I need like 32 hours in the day

Each year that i've aged i've noticed how the days just seem to pass me by.
Like I think i'll have tons of time and then suddenly its all gone and its midnight and I still need to read this one thing.

Yeah i'm still working on my life.
But like 8 extra hours wouldnt hurt.
I could sleep some more.
Have a few more extra hours before work to actually eat and wake up.
We all know i'm not nice in the mornings so actually having time would be great.
Because currently my bed is the most constant and stable relationship I have.
We sleep together.
I am happier after.
And all is well.

I love my bed.
And now I truly understand what people mean when they say enjoy the time you have because it will pass by so fast.

Like it feels like a minute ago I was graduating from highschool and at prom.

Holy crap i'm old.
and I need more time.

Yeah, i'm not that type of female.

Okay lets just put all women in the same sort of category.
Lets call all women apples.
You there are your red delicious apples and your granny smith and your fuji apples.
So were all apples.
All beautiful and different.
But there are different varieties and they are all great in their own way.

Well so my new boss is one of those women that just gets along with other women really well.
Like there is a legitimate horde of extremely friendly "girlfriends"

Now i'm one of those women that gets along with men really well.
Pretty much any male I can get along with in some manner.
My dad and I are close and i'm a daddy's girl and it just works.
I get along with men.

So it just baffles me when I find another woman that gets along with women so well.
Women are mean.
We are not nice.

I mean I have like 10 females that I regularly get along with.
And I get along with most people.
But I don't really have like a horde of "girlfriends"

See shes like a great little red delicious
And i'm just like a nice pink lady.

We are both good and fine apples.
Were just different.
And that is okay.

I just don't understand how women can have so many friends that are females.
Serious conundrum.

And now I shall go nap nap

So when I'm tired I turn into the worlds largest three year old.
No joke.

Everything is harder when i'm tired.
And I didnt get much sleep saturday night because KC and I decided to go out.
And of course I had to work at 10 am.
Good life choices right there.
And then!
THERE WAS A PARADE
A stupid cowboy parade.
Of all things to have.
And do you know how difficult it is to find parking in Durango when there is a parade and it blocks one of the main intersections??
Nearly impossible.
I planned on getting coffee but that didn't happen because everyone decided they didn't know how to drive or park.
So I was 5 minutes late.
Don't worry the new boss was fine with it.

So I finally get there and its pretty slow because you know there's a parade and all.
And i'm tired because I got to sleep late and I didn't sleep well at all.
And people are still coming in shopping where there is a lady riding a steer down the street.
Just perusing the sweaters.
And one lady inadvertently called me dumb.
I hope you never come back.
I didn't know the full extent of the materials used for this one new necklace.
Oh. My. Goodness.

And after the parade, everyone, their mother and their goldfish come in.
And i'm all by myself.
IT was insane.

But soon enough 2:00 rolls around.
I slug back to my car.
Drive home.
Take off my glasses and take a nap.
And it was glorious.

I am far too tall and too old for these shennanigans

Okay so last weekend was homecoming.
For  Fort Lewis.
Which pretty much means a regular week with more games that people don't go to and more events that people sort of attend.

Well I was bound and determined to go this year to the homecoming shenanigans.
BECAUSE ITS MY LAST ONE!
WOOOHOOOO

Well I went to the homecoming bonfire with KC and the roommate in tow.
Lovely and hot as you'd expect.
Met up with some other friends.
And we were all glad that the fire dancers didn't get caught on fire all too often.
I mean come on, you took up fire dancing.
They got singed.

And then after was a homecoming dance.
Which was very different from the dances I experienced in high school.
Except everyone was a whole hell of a lot more awkward.
There was ZERO grinding.
Unless you count KC and the roommate trying to get all sexy up on me.
Because we all know i'm a great dancer.
And that I totally fit in the crowd of people that are around 4 inches shorter than me at least.
And that I do not have awkwardly long limbs that make me stand out.
And everything to do with dancing and coordination and grace just goes out the window.

And not only that but I only really went to the dance because I have friends that are RA's and they were putting it on.
So I had to to support them.
And there were a ton of freshman and i'm just there like,
I cannot do anything with any of them because they are all Claires age and that is weird.

So yes uneventful night of fun and awkward dancing and feeling old.
But hell at least I went.
And had some weird looks but that is totally fine.

How not to win over a bassoonist

First off.
The word bassoon has 2 S's and 2 O's.
Is that so hard for people to comprehend??

I had quite the comical experience today.
I got an email from my conductor asking if some of the members in our band wouldn't mind playing in the San Juan Youth Symphony Orchestra.
Yes.
Well I look at the time commitments, think about my schedule and decided I can't fit it all in without going crazy.
And then just on a whim I look at the instrumentation they need.

Of course they need my instrument.
I mean it is Durango, and there are not very many musicians in this town, much less a bassoonist.
BUT here is the catch.
The other conductor wasn't looking for 2 bassoons.
He was looking for 2 bassons.
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This guy is a director.
He has dealt with all different types of instruments and music all his life.
And he forgets an O in bassoon.
Which seeing as we are already forgotten as it is, and they do need 2 bassoonists, isn't really winning over anyone with that he can't spell a damn instrument that he needs.

I'm just saying, if you want musicians, be able to spell the name of their instrument correctly.

I emailed my director back, told him of the grammatical error and he responded in his normal fashion with "Not cool."
My thoughts exactly Dr. Walters.

Change and the fiercest of warriors

So, Wednesday September 30th 2015 was my last day at Renae Marie.
It has now been sold to a new owner and now its called Lively.
Pretty much the same boutique minus some changes but I now no longer work for a person I consider to be one of the best bosses I have ever worked for.
Renae was like yet another woman that has randomly adopted me.
She was and still is in many ways very similar to my own mother.
She wasn't a boss but a friend.
And I really admired how she treated all of us.
Like we were a family.
And when I messed up (which was quite often) she taught me and was kind.
That goes a long way with me.

But now I work for another nice lady named Johnna.
And I hope to god she is as wonderful as Renae.
So it may be different, but all the hard work Renae put into it and the love I can still feel.
So i'm glad to have a job at the same store.
But i'm sad to see Renae go.

On to another adventure my friend.

Another thing that happened yesterday was that a dear friend of mine went into surgery and now has a clean bill of health.
She will be back next semester and everyone in the Indy and in the English department was thrilled to hear that.

She is beloved and I wish her the very best with her recovery.
She has always fought for us,
Put a fire in our bellies.
Made us proud to be journalists.
Hugged us ,even though some of us are a good couple inches taller, when we needed a hug the most.
My very first article for the indy I was overwhelmed and I didnt have any friends yet and she came up and asked me how I was doing and I said fine and then started to tear up and she pulled me into a back room and hugged me and helped me.
I had only had her as a professor for a few weeks and she had convinced me to take on the Indy and yet she still cared for me for only knowing me a short time.
She saw something in me and believed in me as a journalist when I seriously doubted myself and my abilities.
And half the reason I stayed was because of her.
Because I wanted to belong to an entity that believed in people and saw something more than just a person in a chair.
And now i'm part of this organization and I couldn't be more proud.

When I was having boy troubles last year, she was there.
The morning after a terrible day prior I came to class and she could just tell.
I had to ask her about something after class and she asked if I was okay.
Well as usual I kept it together for around 2 seconds and then I burst into weeping tears.
Full on ugly crying.
She stood on her tip toes and held me and told me everything would be alright and that I didn't need him in my life. I would find someone better.
See the thing with her is that she never dishes out shallow compliments.
She is always genuine and true.
And after a few minutes I pulled myself together enough to be able to walk out of the room.
And after that whenever she saw the guy she gave him a nasty look.
I'm not sure if that was her intention but it worked for me.

She protects the ones she loves.
And she adopts all of us in some way or another.

So stay strong and come back to us.
We need our adoptive "mom" back next semester.
So get better and we cant wait to have you back with us.