Tooshies

The theme was switched up this week! Instead of I ♥ Faces it's now I ♥ Tooshies!

And I dug through my archives and found this picture that I took on Summer vacation before I started college.

DP is watching TheKeeper fish in Grand Teton National Park.

I personally think it's awesome, but that's just me. ;)

Don't forget to go check out the other entries at I ♥ Faces!

Is It Over Already?

So I can't believe it's already Friday. It feels like the week has simply flown by.

Thanksgiving didn't really feel like Thanksgiving to me, but it wasn't terrible. It was just our family, but instead of having turkey like every other normal American family we ate lamb. It wasn't bad, just different.

And we had sweet potato pie instead of pumpkin. But I haven't tried any sweet potato pie yet. Mostly this is because we ate dinner around five o'clock and then I completely passed out around 7 o'clock and didn't reawaken until it was practically 11. So I missed out on dessert and had to make up for it by eating mom's homemade kootenai county fair blue ribbon winning apple pie for breakfast.

The DP, Mom and I then proceeded to doll ourselves up to go over to my grandparent's house. We helped them put up their Christmas tree and some other heavy duty decorating things around their house.

Grandpa treated some of his favorite women to some nice Red Robin burgers as well. I never used to eat at RR until we got one in our town and my small group girls liked it. That wasn't until I was either a junior or senior in high school. And now it's like I eat there all the time.

Prince and I went to eat there for our one year anniversary. The problem is that we eat so fast we spent a grand total of 30 minutes inside the restaurant before heading back to his house. We were gone for less than an hour. This is a problem because then Prince spent the whole next day hearing from his mom that I must've hated the meal because I ate it so fast.

So. Not. True.

Anyway, once we're back at college in a mere two days *gasp* hopefully we'll do some crazy things and I'll have more funny stories to send your way. I mean, what's so funny about a grown 19 year old girl falling asleep at 7 o'clock at night? Come on! That's what old people do! Oh. Right. Yeah, I know. No need to remind me. Once you hit 18 it's all downhill from there. And I'm past that already! Sheesh!

Next August I'll be 20! Oh boy. Don't tell my mother. She doesn't want to hear it!

Thankful For a Thursday

Thankfulness
is a very good start
But feeling thankful
is just the first part

Gratitude
gone unsaid
Helps no one feel
appreciated

A simple thanks
goes a very long way
and keeps warm and fuzzies
around all day

Family and friends
gather near
uttering thankfulness
for all to hear

Turkey on the table
or maybe a lamb
a prayer of thankfulness
while holding hands

Dinner ends to
feeling full
conversations start
to lull

The tryptophan is
kicking in
dreams are about to
begi.....

Post Midnight Adventures In The Deathly Fog

I hung out with a bunch of my friends/co-workers from Twinlow - the camp I worked at this summer. We played games and caught up on each others' lives and just had a blast. I almost didn't go because the fog was really, really horrid. But Prince and I braved the weather and made it to the party where we were greeted with long hugs from everyone who was already there.

It was really a truly fun time.

And then it was time to go. So we bid farewell with promises to see each other sooner than next summer and more long hugs. It was after 11:30 and pitch black, and there was still fog everywhere.

But I hopped in the driver's seat and backed my car straight into the fire hydrant. Go me, I know. I told you that I rock - and it's true.

That was my first backing into anything and it scared the living daylights out of me. I thought my heart was going to pound through my chest, but the boys checked it out and told me that it wasn't near as bad as it sounded.

Unfortunately though, it was still dark. And not only was my heart now racing a hundred miles an hour, but I had to deal with this impending doom also known as fog. Yay!

So we head back to town which usually takes about 20 minutes, but because I couldn't see anything I drove a lot slower.

I took a road I'd been down a fair amount, but it was a long, dark road with no lights. Probably not the best choice?

I felt like at any moment there was going to be some half breed hillbilly wearing a mask and holding a chainsaw step out onto the road in front of my car at any moment. Just that thought alone made my heart rate increase.

I was also worried about hitting wild animals, such as deer who seem to get some sick pleasure out of leaping in front of cars on busy roads.

The speed limit was also 50 mph and you know how fast my independent, crazy self went? 35. And I held Prince's hand almost the entire length of the road because I wanted some sort of comfort before I freaked out about the darkness of it all.

I hate fog.

Not only does fog make it impossible to see anything, but I always feel like the road is going to curve and I'm going to miss it and head straight into a tree. Does anyone else feel like that? Because it sure freaks me out. Even when I'm not driving but I'm just riding in the car through the fog I still feel like the road is going to bend without me. Freaky huh?

Anyway, we eventually made it to the lighted highway without so much as a glimpse of a hairy chainsaw carrying overall clad overgrown hillbilly who still lives with his mother and eats small children for breakfast.

And I'm so thankful for making it home safe.

Once we got back into town, in the half hour I spent dropping various people off I spotted six or seven police cars. That was comforting. I mean, usually I spend my time trying to avoid police officers, but the fact that they were out and about made me feel better. Because if I got into any trouble they'd be around to help - you know, they're not always out to get you, haha. But I think sometimes I forget that.

Also I'm thankful that I called my parents to let them know I was leaving and that if I died DP could have my iPod. Okay, so I didn't really tell them if I died my sister could have my stuff, but I thought about it. Mostly I just was letting them know I was out and not feeling all that safe and if I wasn't home soon they should worry.

So now I'm home and I'm laying in bed. I should probably be asleep but I felt the need to write. You know, sometimes you just have to lay down some words before your mind can rest. :)

Anyway, good night/morning/afternoon/whatever you want and Happy Thanksgiving!

Debate

Twilight. New Moon. Eclipse.

What's the point?

I know there are a bajillion and 18 million grown women outrageously obsessed with this 107 year old 17 year old vampire and they go all googly eyed over Robert Pattinson's portrayal of the infamous Edward Cullen.

But what's even more disturbing to me is the amount of these grown ladies who call themselves Christians. How can you follow Christ and read these books about vampires?

The Bible is very clear about drinking blood, sorcery, lust, people taking on the characteristics of animals, etc. So how can you read this and think it's perfectly alright for you to read the Twilight Series and then go to church on Sunday like nothing was the matter?

I'd also like to know what you're teaching your children about it.

Your arguments are all the same. It's just entertainment! What's the big deal? If you just keep it in the right context then it's absolutely fine!

Sorry. No.

Sin can feel good. Sin can actually feel great. And sin can also be VERY subtle. This vampire stuff is sinful. It's not God honoring. Would you recommend the Twilight book to God as a good read? Because I most definitely would NOT.

As Christians we have to monitor the worldly things that come into our life. I've never read Harry Potter, I've never read Twilight (or any vampire books), and I didn't grow up watching My Little Ponies or even Barney.

There are PLENTY of good books about romance that don't involve sex or vampires - why don't you try becoming obsessed with those books instead?

What does a vampire have to offer you?

And people saying that Edward is setting a new standard for today's boyfriends? PAH-lease.

You're saying that a vampire is better than the man God made for you? No thanks. Keep your vampires, but I'm taking a God-honoring, loving caring MAN over a cold skinned non-existent CREATURE that's not only not real, but he's also fictional.

Why are we all flocking to this phenomenon? Have you forgotten where GOD stands on the issue? Have you left HIM out of your decisions about what you let into your life and what you leave out of it?

So before you pick up that Twilight book sitting on your night stand and read it for the 16th time, think about what God has to say on the issue. Do some research about what the Bible says about these things. Don't let yourself become lost in the ways of the world because that road only leads to destruction.

Lack of Planning

I'm in Hayden for the week of Thanksgiving. So far, it's rained, snowed and shined since I arrived on a clear, cold Saturday morning. Prince and I spent the day in the Friday mindset because it was weird to be a day off from when we normally show up.

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Well, it was my favorite holiday - but I think I might have to get a new one. Unfortunate, I know.

I used to look forward to it every year because all my SoCal family decided to show up and for four days my house would be full of 14 people and I just couldn't. get. enough. My grandparents, aunt, uncle, cousins and the six of us would eat turkey until we had to put on our fat pants, sit on the swing and cry, and fall asleep in front of the TV.

In later years we shredded the mountain because it opened Thanksgiving day and then we'd come home to a smoked turkey, yams with marshmallows, and stuffing. And then we'd all crowd around the table drinking sparkling cider and making fun of each other for falling down the slope earlier in the day.

But not this year.

This year there is no traveling for the holiday. This year the Californians are staying in the south and soaking up their sun rays because we will not be joining them until Christmas this year. Part of this has to do with my granddad's ability to travel in a good mindset because of his advanced Parkinson's Disease and part of it has to do with the economy.

Whatever.

All of it sucks.

And my parents told me that my mom's sister is having her in-laws over and my grandparents are headed there too? So I guess we're going to be all alone for Thanksgiving. The Californians didn't come last year either, but my mom's family did.

And this year?

No one.

Yeah, I'm stoked too.

Sun Flares

I haven't participated in one of these contests for a while, but I thought I would give it a shot this week with this photo:

The theme is 'sun flare' and I think this picture is both sun-flare-y and hilarious. Sun flares are a cool part of photography because not are they extremely capable of looking fabulous, but they kind of give off a sort of disconnect. Think about it, the picture is us 'observing' what we call 'reality.' But the sun flare also gives off the same vibe as when a character in a movie talks to the camera.

Suddenly you're aware there's a camera there and this stuff isn't really happening right in front of you, but you're viewing it through someone else's lens. Interesting to think about, huh?

Head on over to I ♥ Faces and check out every one else who entered. :)

Moving Forward?

I think I've been swept away by blogland.

You see, I started this blog with a different writing style than how I write today. Good or bad? Both. Or maybe just different.

I'm not particularly fond of reading things I wrote when I was younger. Probably because it annoys me at how naive, innocent and completely dumb I was to a lot of things that go on in the world. Reading things I wrote in middle school is especially annoying because it's all mellow dramatic and everything I wrote about was the. biggest. deal. ever.

Part of what also influenced my writing style change was reading people's blogs who had a bajillion and sixteen followers. I want to be like them. I want to gain a large following and be someone that other people recommended to their friends for a good read. So I adjusted in order to follow suit. Good or bad? Both. I guess.

And somewhere along the way I thought I lost what I was writing for, but maybe not. I read through some of my February writings and how different they are from the posts I wrote....say, yesterday for example.

But in a great many ways not only has my writing changed, but I have along with it. Instead of lonely freshman in college trying to figure things out about life, I'm a sophomore in college still trying to figure out different things in life. It's odd to look back at myself in past months/years and see what's so different about me.

The car I drive is different. For one I actually have a car now that I helped buy and will keep help paying for until I've paid every cent.

The major I have is different. And as I've said plenty of times before, it's better by a long shot.

My friends are different. They have all changed a large amount since high school let alone last semester. Some are closer, some are farther, some are smarter and some are dumber. Some I don't care if I never see them again and some I miss with a burning a passion.

Life in general is just completely different in a lot of aspects. My relationships have evolved and shifted as I've grown up. Well, not grown up per se, more like gotten older. I haven't gained any height since 8th grade.

But if you're interested, take a walk back through my archives. You'll find some interesting things back there from prior months.

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I'm thankful for this blog. For writing. For having a place to write. For other people reading what I write. I'm thankful for my parents because they are incredibly awesome. I'm thankful for spell check because I never spell incredibly correct. I'm thankful for Prince Charming. I'm thankful for my siblings. I'm thankful for God for blessing me. so. much.

What are you thankful for?

It's Been One of THOSE Mornings

The Coffee Shop I work at on campus opens at 7:30 in the morning. I work two days a week - Tuesdays and Thursdays. And to be completely honest, I love my job. I really do. I love the customers and the people I work with. But sometimes, just sometimes, work does not love me back.

Like today.

I guess it technically started last night when I was up later than I should have been, so I was still sleepy when I woke up this morning. I am supposed to be to work at 7:30 and I didn't roll my tired and lazy body out of bed until 7:02.

When I arrived at work, I was still a bit groggy but my attitude picked up as all the awesome people that I love started to show up for their daily allotment of caffeinated beverages.

And then it took a turn for the worse.

I wanted some caffeine to wake up my still foggy brain. My favorite drink is an iced white chocolate blackberry mocha. I usually put three shots in it, four if I'm feeling especially tired. And I like it iced because I work in such a small space and it gets hot behind the counter.

The ice is kept in a cooler by the counter in front of the sink. I put the drink on the counter sans a lid because of the expected ice input, and much to my dismay when I attempted to replace the lid of the ice cooler, I knocked the drink over on it's side spilling the entire contents on to the counter and floor.

I wanted to cry.

The drink got cleaned up, but it took probably around an hour to get all of the milk/syrup/caffeine liquid gunk out from all the nooks and crannies it had decided to manifest itself in. We had to mop the floor and the mats on the floor and wipe down the counters and underneath the coffee machine and then dry parts of the floor so we could put the mat back in its place all while serving customers and refilling the drip coffee every ten minutes because that's how fast it gets depleted.

My Lead told me my day could only get better from there.

I hoped it would.

But then the chocolate dispenser needed to be refilled. Normally this job is slightly insignificant and involves pouring the chocolate from the Hershey's container into the pump container. But I had to open a new Hershey's container and that involved scissors.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Needless to say it involved an "ouch!" some unnecessary blood and two band-aids. And to make it even more interesting, I got chocolate on my hand, had to wash it off, got the band-aid wet so it wouldn't stay on my finger, grabbed some tape and stuck that sucker on the tip of my finger like it was nobody's business.

And somewhere along the way I managed to keep track of how many customer's drinks I could remember because we have a lot of regulars that come in everyday. And guess how many I remembered? Guess! It'll amaze you. Well, maybe it'll amaze you.

I remembered 26 of my regular customer's orders. And that's not including some of the people that usually show up but were for some unknown reason conspicuously absent today. So it's really more like 30+ drinks that I know.

I'm kinda proud of that fact. Just, you know, saying.

Hope your Thursdays started off better than mine! But on the bright side in two days I'm going back to Hayden for a week off of school to celebrate my favorite holiday - also known as Thanksgiving!

Art Class Update

charcoal gesture drawings.

20 minute drawing of one of my favorite classmates. I ♥ her. :)

gesture drawings at one minutes each
this one was my favorite of the session so I took a picture

Time Flies

Today is my blogiversary. My little blog has now been going for a whole year and is still gaining momentum!

This time last year I published this post and launched myself into the blogosphere head first in icy cold water.

I had three stalkers followers. My Aunt, My Grandparents and Prince Charming.

My dad also avidly reads my blog. He loves to see what I have to say. Since I no longer live in his house, it's a good way to see what trouble I wreak on the daily.

Also going back in time to that fateful day one year ago in my short but seemingly long life, I was living in this same wing of this same building, albeit I had a roommate and Dear Prince-y lived a mere two hours away so I could only see him on the weekends.

Belle and I were still best and best friends could be and we were really enjoying what college life and our dorm hall had to offer. We were caught up in the midst of making new friends, skipping classes, eating omelets and drinking apple juice and taking dorky freshmen girl pictures in front of the vanity in our prison cell sized dorm room.

Now though, Belle is completely different (and I probably am too). She lives in an apartment off campus with Zelda and another girl whom shall for now and always be referred to as "The Crazy One" for reasons that can only be explained in another post if ever I feel as though I should allow you the comfort of knowing exactly the large extent of her craziness and weirdly strange behavior that could not have been seen prior to her live in arrangement with two people I love dearly.

Wow. After that sentence, I need a drink of water. Pause for a sec, okay?




Okay, I'm back. Whew. Refreshing. Ahem, alright, on with the post?

This year I have a completely different major also, which. I. am. loving. to. death. *happy sigh*

And Prince no longer lives two hours away, but is instead right down the hall whenever I need him. Oh who's kidding? He's not right down the hall, we're pretty much in the same room all the time.

On another note, I know a lot of people do a special giveaway post for their blogiversaries.

However, not only do I rarely participate in giveaways (mostly because of my lack of prizes) but I don't know the first thing about hosting one. Besides, I'd probably just want to rig the results so that I won the whatever-awesome-thing-I-should-give-to-someone-else and it ended up being mine forever to sit on a shelf in my dorm room and never be used.

So instead, I just babbled a lot and crossed my fingers that you laughed at my extreme wit and the fact that I am just an awesome person.

Kidding.

Kinda.

So I guess the essence of this post would be to thank you all for following my little blog and giving me words of encouragement and a funny story or two. Not only has my following increased from 3 to 26, but I have a place to express my thoughts and my life in my own little corner of the internet. And I love it.

I absolutely do.

Desire

Bloggies, Christmas is coming.

I know, I know! What's the rush? We haven't even gotten past Thanksgiving yet. But I just can't help the excitement, okay?

The coffee shop has all the yummy holiday syrups in now like Gingerbread, Pumpkin Spice, and Peppermint. Every time I walk into work it smells like Christmas! Not to mention that all of the stores have started to set up their Christmas displays as well.

So like a good little girl I've been scheming about all the goodies I want this year. Which is odd for me because usually getting me to tell you what I want as a gift is the equivalent of pulling teeth. Especially if your name is Prince and half of what I tell you to buy me you can't afford.

I've come up with a nice list with things like 'new laundry bag' and 'jeans from Vanity' - you know, things that are fast, easy and *cheap.*

But Internets, do you know what I really want?

No. You don't.

And that's okay, because all the interaction we ever have is you reading my blog and maybe if you're lucky I'll read your blog. Ha, ha.

Anyway, back to me. Because I'm all sorts of greedy and selfish and attention loving.

I want a camera.

I've wanted a new camera since I was a senior in high school.

Not a big deal right?

You drive down to the store, pick up a nifty little point-and-shoot who's main purpose in life is to annoy the heck out of you by eating through batteries and wrecking your pictures with unnecessary flashes capture the lovely moments of your life.

Wrong.

Not only am I anti nifty little point-and-shoot cameras, the kind of camera I want costs upwards of 400 dollars.

Yeah.

Instead of asking for it for Christmas every year you know what I need to do? I need to beg and plead and cry until someone feels sorry for me and buys me exactly what I want out of the goodness of their heart start saving.

Unless, you know, the first idea worked...

Fix It Friday #36

Haven't done one of these in a while because I'm picky and I feel like IHeartFaces started off meaning well, but now is for mostly those people who are/consider themselves to be photographers and they all have DSLR cameras. Since I'm still pretty amateur with my little Nikon Coolpix I'm pretty much out of the running for all of the contests.

Anywho you're all tired of hearing my rant so on with the pictures!

The original photo

First Edit

Second Edit

Something I Did Myself

*MamaKat's Writer's Workshop Post*


We're supposed to show something we did ourselves, and I created this epic masterpiece with charcoal and contee crayon.

Enjoy.

Locked

So I played a prank on my boyfriend.

I don't typically play a lot of pranks on people. Mainly because I'm not good at them and I can never think of good pranks to pull. Mine are always usually ridiculously lame.

And this one kind of is lame too, but I got a good laugh out of it, and so did LadiesMan and LadiesMan's roommate who I don't yet have a nick name for. Anyway, on with the story.

It started when Prince Charming left his dorm keys at his parents' house in Hayden, roughly two hours away. We pulled in the parking lot after the long drive home and he looks at me and says he doesn't know where his keys are.

I shrug. I thought they were in my room because that's the last place I remember seeing them. He looks relieved, but the relief is short lived because when we arrive in my dorm room they're not there.

LadiesMan had to let him in through his door so Prince could put his stuff away.

And then we got this bright idea to just duct tape the part of the door that sticks out (I don't know what it's called, but you all know what I'm talking about, right?). Anyway, we tape it flat so when the door shuts you just have to push it open.

This worked really great for a couple days while we were waiting on Prince's momma to send her forgetful son his keys. But the tape started to lose its grip, so then the doorknob thingy would stick out just enough that instead of smoothly sliding to open the door you would have to kick it with a little more force.

Well today I got the keys. Prince was at work when I checked my mail for the package. It had to be sent to me because my genius boyfriend has both his dorm room key and mailbox key on the same keyring and wouldn't be able to open his mailbox had the keys been sent to him.

So I'm walking back to his room holding these keys.

And I get an idea.

And my ideas can get pretty dangerous amazing.

Prince works until 8:30 on Tuesday nights and I had a class meeting at 8:00, so I would be gone. I unlocked his door with the key and took the duct tape off of the sticky-outy part. I got LadiesMan and LadiesMan's Roommate in on my novel idea.

You see, I was going to lock Prince's door with the key, and since the tape was no longer there, the door would stay locked. LadiesMan was going to pretend like he wasn't home.

I knew when Prince got home from work he'd try to push the door, but it wouldn't open. And then he would try to kick it, and it still wouldn't open. And then he'd knock on LadiesMan's door, but they would pretend to not be home. Prince would freak for a minute and then they'd let him back in.

And much to my delight, I guess that's exactly what happened.

Too bad I didn't get to watch Prince hmm and haw about how to get into his locked room.

What makes it even better is that Prince told me LadiesMan said I didn't even have the keys. So when I came into Prince's dorm room dangling the keys it was even better than I'd hoped.

So I don't know if that's a very good prank as far as pranks go, but I was giggly about actually pulling it off.

But I want to know what's your best prank you've ever pulled or had pulled on you?

You might give me some good
ideas for the future...

I Want To Go To China

I was sitting in my education class this morning listening to this boring old guy yack on and on about our text book. Zelda and I were having more fun making jokes about his apparent hate for stockbrokers than we were listening to his lecture.

Until he started talking about China.

And now we want to go.

It's an opportunity for some university students to gain some insight about teaching and to have the opportunity to actually teach some English over in China. The trip is about a month long, so we have plenty of time to do some teaching exploration and some amazing sight seeing.

On the flip side, I have no idea how much this is going to cost me.

So I called my mom and gushed about how much I want to go on this trip told her about this wonderful educational opportunity this summer.

And Zelda and I immediately started scheming fund raising ideas, because Lord knows I'm going to need all the money I can get to pay for this trip.

You know, since I'm a poor college student and all. I really want to go, but I don't know how I'm going to make it happen. I have to help pay for school, a car and just living. Plus Prince Charming and I want a PS3 - which is pretty spendy. The plus side of that though is that China isn't until May, so I have some time to acquire some funds.

China, you're MINE baby.

Something Smells

So when I went camping last weekend with these two handsome boys:

We caught a lot of these:

And then my pants didn't get washed right away. So after they came out of the washer they still smelled like fish to me.

But Prince said they just smelled like weird soap.

So I put them in the dryer.

And I still think they smell like these:


So then I spritzed this scented body spray on the parts that smelled like fish in hopes of smelling like this:

I was sad too because I just wanted them to smell like this for a while:

Epic Fail - Moscow Edition

I live in a college town. Obviously. That means I have college friends and we do typical college kid things. Like lobby for chocolate milkshakes after 11 o'clock when all the dining rooms are closed and only drive thrus are open.

First we walked to Wendy's because that's across the street from our building. The dining room was closed, so we walked next door to Arby's.

Also closed.

But the drive thru was open, so the four of us decided to see if we could walk through the drive thru.

However, it's triggered by weight and try as we may we just weren't heavy enough to trip the signal. Prince Charming's suite mate, LadiesMan, walked up to the actual window where he could see actual people, but no one would talk to him. At all.

So we went back for the car.

The time is 11:30. Wendy's is closed.

Arby's drive thru is open, but their shake machine is broken. Fail number one.

McDonald's is next on our list and also just down the road from Arby's. Too bad their shake machine ran out of ice cream and had been shut down for the night.

Off to Jack In The Box because they're open 24/7 LadiesMan declares. They're out of milkshakes too.

What. The. Heck. People.

Seriously??

This is a college town!! What does a girl have to do for a chocolate milk shake?? You people should expect this sort of crazy thing to happen and plan accordingly!

Not to be disheartened, we decided to see if there were any milkshake joints on the other side of town. All we found was a KFC and a Taco Bell. No milkshakes to be found.

It's now after midnight.

A&W is closed and darker than dark.

We found another McDonald's, but because it was after midnight, their drive thru was closed.

Baskin Robins? Yeah that was closed too.

No chocolate milkshake for our ice cream deprived feelings. We were out until 12:30 searching for a beautiful, tasty, deliciously delectable chocolate milkshake only to have our brave efforts thwarted before such a morsel could be found!

How dare you, Moscow. How dare you rob us of our chocolatey experiences after midnight! It's just wrong I tell you.

So Wrong.

Random?

I'm in a mood, internets. You know the mood. It's that kind of mood where you feel like you want to write something totally inspirational and beautiful that people will read and love and cherish forever and when you sit down to type out this epic post

you. blank.

So instead of something totally and completely awesome, you get random unrelated thoughts that pass as quickly out of my head as they do in. Enjoy.

I've been sitting here playing with my eyelashes because they seem to keep irritating my eyeballs.

I'm listening to Prince Charming sing random words that come in his head to no tune in particular - but it's still cute.

I shaved my legs and noticed that there's a spot on the back of my calf that does not grow hair. I noted this as weird. Maybe I'm a freak of nature?

I'm tired of being on the end of the comment row at SITS, but I'm never up late enough to make it on the first page like I did last year. I'm just more tired I guess. And since Prince is now at the same college as I am, I have no need to stay up late chatting aimlessly with him on IM for all hours of the night.

I also really want to go to the gym. I'm slightly disgusted with myself. I used to be in really great shape...and now? Not so much. So disheartening, but *easily* fixed. Yeah. Right. Easy.

And I wish I would have snapped a photo of my drawing today in art class. It wasn't amazing or anything, but then maybe I could add a little content to this otherwise lame post.

I'm really glad it's Thursday, but I can't believe it's already the 5th of November. Where has the year gone? Why is Thanksgiving fast approaching and the Christmas decorations are already making their annual appearances in the stores I shop at?

How come the weather is so cold now and it gets dark at 4:30 at night? That's something I really loath about winter. You go to school in the dark and come home in the dark. OH JOY. Nothing says "do your homework" or "be extremely happy" like a clouded night sky.

Prince is singing again. He's cute. And apparently likes to sing lyrics about how I'm cute and the only girl for him. Awwwwww.

He also gets more bloody noses than anyone I know.

And when he reads that he'll probably roll his eyes at the fact that I wrote that on my blog.

Which now amazingly has 25 followers.

I remember when I had 3 followers. Those were the days....

Coffee Shop Love

This is why I go to work.

To The Object(s) Of My Affection

*MamaKat's Writer's Workshop Post*

Dear Charcoal Sticks,

You are the greatest! I love how your dusty dark qualities cover my tiny fingers and allow me to pretend that I am a Labrador like my favorite Dalmatians in my favorite childhood movie. I enjoy being able to manipulate you into the form of whatever it is I'm drawing.

Stay awesome,
A Black-Finger-Tipped Aspiring Artist

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Dear Thick Blanket,

Thank you for keeping me so warm at night. I really appreciate it. And lately I'm appreciating you more and more because I've been ever so ill and you manage to keep my shivering body warm all through the night.

If ever I am sick again I will search for your comfort, your warmth, and your blanket-y strength. Your soft green fibers tenderly caress my delicate skin and I don't know how I've managed to get by all these years without your presence. It seems as though now other blankets do not exist in my small little world - but only you.

Luvs,
Once Cold But Now HOT Little Lady

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Dear Art 111 Class,

You make my Tuesdays and Thursdays worth living. Just entering your classroom brightens my outlook on life. It's like the sun always shines and all the clouds have lovely silver linings.

Every time I attend class I find something new out about myself. And plus there are three friends I enjoy company with. We all find you quite amazing and full of all things wonderful. I will miss you deeply next semester when my Tuesdays and Thursdays are no longer filled with your epic glory.

Not only have you managed to grant my artistic skills some knowledge, but you've managed to advance my friendships as well. I'm part of a group in that class. I kick butt at charcoal which I didn't know I could do and you've also fueled my desire to become an art teacher.

Don't ever change.

Ever.

Many Thanks,
Someone Who Will Cry At The End Of The Semester Because Of Your Absence In Her Life

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Dear Prince Charming,

Don't think I forgot about you. Your letter is coming though, just not in this post because it's a little early. :-)

Love You Lots,
Cinderella

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The Tuesday Blues

I have been sick all day.

I didn't go to work.

I didn't go to school.

I just laid in bed, sometimes with Prince when he was home from class, but mostly without. I did a lot of blog hopping, but haven't really found anyone new I'm terribly interested in.

And I tried out about four or five new blog backgrounds, although I can't honestly say I've found one that I simply just enjoy. It seems as though I'm incredibly picky about some such things and find that no where is there a blog that seems custom made for me - and short of paying for a blog layout, I guess I'm just going to have to suck it up with the free ones. I'd make my own blog layout if I could figure out the dimensions, but because I'm sick that makes me terribly lazy and as a result of my increased laziness I haven't bothered to do much of anything of any importance since the alarm went off at 6:30 this morning.

Phew. I'm tired just typing that paragraph!

(Kidding.)

(Kinda.)

Anyway I guess what I have done today outside of blogging is another online facet of my life that includes Facebooking. And I also watched the movie G.I. Joe with Prince this morning because he didn't have 7:30 class and I couldn't fall back asleep (although I probably should have tried harder).

I had no idea Channing Tatum was in G.I. Joe.

And in all honesty, that's probably why I watched the movie instead of sleeping.

Just saying.

I mean, it's just been one of those days. I haven't even left the building today and I haven't even left this room all that much except to feed my lethargic stomach twice. On the flip side though, I will have to leave later tonight with Zelda, Belle and her Beast to party hardy with the other students working with dementia patients for our education class.

I'm debating not going at all.

You should hear my cough.

(Talk about ridiculous.)

On a completely unrelated note though, my one year blog-iversary is coming up on the 17th - that's just a week before Prince and I started dating.

(Which means I will probably have a somewhat special post for that because a lot has changed since I started this little blog, and not just the numerous backgrounds I've managed to change like I do underwear.)

(And also maybe a post about my one year anniversary of dating the same boy? It's the longest I've been with any boyfriend I've ever had and I must say I wouldn't change it for the world on a silver platter.)

So with that I will leave you and maybe catch some Zs before I have to venture out in the dark, drab, cold, frosty night half way across campus to waste ten minutes of my life... or you know, I'll just stay awake until Zelda and Belle show up because I'm not really all that sleepy - whatever works.

In The Case Of The Old People

Working with dementia patients is something I'm really enjoying. But I've always liked listening to old people talk.

They always have so many good stories.

And the fact that my grandpa has Parkinson's Disease makes me a little bit more familiar with what I'm doing every Monday and Friday.

Plus?

I get to help make beaded bracelets and necklaces, I get to color pictures, talk to old people, play BINGO and a plethora of other activities. It's more of a blast than I thought it would be. But I caught myself drifting off in the front room where there are a whole bunch of recliners, staring at the various patients that surrounded the staff and other volunteers as well as myself.

And I wondered what these old folks were like in their prime.

And I realized that I always do that.

I'd love to have met my grandpa before his disease made it near impossible to know what he's really like. I'd like to have met these people before they needed to be in an adult day care facility.

It's the same with old dilapidated cabins out in the middle of nowhere. It's the same with ghost towns. I want to know what they were like when they were new - when there were people hustling and bustling all about.

But it's something I'll never get to do. It's something left only to the imagination because our handy dandy technologists haven't yet kicked out a time travel machine.

I say we change that. Let's go back to the future.

Because I've always enjoyed Dr. Emmet Brown....

Hello Halloween

Prince and I went camping with my dad this weekend.

It was freezing this weekend. I even wore my long johns which are mostly reserved for the act of snowboarding.

I know it was Halloween. What was I doing camping? I should have been out terrorizing little children while they Trick-or-Treated in the neighborhood. Sorry for the disappointment.

On the other hand, Prince gutted his first fish this weekend and I got to spend some quality time with two of my favorite men. So for me it was no competition - camping trumped trick-or-treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat.

Now I'm back from the great outdoors and not really all that excited to be back at school. Obviously.








Unfortunately though, the next time I'll be home from school is Thanksgiving.

Good thing I have
these pictures.