CLEFAIRY CLEFAIRY CLEFAIRY

So, this weekend.

I went to Moscow to see that man who I am loving more and more and more every stinking day. And we did a bunch of super happy fun things this weekend, too. On Friday we went out and lit up the town. We started at La Casa in search of margaritas, but holy goodness everybody and their dad was waiting for a table! Yikes! So we headed towards Applebee's thinking, really, who goes to Applebee's these days... but, yeah, no such luck. We waited for what felt like an eternity before two seats at the bar opened up (which was way sooner than if we had just sat in the foyer and waited for a table. goodness). And we followed up our Applebee's time with a trip to the downtown. I don't think we were home before midnight, and shoot. Sometimes that's just what you need.

Saturday we did a whole lot of nothing. Nathan made chocolate chip pancakes and we watched old episodes of Pokemon because dang, that boy is obsessed. Subsequently I have been going around the house saying "Clefairy, clefairy, clefairy" because. Pokemon.

We wrapped up Sunday with more Pokemon episodes and cuddling on the couch. Sundays are the worst, I tell you what. I hate leaving. Nathan always says things like "so, you're just gonna stay the whole week, right?" knowing that it is both exactly what i want to do and also completely impossible. Stupid job. It's like i'm an adult or something. Weird.

And now it's back to perspective drawings, typography, photo-a-day, and ceramics. It's also the week of homecoming, so spirit days. hash tag teacherlyfe. These kids are the craziest.

LIFE AND THINGS

I would dearly love to be asleep right now. If someone came in here and offered to take over for the rest of the day and directed me in the way of a soft bed with a fluffy pillow and some nice blankets, you can bet I'd be sound asleep in less than five minutes.

My eyelids keep doing this annoying thing where they want to stay closed, which is really non conducive to teaching. I mean, it took me forever to convince my body that getting out of bed this morning was actually a good idea. And while I was awake enough to make it to school, I just sort of ran into this wall a little after eight o'clock where i didn't really want to do anything and walking was kind of a chore. It hasn't really improved since.

I think it's because of girl things that are happening to me and the fact that I had to do some yard work yesterday (which I normally don't mind) but you know, mother nature and things. Ugh. So today I am trying to move as little as possible and kind of wishing that someone would just send me home. It's days like today where I really miss being a college student and saying "eff classes today!" if I wanted to.

Being an adult is stupid. But so it goes.

Also, today is moving day! Hooray! Confetti! Neon flashing stars! I haven't packed anything!

I can't wait for the weekend to be here.

Is it Friday yet?

No, no it's not. It's time for one point perspective lessons and developing typefaces. And then it's time to move boxes and furniture before I finally pass out around 9:30 pm because I am grandma status up in here, yo. HA.  

Someone Pass Me The H2O Before I Die of Exhaustion

It's Thursday morning, I lazily woke up around 10:30 because not having a job and staying up until 1 in the morning will do that to you. I knew it was my last day of freedom. I knew it was going to be busy. But I'm a professional procrastinator. A lackadaisical lazy-face. Why rush in the mornings, anyway? I mean, I'm barely awake, groggy, and still warm under the covers. There's no reason to change that sooner rather than later. I loves me some sleeps, you know. I'm a college kid, so of course I catch the Zs like a pro, but don't you? 

Anyways, I finally dragged my unwilling to start the day butt out of bed and lounged around the house talking with my mother in the kitchen while we tried desperately to figure out what we should eat since both of our stomachs believed that our respective throats were, in fact, cut. 

I had leftover chicken tacos and she had leftover Spanish rice and some home-made hamburger helper dish that looked positively revolting, but I'm biased towards anything that even remotely resembles hamburger helper. To each her own. 

Then around 12:30 I hopped online to check in the boyo who I seemingly am attached to at the hip, since we are often everywhere together. Our family and friends have even combined our names together, not unlike how we refer to Brad and Angelina, you know? Matalie, they call us. But you know, they're just jealous that they aren't entirely as awesome as we are, it's true. 

At 3 o'clock Prince and I drove out for a mutual friend's graduation party. What a life to be explored after the graduation of high school! And we talked and talked and talked with friends that I haven't seen all school year who are near and dear to my tired little heart. I was sad to leave them when time came, but I'll see them either tomorrow or Saturday because they too are camp staff and can't escape me whether they wanted to or not. They don't. :) 

Six thirty rolled around and we met my parental units at the new Texas Roadhouse for barbecued supper of sorts. Absolutely delicious food. Absolutely. Prince-y had a chicken fried steak, I had BBQ pulled pork, my mom and dad both got ribs with pulled pork and BBQ chicken respectively. It was really good food. They play country music, the waiters and waitresses line dance for you, they serve peanuts to snack on so nutshells cover the floor, and I got to play with crayons while filling in all the activities on the sheet of paper they bring to the table for small children. 

I'm super duper awesome, I know. 

It's really loud in the restaurant too, which isn't always a bad thing, but it sure makes it hard to hear. And I don't know what it was about today, but everybody and their brother was having a birthday it seemed. So of course the servers would yell and sing and dance for every birthday and it seems they couldn't go more than a couple of minutes without going through birthday withdraws and therefore belting out in song and dance about someone or another's wonderful birthday. It was nice at first, but got pretty old pretty fast. 

I'd go back on a day when there weren't so many birthdays. 

After thanking Dad and Mom for paying for dinner and saying goodbye in the parking lot, Prince and I waddled to my car and headed to Jack's house. I laid on Prince's chest while he played with my hair and he watched Jack and his girlfriend play Little Big Planet while I pretended to fall asleep.

 (Was that sentence long enough for you? I'm tired, can you tell?) 

At 10:00 we bid them farewell since tomorrow we are supposed to awake bright and early for work. I drove Prince-y home so he could finish packing for camp and then I arrived home to do the same thing. 

My jungle bedroom was filled with unnecessary tote piles and cardboard boxes that are simply ubiquitous in meaning. I opened up our storage compartment underneath our landing. My room is in the basement of our split level entry house if that clears anything up for you. Ahem. And then I went to town. 

I pulled out all the stuff I wanted to take to camp with me and put it outside my room on the floor of the family room. Then I pulled out boxes from under the landing, put away suitcases that had been out since I moved home for Moscow, and replaced certain boxes before I combine elements from different boxes, emptied another box and placed all the full ones back in the storage compartment. 

I'm just tired reading that sentence. 

By the time the whole ordeal was over, I'd repacked the box I'd earlier emptied with necessary items for camp life, packed my duffel bag with clothing items, removed the unnecessary road blockage from my jungle room (who knew my carpet was blue?), and chatted with Prince online before he retired to checking his eyelids for cracks. 

I should be sleeping, too, but I wanted to just pop in and bid you farewell for a few days, since I don't know when I'll be back here. Trust me when I tell you that I'm not disappearing for the entire summer, but my activity level will be way down. Poop. I know right? 

Seven o'clock will come super fast and my eyelids are in need of toothpicks to stay open. My poor body is tired, tired, tired, but on the bright side I will be starting work, and we all know what work means. 

Money. 

And we could all use more of that. AmIright? Right! 

A Very (Un)Productive Friday

Today I slept until noon. I've been sick, you know. Since my cousin's wedding. And then yesterday it felt like my throat was two sizes too big for my neck. I figured a good night's rest was in order. Whenever I get a sore throat my mother always asked if I've been getting enough sleep. Usually the answer is no. Boy does she know me, or does she know me? 

I would hope so. She did give birth to me and raise me after all.

Anyway. 

This morning my throat is in a much better condition, you see. I was able to do laundry (including my bed sheets, which is a big deal because I always feel like it takes so. much. effort. You strip the bed, waddle down to the washer and dryer, shove them in, and when they're done you have to waddle all the way back and make sure they fit the right way and you're not putting them on sideways lest you short sheet yourself, and well? Who wants to do that. Really.) 

After I had waddled down to the laundry room with my load of dirty clothes and bed sheets/pillow cases and waddled back, I flicked on the TV. Because what is one to do while the laundry is spinning around in circles with it's fancy agitator twisting and turning them every which way? 

Practically the only channel I watch is TLC. It has almost all of my favorite shows except House, Glee, ANTM and Chuck. I make exceptions for those because they are just too awesome to miss. But I usually watch them on Hulu or YouTube, so in all reality it doesn't matter that they're not on TLC.

Today the first show I watched was Four Weddings. It's a show were four brides judge each other's wedding  based on overall experience, the dress, the food and the venue. The winning bride gets a dream honeymoon to some fantastic somewhere, and doesn't it just make you want to go on a trip?

I love traveling. It's something that makes you wealthy. And not the money kind, because we all know how positively draining traveling can be on your bank account, but you get rich with culture and experience. You step outside your comfort zone to do things that you don't normally do. And I mean really, who doesn't want that? Besides a hermit. 

I can occasionally be a hermit. I'm somewhat anti-social. Actually I'm an introvert, I do believe. It's not that I don't like social interaction, it's just draining. I come home from an absolute good time and just want to go to bed and sleep off my overdrawn expended energy.

Anyway, the tall blonde Barbie girl with the sparkly heels won. Big shocker. All the brides liked her wedding best and she was the only one who served decent food. Naturally she was the winner. I'm pretty good at predicting too because I already figured she would win before the show was half over.

I'm amazing.

Then I watched one of my absolute favorite shows. Say Yes To The Dress. That show makes me want to shop. For a gown. For a lovely Cinderella ball gown. Or maybe an A-line. I've become quite versed in my televised experience with wedding gowns. 

I've determined that I do not even remotely enjoy the mermaid style. Some girls can pull it off, but it is not for me. I can't decide if I want sleeves or not. My mother, her sister and their sister-in-law all had long sleeved wedding dresses. But I don't think that's what I want. I want a summer wedding, eventually whenever that time in my life occurs (and really, who knows when that will be? I haven't even graduated school yet, and the deal with Dad is that if I get married while I'm still in school he's not footing the bill), but anyway do long sleeves even belong in summer attire?

I really don't think so.

But what bugged me about today's show was a girl who had a very distinct style she wanted (it was mermaid, but who am I to judge? Girls want what they want), but her darn mother kept pushing for a Cinderella poofy gown. I say let the girl have what she wants! She's the one getting married, not you, you old lady. Although I have to say, you may want what you want, but if mom approves that just makes it all the better.

Then Prince-y walks in my room telling me it's time for noms as he grabs both of my feet and starts to pull me off the bed. A real gentlemen.

Introverted and Anti-Social

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

Why you ask?

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

I'm anti-social.

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

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

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

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

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

Hope your Saturday was more fun and productive than mine!