I've been in the business of applying for jobs lately. I put in an application with Hands To Art, Kootenai Coffee and Starbucks and now I'm about to put in an application for Twinlow Summer Camp.
I filled out the Twinlow application yesterday and then Prince Charming helped me fill out the rest today. Then I transfered it all over to a newly printed application for the BEST impression I could manage. I have filled out so many applications that my hand cramps at the sight of one. Okay, okay - that might not be completely true, but seriously. There's a lot of information I have given out in the past week and it's all handwritten! My fingers hurt just thinking about filling out another application.
But I am hoping to get this Twinlow Day Camp job because it's working with kids. Since I changed my major to Art Education, I think that working at a summer camp with kids will be a good experience. Besides that, I need a job and this sounds fun as well as something that is right up my alley.
So I emailed the camp director to see if the position I'd heard about was still available. I haven't heard back from him, but I'm thinking I will have by tomorrow morning. I could have been done after I emailed him - but Prince-y wasn't satisfied. He kept telling me that I should call because I would get a response faster.
And for those of you who know me - I have a serious fear of the phone. Like it's something that should be diagnosed. I'm not even kidding either. When I was 15 I had to call someone to make an appointment to take my skills test for my driver's lisence and I was so scared to call about it, that I would walk around the house with the phone in my hand trying to get the nerve to dial the number on the piece of paper in my other hand.
I avoid using the phone unless absolutely necessary or I've known the person for a better part of my life. And sometimes even that doesn't cut it.
But my point is that I HATE the telephone WITH A PASSION.
It's a bit ridiculous I know.
I'm even scared to call people who's JOB it is TO ANSWER A PHONE. It's just scary. Period.
My fingers tremble. My heart races. My breathing accellerates. I pray no one answers. I HOPE that I get an answering machine.
So this afternoon my boyfriend made me pick up the phone and call Twinlow. I cringed. I threw a six year old temper tantrum. I laid on the living room floor and didn't want to budge. I'm SURE Prince-y was REALLY RIDICULOUSLY IMPRESSED with my childish behavior.
He drug me downstairs and found the phone number for the camp on the internet.
I held my cell phone in my trembling hands and tried to not to hate him for what he was making me do. He wrote out what to say should someone pick up the phone. And it worked also if I got an answering machine. My stomach started to hurt. My temples felt like they were going to implode.
I dialed the number with an elevated pulse. Letting out shaky breaths, the phone began to ring. I closed my eyes and opened them again. Still ringing.
"Please be an answering machine," I said out loud. Prince Charming just smiled at me and gave a half laugh as I sat in my cold metal chair, bare feet propped up on the counter top. I could see the computer screen behind Prince and I mentally went over the words as the phone continued to ring my ear.
I took a deep breath to try and steady my frantic nerves. I have no idea what I'm so scared of calling places/people/other planets, but I so totally am. Terrified.
The answering machine picks up. I sigh a breath of relief and shift positions in my chair. I press one to leave a voicemail.
"Hi, my name is Cinderella and..." I read what Prince Charming had written on the computer and left my cell number so that they can get a hold of me tomorrow before I drop off my application if the position is still open. And then I hang up.
I feel sick to my stomach, but at least the phone call is over.
It's funny because when I was working on campus, I got semi-comfortable with answering the phone at the counter, but when I was working for my parents that was something I refused to do. It's just an ongoing battle - Cinderella vs. The Phone. Who knows who will win this war, but I'm just glad that I got that darn phone call over with.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Breathe
It seems like lately everything has been go, go, go, but when I sit down to write a blog post I don't know what to say. So consequently I haven't posted anything. Sorry about that. I just seem to have been doing a lot lately - but it's all relatively mundane activities.
Like going to the store. Or cleaning the house.
My parents and The Keeper are gone for the second weekend in a row. The Keeper has a soccer deal over in Tacoma. It's the Showcase of Champions, and I think after this weekend is over his soccer will be done for a few months before the High School team starts back up.
So I've been here by myself with DP and CJ. It's been interesting. They are 13 and 11 and can fend mostly for themselves. Basically I'm just here to make sure they don't burn down the house and that they get fed at least once a day. But to be honest, I kind of like it. Makes me feel sort of like a mom - which I think I could get used to...just not at this time of my life. Does that make sense?
Anyway, yesterday was the busiest day I think I've had so far. I had a lot of errands to do, and I turned in my job applications to Starbucks and to a local coffee shop. We'll see if I hear anything back from them.
But asides from the occasional errand and meal planning event, I've spent a lot of time with Prince Charming. Which is good because he's leaving soon to work at a summer camp. He'll be gone all week and home for weekends, which is reverse of how it was while I was away at school.
We've been all around town. Downtown. To the beach. At his friends' houses. To the store. At my house. At his house. On walks. The Boardwalk. Couer d'Alene boasts the world's longest floating boardwalk and I think Prince-y and I have walked it at least three times since I've been back for summer vacation.
So I haven't really had time to slow down and take a breath. But at least I haven't been bored! ;)
Like going to the store. Or cleaning the house.
My parents and The Keeper are gone for the second weekend in a row. The Keeper has a soccer deal over in Tacoma. It's the Showcase of Champions, and I think after this weekend is over his soccer will be done for a few months before the High School team starts back up.
So I've been here by myself with DP and CJ. It's been interesting. They are 13 and 11 and can fend mostly for themselves. Basically I'm just here to make sure they don't burn down the house and that they get fed at least once a day. But to be honest, I kind of like it. Makes me feel sort of like a mom - which I think I could get used to...just not at this time of my life. Does that make sense?
Anyway, yesterday was the busiest day I think I've had so far. I had a lot of errands to do, and I turned in my job applications to Starbucks and to a local coffee shop. We'll see if I hear anything back from them.
But asides from the occasional errand and meal planning event, I've spent a lot of time with Prince Charming. Which is good because he's leaving soon to work at a summer camp. He'll be gone all week and home for weekends, which is reverse of how it was while I was away at school.
We've been all around town. Downtown. To the beach. At his friends' houses. To the store. At my house. At his house. On walks. The Boardwalk. Couer d'Alene boasts the world's longest floating boardwalk and I think Prince-y and I have walked it at least three times since I've been back for summer vacation.
So I haven't really had time to slow down and take a breath. But at least I haven't been bored! ;)
Fix It Friday 15
Fridays are good photo editing days :)
Here are my edits for this week's photo over at I Heart Faces.
First Edit:
Second Edit:
Third Edit:
So head on over to I Heart Faces and see the other entries for Fix It Friday!
Here are my edits for this week's photo over at I Heart Faces.
Original Photo:
First Edit:
Second Edit:
Third Edit:
So head on over to I Heart Faces and see the other entries for Fix It Friday!
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Good With Intent To Be Great...or dare I say awesome?
Robin Hood (whom I may consider re-naming as The Keeper) is gone this weekend for a soccer tournament in Pocatello. They won their game yesterday 4-0 and lost today 2-1, but I hear from Momma that Robin Hood played an amazing game despite the loss. Which isn't a surprise because he usually plays well.
This weekend though, has been an interesting one so far. The Parents and Robin Hood left early friday morning - and by early I mean about o'dark o'clock, and by that I mean that they left while I was still sleeping aka dead to the world. CJ, DP and I thought we'd have the house to ourselves until Sunday when my dad's aunt and her husband were going to show up, but SURPRISE! They got here yesterday afternoon while we were in Spokane visiting my mom's sister.
So we had my great uncle's nephew and his family over for dinner and they stayed until late chatting it up like no other in the back yard. And it's no surprise either since they haven't seen each other for about 14 years and had a lot of catching up to do. I have to admit, it was really nice to meet some extended family that lives in the area. And my fatty pig dog was friendly as ever making her way from person to person sniffing them for food. :)
Today we cleaned the house. This included doing the dishes in the kitchen, swiffering and mopping the kitchen floor, vaccuumming the living and family rooms, folding blankets, my sister tearing the sheets off of her bed and figuring out how to put clean ones on, and CJ mowing the back yard. Whew. I'm actually really proud of that list considering I didn't really think we'd get anything done since my parents are gone. But we did a good job getting the chores completed without screaming fighting death matches between my two younger sibs who haven't been getting along like two peas in a pod lately.
DP got a call from a friend, and after she swiffered and mopped the stairs, I drove her down the street to jump on a new huge trampoline for a few hours. CJ and I decided we wanted to go to the park and then get some ice cream. So we drove downtown and had a photoshoot. I was trying to do some sillouhette (wow that's spelled horribly) pictures for the I Heart Faces contest, but I don't think I really accomplished that. However, CJ enjoyed himself beyond all reason. He's quite the little model if I do say so myself. It was a total blast. So then I rewarded him with some good ole Cold Stone Creamery ice cream. Delish.
And then I picked up an application to Starbucks on the way home. So we'll see if I have more luck with that one than I did with the other. *sighs*
This evening I'm eating dinner with Prince Charming and his family while CJ and DP will be here eating Sahara cheese pizza and watching a movie. My great aunt and uncle decided to hit up Sandpoint today, so I don't know when they'll be back, but at least they are out having fun. Which seemed to be today's goal.
Today has been a good day with intent to become even greater. :)
This weekend though, has been an interesting one so far. The Parents and Robin Hood left early friday morning - and by early I mean about o'dark o'clock, and by that I mean that they left while I was still sleeping aka dead to the world. CJ, DP and I thought we'd have the house to ourselves until Sunday when my dad's aunt and her husband were going to show up, but SURPRISE! They got here yesterday afternoon while we were in Spokane visiting my mom's sister.
So we had my great uncle's nephew and his family over for dinner and they stayed until late chatting it up like no other in the back yard. And it's no surprise either since they haven't seen each other for about 14 years and had a lot of catching up to do. I have to admit, it was really nice to meet some extended family that lives in the area. And my fatty pig dog was friendly as ever making her way from person to person sniffing them for food. :)
Today we cleaned the house. This included doing the dishes in the kitchen, swiffering and mopping the kitchen floor, vaccuumming the living and family rooms, folding blankets, my sister tearing the sheets off of her bed and figuring out how to put clean ones on, and CJ mowing the back yard. Whew. I'm actually really proud of that list considering I didn't really think we'd get anything done since my parents are gone. But we did a good job getting the chores completed without screaming fighting death matches between my two younger sibs who haven't been getting along like two peas in a pod lately.
DP got a call from a friend, and after she swiffered and mopped the stairs, I drove her down the street to jump on a new huge trampoline for a few hours. CJ and I decided we wanted to go to the park and then get some ice cream. So we drove downtown and had a photoshoot. I was trying to do some sillouhette (wow that's spelled horribly) pictures for the I Heart Faces contest, but I don't think I really accomplished that. However, CJ enjoyed himself beyond all reason. He's quite the little model if I do say so myself. It was a total blast. So then I rewarded him with some good ole Cold Stone Creamery ice cream. Delish.
And then I picked up an application to Starbucks on the way home. So we'll see if I have more luck with that one than I did with the other. *sighs*
This evening I'm eating dinner with Prince Charming and his family while CJ and DP will be here eating Sahara cheese pizza and watching a movie. My great aunt and uncle decided to hit up Sandpoint today, so I don't know when they'll be back, but at least they are out having fun. Which seemed to be today's goal.
Today has been a good day with intent to become even greater. :)
Friday, May 22, 2009
Awe-Summmm Award
Michelle at Lollypops and Lizards tagged for an award, so I figured I should get around to posting about it, because I have to list seven reasons why I'm Awe-Summm :-)
So here are the rules:
List 7 things that make you Awe-Summm and then pass the award on to 7 bloggers you love.Make sure to tag the recipients and let them know they have won! Also link back to the Queen that tagged you.
7 things that make me awesome:
So here are the rules:
List 7 things that make you Awe-Summm and then pass the award on to 7 bloggers you love.Make sure to tag the recipients and let them know they have won! Also link back to the Queen that tagged you.
7 things that make me awesome:
- God
- My family
- Prince Charming
- My friends
- My sense of humor
- My independence
- My love of writing
- Cyndi @ Just My Humble Opinion
- Suki @ Back At Home
- Kendra @ Carpe Diem
- Paige @ Reves Plaisants
- Artelios @ Nipperized
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Looking Forward
It still doesn't feel like summer vacation. And I also still am in the job hunt race. I haven't heard back from Hands To Art like I was really hoping I would - so today I think I'm off to Starbucks because I know they are always taking applications. Hopefully I'll find something here soon so that when Prince Charming leaves me for the summer camp he's working at, I won't be too bored while he's gone.
We have seen a lot of each other since I've been home from school.
And I love it.
And I love him. A lot.
Anyway, moving right along, looking forward. Yes. Forward. The Future. *ahem* I am excited for it. Next semester I should hopefully be taking classes that I may actually like and want to exceed in for once. Namely my art classes. I'm a little nervous for those because I haven't taken an art class in a while. But I keep up with my sketchbook and since I've started dating Prince-y, I draw a lot more than I used to.
Mom says she thinks I'll be fine. It'll all come back to me. I think she's right, but there's really only one way to find out, you know?
Except that I just want to be done with school. I really do. I want to be done with papers and essays and tests. I want to be done with big projects and finals and homework. But I still have three years ahead of me. At least.
But at least when I graduate I'll have the qualifications to do something that I've pretty much wanted to do my entire life. Teach. Even when I was a nutrition major, I still knew that a dietician ultimately teaches people about their bodies, food, and eating correctly. So my drive to instruct has really never left.
I just never thought I'd teach art.
Anywho, I do think that I can complete this degree. It's a huge switch from nutrition to be an art education major, but I'm looking forward to it. I'm also looking forward to having Prince there next year. And possibly when I'm a senior, The Keeper could be there also. Which reminds me...
The Keeper, The Mechanic, DP, Mom and I were all having a conversation about their bloggy nicknames because they don't really fit with my whole 'castle princess courtyard' deal that I have going on with everyone else's names.
So here's what we're thinking:
The Keeper will become Robin Hood because that totally fits his personality.
The Mechanic will become the Court Jester because he's really hilarious and knows when to crack the perfect joke. He'll be CJ for short.
And we didn't know if we should change DP's name. She's not nuts about it, but we all think it's perfect for her. Well, my dad doesn't like it either because he thinks it shows favoritism for one daughter over the other which doesn't exsist in our household.
Oh, and I guess this makes my parents King and Queen. However, I think I'll still refer to them as Mom and Dad. :)
Oh yeah, and quick sidenote - this is my 150th post. Go me. :)
We have seen a lot of each other since I've been home from school.
And I love it.
And I love him. A lot.
Anyway, moving right along, looking forward. Yes. Forward. The Future. *ahem* I am excited for it. Next semester I should hopefully be taking classes that I may actually like and want to exceed in for once. Namely my art classes. I'm a little nervous for those because I haven't taken an art class in a while. But I keep up with my sketchbook and since I've started dating Prince-y, I draw a lot more than I used to.
Mom says she thinks I'll be fine. It'll all come back to me. I think she's right, but there's really only one way to find out, you know?
Except that I just want to be done with school. I really do. I want to be done with papers and essays and tests. I want to be done with big projects and finals and homework. But I still have three years ahead of me. At least.
But at least when I graduate I'll have the qualifications to do something that I've pretty much wanted to do my entire life. Teach. Even when I was a nutrition major, I still knew that a dietician ultimately teaches people about their bodies, food, and eating correctly. So my drive to instruct has really never left.
I just never thought I'd teach art.
Anywho, I do think that I can complete this degree. It's a huge switch from nutrition to be an art education major, but I'm looking forward to it. I'm also looking forward to having Prince there next year. And possibly when I'm a senior, The Keeper could be there also. Which reminds me...
The Keeper, The Mechanic, DP, Mom and I were all having a conversation about their bloggy nicknames because they don't really fit with my whole 'castle princess courtyard' deal that I have going on with everyone else's names.
So here's what we're thinking:
The Keeper will become Robin Hood because that totally fits his personality.
The Mechanic will become the Court Jester because he's really hilarious and knows when to crack the perfect joke. He'll be CJ for short.
And we didn't know if we should change DP's name. She's not nuts about it, but we all think it's perfect for her. Well, my dad doesn't like it either because he thinks it shows favoritism for one daughter over the other which doesn't exsist in our household.
Oh, and I guess this makes my parents King and Queen. However, I think I'll still refer to them as Mom and Dad. :)
Oh yeah, and quick sidenote - this is my 150th post. Go me. :)
Monday, May 18, 2009
Updated Life Stories From The Girl On Summer Vacation
Holy WOW! I have not posted anything for a while and I have a bunch of new posts on my blogroll to read since I've left cyberworld for the weekend to spend some much needed bonding time with the Prince of my life. We have watched movies, we have been to the beach, we have been to church and we have picnicked on a blanket downtown at the park. We have been to Spokane and we have chatted with both of our families. And it seems that we have been going non stop since I got home Friday afternoon from school.
The move went pretty smoothly. We got all of my dorm room packed away in my grandparents' Denali and my mom and dad's Yukon XL and it wasn't even hard. The Keeper and Prince-y came along with my parents to help move things down to the cars - but according to Dad they didn't work as hard as he was hoping they would have. Go figure. ;-)
Saturday I spent doing household chores in the morning - like mowing the lawn. Then Saturday night I was with my man
Okay, quick side note. I hate verizon. Apparently if you are married a man for 21 years, your name is on the account and the bill comes addressed to you, you are STILL not authorized to call and turn off the voicemailbox that came with your upgrade.
HOW can this be? When my mom is the one that SET UP the account, she has handled everything since the account was created and thestupid idiot phone call customer talker-toer person (man where is my vocabulary right now?) tells you that they can't let you change anything or even discuss the bill with you (even though you pay it on a regular basis) because you are not authorized?
I have a special F word for what I'd like to say to stupid ignorant people like that. I don't understand. You can't explain anything because your grasp of the English language is ZERO and you're smarts are somewhere that even the greatest world explorer known to man kind could not even attempt to begin to locate with his state of the art GPS. UGH. You people make me want to pull my hair out. I don't want to get older and be on my own if I have to deal with stupid incompetant people LIKE YOU. Go back to the warm hole you crawled out of and leave bigger issues, like stupid voicemail boxes, to those of us who understood God when He said "Brains?" and we didn't think "Planes?" and say "No thanks, I'll take the train."
Idiots.
*sighs*
Okay, anyway, the weekend? Shall we?
Saturday night we watched The Keeper's soccer game which ended in a tie, I wrestled with The Keeper's best friend, and we had barbeque for dinner. Delish. Sunday morning the Keeper had another soccer game, so DP, The Mechanic, Prince Charming and I went to church sans the parents - who were at the game.
And then Prince and I hit up Spokane for Prince's much needed aquiration of some new t-shirts for work. After we got back to town, the afternoon was spent being lazy at the beach downtown eating our pizza pockets and consuming our totally-bad-for-you-but-so-tasty-you-don't-care energy drinks.
But after we decided to cease our sun exposure, we headed to Prince Charming's house to watch Terminator 2 and eat grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup. Yum.
So thus has my weekend ended and now I'm off for a day with the mother whilst I wait to hear back about my application to the local pottery shop for a summer job so I can buy my much coveted by The Keeper Mitsubishi Lancer - if that's even how you spell it. I don't really know, I just want a car since I had to depart with my beloved Denali Saturday when my grandparents confiscated it for use of toting plants from the nursery to their Spokane Valley home.
Their yard better look awesome. :-)
Anyway, I'm glad to be home. And to NOT have to travel back to the 'Scow for school until late August. *big cheesy grin*
The move went pretty smoothly. We got all of my dorm room packed away in my grandparents' Denali and my mom and dad's Yukon XL and it wasn't even hard. The Keeper and Prince-y came along with my parents to help move things down to the cars - but according to Dad they didn't work as hard as he was hoping they would have. Go figure. ;-)
Saturday I spent doing household chores in the morning - like mowing the lawn. Then Saturday night I was with my man
Okay, quick side note. I hate verizon. Apparently if you are married a man for 21 years, your name is on the account and the bill comes addressed to you, you are STILL not authorized to call and turn off the voicemailbox that came with your upgrade.
HOW can this be? When my mom is the one that SET UP the account, she has handled everything since the account was created and the
I have a special F word for what I'd like to say to stupid ignorant people like that. I don't understand. You can't explain anything because your grasp of the English language is ZERO and you're smarts are somewhere that even the greatest world explorer known to man kind could not even attempt to begin to locate with his state of the art GPS. UGH. You people make me want to pull my hair out. I don't want to get older and be on my own if I have to deal with stupid incompetant people LIKE YOU. Go back to the warm hole you crawled out of and leave bigger issues, like stupid voicemail boxes, to those of us who understood God when He said "Brains?" and we didn't think "Planes?" and say "No thanks, I'll take the train."
Idiots.
*sighs*
Okay, anyway, the weekend? Shall we?
Saturday night we watched The Keeper's soccer game which ended in a tie, I wrestled with The Keeper's best friend, and we had barbeque for dinner. Delish. Sunday morning the Keeper had another soccer game, so DP, The Mechanic, Prince Charming and I went to church sans the parents - who were at the game.
And then Prince and I hit up Spokane for Prince's much needed aquiration of some new t-shirts for work. After we got back to town, the afternoon was spent being lazy at the beach downtown eating our pizza pockets and consuming our totally-bad-for-you-but-so-tasty-you-don't-care energy drinks.
But after we decided to cease our sun exposure, we headed to Prince Charming's house to watch Terminator 2 and eat grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup. Yum.
So thus has my weekend ended and now I'm off for a day with the mother whilst I wait to hear back about my application to the local pottery shop for a summer job so I can buy my much coveted by The Keeper Mitsubishi Lancer - if that's even how you spell it. I don't really know, I just want a car since I had to depart with my beloved Denali Saturday when my grandparents confiscated it for use of toting plants from the nursery to their Spokane Valley home.
Their yard better look awesome. :-)
Anyway, I'm glad to be home. And to NOT have to travel back to the 'Scow for school until late August. *big cheesy grin*
Friday, May 15, 2009
Fix It Friday 13
Today is my favorite day of the week. Not only am I moving back to my parent's house today as a result of the end of my second semester of college, but it is also Fix It Friday at I Heart Faces today.
So here is the original picture we were given to edit:
I played around with this edit for a long time experimenting with different crops and different colors. But in the end I decided to go with black and white and just leave the flowers the awesome pink color that I find so attractive.
This is my second edit:
To me the top of her head still looks a little flat, so I'm not completely satisfied, but nevertheless I still think it's a good photo. And a cute little girl to boot :)
So here is the original picture we were given to edit:
And here is my first edit:
I played around with this edit for a long time experimenting with different crops and different colors. But in the end I decided to go with black and white and just leave the flowers the awesome pink color that I find so attractive.This is my second edit:
To me the top of her head still looks a little flat, so I'm not completely satisfied, but nevertheless I still think it's a good photo. And a cute little girl to boot :)Thursday, May 14, 2009
Because We All Love Open Letters
Dear Neighbors,
It's quite hours. Please turn your thumping base down and do some studying. Or at least allow the rest of your hall-mates to do their own studying. Namely me. Because I am ALL important like...and stuff.
Annoyed,
The Girl Two Doors Down
***
Lovely Summer,
I've written you a lot. Why do you never reply? And now it's raining again and not at all my favorite type of weather because it's not even warm rain. Please help me out a little bit and deliver your famous sunshine package? I would die of happiness :)
Yours,
Someone Who Wants To See The Light
***
Dear Bratty-Attitude,
We have been too close lately, much to the displeasure of Princey. If you could leave and never return it would be much appreciated. Please find someone else to plague. Like perhaps my annoying neighbors down the hall? Oh well that might be a bad idea. They might decide if they were bratty to play their music even louder. Hmm, what to do, what to do?
Signed,
One Annoyed Chick
***
Dear Readers,
Thanks for following. :) I know I don't come by and leave all of you lots of commenty goodness like I probably should - but I just want you all to know that I still remember the days when I had two followers, and when it jumped to three I about fell over with excitment. To have currently 13 followers is a true blessing. Thank you all over and time a million.
LOVE,
Cinderella
It's quite hours. Please turn your thumping base down and do some studying. Or at least allow the rest of your hall-mates to do their own studying. Namely me. Because I am ALL important like...and stuff.
Annoyed,
The Girl Two Doors Down
***
Lovely Summer,
I've written you a lot. Why do you never reply? And now it's raining again and not at all my favorite type of weather because it's not even warm rain. Please help me out a little bit and deliver your famous sunshine package? I would die of happiness :)
Yours,
Someone Who Wants To See The Light
***
Dear Bratty-Attitude,
We have been too close lately, much to the displeasure of Princey. If you could leave and never return it would be much appreciated. Please find someone else to plague. Like perhaps my annoying neighbors down the hall? Oh well that might be a bad idea. They might decide if they were bratty to play their music even louder. Hmm, what to do, what to do?
Signed,
One Annoyed Chick
***
Dear Readers,
Thanks for following. :) I know I don't come by and leave all of you lots of commenty goodness like I probably should - but I just want you all to know that I still remember the days when I had two followers, and when it jumped to three I about fell over with excitment. To have currently 13 followers is a true blessing. Thank you all over and time a million.
LOVE,
Cinderella
Everyone's GONE!
It's Thursday. People in my hall are starting to disappear. At first I thought I was losing my marbles and went around asking random strangers if they could see me. And then I realized that people are just done with their finals, so they're packing up and moving out.
And I'm SO TOTALLY ANNOYED RIGHT NOW because someone on 4th floor has a thumping base and it's distracting. And I'm down on third floor, with my door shut and on the other side of the hall and I can STILL hear it. Even with my music on. And what's more annoying is that it's technically quiet hours right now so that people can study and they're still blaring their music. That's just upsetting.
My math final went alright last night. The multiple choice questions were okay, and I feel pretty confident about my answers. But the six questions at the end that were worth five points a piece? Yeah, I'm not so excited about those. And I'm just hoping that I did well enough to pass the class...
My psych final is tomorrow at ten in the morning and then it will be MY turn to blow this popsicle stand. Prince, The Keeper and my parents are coming down tomorrow afternoon to help me move out. I'm so excited to get out of here! I mean, yes I like living away from home and having my freedom - but I long for the warm summer days. For being at the beach in the afternoons. For being closer in proximety to my boyfriend of nearing six months who thinks I'm completely adorable even though I can be a total brat.
Oh, and I sold four of my text books today. And I got 70 dollars for them. 70 dollars and 25 cents actually. So now I just have three text books left but I think I can sell those online. Unless any of you dear readers could use a Math 108 book, a nutrition book or an English book? Any takers? No? I didn't think so ;)
Well anyway, this year is drawing to a quick close. I had my last day of work yesterday. My last final is tomorrow. I'm packing stuff up. My friends are leaving to their respective cities and towns. I sold books. I'm throwing away things I won't need anymore. It's hard to believe that come June 6 I will have been a high school graduate for a whole year. I remember thinking that I would never graduate and I'd just be stuck a kid forever. That dream seemed so distant, and now it's over and done with for a whole year. Crazy.
But now I need to go pick up some paychecks and study for psych. See if I can't pack anything else up. Woo! So exciting :)
And I'm SO TOTALLY ANNOYED RIGHT NOW because someone on 4th floor has a thumping base and it's distracting. And I'm down on third floor, with my door shut and on the other side of the hall and I can STILL hear it. Even with my music on. And what's more annoying is that it's technically quiet hours right now so that people can study and they're still blaring their music. That's just upsetting.
My math final went alright last night. The multiple choice questions were okay, and I feel pretty confident about my answers. But the six questions at the end that were worth five points a piece? Yeah, I'm not so excited about those. And I'm just hoping that I did well enough to pass the class...
My psych final is tomorrow at ten in the morning and then it will be MY turn to blow this popsicle stand. Prince, The Keeper and my parents are coming down tomorrow afternoon to help me move out. I'm so excited to get out of here! I mean, yes I like living away from home and having my freedom - but I long for the warm summer days. For being at the beach in the afternoons. For being closer in proximety to my boyfriend of nearing six months who thinks I'm completely adorable even though I can be a total brat.
Oh, and I sold four of my text books today. And I got 70 dollars for them. 70 dollars and 25 cents actually. So now I just have three text books left but I think I can sell those online. Unless any of you dear readers could use a Math 108 book, a nutrition book or an English book? Any takers? No? I didn't think so ;)
Well anyway, this year is drawing to a quick close. I had my last day of work yesterday. My last final is tomorrow. I'm packing stuff up. My friends are leaving to their respective cities and towns. I sold books. I'm throwing away things I won't need anymore. It's hard to believe that come June 6 I will have been a high school graduate for a whole year. I remember thinking that I would never graduate and I'd just be stuck a kid forever. That dream seemed so distant, and now it's over and done with for a whole year. Crazy.
But now I need to go pick up some paychecks and study for psych. See if I can't pack anything else up. Woo! So exciting :)
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Nearing The End
Huzzah for Wednesday! My math death 143 final is tonight at 7 o'clock. I have work from 1 to 5 this afternoon. I need to study. I need to pick up my paycheck from my boss. I'm sitting in my dorm room listening to Enrique and being amazed at how fast time passes.
In 11 days Prince and I will have been together for 6 months. In two days I'll be done with my first year of college.
My friendship with Belle is on the mend.
I'm starting to pack up my things to move back home.
I turned in my application for a summer job.
Yesterday I had dinner at Applebee's as an end of the year celebratory meal with Belle and Zelda.
Yesterday I fought with my boyfriend. And I think it was one of our very worst. And we don't fight often. Not that we really fight either. More like we're just angry at each other and then I say things that are mean and then he erupts at me. And I fully deserve his erruptions because I egg him on. Why? I'm not entirely sure. But I think I have a solution so it doesn't happen anymore.
But it was one of those nights where neither of us slept very well and when talked this morning it still felt a little awkward.
In two days though, I'll get to see him.
We don't really fight in person. It's only over the computer. Which I think is slightly funny in some weird, morbid way. I suppose that when we're together, if I get upset with him for something, he's right there to make it better. And he can put his arms around me, whereas on the computer physically touching me is slightly impossible.
Anyway, it's nearing 11 o'clock and I need to get studying formath death. I have reintroduce myself to log, ln, imaginary numbers, this weird e thing, powers, long division of polynomials, and other things that make me want to stab myself in the eye with a fork...
In 11 days Prince and I will have been together for 6 months. In two days I'll be done with my first year of college.
My friendship with Belle is on the mend.
I'm starting to pack up my things to move back home.
I turned in my application for a summer job.
Yesterday I had dinner at Applebee's as an end of the year celebratory meal with Belle and Zelda.
Yesterday I fought with my boyfriend. And I think it was one of our very worst. And we don't fight often. Not that we really fight either. More like we're just angry at each other and then I say things that are mean and then he erupts at me. And I fully deserve his erruptions because I egg him on. Why? I'm not entirely sure. But I think I have a solution so it doesn't happen anymore.
But it was one of those nights where neither of us slept very well and when talked this morning it still felt a little awkward.
In two days though, I'll get to see him.
We don't really fight in person. It's only over the computer. Which I think is slightly funny in some weird, morbid way. I suppose that when we're together, if I get upset with him for something, he's right there to make it better. And he can put his arms around me, whereas on the computer physically touching me is slightly impossible.
Anyway, it's nearing 11 o'clock and I need to get studying for
Monday, May 11, 2009
Conversations With God
I've grown up in a Christian household. I throw up little prayers to God throughout the day. Usually they're just about little things that I need His help with. Usually they are inconsequencial. But sometimes they are monumental. Sometimes they are all I can do to keep my sanity.
I've never heard God talk to me - and in fact I quite relate to the song Smell The Color 9 By Chris Rice. I know God listens, and I know he answers every prayer. Sometimes I know the prayer has been taken care of, and other times I have no idea what God is planning to do. But somehow I always feel a little better when I confess things to him.
One vacation I lost my very expensive class ring. We moved campsites across the national park we were in, when I discovered my ring was no where to be found. My mom and I spent the night praying we would find it in the morning. Nothing. We didn't think my dad would drive us back to our previous campsite to search, but my mother had prayed that God would put it on my dad's heart to return.
And we did.
My mother found the ring in the campsite, sitting neatly under a plant. God had kept that campsite unoccupied, and my ring in a place that was visible. And I was just glad to have that 275 dollar piece of silver gold back in my possession.
My parents both have all kinds of cool answers to prayer stories. And I'm starting to aquire some of my own.
Prince and I were talking about the physical part of our relationship. Where is our line? How far are we willing to allow ourselves to go? We know what we don't want to do and how far we don't want to go. But a few weeks ago we felt like we needed to revisit the subject.
I'd been praying about it. I felt like I knew what I supposed to say to Prince-y reguarding the matter. I knew where I was going to draw my line. And much to my amazment, Prince Charming told me what he thought, and sure enough, it was exactly what I was going to say. It was a huge relief, because being on different pages where physical attraction is occuring in a relationship can cause a rift for one or both parties involved. Glad to hear this wasn't the case for Prince and me.
And today, the inspiration for this post happened. Just a little while ago. Prince and I had been talking on the instant messanger that seems to have control over our relationship since we are in different towns. He left to shower, and I left to study. And I finished my study guide much to my liking, and decided since it was "loud hours" in our hall that I would go out and be social while my BF was keeping up on his personal hygiene.
I got to talk with Belle for a while, which was nice and awesome and good. We don't talk a lot anymore, and to just have a sit down conversation with her and poke fun at our ridiculous RA was like finding a needle in a haystack. And even though I hate needles, I clung to that one for as long as I could.
When I returned to my room, I found Prince had returned from the cascade of cleansing water and was not only angry with his mother, but his father as well. Not to mention they were all angry at him. At first I told him to take a deep breath. But he kind of snapped at me and told me he'd already done that. Then I told him to pray. Actually, I typed PRAY in all caps because I wanted it to stick out and scream of importance.
"I haven't been told that yet."
"Been told what yet?"
"To pray."
"You need someone to tell you to pray?"
"Obviously so. It hadn't crossed my mind yet."
So he took a few minutes to give his frustrations over to our Heavenly Maker and came back to the conversation with a clearer conscience. It's amazing what a simple prayer can do. It can create an attitude change, a feeling of thankfulness, a lightness of step and happiness of the heart. It's answer can change your world, can make you a better person and help you see that if you just hand all your suffering over to God then everything will fall into place. It might not happen right away, and it might make you wonder what the heck God's doing up there in space, but eventually it will all work itself out. You don't always get to see the fruits of your labor, but you have to have faith and you have to just trust Him for anything to happen.
Prince might not be too thrilled that I posted about his life today, but I just felt like it was something that needed to be said. And Lord knows I didn't do anything interesting today. I just studied a lot. Which isboooooring awesome, so totally awesome.
So all of that to say this: just pray. When you're happy - pray. When you're sad - pray. When you're thankful - pray. When you're faced with trials - pray. When you just can't focus on anything and you think the world is out to get you - pray. When you're stuggling with something - pray.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4:6-7
I've never heard God talk to me - and in fact I quite relate to the song Smell The Color 9 By Chris Rice. I know God listens, and I know he answers every prayer. Sometimes I know the prayer has been taken care of, and other times I have no idea what God is planning to do. But somehow I always feel a little better when I confess things to him.
One vacation I lost my very expensive class ring. We moved campsites across the national park we were in, when I discovered my ring was no where to be found. My mom and I spent the night praying we would find it in the morning. Nothing. We didn't think my dad would drive us back to our previous campsite to search, but my mother had prayed that God would put it on my dad's heart to return.
And we did.
My mother found the ring in the campsite, sitting neatly under a plant. God had kept that campsite unoccupied, and my ring in a place that was visible. And I was just glad to have that 275 dollar piece of silver gold back in my possession.
My parents both have all kinds of cool answers to prayer stories. And I'm starting to aquire some of my own.
Prince and I were talking about the physical part of our relationship. Where is our line? How far are we willing to allow ourselves to go? We know what we don't want to do and how far we don't want to go. But a few weeks ago we felt like we needed to revisit the subject.
I'd been praying about it. I felt like I knew what I supposed to say to Prince-y reguarding the matter. I knew where I was going to draw my line. And much to my amazment, Prince Charming told me what he thought, and sure enough, it was exactly what I was going to say. It was a huge relief, because being on different pages where physical attraction is occuring in a relationship can cause a rift for one or both parties involved. Glad to hear this wasn't the case for Prince and me.
And today, the inspiration for this post happened. Just a little while ago. Prince and I had been talking on the instant messanger that seems to have control over our relationship since we are in different towns. He left to shower, and I left to study. And I finished my study guide much to my liking, and decided since it was "loud hours" in our hall that I would go out and be social while my BF was keeping up on his personal hygiene.
I got to talk with Belle for a while, which was nice and awesome and good. We don't talk a lot anymore, and to just have a sit down conversation with her and poke fun at our ridiculous RA was like finding a needle in a haystack. And even though I hate needles, I clung to that one for as long as I could.
When I returned to my room, I found Prince had returned from the cascade of cleansing water and was not only angry with his mother, but his father as well. Not to mention they were all angry at him. At first I told him to take a deep breath. But he kind of snapped at me and told me he'd already done that. Then I told him to pray. Actually, I typed PRAY in all caps because I wanted it to stick out and scream of importance.
"I haven't been told that yet."
"Been told what yet?"
"To pray."
"You need someone to tell you to pray?"
"Obviously so. It hadn't crossed my mind yet."
So he took a few minutes to give his frustrations over to our Heavenly Maker and came back to the conversation with a clearer conscience. It's amazing what a simple prayer can do. It can create an attitude change, a feeling of thankfulness, a lightness of step and happiness of the heart. It's answer can change your world, can make you a better person and help you see that if you just hand all your suffering over to God then everything will fall into place. It might not happen right away, and it might make you wonder what the heck God's doing up there in space, but eventually it will all work itself out. You don't always get to see the fruits of your labor, but you have to have faith and you have to just trust Him for anything to happen.
Prince might not be too thrilled that I posted about his life today, but I just felt like it was something that needed to be said. And Lord knows I didn't do anything interesting today. I just studied a lot. Which is
So all of that to say this: just pray. When you're happy - pray. When you're sad - pray. When you're thankful - pray. When you're faced with trials - pray. When you just can't focus on anything and you think the world is out to get you - pray. When you're stuggling with something - pray.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4:6-7
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Mommy Day
Today is Mommy Day.
And I have a mommy. And she seriously rocks.
She let me come home this weekend :)
My mother has put up with my antics for 18 years and for whatever reason she still loves me. Mom has raised four kids and gets compliments that her children are so well behaved (but she knows we just fool everyone because at home we are not always well behaved).
When the Keeper and I were younger, our parents were a lot more strict with us than they are with The Mechanic and DP. I am the oldest, so I got to push boundaries and test limits before anyone else had a chance to break loose :)
You see, I came along after my parents were married for three years. My dad had just had back surgery before I was born, so he took care of me for the first few months of my life. I've heard that one time my mom came home from work and I was crying so she picked me up. But I wouldn't stop crying, so she handed me off to my father where my crying conspicuously ceased. She didn't think I liked her. But now she knows that's completely untrue.
I remember when we were little Mom and we'd get sick with the stomach flu, she would lay down a sheet in front of the TV, put her Barf Bucket next to us, and let us lay in the living room all day.
I remember when I was scared, or I'd had a bad dream Mom would let me crawl in bed with her. It was always a safe place to be. Mom was always a soft place to land when the world seemed like a hard to place to live.
During this last year of college, I started out not coming home very frequently. I wanted to assert my freedom and live life out from under my parents' thumbs. I made mistakes. I fell down. But I always know that even if I'm in a heap of trouble, my mom still loves me dearly. In the second semester I started coming home more regularly, and Mom would still always tell me she was glad I came home.
I make her laugh like none of the other kids do - although they ALL have their moments, trust me. Our life could be a sitcom with the kind of jokes my brothers and sister can crack at the perfect moments.
I love hearing my mom's voice. Sometime's I'll just call her because I want to hear her talk. She has one of those voices that can just calm you down no matter what's wrong. And she always has an opinion - even if she won't tell you what to do because you're big now and need to make your own decisions. She's always got a good bit of advice to hand down. She knows her strengths and her weaknesses and she will ALWAYS do her best. She leans on the Lord for everything and used to always say bedtime prayers with us every night.
Mom never tried to get by without diciplining us when we needed it - and let me tell you, sometimes we just needed it. When she was mad at us for disobeying, we knew. And we high tailed it out of there before we made it even worse. ;)
But throughout the years my mom has been one of my heros, she's someone I look up so much and I want to be the same kind of mom to my future kids that she was to me.
My Beautiful Momma
And I have a mommy. And she seriously rocks.
She let me come home this weekend :)
My mother has put up with my antics for 18 years and for whatever reason she still loves me. Mom has raised four kids and gets compliments that her children are so well behaved (but she knows we just fool everyone because at home we are not always well behaved).
When the Keeper and I were younger, our parents were a lot more strict with us than they are with The Mechanic and DP. I am the oldest, so I got to push boundaries and test limits before anyone else had a chance to break loose :)
You see, I came along after my parents were married for three years. My dad had just had back surgery before I was born, so he took care of me for the first few months of my life. I've heard that one time my mom came home from work and I was crying so she picked me up. But I wouldn't stop crying, so she handed me off to my father where my crying conspicuously ceased. She didn't think I liked her. But now she knows that's completely untrue.
I remember when we were little Mom and we'd get sick with the stomach flu, she would lay down a sheet in front of the TV, put her Barf Bucket next to us, and let us lay in the living room all day.
I remember when I was scared, or I'd had a bad dream Mom would let me crawl in bed with her. It was always a safe place to be. Mom was always a soft place to land when the world seemed like a hard to place to live.
During this last year of college, I started out not coming home very frequently. I wanted to assert my freedom and live life out from under my parents' thumbs. I made mistakes. I fell down. But I always know that even if I'm in a heap of trouble, my mom still loves me dearly. In the second semester I started coming home more regularly, and Mom would still always tell me she was glad I came home.
I make her laugh like none of the other kids do - although they ALL have their moments, trust me. Our life could be a sitcom with the kind of jokes my brothers and sister can crack at the perfect moments.
I love hearing my mom's voice. Sometime's I'll just call her because I want to hear her talk. She has one of those voices that can just calm you down no matter what's wrong. And she always has an opinion - even if she won't tell you what to do because you're big now and need to make your own decisions. She's always got a good bit of advice to hand down. She knows her strengths and her weaknesses and she will ALWAYS do her best. She leans on the Lord for everything and used to always say bedtime prayers with us every night.
Mom never tried to get by without diciplining us when we needed it - and let me tell you, sometimes we just needed it. When she was mad at us for disobeying, we knew. And we high tailed it out of there before we made it even worse. ;)
But throughout the years my mom has been one of my heros, she's someone I look up so much and I want to be the same kind of mom to my future kids that she was to me.
My Beautiful Momma
Thursday, May 7, 2009
What I Want
It's a funny thing to ponder what I want. I usually don't get what I want, so I don't ever say if I want something or not. People have said they'll do things, only to back out last second. Getting excited about something, I will always have reservations because I know there is a likelihood that it won't happen.
There is also a big difference between a want and a need.
I want to be home this weekend.
I need to be here this weekend.
I'm mad at Belle for leaving to Walla Walla midweek. Mostly what I'm mad about is that I have to hear it through the grapvine and she won't come out and tell me herself. What kind of friends are we now? Where we never see each other, we don't talk unless we're angry at each other and feel like sorting it out. Ariel came to visit and when the two of them are together I don't feel like I belong there.
Sir Veracious told me that I keep getting shafted by my friends here. Belle chooses Beast above EVERYTHING else in her life. Sleeping Beauty is looking out for her Numero Uno. Zelda works all the time and we never see each other. And I'm too timid to speak out to any of them. I put on this front like I do whatever I want to do, but that's not really true. I'm a big people pleaser. It took me a long time to even figure out that it's really okay if my thoughts on something are different from somebody else's and I don't have to think just like they do to be friends with them. I'm still trying to own that. Sometimes I fall back anyway and just agree with something I don't really agree with because I don't feel like it's okay to come from an opposing view point.
But I'm starting to get tired of always being shafted. And then I feel like a selfish brat when I want something to go the way I planned it in my head. Like I should be more considerate of other people.
You see, when Belle goes to Walla Walla she doesn't come back to Moscow until later in the day. But when she goes home to Hayden, well then she leaves about noon. And Sleeping Beauty used to leave in the early afternoon, which worked out better for me, but then she met her Prince and now she leaves really late Sunday night or early on Monday mornings. So before I got my own car, I was kinda SOL as to when I was going to leave town and with who.
It's like my opinion doesn't matter.
About anything.
Except pertaining to me.
Just you know, everything else doesn't count for beans. Awesome.
I want to be home. I want to be in my house with my parents and my siblings and my boyfriend where I feel like I might just actually matter. You know, like people might actually care. That and I really need to do some laundry.
Anyway, this weekend I should probably study for my Death....er....Math final on Wednesday. And my CORE final on Tuesday morning. It's going to be tough when I'm going to spend the whole weekend wishing I could hug Prince-y.
There is also a big difference between a want and a need.
I want to be home this weekend.
I need to be here this weekend.
I'm mad at Belle for leaving to Walla Walla midweek. Mostly what I'm mad about is that I have to hear it through the grapvine and she won't come out and tell me herself. What kind of friends are we now? Where we never see each other, we don't talk unless we're angry at each other and feel like sorting it out. Ariel came to visit and when the two of them are together I don't feel like I belong there.
Sir Veracious told me that I keep getting shafted by my friends here. Belle chooses Beast above EVERYTHING else in her life. Sleeping Beauty is looking out for her Numero Uno. Zelda works all the time and we never see each other. And I'm too timid to speak out to any of them. I put on this front like I do whatever I want to do, but that's not really true. I'm a big people pleaser. It took me a long time to even figure out that it's really okay if my thoughts on something are different from somebody else's and I don't have to think just like they do to be friends with them. I'm still trying to own that. Sometimes I fall back anyway and just agree with something I don't really agree with because I don't feel like it's okay to come from an opposing view point.
But I'm starting to get tired of always being shafted. And then I feel like a selfish brat when I want something to go the way I planned it in my head. Like I should be more considerate of other people.
You see, when Belle goes to Walla Walla she doesn't come back to Moscow until later in the day. But when she goes home to Hayden, well then she leaves about noon. And Sleeping Beauty used to leave in the early afternoon, which worked out better for me, but then she met her Prince and now she leaves really late Sunday night or early on Monday mornings. So before I got my own car, I was kinda SOL as to when I was going to leave town and with who.
It's like my opinion doesn't matter.
About anything.
Except pertaining to me.
Just you know, everything else doesn't count for beans. Awesome.
I want to be home. I want to be in my house with my parents and my siblings and my boyfriend where I feel like I might just actually matter. You know, like people might actually care. That and I really need to do some laundry.
Anyway, this weekend I should probably study for my Death....er....Math final on Wednesday. And my CORE final on Tuesday morning. It's going to be tough when I'm going to spend the whole weekend wishing I could hug Prince-y.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I Love Love...and art
It's Wednesday night. I have two classes left to attend and three finals to study for over the weekend. My head hurts. My eyes are sore. I don't want to do anything. I'm sitting here in my dorm room like a lazy slob surfing the web and being down right boring.
But on the bright side I learned some interesting things at work today. Like really awesome things that I'm excited about.
My co-worker and I are in the same Art 111 class next semester. So we will get to draw together on a regular basis which is QUITE exciting. She is really amazing, amusing and ridiculously awesome so I'm excited to be sharing a class with her. She's going to be a senior in a class full of mostly freshman which will make her feel awesome, but she'll get to hang with me for a few hours outside of work which will be a total and complete BLAST. Yeah. I know! It's exciting.
AND my lead at work is an art major and she is finishing up her art ed degree, which I did not know she was studying the same thing I just switched to. Turns out I'm a lot more connected in this major that I originally planned. Thank you Jesus - just a sign this was mean to be.
Anyway, she told me that she was just finishing up her education requirements and that teachers with special ed qualifications are more likely to get hired. So that's something to think about. Special Ed teachers are in demand and if you can teach art to special ed students, well then you're just a gem. But I don't really know if I exactly want to teach special needs students. I know that's a lot harder than teaching 'average' students. And I suppose it's potentially more rewarding when you see the ones who are struggling the most make the biggest leaps and bounds. But it gives me something to think about - something more to ponder as a potential future option.
But the weather's been nasty today and I feel lazy. It's just one of those extremely blah days where nothing sounds interesting. And I miss Prince Charming. If he was here with me it would be one of those days where I would just curl up next to him and watch TV or nap. And he would stroke my hair. Ha, ha. Okay, maybe he wouldn't, but I wouldn't stop him if he did. I love having my hair played with. I always have. Ask my mom. I don't know why, but it's just comforting to me. Whatevs. I'm cool. :-)
And I haven't seen Sleeping Beauty all day. Oh, and I found out Belle is missing MORE school for Beast. I don't know WHAT Belle thinks about missing all this school, but she just succeeds in making me angry. I don't know how much longer I actually want to be friends with her...*heavy sigh*
But on the bright side I learned some interesting things at work today. Like really awesome things that I'm excited about.
My co-worker and I are in the same Art 111 class next semester. So we will get to draw together on a regular basis which is QUITE exciting. She is really amazing, amusing and ridiculously awesome so I'm excited to be sharing a class with her. She's going to be a senior in a class full of mostly freshman which will make her feel awesome, but she'll get to hang with me for a few hours outside of work which will be a total and complete BLAST. Yeah. I know! It's exciting.
AND my lead at work is an art major and she is finishing up her art ed degree, which I did not know she was studying the same thing I just switched to. Turns out I'm a lot more connected in this major that I originally planned. Thank you Jesus - just a sign this was mean to be.
Anyway, she told me that she was just finishing up her education requirements and that teachers with special ed qualifications are more likely to get hired. So that's something to think about. Special Ed teachers are in demand and if you can teach art to special ed students, well then you're just a gem. But I don't really know if I exactly want to teach special needs students. I know that's a lot harder than teaching 'average' students. And I suppose it's potentially more rewarding when you see the ones who are struggling the most make the biggest leaps and bounds. But it gives me something to think about - something more to ponder as a potential future option.
But the weather's been nasty today and I feel lazy. It's just one of those extremely blah days where nothing sounds interesting. And I miss Prince Charming. If he was here with me it would be one of those days where I would just curl up next to him and watch TV or nap. And he would stroke my hair. Ha, ha. Okay, maybe he wouldn't, but I wouldn't stop him if he did. I love having my hair played with. I always have. Ask my mom. I don't know why, but it's just comforting to me. Whatevs. I'm cool. :-)
And I haven't seen Sleeping Beauty all day. Oh, and I found out Belle is missing MORE school for Beast. I don't know WHAT Belle thinks about missing all this school, but she just succeeds in making me angry. I don't know how much longer I actually want to be friends with her...*heavy sigh*
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Putting It Mildly
Today started off as one of those days you just know you're going to hate. I saw it coming last night when a storm of impending doom lurked over the campus in a lets-rain-like-cats-and-dogs-like-theres-no-tomorrow kind of DEATH STORM that caused me to slam my window shut even though the heater is on my room making it devlishly hot. *sigh*
It did spur me on to find Eddie Rabbitt's hit song "I Love A Rainy Night" on playlist.com and add it to my music on the blog. However, Eddie had me loving my rainy night and expecting to wake up to a sunny day.
Did. Not. Happen.
Hence my death glare at the soaked world this morning at 7 when I woke up still dog tired. Yay.
It was the kind of morning where the bottom of your pantlegs are going to be soaked unless you hike them up like Steve Urkle. Unfortunately I had no suspenders, so I was forced to walk around with wet pantlegs.
It was also the kind of morning where you look out the window right before you have to leave and think to yourself "oh, it's not too bad. just a drizzle" and by the time you actually make it out the door you're wishing you had an umbrella, three waterproof jackets and a sudden email cancelation of your class.
It rained non stop all morning.
By the time my Psych 101 class rolls around, I'm not excited to trudge back through the lake sized puddles that have sporadically placed themselves around campus. But I make it across the wet lawn and down the flooded sidewalks to my class for an hour and fifteen minutes.
Then I exit the building to sunshine.
Sunshine!
Okay, so it's a little windy too and I don't know exactly if the rain is going to come back or if maybe Mother Nature will decide to spit snow on our little town, but hey! The sun was shining! Instant. Self. Esteem. Boost.
And I got a new vandal card so I can eat and do laundry and get back into my building again. Yay!
Interesting Fact: People born in '59 are 50 years old this year, while people born in '50 are 59 years old this year. Oh the things I think up in Psych class...
It did spur me on to find Eddie Rabbitt's hit song "I Love A Rainy Night" on playlist.com and add it to my music on the blog. However, Eddie had me loving my rainy night and expecting to wake up to a sunny day.
Did. Not. Happen.
Hence my death glare at the soaked world this morning at 7 when I woke up still dog tired. Yay.
It was the kind of morning where the bottom of your pantlegs are going to be soaked unless you hike them up like Steve Urkle. Unfortunately I had no suspenders, so I was forced to walk around with wet pantlegs.
It was also the kind of morning where you look out the window right before you have to leave and think to yourself "oh, it's not too bad. just a drizzle" and by the time you actually make it out the door you're wishing you had an umbrella, three waterproof jackets and a sudden email cancelation of your class.
It rained non stop all morning.
By the time my Psych 101 class rolls around, I'm not excited to trudge back through the lake sized puddles that have sporadically placed themselves around campus. But I make it across the wet lawn and down the flooded sidewalks to my class for an hour and fifteen minutes.
Then I exit the building to sunshine.
Sunshine!
Okay, so it's a little windy too and I don't know exactly if the rain is going to come back or if maybe Mother Nature will decide to spit snow on our little town, but hey! The sun was shining! Instant. Self. Esteem. Boost.
And I got a new vandal card so I can eat and do laundry and get back into my building again. Yay!
Interesting Fact: People born in '59 are 50 years old this year, while people born in '50 are 59 years old this year. Oh the things I think up in Psych class...
Monday, May 4, 2009
In The Event Of Dinner
Sleeping Beauty is across the table from me. Belle is to my left and Zelda is to my right. We are at Bob's. Eating dinner. At Bob's.
Zelda is going off of no sleep in over 24 hours. Belle and Sleeping Beauty are sick. We are all in a goofy mood. And the four of us in a goofy mood = wierd conversations that normal people just won't be able to comprehend, understand, or feel like they even remotely grasp the vast concepts we are explaining to one another. Nor can any normal person match our insane capacity to be very whitty on subjects we know just enough about to be dangerous.
Like states.
Idaho, Montana and Wyoming in particular.
You see, we are all good down home Idaho girls. We hail from the panhandle. We think that people from Boise are generally stuck up. Classic North vs. South mind set. But we totally rock - I'm telling you.
You see, we LOVE that people all around the world know where Idaho is, but people from our own country don't. Among our favorite questions we've been asked about our home state are as follows:
"Do you have malls in Idaho?"
"Do you guys get the same movies we do?"
"Wait...you're from Iowa?"
"Idaho...you guys have a lot of potatoes, right?"
Well actually, most of the potatoes are grown in southern Idaho and up here in the north we get our potatoes from Washington. We're NOT from Iowa - that's not even IN the pacific northwest. And yes, we get the same movies as everyone else in the USA. We're not a foreign country - I promise. We also have malls. They are not as big as yours, nor as famous. And nor do we get the big department stores like Nordstroms, etc. But we DO have malls. And trust me, on a Saturday afternoon when the weather sucks, that's where you'll find us.
We moved on from our hate of non-Idahoans dumb questions to the state borders. The Keeper told me that the guy who charted the state borders outlined the wrong mountain range and Idaho should actually be a lot more square. Well, that launched Sleeping Beauty into a tale about how they were going to make Yellowstone into one state instead of having it devided, but everyone down there threw a hissy fit.
I told you. We know just enough to be dangerous. Doesn't mean we have ALL the facts.
Anyway, we were pretending to each be a different part of Yellowstone. We were having an argument about policies within the park. Sleeping Beauty was talking as if one state owned more of the park than other states, so she would have more of a say in a vote.
So Zelda says she has more wolves.
And Belle has more Buffalo. Or as we laughed about - Flufflebo.
Our solution in an arugment against Sleeping Beauty and her eternal reign over Yellowstone National Park? RELEASE THE WOLVES!! And then Belle chimed in. SAVE THE FLUFFLEBO!!!!
Yes.
We are awesome.
We know.
Then after dinner we were headed into the elevator to go back to our respective dorm rooms. Belle got in the elevator first and Zelda nearly charged her. But Belle didn't know it was Zelda at first and she was about to turn around and be like "DUDE! Why are you in such a hurry to get in the elevator? It's not GOING ANYWHERE!"
We just all about DIED laughing.
My friends rock.
Like seriously.
You're jealous.
End of story. :-)
Dear Montana,
Suck it.
Love, Wyoming.
Zelda is going off of no sleep in over 24 hours. Belle and Sleeping Beauty are sick. We are all in a goofy mood. And the four of us in a goofy mood = wierd conversations that normal people just won't be able to comprehend, understand, or feel like they even remotely grasp the vast concepts we are explaining to one another. Nor can any normal person match our insane capacity to be very whitty on subjects we know just enough about to be dangerous.
Like states.
Idaho, Montana and Wyoming in particular.
You see, we are all good down home Idaho girls. We hail from the panhandle. We think that people from Boise are generally stuck up. Classic North vs. South mind set. But we totally rock - I'm telling you.
You see, we LOVE that people all around the world know where Idaho is, but people from our own country don't. Among our favorite questions we've been asked about our home state are as follows:
"Do you have malls in Idaho?"
"Do you guys get the same movies we do?"
"Wait...you're from Iowa?"
"Idaho...you guys have a lot of potatoes, right?"
Well actually, most of the potatoes are grown in southern Idaho and up here in the north we get our potatoes from Washington. We're NOT from Iowa - that's not even IN the pacific northwest. And yes, we get the same movies as everyone else in the USA. We're not a foreign country - I promise. We also have malls. They are not as big as yours, nor as famous. And nor do we get the big department stores like Nordstroms, etc. But we DO have malls. And trust me, on a Saturday afternoon when the weather sucks, that's where you'll find us.
We moved on from our hate of non-Idahoans dumb questions to the state borders. The Keeper told me that the guy who charted the state borders outlined the wrong mountain range and Idaho should actually be a lot more square. Well, that launched Sleeping Beauty into a tale about how they were going to make Yellowstone into one state instead of having it devided, but everyone down there threw a hissy fit.
I told you. We know just enough to be dangerous. Doesn't mean we have ALL the facts.
Anyway, we were pretending to each be a different part of Yellowstone. We were having an argument about policies within the park. Sleeping Beauty was talking as if one state owned more of the park than other states, so she would have more of a say in a vote.
So Zelda says she has more wolves.
And Belle has more Buffalo. Or as we laughed about - Flufflebo.
Our solution in an arugment against Sleeping Beauty and her eternal reign over Yellowstone National Park? RELEASE THE WOLVES!! And then Belle chimed in. SAVE THE FLUFFLEBO!!!!
Yes.
We are awesome.
We know.
Then after dinner we were headed into the elevator to go back to our respective dorm rooms. Belle got in the elevator first and Zelda nearly charged her. But Belle didn't know it was Zelda at first and she was about to turn around and be like "DUDE! Why are you in such a hurry to get in the elevator? It's not GOING ANYWHERE!"
We just all about DIED laughing.
My friends rock.
Like seriously.
You're jealous.
End of story. :-)
Dear Montana,
Suck it.
Love, Wyoming.
Boys - the kind of pointless post
I love boys.
They lighten up my life.
There's usually less drama than with girls. They will play video games that make them angry just for the sake of saying they've completed the game. They crack inappropriate jokes with perfect comedic timing. They give the best hugs. They can be super sweet and turn right around do the meanest thing ever. But then they laugh because they aren't serious.
They make me miss Prince-y when I have to be at school for two weeks without coming home.
(Which I don't mind really - the whole being gone for two weeks.)
(And after last weekend, I saw a lot of Prince Charming and I feel like being here for two weeks is a good thing.)
(Not that I'm tired of Prince-y.)
(At all.)
(He knows this.)
This is my last week of classes. Sir Justice is going to different school next year. Sir Veracious is living in the LLCs. Sir Confident is getting his own apartment. But Prince-y will be here with me :-)
Boys are generally the gender I hang around most. Here it's the Knights in Shining Armor, and at home it's Prince Charming and his Cabinet of Monster Hunting Dukes, along with my brother The Keeper, and his Whitty Sidekicks. And yes - I love them all. Never a dull moment I tell you. Never.
So I really just have to say this: I love boys.
(Love them.)
(Tons.)
(But I only love Prince-y tons like elephants. Only him.)
They lighten up my life.
There's usually less drama than with girls. They will play video games that make them angry just for the sake of saying they've completed the game. They crack inappropriate jokes with perfect comedic timing. They give the best hugs. They can be super sweet and turn right around do the meanest thing ever. But then they laugh because they aren't serious.
They make me miss Prince-y when I have to be at school for two weeks without coming home.
(Which I don't mind really - the whole being gone for two weeks.)
(And after last weekend, I saw a lot of Prince Charming and I feel like being here for two weeks is a good thing.)
(Not that I'm tired of Prince-y.)
(At all.)
(He knows this.)
This is my last week of classes. Sir Justice is going to different school next year. Sir Veracious is living in the LLCs. Sir Confident is getting his own apartment. But Prince-y will be here with me :-)
Boys are generally the gender I hang around most. Here it's the Knights in Shining Armor, and at home it's Prince Charming and his Cabinet of Monster Hunting Dukes, along with my brother The Keeper, and his Whitty Sidekicks. And yes - I love them all. Never a dull moment I tell you. Never.
So I really just have to say this: I love boys.
(Love them.)
(Tons.)
(But I only love Prince-y tons like elephants. Only him.)
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Out Of My Mind
The weekend flew by too quickly. Simple as that. I'm not ready for my one class tomorrow, I am still in want of the nice weekend-ish days where I have little to no worries. Ah, but I only have Dead Week left and then finals week. I only have three finals - but still. I have to study like mad for my Math final and hope I can pull at least a D. That would be nice. Getting a C would be even better - but I'm not holding my breath.
Anyway, I spent Friday night with Ariel. We partied around downtown, took amazing pictures, got some ColdStone Creamery ice cream and then headed back to her house to watch a movie. Fun times.
Saturday I spent with Prince Charming. A much needed dose of his arms was fulfilled. Which I loved.
Sunday was another Prince Charming day. We went to church and then to my house for brunch and so. And then we watched Chuck.
I am addicted to Chuck. I swear.
It's amazing.
If you haven't ever watched Chuck I suggest you go do that right now. :-) You'll enjoy it. Promise.
Anyway, I need to find my missing Vandal Card and see if I can't scrounge something up for dinner because I have yet another of the world's worst headaches sans a migrane and I'm starving to top it off. haha.
Anyway, I spent Friday night with Ariel. We partied around downtown, took amazing pictures, got some ColdStone Creamery ice cream and then headed back to her house to watch a movie. Fun times.
Saturday I spent with Prince Charming. A much needed dose of his arms was fulfilled. Which I loved.
Sunday was another Prince Charming day. We went to church and then to my house for brunch and so. And then we watched Chuck.
I am addicted to Chuck. I swear.
It's amazing.
If you haven't ever watched Chuck I suggest you go do that right now. :-) You'll enjoy it. Promise.
Anyway, I need to find my missing Vandal Card and see if I can't scrounge something up for dinner because I have yet another of the world's worst headaches sans a migrane and I'm starving to top it off. haha.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Fix It Friday 12
So it's Friday, and over at IHeartFaces, they're having their Fix It Friday Photo Contest, and I thought I would participate. It's kind of hit and miss with me on this particular contest. Some weeks I do it, and some weeks I don't. But as it is, I thought this picture was cute - so here are my edits. Nothing too complicated and not sure how much I really honestly like them, but nevertheless I share. Ha, ha.
Have a good weekend all. I'm headed back to the hometown to see Prince-y and hang out with Ariel. :-)
The Original:
Have a good weekend all. I'm headed back to the hometown to see Prince-y and hang out with Ariel. :-)
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