinCo run for some toilet paper, paper towels, strawberries and chocolate muffins. The TP and papertowels were a necessity while the strawberries and muffins were a crave. Homework makes me hungry.

But on the bright side, I got my Speech quiz finished and my power point for English are all done. I just have to work on my paper for CORE and my manuscript speech tomorrow. I have really no idea what I'm going to do my speech on either.

It's supposed to be about a life changing event. Well, I've had PLENTY of those, so where do I start? I also don't know if I should do something that's deep and meaningful or something light and fluffy? It's only supposed to be about 4 to 5 minutes long. Any ideas? Anyone?

Well, that's basically my day. I haven't talked to Prince-y very much at all. Probably something do with the fact that I slept til noon and when I talked to him earlier he was going off 3 hours of sleep and needed a nap...

I've also showered twice today. Yeah, I know. I'm not sure why I took two off them, not like I've over exerted myself today or anything...but you know, keeping clean is a good thing. Doesn't the saying go cleanliness is next to godliness? Yeah, I don't know. I also know I really need to clean to dorm room tomorrow. It looks like a tornado tore through here. Usually I keep my room pretty neat, but I just need to put my clean clothes away and my dirty clothes in the hamper. Don't worry! The dirty clothes are the ones on the floor and the clean ones are on the chairs :-) I have a method for my madness! Okay, well maybe I don't have any methods, but I can pretend.

Hope your Saturday was more fun and productive than mine!

The Truth

Sometimes it's better left unsaid.

Why?

How is a lie supposed to be comforting? Or protective? Eventually we all find the truth.

But why have a place where I vent my feelings about everything and not be allowed to give actual events for fear of offending someone?

This blog is my take on life. On my life. It's about actions that happen to me. Events in my life through my bias becuase it's the way I see them.

Things are not always peachy keen. My life isn't always pleasant. I find humor in some events that other people don't. I'm tired of hearing about Twilight. I love my cousin. Sometimes I can't bring myself to say goodnight to Prince Charming on IM simply because I don't want him to go. I spell words wrong. But I don't ever fake myself.

And I don't lie. And omitting the truth is the same as lying.

The Truth? Can you handle it? Because if you can't handle the truth, that's when it's better left unsaid. And if you can't handle the truth, then how do you expect to live life? Like everyone's just going to go about their business and pretend like whatever situation you're in is just going to disappear if they ignor it long enough?

I hate standing by when people I love are making mistakes. I want to shake them and say "get over it! you're acting naive." and that's not always my place because of my age and who I am. But sometimes, they just need to hear it. And the truth may end up being an eye opener.

I don't always enjoy everything I do. And I blog about my reactions to experiences and situations and relationships. And if you are offended at what I have to say, or how I feel about something, then stop reading. There's reason to get mad at me, or to start a debate though God knows I love a good argument.

But honestly?

This is MY blog. This is MY life. And if you don't like it or what I have to say, at least have the guts to do some self evaluation and don't blame me for what you don't like. Just because it doesn't please your eyes to read something doesn't make it any less true.

And if I make you mad, then I'm sorry - but I'm not going to NOT say something just because it might offend a certain party. I figure you are all old enough and mature enough to deal with what I have to say about things. And I'm not opposed to opposing view points, but I'm only allowed one viewpoint because I'm just one person.

Closer to Closure

I have three weeks left of my first year at college. I have tomorrow's classes, and then one week of normal classes, dead week, and finals week. Dead week sounds depressing, but it's really only normal classes, just teacher's aren't supposed to give you homework (even though they do anyway). And finals week there are no classes - just tests. Really. Big. Tests.

But I was thinking about how much I've changed this year. How when I came down here and started all this, I wasn't really prepared for all that would happen. I mean, it's all things you just can't prepare for because you don't know they're going to happen.

I didn't know that Ariel's pregnancy issue would blow up in Belle's and my face. I didn't know that I would spend the entire first week of my college classes bawling my eyes out in front of the lounge piano while I tried to figure out why things had to be the way they were. But God has his own reasons, and it was a healthy move in the right direction to tell Ariel's parents about what was going on in her life - since she wouldn't do it herself. And actually it turned out for the better on her part. Funny how that works. It just caused a lot of grief and pain and heartache to get to that situation.

I also didn't know that going to Belle's haloween party like I do every year would end up changing my life. That's where I met Prince Charming for the first time. Funny thing was, I didn't think I'd ever see him again after that. He was Belle's friend. He was someone I thought I would see once and only hear stories about after that. However, I'm glad it turned out opposite of what I thought.

Moving out of my dorm room was also something I didn't see coming. I was convinced that Belle and I were good enough friends that we could handle living together for a whole year. But our lack of communication that hadn't been an issue before, turned out to be one of the biggest problems I've ever encountered. I'm just glad it's mostly over - although I must confess I really don't think we are as good of friends as we were in high school, and I'm really hoping that I can find a good friend while I'm here. I just have to start looking in different places. Next year will offer new opportunities and new experiences and also new friendships.

Another thing I didn't expect this year was to switch my major. I wanted to be the student who came to college knowing exactly what she wanted and being able to maintain that area of interest for the next four years. My problem was that with all the research I did, I still didn't do enough and it was all the science courses that KILLED ME. So now, I'm on the opposite end of the spectrum doing something I've only DREAMED about and majoring in art. :-)

The truly entertaining morsel though, really is the fact that Prince Charming is taking all the same art courses I am. We have two classes together next semester - which is yet another thing to add to the list of what I didn't expect this year. Prince-y is coming here next year and majoring in Studio Art. We are an artsy couple :-) Lots of talent in our relationship. Ha, ha, ha. That sounds kind of self-absorbed, but to be honest Prince Charming has more talent than he's willing to admit - even to himself. And me? My talent as it is, isn't in the same area of his, but it's still there. Ha, ha.

Next year Prince-y is living in my hall, which we did NOT plan out. I promise you. I planned on moving to second floor next year because while I am IN LOVE with third floor, it's going to become a Scholar's Hall which I'm not all that thrilled about being a part of, so I just went down a floor. Big Whoop. Well, Prince told me the other day that his room number is 211. My jaw dropped to the floor. He's in my hall - at the opposite end. This should be interesting.

His beef is that he doesn't want to get sick of me next year - living in the same hall and having two classes together? Yikes. And while I confess this is also a worry of mine, I figure that even though we're in the same hall and we have two classes together, we each have FOUR other classes where the other one is not present AND if luck should have it, we'll both be working. So I ask myself, how much will we REALLY see each other? Hmm?

But back to my main point - all the changes going on here. In three weeks it will all be over. This chapter of my life will be ending. Sort of. This year was really all about the big changes for me. I graduated high school, took a few trips over the summer, and started college. I'm growing up. I'm loosing friends, but I'm also gaining them. I'm becoming more of an adult and even though I'm still very much a young naive child, there are aspects of my life that aren't so little anymore. And I'm grateful for that. For all this growing up. It's my life. It can be whatever I want it to be. I can make my future what I wish. It's all at MY FINGERTIPS. I've never felt that way before. I am the source of my motivation. I decide whether or not I do something. Sure, I ask other people for their opinions and advice and I take that into consideration. And okay yeah, I don't have all that financial responsibility yet, but that will come soon enough. But overall, if I wanted to walk away I could. If I want to stay, I will. Such binding freedom. :-)

Happiness Isn't Hard To Find

Things That Make Me Smile:

-being barefoot
-hearing a song I haven't heard in a while
-country music
-the feeling of grass between my toes
-an unexpected hug
-a surprise kiss
-laying in the sunshine
-the wind in my hair
-laughing so hard I cry
-being surrounded by my friends
-campfire
-s'mores
-quoting movies with my brother
-inside jokes
-driving around town at twilight
-walking by the lake
-flipping my dad off the tube
-jumping in the lake
-walking into a house that smells like good home cookin'
-taking pictures
-tan lines
-cute shoes
-camping
-knowing all the words to a song on the radio
-holding hands
-a soft sweatshirt
-being a dork
-coloring a picture
-playing in the backyard
-wearing sweatpants to the store
-making faces at the camera
-driving Prince-y CRAZY
-no school
-new pens

Short, Sweet and To The Point

Dear Strawberry Covered Waffle,

We have met more than enough in the past two days for breakfast, and while I love the smooth buttery taste of your crispy golden flesh, I don't know how much more I can take. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to find a new breakfast companion. Don't take it personal, okay? It's not you, I promise. It's me.

Yours Truly,
The Girl Who's Stomach Needs Better Nourishment

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Dear Sunshine!

I'm so glad you finally decided to show us Idaho-dwellers your beautiful face. We have missed you terribly and are happy beyond all reason that you have finally chosen to grace us with your presence. Yesterday was a nice outside-wear-your-shorts-and-run-around-barefoot kind of day and I want to personally thank you for that.

LOVE,
Someone Who Needs Some Brighter Days In Her Life

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Dear Classes,

As the schoolyear is drawing to an end, you all are wrapping up so quickly! But there are some issues I have with you as of late. See, some of you have decided to give me outlandish projects that I'm not at all excited for, and I was wondering if you could take them back? Please reconsider the scale of your projects and talk to each other about how I only need one big project at a time.

Thanks,
One Who Wants To Be Lazy

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Dear T.O.M.,

Go AWAY!! No one likes you and all you do is ruin a perfectly good week out of every month. You cause pain, annoyance, inconvenience and irritation. Just leave.

Signed,
Someone Who Wants To Live Life Uninteruppted

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Nap Time Yet?

So today has been a busy day, but I snapped a bunch of photos to help illustrate. :-)

First, I went to English 102 this morning at 8:30 and saw this:
Now offered at the U of I! Green and orange grass to match your yard-y needs. Ha, ha, ha.

And then later in the afternoon I went to meet my advisor to talk about switching majors. On my way to the education building to meet her, I witnessed THIS awesome spectacle:

See the kid in the blue short and khaki shorts on the left hand side of the picture? Let's call him mouthy because he was arguing with the sign holder guy - let's call him Crazy. And Crazy was talking about Jesus and the need to repent, and Mouthy got all up in Crazy's face. It was entertaining to watch, but got old really soon.

I wanted to ask Mouthy what his point was. Why argue with Crazy? Obviously you are not going to change his mind. And if you don't like what he has to say, then move on. I mean really. It's not rocket science.

Here is a shot of mouthy gettin' all up in Crazy's grill. They were screaming back and forth. Some people laughed, some people boo-ed. One girl just wanted to tell them all to STFU and move on. It's these situations where people get the wrong idea about Christians. Makes me sad.

But the weather was ridiculously nice today. And when the sun is shining, I fall in love with my shadow. Why? Because I make one hot sexy shadow, actually. HA HA HA I'm kidding! Well, kinda. I do like my shadow. She looks skinny and pretty and tall, so I'm kind of jealous of her. But she has no face, so I'm not really all that jealous. As it is, I snapped a photo of her while she was out playing.

And I found more pacman grafiti! I LOVE LOVE LOVE pacman. Seriously. I told Sir Justice (who was with me at the time) that I just had to have a picture. Pacman is just simply epic. No ifs ands or buts about it.

Then Sir Justice and I headed off to the arboritum (I think that's how you spell it). Anyhoodle, we roamed around the trees, sword fought with sticks, found awesome tree art sculptures, walked by some creepy bathrooms, and had a lot of fun.

Sir Justice was not amused to have his picture took, but I made him let me take one anyway.

After our roams around the woods, we went and played on the lawn by the PEB and the Education building. I flipped like when I was with Princess M at Grandma and Grandpa's house. Sir Justice was slightly impressed and even took some video of my mad tumbling skills, yo. Ha.

And then Sleeping Beauty and another friend of ours decided that we wanted pizza, so we ordered us some Dominos Delivers pepperoni pizza. I had three slices. It was tasty - AND delicious. :-)

So now after my awesomely busy day, it's time for some math home work, a shower, and eventually that lovely invention some of us call sleep. :-)

Flat Tire Episode

So back to my weekend? No? You're bored of that? Unfortunate. Well, I suppose I shall tell you anyway because I'm mean, cold hearted, inconsiderate and I really just want to tell you about my Sunday. Please? You're relenting? Okay, off I go...

Sunday morning the Princess was tapping on my door to get me up. We went downstairs to eat, and then back up the stairs to get ready for church. We were going to meet my grandparents there and they were going to take Princess M for the afternoon so that I could come back to Hayden, drop off my air mattress, say hi to my parents and Prince-y and head back to the 'Scow. Well, that sort of happened.

I took Princess M and we found our way to church. I'd only been there once before, and I didn't quite remember where it was, but my Aunt told me where to go and Princess M has been there plenty of times, so it wasn't too hard to find. I got Princess up to her class and then headed to the autitorium to find the Grandparents. Oh brother. There were so many people! I just kept inching closer and closer to the front to see if I could find them.

Eventually I saw my Grandmother's frill of white curls and my Grandpa's slouching form on the chair next to her. Song service had just started. I usually love song service, but I'm not one of those people that comes to church to sing - even though I enjoy singing. But these songs were all slow and most of them I didn't know. Well, not knowing songs doesn't usually bug me and I sing along with them anyway because the words are always posted, but these songs just didn't grab my attention.

Then came the announcements, along with the offering. Well, at LCCC they sing one song while the offering is being collected and then the Pastor comes up for the message. Uhhhm, no. After the offering at this church? More singing. More slow songs. The lady in front of me was really into it, and slightly entertaining to watch. And I had this older Chinese lady singing in my right ear. I wish you could have heard her - it was like a bird kinda, but really loud and not on key. She kept throwing me off and I finally tried to turn my head so my ear wasn't the direct focus of her vocal chord vibrations. This worked for a little while.

Song service drug onward.

And onward...

And finally I thought it was over.

But they did two more songs while the Pastor who was going to give the message was on his knees in front of the congregation praying while we were singing our melancholy hearts out to the slow tunes that seemed like they would never end.

Finally the pastor took the stage to deliver his message. He rambled on and on about this upcoming project in July that he's excited for before he even GOT to his message. Then he talked about Jesus going through Sumaria and talking to the woman at the well about receiving Living Water. The Pastor kept relating the woman and the diciples back to Nicodemus who was like 'I don't get it.' Pastor thought this was hilarious. It was amusing the first time. After that? Not so hilarious, sorry. And he rambled on and on repeating that you can't "quench your spiritual thirst with physical water." And I totally agree, but how many times do you have to tell us that in the same sentence? Like eight? Yeah, okay. We get it.

And the pastor, to emphasize his point, would burst into song during his sermon. Uhm, that's a new one. Something I'm totally not used to. I think he did it three times that morning.

There was cool video shown though, of Penn from Penn & Teller (Penn & Teller right? correct me if I'm wrong please). Anywho, Penn is an athiest, but a fan met him after a show and handed him a pocket version of the Bible. Penn was impressed and even though he's still an athiest, the man made a step in the right direction. He wasn't condemning or judgemental, just caring and loving and nice. Which is what we all ought to be.

Anyway, after the video, the pastor spoke some more about the same thing he had been talking about earlier. I was so ready to be out of there and to go home. And then there was more singing and people coming up to the front to pray with prayer team members. Finally we were dismissed. I went with Grandma out into the lobby and she found Gramps while I went for Princess M. Then we headed off to the Old Country Buffet for brunch.

Grandpa got Princess M her food, because she is allergic to dairy and has to be careful about what types of foods she consumes. Papa brought her back fruit and bacon and jello. He brought back some apples with cottage cheese on them, which Princess can't have. Grandpa took them off her plate and put them on the napkin beside her plate so she wouldn't eat them. Well, Princess M was about to throw a royal fit because she thought the apple looked disgusting.

"Then don't look at them," I told her.

"But I have to when I get my fork," she whined.

"Then move the apples!" I said. "For crying out loud kiddo." Grandma softly laughed in the background. Princess M was not amused.

Grandpa drove me back to the church after brunch to retrieve my car so I could come back to Hayden. Princess M forgot to grab some playclothes for the afternoon and was whining about wanting to go back to her house for some different clothes. I told her the clothes she was wearing were fine. Grandma told her that she could take her tights off once she got to their house. Princess M was not amused.

"Princess, you are FINE," I told her. Her lip popped out in a pouty face and her chin went downward. Little baby tears started to form at her eyes. I'm mean. I know. Poor Princess finding out the world does not revolve around her. But she perked up a few minutes later and the world was fine again.

"I'm gonna miss you," she told me when I had to get out of the car. It was the same line she greeted me with that morning when I opened the door to see her pretty little face and mass of blonde curls running to give me a hug.

"I'll miss you too Princess. You be good for Grandma and Papa, okay? Do what they tell you," I smiled. She nodded her head. I hugged her and waved goodbye.

The afternoon I spent in downtown CdA with Prince Charming. We walked the boardwalk and walked over to the park. We sat on the concrete wall that seperates the sand from the sidewalk and grass and looked at the lake. I don't spend a lot of one on one time with Prince-y. Usually we are with his friends, or his family or my family. Hardly ever do we find ourselves with only each other for company. Which I suppose my dad looks at as a good thing, but I like having him to myself occasionally. It reminds me why I like him so much. We can talk about anything, or we can just be together and that's enough. I don't always have to be kissing him, we don't always have to be doing something, we can just enjoy each other.

After four, I headed to the Holiday station to fill up with gas and then took Prince-y to his house. I started to notice that it was hard to turn left, but didn't really think anything of it, other than it was just a little odd. Prince and I are in the kitchen eating chips and salsa when his mom comes in from the garage.

"Cinderella," she says, "Your front right tire is looking low."

Well, earlier that day my own mom said one of my tires looked low, but my dad checked it and thought it was fine, so I didn't really think much of her comment. A few moment later, Prince and I were walking out to my car so I could leave back to the 'Scow when I took one look at my right front tire and thought "no freaking way." Whipping out the handy cell phone in my pocket I dialed my dad. No answer. Dialed the house. Busy signal. Dialed my mom.

"Hello?"

"My tire's flat."

"You're tire's FLAT? Are you back at school?"

"No mom, I'm at Prince Charming's house."

"You're still with Prince Charming?"

"Yes, mom."

"What's up?" Dad's voice.

"The tires flat."

"How flat?"

"I don't know dad. Really flat."

"Okay, I'll be there soon." Click. Back inside Prince-y's house we have some dinner and wait for my dad to arrive. Once he gets there he fills the tire up enough that I can drive home with intent to just stay the night and come home on Monday morning after we fix the tire.

I pull into the driveway after I left Prince Charming who was worried beyond all reason and kept telling me to drive safe. Love you Honey. :-)

Dad waved at me to stop. He was on the cell with my mom, talking about switching cars and giving me the Yukon to drive after we hit up the gas station to finish filling up the tire with air. Dad hopped in the passenger side and we headed to the Exxon station by the highway. He hops out of the car and fills up the tire with air. Well, I'm sitting there, on a bench by the car, and I can hear this noise. It's coming from my car. Which is turned off.

I sit down by the tire. It sounds like air is escaping. Loudly. I don't know enough about tires to know if this is the tire or if this is from my car. "Umm Dad? It sounds like air is escaping from this tire." He walks back over to me and puts his ear down by the tire. Then he starts feeling around the tire to see if he can find where air is coming from. This rip in my tire has got to be huge.

He tells me to dive the car back home and park it in the garage. I take my gear and put it in his big blue Dodge truck and we head to church where my mom has her Yukon. The tire is leaking fast and furious and the spair is flat too. So we make the switch and I drive the Yukon XL down to the 'Scow. I didn't get out of town til after 6 o'clock, but I made it. On my way out of town I called my lovely Prince to give him the heads up that I was headed out of town. I hate calling people, but aside from my biological family, he is the only person that I will put my phobia aside and call. It's painful. I hate talking on the phone. But I do it. :-)

Anyway, that is my awesome Sunday. I made it back down to school just fine and bought myself a grape juice from the vending machines as a reward for a stressful day. Ha, ha.

Self Portrait - Week 15

I have so many pictures to choose from it's absolutely ridiculous. But I like this picture - it's one of my favorites.

Weekend Recap, anyone?

Friday's drive home was long, but much better than my rainy Sunday afternoon drive down. The sun was shining, the grass was green and I had kickin' awesome tunes to sing my lungs out with. I got to see the lovely Prince-y for an hour at the park before I had to leave him and drive to Spokane to see my lovely aunt and cousin Princess M.

Princess M is the most energetic seven year old I've ever met. She's entertaining and knows what she wants and just how she wants it. And let me tell you, she wants it all and she wants it delivered. But I love her anyway. :-)

I spent the entire weekend with this amazing little girl who, I must confess, drove me absolutely nuts. In a good way. She taught me a lot about parenting. A ton. Like an elephant load. I felt like mommy for the weekend - which was both exciting and a little nerve racking, but also very enjoyable, rewarding and educating.

You see, my lovely little cousin sufferes from only child princess of the world syndrome. She comes from a life where it's 'all about me' and I grew up in really an opposite sort of life - one where I wanted to believe it was all about me, but knowing at the same time that it very much wasn't. And I don't live with Princess M all the time, obviously, so I don't know her basic routines or really how she does a lot of what she does - but I know one thing, and that's that I don't like how she bosses people around. If that's one thing that annoys me, it's her bossiness. I don't take orders from a 7 year old. I barely tolerate orders from 47 and 50 year old parents. Now, I have to listen to some of what Princess says though, simply because it is her house and I don't know how a lot of things go down, but in spite of her bossiness, she is also good at listening.

Saturday we spent with my grandparents who live just across town from the lovely Princess M. We kind of invited ourselves over for lunch, but I LOVE to see my grandparents and visit with them and M just adores her Papa, so they graciously let us invade their home for a few hours. I watched in amazment at how bossy M could be.

"Grandma, clean this up!" M said in reference to a wet countertop she wanted to climb up on.

"Excuse me? We don't talk to Grandma that way. You can clean the counter up yourself," I tell her.

"Okay," she sighs as if greatly inconvenienced. She grabs a papertowel and cleans up the water.

"You can't climb up there M," Grandma warns. M listens. Good girl. :-)

We spent the rest of the afternoon after lunch out in the back yard doing flips. Using my AWESOMELY EPIC past gymnast SKILLS THAT KILL, I flipped and flopped around that backyard like it was nobody's business. And now, today, I am paying the price with sore achey muscles that haven't been used in years. That being said, I am so proud I can still actually DO all that stuff I learned when I was younger. It's like riding a bike kinda - it doesn't really go away :-)

After we got home from the grandparents, Princess M insists on walking to the store for a soy steamer. She doesn't really tell me where the store is, other than it's really close to her house. I'm really hesitant to go because I don't know where we're headed - I'm thinking espresso stand in a parking lot? Princess tries to tell me that I don't have to go because she very well knows the way and has been there plenty of times. I keep asking her if she's really walked to this place before, and she keeps telling me yes. Finally I consent to the escapade and down the street we go.

Princess M tells me that she's walked this way with her mom before. I have a hard time believing this because I know my aunt and I know my cousin. But if in fact it is true that Auntie walked with Princess to this store, then it must be close? Right? Well, we get to the bottom of the hill and around the corner. You can see down the street pretty well, but there is no espresso stand in my line of view.

"Are you sure you know where we're going?" I ask the Princess.

"OF COURSE I do," she states matter-of-factly. "I've been there a hundred, no, a THOUSAND times!"

"If you say so," I say with a half sigh. We get farther down the street, and I'm still not seeing anything. We're starting to approach a busier street that I'm not so thrilled about walking on. So I turn to M again and ask her for the hundreth time if she's really walked to this store because it seems REALLY far away for her seven year old legs to walk.

"I'm sure. It's just up here a little farther. Like FEET away! We don't even have to cross the street!" She assures me. By this time we've already walked pretty far, so even though my head is screaming at me to go back and get the car, the logic says we've got to be almost there, so a car would be pointless really.

So we get up to the busy street, and it turns out there is a path off in the grass and we don't actually have to walk on the street. "This seems really far away from your house," I say to Princess M.

"No, I've walked this way before," she says again. I sigh. What else can I do? She's already dragged me this far. Ha, ha. Well, then she wants to pretend that we are poor. I'm the mommy and she's the kid and we only have enough money for a few groceries. Princess M goes into poor little girl mode and starts talking with a funny accent that somewhat sounds like a bad British impersonation. But it makes me laugh, so I go along with her story.

We get to the store, which is like a half a mile away, and Princess M walks right up to the Starbuck's counter to order her soy steamer. The guy behind the counter is kind of cute and a little flirty, but Princess M does most of the talking. About how we walked to the store. We walked out of the store a few minutes later with a kid's soy steamer and tall vanilla bean frapp. Delish.

Then we make our treck back home and Princess M managaes to spill the contents of her purse on the pine needle laiden path. She gets a little frustrated because she had told me to carry her purse. But the trip was her idea and I figured she could carry her own purse. She's 7 - she can handle it. So I hold her empty soy steamer cup for her as she picks up her silver coins from the ground. We scan the area to make sure we didn't miss any and I hand her back her cup. She has two hands. She's fine.

We get back to her neighborhood and one of her friends is out on the lawn jumping on a trampoline. M wants to play too, so I take her purse and empty cup and head to her house. Huge sigh of relief as I plop my lazy bum down on the couch and rest while my energetic cousin is now someone else's joy for a few minutes.

Not a half hour later does my aunt and uncle and their crew show up for dinner. Talk about amazing timing. So I'm sitting on the couch talking to my aunt about our day so far, and come to find out that Princess M has NEVER walked to the store EVER. They always take the car. What a trickster I have for a cousin. :-) None-the-less, it was good excersize for us. Ha, ha.

Then I had to give the Princess a bath. She played in the tub with her toys for a half hour and then I had to wash her hair. This is an adventure for me, because I only remember having my hair washed by my mother before I had to take over the task and wash my own hair. But it wasn't too hard to figure out.

Princess M had to have her hair combed because she said it would dry faster. So I combed her long blonde curly locks for a few minutes until there were no tangles. Then I told her to put her pajamas on. So she went into her room and I went into the room where I was sleeping because it has a computer and I was chatting with Prince Charming on ebuddy (dot) com. Princess M peeked her head in through the doorway and told me she didn't want to put her pajamas on while her hair was still wet. I was not about to let her run around clad in just her underwear and promptly told her that she needed to put some clothes on. This greatly displeased her and she went off to her room pouting.

I could hear her openly sobbing in her bedroom, so I went to check on her and make sure that she was really only just upset about the pajamas and not physically hurt. Her tear streaked face said it all.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Huge overly dramatic sob.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting the bed ready."

"Put your pajamas on please. I'll let you talk to Prince Charming if you quite crying." Immediate perk up. The pajamas slide on and the tears subside quick as they came.

"How do we talk to Prince Charming on the computer? Can we hear his voice?"

"No, we type to him and he types back." This greatly amused her, sitting on my lap typing to my boyfriend who is just awesome enough to engage in her little girl anticts. He is amazing if he is anything at all. And then Princess wanted to hear his voice, so he called my cell. Princess M could barely contain her giggles. And then I sent her off to bed.

And today's recap will have to wait until tomorrow because this post seems long enough. Anyway, I hope you all had a totally fab weekend. :-)

Pushing Daisies

Okay, so they're not daisies. Get over it. Okay, okay, so I'm not pushing them either. But this is all beside the point, people! What's the point you ask? The point is simple. The point is the fact that FLOWERS are BLOOMING and there is NO SNOW!

Those are some flowers in the garden outside the TLC. It warms my heart because I am in serious need of some nicer weather. Prince-y told me yesterday he was wearing shorts. I couldn't have been more jealous. I had to get up from my computer and stand in front of my window. My heart ACHED for warmer weather. First time that's ever happened to me. I think I could have cried. I just want it to be summer already.

And weird story - so I was walking back from English class this morning, and I had just turned up the staircase to head to the third floor of my building, when I pass this guy. He was wearing a blue shirt and a tie and some nice dress slacks. He was dressed like a few other people I have seen come and go from this building, so that's not why I had to do a double take on this particular fellow. No, no, my reason for the double take was what he had wrapped around his head. A black cloth. Right over his mouth.

What?

That's right. A black cloth. At first I was confused, and then I remembered something. Today is the 17th. A day of silence for something...it was on Facebook I think. I don't remember what we're supposed to be silent for, but this guy was really doing it. I'm too narcissistic and I like to talk too much to be silent for a whole day. Besides that I'm coming home today, and I'll be in Spokane with my cousin - Princess M - who is the most talkative 7 year old I know. Okay, so she might be the only 7 year old I know, but STILL!

Oh, and as far as my major is concerned, I think I'm really starting to work some stuff. I am going to switch my major - that is for sure. I just don't have the heart to do all the science credits that a nutrition major would need. So I have been looking at the Art majors because that seems WAY more me than a white lab coat. My mom came up with the idea of teaching because then I could work during the school year and photograph all summer. And I wanted to major in photography because that's what I seriously love.

SO as I was wandering around my school's College of Art and Architecture website I stumbled upon a degree that makes me feel like Hannah Montana. That's right - I would have the BEST of BOTH WORLDS. And you're jealous :-) I know. KIDDING! Well, just kidding about you being jealous and NOT about my awesome Hannah Montana-ness. Because this degree is art EDUCATION and I could put emphasis on photography. Plus if I switch to a regular art major that's a BA so a lot of my classes from this year won't transfer over. But! If I switch to an art edu major, then that's a BS and so a lot of my classes from this year WILL transfer. It's epic I tell you. Epic.

And that's really what's new with me. Now I just need to talk to an advisor so I can get crackin' on this new adventure. So later today it's a long drive to Hayden to see Prince Charming and visit my loves at track practice before heading to Spokane for the weekend to hang with Princess M til Sunday morning. :-)

Playlist On Crack

I have the strangest taste in music I think. I'll listen to just about anything unless it gives me a headache - then it has to leave. Basically the only music that gives me a headache is that stuff that my friends seem to like - you know, the kind where they don't actually sing but instead they scream at you? Yeah, I can't stand that. I've tried. I don't know how other people can listen to that. Ugh. Anywho, moving right along.

If you notice the music on my page, you'll notice it changes every so often. Songs come and go and you hear different types of music play in your ears. Or you just hate the music and turn it off so my noise doesn't distract you from my AWESOME WRITING SKILLS! Yeah, I know how you all work. I'm not fooled :-)

Well anyway, my new playlist is pretty much on crack. It has Avril Lavigne to Phillips, Craig & Dean. It has Jamie O'Neal and Goldfinger. I mean really. I was going to put some LIT on there, but I didn't know how many people would really appreciate that. It also has a lot of country on it too. I was raised with country music and to be honest, while I can respect that some people don't like it, I don't understand why. I can't imagine it would give you a headache like that screamo stuff does, but maybe I feel the same way for country that my friends feel for nasty screaming noise. :-) Ha, ha.

But if you want to know what type of music is REALLY on crack, just talk to my dad about his Larry Norman fixation. I swear to you, that music goes from happy to sad to wierd to crazy and back again. And the rhyming is ridiculously hilarious. There are some Larry Norman songs on my Crack Playlist if you care to listen to the awesome crack sound. Ha, ha. But there's one song on my dad's playlist and I don't remember what it's called, but there is part of this song where they sing NA NA NA NA NA NA NA!!! And in an effort to mock the song, I sang right along to the amusement of my parents. They proceeded to tell me that I was born in the wrong decade. Yeah, I'm cool.

Dirty 'Gyptians.

Slightly Obsessive

So my new obsession, because it changes on a fairly regular basis - just ask anyone who knows me - is a song. Runaway by Avril Lavigne. I'm addicted. I've been playing it over and over and over on YouTube because I'm afraid to try and steal it off limewire while I'm at school. Our school monitors those kinds of things and I'm not a fan of paying thousands of dollars because I downloaded a song without paying for it.

Anyway, I didn't even know this song existed until today. It started when I was listening to a podcast from church. The one from Feb 22 - that's the one Pastor R did title Craving Contentment. Anywho, I was looking for this one - even though I was actually IN church that day - because that's the day TO came to dance. Well, in my Dance 100 class, my grade isn't the best that it could be. SO in order to counteract the subawesomeness that is my grade, I opted for some extra credit. So I asked my Prof if I could write about TO and she said yes. So earlier today, about noon-ish, this was my mission.

I found the podcast just fine, but the problem with the podcast is that it's all audio and no visual. *sigh* So I go to the LCCC website to see if there was a video recording. I'm in luck - or at least I thought I was in luck. There was the link to the video for Craving Contentment except that it was really a lie becuase the video that popped up was NOT in fact Contentment. It was Pastor M with the week prior to's sermon. *huge sigh* Guess I'll have to go off memory about what exactly it looked like, but I have her interview from the podcast, so I can write about her motives. Go me!

Well then I am sitting there, extra credit paper mostly written, but I don't remember what song she danced to. Back to the internet. Pastor R says it's titled Beautiful and I'm thinking it's the Bethany Dillon song, but I have to find it now to make sure. Like my Prof is going to know the difference, but I feel like satisfying my curiousity and love of acuracy (haha, love of acuracy. that's a joke you see, because actually I will argue with you whether I'm wrong or not). Anyway, I find the song on playlist.com because i LOVE that cite and I've given up on myspace. Lately myspace only has pieces of songs or they'll have the link, but no song. Most of the time they have every song EXCEPT the one you want. But PlayList has more often than not had the song I'm looking for. But anyway, I digress...

So I find the song. And then I find another Bethany Dillon song I love - All I Need. I added that one to my playlist in the side bar if you care to listen. :-) Anyway, I have to back track a little before I can tell you the rest of the story. So I guess where I started from wasn't the best place to start? And then I suppose I actually lied to you when I said that it all started from the podcast. Sorry about that. Move on. Ha, ha. Anyway, I was Facebooking earlier because I am what people refere to as epically awesome (aka lame and lazy) and I took this FB Quiz to further proove my awesomeness. Well, the quiz was title 'what song are you?' and being the music junkie that I am thought "Oh awesome! Let's see what lame song it gives me?" I clicked the multiple choice answers and it spit out that I am indeed the song Hot by Avril Lavigne. See where I'm going with this?

So after I get my Bethany Dillon fix, I get all curious about this Avril song because I've never heard of it before. So I type in the song and artist and have me a listen. It's a good song I suppose, but that just got me in wont of more Avril because I like her voice. So I erase the song title from the search bar so that I get a plethora of Avril songs. Then I just start clicking random Avril songs because music junkie though I am, I'm not a religious follower of every artist out there and there's a fair chunk of music that I don't know even exists. Although I suppose by admitting that I don't know it exists that I'm really admitting it does exist because now it's been mentioned. How's that for brain warping? Ha, ha.

So I click Innocence. Not impressed. It's a little too slow right off the get-go. And I don't mean to offend here, if you like that song it's fine. But I was just in the mood for something a little more upbeat. I could have clicked Girlfriend, but in the interest of exposing myself to new and different sounds I was going for titles I didn't recognize. I clicked Why next, but that one was a little too slow for me also. What luck I was having!

And then I saw it. On the bottom of the second page. Runaway. Going off of my past experiences, I hesitated a little before clicking it, not really wanted to get a strike three with another slow song. But as the cursor hovered over the link, I decided to give it a try. And my ears were increadably pleased.

I mean, it's not everyday that you find a song that applies to your life basically to a T. Sometimes there are songs that just pop out of seemingly nowhere and say BOOM! HERE I AM TO RELATE YOUR LIFE! LOVE ME! And that's exactly what this song did. I've been feeling so overwhelmed by just about everything lately. I mean really. School is starting to finish up for the year so I have all these projects to do, and finals will be here before I know it. To top it off I have work and I juggle coming home weekends with schoolwork that usually waits til Sunday afternoon before I even look at it. Plus with registration for next year looming in front of my face, that adds even more pressure to the 'should i really stay with this major' angst that will not just go away.

And so when I heard this chorus, my heart smiled. My lips parted. My eyes lit up. And I drank it in. Because it's EXACTLY what I want to do RIGHT NOW.

I feel so alive
I can't help myself
Don't you realize?

I just wanna scream and lose control
Throw my hands up and let it go
Forget about everything and run away, yeah
I just wanna fall and lose myself
Laughing so hard it hurts like hell
Forget about everything and run away, yeah

And now I've been listening to it for the better part of my day. It makes me want to run outside. It makes me want to drive over the speed limit with all the windows down, music blaring and just forget about everything. It makes me want to leave this place and never look back. Just drop what I'm doing and get out of town.

I probably won't do that though, because the student in me knows that I need to stay here and finish out the year and that this summer I'm going to have work. But it's one of my greatest desires to one day flip a coin to determine my destination and take a trip with only left turns. Well, mostly left turns. Possibly I might sneak a few right turns in there - but I'm a rebel. :-)

What I Really Need Are Minions

Because if I had minions they could entertain me. They could do my homework. And they wouldn't complain. And they would also work for free.

And I would make them look like LOLcats and talk with really ridiculously bad grammar. Like this:







Okay, so I feel like I should talk a bit more about my day than just telling you all i wish I had minions. But I do. My brother and I...(I really should come up with code names for my sibs. I have TWO brothers and that can get kinda confusing. I just don't really know what to call them I guess, since my name is Cinderella and she didn't have brothers...nor are my siblings ugly or step. They're beautiful/handsome and definitely biologically related. Anyway, I suppose I'll try and work on coming up with some royal sounding names for the sibs in my life, but moving right along) my brother and I have a joke about minions, which is why today it was stuck in my head. Besides that I think somewhere in the deep recesses of my twisted stubborn mind I would really like to run an underground system and have minions carry out dirty deeds...like you know, take out the trash, go to the grocery store, fill the car up with gas, write my English essays...

I keep thinking about the future. I suppose that it has something to do with me being fed up with college and wishing I was out of here. I don't want to regret a decision that I make now because of how it will affect my future, but also if I could just skip this whole college business and get out where there is no homework or big exams to worry about on a regular basis, I wouldn't even think twice.

To me, there is so much more to life than college. There's so much more than learning how to give a speech, or what the square root of two divided three halves to the fifth power is. There's more than writing college essays and taking exams for courses that you have to pass even though you have no desire to learn them whatsoever. I realize that when I finally get out of here and live in the 'real world' and get a job, I'm going to have to do things I don't want to do. There's really no escaping it. But for what I would love to do with my life, I don't feel like this is really where I'm supposed to be. If it is where I'm supposed to be, would I hate it so much?

I just sit in my dorm room and procrastinate on my homework because I have no motivation. It's not fun. I don't look at this work and say "it's hard, but it's necessary and I'm going to do it" because to me it doesn't feel necessary. I'm slowly going crazy here. My brother would snort right there and laugh and tell me that I already am crazy, so it's a short trip. I'm inclined to agree. I am pretty crazy already. But this science and math stuff is driving over a cliff. I'm tired of it. I've dealt with math and science for the past 13 years and I don't want it anymore. I just want to learn what will actually apply to what I want to do with my life, I don't want to get caught up in the core subjects that are required of everyone so that the school can just have my money. Okay, so I'm sure the classes I'm taking now, the ones I took last semester and the ones I theoretically will be taking next semester all tie in somehow, but I'm losing my concept of exactly what these courses are supposed to do for me. My brain is done here.

Part of me wants a year off. Part of me wants to major in Photography. Part of me wants to skip everything and turn in to a hobo and travel across the world. And a big part of me knows that in order to have a future that I would actually like, I have to figure something out now that's going to help me get to there.

I'm kinda sorry for seeming to post about this so much, but writing it down helps me sort out my thoughts. Plus the input I get in my comments is reassuring. Anyway, thanks for letting me rant to you about stuff. What an ending to a post that started out so light hearted. :-)

Visions Of Pacman

Remember when I wrote about the pacman painting I saw on my way to meet with my English professor? Well I finally decided to get around to posting some pictures of it. I think it's just awesome, but the pictures don't really do it justice to its epicness. :-)

Anyway, there you have them. I don't remember the name of red ghost, or any of the ghosts for that matter - but I always enjoyed playing that dumb game. Ha, ha. I must admit though, I like the shadows of all the tree branches in these pictures. I'm pretty impressed with the quality of the pictures that I get from my cell phone. Granted, they aren't the BEST quality, but they most certainly aren't that bad either. Oh technology these days...

Clear As Mud

Tell me I'm normal. Tell me I'm common. That this wondering of what I'm supposed to do with the rest of my life is something everyone goes through. I like nutrition, I do. Promise. But the real question is do I like it enough still to do it for the rest of my life? I think that answer is no.

Researching more about photography on the University of Idaho's website, I found I can major in art with an emphasis on photography and digital imaging. Now that sounds fun. I emailed my advisor about it, and I emailed my parental units. My mom texted me this morning with the idea of using nutrition to become a PE teacher. Well, I would LOVE that too. But here's the catch. PE teachers are common. They are a dime a dozen and there are so many of them that there are not enough job openings for all the potential PE teachers out there in the world. Sorry Momma, I just don't think a PE teacher is going to happen. HOWEVER! That's not to say that I don't like the idea of teaching altogether. Because if I ended up becoming a teacher, I could work for nine months or so and then take pictures all summer. Which, I must confess, would be absolutely lovely.

However, I'm still waiting for my advisor to email me back. Switching from nutrition to art is practically a 180 degree flip. I don't know everything that it might take to get that done, which is what I'm hoping she can help me with.

Besides the lovely major questions, I have a speech to write, a paper to finish, math to start, a parking pass to obtain and a W2 to find. Thank the good Lord there's only one more month of this to go and then I can have three months or there about to spend at the beach in the warm sunshine-y goodness they have labeled as summer.

Blog About Nothing

I really don't feel like I have anything too terribly important to say, other than to just update you on my life. But I always feel weird just gabbing on about my weekend/day or so. I feel like I should have an interesting story to relay, or an opinion to tell (even though you probably don't agree with me), or pictures to show you all.

But anyway, my weekend was fine. I went to Spokane Thursday night and got a Denali from my grandparents so I can drive myself back and forth to the 'Scow. My dad said I was spoiled because it's a really nice car. I think I am spoiled - maybe not so much as other children, but more than others also too. As it is, I love driving that Denali. It sounds amazing and it handles nicely. It's really fun.

Saturday I spent a majority of the day outside...in the RAIN. I went to my high school's track meet to see a bunch of my old friends. I helped run the girl's pit for pole vault. That was an adventure. I spent four years competing, so I know how the pit works, but it was my first time really on the volunteer run the athletes side. My brother's best friend and I had the clipboard. He called out the girls' names and marked if they missed or passed. I helped call out names, I helped with the standards and cross bars...and this is all greek to you? Anyway, it was fun except for the fact that it was POURING on us the entire time. What was really fun though, was having Prince Charming experience it. He doesn't really know anything about track, and even though he spent the whole time under an umbrella freezing, I think he had a good time.

Then after the girls' pole vault was finished, I loaded up my brother's BFF and Prince-y and we drove to my brother's other friend's house to pick up two more boys. Whew. That is kinda confusing. Anyway, then we headed over to the brother's soccer game and watched the second half. Our boys scored two points close to the end of the half to win the game 2-0. Woohoo! Prince Charming and I spent the entire half wrapped up in a blanket because not only was it still RAINING LIKE NO OTHER but it was windy too. I could hear Prince's teeth chattering in my ear. After the game we went home to get warm and then headed out with my parents on some errands. I went to Prince Charmin's house where we had dinner and watched a movie.

Easter was spent in Spokane at my aunt's house. We had prime rib, yams and asperagus and we had a huge Easter egg hunt. It was nice and fun and good. They had over 200 eggs and there were seven of us kids (yea, I count as a kid. Lord knows I'm short enough to count hahaha). But there's always one egg that is the 'golden egg' and it holds the amazing twenty dollar bill. This year it was mine! :-) Go me!

I feel like I'm rambling.

I drove home in the Denali through the pouring rain and here I am in the 'Scow typing away on my computer when I should be finishing up my homework for tomorrow. But I don't want to do anything. The weekend just isn't long enough and this week is going to be another busy one with a research paper due and a speech to give. I'm really beginning to hate college. How unfortunate.



OKAY so, Prince Charming read my post and told me that I forgot to mention something of slight importance. He told me I forgot to mention exactly HOW we got in the meet - because we didn't pay. I still have my old track warm ups and state sweatshirts. So I dressed in an old state sweatshirt and my track warm up pants. I looked the part :-) However, Prince-y is not an athlete. He didn't have sweats to throw on to look similar to me. Lucky for him I brought the top to my warm ups just so he could wear it. Ha, ha. This is because we are both poor college students and can't afford to pay to get in. Besides that I know practically everyone and we were going to help with pole vault. Anyway, the warm up top fits him, but just barely. However, I thought he looked ridiculously cute it in and it's further proof that he should wear more blue and less brown. :-) So there you have it - my act of rebellion for the weekend. ha, ha.

Things That Make Me Sick

Okay, really. There are plenty of things out there that make me sick - and not just the rhinovirus or whatever it is that causes the common cold and sore throats. Perhaps sick may not be the right word, but disgusted, upset, angry, annoyed, irritated...those words all fit too for this list. And I say list, when really it's just a few things. Mainly one big thing that is "all the rage" right now that I simply can NOT stand. Ugh.

Twilight. Can someone PLEASE explain to me why women OF ALL AGES are completely obsessed with a 107 year old vampire stuck in the body of a 17 year old boy? I'm sorry. I'm SO SICK and DISGUSTED of hearing anything to do with Twilight/New Moon/any of the other book titles that I'm too upset to name and plus I don't care enough to know those titles. Twilight is everywhere! It's sick. You people need a new hobby. Okay, sorry, that may have come off a little harsh. But I think it's ridiculous that grown women are obsessing over a sparkly vampire. I watched the movie people - I wasn't that impressed.

And I don't think it would be so bad if I didn't read about it EVERYWHERE. On MySpace it's all over their BumperSticker app (gag me) and it's all over Facebook's Pieces Of Flair. It's everywhere on PhotoBucket. And NOW of all things GROWN WOMEN ARE WRITING ABOUT IT IN THEIR BLOGS. *sigh*

I apologize for offending everyone because I know that all of you are probably just as crazily obsessed with Twilight as the next person. But I for one can't STAND it. I just can't. Keep your Twilight-y thoughts to yourself and your Twilight obsessed friends. I don't want to read about it everywhere.

It's like Obama. You ask people why they liked him and no one could give you a straight answer. Just that they liked him and "what he stood for." However, you had no idea what he stood for other than "change." Whoop diddy frikken doo. Change. Change happens all the time. It's inevitable (except from vending machines). But really. I feel like this is the same thing with Twilight. Why do you like Twilight? "I don't know. I just do. He's SO HAWT" *over dramatic obnoxious sigh* me: *gag*

And all those things that say Edward is raising the standard for future boyfriends? Cut it out. Really. My boyfriend is just fine thankyouverymuch. I don't need a sparkly vampire when I have Prince Charming. And by Prince Charming I mean prince CHARMING because Prince-y seriously rocks. He's hilarious, he almost always knows exactly what to say, and he's cute to top it all off.

Some of you are scoffing "She just doesn't understand because she hasn't read the books" and you're right. And you know what else? I don't plan on reading the books. I just want the whole things to disappear. Go underground. Where all you vampire lovers can indulge to your hearts content. On second thought, maybe I'll just go underground and save you all the trouble since after this post there is going to be an angry mob with pitchforks out to steal my soul. *heavy sigh* That's what I get for making my opinion public though I suppose. Judge me if you will.

Rant Over.
For now...
I hope...

Vandal Art and Useless Bits Of Fluff

Walking to my meeting with my English teacher this morning, I passed some art on the sidewalk. Someone has painted a pacman senario on the sidewalk leading to Polya Lab and Brink Hall and The Commons. I tried to get a picture of it, but it was too big to fit the whole thing on my cell phone camera's screen. Tragedy, I know. Perhaps tomorrow I'll snag a picture for you curious george's out there. :-)

On the wall of the TLC building - no, not Tender Love Car or Ten Less Candles, sorry :-) - the words "Do You See?" were written in yellow. Our school mascot isn't the vandals for nothing. Ha, ha, ha. Anyway, that did make me think. Do I see? Do I see what? What am I looking for? In life? Just to live. To be adventurous. To live a God-honoring life. Do you see? Do I see? Do WE see?

And then walking out of Dance 100 this morning, I saw this interesting drawing. I thought it was funny and entertaining, so I whipped out my trusty cell phone and took a picture. Too cute in my opinion.

As for the rest of today - I have been so busy I've hardly had time to just breathe. I was up at 7 working on that dumb teleportation paper I'm writing for English 102. It's funny though because my teacher seems to be impressed with how it's coming along. I think that in itself is hilarious because I really only worked two days on it so far and we've had like...a month. But I work better under pressure. That actually gives me a reason to do something. If I have a whole bunch of time I always think, "oh, I have time. I can do it later." Wrong way to think - I know. Don't preach at me, it's how I operate.

Then I had Dance at 10:30. And since I'm going back to Hayden tomorrow I'm going to miss our studio time on Friday. Which is horribly tragic because that's the reason I go to class in the first place. The friday studio sessions are the reason I signed up for that class. But when you don't have a car, you're dependent on other people for rides back and forth and since both Belle AND Sleeping Beauty are coming back tomorrow, I am left with no choice. *huge overly dramatic sigh*

Then I had math at 11:30 and I worked from 1 to 5. I had to close by myself again, and it took me a whole hour again, but I've heard that an hour is normal. I'm just hoping I did everything right again. But I made about $3.50 in tips so I was happy. Tips vary a great deal for me, and I know to some people that $3.50 is a terrible tip, but trust me, there are days where I get maybe 50 cents. So I'll take my three bucks thankyouverymuch. :-)

On a brighter note I got an A on my math quiz. However, my letter to the creator of math still stands. With all my epic hate rays focusing on him/her for all eternity. I simply can NOT wait until this semester is over. But I don't know what I'm going to do next semester. I'm seriously considering switching my major - but it appears there is not a lot of photography offered here at U of I. Maybe it's a sign? I don't know. I don't want to take the 'easy' way out anymore, but I also don't want to take a whole bunch of science classes either. This weekend will be serious debates and conversations with my parents and time spent seriously researching this idea. Just saying.

Anyway, it's 11 and I should probably go to sleep soon. :-)