Almost christmas

It's about another month, well actually a little less than a month, till christmas time. I am excited for christmas, but I'm even more excited for what happens after christmas. What happens, you might ask.
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IM GOING TO THE UK!

Study abroad for my journalism degree. Mega super dooper ecstatically excited. I leave on the third of January and come back on the 22nd. So it's just about a month. I hope I have a good time with everyone thats going. I'm a little nervous because I don't really know any of the people going on the trip that well, but nonetheless I'm going to have an AWESOME time.

School's been pretty cool lately. My journalism class is kind of a pain in the ass, but it's good experience. I've interviewed a lot of people, most recently a pole dance instructor, which was cool as shit. Then I took one of her classes and had a bad ass work out. My legs are so incredibly sore and I didn't even do that much. They have mad talent and muscles.

I'm in a sculpture class which is pretty interesting. It's a whole new aspect of art I haven't had to do before, but it's a fun challenge. We recently had to make something out of found art, so we did a Back River clean up and basically carried all of this nasty garbage out of a river. People throw the weirdest things into rivers. I managed to find the front of a dryer, the bottom of an office chair and my friend found a perfectly good sweater. Well not really, she washed it and then it looked brand spanking new.

I ended up making this:

Which was my verison of the world shoved in a fish bowl and then attached to the bottom of a bucket which was attached to the bottom of a lamp stand. Cool right? My professor was quite impressed. This is the kind of shit I get to do in class. Hells yes.

So anyway, schools been cool. I'm commuting next semester which I am actually really excited for because it means I get to sleep in my BIG bed instead of these tiny squeaky dorm room ones. I also have a lot more space to put all of my art shit out. That will be SO nice, especially since I won't have the obligation to clean it up asap.

=]
merry christmas. soon.

NEW YEAR (almost)

I haven't written on here in AGES. But I'm getting ready to move back to campus on Sunday and it sparked the old blogger in me so I decided to get on here and do it!

They created a facebook group for residents that are staying in the same building as me, and after perusing it for hours last night I got a random friend invite (which I assumed was from the group) which I accepted. Then that person sent me a chat and it turns out she's my suite-mate, which means we share a bathroom with her and her roommate. We talked for a little while and she seems totally awesome so I can't even express to you how RELIEVED I am that I wont have horrible suite-mates puking in the bathroom at 3 o'clock in the morning, and yelling at one another like they are in a football field.

I've met a couple of other people on our floor, but mostly other people that are in the building as well and I'm getting gradually more excited to move in! I started packing last night, and I basically have most of it done besides my clothes which I'm waiting until the last minute to pack.

My schedule includes 3 art courses, 1 art history course and 1 journalism class. It is going to be awesome. I went on ratemyprofessors.com and all my professors seem equally as awesome so I'm really gettting hyped up for a good year. (Not that I want summer to be over).

The family went on vacation last week to this rental house near Berkley Spring, WV. It was pretty awesome. There was a community like that was about 50 feet away from the house that we got to swim in everyday, and Matt got to fish. There was also a hot tub on the deck, pool table and air hockey in the basement as well as a Wii system and Cable. So, needless to say we never got bored. It did rain a lot, but even so, there was so much to do inside that it was no problemo.

Anyway, getting geared up for the new semester! Ye-haw. Can't wait.  Good luck to everyone else that's getting ready for school too!

Hey guys and gals

So I took Matt to a hot yoga class today. I will admit it totally made me feel better to see him struggling through some of it just as I was. I had honestly thought he would do amazingly and I would be so confounded by his utter awesomeness that I would be annoyed. But nope, he had a hard time doing a lot of the poses and by the end was drenched in sweat.

Hoorah. Go yoga.

Work was so super horrible today. Work at the preschool that is. These two girls decided to team up with one another and comit random acts of "we're not going to listen to Ms. Laura-ness". I got so frusturated with them because I would yell their names 5 or 6 times and they wouldn't do more than glance my direction but when Ms. Eileen went "RILEY" it was an automatic stop. I guess I'm too nice. Either way, I stopped caring because they obviously were out to get me. That's a joke.

I've gotten crazy into listening to Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. I actually love their music videos. It makes me want to create music videos so badly. Though it seems you'd have to be on some serious drugs to make an Edward Sharpe video equally as awesome.

I just felt like writing for a little bit. I'm reading this book called Love in Translation so I'm actually looking forward to reading it a bit before I go to bed and I've got to wake up early in the morning for work. SOOO, good night, don't let the bed bugs bite.

PS. My birthday is next week =] yay

Mono mono ho ho ho

So the other day I noticed that my lymph nodes looked something like Frankenstein's screws in the side of his neck. When I went to do yoga with Beka on Monday night I told her to feel them, her automatic response, "Dude, I don't need to. I can see them from here." I wasn't really worried about it, I just kind of assumed it was strep or some weird flu-ish thing. Nonetheless Beka told Mommy dear and I got a call that night from her telling me I should go and see the doctor tomorrow.


When I woke up the next morning they still felt huge so I called the Doc's Office and asked when I could some in. After work, around two, I went there and they were able to take me within the hour. She did some preliminary tests like blood pressure and what not. She also tested for strep and mono. Once she was done she told me to grab a seat in the hallway and the nurse practitioner would come and get me in a moment. When she called me in she was really nice and just kind of asked me where I was from and what not. Then she goes, "Well, okay. You were positive for mono. Come up to the table and let me look for some signs." I was like you must be shitting me. I just got into doing yoga, I am sooooo close to getting crow position down. She told me I can't do yoga, can't go to the gym or do any physical activity really until the end of the semester. I wanted to start crying. It took every ounce in my body not to. I'm also not allowed to have tylenol, alcohol or kiss.

Later when I saw Matt we ran up and hugged each other and I was like "I have some bad news" he said, "what is it?" ....."I have mono." He wasn't even phased. Not at all. I told him we wouldn't be able to kiss because we could get his mom sick and she recently went through some rough surgeries. Not that he cared of course, later that night he went "Laura, I'm simply going to tell you. I'm not not going to kiss you for four weeks, it's physically impossible." I don't think I've smiled so big in all my life. That really made my day. So we slept together and I had to get up early for class.

Funnily enough I feel pretty okay today. Matt some how calmed me down and I'm not walking through campus crying about the fact that I basically can't do physical activity (because my spleen could rupture) when bikini season is literally next month. I am pretty pissed about that. Apparently, I have had mono for the last like month and just have been unaware of it. Corrine is freaking out, all worried she will have spread it to everyone she's been doing hookah with and sharing her Rikaloff with as well. I was like "Corrine, you probably don't have it. I have it. Ya need to chillax."

So..this is my life. Doc says next week will be the hardest. I already took four naps yesterday. I don't have time for naps today because it's Beka's birthday and we're all going out to dinner right after I get out of class this afternoon. Then we are going home to open her presents and then I am going to plop right in my BIG huge non-dorm sized bed and pass the fuck out.

On top of everything, it's raining.

Oh, also I gave my speech today about the brutal killings of dolphins in Japan. The class seemed interested. Not that I give a shit what they think about it. It's obviously horrible and from the look on my professors face she thought so too and that's all that matters.

I can't remember if I mentioned it already or not, but I'm taking Matt to NYC for his birthday since he's never gone before. I'm super psyched about it because I've been to NYC but not really for just tourist reasons. So i definitely want to hit up times square, Rockefeller center and all that mumbo jumbo when we go. He doesn't know I'm taking him, so I had to keep it on the super down lown which involved calling in at his work to get time off for him. His boss seemed understanding. Eeeee. So excited.

Anyway, I'm at work so I'll keep you all posted on my mono status as time goes. Don't expect much from my disease body though. (joke.)

Cats and Dime bags

At work again. I've only been here an hour but I have nothing to do. I brought homework but I really don't feel like bothering with it. I have a math exam later that weighs pretty heavily on my grade for the class which I should definitely be concerned about but since I abhor math I just can't bring myself to do it at 10:00 in the morning. I wish I was sleeping.
I watched Black Swan last night. Very intense movie, but not so much what I expected. The final performance/conclusion of the movie was fantastic though, I couldn't stop watching. They did a good job tying all the bits and pieces together. Natalie Portman is a good actress too even though I heard about all the hype from her winning the Best Actress Award, and how the actual ballerinas were pissed.
Anyway, I went to bed at like 11:00 so I don't understand why I am so ridiculously tired this morning. I feel like my eyes are really droopy and I have no incentive to do anything. I was walking to return my movie this morning and some girls were behind me being really loud. For some reason, that was SUPER irritating. Maybe it's because it's supposed to rain today and its been nice out the past couple of days so rain just seems very day-ruining. I also have to do perspective drawings later *barf*.
Nonetheless, going to a club tonight, yeah yeahhhhhh. And I don't have class tomorrow, double yeah yeahhhh. AND, I'm going to a yoga convention with Beks tomorrow and might possibly win an under armor shirt (which I normally can't afford to own). This will be the third time this week I have done yoga, except this is going to be SUPER long tomorrow (two hours). I went last night and the teacher was Sid, who is the owner of the whole facility. He is much more laid back about the yoga. Which means he tells us stories about his cat finding dime bags on the street while we are suffering in downward dog. Anyway it was a great workout by I am super sore today and I feel like a big bloated whale for some reason.
Maybe I should try a liquid diet...just kidding.

Sweet Jesus

Dear sweet Jesus I am so freaking bored at work. I have been here since 8 AM. Since then I have managed to do absolutely nothing. I finished reading my book yesterday and literally have no homework. Well, I have homework just nothing I can do while sitting in this office.
I actually have to make a video narrative, silent style. I have been thinking and researching ideas all day long but I still haven't found an idea for something I like yet. I'm really annoyed because I've had fantastic ideas in the past for videos, I just never wrote them down or thought they would come to use. So now, I am stuck and it's my own darn fault. We're supposed to have video to work on in class tomorrow....I hope I can muster something up by then.
I'm also doing some pine cone drawings for my other art class. They're pretty cool. At first I thought pine cones were insanely complicated and I had no idea where to begin drawing them since they essentially look the same all over. But it's pretty easy once you just start doodling. Hopefully my final piece will look good for when its due on Thursday.
Super excited cause I get to see Matt tonight! I called him while I was walking over to grab some lunch earlier and he was like, "So..whats Corrine doing tonight?" and I was like "She actually has plans!" and he was like "well..I don't suppose I could come over then?" and I was like, "You can ALWAYS come over. In fact, you pretty much should always come over. Come over now." Well, okay I lied. I didn't really say that whole last sentence but nonetheless, he's coming over. I'm excited. What are we going to do? I have no idea. I don't think that there is anything fun and interesting happening in the University tonight. He gets out of work around 9.00 so that means he will be getting here around 9.30. So, yeah I don't know what we will do.
Beka and I did hot yoga again last night. I really need a picture of us in our yogi gear to post. Alright, that is MISSION OF THE WEEKEND! I will get a picture, I will, I will.
Really odd though. One of my favorite poses to do is the tree pose (mostly because it's like the one I am super good at). Right after we did Eagle the instructor was like "okay, now take a breath with your eyes shut to regain your breathing" and as soon as I shut my eyes I started to black out. So, of course, I opened them again and everything started to phase out like when your donating blood (or at least when I donate blood) and there's just not enough oxygen in your system. So I had to not do tree pose and go into child's pose so I wouldn't fall over in front of Marcus...which would be very very very embarrassing.
I got up again though because I didn't just want to leave yoga. I think the reason I almost passed out might have been because I had really only eaten an abundance of fruit that day, and I didn't drink coffee except for 3 sips at Trader Joe's (because they had free samples of Fair Trade coffee...with Stevia. How could I resist?) right before class. So I think my body was like wiggin out about that.
We're going to this yoga convention my school's putting on that sponsored by Under Armor. I'm really excited to go. It's going to be like 400 or 500 people I think and its from 6-8. So two hours of yoga in a huge room with tons of other people! Really excited to try  it out. There's something about having to try when other people are in the room that makes me keep on going, and pushing to hold a stance better. For example, last night I was having fo real problems holding "dancer" (which ill show a picture of) with my left food grounded. But as soon as we switched to the left side, Marcus was like "kick kick kick. There you go! Perfect." and I was like "dammmmnnnnnn right its perfect. BOO yah bitches." And so that made me feel better about failing on doing tree.


Sorry this blog is so long winded. I am just so distressed at not having anything to do at work I have to preoccupy myself with something.

My boss was supposed to be back in the office tomorrow but his flight was delayed and so he probably won't be in until the afternoon. Even then, I think he's crazy for coming in. He is flying from South Africa, to Baltimore and then coming to work. That's quite a long commute, don't ya think? Why not just take a little extra time off to relax and destress before coming back to a crazy office full of notes that your assistant (*cough me cough*) has been taking all week and most likely screw ups as well?

Oh boy. I can't think of anything else interesting to write about. So I guess this will be the end of my oh so interesting blog for today.

Go, do yoga.

Man, I feel like a woman

Alright darlings. I have some news.
Last night I went to my first ever drag show! I had been texting with my best (gay) friend, Phillip, throughout the entirety of my three hour long math class, which not only puts me to sleep but somehow seems my make me chew an extensive 10 sticks of gum out of boredom. When I found out he was going to a Drag show that night, I jumped on the chance and told him to count me in.
Not going to lie though, I was totally nervous walking in. I was dressed in a pretty normal lacey tank top, black tights and a black skirt. The girls in front of me were wearing tight pink dresses with yellow heels, marilyn monroe sequins dresses and I think one had a corset on. Was I really ready?
PFFTT. How could I have doubted?
I was uncontrollably laughing when I walked in and a gay guy was singing "Geek in Pink" which simultaneously half stripping on stage. What's half stripping you might ask? I don't know, but she did it.
Soon the announcer popped up on stage wearing a leotard, silver heels and fishnets. Screamed into the mic: "OKAY LADDDIIESSSSS, what do we want?! 'WE WANT PUSSY WE WANT PUSSY'" Everyone started in on the chant....including myself. What can I say, I'm a follower.
The performers started to get a little better as far as dancing goes. Lucky lucky me, sitting in the front row. One of them, whose name was something-something Peacock..I think, spotted me and came right on over...While singing, started dry humping me. So while shes busy doing that, I'm busy laughing my ass off and trying not to have her ta tas in my face, which was pretty much impossible since she was sitting on me. Darling Phill got a picture, featured at the left. Obviously, I was enjoying myself.

Anyway, it's a lot of fun. I had an absolutely great time. I was shocked at how much make up they wear. Their faces are literally caked in foundation and eyeshadow. I can say, without any shame, that they are better at make up and booty shaking than me. However, that's totally gonna change because I am determined to learn how to dance now.


I also got some other TOP NOTCH photos:

Classy, eh??

One of my favorite bloggers, Sassy Curmudgeon, is doing a make up contest. Maybe with new products I can make a new me! And then, along with Phillip, I can conquer a drag show...even though I'm not gay.

I am a yogi.

        So, last week, on Monday to be precise I went to my first ever Vinyasa yoga class. There's this center near my university that does donation based yoga classes. They suggest a $10 donation, but I usually muster up enough to give $5. You walk into the studio, which is heated to an astounding 90 degrees, and roll out your mat and yoga towel. The class I go to is about 90 minutes long, and super hard core. The first week I know I looked ridiculous because I was some what unsuccessful at finding my balance. But this week I noticed a lot of improvements. Our instructor, whose name is Marcus, tells you in the beginning to "make a goal for yourself for this class, today" and so my goal was basically just to push myself as hard as I could, take fewer breaks (unless absolutely necessary) and sit further back in the Queens and Kings poses. My sister, Beka, comes with me every Monday as well. Last week she had to step out half way through because she felt a black out coming on. Of course, she had ran 3 miles and elliptical-ed before class, so the fact that she felt like passing out only makes sense. Her goal, apparently, was to "not pass out", which, I can say, she successfully reached. It is an amazing class though, and I am totally and completely a yogi now. I love yoga. I want to do it everyday, I want to go to retreats, I want to do yoga in Bali, I want to be one of those crazy 60 year old grand mothers who can stand on their head. That, my friends, is my goal.
         Beka and I have decided that after 90 minutes of yoga we can most definitely treat ourselves to a delicious dinner. We decided to go to this vegetarian/vegan cafe in town. It was so incredibly nice out today (a whooping 80 degrees) so when we got there we asked to sit outside. Little did we know, the wind would soon blow with enough effort to push our tea pot inches from the edge of the table. I think we both had like heart attacks when the wind blew at one point and pushed our knives, napkins and lettuce off the table. I went running after my napkin at one point, making myself look completely sane of course. It stopped for a moment, and for some reason I stopped too, but then another gust came and it blew it onto the road, so, following it, I ran into a road to retrieve my supposedly "biodegradable" napkin. Beka was hysterically laughing at me when I returned with a triumphant look. Quite the entertainer I was.
         My boss is currently in South Africa on a vacation, so I'm in the office all by myself answering phone calls, reading articles off of cnn.com and blogging. I read this article 10 minutes ago about a supposed serial killer in the New York area. They've found what they think to be 9 bodies related to the killer so far, and they said all the woman killed had posted prostitution services on sites like Craigslist. Can you say creepy? Its Jack the Ripper in the modern day. So messed up, and unbelievable.
        Anyway, I've only been at work for about 2 hours...(started at 8:00) and I am here until 3:00 pm. I have no idea whatsoever to do with myself. I'm sorta reading this book by Chelsea Handler which is hilarious. But reading makes me sleepy so I have to do that on and off.
       Corrine was actually in the room last night when I got home after my yoga and dinner session with Beka. It was good to catch up, and nice to finally see her. She told me about this zombie dream she had where she basically had to desert her brother which he was getting engulfed by zombies. She has odd dreams.
       My tab button is not working. It's really annoying..my freaking spaces are going to be all messed up on this blog now. Ah well, my blogs usually aren't up to par.
       Hopefully seeing Matthew tonight! Excited. It's been a whole...3 days. Wow, that's it? I feel like it's been weeks. Blah, I hate school.

I keep on going up and down on this whole college life experience and weather or not I like it. Sometimes I am perfectly content with understanding and believing in who I am, while at other times, if I could I would definitely go back to middle school and change the course of my life completely. I think that the university I am at right now is not right for me at all. It's a big school, so there's a lot of students (about 16000 to be exact) which of course means a lot of different types of people. I am not used to having so many people around ALL THE TIME. And, while at first I was good with having a big school (because of the opportunity to make loads of new friends and what not) I find that a shit load more difficult than it seems. People here have found their friends, or made friends of friends and they seem perfectly content with not wanting any more..which makes it hard for me to squirm my way into hanging out with the seemingly chill people. So...college blows. I should have joined the peace corp and learned more about who the hell I actually am.
   Spose this is just me complaining, I am sure that I'm just being stupid. I should have chosen a different fucking school. What the fuck. This is probably the biggest regret of my life thus far. WHY. what the hell was going through my head when I thought attending school 20 minutes from my house would be fun. I need to get out of maryland. OUT. out out out. -.-
     Can I just reverse time somehow? Why is there no space machine that can do that yet. I am furious. OKay, not furious, just mildly depressed....I think I have watched a whole season of Bones so far this semester. Haha..wow.
    okay, just texted my buddy alex in the hopes that he will be willing to drive out here...hang out and do something with this horrible existence that is my life. lol SAVE ME ALEX. I should probably make a note here that this is mostly sarcasm. I really don't hate my life, but making fun of it seems to help. =]
  Okay I'm going to go call people and do something. ACTION IS ACTION, and i need action. In a purely non sexual way...I'm okay on those terms xD love ya matthew.

song of the day:  Diamond in the sun by Sean Hayes
Meal of the day: Mother's delicious italian wedding cake. omfg.

Bulletproof

Well friends. The post-spring break part of college is now here. It kinda blows because they give us a week off for spring break but then we have to come back till the end of May, with out any breaks. So of course we're sitting in class when it starts to finally get gorgeous outside!

Maryland weather blows anyway. Tuesday it was almost 7o warm delicious degrees outside and then the forecast was snow on Sunday. I mean, seriously, what the hell is that about. How is that even possible?? I really don't get it...so odd.

Corrine's basically never around the dorm room so it's pretty much che de Laura here. Which I don't really mind, I just then when Corrine finally does show up it'll be like "why you in my space?!" when it's really her space to..she just doesn't occupy it. I get up hella early for class/work so when she IS here I can't turn the lights on or put music on or talk to myself. When she ISN'T here I turn all the lights on, and jam to some music while I get ready and it's just like home sweet home.

My darling mother pretty much forced me to live on campus next year. Its a pro because it's definitely more convenient because parking here is horrible and the commute, so I hear, takes ages no matter where your coming from. But then again, I kinda hate the social life here...waking up to our suite mates puking in the bathroom or screaming about some b

oy is not what I like to hear at 3 am. I much like the sound of geese across the road in the pond. Actually, thats really annoying too....hm. It's hell both ways. I'm going to get an apartment.

Ive been on this COOKING spree lately. I actually accumulated recipes and made a binder full of them. When I say full I of course mean there's about 10 but hey, I just started so that's pretty good! Anyway, I made blueberry cornbread last weekend. YUM. I made a whole pan, had one piece, went out, came back home and it was all gone. I was like "fo realz people" and my mom was like "...I had three" haha I see. It's okay though, mommy makes me food all the time, so she can have my corn bread without repercussions. My sister on the other hand...

HA. just kidding. It's corn bread people, I really don't care.

Sarah, Alex, Kienan, Matt and I got amazing mexican food at Papa Joe's

in Westminster the other night. IT WAS DELISH. You should all god and emerge yourself in wonderful mexican cuisine. Get the Guac.

Anyhoo, made some cool tie dye. And now I'm getting sleepy so I'm going to head to bed to wake up really early for work.

Meal of the day: Oatmeal and Bananers

Song of the day: Bulletproof by Lo Roux

Once in a while

Okay, so its already March. How did that happen?

I was sitting at work today when I realized that I am going to be doing essentially the same thing for the next three years. Wake up, skip breakfast, grab a coffee, head to an early class, drink the coffee, go to my next class, eat breakfast, go to work, run home, change, grab something to eat, head off to class. And repeat.

I hate monotony. I hate working. I hate listening to Taylor Swift while I'm working. I hate skipping breakfast. And I hate that this will be exactly what I am doing for the next three years.

Maybe it sounds pessimistic and despondent but I'm not trying to be, it's just a honest realization. I have to make money in order to support my lifestyle, so I have to work. I have to go to school so I can do what I want when I get older.

The problem with all of it is, is that I know a lot of people who don't go to school and are happy with themselves. I wish there was a chance for me to be a photojournalist without having a stunning background, but it's highly unlikely especially since I have no connections in the writing world.

I admire my dad for that, because he dropped out of Peabody (he played double bass) became a carpenter. And then after a few years discovered his love of Cuba and went off to school to earn his degree in Spanish. Now he goes to Cuba pretty much 3 or 4 times a year, loves it, and comes back more happy than ever. He wants us to move to Cuba, thats how much he loves it.

Will I end up loving what ever I end up doing as much as he loves this?

Part of me thinks the answer to that question is "no" because after doing it in school for four years why would you want to continue doing it?

I am one of those people who like change. Thats why I love to travel, why I became a vegetarian, and why I changed my major about 6 times. So who knows if I will actually end up liking graphic designing and journalism by the time I earn my degree.

It's all quite complicated. How I wish I lived in the 1960's.

I'm living with Corrine (code name: C Grizzly) this semester. I love it. When we do see each other, which isn't quite often because our classes are at different times and I work a lot, the stories we have are hilarious. The other night I was hysterically laughing because she was telling me about her fear of fish. Honest to god, it was the funniest thing I had heard in a while:

"Laura....you don't understand. I was neck deep in water. There has never been so much water. I turned around and there was this FISH just right there. It was about to touch me."

...Well, Corrine..you were in the ocean.

I mean, its hilarious. We have this piece of paper taped up on our bathroom door called quotes of the semester and one of them (said by Corrine) is "I'd rather be mugged than touch a fish".

Among others, there's "Your going to eat that with a fork?", and "Your more nervous than a boy's hand going down girls panties".

It's quite a fun room, I wish all of you could come.

I woke up this morning, Matt laying next to me, Corrine and Trent laying in her bed. Look up, and there is this HUGE stop sign that she stole. My first thought was...where the hell are we going to put that? Then I thought, how did she get it past the feds who guard the door? WAIT, how did she get it in the car? (it's that big).

Corrine, Trent and me went out the other night to this park nearby that is closed after dark. Of course, we went after dark. Trent just bought a new car, and some how attracts cops from miles away. He's only had it for about two weeks and he's been pulled over about 5 times. Needless to say, we were throwing sticks in the water and making fun of geese when we see 4 cop cars pull over on the road...right next to Trent's car. Not just one..but FOUR cops.

"You know your not supposed to be here after dark." "Yes, sir" "Then why are you here?" "We just wanted to hang out" "There's lots of other places you can 'hang out'" "Yes, sir" "You could be fucking arrested for trespassing. Boy, I know a cop that would LOVE to take you in" "We are sorry sir, we weren't doing anything" "Thats the fucking watershed, everything you throw in there ends up in the glasses of water you drink *spits tobacco on the grass*" "yes..sir"

I mean, COME ON. That tobacco you just spit is going to end up in the water you drink asshole.

In the end, we got off with just a warning but shesssshhhh. They did not like that at all.

Okay, well I'm in art class right now....

Post again soon

Song of the day: Summertime by Sublime

Meal of the day: Everything bagel with cream cheese

I have time to cry

Do you ever put your iTunes on shuffle only to have thee perfect song come on? I love when that happens because I think "Wow, something went right without me trying".

I was watching Grey's Anatomy earlier (which has now become my most recent TV show must-watch drama) and there was this patient who had seizures. They had put a brain map on her and George and Izzie were trying these different ways to get her to have a seizure because she simply wouldn't have one. They made her watching TV 2 inches from her eyes, and loaded her with espresso but neither worked. But when Izzie and George starting fighting she had a seizure. She had watched people fighting all of her life because she was a divorce attorney. Her life was watching people fight and having seizures. She wasn't having seizures in the hospital because she was happy for once. In the end, instead of having brain surgery to fix the seizures she decides to quit her job and live HAPPILY. Thats the treatment. Holy moly.

So I was watching this and it made me really miss my high school buddies and, dare I say it, school. God, I used to laugh to much with them. Now that I'm in college it seems to close to the time when I will have to find a reliable job, man and have kiddies.

I found all of these old photos from 1993, when I was one and my sister was four. They are so childish and fun. I'm either smiling in all of them or climbing on my sister like a jungle jim. I miss not working and not giving a shit about things. Children have it so lucky. I am incredibly jealous. Maybe thats why I miss working with kids, because it was my job to be funny and goofy with them. They loved nothing better than when I would chase them around on the play ground or "make dinner" in the sand box. It makes me think about my life. (sorry for writing such a serious blog. I'm really just writing pretty much anything that comes to mind).

I am studying to be a Communications and Graphic Design major. What the fuck am I going to end up doing though? I swear if I am designing the packaging for condoms I will go crazy.

The good thing though, is that I am way to committed to falling in love and going on adventures to have myself sit behind a computer messing about with Photoshop.

I really like to think that life is all about finding love. I know that may sound cliche but half of the things I think about are about being happy with someone. Maybe I just watch way to many chick flicks and think way to much about the perfect moments I have with Matt, not to say that we constantly have perfect moments because we don't but when my veins are roaring with anger over something or when I am on the verge of crying out a gallon of water it's the perfect moments that make me happy again. The LOVE that is there.

When Matt doesn't call me when he says he will I get sad, but other times he will call me at 3 AM to say his bed is too big without me and he misses me. Thats the annoying thing about love is you can't help it.

I haven't found my soulmate yet but I can't express to you how happy I will be when I finally do.

Song of the day: You don't have to cry by Crosby Stills and Nash

Something about the day

There is something about today that just completely sucks.

I woke up this morning at 9, after my phone alarm went off, then I sat up and waited for my alarm clock to go off (because I don't trust my phone). Maybe it was the fact that I actually had to get up and go to work that made today drab. I can't really decide. The weather wasn't all that bad. Colder than it has been I guess. I got to work and my coworker was there. Didn't do too much, made a couple of files, talked about the holidays and wished I had gotten a coffee on my way there. Maybe it's the fact that my new year resolution along with everybody else is to lose weight. Well who knows, I just know there's something about the day that's not sitting right with me.

I hate trying to lose weight. I'm actually at a healthy weight for my height so now its just aiming for that false idea of perfection. I tell myself I'm going to go to the gym after work (which I actually managed to do today) but it's a horrible wreck trying to get the motivation to work out for more than a half an hour. I think it might have to do with the fact that whenever I go to the gym its all these fit college guys in their tight tank tops and ripped muscles as an audience. I do not understand why people run for 10 miles, much less lift weights for an hour. Personally, all I really do at the gym is set a goal to burn about 100 calories and if I go over that HURRAH for me. That way when I manage to not be such a lazy bum I feel good about myself. It works.

I did burn 100 calories at the gym and then did free weights for about 2 and a half minutes. But then I got home and thought "well thats a shitty way to start my new year" or something much less positive along those lines and did a pilates/yoga video which I find much more awesome. Of course it was all for nothing because I can simply not deny myself mint chocolate chip ice cream. It is way to delicious to feel bad about eating, at least while your eating it.

There could be worse thing to suffer from. I would rather eat a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream as a youthful college kid that later when I'm 62 and have diabetes.

SOOO now that we've talked about weight I'd like to change the subject.

I just watched the Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya sisterhood. Completely and totally not what I expected at all. For some reason I was envisioning more Sisterhood the Traveling Pants kinda bull shit. This was actually hilarious because I feel like know people were like that as a kid. I mean, you gotta admit, your grandma probably did some pretty crazy stuff when she was a teen so it's fun to watch the memories of these people come to life. A lot of it was depressing, but the creative crowns they wear totally make it worth it.

Meal of the day: Dad's home made Mac and Cheese

Song of the day: Come talk to me by Bon Iver