OK tiny rant time, I've warned you now so you can turn back now if you'd like
So as many of my friends from the Indy and those in classes are all too accustomed to now is the whirlwind of Stacy Sotosky.
Now I will give that she is a new teacher this year, so that can be daunting.
But we have this project where we need to do an artist profile on a local artist. We have a menagerie of professional equipment we can check out and use.
The downfall is that sometimes this stuff malfunctions. Like I've heard multiple instances of these cameras just turning off during the interview. And our lav mikes not working so having to use our phones instead for audio. And then if it doesn't turn out perfectly because of this equipment malfunction, we get criticized for it. We are not professional media makers by any means.
Plus she cant form a full sentence to save her life.
And even though i'm not on my phone, she deducts points if she catches you on your phone. But you cant really blame those on their phones because the material she uses for class can be really boring.
I've accidentally fallen asleep in that class already twice this semester. I try so hard to stay awake, but the room is dark, and the films are boring, and I can sleep pretty much anywhere.
I know I really shouldn't be bashing her so hard, but you can ask anyone that has had a class with her how they feel about her and its about the same.
Usually this blog isn't all complaining but yesterday when I was in the media center we were all in the same mood of being done with this week.All frustrated and in need of a stiff drink.
The tension was only really alleviated after I found my baby stapler in my purse. Which made me quite happy because I had been looking for that damn thing for a while.
Suffice it to say, the craziness of snow down was needed after this week.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Owen.
My older brothers full name is Owen Andrew Volzke and today he is 23 years old! What?!?
Owen has always been this driving force in my life. No academic challenge is too high for this history geek. He has always been the best and we are all extremely proud of him and all of his accomplishments.
He interned at the Air and Space Smithsonian, received the Gilder Lehrman award, and is currently a 8th grade history teacher at Evergreen middle school.
Which if you don't know O, the inspiration for him to become an history teacher came from his own 8th grade history teacher, Mr. Detweiler.
He wants to get a tattoo that says "Fore score and seven years ago".
I mean really....
Hes always been a bit of an old soul and he loves Allan Alda pretty much more than life itself.
He finds beauty in a rusty old can from the 1800s that hes found on the side of a mountain.
Whenever we go on vacation, hes always pushing us to hike more. That 75 mile trek we did in the Tetons in 7 days, all because of him.
But I know he loves me even though he doesn't show it all that often. He has these random sweet little moments where you can see he actually has a soul inside that machine of a brain.
Hes teased me from pretty much the time I was in high school about me becoming a crazy old cat lady, or that I was attracted to women.
Just so were clear, I despise cats.
And being a woman I know how mean we can be. Plus I have a lot of estrogen that needs to be equaled out.
But one of the nicest things hes ever said to me, and he'll probably deny it if it ever comes up, was about relationships.
It was on Christmas eve and all three Volzke children were settling in for the night. I was a bit cranky because I was the only one that was single and sometimes I just get into these nasty whirlwinds. Pretty much when the siblings significant others come over and you add in my parents, i'm the 7th wheel.
So I wasn't in the mood to be joked with about relationships, it was still a bit of a sore spot. But Owen poked at it and I snarked back.
He felt bad for making me feel unwanted so he said something along the lines of "Its not like you're un date-able, its just that you do things your own way. You take your own path. "
Claire and Owen have always been able to easily move from one relationship to another. Claire it usually takes her a month or two until she finds another wonderful nice guy. And O it only took a few months until him and Ashley started going out.
But hearing from him, a person I look up to, that he saw hope for me even though I didn't see it, was enough to change my perspective.
So Happy Birthday O. You deserve all you've worked for and more. Thanks for showing me that there's still hope and for pushing me to be more.
Here's to more trips around the sun.
Owen has always been this driving force in my life. No academic challenge is too high for this history geek. He has always been the best and we are all extremely proud of him and all of his accomplishments.
He interned at the Air and Space Smithsonian, received the Gilder Lehrman award, and is currently a 8th grade history teacher at Evergreen middle school.
Which if you don't know O, the inspiration for him to become an history teacher came from his own 8th grade history teacher, Mr. Detweiler.
He wants to get a tattoo that says "Fore score and seven years ago".
I mean really....
Hes always been a bit of an old soul and he loves Allan Alda pretty much more than life itself.
He finds beauty in a rusty old can from the 1800s that hes found on the side of a mountain.
Whenever we go on vacation, hes always pushing us to hike more. That 75 mile trek we did in the Tetons in 7 days, all because of him.
But I know he loves me even though he doesn't show it all that often. He has these random sweet little moments where you can see he actually has a soul inside that machine of a brain.
Hes teased me from pretty much the time I was in high school about me becoming a crazy old cat lady, or that I was attracted to women.
Just so were clear, I despise cats.
And being a woman I know how mean we can be. Plus I have a lot of estrogen that needs to be equaled out.
But one of the nicest things hes ever said to me, and he'll probably deny it if it ever comes up, was about relationships.
It was on Christmas eve and all three Volzke children were settling in for the night. I was a bit cranky because I was the only one that was single and sometimes I just get into these nasty whirlwinds. Pretty much when the siblings significant others come over and you add in my parents, i'm the 7th wheel.
So I wasn't in the mood to be joked with about relationships, it was still a bit of a sore spot. But Owen poked at it and I snarked back.
He felt bad for making me feel unwanted so he said something along the lines of "Its not like you're un date-able, its just that you do things your own way. You take your own path. "
Claire and Owen have always been able to easily move from one relationship to another. Claire it usually takes her a month or two until she finds another wonderful nice guy. And O it only took a few months until him and Ashley started going out.
But hearing from him, a person I look up to, that he saw hope for me even though I didn't see it, was enough to change my perspective.
So Happy Birthday O. You deserve all you've worked for and more. Thanks for showing me that there's still hope and for pushing me to be more.
Here's to more trips around the sun.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Taylor Swift is my soundtrack
Now we all know I adore 1989 by the lovely Taylor Swift.
But there's one song in particular I literally cannot get enough of.
Its the song Style.
I initially didn't like it. And then I didn't stop listening to it.
And then you have me literally head banging to it.
I was doing that today while driving home....
1989 is the non stop soundtrack to my life and that song puts me in the best mood.
Now i'm the type that will sing along to songs but this song just does something to me.
I think its because one of my new years resolutions is to wear more red lipstick.
And i'm currently almost daily wearing a shade that Taylor herself loves to wear.
And there's a line in the song that goes, "red lip, classic, thing that you like".
I don't know, but having that tiny connection to Taylor, a woman I've pretty much grown up listening to, just makes life that much better.
Like I remember when I got her Fearless album and there was a song called 15 that I connected with because I was 15 at the time.
And the song Love Story will always remind me of my first serious crush.
Begin Again I've listened to pretty much everyday for the past 6 months. No joke.
I cant wait to turn 22 just so I can sing along to the song.
And Our Song and You Belong With Me will forever be my angsty teenage self that wishes the guys actually liked me back then.
Blank Space is for when i'm angry.
Taylor Swift is pretty much the soundtrack to my life.
I try to dress and act like a classy woman but sometimes my wild side gets the best of me.
And i'm loving this new red lip color.
It might be because I walk a little straighter with it on and I feel like a beautiful woman.
Plus I notice more guys looking my way which is always a confidence boost when you've felt like a gray moth for the past couple months
Is that weird to say? A little bit of classic Taylor Swift red lipstick made that much of a difference.
Whatever your vice is to feel sexy and beautiful, go with it.
Unless its crack cocaine.
Then find another vice.
But there's one song in particular I literally cannot get enough of.
Its the song Style.
I initially didn't like it. And then I didn't stop listening to it.
And then you have me literally head banging to it.
I was doing that today while driving home....
1989 is the non stop soundtrack to my life and that song puts me in the best mood.
Now i'm the type that will sing along to songs but this song just does something to me.
I think its because one of my new years resolutions is to wear more red lipstick.
And i'm currently almost daily wearing a shade that Taylor herself loves to wear.
And there's a line in the song that goes, "red lip, classic, thing that you like".
I don't know, but having that tiny connection to Taylor, a woman I've pretty much grown up listening to, just makes life that much better.
Like I remember when I got her Fearless album and there was a song called 15 that I connected with because I was 15 at the time.
And the song Love Story will always remind me of my first serious crush.
Begin Again I've listened to pretty much everyday for the past 6 months. No joke.
I cant wait to turn 22 just so I can sing along to the song.
And Our Song and You Belong With Me will forever be my angsty teenage self that wishes the guys actually liked me back then.
Blank Space is for when i'm angry.
Taylor Swift is pretty much the soundtrack to my life.
I try to dress and act like a classy woman but sometimes my wild side gets the best of me.
And i'm loving this new red lip color.
It might be because I walk a little straighter with it on and I feel like a beautiful woman.
Plus I notice more guys looking my way which is always a confidence boost when you've felt like a gray moth for the past couple months
Is that weird to say? A little bit of classic Taylor Swift red lipstick made that much of a difference.
Whatever your vice is to feel sexy and beautiful, go with it.
Unless its crack cocaine.
Then find another vice.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
The essential clothing items for productivity
Now I don't know about you, but if I have to get something done, I have to wear specific clothing. Like right now i'm in the top I wore to school, ditched the cute tights and skirt (I felt pretty)
for pj pants and a mermaid tail.
Yeah I know, i'm a Disney princess.
But I can achieve anything if i'm wearing the right shoes and a good bra.
Its weird, I know.
Like today I was wearing these super cute booties that had a little bit or maybe like a 3 inch heel on them and then a good bra. And it was amazing all I accomplished.
If the girls are strapped down and the shoes are comfy or make me feel pretty, were golden.
I know i'm already 5'10" but sometimes I like to have that little extra bit of height. I walk taller and even though without heels i'm the same height as a few super models, I like to be just the smidgen taller than usual.
Plus then I know that if I can look a guy square in the eye with these heels on, then hes tall enough for me. 6'1" with heels on sometimes.
And different bras can make a girl feel differently. Sure sports bras are wonderful things, but I can fall asleep in those pretty easily. But a good bra, that makes you look good and feel confident gives you this boost of energy. Its like "hey, the girls look good, this makes it a good day and for that reason I can make that graphic, talk to that guy, write that paper, eat that bag of chips that's actually 5 servings but i'm going to eat in 1, etc etc"
Am I the only one that has to do this?
I wear specific clothing to be productive. I could never be one of those people that work from home in their PJs. Because I might be as productive as feeding myself, and that's about it.
I think its because if i'm too comfy its then far too easy for me to fall asleep.
I've some how developed an ability to fall asleep just about anywhere.
Yesterday it was in Media production because the room was dark and the movie was really boring. And I nodded off for like 3 minutes or something. But it was a struggle to stay awake.
And I have a freakishly comfy couch. As KC said "It legitimately cradles you".
I've fallen asleep on this thing at least 30 times. No joke.
Well we've made it 27 days. Which is about 20 days longer than I expected! Here's to more random blogs!
for pj pants and a mermaid tail.
Yeah I know, i'm a Disney princess.
But I can achieve anything if i'm wearing the right shoes and a good bra.
Its weird, I know.
Like today I was wearing these super cute booties that had a little bit or maybe like a 3 inch heel on them and then a good bra. And it was amazing all I accomplished.
If the girls are strapped down and the shoes are comfy or make me feel pretty, were golden.
I know i'm already 5'10" but sometimes I like to have that little extra bit of height. I walk taller and even though without heels i'm the same height as a few super models, I like to be just the smidgen taller than usual.
Plus then I know that if I can look a guy square in the eye with these heels on, then hes tall enough for me. 6'1" with heels on sometimes.
And different bras can make a girl feel differently. Sure sports bras are wonderful things, but I can fall asleep in those pretty easily. But a good bra, that makes you look good and feel confident gives you this boost of energy. Its like "hey, the girls look good, this makes it a good day and for that reason I can make that graphic, talk to that guy, write that paper, eat that bag of chips that's actually 5 servings but i'm going to eat in 1, etc etc"
Am I the only one that has to do this?
I wear specific clothing to be productive. I could never be one of those people that work from home in their PJs. Because I might be as productive as feeding myself, and that's about it.
I think its because if i'm too comfy its then far too easy for me to fall asleep.
I've some how developed an ability to fall asleep just about anywhere.
Yesterday it was in Media production because the room was dark and the movie was really boring. And I nodded off for like 3 minutes or something. But it was a struggle to stay awake.
And I have a freakishly comfy couch. As KC said "It legitimately cradles you".
I've fallen asleep on this thing at least 30 times. No joke.
Well we've made it 27 days. Which is about 20 days longer than I expected! Here's to more random blogs!
I hope that you fall in love and it hurts so bad
Haha you just clicked on this because you thought it was going to be about love!
Well I do hope that you fall in love, and I do hope that it hurts because then it means you are at least feeling something. That it means something at least to you.
But I just wanted to remind you that everyday is extraordinary. And that even good things can happen on a Monday.
Even though Mondays are the worst day of the week.
New beginnings. Hell 1/7 of the world was born on a Monday, that can't be too bad!
But maybe why i'm rethinking this whole happily ever after mentality is that Valentines day is coming up.
This will be my first one alone in my 2.5 years of college.
Well the roommate and my friend KC and I have this crazy idea that were all going to find for dates for another person in the group.
It'll be interesting if this actually is pulled off and if I get a date.
And if that doesn't happen, then we all have to go to Fifty Shades of Grey.
Uffdah!
Also i'm obsessed, literally obsessed you can ask the roommate to verify this, with this song by Christina Perri called The Words.
Which is all about falling in love and not being able to control it. And the fear that comes with falling in love again. And how you are really just along for the ride in the grand scheme of things.
So I guess this was about falling in love after all.
Well I do hope that you fall in love, and I do hope that it hurts because then it means you are at least feeling something. That it means something at least to you.
But I just wanted to remind you that everyday is extraordinary. And that even good things can happen on a Monday.
Even though Mondays are the worst day of the week.
New beginnings. Hell 1/7 of the world was born on a Monday, that can't be too bad!
But maybe why i'm rethinking this whole happily ever after mentality is that Valentines day is coming up.
This will be my first one alone in my 2.5 years of college.
Well the roommate and my friend KC and I have this crazy idea that were all going to find for dates for another person in the group.
It'll be interesting if this actually is pulled off and if I get a date.
And if that doesn't happen, then we all have to go to Fifty Shades of Grey.
Uffdah!
Also i'm obsessed, literally obsessed you can ask the roommate to verify this, with this song by Christina Perri called The Words.
Which is all about falling in love and not being able to control it. And the fear that comes with falling in love again. And how you are really just along for the ride in the grand scheme of things.
So I guess this was about falling in love after all.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
A Crazy Idea
So if you didn't know, i'm like 75% German. Ish. Give or take. My family originally came from the Prussian state of Germany when it was still existing. But the Prussian state also crossed into France so there is controversy that we might be French but were pretty sure we are German.
Any who!
The last 25% is about 12.5% Swedish and then the last 12.5% is English.
Suffice to say I take after the German part of my ancestry most by my physical appearance.
I cant tell you how many times we were in Germany and someone would ask me and/or a member of my family unit a question in German.
But we also celebrate the 1/8 of our Swedish background as well.
My grandma on my moms side is lovingly called Mormor which means mothers mother in Swedish.
We belong to The Swedish Club of Denver which is exactly what you think it is. A bunch of people that live in Denver that are of Swedish descent.
And each year we have the Lucia pageant. Which if you don't know what St. Lucia's day is, go look it up now.
Pretty much you give a speech on a specific topic you are provided, attend some events, and people vote. And whomever gets the most votes is the Lucia queen and gets to wear the crown of candles for the Lucia service and gets to be the queen for the next year.
I was queen for 2013.
And not only do you hope to god you don't set the entire church aflame whilst caring the crown of candles on your head, but you also get one round trip ticket to Sweden. Just one.
Now this can be a bit of a predicament because I don't know about you, but I don't like to travel alone.
So now i'm trying to find a traveling partner. And with my summer pretty much packed with a possible internship and job, spring break is my only real viable option.
The thing is, is that my moms 50th (woooo!) birthday is the week i'm home.
So I had this crazy idea that my mom and I would go to Sweden together over spring break.
Claire is going to be in Italy (I know how crazy is that?!?),
Owen will probably be off galavanting adorably around with Ashley.
And who knows if dad will even be home because of all his overseas trips hes planning for work!
So my mom and I in Sweden for her 50th birthday.
Wouldn't that be crazy!?
Saturday, January 24, 2015
When at first you don't succeed try try again... and then go to bed
Well my attempts at going out on a Saturday night were fouled.
I guess it just wasn't in the cards.
The over 21 indy staff was supposed to go out. But we didn't get that together.
Then my work friends were going to go out, and then that didn't pan out.
So i'm sitting on the couch in my pjs at like 10:30. On a Saturday night. Which is pretty much unheard of in this town but welcome to my world.
The roommate comes out to check on me and then suggests we go to the Wild Horse since those under 21 can get in and its a dance place and really who doesn't like to dance?
So we get redressed, put on some make up, get all dolled up, pick out outfits for each other and then change them, figure out how to hold all we need with out taking a clutch and put on a classic red lip.
Finally get out the door around 11. Get there with my under 21 ID that has VOID punched into it. And I forgot the paper they give you as your temporary license until your new one comes.
So they wont let me in.
And now i'm back home in my pjs.
At 11:43 pm.
So I guess I just wasn't meant to go out tonight.
Which is a bit of a bummer but maybe next weekend, we'll actually get the indy over 21 staff together and/or my co workers will go out too
Next weekend I tell you.
Hopefully I wont find a guy that has a girlfriend already.
ALSO
I cannot sleep in to save my life.
I went to bed late last night around 2.
And what time did I wake up???
8:30 am!
WILL I EVER SLEEP IN?!?!
Probably not.
Its the daily 8 am schedule that's messing me up!
Oh well, better rest up while I can for the week.
I guess it just wasn't in the cards.
The over 21 indy staff was supposed to go out. But we didn't get that together.
Then my work friends were going to go out, and then that didn't pan out.
So i'm sitting on the couch in my pjs at like 10:30. On a Saturday night. Which is pretty much unheard of in this town but welcome to my world.
The roommate comes out to check on me and then suggests we go to the Wild Horse since those under 21 can get in and its a dance place and really who doesn't like to dance?
So we get redressed, put on some make up, get all dolled up, pick out outfits for each other and then change them, figure out how to hold all we need with out taking a clutch and put on a classic red lip.
Finally get out the door around 11. Get there with my under 21 ID that has VOID punched into it. And I forgot the paper they give you as your temporary license until your new one comes.
So they wont let me in.
And now i'm back home in my pjs.
At 11:43 pm.
So I guess I just wasn't meant to go out tonight.
Which is a bit of a bummer but maybe next weekend, we'll actually get the indy over 21 staff together and/or my co workers will go out too
Next weekend I tell you.
Hopefully I wont find a guy that has a girlfriend already.
ALSO
I cannot sleep in to save my life.
I went to bed late last night around 2.
And what time did I wake up???
8:30 am!
WILL I EVER SLEEP IN?!?!
Probably not.
Its the daily 8 am schedule that's messing me up!
Oh well, better rest up while I can for the week.
Friday, January 23, 2015
The great hat debate
I SOMETIMES wear hats.
For a few years I thought I looked cute in fedoras. Then freshman year of college came and I was literally the preppiest thing you will ever see in Durango. And I liked hats, and I looked ridiculous.
So I laid off hats for a while. I had to worry about my hair getting all messed up which in Durango is a big deal.
Not really.
Its a big deal if you shower every day.
So no more hats for a while and now just recently I've gotten back into them. You will only see me wearing a hat in the winter if its super cold. Just so were clear.
But then I found my hats again and I tried it out.
And then it grew again to liking hats.
And then I got a Colorado flag trucker hat.
Which I wore to my second class today. I'm still debating if I can pull it off because normally these type of hats are reserved for the opposite sex, But who cares! I liked it and its a great hat. Plus I got a few compliments on it.
So maybe just maybe I will wear it more around.
If you knew me freshman year, you know I was the queen of the matching dress, sweater, tights and boots combo. All in the name of fashion.
Now you are lucky to see me in a dress. I was in one yesterday and I didn't want to get out of it because its comfy and cute, but I wanted to sit like man. So I put on pj pants underneath it. Don't worry, the roommate has a picture somewhere of it.
But since freshman year I've definitely made my style a lot more casual. If I can sit how I please and not have to worry about breezes having me accidentally flash someone,were peachy keen.
I'm still a lady but i'm not so stuck up about fashion. Durango does that to people.
If I have to deal with crazy weather, i'm being comfy.
Plus hardly anyone dresses like how I used to so I would stick out like sore thumb.
Welcome to Durango!
Where clean american eagle clothes stick out more than mismatched hippies!
For a few years I thought I looked cute in fedoras. Then freshman year of college came and I was literally the preppiest thing you will ever see in Durango. And I liked hats, and I looked ridiculous.
So I laid off hats for a while. I had to worry about my hair getting all messed up which in Durango is a big deal.
Not really.
Its a big deal if you shower every day.
So no more hats for a while and now just recently I've gotten back into them. You will only see me wearing a hat in the winter if its super cold. Just so were clear.
But then I found my hats again and I tried it out.
And then it grew again to liking hats.
And then I got a Colorado flag trucker hat.
Which I wore to my second class today. I'm still debating if I can pull it off because normally these type of hats are reserved for the opposite sex, But who cares! I liked it and its a great hat. Plus I got a few compliments on it.
So maybe just maybe I will wear it more around.
If you knew me freshman year, you know I was the queen of the matching dress, sweater, tights and boots combo. All in the name of fashion.
Now you are lucky to see me in a dress. I was in one yesterday and I didn't want to get out of it because its comfy and cute, but I wanted to sit like man. So I put on pj pants underneath it. Don't worry, the roommate has a picture somewhere of it.
But since freshman year I've definitely made my style a lot more casual. If I can sit how I please and not have to worry about breezes having me accidentally flash someone,were peachy keen.
I'm still a lady but i'm not so stuck up about fashion. Durango does that to people.
If I have to deal with crazy weather, i'm being comfy.
Plus hardly anyone dresses like how I used to so I would stick out like sore thumb.
Welcome to Durango!
Where clean american eagle clothes stick out more than mismatched hippies!
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Do not watch Nicholas Sparks if you are single
The roommate and I are in similar relationship status's.
Single that is.
And we have this bad habit of watching hopelessly romantic movies
Such as those based on Nicholas Sparks chick flick novels.
Which is really bad because neither of us have gone on a date in about 2 months.
And as pointed out to me as one of my section members in band, i'm apparently a one date kind of girl.
So watching something that is overly romantic and makes your heart strings twinge is not good for all of us single women to watch.
My friend Meaghan is also a blog writer, and she recently wrote a blog about being single and tall. Shes 6'2". And even though i'm not that tall I do feel her pain in a way.
That being single is seen as being odd. That something is wrong with you and that's why you are single.
When in reality, maybe at this time of your life you are just not ready for a relationship. Maybe it will just complicate things too much. Maybe the right person isn't around right now. Or maybe there's just a larger plan in order. Maybe being single right now is to remind you that its OK to be alone.
That sometimes connectivity is toxic. Sometimes you need to enjoy the silence. The solidarity of being who you are without being attached to another person.
Being in a relationship sometimes is like being addicted to your phone in a way. You always have to have it with you.You feel lost with out it. You need to feel connected to it. And its hard to be with out it.
Sometimes we need a detox from the drug that love can put us under.
That you shouldn't relationship hop. You need to be able to stay true to yourself. Know who you are before you try to bring another into your world.
But damn, I'd kill for a good date.
Single that is.
And we have this bad habit of watching hopelessly romantic movies
Such as those based on Nicholas Sparks chick flick novels.
Which is really bad because neither of us have gone on a date in about 2 months.
And as pointed out to me as one of my section members in band, i'm apparently a one date kind of girl.
So watching something that is overly romantic and makes your heart strings twinge is not good for all of us single women to watch.
My friend Meaghan is also a blog writer, and she recently wrote a blog about being single and tall. Shes 6'2". And even though i'm not that tall I do feel her pain in a way.
That being single is seen as being odd. That something is wrong with you and that's why you are single.
When in reality, maybe at this time of your life you are just not ready for a relationship. Maybe it will just complicate things too much. Maybe the right person isn't around right now. Or maybe there's just a larger plan in order. Maybe being single right now is to remind you that its OK to be alone.
That sometimes connectivity is toxic. Sometimes you need to enjoy the silence. The solidarity of being who you are without being attached to another person.
Being in a relationship sometimes is like being addicted to your phone in a way. You always have to have it with you.You feel lost with out it. You need to feel connected to it. And its hard to be with out it.
Sometimes we need a detox from the drug that love can put us under.
That you shouldn't relationship hop. You need to be able to stay true to yourself. Know who you are before you try to bring another into your world.
But damn, I'd kill for a good date.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
When in doubt, watch Dirty Dancing
My favorite movie at this current moment is Dirty Dancing if you couldn't guess from the title.
Usually I don't like to re-watch movies because I hate already knowing what happens. Its like when someone tells you the end of your favorite book.
But this one I could watch over and over again. Its just too good.
And when i'm having a particularly rough day, I like to watch it. Or if I just need a pick me up.
It might be because the "nice" guy who I gave my number to on Saturday, turns out has a girlfriend.
Yep.
I thought I had a date this weekend.
But there's something about Dirty Dancing.
I think its because Baby and I are similar in some ways.
And that I aspire to do the final dance that her and Johnny do.
Or the love ballads.
Or maybe its because I have this massive crush on Patrick Swayze
And that the father daughter relationship is similar to mine and my dads
And her sister is so terribly awkward
And I wish I was that graceful
Which could be a challenge for me to become that graceful because I am not coordinated in the least
But who knows maybe someday i'll learn that dance.
And dance it with my own version of Patrick Swayze.
Usually I don't like to re-watch movies because I hate already knowing what happens. Its like when someone tells you the end of your favorite book.
But this one I could watch over and over again. Its just too good.
And when i'm having a particularly rough day, I like to watch it. Or if I just need a pick me up.
It might be because the "nice" guy who I gave my number to on Saturday, turns out has a girlfriend.
Yep.
I thought I had a date this weekend.
But there's something about Dirty Dancing.
I think its because Baby and I are similar in some ways.
And that I aspire to do the final dance that her and Johnny do.
Or the love ballads.
Or maybe its because I have this massive crush on Patrick Swayze
And that the father daughter relationship is similar to mine and my dads
And her sister is so terribly awkward
And I wish I was that graceful
Which could be a challenge for me to become that graceful because I am not coordinated in the least
But who knows maybe someday i'll learn that dance.
And dance it with my own version of Patrick Swayze.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
To start anew
I never told you how I also like the beginning of the year.
Sure its cold and terrible and celebrating christmas/my birthday is all over, but it means the past year is finally behind you.
That when you reference an event that happened you have to say last year and not a few months ago. I cant say anymore that my boyfriend and I broke up a few months ago or that Bri died a few months ago. Both events were hard but they were last year and now I need to move on with my life.
Maybe being 21 and it being 2015 is a sign.
I was talking to my friend last year in December, the last day of Indy for the semester about wanting to start again. His name is Ray but everyone calls him "Smooth Ray" because he has this freakishly deep smooth voice. Like he could say "I'm going to murder you with a rusty spoon" and I still would be totally calm.
Anyways we were talking and he truly believed that 2015 would be a good year because get this all the individual numbers of 2015 so 2+1+5= 8 which I guess is a strong number. I don't know I guess it seems like strong number.
But this isn't the only time I had heard that 2015 would be my year. My parents believe it too. Well of course they would, they are my parents and they are the best thing ever. Not even joking.
Well they met when they both were 21.
My dad had just turned 21 a few weeks prior and they met at a bar because of some mutual friends. It took him a month to ask her out and 3 months later they were engaged. About a year after that they were married and here we are today. 27 years later.
So maybe I believe in fate and maybe I really do believe in happily ever after.
But 2015 feels different.
It feels more like me.
And today I felt more like an improved version of me more than I did 6 months ago.
I've realized that love doesnt come to those who wait.
I have to get out there!
Bring on zhe men!
Sure its cold and terrible and celebrating christmas/my birthday is all over, but it means the past year is finally behind you.
That when you reference an event that happened you have to say last year and not a few months ago. I cant say anymore that my boyfriend and I broke up a few months ago or that Bri died a few months ago. Both events were hard but they were last year and now I need to move on with my life.
Maybe being 21 and it being 2015 is a sign.
I was talking to my friend last year in December, the last day of Indy for the semester about wanting to start again. His name is Ray but everyone calls him "Smooth Ray" because he has this freakishly deep smooth voice. Like he could say "I'm going to murder you with a rusty spoon" and I still would be totally calm.
Anyways we were talking and he truly believed that 2015 would be a good year because get this all the individual numbers of 2015 so 2+1+5= 8 which I guess is a strong number. I don't know I guess it seems like strong number.
But this isn't the only time I had heard that 2015 would be my year. My parents believe it too. Well of course they would, they are my parents and they are the best thing ever. Not even joking.
Well they met when they both were 21.
My dad had just turned 21 a few weeks prior and they met at a bar because of some mutual friends. It took him a month to ask her out and 3 months later they were engaged. About a year after that they were married and here we are today. 27 years later.
So maybe I believe in fate and maybe I really do believe in happily ever after.
But 2015 feels different.
It feels more like me.
And today I felt more like an improved version of me more than I did 6 months ago.
I've realized that love doesnt come to those who wait.
I have to get out there!
Bring on zhe men!
Monday, January 19, 2015
I need more caffeine in my life and Jane the Virgin
Having an 8 am class every day has turned into a constant mentality of "why dont I drink more coffee". The first 10 minutes are fine and when i'm in the Indy i'm not that tired because we have stuff to do.
But Spanish 320 at 8:15 in the morning is the definition of rough.
I've been trying to not do so much caffeine because i'm trying to live a healthier lifestyle but sometimes you just have to bite the bullet.
My mind cannot seem to translate and i've seemed to have lost my way to eloquently speak in spanish. Which is a problem with a spanish minor.
Also i've started binge watching that show Jane the Virgin
Which I thought would be dumb.
BUT
It has heart which in this day and age of selfies and people thinking they are better than everyone and their mother. Having a show that is funny and endearing is like a breathe of fresh air. The girl that plays Jane in particular is incredible and absolutely perfect for that part.
It just makes me rethink myself and relationships and how sometimes love isnt always like a fairytale. Sometimes its complicated and messy and thats ok.
And thats exactly what Jane the Virgin is about.
And I love it.
But Spanish 320 at 8:15 in the morning is the definition of rough.
I've been trying to not do so much caffeine because i'm trying to live a healthier lifestyle but sometimes you just have to bite the bullet.
My mind cannot seem to translate and i've seemed to have lost my way to eloquently speak in spanish. Which is a problem with a spanish minor.
Also i've started binge watching that show Jane the Virgin
Which I thought would be dumb.
BUT
It has heart which in this day and age of selfies and people thinking they are better than everyone and their mother. Having a show that is funny and endearing is like a breathe of fresh air. The girl that plays Jane in particular is incredible and absolutely perfect for that part.
It just makes me rethink myself and relationships and how sometimes love isnt always like a fairytale. Sometimes its complicated and messy and thats ok.
And thats exactly what Jane the Virgin is about.
And I love it.
An emotional roller coaster day
The first thing I thought when I woke up Sunday morning was "Thank god the world isnt spinning and i'm in a bed and not on the floor"
So after scarfing down a banana and some fruit I went home and took a nap that apparently according to the roommate was 5 hours. It was like 3 but whatever.
And then we decided for some odd reason, or maybe it was because of Eli wanting to go see it and the roommate that we went to go see American Sniper.
Holy crap that was intense!
Such a good movie but I literally couldn't go to sleep last night because of it.
You seriously have to go see it if you haven't yet.
Sorry this is a shorter post but it was a really relaxed day of just recovering.
But hey its day 18!
So after scarfing down a banana and some fruit I went home and took a nap that apparently according to the roommate was 5 hours. It was like 3 but whatever.
And then we decided for some odd reason, or maybe it was because of Eli wanting to go see it and the roommate that we went to go see American Sniper.
Holy crap that was intense!
Such a good movie but I literally couldn't go to sleep last night because of it.
You seriously have to go see it if you haven't yet.
Sorry this is a shorter post but it was a really relaxed day of just recovering.
But hey its day 18!
Letting my hair down
Now if you didn't know, I didn't get to celebrate my 21st birthday because of some dumb snow.
Another thing is I dont let my hair down all that often. Or pretty much ever. If you ever see my hair down its because I literally have nothing to do. Or I'm really trying to flirt. About 95% of the time you will see my hair up on top of my head. Out of the way.
I just never let go and be free.
But I was finally celebrating my 21st and I wasn't going to let my inhibitions get in the way of me enjoying the one night where I was allowed to be crazy and wild.
And I didn't.
Don't worry mom I was safe.
I drank a lot of water.
Stayed with my friends
Flirted. A lot.
And got a really nice guys number
And then threw up in the bathroom of the office.
So I didn't really have a hangover, which I guess is a plus.
Drunken me somehow was able to know that I was not feeling well and to go to the bathroom.
Good job drunk me.
I'd also like to add i'm a bit of a light weight so it didn't take much.
But to just let go for once in my life and not worry about what other people are thinking about.
To just dance and flirt.
I don't go up to boys when I think they are cute.
I just hope they have enough balls to come up to me.
Or I just glance at them awkwardly and hope to god they see me and know that I want to talk to them.
Yeah i'm a bit odd.
But like everyone else under the influence of alcohol, it acts as a truth serum and a confidence booster.
I knew I looked pretty, but being able to have no fear was just incredible
My 21st celebration was pretty wonderful to say the least
Another thing is I dont let my hair down all that often. Or pretty much ever. If you ever see my hair down its because I literally have nothing to do. Or I'm really trying to flirt. About 95% of the time you will see my hair up on top of my head. Out of the way.
I just never let go and be free.
But I was finally celebrating my 21st and I wasn't going to let my inhibitions get in the way of me enjoying the one night where I was allowed to be crazy and wild.
And I didn't.
Don't worry mom I was safe.
I drank a lot of water.
Stayed with my friends
Flirted. A lot.
And got a really nice guys number
And then threw up in the bathroom of the office.
So I didn't really have a hangover, which I guess is a plus.
Drunken me somehow was able to know that I was not feeling well and to go to the bathroom.
Good job drunk me.
I'd also like to add i'm a bit of a light weight so it didn't take much.
But to just let go for once in my life and not worry about what other people are thinking about.
To just dance and flirt.
I don't go up to boys when I think they are cute.
I just hope they have enough balls to come up to me.
Or I just glance at them awkwardly and hope to god they see me and know that I want to talk to them.
Yeah i'm a bit odd.
But like everyone else under the influence of alcohol, it acts as a truth serum and a confidence booster.
I knew I looked pretty, but being able to have no fear was just incredible
My 21st celebration was pretty wonderful to say the least
Saturday, January 17, 2015
First week done!
The first week of school is always the most exciting and slightly stressful.
I think its the syllabus that's what freaks me out because its this massive list of what were going to be doing in that class.
I love lists but having one that goes on and on is daunting. But at the same time it just lays out the entire semester.
That cant be too bad.
But Friday night everyone else is going out and quite frankly all I want to do is sit on my couch and let my tired muscles rest. I was literally hobbling around yesterday , and oh stairs are the worst. Going up at least, going down isn't too bad. My butt and thighs are the worst.
But I know that all this time at the gym and eating healthy is for something.
I used to not like going because I was out of shape and didn't want to make a fool of myself.
And quite frankly I still do. Flutter kicks are just comical.
I'm not the strongest but i'm working on it and I think that counts for something. My core is definitely not as strong as i'd like. But it will come with time!
But the first week started off rudely with a 5:45 am alarm. Well I got up at 6, had some coffee on an empty stomach which is a bad idea.
But then the week came and went.
I reconnected with old friends and made some new ones.
Remembered why I love my major so much.
Started going to gym
Took on a fundraising effort to send The Independent to LA for a conference, which I hope to god I can pull off. But I literally would be too stressed if I didn't do it because I really want to go.
But I can do this.
6th semester here I come!
I think its the syllabus that's what freaks me out because its this massive list of what were going to be doing in that class.
I love lists but having one that goes on and on is daunting. But at the same time it just lays out the entire semester.
That cant be too bad.
But Friday night everyone else is going out and quite frankly all I want to do is sit on my couch and let my tired muscles rest. I was literally hobbling around yesterday , and oh stairs are the worst. Going up at least, going down isn't too bad. My butt and thighs are the worst.
But I know that all this time at the gym and eating healthy is for something.
I used to not like going because I was out of shape and didn't want to make a fool of myself.
And quite frankly I still do. Flutter kicks are just comical.
I'm not the strongest but i'm working on it and I think that counts for something. My core is definitely not as strong as i'd like. But it will come with time!
But the first week started off rudely with a 5:45 am alarm. Well I got up at 6, had some coffee on an empty stomach which is a bad idea.
But then the week came and went.
I reconnected with old friends and made some new ones.
Remembered why I love my major so much.
Started going to gym
Took on a fundraising effort to send The Independent to LA for a conference, which I hope to god I can pull off. But I literally would be too stressed if I didn't do it because I really want to go.
But I can do this.
6th semester here I come!
Thursday, January 15, 2015
The first actual Indy day
Now as I've expressed before, the first day of classes is one of my favorite and also one of my most stressful.
But for me, the first day of the Indy is my favorite.
So Indy practicum and KDUR are part of the communications major requirements, so eventually everyone has to take some Indy and some KDUR. And I love that because i get to meet everyone in the department even if they like it or not.
But on Tuesday class was canceled and so we missed our first day, which made me sad because long story short, I made a prezi, and ALL the editors collaborated. And then we couldn't use it because were on a very tight schedule and today we jumped straight into production. Which I understand why, but i'm still bummed we couldn't use it how I had hoped.
But anyways, the first day of Indy!
That's the first day we get to see and meet all the bright and shiny new faces. Everyone is excited and ready to go. And all the editors hope we have good staffers. Which from my point of view it seems like we have a good team this semester. Everyone seems eager to learn and improve. And like before I get to meet new people, which i find to be extremely exciting. Plus I love what I do for the Indy and all the people in it I would consider friends. So really its a great class to not only get work done for and make something we are proud of, but as well as an area to make great friends.
I also have a mountain sports writing class with a very eccentric teacher. I'm excited to see how it goes!
Went to the gym again, and died a little bit. But not as bad. I feel sore but its a good sore. A change sore. Its not painful its enlightening. I've been so numb for a while and so actually feeling something and doing something with my life besides sitting on the couch forever feels like its a step in the right direction. Plus I have two amazing work out buddies that I go with and cheer me on. I love it thus far and I can feel myself getting stronger already.
If you haven't noticed, I like to be busy. I'm happier when I have things to do and I get them done. It seems weird but when i'm productive and I get everything on my list done, its like one of the best days ever!
Also i'm trying to think up ideas to raise $1,600 for 8 of our editors to go to LA for a journalism conference in March. If you have any ideas whatsoever please comment or let me know. Any and all ideas would be helpful however we are not doing a bikini carwash. Sorry guys!
But for me, the first day of the Indy is my favorite.
So Indy practicum and KDUR are part of the communications major requirements, so eventually everyone has to take some Indy and some KDUR. And I love that because i get to meet everyone in the department even if they like it or not.
But on Tuesday class was canceled and so we missed our first day, which made me sad because long story short, I made a prezi, and ALL the editors collaborated. And then we couldn't use it because were on a very tight schedule and today we jumped straight into production. Which I understand why, but i'm still bummed we couldn't use it how I had hoped.
But anyways, the first day of Indy!
That's the first day we get to see and meet all the bright and shiny new faces. Everyone is excited and ready to go. And all the editors hope we have good staffers. Which from my point of view it seems like we have a good team this semester. Everyone seems eager to learn and improve. And like before I get to meet new people, which i find to be extremely exciting. Plus I love what I do for the Indy and all the people in it I would consider friends. So really its a great class to not only get work done for and make something we are proud of, but as well as an area to make great friends.
I also have a mountain sports writing class with a very eccentric teacher. I'm excited to see how it goes!
Went to the gym again, and died a little bit. But not as bad. I feel sore but its a good sore. A change sore. Its not painful its enlightening. I've been so numb for a while and so actually feeling something and doing something with my life besides sitting on the couch forever feels like its a step in the right direction. Plus I have two amazing work out buddies that I go with and cheer me on. I love it thus far and I can feel myself getting stronger already.
If you haven't noticed, I like to be busy. I'm happier when I have things to do and I get them done. It seems weird but when i'm productive and I get everything on my list done, its like one of the best days ever!
Also i'm trying to think up ideas to raise $1,600 for 8 of our editors to go to LA for a journalism conference in March. If you have any ideas whatsoever please comment or let me know. Any and all ideas would be helpful however we are not doing a bikini carwash. Sorry guys!
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Physical Activities
Now, just so were all clear, i'm not athletic.
People just think I work out all the time because I have a freakishly high metabolism and I don't eat crap all the time.
But today as I was coming home from a long day the roommate scurries out from her room and shes like "Lets go to Zumba!"
Now I don't know about you but, I cannot make clear decisions whilst hungry. So once I got some tasty sustenance in me, then I could actually consider going to the gym.
Now most days after I get back from school, I just want to sit on our couch, eat food, do some homework and just relax. Not get all sweaty going to the gym.
But I think it was that I've been a bit lazy. My room is a freaking mess right now, and I've just been putting it off.
But enough was enough so I went and put on my gym clothes, and we went to zumba.
And then Zumba was canceled.
So I couldn't get my Britney Spears on!
And the roommate thought I was going to die, because i was so set on Zumba. And then I had to go work out with out music, with out and instructor, and all by myself!
Oh and not to mention in front of other people about a billion times more athletic than I am.
Plus add in its pretty much the mother ship of all the hot guys that are not really in the English departments.
Like sweet Jesus they all seem to come out of the woodwork.
And i'm over on the mat trying not to die while doing flutter kicks...
But I went anyways
I know shocking.
And I kind of failed at core workouts. Flutter kicks and scissor kicks are the devil!
So i'm working on that.
But we did some cardio and that was pretty good and almost did a mile and a half in 30 minutes!
I know, i'm just extremely athletic guys
But I think this will hopefully become a more regular thing because right now i feel wonderful and alive. So who knows what'll happen! Maybe i'll actually be fit instead of looking fit.
People just think I work out all the time because I have a freakishly high metabolism and I don't eat crap all the time.
But today as I was coming home from a long day the roommate scurries out from her room and shes like "Lets go to Zumba!"
Now I don't know about you but, I cannot make clear decisions whilst hungry. So once I got some tasty sustenance in me, then I could actually consider going to the gym.
Now most days after I get back from school, I just want to sit on our couch, eat food, do some homework and just relax. Not get all sweaty going to the gym.
But I think it was that I've been a bit lazy. My room is a freaking mess right now, and I've just been putting it off.
But enough was enough so I went and put on my gym clothes, and we went to zumba.
And then Zumba was canceled.
So I couldn't get my Britney Spears on!
And the roommate thought I was going to die, because i was so set on Zumba. And then I had to go work out with out music, with out and instructor, and all by myself!
Oh and not to mention in front of other people about a billion times more athletic than I am.
Plus add in its pretty much the mother ship of all the hot guys that are not really in the English departments.
Like sweet Jesus they all seem to come out of the woodwork.
And i'm over on the mat trying not to die while doing flutter kicks...
But I went anyways
I know shocking.
And I kind of failed at core workouts. Flutter kicks and scissor kicks are the devil!
So i'm working on that.
But we did some cardio and that was pretty good and almost did a mile and a half in 30 minutes!
I know, i'm just extremely athletic guys
But I think this will hopefully become a more regular thing because right now i feel wonderful and alive. So who knows what'll happen! Maybe i'll actually be fit instead of looking fit.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
And then on the second day, she was blessed with a snow day
WE FINALLY GOT A SNOW DAY IN DURANGO!
And it was glorious!
Durango is notorious for being one of those cities that just muddles through a snow storm. In my 2.5 years of being at the fort, we've never had a snow day. Ever.
But today we did. And we got the email that school was canceled at 7:50. The roommate and I actually made it up to campus, said our goodbyes, and I was walking to class and she called me and told me it was canceled. Wandered back to her car, and drove home and drank some cocoa. I've pretty much been sitting on this couch all day. No joke.
I took off my pants, got into pjs and wore a blue knights t-shirt all day. The odd thing is i'm in full PJ attire but somehow I still have on my bra. It just seems odd to me.
The roommate and I watched Footloose, and then I watched Beauty Shop and then we ended the evening with some Friends, because who doesn't like Friends?? It was pretty peachy in my opinion.
But the roommate and I have this theory that shes the snow queen. Really durangatangs when was the last time you had a snow day? Not for a while.
The roommate transferred here this year, and our second day of second semester we have a freaking snow day.
Last year when she was at another school in Ohio, it was a similar situation, and they had 7 snow days!
MY ROOMMATE IS THE SNOW QUEEN!
So all those that are Colorado natives know that we do not get snow days all that often. Or pretty much ever. I can probably count on one hand how many I've had in my 21 years of life.
So when they do come around we take advantage of them fully. Its a glorious day because its like the weather finally won. We Coloradoans are stubborn and we think we can get through any weather. But some days the snow is too deep and too heavy and the roads too scary. So we finally get to stay home!
So suffice it to say, i'm not looking forward to actually having to get up tomorrow and go to class...
And then another thing is i'm trying to start a food blog for one of my classes, and I am just about the most indecisive person in the world. I think i'm going to do it on breakfast. I love breakfast and it is so versatile and I truly believe that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
So i'm doing that!
Yay more blogs!
And it was glorious!
Durango is notorious for being one of those cities that just muddles through a snow storm. In my 2.5 years of being at the fort, we've never had a snow day. Ever.
But today we did. And we got the email that school was canceled at 7:50. The roommate and I actually made it up to campus, said our goodbyes, and I was walking to class and she called me and told me it was canceled. Wandered back to her car, and drove home and drank some cocoa. I've pretty much been sitting on this couch all day. No joke.
I took off my pants, got into pjs and wore a blue knights t-shirt all day. The odd thing is i'm in full PJ attire but somehow I still have on my bra. It just seems odd to me.
The roommate and I watched Footloose, and then I watched Beauty Shop and then we ended the evening with some Friends, because who doesn't like Friends?? It was pretty peachy in my opinion.
But the roommate and I have this theory that shes the snow queen. Really durangatangs when was the last time you had a snow day? Not for a while.
The roommate transferred here this year, and our second day of second semester we have a freaking snow day.
Last year when she was at another school in Ohio, it was a similar situation, and they had 7 snow days!
MY ROOMMATE IS THE SNOW QUEEN!
So all those that are Colorado natives know that we do not get snow days all that often. Or pretty much ever. I can probably count on one hand how many I've had in my 21 years of life.
So when they do come around we take advantage of them fully. Its a glorious day because its like the weather finally won. We Coloradoans are stubborn and we think we can get through any weather. But some days the snow is too deep and too heavy and the roads too scary. So we finally get to stay home!
So suffice it to say, i'm not looking forward to actually having to get up tomorrow and go to class...
And then another thing is i'm trying to start a food blog for one of my classes, and I am just about the most indecisive person in the world. I think i'm going to do it on breakfast. I love breakfast and it is so versatile and I truly believe that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
So i'm doing that!
Yay more blogs!
Monday, January 12, 2015
And on the first day, she realized how much she hated 8 am classes
I haven't had an 8 am MWF class since I believe the first semester of my sophomore year. Sure I've had an 8 am Tuesday/Thursday for the past 3 semesters, but that's different. When you have to get up at the same time every day it makes the week a bit longer that usual.
Since then I have had classes later on in the day and it has been lovely. But this whole waking up before the crack of dawn and its cold and that I hate both of those factors is really getting to me.
I love to wake up to the sun, and believe it or not but the sun comes up around the time I leave for school.
Plus I have to scrape my car and that means less make up time.
And I love putting on make up!
Some people are addicted to crack. I'm addicted to make up. Its a problem...
But the first day in general is one of the most exciting and tiring days.
Exciting because you get to see all of your friends and the new people in your classes. Maybe make a new friend or two and the class isn't boring yet.
Tiring because you have to go back to the schedule of getting up early and not laying around like a lazy couch potato all day.
If it were up to me I might do that all day.
But I think I like the first day best because its a clean slate. Start off the semester with expectations on the grades you want at the end. The experiences you want to have and the people you want to get to know is endless.
I do still get those first day butterflies and i'm freaking 21 years old!
Every single first day I've gotten them and eventually they've gone away. I know i'll do fine.
I'm one of those weird people that actually gets excited from meeting new people. It gives me energy and quite frankly the first few weeks of class are some of the best for me.
During orientation this year I was dancing around for a good majority of the time because I was meeting so many new people. Plus I love to dance even though i'm awkward as hell at it.
I like getting to know new people and the stress of the semester isn't fully upon us.
I think my Spanish class is the most exciting because that's one of the few classes not in my major so every face is new to me most of the time. Plus I love language in general since its a challenge and does not come easily to me. But I have to work at it and it makes it that much more wonderful when I do achieve something.
Here's to a new semester of possibilities!!
Since then I have had classes later on in the day and it has been lovely. But this whole waking up before the crack of dawn and its cold and that I hate both of those factors is really getting to me.
I love to wake up to the sun, and believe it or not but the sun comes up around the time I leave for school.
Plus I have to scrape my car and that means less make up time.
And I love putting on make up!
Some people are addicted to crack. I'm addicted to make up. Its a problem...
But the first day in general is one of the most exciting and tiring days.
Exciting because you get to see all of your friends and the new people in your classes. Maybe make a new friend or two and the class isn't boring yet.
Tiring because you have to go back to the schedule of getting up early and not laying around like a lazy couch potato all day.
If it were up to me I might do that all day.
But I think I like the first day best because its a clean slate. Start off the semester with expectations on the grades you want at the end. The experiences you want to have and the people you want to get to know is endless.
I do still get those first day butterflies and i'm freaking 21 years old!
Every single first day I've gotten them and eventually they've gone away. I know i'll do fine.
I'm one of those weird people that actually gets excited from meeting new people. It gives me energy and quite frankly the first few weeks of class are some of the best for me.
During orientation this year I was dancing around for a good majority of the time because I was meeting so many new people. Plus I love to dance even though i'm awkward as hell at it.
I like getting to know new people and the stress of the semester isn't fully upon us.
I think my Spanish class is the most exciting because that's one of the few classes not in my major so every face is new to me most of the time. Plus I love language in general since its a challenge and does not come easily to me. But I have to work at it and it makes it that much more wonderful when I do achieve something.
Here's to a new semester of possibilities!!
Sunday, January 11, 2015
The last day before second semester
Theres something bitter sweet about going back to school.
The freedom of break is over but you get to see your friends.
The craziness of break is over but the semester is starting.
And its the new year and we all know how I feel about the new year and January in general.
But I feel like this semester will be good.
Second semester as an editor
Second semester of my junior year of college
Second semester single
First semester of 2015
Can anyone else hardly believe its 2015?!
During this semester Abigail Alexis Cook will be born and I cannot wait to meet that beautiful child!
This break for some odd reason was harder than the last. It might have been because I left my car in Durango and didn't have my own vehicle. But overall break was good.
I turned 21, had a great Christmas, hung out with some friends, and went to a lovely wedding.
But I think i'm ready for this semester for some odd reason.
Maybe you should ask me that tomorrow morning at 6 am when i'm getting up for my 8:15 Spanish 320 class.
BUT I GET TO SEE MY FRIEND KC WHO HAS BEEN STUDYING ABROAD BUT IS NOW BACK AND WE HAVE THAT SPANISH CLASS TOGETHER!!
Cant wait to see her!
Ill gather up my pens, paper and a binder or two and get ready for tomorrow.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring and who I might meet!
Sorry for the mishmash of thoughts but that's just kind of how my brain is working today. You should have seen me at the grocery store... i'm pretty sure my roommate was about to strangle me a few times.
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Dancing queens and a happily ever after
Now in my family, particularly on my moms side, we all dance.
You wouldn't really expect it from us but when it comes to weddings, we expect a dance floor and some great music to dance to. Like in Erker weddings there is always a dance floor and it will always be used.
Now not everyone has inherited the musical gene but that doesn't mean you can sit out. You at least have to get up for one of the following, The Cupid Shuffle, Electric Slide or the YMCA. And we all did at this wedding...
My dad in particular and many of the men of my family are really funny to watch. My dad is an engineer and so his moves are not always with the beat and you can just tell hes dancing for fun and isn't worrying about this or even what he looks like. He has been known to have people think that he is really snockered on the dance floor, when in reality, hes just a wild dancer.
Even though my middle name is Grace, that does not mean i'm graceful in the least. I took ballet for about 8 years, but that doesn't mean i'm coordinated. Hello i'm 5'10" tall. Moving all of this is hard work. But I love to dance sometimes.
We just like to let loose sometimes and we don't have weddings all that often but when we do, all bets are off. And even though not all of us were out there all the time, the popular songs had a good majority and that's pretty impressive for a massive family. Isaac my 5 year old cousin came out and did some break dancing and that was a hit.
Gotta love the crazy family.
HAPPILY EVER AFTER!
That fabled love that we are all trying to find. Well turns out my lovely cousin Amanda found her happily ever after. If you remember day 3 of blogging, you would have seen the bridal party I went to which was for her.
Well today was the wedding.
It was an intimate gathering of a close group of family and some friends, a dance floor and hilarious times.
They look so happy together and her dress was lovely, flowy and feminine which is exactly what I expected it to be. Amanda finds beauty in simplicity and hers was elegant and classic. She could still dance but at the same time she looked like a fairy princess.
We all enjoyed the many laughs and being able to be together and celebrate new love. I'm such a hopeless romantic who loves weddings, and sappy things like that. The other day I caught myself watching sickly adorable proposals on YouTube.
Afterward we (being the rest of the unmarried cousins and an uncle or two) made a legitimate list of who they thought would be married next.
Owen was obviously at the top, and I further down. One list I was 4th and the other I believe 6th. But seeing as the dating pool is very small or non existent for me at this moment, who knows when I will get married!
I know that right now i'm still trying to figure myself out, but I know the basic idea of who I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Confession time. I tend to like men that are taller than me. I know it sounds vain but being my height I like to feel like a normal girl. Have the guy slightly taller so that I look up when I kiss them. But I've really realized how stupid that sounds so i'm trying to open my mind to guys of different heights.
Amanda and Joe have found their happily ever after and i'm so happy for them! They were slow dancing together at their reception and they are not one of those couples that is all over each other all the time. They are not particularly affectionate which I think is sweet because they know they don't have to prove to everyone their love. They know in their hearts that they love each other.
I tend to do things differently in life. I have my own path and way of looking at things and this also applies to dating. I move slowly from one relationship to another and I tend to fall too hard for someone. This has been problematic.
Do you know the song "Maybe this time"? There's a version done by Glee that has Kristin Chenoweth and Lea Michelle that I've been listening to to remind myself that having your ups and downs in dating is totally fine.
But I know my happily ever after is out there somewhere. Someday someone will love every bit of me. Every quirk, every scar, and every time I burst out in song or random dancing.
There has to be someone out there for all of us. I just know it.
You wouldn't really expect it from us but when it comes to weddings, we expect a dance floor and some great music to dance to. Like in Erker weddings there is always a dance floor and it will always be used.
Now not everyone has inherited the musical gene but that doesn't mean you can sit out. You at least have to get up for one of the following, The Cupid Shuffle, Electric Slide or the YMCA. And we all did at this wedding...
My dad in particular and many of the men of my family are really funny to watch. My dad is an engineer and so his moves are not always with the beat and you can just tell hes dancing for fun and isn't worrying about this or even what he looks like. He has been known to have people think that he is really snockered on the dance floor, when in reality, hes just a wild dancer.
Even though my middle name is Grace, that does not mean i'm graceful in the least. I took ballet for about 8 years, but that doesn't mean i'm coordinated. Hello i'm 5'10" tall. Moving all of this is hard work. But I love to dance sometimes.
We just like to let loose sometimes and we don't have weddings all that often but when we do, all bets are off. And even though not all of us were out there all the time, the popular songs had a good majority and that's pretty impressive for a massive family. Isaac my 5 year old cousin came out and did some break dancing and that was a hit.
Gotta love the crazy family.
HAPPILY EVER AFTER!
That fabled love that we are all trying to find. Well turns out my lovely cousin Amanda found her happily ever after. If you remember day 3 of blogging, you would have seen the bridal party I went to which was for her.
Well today was the wedding.
It was an intimate gathering of a close group of family and some friends, a dance floor and hilarious times.
They look so happy together and her dress was lovely, flowy and feminine which is exactly what I expected it to be. Amanda finds beauty in simplicity and hers was elegant and classic. She could still dance but at the same time she looked like a fairy princess.
We all enjoyed the many laughs and being able to be together and celebrate new love. I'm such a hopeless romantic who loves weddings, and sappy things like that. The other day I caught myself watching sickly adorable proposals on YouTube.
Afterward we (being the rest of the unmarried cousins and an uncle or two) made a legitimate list of who they thought would be married next.
Owen was obviously at the top, and I further down. One list I was 4th and the other I believe 6th. But seeing as the dating pool is very small or non existent for me at this moment, who knows when I will get married!
I know that right now i'm still trying to figure myself out, but I know the basic idea of who I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Confession time. I tend to like men that are taller than me. I know it sounds vain but being my height I like to feel like a normal girl. Have the guy slightly taller so that I look up when I kiss them. But I've really realized how stupid that sounds so i'm trying to open my mind to guys of different heights.
Amanda and Joe have found their happily ever after and i'm so happy for them! They were slow dancing together at their reception and they are not one of those couples that is all over each other all the time. They are not particularly affectionate which I think is sweet because they know they don't have to prove to everyone their love. They know in their hearts that they love each other.
I tend to do things differently in life. I have my own path and way of looking at things and this also applies to dating. I move slowly from one relationship to another and I tend to fall too hard for someone. This has been problematic.
Do you know the song "Maybe this time"? There's a version done by Glee that has Kristin Chenoweth and Lea Michelle that I've been listening to to remind myself that having your ups and downs in dating is totally fine.
But I know my happily ever after is out there somewhere. Someday someone will love every bit of me. Every quirk, every scar, and every time I burst out in song or random dancing.
There has to be someone out there for all of us. I just know it.
1989 and girls night
I finally got the album 1989 by Taylor Swift.
I know i'm like the last person to get it but I wanted the deluxe edition which is only at target. And Durango is dumb and only has a Walmart so I waited until I got home to get it.
Anyways, the album is flawless!
I love Taylor Swift. I'm not even joking.
It might be because she seems to write the words to songs that I only wish I could write with the words that I want to say.
I'm pretty sure I told Zack at least a half dozen times that I loved Taylor.
If I could be one person for a day it would be her.
The array of songs and how she has progressed from country princess to who she is now is just incredible!
Second thing is that I had my last girls night before the semester started with my dear friends Ali, Tia and Paige.
Originally I was supposed to go out for my 21st celebration but my DD got severely sick so she stayed home which was a smart idea.
But I went out with my parents and brother and his girlfriend to go get some drinks.
Then I went over to my friends house and we played drunk kitchen which was exactly what this girl needed.
Drunk kitchen is pretty much just what you think it is, you get drunk and then bake something. This time it was brownies and no not the fun brownies but the normal delicious brownies that you could serve your grandma if needed.
Now with these ladies, we've been friends since pretty much Daisies which was in like kindergarten/1st grade. And we've stayed together since. We were all in marching band all four years and most of us still play on a regular basis. Its just having that group of friends that you can pick up right where you left off.
We complained about boys and got a little tipsy and danced like crazy people. Which seeing as i'm one of the most awkward and gangly dancers out there, it was pretty incredible that I considered myself a decent dancer last night.
A girly adult night is what we all needed since all four of us go to four different schools and we don't get together very often.
But that bond of knowing every secret, every ex boyfriend, every little detail is what has kept it strong. The memories and what we mean to each other cannot be broken. I love each of these girls to death
I know i'm like the last person to get it but I wanted the deluxe edition which is only at target. And Durango is dumb and only has a Walmart so I waited until I got home to get it.
Anyways, the album is flawless!
I love Taylor Swift. I'm not even joking.
It might be because she seems to write the words to songs that I only wish I could write with the words that I want to say.
I'm pretty sure I told Zack at least a half dozen times that I loved Taylor.
If I could be one person for a day it would be her.
The array of songs and how she has progressed from country princess to who she is now is just incredible!
Second thing is that I had my last girls night before the semester started with my dear friends Ali, Tia and Paige.
Originally I was supposed to go out for my 21st celebration but my DD got severely sick so she stayed home which was a smart idea.
But I went out with my parents and brother and his girlfriend to go get some drinks.
Then I went over to my friends house and we played drunk kitchen which was exactly what this girl needed.
Drunk kitchen is pretty much just what you think it is, you get drunk and then bake something. This time it was brownies and no not the fun brownies but the normal delicious brownies that you could serve your grandma if needed.
Now with these ladies, we've been friends since pretty much Daisies which was in like kindergarten/1st grade. And we've stayed together since. We were all in marching band all four years and most of us still play on a regular basis. Its just having that group of friends that you can pick up right where you left off.
We complained about boys and got a little tipsy and danced like crazy people. Which seeing as i'm one of the most awkward and gangly dancers out there, it was pretty incredible that I considered myself a decent dancer last night.
A girly adult night is what we all needed since all four of us go to four different schools and we don't get together very often.
But that bond of knowing every secret, every ex boyfriend, every little detail is what has kept it strong. The memories and what we mean to each other cannot be broken. I love each of these girls to death
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Of the raw fish persuasion
Now, I don't know about you, but I love sushi.
Actually I love food in general but in particular I love sushi.
Food and I have never really had a negative relationship. That might be because I see it as sustenance and not really as a vice or it could also be because I have a freakishly high metabolism. Its ridiculous sometimes. I have to eat all the time and I bring snacks with me to school because I can go from perfectly fine to a hangry 3 year old in a 21 year old woman's body in about a split second.
Anyways,I never really experienced the thrill of sushi until just a few years ago and now I cant get enough of it. Its such an adventure from my normal diet. The wasabi that goes up into your sinuses and the fresh flavors is to die for. I love ginger, soy and wasabi together and sushi is the perfect place for it all. I've been trying to get my roommate hooked on these delightful dried seaweed snacks that are wasabi flavored. She is celiac so I thought these being gluten free and all would be nice for her to at least try. She took one bite and then scraped her tough and coughed like a cat trying to get out a fur ball. Suffice to say she does not share my love of dried seaweed snacks, which just means more for me!
Just this past semester my roommate and I have gone on sushi dates because lets be honest, that's how we roll. And we haven't had very good luck with dates this past semester, so we take ourselves on our ideal date. If a man takes me out on a sushi date he already has a fair amount of points in my book. Its a bit of an acquired taste and the whole raw fish ordeal freaks people out. I eat sushi whenever I can and I can honestly say I've been perfectly fine every time. But really if a nice guy back at school suggest sushi, i'd be all over that!
Our current favorite sushi place is Rice Monkey but I have tried the others in Durango and there's just something about there that we like.
But what brought this all up is that today I was celebrating with my family some birthdays we have around this time of the year and we went out for sushi. It was just interesting to see who went for actual sushi and who just got Asian food. I got some hand rolls but honestly you cant go wrong with anything that says tempura in the title because that means it has something fried in it and lets be honest, who doesn't like things that are fried?
My challenge to you is to go out and try something new. It doesn't have to be food but really I find trying new types of food to be exhilarating. Just do something new a different and you may be surprised on what you find out about yourself.
Actually I love food in general but in particular I love sushi.
Food and I have never really had a negative relationship. That might be because I see it as sustenance and not really as a vice or it could also be because I have a freakishly high metabolism. Its ridiculous sometimes. I have to eat all the time and I bring snacks with me to school because I can go from perfectly fine to a hangry 3 year old in a 21 year old woman's body in about a split second.
Anyways,I never really experienced the thrill of sushi until just a few years ago and now I cant get enough of it. Its such an adventure from my normal diet. The wasabi that goes up into your sinuses and the fresh flavors is to die for. I love ginger, soy and wasabi together and sushi is the perfect place for it all. I've been trying to get my roommate hooked on these delightful dried seaweed snacks that are wasabi flavored. She is celiac so I thought these being gluten free and all would be nice for her to at least try. She took one bite and then scraped her tough and coughed like a cat trying to get out a fur ball. Suffice to say she does not share my love of dried seaweed snacks, which just means more for me!
Just this past semester my roommate and I have gone on sushi dates because lets be honest, that's how we roll. And we haven't had very good luck with dates this past semester, so we take ourselves on our ideal date. If a man takes me out on a sushi date he already has a fair amount of points in my book. Its a bit of an acquired taste and the whole raw fish ordeal freaks people out. I eat sushi whenever I can and I can honestly say I've been perfectly fine every time. But really if a nice guy back at school suggest sushi, i'd be all over that!
Our current favorite sushi place is Rice Monkey but I have tried the others in Durango and there's just something about there that we like.
But what brought this all up is that today I was celebrating with my family some birthdays we have around this time of the year and we went out for sushi. It was just interesting to see who went for actual sushi and who just got Asian food. I got some hand rolls but honestly you cant go wrong with anything that says tempura in the title because that means it has something fried in it and lets be honest, who doesn't like things that are fried?
My challenge to you is to go out and try something new. It doesn't have to be food but really I find trying new types of food to be exhilarating. Just do something new a different and you may be surprised on what you find out about yourself.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Best Friends
Ok so I know we've all experienced this.
You have the people you hang out with at school.
Then those you hang out with outside of school.
Then those you would consider your friends.
And then you have your best friends.
Don't deny it, you have these levels too.
As a female I for some odd reason just gravitate towards men as friends.Maybe its because i'm a daddy's girl. Or maybe because I know how mean the female gender can be so I only let a select few females into my personal life.
Kori was my first ever real true best friend. We met in band class in 7th grade. She was a horn player and I a bassoonist. Actually we are still both those things, were just not in the same ensemble anymore. I know middle school isn't really all that glamorous and is extremely awkward for everyone. It was the darkest ages for me but what made it survivable was having Kori as a friend. I mean I had always had a group of friends that had always been there and they have always been a wonderful group to be a part of. But Kori was my first best female friend. Nick was and has always been my best friend but Kori was my first BFF.
We literally did everything together. We had matching sweaters. It was intense. Today we looked at all the knickknacks she had kept over the years and it reminded me what true friendship is all about. Sending puzzle letters and being in touch all the time. Being there when someones family member died. Giving thoughtful gifts and having this devotion to this person to be their friend. We bought those really cheesy friendship books that they always have at the book fair. Mine was green, hers purple and we did them together whenever we were together.
Then we went to different high schools, stopped talking as much and just grew up. But those memories never went away. And today they all came rushing back as we talked for hours.
I hope you all have or have had a friendship like this sometime in your life.
You have the people you hang out with at school.
Then those you hang out with outside of school.
Then those you would consider your friends.
And then you have your best friends.
Don't deny it, you have these levels too.
As a female I for some odd reason just gravitate towards men as friends.Maybe its because i'm a daddy's girl. Or maybe because I know how mean the female gender can be so I only let a select few females into my personal life.
The good old days of middle school band
Kori was my first ever real true best friend. We met in band class in 7th grade. She was a horn player and I a bassoonist. Actually we are still both those things, were just not in the same ensemble anymore. I know middle school isn't really all that glamorous and is extremely awkward for everyone. It was the darkest ages for me but what made it survivable was having Kori as a friend. I mean I had always had a group of friends that had always been there and they have always been a wonderful group to be a part of. But Kori was my first best female friend. Nick was and has always been my best friend but Kori was my first BFF.
We literally did everything together. We had matching sweaters. It was intense. Today we looked at all the knickknacks she had kept over the years and it reminded me what true friendship is all about. Sending puzzle letters and being in touch all the time. Being there when someones family member died. Giving thoughtful gifts and having this devotion to this person to be their friend. We bought those really cheesy friendship books that they always have at the book fair. Mine was green, hers purple and we did them together whenever we were together.
More middle school band. From left to right, Paige, myself and Kori
Then we went to different high schools, stopped talking as much and just grew up. But those memories never went away. And today they all came rushing back as we talked for hours.
I hope you all have or have had a friendship like this sometime in your life.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
First cry of 2015 and WALK THE MOON
So, if you know me, you'll know that I cry on about a bi weekly basis. Not even joking.
Wow I just realized that I start a lot of my blogs with that line "So, if you know me"
Anyways....
Lets start this again,
Did you know that I cry pretty much on a bi-weekly basis? Meaning I cry about once every 2 weeks. Not twice a week. Some weeks are worse and some are better. But lets go with every 2 weeks I cry. I just hold a lot of emotions inside and the only way I really get them out is by crying. I have weird triggers that can just set it all off.
Like if i'm having a bad day and someone sincerely hugs me, that's when the water works start.
But today I watched The Fault in Our Stars for the very first time. With my sister, her significant other man friend and our neighbor Nicole.
NOW IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT OR IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOK SKIP THE NEXT PARAGRAPHS
It was so sad, and I honestly thought I was going to be a puddle of tears, but I wasn't.
I really thought the part where Hazel wrote Gus's eulogy was terrible and when he wrote the author with help writing hers. Like what the heck?!?
Not only do we have terminally sick teenagers that are in love but both are going to die. And its not like the Notebook where both die. Ohh no! She doesn't die in the movie but he does and shes left behind. And then the author that they are obsessed with doesn't give them the time of day while they are in Amsterdam but suddenly has a change of heart and comes to the funeral?? That screwed with me.
I guess what finally set it all off is when shes reading the email that Gus wrote to Peter and Gus was saying all those lovely things but it was the line "She is so beautiful". That's what set me off. Two tears, only two tears later, and it was the end of the movie.
And it wasn't even Nicholas Sparks, it was freaking John Green! The man that wrote Looking for Alaska and then killed off the girl and left it all at a dead end!
Why John Green why?!?
OK NOW YOU ALL ARE SAFE IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOK
And I'm currently addicted to the song Shut Up and Dance by WALK THE MOON
Today I was listening to it and Owen legitimately came upstairs and started dancing like a crazy person to it. It was a bit weird but seeing as most of them time when O comes upstairs to annoy me, mind you hes turning 23 in less than a month, its to shoot me with his battery powered nerf gun that has massive darts. So suffice to say, the crazy dancing was a welcome relief to the usual.
Its so catchy.
Damn I wish I could dance with coordination!
If you haven't listened to it, do it now!
It will get stuck in your head and it is wonderful.
Day 6! We are almost done with our first week of the new year!
Wow I just realized that I start a lot of my blogs with that line "So, if you know me"
Anyways....
Lets start this again,
Did you know that I cry pretty much on a bi-weekly basis? Meaning I cry about once every 2 weeks. Not twice a week. Some weeks are worse and some are better. But lets go with every 2 weeks I cry. I just hold a lot of emotions inside and the only way I really get them out is by crying. I have weird triggers that can just set it all off.
Like if i'm having a bad day and someone sincerely hugs me, that's when the water works start.
But today I watched The Fault in Our Stars for the very first time. With my sister, her significant other man friend and our neighbor Nicole.
NOW IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT OR IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOK SKIP THE NEXT PARAGRAPHS
It was so sad, and I honestly thought I was going to be a puddle of tears, but I wasn't.
I really thought the part where Hazel wrote Gus's eulogy was terrible and when he wrote the author with help writing hers. Like what the heck?!?
Not only do we have terminally sick teenagers that are in love but both are going to die. And its not like the Notebook where both die. Ohh no! She doesn't die in the movie but he does and shes left behind. And then the author that they are obsessed with doesn't give them the time of day while they are in Amsterdam but suddenly has a change of heart and comes to the funeral?? That screwed with me.
I guess what finally set it all off is when shes reading the email that Gus wrote to Peter and Gus was saying all those lovely things but it was the line "She is so beautiful". That's what set me off. Two tears, only two tears later, and it was the end of the movie.
And it wasn't even Nicholas Sparks, it was freaking John Green! The man that wrote Looking for Alaska and then killed off the girl and left it all at a dead end!
Why John Green why?!?
OK NOW YOU ALL ARE SAFE IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOK
And I'm currently addicted to the song Shut Up and Dance by WALK THE MOON
Today I was listening to it and Owen legitimately came upstairs and started dancing like a crazy person to it. It was a bit weird but seeing as most of them time when O comes upstairs to annoy me, mind you hes turning 23 in less than a month, its to shoot me with his battery powered nerf gun that has massive darts. So suffice to say, the crazy dancing was a welcome relief to the usual.
Its so catchy.
Damn I wish I could dance with coordination!
If you haven't listened to it, do it now!
It will get stuck in your head and it is wonderful.
Day 6! We are almost done with our first week of the new year!
Monday, January 5, 2015
ZHE DMV... and I'm funny again
So the DMV. The department of motor vehicle.
Most people don't exactly enjoy going to the DMV. Actually I'm pretty sure there is no one that actually likes sitting in a florescent lit room with about 200 other people waiting in uncomfortable chairs as you pray to god that a large number of people will suddenly get fed up and leave so you can get your stuff done. No such luck.
Everyone is in for the long haul. I definitely thought multiple times whilst sitting in my chair "I could just come back tomorrow earlier than 11:17 am and this whole process would be so much easier". But this thought crossed my mind about 45 minutes into waiting and then I was just too stubborn and lazy to actually have to come back on a later date. And who knows if it would have been any better? So I sat in my corner seat on the end of the row and watched the door and awkwardly made accidental eye contact with almost every single person that came in. Now,I'm usually a social person but today since it was Monday and I was at the DMV with a whole monotony of people that looked a little rougher around the edges, I just stayed put and didn't talk. I read Pride and Prejudice and it nearly put me to sleep but I couldn't fall asleep because then I would miss my turn. Usually if I'm on a long car ride or flight I can fall asleep and pass the time that way, and its just peachy. But I couldn't do that!
ALSO! Pride and Prejudice seems to all be about how a persons place in society at the time was all about the money their family had and not really about actual love which put me on a whole whirlwind of other thoughts...
Anyways!
So after 3 hours of waiting after what I expected to be an hour ordeal, I finally left. And let me tell you, after sitting in there for 3 hours and filling out paper work and then at last taking my picture for my adult ID I was free at last! I seriously felt like a light from god came down when I walked out of the door of that god forsaken place.
However, the lady helping me was extremely friendly and gave me a fist pump, which I did not suspect at all. How can someone be so cheerful whilst working at the DMV? I just baffles me!
Anyways, new form for over 21 ID in hand so I can actually get into bars and leaving the DMV was so good!
Another funny thing happened today that I was actually a part of.
So as you know, my family is a bit odd but I love them all to pieces. So today Claire and Owen, (my younger sister and older brother) were wrestling, like most normal siblings do. Yeah not really.
And Owen said something to the fact of that Claire wasn't female.
Claire replied with "Well I've only been a girl for 16 years!"
...
And I said "Claire, arent you 17 years old?"
Shes actually 17 and a half
This started a whole discussion about what was Claire for that other year and a half besides a girl.
You just had to be there.
DAY 5!
Most people don't exactly enjoy going to the DMV. Actually I'm pretty sure there is no one that actually likes sitting in a florescent lit room with about 200 other people waiting in uncomfortable chairs as you pray to god that a large number of people will suddenly get fed up and leave so you can get your stuff done. No such luck.
Everyone is in for the long haul. I definitely thought multiple times whilst sitting in my chair "I could just come back tomorrow earlier than 11:17 am and this whole process would be so much easier". But this thought crossed my mind about 45 minutes into waiting and then I was just too stubborn and lazy to actually have to come back on a later date. And who knows if it would have been any better? So I sat in my corner seat on the end of the row and watched the door and awkwardly made accidental eye contact with almost every single person that came in. Now,I'm usually a social person but today since it was Monday and I was at the DMV with a whole monotony of people that looked a little rougher around the edges, I just stayed put and didn't talk. I read Pride and Prejudice and it nearly put me to sleep but I couldn't fall asleep because then I would miss my turn. Usually if I'm on a long car ride or flight I can fall asleep and pass the time that way, and its just peachy. But I couldn't do that!
ALSO! Pride and Prejudice seems to all be about how a persons place in society at the time was all about the money their family had and not really about actual love which put me on a whole whirlwind of other thoughts...
Anyways!
So after 3 hours of waiting after what I expected to be an hour ordeal, I finally left. And let me tell you, after sitting in there for 3 hours and filling out paper work and then at last taking my picture for my adult ID I was free at last! I seriously felt like a light from god came down when I walked out of the door of that god forsaken place.
However, the lady helping me was extremely friendly and gave me a fist pump, which I did not suspect at all. How can someone be so cheerful whilst working at the DMV? I just baffles me!
Anyways, new form for over 21 ID in hand so I can actually get into bars and leaving the DMV was so good!
Another funny thing happened today that I was actually a part of.
So as you know, my family is a bit odd but I love them all to pieces. So today Claire and Owen, (my younger sister and older brother) were wrestling, like most normal siblings do. Yeah not really.
And Owen said something to the fact of that Claire wasn't female.
Claire replied with "Well I've only been a girl for 16 years!"
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And I said "Claire, arent you 17 years old?"
Shes actually 17 and a half
This started a whole discussion about what was Claire for that other year and a half besides a girl.
You just had to be there.
DAY 5!
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Finally funny
If you know me well enough you know that I cant make a joke.
Like the only joke I can remember is racist... and half the time I cant even tell it correctly!
I personally think I'm hilarious but that's just me but jokes seem to evade me. I get jokes, but i just cant tell or make them. Its very sad.
And when I do finally tell a semi decent joke it happens as often as when I actually go on a good date. Which is pretty much non-existent at this point.
But today I made my very first 2015 funny.
So in my family we call each other odd names. Today as my dad was calling me down for dinner he called me "Moosha". Yeah, I know, were weird. This is actually a pretty ok nickname compared to some others.
So he calls me Moosha
I honestly thought he said "moo shit", like cow shit.
And I replied "well if I am moo shit then you are bullshit"
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I know, at the time it was hilarious and I was so surprised that I actually made a joke. Wow now that I'm actually writing this, I see how lame it was.
Day 4!
Like the only joke I can remember is racist... and half the time I cant even tell it correctly!
I personally think I'm hilarious but that's just me but jokes seem to evade me. I get jokes, but i just cant tell or make them. Its very sad.
And when I do finally tell a semi decent joke it happens as often as when I actually go on a good date. Which is pretty much non-existent at this point.
But today I made my very first 2015 funny.
So in my family we call each other odd names. Today as my dad was calling me down for dinner he called me "Moosha". Yeah, I know, were weird. This is actually a pretty ok nickname compared to some others.
So he calls me Moosha
I honestly thought he said "moo shit", like cow shit.
And I replied "well if I am moo shit then you are bullshit"
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I know, at the time it was hilarious and I was so surprised that I actually made a joke. Wow now that I'm actually writing this, I see how lame it was.
Day 4!
Saturday, January 3, 2015
A Celebration of New Life!
So as you can see, today was an eventful day! I got to celebrate two new beginnings that will be happening in 2015. First the celebration of the marriage of my cousin Amanda to her husband Joe and second the birth of Abigail Alexis Cook.
So lets start off with the marriage.
Amanda and Joe met in May or June of 2012 and started going out. I had met Joe a couple of times and then a few months ago after they conquered a hike they had attempted and failed multiple times beforehand, Joe proposed to Amanda. Amanda and Joe are pretty great together and they share this love of the outdoors and hiking. Its pretty adorable if I do say so myself!
Today we had a bridal shower to celebrate their marriage and a start to something new and exciting! We did the usual stuff, ate delicious food, did some games and designed some very pretty and somewhat risque (ahem Courtney with your J-Lo dress and me with my dress that doesn't have a back!)toilet paper wedding dresses. It was so fun to just hang out with the women of my family and have some fun and realize that we are all growing up. Probably in a couple of years all of us will be married or in serious relationships and its all a bit melancholy.
Now if you don't know my family, we could pretty much be described as the Swedish version of the family from My Big Fat Greek Wedding. We are always in each others business, there are no secrets, and we get together to celebrate and eat all the time. So we are a close knit family and my cousins in particular have always gotten along for the most part. In the span of about 10 years we had 10 cousins born, and just recently we've added a few more to the mix. We used to have cousin sleep overs at Mormors and Christmas Eve is a must. But now things like sleepovers will not happen as often because we are all growing up and its becoming harder and harder for us to all be together at one time. Its scary but at the same time good. I know we will all stay connected no matter the distance or time apart and that's the miraculous thing about this family, we never let go of our roots.
I mean really? You cant get much more Swedish than a blushing bride with a flower crown. All we need is a maypole and we'll have a full on festival!
Part 2- Abigail Alexis Cook
So I have this wife... her name is Liz. I've known Liz pretty much my entire life and we've been in everything from church pageants together to, Sunday school helpers and we even went to camp and on mission trips. We were married about 3 years ago whilst in Alamosa Colorado on a mission trip. Our rings are plastic butterfly rings we got off of cupcakes and its all based around how much we like boys. And this is a picture of us on our wedding day. I bet you didn't see this coming! Me married!
I love this girl to death. I'm not even kidding.
Well now Liz and her lovely boyfriend Alex are expecting a little girl due on February 26th 2015! I cant wait for her to arrive not only to meet her but also because I know that Liz and Alex will be terrific and loving parents!
Anyways this is another celebration of new life and I'm so excited for Liz, Abigail and Alex. You guys will do amazing at parenting! I've only met Alex a handful of times but I know he is exactly what Liz needs and what Abigail needs as well. Liz has such an open and caring heart and I know this little baby will just add to it. Plus now since Liz shares my love of Disney Princesses and theres a new girl on the way, there's going to have to be Disney Princess days for all three of us. I feel like Mermaid tails are in order!
Here's to a new year and the new lives that are beginning in 2015!!
Friday, January 2, 2015
Taking down the Christmas tree AKA- The saddest day of the entire year
I hate when we take down the Christmas tree.
Like I just dread the day when mom says its time to put all the Christmas decorations away and clean. Who likes cleaning anyways?? If you've ever seen my room you know its a challenge to keep my room clean, because I just kind of tear things out of drawers and wherever I decided to place them. I'm a bit haphazard but that's not the point.
CHRISTMAS 2014 IS DEAD!
And I am very sad.
It means that Christmas is officially over, my birthday, new years, and now I actually have to eat healthy. Which to be honest hasn't been going so well thus far. Damn you Panera....
So we took down the trees, yes we have two, and clean the entire house. Now it just looks sad, empty and less sparkly.
I hate January in general because
A- New years resolutions mean that I actually have to be healthy
B- Its cold
C- There's no clear sign of Christmas/my birthday in sight!
D-Its really cold
E- Valentines day is way far off and the way my love life is going, I'll probably be having a single ladies date with my roommate.
F- Summer and sundresses are not going to be possible for at least 5 months.
G- Everyone is cranky because of all of these reasons and we're all fat from the holidays.
But hey, I came back for day 2 so lets see how far this goes!
Like I just dread the day when mom says its time to put all the Christmas decorations away and clean. Who likes cleaning anyways?? If you've ever seen my room you know its a challenge to keep my room clean, because I just kind of tear things out of drawers and wherever I decided to place them. I'm a bit haphazard but that's not the point.
CHRISTMAS 2014 IS DEAD!
And I am very sad.
It means that Christmas is officially over, my birthday, new years, and now I actually have to eat healthy. Which to be honest hasn't been going so well thus far. Damn you Panera....
So we took down the trees, yes we have two, and clean the entire house. Now it just looks sad, empty and less sparkly.
I hate January in general because
A- New years resolutions mean that I actually have to be healthy
B- Its cold
C- There's no clear sign of Christmas/my birthday in sight!
D-Its really cold
E- Valentines day is way far off and the way my love life is going, I'll probably be having a single ladies date with my roommate.
F- Summer and sundresses are not going to be possible for at least 5 months.
G- Everyone is cranky because of all of these reasons and we're all fat from the holidays.
But hey, I came back for day 2 so lets see how far this goes!
Thursday, January 1, 2015
New years resolutions- Thursday January 1st 2015
So heres the deal guys,
I'm trying something new.
Ohh shocking, a new years resolution where I try something new!
But really I'm going to see how this goes.
Daily blogging.
One of my best friends named Paige, her mom daily blogged during 2014 and she inspired me to do this.
So to make 2015 more memorable and to change up my usual life, I'm going to try this.
So this may not be perfect but who cares!
So New Years Resolutions!
First off. I'm going to try to wear more red. I don't have a lot of red pieces in my wardrobe but just recently I've had a craving to wear red. Maybe not like statement pieces but like red shoes, red lip or red nail polish. I am a Taylor Swift fan so her song red came on and it all just clicked
Second off. I'm going to focus on myself more. I feel like I lost myself last year and this year is going to be about loving myself and finding myself again.
Third off. Live a healthier life. Not like drastic changes but just have a healthier mindset. I feel like Annamarie and I should try some yoga classes. I know I say this every year, but its 2015 and life is going to change this year.
This is going to be a good year! I can just feel it!
I'm trying something new.
Ohh shocking, a new years resolution where I try something new!
But really I'm going to see how this goes.
Daily blogging.
One of my best friends named Paige, her mom daily blogged during 2014 and she inspired me to do this.
So to make 2015 more memorable and to change up my usual life, I'm going to try this.
So this may not be perfect but who cares!
So New Years Resolutions!
First off. I'm going to try to wear more red. I don't have a lot of red pieces in my wardrobe but just recently I've had a craving to wear red. Maybe not like statement pieces but like red shoes, red lip or red nail polish. I am a Taylor Swift fan so her song red came on and it all just clicked
Second off. I'm going to focus on myself more. I feel like I lost myself last year and this year is going to be about loving myself and finding myself again.
Third off. Live a healthier life. Not like drastic changes but just have a healthier mindset. I feel like Annamarie and I should try some yoga classes. I know I say this every year, but its 2015 and life is going to change this year.
This is going to be a good year! I can just feel it!
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