I Heart Faces - Hilarious Outtakes

It's time for IHeartFaces yet again my friends! I have a love/hate relationship with IHeartFaces contests. Generally, I like the experience of entering them and seeing what other people enter and watching other photographers get better as the weeks go on. But sometimes I feel slighted or cheated out of a week (I heart tooshies, anyone? the winners were ALL children. no adults. that upset me a little. i'm over it. mostly. don't judge me!)

Anyway, this week they mixed it up on us, and decided that we were allowed not only one photo, but up to five! I know, hold back why don'tcha? Well, I'm going to show you five pictures this week. Because I love me some hilarious outtakes.


Now, to be honest with you, when I first saw this category, I wondered to myself what in the world I was going to post? Maybe I would just sit this week out as I am prone to do on occasion. But then I started looking through the masses of photo files that make up 75% of my computer memory.


I stumbled upon a few gems and chose five to show you all. So, in all their extreme glory, here are my entries:

(I honestly have no idea what's going on in this picture.)

This was in 2006 in Wyoming. Typical family moment for us, right there.

This is my dad. On Purpose. 

This is my aunt at Christmas. She posed for the picture, and then she moved when the shutter snapped.

And this, this spectacle is in a train in Germany because that's how the boys took in the whole trip. Sleeping off their jet lag!


Make sure you check out other IHeartFaces entries by clicking the link or the button below. :)

Questioning The Sunset

Prince Charming and I hadn't planned on heading to Hayden this weekend because we were just there. But on my way home from work, I got a text from his friend in California who was up for the weekend. 

We made the two hour drive Saturday afternoon in a rush-hurry-spur-of-the-moment type trip. And it was incredibly fun. I had so much fun, that I didn't want to drive back home. So I made Prince Charming drive. And I took more pictures. 

We left later than we usually do, so we caught the sunset on the way back. It was awfully beautiful. Full of orange. And the sun hid behind a big cloud and gave me some neat shots.

It doesn't feel like Sunday night. I don't think I want it to be Sunday night. At all. I have school tomorrow? What? 

But I'm going back to CdA next weekend for a church dealio that's going on about relationships. In high school, I was part of a tight knit small group, and we're going on stage next weekend. It should be fun, and I have no idea what's really going to go on, but I'm a little curious to find out.

My aunt asked me what my favorite flavor of Snapple was. And I have to say, I'm not a big Snapple drinker. I hardly have any at all ever. But occasionally I will satisfy a craving what I believe is Strawberry Kiwi or whatever alternative creative name Snapple dubbed that flavor. It's delicious. And the raspberry tea Snapple isn't horrid either. :)

 Valorie came up with a few questions. Which I loved. 

She wanted to know if I've eaten a crayon. I laughed out loud when I read that question, and honestly? I have no idea. I don't think I ever ate one, and if I have before my parents kindly cut out that finite detail of my unremembered childhood.

Also, I had a debate this weekend about how one pronounces the word 'crayon.' You see, I say crayon the way you pronounce the first part of cranberry. Craaaaaan.

Prince says it similar to crown but not really exactly like that. And one of his friends pronounces it like "Cray-on" just how it's spelled. So I ask you, how do you pronounce crayon?

 

Valorie also asked me if I would rather fall forever into an endless canyon or die in an atomic bomb explosion. Atomic bomb explosions make me think of cockroaches. 

So that would be a no because I'd hate to accidentally survive and then be surrounded by huge bugs with exoskeletons (I like that word. Exoskeleton. Exoskeleton. Say it with me, you know you want to. Exoskeleton. Exoskeleton!) that make me feel like I'm stuck in MIB with Will Smith, only this time they lost and that ugly dude ended up with planet he was after on Orion's Belt. Yuck. 

I guess I'm going to have to say falling forever in an endless canyon. The canyon walls would always be changing, and also it wouldn't be as loud as an explosion so it wouldn't hurt my ears. And I imagine that a bomb blast could maybe be painful. I don't like pain. 

Free falling though? Very cool experience. I used to pole vault, and falling from 11 or 12 feet in the air is a pretty awesome experience. Getting that forever? Priceless. Bahaha. 

Her third question to me was about clothes. What's my favorite article of clothing. Well, out of all of my own clothes, I have a hard time choosing. I really love my T-shirts, but when I want to "dress up" I pull out the fitted Ts or my 'nicer' shirts. Of which I have like...three.

But my favorite clothing article out of all the clothes in the world? Jeans. Come on! They're awesome. New ones are chic and old ones are comfy. George Strait looks awesome in a pair of blue jeans. As does mostly any cowboy. 

The only ones I have to complain about are the boys who wear girl jeans. Seriously? Aren't you worried about squashing anything precious to you? I would be. There's no extra room in girl jeans. Aaaand you look dorky. Go buy some jeans that actually fit (look up George Strait if you're confused) and you'll see what I mean.

Is It Just Me?

Or does it feel like every blogger and their dog is doing a post about 'ask me anything and I will answer you'? 

Not that it's a bad thing of course. I find it kinda amusing. It's mildly entertaining to read people's answers to questions like "What's a good name for a dog?" or "What's your opinion on the deflation of balloons in a European school district?" 

Those are good questions, right? 

It prompts me to wonder what people would ask me, given the chance. I like to answer questions. I like to fill out surveys. You know, I'm narcissistic enough. But I still don't think I'm going to come out and ask you all to leave questions in your comments. (Leave me questions. I will love you.) (No really, don't do it.) (No, actually you should.) (Not.)

But besides my sudden fascination with or without answering random questions, I got two of some of the worst types of news I could get at this stage of my life. 

First and probably worst, I am going to college to get a degree in art education so that I can teach students in grades K through 12. I've known since January that I'm going to have to petition to get into the college of ed because I dinked around my freshman year and got a bad GPA. Now I have to bring my GPA up (but hello people, I made the Dean's List last semester - that's a huge step in the right direction. I worked my butt off for that.) I'm also currently retaking Comm 101 to replace my D in that class and then next semester I was planning on retaking a core math class because I got a D in 143 because it was a class made of the devil. But Zelda told me today that like four different people told her she shouldn't even bother applying until next semester because they apparently won't even conditionally admit those students who are missing more than one criteria. 

She's only missing two. 

I'm missing three. 

Suck. 

Fail. 

For crying out loud can't a girl catch a break ANYWHERE?? But I was told to petition anyway and that they lady I talked to thought I had a pretty good chance at getting admitted. So I'm going to go ahead as planned and see what I can make of the current situation. 

And if they don't let me into the college of ed, then I'm just going to look for a different school that will take me. The university tells you that they're for you and they want to work with you, but then things like this happen and it's like, really? Really? You're going to build up my hopes and then bring in a fiery Godzilla death creature to stomp it all to the ground and then pick up some of the random pieces to use for a chew toy? Not cool. Not cool at all. 

Hopefully everything will work out in my favor. But right now it's all hanging in limbo until the petition meeting in April when I will hopefully know whether or not I've been admitted conditionally. 

My second sucky news of the day is about my job. I work on campus in a little shop in our Admin building and I. Love. It. Seriously. I don't want to work anywhere else. 

But I was just informed today that the new lady who is going to become the new owner of our shop, is not only going to be the new owner, but she is replacing the current workers with her daughters. Seriously lady? You're going to put college students and one really awesome lead worker out of business because you and your daughters want to run our coffee shop when you ALREADY HAVE YOUR OWN SHOP???? What's wrong with you!? 

I love my job. I'm a good and faithful worker. I'm a fast and efficient barista. But there's no guarantee that campus dining will keep me as a barista. We're losing a few coffee shops because of remodeling that Sodexo is doing around campus, so Heaven help me to at least keep my job let alone let me like my job. 

I may not even get a job next semester. The Big Man told us he's working on finding us new job placements on campus so that we can still be employed. But who knows where he'll put us? I'm scared. I love my job and now some snooty lady (I met her, she's snooty) is going to steal my job out from underneath me. Why are they taking valuable jobs away from students? Poor college students need their jobs you crazy lady with your coffee shop already in store. Why do you need my job as well? 

I don't understand it. I don't. I doubt she's even thinking about the students who would like to have those jobs. She's got her own agenda. I can't control her. Although I have to admit - if I could pull a Jedi mind trick and change her ways of thinking so drastically that the entire world is a better place I totally would do it. 

Ugh. 

On the bright side, I'm working tomorrow and it should be crazy busy. Me and the Fiery Red Head always so much fun that it's just gonna be a complete blast. I'm going to go into work tomorrow and have so many shots of coffee it'll be like nothing in the world ever was or will be bad. We're relying on God to take care of our jobs and my schooling and my sanity. Which may or may not be on the edge of disappearing permanently.

So I'm gonna change my mind a little bit and egotistically require all of you to ask me at least one random question to lighten my mood. Two would be great. Three if you're ambitious. Or none if you just feel like leaving me a comment but asking questions is too overrated for you. I get that. I totally do. 

I hope all of your weekends are super duper dandy and awesome. Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to go rot my brain with more blogs followed by some Calvin and Hobbes and maybe a short nap or two.

Tag, You're It!

Mrs. Lovely from the Ideologies of Melissa AKA Chesty LaRue tagged me in a game of Photo Tag and the rules are that you have to pick the tenth photo in your first file photo holder and write about it. And then you have to tag five more bloggers to post their first photo file's tenth picture. Yay!

This was taken the summer before my senior year of high school. These ladies were my best friends and we palled around together everywhere. Our favorite thing to tell people was that we were out robbing banks and stealing candy from babies (but truth be told, we never did any of that. Robbing a bank meant a trip to the ATM and then driving away "really fast" and stealing candy from babies meant going googly eyes to sweet precious little ones that happened to pass our way.) 


We were all single. We were all happy. We were all ready to graduate already and get on with our lives! School was just slowing us down. 

Now though, I hardly ever see Ariel (on the left). She's in CDA still and we never hang out or talk or anything. We kept in touch last year and some of first semester, but now? Our relationship is pretty non existent. Her and Belle also had a huge falling out, so that didn't help either. And now Belle is head over in heels in love with a guy that so many people think is TERRIBLE for her, but she doesn't see it. And she's into a lot of bad habits now as well, but we're still friends though we're not as good friends as we once were.

And me? Well, I'm here on this blog and you pretty much know my life :)

So, the five bloggers I choose?

12345 would be, anyone that wants to play along! Seriously, I like photos so much that I can't pick just five people. If you have a need to play along, there's nothing that's going to stop you!! Just do it already and tell us a story about your picture. I won't judge. I promise. :)

It's Been A Long Day

Today was ridiculously cold. I woke up to a rain and snow mix. Winter is a frigid woman. This year she's finicky and heck and can't decide whether or not she actually wants to be winter or change in her identity for that of spring. Perhaps she's still stuck in autumn too.

But besides the outside weather being made of stabby ice windy death, I got to do a lot of art today. Mondays and Wednesdays are art days. I woke up, booked it to class, painted a color wheel and started on my portion of our combined class project of painting American Gothic. You know, it's that one painting with the two disgruntled people wearing dark cloths and the dude is holding a pitchfork.

It's supposed to be optimistic, but it doesn't appear that way until you really analyze the picture. Whatever. 

And then I was off to Drawing II to create this beautiful picture: 

I drew some portraits too, but trust me - you don't really want to see those. One has a saggy right eye, and the other one makes the model look really tired with coon eyes.We've been working primarily with compressed charcoal and hard white erasers. 

And everyday, it never fails, I bathe myself in charcoal. I get it not only all over my finger tips on both hands, but also clear up to my elbows. And then, inevitably, I touch my face. My nose, my cheeks, my forehead, and my chin. Black. Maybe I'm really supposed to be an alternate race and this is the universe's way of conveying that to me? 

Who knows. 

But on a different note, I don't post a lot of my artwork on here anymore. Mostly that's because we are drawing nude models, and I don't know how comfortable you all would be seeing naked people on my blog, but here are some pictures that don't show any junk: 

I tried to document the charcoal that was on my face, but you can't see it in the picture, which is highly unfortunate because I remind myself of 101 Dalmatians when they all roll in the soot to become Labradors to evade Cruella DeVill.

 

See? You totally can't tell that my face has charcoal splotches on it, and I didn't even edit this picture in photoshop! 

After I finished covering myself in charcoal, I went my Design Processing class. I only like going to that class because I have TheProf as my instructor. We've been working with acrylic paints. Remember that color wheel I was talking about in a previous post? Here's what it looks like:

It's pretty except for all the ugly poop brown colors in the middle. But when you mix complementary colors, that what you get. 

We also experimented with color interaction. What the heck is that? Well I'll show you: 

I like this picture. It's a mirror in case you were confused. The two purple squares are the same color, but on the different colors they should look different. I had trouble capturing that with my camera, because to me the two colors look the same. But you be the judge. 

On a completely unrelated note,  I went to WinCo last night and bought gummi bears and chocolate chips. You melt the chocolate chips in the microwave and then dip the gummi bears in it. If you haven't tried it before, you definitely should. 

The Weekend And Other Some Such Things

Sunday afternoon Prince Charming and I made the trip from Hayden back to Moscow. I made him drive against his will, but he got over it. Besides, being the passenger seat I was able to take pictures of the surrounding scenery.

You're welcome.

The rolling hills outside Moscow are just beautiful. I alternated between snapping shots of passing trees and hills and hills with trees on them and playing DJ with my iPod. It was good times. The sun was in our eyes for a lot of the drive because it was the afternoon, which made for some interesting sun flares.

But since the speed limit is 60 mph, some of my pictures were blurry and didn't turn out so great. Some, on the other hand though, turned out awesome.

It's weird not having any snow on the ground during this time of year though. Last year we were buried in the snow and this year there's nary a flake to be found. However, there's snow in the mountains and on Saturday my dad took me to Lookout Pass.

I boarded at first because that's what I do. But then we decided to rent me some skis and after six or eight runs down the little bunny hill, I headed off for the green runs rocked my way down the face! Dad kept saying I picked it up pretty fast. TheKeeper apparently gave up his ski attempt after like a half hour or something. 

We're competitive and so basically, I win.

Saturday night Prince Charming, my dad and I made Mexican pork burritos, Mexican rice, guacamole, and cooked vegetables. Seriously. Delicious. If you aren't jealous you should be. Even if you don't like Mexican food, like me.

But now the weekend is over, so we're back to Monday whether I was ready for it or not. We drew with our erasers in Drawing II today. It's a lot harder to cover the paper with compressed charcoal and then erase strategically to get your desired picture. I got really into it though. My hands were black and I got charcoal all over my face. 

I still have charcoal underneath my fingernails because it won't leave my hands. It looks kinda gross, I'm not gonna lie. 

And then in Design Process II we're working with acrylic paints. We did a color wheel, and now we're doing color interaction. The color wheel has the primary colors (magenta, cyan and yellow like your colored ink cartridges in your printers), the secondary colors (orange, green and purple) and then all the tertiary colors (such as red-purple and blue-green, etc). And then we had to go through and mix all of the complimentary colors into their own shade of brown. 

So our beautifully colorful wheels now have various poop shades slathered in the middle. It's very attractive, I assure you.

The color interactions we are doing are 4in x 4in squares of complimentary colors with a third color in a 1in x 1in square in the middle. The two complimentary colors will make the color in the middle appear to be two different colors even though it is exactly the same color. I swear to you, color is the craziest thing ever.

Craziest. Thing. Ever.

 

To top everything off, this week is Jazz Fest. So my little coffee shop in the Admin Building? Yeah, it's going to be swamped. Not only am I working Tuesday and Thursday, but also Friday and Saturday. It's gonna be fun! 

At least this week should go by fast, right? I mean, I'll be super busy and all...and doesn't time fly when you're busy? I sure hope so...

Be Careful Little Hands What You Touch

This week's theme is Hands On, so it's all about the hands. And when I read this theme, I didn't know exactly what it meant, but after some extensive research (and reading the "looking forward to..." post) I knew which picture I wanted to use.


Prince Charming loves his video games, and even though there's much debate about what's better (Xbox or PlayStation) we love our PS3. Isn't it obvious?

To check out more amazing hands or enter your own photo (we're all welcome to enter!), head on over to IHeartFaces by clicking the link or the button!

Welcome To My Corner Of The World

Hello BlogTrotters! Happy Friday and welcome to the North West. I know it's a bit of unfamiliar territory since we've been spending a majority of our time on the other side of the nation, but trust me, you'll enjoy it here! 



I am from Idaho. Some of you may wonder where that is, some of you may furrow your brows and ask if I'm from Iowa or Ohio because you can't remember and some of you may nod your head and think about potatoes. Well, to clarify a little bit for you, I live in north Idaho which is located in the Pacific Northwest and isn't anywhere near Iowa or Ohio (but I'm sure those states are cool too!) Also, because I'm in northern Idaho, we get our potatoes from Washington. The Idaho Potatos are grown in Southern Idaho - a place that I don't really know that much about.

Right now I go to school in Moscow, Idaho NOT Moscow, Russia. Here was say Mos-Coh instead of Mos-Cow. It's a little town with not a lot to do except go stare at the cows with Plexiglas stomachs.They really do exist. I promise even though I can't find any pictures of them to share with you.

I would talk a lot about Moscow, except I don't know very much. I'm not really from around here because I primarily am a student. But I do get really funny looks and people ask me why I'm in Russia. 


Apparently, there is a worm hole that we drive through that magically transports us to Russia when we arrive in Moscow. Ha, ha. But today I am going to tell you more about the town where I grew up. Because right now this is Moscow:

Moscow is primarily a college town. We have a Main Street and a nice little walking around down by Friendship Square, but besides the Wal*Mart there's not a lot going on.

I grew up north of where I'm currently located, in a place right outside of Coeur d'Alene, a city known for its huge resort and The Floating Green.

The CDA Resort is located right on Coeur d'Alene Lake and houses all sorts of events year round. It also has a few restaurants, including Dockside which is where the teens like to go after prom to score one of these delightful treats. In addition to the Floating Green of the golf course, the resort also has a spa area where you can kick back and relax supreme.

We also have the longest floating boardwalk which attracts tourists from all over, as well as locals who want to get out and walk. You can catch some mighty pretty sunsets on the boardwalk and if you're lucky you might get to see a plane take off on the water!

You can also go for a pleasure cruise down around the lake. 5th grades go eagle watching, 8th graders have their graduation party on the boats, the fireworks on the Fourth of July can also be witnessed on board, and in the wintertime you can see all the lights that the Resort displays. 

Downtown Coeur d'Alene not only houses the Resort, but also has Sherman avenue where you can weave in and out of the little boutiques. And if you're downtown you might as well visit Hudson's Hamburger's - a burger joint that doesn't serve burgers with lettuce or tomatos and good luck getting fries. They have 18 bar stools that people fight over for seating. But they've been here for 100 years and sport some of the best burgers around. Mmmmm I'm making myself hungry!

Just a short jaunt from the Resort and all the wonderful downtown shops is Ft. Sherman Park. It was built by volunteers whose names are carved into the fence surrounding the structure. Ft. Sherman was also a legitimate fort here in the North, and I wish I could tell you more about the historical side because Coeur d'Alene is full of that stuff, but I learned it all clear back in fourth grade and memory serves me not to well in this area of life.

But the park isn't just for the little kiddies, although that's clearly who it's geared for, but us big kids play on it to. And not only do we play a form of tag where touching the ground is something you only do if you're 'it' but we also take lots of pictures.

 

 

Our town is also full of moose. They aren't real moose, so quite quivering in fright! These moose are big statues and were painted by local artists and auctioned off to raise money for the schools. You can spot them in front of businesses, restaurants, in people's backyards, and on street corners. They're all beautiful and different and largely entertaining.

On the other side of the resort, there's Tubbs Hill - a place where people hike, go for a run, cliff dive in the summer time. There's even a rope swing if you are so inclined to try it out. Tubbs Hill is also where I had my senior pictures taken, where I took my friend's senior pictures and where I will take my brother's friends senior pictures.

If the lake and beachfront aren't your scene, then you can check out Riverstone. Riverstone has a huge movie theater, a Cold Stone Creamery, Pizza Schmiza, and a sports bar that I can't remember the name of to name only a few of its eateries. There's also a little bit of shopping and park across the street including it's own man made lake. Perfect for late night photoshoots with the girls:

The farther away you get from Coeur d'Alene Lake, the closer you get to where I live. I'm from the small town just outside of the great CDA called Hayden. And in my opinion, Hayden Lake is better than Coeur d'Alene lake as far as swimming and tubing are concerned. 

This is the kind of fun we have in the sum-sum-summertime! 

 

 

 

If you more of a winter person, we live within hours of several mountains. The top three being Schweitzer (the biggest), Silver (the longest gondola ride to the top of the mountain) and Lookout Pass (the smallest, but my favorite). 

Lookout is where my dad takes me on Father/Daughter ski days. Schweitzer is where his heart is. Along with my brother's hearts as well. 

If you find yourself in Coeur d'Alene and you're just itching for the "big city" you can hop on the freeway across the border and right into Spokane, Washington. I place both loved and hated by the good people of Coeur d'Alene.

Spokane has Build-A-Bear, my grandparents, outrageous for us Idahoans traffic, and bigger department stores. But I try to avoid trips across the border because their street system is so backwards and if you're not careful you can take a one way street to nowhere.


But let's end on a happy note, shall we? With a sunset on lake Coeur d'Alene:

And I didn't even mention Silverwood! But there is a theme park located about a half hour away that makes for some pretty fun times. 

Actually, there's a whole lot I didn't even begin to get to, but hopefully I didn't bore you too much and I've sparked your interest to come for a visit! 

The One Where I Draw A Baby

In my Drawing II class we're learning to draw figures. Our outside assignment is to draw a figure from real life or from a picture, but we have to spend a lot of time on it to make it detailed. It doesn't have to look exactly like the person, but it has to look like we tried.

 So I found a picture that I really wanted to mimic, and I think I have a good start on it:

I'm using charcoal - vine and compressed to draw this adorably little baby. But I'm totally not even done yet. All I have so far (obviously) is the figure. But I need to work on making his forehead longer and sloping the his little bottom slightly different, not to mention adding in the texture of the blanket he's laying on.

I have my work cut out for me!



Especially because this is my studio! Fully equipped with game watching neighbors who scream loudly that the members of whatever team they are rooting for are stupid. And blaring base from across the hallway! Woohoo!

I can't wait until I'm out of here.

Seriously.

Anyway, make sure you come by tomorrow because they're going to feature my blog on BlogTrotting. If you don't know what that is, go check it out. Right now! What are you waiting for?

A Battle of Wits - Which I Clearly Mastered. Clearly.

It was war. It was war when I heard that all too familiar flutter of insect wings inside my all too tiny prison cell sized dorm room. It was war when out of the corner of my eye I saw a little blackish dot buzz from the window to under my desk. It was war when TheBug cuddled up somewhere cozy and refused to leave my room.

Hello there Buggie-Boo, this ain't the late great insect hotel and you don't have reservations to stay the night. No siree.

There I was, just sitting on my bed studying for my Art 100 test tomorrow afternoon when I heard it. Wings buzzing. My heart jumped. It's still winter. There aren't allowed to be bugs alive just yet. But I remember smashing a wasp on the concrete sidewalk this morning on my way to class. Wasps. I hate wasps. I hate bugs, actually. All bugs of the insect variety with exoskeletons, wings and stinging butts of doom-y gloomy pain.

But I saw nothing. 

I tried to tell myself it was just a noise. Potentially it was even coming from outside my shut and locked window with a screen to keep pesky parasites out. 

And then I heard it again. But this time I saw the little booger! He went sailing through the air and landed himself in the dark murky dusty underside of my desk. A desk that, mind you, is connected to the wall and therefore immovable. 

Nor did I really want to wrangle myself an annoying six legged creature either. He could just lay there and die for all I cared. Which actually, I hoped he would do. Die there. And then I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. I could pretend he no longer existed and then I wouldn't have to live in constant fear of being bombarded by some flying machine in my sleep or waking up with a poisonous bite on my arm only to be rushed to hospital and die a painful death myself.

I opened the door in hopes that the new territory would lure the bug out of my room to explore other areas of conquest. Unfortunately I had no such luck. That bug was having none of it and was perfectly content wherever he had stationed himself and he didn't whatsoever want to be moved, or found. So I sat on my bed cautiously waiting for any sign that TheBug was on the move.

Nothing.

LadiesMan came in to harass me after the bug had mysteriously disappeared. I told him of the insect's existence and he only laughed at me! I pleaded with him to find that darned thing and squash it, but my pleas he ignored - giving that thing time potential time to multiply and plot it's buggy world domination. Yuck. 

I reluctantly finished up the material I was studying and left. Locking the door behind me. I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to close the only route to freedom TheBug had left, but what was I supposed to do? I'm sure as the day is long that I'm not gonna abandon my room for an hour with the door unlocked, and *gasp* open!

Prince Charming was playing Bioshock and LadiesMan was listening to music, and before I knew it I forgot all about Sir Bugs-A-Lot. Until I had to go back to my room for a shower. I opened the door, awaiting the kamikaze death bug that was sure to fly straight for my head to eat out my brains. 

But again, nothing.

So I showered and brushed my teeth and put on my P-Jams when all of a sudden!

Prince opened the door. (But I had you thinking something else, huh?) 

He came to say good night and tell me that he beat his video game. I wanted to show him some of the drawings I did today in class working with a nude model. I'm actually getting better at the human figure. It's hard to get proportions correct, but I'm learning. Anyway, I go to open my portfolio that's laying on my rug when I saw him. 

TheBug. 

Staring me in the face with it's little evil demonic death glare that all bugs have when they are about to attack. Face to face with my nemesis, I thought to myself "this means war!" And then I promptly jumped three feet in the air and backwards and screamed like a little girl. 

"Do you see it!?!?!" I shrieked pointing to the bug. Prince stepped forward and upon further inspection saw the little brown sadistic pest. 

"It's just a wood beetle. It came from outside," he says in a very anti-climactic-why-the-heck-did-you-freak kind of tone. The fright left my face, but my heart was still racing. I. Hate. Bugs. Poor Prince-y does too. But he's the boy. So I made him kill it.

I handed Prince the paper towels from my vanity and he picked up TheBug and flushed him. So now he's on his way to the Pacific because as all the good kids learned in Finding Nemo - all drains lead to the ocean. You better believe it. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the familiar woosh of the water in the toilet bowl being drained. 

Bye bye Bug. When you wage war with Princess Cinderella Natalie - it's plain and simple. You make her scream like a little girl and then you get crushed by her protective boyfriend. Good riddance to bad rubbish in a world where rubbish equals bugs. 

I hate spring. It brings in the bugs.

The Name Of The Game Is Tuesday

Tuesdays are very odd days. It was once upon a time that Tuesdays were the most ignored day of the week. "What's up Bill?" "Oh nothing, it's only Tuesday after all."

But I like Tuesdays. They're right after Mondays - which I hate. Mondays and I aren't really the best of friends. Mostly because Mondays like to be devious and pretend they are sneaky when they pop out from behind Sundays and end the weekend so unceremoniously. Mondays. Bleh. 

Now Tuesdays, Tuesdays do not pretend to be something they are not. Tuesdays are perfectly happy in their Tuesday ways. They don't care if you ignore them. They don't care if you don't love them as much as you may love Friday. Friday is a snobbish day. He is all excited to be the one leading you into the weekend. He's also payday for a lot of folks. Friday is a good day. Lots of people love Friday. But sometimes all that lovin' just goes to his Friday head and then he's on his own agenda all weekend. Whatever.

I work on Tuesdays. Very early on Tuesdays. At 7:30 in the morning whichisnotmyfavoriteatall. Humph. However, some way or another Tuesdays always manages to have fun. I don't think my ratio of good to bad Tuesdays is more in favor of the good Tuesdays than the bad. One Tuesday I came home from work with a ten dollar tip.

And getting a ten dollar tip on a Tuesday is like walking away from the coffee as a millionaire. It just doesn't happen. But hey, I'm not going to complain. I'm a poor college student. I'll take all the money I can get! (Donations accepted. If you are wondering where to send the millions of dollars of pocket change you have taking over your house, just shoot me an email!) Kidding. Ish. 

Tuesdays people are usually a little more relaxed. They're coming off of their Monday-Get-Back-To-The-Grind feelings and as a general rule, I've discovered, seem to care a little bit less about the little things. They pay less attention to detail and are just grateful for a smiley face full of conversation. They're less snarky on Tuesdays. 

I love Tuesdays. Wednesdays are Happy-Hump-Days and Thursdays are almost Fridays but better. Saturday and Sunday are just lazy and Mondays are mean. But Tuesdays, those are grand. Tuesdays are days spent with Morrie. "The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it." -Morrie 

Not all people think Tuesdays are rockin' though. To the Greeks, Tuesday was an unlucky day. And also to the Spanish - who neither wanted to marry or begin a journey on a Tuesday. And to both Greeks and Spaniards, it's Tuesday the 13th that's unlucky. (Don't let Friday read that okay? It'll just give him yet another ego boost that he doesn't need!)

I'm not Greek or Spanish though. So I guess I'm allowed to love a Tuesday. Because Tuesdays are days I spend almost entirely with Zelda. We have Ed Psych together, we have Comm 101 together, and she shows up at the end of my shift at work. Sometimes hoping to partake in downing a Caramel Macchiato and sometimes hoping to become involved in excellent conversation - which always happens when I'm around. You know it does. Shut up.

Tuesday is also the day that we elect the President. Freaky. And well admittedly I'm not a fan of the current President, my favorite President is Abraham Lincoln. Who apparently had a dream that he was going to be assassinated the Tuesday before it actually happened. How weird is that?

So now that you're all educated about Tuesdays, I'm going to go enjoy what's left of mine.

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I saw over at IHeartFaces they had a calendar template. There were variations and I was super intrigued. Until I saw that the template wasn't free. It was disappointing, until I realized that I'm savvy enough with my Adobe Photoshop 4.0 Program and I could probably make my own calendar.

Let the experimentation begin!

After an hour or so, this is what I had come up with:

It's just one month, and I wanted to do more, but then I got interested in trying to do the entire year on one page. I'm still working it, so for now you just get Kiss-Me-It's-February. But I think it's ridiculously adorable.

I was toying with the idea of creating actual calendars for crafty gifts or something like that, but I don't know for sure. It would be fun to attempt though, I think. We'll see how it goes. 

And then I decided that I was tired of my background on my computer. So I made a new one.

It's composed of my favorites of the pictures I've taken so far on my Canon Rebel XS because I'm seriously in love with this camera. Besides that, I love making collages. With pictures though - not necessarily with magazine cut outs. But I'll have to make one of those for my Design Processing II class. 

I seriously am not excited about that class. The main good point about DP II is that TheProf is my instructor and since he knows me, that makes it a bit easier. But tomorrow after class I have to go out and buy paints and paint brushes so we can make color wheels on Wednesday. 

But for those of you who are on the curious end of the spectrum for how things turned out with TheOther officially, well he was given until Sunday to get his crap and get out. So he's gone now, and he's not allowed to have contact with LadiesMan, Prince Charming or me. It's a huge relief, to say the least. So thanks to all who were praying for the situation to right itself, because it's turning out to be okay. :)