POP!

My father-in-law got me stuck on the cinnamon rolls in a can. I mean nothing is better then homemade but when you want something quick, I now do these. 

However since getting them I have found a new fear of mine. Opening them. OH MY WORD, the pop it does scares the living crap out of me... no joke. I am literally afraid as I go to open it. 

I have now resorted to Trevor having to do it because it scares me so bad. Just the unexpected arrival of the pop gets to me... I hate waiting for it, and it makes me nervous. 

At least the end result is yummy :) 

multiple meals.

 

For the most part, Trevor and I agree on what we eat. We love a lot of the same foods. But some things we are so off on. For example, I hate chocolate chips... he loves them. I love cocoanut, he hates it. So sometimes we find ourselves getting different meals and desserts depending on our moods. I don't advocate having separate meals, but sometimes you just want what you want, and you don't want to have to compromise. (Now don’t get me wrong, Trevor will eat anything I make for him and vice versa!)

But since we are young, and don’t have kids.... if there is a meal we want while we are out at the grocery store... sometimes we will just do separate meals. Obviously this is a habit that will end once we have a bigger family. I am not going to prepare four or five separate meals someday! Haha

Trevor was wanting chocolate chips, something I never make haha, and I was wanting peanut butter cookies. So we just got both! We also couldn't decide on pizza or pasta.... so we just made both :)

What can I say.... my only defense is that our bodies are just storing up for winter?!

 

 

 

 

(you can kind of see the cow lick that Trevor has to deal with on a daily basis... it goes around the whole side of his head, haha poor guy)

Trevor also might be getting too comfortable eating dinner in the front room while we watch a show. EEKK bad habits I know. We live like college students.... but to be fair we kind of are college students? haha Please tell me we are not the only ones with some bad dinner habits?! haha...

renovations & some changes.

Oh changes... I got bangs again! You see... it is really really hard for me NOT to cut my hair. I get bored and want to chop it off... but I have been trying for so long to grow it out, and I know I would hate myself if I actually did cut it. You can read more about why over here.

So in attempts to get a change without cutting the length off, every now and again... I get bangs. Then I grow them out and repeat the cycle. So here we are again... bangs! &Every time it makes me feel like I am back in middle school. But they looked a lot worse then... I digress...

Remember how I was wanting to make some changes to the blog?! Well there is nothing like a fresh new start. New bangs, new blog? I say Sí. I have spent a lot of hours learning how to design my blog, and I am pretty darn proud of all that I have taught myself to do. However I have been wanting to take my blog up a notch in design, but have had no time to teach myself like I had in the past. I work 9-5 and then try to get my errands done before places close at 6, and then have to pick up Trevor. Then I need to come home and cook, clean... you know all that domestic nonsense. I have been busy to say the least.

I have always loved Connie's blog design, and she is self taught herself too! Obviously she has way  more tricks up her sleeves then I do, so I was very excited to pull in her help. I think she did a great job putting together what I wanted.

Along with the new fresh look, I took some time to go get recharged and am ready to be back to blogging in full force. Like I said before, I just needed to regroup and get some direction, decide what I wanted with certain things. Thanks for those who bared with me as I learn to simplify my life and fit blogging into that.

I needed to get some balance and order, and I am so happy I did.
Cheers!

P.S. Did you win a giveaway from last month? Check it out...

Bijou Market Giveaway Winners: lower case letters Emma Meredith Kylee
(I will let you guys pick which prize you want, by WHO e-mails me first!... ready set GO!)

Sheer Ribbons Body Lotion Giveaway Winner: Kacey!

French Macarons Cooking Class with me Giveaway Winner: Mandy!
e-mail me if you won.

roller coaster.

via pinterest.

I haven’t posted that much this week, sorry about that. Things have been a little hectic here at work, and with Trevor embarking on Finals. Every once in awhile I get into what I like to call a "blogging funk." A blogging funk is where I step back and realize there is something not aligning up the way I want it to when it comes to my blog and blogging.

I remember earlier this year I was so swamped with school before graduating that I had NO spare time. Keeping up with my blog became too much, and doing it because I "had" to took the fun out of it. So I stopped blogging for two whole months. I re-charged and came back after the stress of the end of my Bachelors Degree. I just needed that break.

This time around it isn't a break that I need, but more of a direction. This blog started out as a place for me to document about my life, the everyday even mundane things that Trevor and I do together. It was intended to be about my family and for my family. Along the way, I got sucked into the creative world that blogging can bring. Fashion, Crafts, Design, and must say, I love all of it. However... I think I have lost a bit of the true intent of this blog. I still will and want to post about fashion, and the creative things I am apart of... but I want to blog more about me and Trevor again. I really feel like that aspect of the blog has been missing for awhile, and I want to change that.

I guess you could say I feel like I am in blog limbo land right now.

Blogging can be like that, well life can be like that. You think you have a direction and you hit a high, or a low and it can leave you confused. I wouldn’t say I am confused, I know what I want to do, and I just need to implement the changes.

I have been trying to simplify my life, and I want to bring that goal into to my blog as well. So expect some changes around these parts in the near future. Nothing major, just trying to stream line all of ideas. I am excited to have some more simple organization to my blog, where I can have a better balance of all the things I love about blogging and my blog in particular.

I want to “do it all,” without losing the balance of all the things I love, without losing myself in it. So please be a little patient with me in the next week or so :) Cheers!

 

perfect timing.

Last night couldn't have come at a better time. I am apart of a group called Law Partners. It is a group of people (mostly women) who have spouses in law school. We meet up for dinners, and different fun activities. They hold forums where they bring in different people to talk to us. Last night they brought in a Professional Organizer. I almost didn't go, but BOY am I happy I did.

It is exactly what I needed.

As you can see from my previous post, I have been having a hard time keeping up with all my commitments and different things I have to do during the day, as well as things I would like to do. Marie C. Ricks has written several books on organization, and she has a lot of experience going into people's homes and helping them organize their lives.

At first I thought, I know how to organize it is just a matter of doing it. Right? Just DO IT. However there is so much more to it then that! I also learned that you can organize so much more then your home, did you know you can organize your relationships?! I wish I could put in one post everything I learned last night.

All I know is, it was just the boost I needed. I feel ready to get more organized in my life, I feel that need to SIMPLIFY. I need to make my life more simple then it is currently. I have a lot to think about.

so many excuses.

Since moving to Provo I have been trying to get used to a new routine. I feel like Trevor's mother because we share one car and I have to drop him off and pick him up from school :) haha I don't mind, but I am trying to get comfortable in our new little life here. As I reflect on my routine I can't help but think about all the things I wish I got done in a day.

We all like to make a lot of excuses.... here have been some of mine lately "Oh I don't have time to run or work out today" or "I am so tired, I don't think I will read my scriptures tonight," because I know as well as anyone else (unless you are lying to yourself) that you have the time for whatever it is you want to do in your day. If it is important to you, you WILL make it happen. If I really wanted to get my run in before my energy is drained by the end of my work day, I would wake up at 5 a.m. and get it done. Which means I would have to commit to getting to bed earlier. If I really wanted to read my scriptures every night, I would spend 15 or 20 minutes less online (reading all of your blogs! ha!) and just go do it. Why is it so hard to just DO the things we really want to do sometimes? I know what I want, I know I am capable of doing it, so why do I feel like I am so full of excuses, so lazy? Sometimes I use the excuse that I deserve the "break" the down time. But I know as much as I love that break, I would enjoy the feeling of doing everything I want and need to do so much more.
I know for a fact I could get all the things I need to get done if I didn't let my body control me, and instead let my mind control me. Does this even make sense? It is simply will power. What do you guys do to help you stay motivated? Any tips? I have tried a lot of different things, and I know at the end of the day it has to be pure will. I seriously want to wake up at 5 a.m. and do my work outs, and be ready and awake for my day with a healthy start. I want to be better about morning and nightly prayers and reading my scriptures, so I just need to DO it. I know life is all about the progression. Trying to be better each and every day. But sometimes I just get disappointed in myself because I know.... I KNOW that I CAN do better. So why aren't I?

no more apologies.

 

I went to a Utah Blogger meet up the other week and had a blast. I felt so comfortable around the other girls and I really was myself around them. This isn't to say I am not usually myself... it is pretty hard for me to be anything but myself. But it got me thinking about who I am, and how I am on this blog. I share a lot of who I am on this blog, but I find myself holding back certain things because of fear. What if I offend someone if I say this? Or what if someone judges me if I do this and post it?

While I don't really hold back too much on my blog, I definitely edit myself. At first I thought I was doing so because it is the courteous thing to do if you know other people are reading your blog, but then I realized it is mostly fear. Fear of what people might say or think about me. Some of the girls that night of the blogger meet up were surprised at how outgoing I was, loud, and fun... yeah, I will say I am fun, haha. This kind of made me realize just how much of my personality I must be holding back when it comes to my blog, because if you ask any of my friends in my personal life, they would tell you I am a good time.

I guess what it all comes down to is... just because you read someone's blog, doesn't mean you really know them. You can only convey so much of who you are over the internet, over a blog, with words. Some people don't want to share everything, sometimes people's personalities might read a little different online then they really do in person. Some bloggers I have been following for the past two years, and I feel like I really know them. While I might feel a connection, I do have to remind myself that just because we are online friends that chat every now and then, doesn't mean I fully understand all the things that make up this person.

So I guess what I have come to is, I want to be a little more honest on this blog about my thoughts & feelings and not fear so much what other people might think, or if they will be offended. I don't want to offend, but sometimes people are sensitive, lets be honest haha! 

I know I will always edit to a degree when it comes to my blog because I don't believe in saying everything that comes to your mind just because you thought it. If we all did that we would be in big trouble... but I would like to be a little more brave when it comes to sharing. Being a bit more open. It is easier for me to do this in person because I have a great sense of reading people. I can tell if someone is comfortable or getting uncomfortable, and I know how far I can take a story or a conversation based off that. I can't do that online. I can't tell if you are feeling weird, or sad, or mad or anything. I can't read your body language or emotions because I am not WITH you. Usually I have the mentality that, this is my blog, if you don't like, don't read it. And I still do agree with that, your blog is YOUR space, do what you will. But at the same time, I do care about other people and if they are misunderstanding me, or if I am making someone feel uncomfortable. Am I making any sense?

These are pretty random and jumbled thoughts I have going on here... but I was just curious... what are your views on this when it comes to blogging?

Have you felt that some people make assumptions about you based on your blog? 

Do you feel yourself editing your content sometimes because your afraid to offend people, or that others will judge you?

 Just some food for thought. Let your brain just chew on it for a bit.

I am an Idiot.

 

 I learned some valuable things yesterday.

1) Don't do your dishes in your underwear.

2) Throw out even slightly chipped glasses.

Now I guess I should tell you how I learned these two things the hard way. Saturday morning I woke up in a great mood. Trevor went off to the law library to study, and I made plans to clean up the apartment. I was feeling energized and had a list of things I wanted to get done. 

Because I am super cheap and don't like throwing anything away, I insisted on keeping a chipped glass. I mean the chip was so blunt I didn't think you could possibly hurt yourself on it.

I was very wrong.

In my rush of doing dishes, I cut myself. We have all cut ourselves before, so when I saw the blood I thought no big deal. I covered my hand for a few seconds (you know that magical hold we do on our cuts, hoping that it will miraculously heal it, or make the cut not so bad?) but when I opened my hand.... I knew something was very wrong. 

What gave it away? Oh just my skin opening up and my hand muscle peeking out at me saying...

"HEY! I have never seen daylight before, this is cool!"

Except it was so NOT cool. I had never seen a real life human muscle before by the way, so I was slightly fascinated. But I was in pain so I didn't have much time to be fascinated. I just sat there for a minute, trying not to freak out. I got my phone and called my mom... then I let myself break down. I knew it was bad enough I needed to go to Urgent Care. I don't know why but I needed the comfort of my Mommy to tell me to calm down and call Trevor. So that is what I did.

You guys have to realize... I have never had anything happen to me. I mean I did sprain my wrist once, and I fractured my foot. But other then that... I have never even had a cavity. So I was really scared of the thought of getting stitches. Waiting for Trevor to get home felt like it took hours. Which I guess I needed since trying to dress yourself with one bleeding hand in the air (trying to elevate, like my mama said!) made for a challenge. Lets just say the image was pretty comical. Except I wasn't laughing. I didn't get far, so when Trevor came home he had to help me get dressed. I guess I got a quick glimpse of what life will be like when I am an old lady... or heaven forbid something tragic happened to me.

So Trevor came home and checked out my wound... he barley looked at it and knew we had to go to the hospital. So off we went, after Trevor did up my pants of course. Awkward.

I have an irrational phobia of needles, so I was trying not to freak out. The sweet nurse, who was my age (wow... am I really old enough that the nurses are my age now?! what?!) tried to make me feel better by saying how the numbing shot felt similar to what they do for cavities... remember I have never had a cavity?! The doctor shook his head in disbelief at this... and really didn't believe me when I explained that even Trevor had never had a cavity. Hopefully this means less dentist trips for our kids in the future. I digress...

I had NO idea that they put the numbing shot IN YOUR WOUND. DIRECTLY. I started to cry a little bit and felt like a total looser. I quickly gained composure, I didn't want to look pathetic. I didn't watch of course.. I mean who would watch someone put a needle under you skin, literally on your hand muscle? The doctor did it about 6 different times mind you... eekk. It hurt, but wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Thank goodness for modern medicine. How did poor people get through this stuff back in the day? ouchie.

The doctor was very nice. He was actually from near my home town back in San Diego, so we chatted about that. He even complimented my nice neon pink nails, haha. He was trying to make me feel better I think. I wont lie though... for some reason him being from back home, made me more comfortable. 

So 5 stitches later, and 1 Tetanus shot. I was done.

Oh wait... and one almost as painful bill, ouchie. There goes my Christmas/Birthday present this year :(

I should have known better to keep around a broken glass... so even if its just a chip in the glass... that can do damage too! Lesson learned.

&I should have known better about the dishes in the ginch too.  Yes... sometimes I say ginch, thanks for that dad, haha! Growing up in San Diego my family has had its share of fire scares. My family has been evacuated from our home on more then one occasion. My dad always told me I should wear pj's to bed in case we ever had to leave in the night.

For some reason I never thought of what would happen if something bad happened when you weren't wearing anything... but now I know!

I thought the pain was over... but the the numbing shot wore off... and now I feel like my hand is on fire. &no amounts of pain killer is helping. BAH.

So there you go people... learn from me.

1) GO NOW &throw out a anything with a slight crack in it.

2) GO put some clothes on.

p.s. by the way, I am not even remotely ambidextrous. typing this with my left hand took forever.

that time i ran into shia labeouf...

Blazer: Jcrew Dress: Down East Shoes: Target

So when we graduate from high school my parents like to give us a big gift. They base this gift on our passions and interests, something they think we will really love. For example, my older sister Kira is an amazing oboist. She is actually a professional oboist now, but when she graduated high school she was going off to school to play and so my parents got her a brand new beautiful Oboe. My siblings interests all seemed so obvious to me, and when it came to my senior year, I had no idea what I would be getting. I have always been a lover of history and travel, and so when my parents sat me down and told me that me and my mother would be going to Europe, I was BEYOND excited/surprised. I was so giddy and so thrilled. Why do I bring this up?! Well one of the places we went to was London, of course, and we were touring around on those lovely double decker buses. There I am absorbing the sites in London, when guess who walks onto the bus?! Shia Labeouf. My mouth just dropped right open because I have been a fan of his since Even Stevens and then when he played in one of my favorite childhood books on the big screen (Holes) I was hooked. I was little surprised because he was shorter then you would imagine, but still, I was STAR STRUCK. I got the nerve to go and sit up right behind him, and my mom kept telling me to ask him for a picture (I mean who runs into famous people and actually has their camera with them?! lucky right?!)
But I couldn't move. I was just staring. Of course he saw me staring, I mean I was the only young person on the whole bus, I don't think anyone else knew who he was. But he looked right at me and kind of smiled, and he knew, that I knew who he was. At one point it looked like he was waiting for me to say something to him, but I couldn't. I remember thinking, "I don't want to interrupt his time off, touring the city. He wants to enjoy himself and not be interrupted by a silly girl like me." Eventually he stood up to get off the bus, and I just continued to stare as he got up and started to walk off, he smiled at me and left. He got off the bus to get onto another one, that is how the tour buses work, they take you to different parts of town etc. and I saw him get onto the next bus, and sit down. Our bus hadn't moved yet, and apart of me wanted to grab my mom and follow him. He pulled out a banana and started eating it, saw I was still starring at him, and smiled again, with a kind of wave attached to it. Then our bus drove away. I can not believe I didn't just say "Hey, I have been a big fan for a long time, mind taking a picture with me?!" How hard would that have been?! I mean I was right there, no crowd of girls fighting me for his attention, nothing. Oh well... I spent the rest of the day thinking how maybe if I had talked to him he would have been swept off his feet and he would have asked me to be his date for his red carpet appearance for the London premier of Transformers. Darn.
So random long point of this story is.... the other day when Donny Osmond walked into the same ice cream store that my mother and I were at... she wasn't going to go up and say hi to him. Then she remembered how I was when I was sitting next to Shia and how I regret not saying anything... and she went up to Donny cool as a cucumber and had a great conversation with him! Lucky woman. Where was my courage when I needed it?! haha I never would have thought of myself as the "star struck" type haha... Oh well, more power to you mama, you go girl! :)

UPDATE to the story... I did get several pictures of the back of his head, some profile shots and him eating a banana. :) haha

my stinkin' flip flops!

So today was one of those days where things just can't seem to go right. Trevor and I share a car, and today was my first official full day of work at my new job. I am a legal secretary for an Attorney here in Provo. So of course Trevor was running late, and since I drop him off at school, that meant that I was now running late. Usually I am early. I literally show up to work sometimes half an hour early, because I seriously hate being late. So I rush home to finish getting ready so I wont be late for work on my first official day. I rush to my car, I rush to work, I am pulling into work when I look down and realize, I put on my everyday rainbow sandals. MY STINKIN' FLIP FLOPS! If you could only see where I work you would understand how horrified I was. The building looks like a Mansion, everything in it is really nice and the employees all dress to match and there I was in my beach sandals. Normally I would have been so early I would have had ample time to go home and get on some new shoes, but of course with my luck, not today! Dilemma. Then the thought comes into my mind that my little sister's apartment is much closer then mine, I call her.... she is of course already at class and she doesn't know if anyone is at her apartment. I decide to take the chance and go to her place hoping someone is there who will let me in so I can pick through my sister's closet for some shoes. I knocked, and knocked, and knocked. I mean were in Provo, maybe some stranger off the street will be kind enough to just let me borrow some of their shoes on my good word that I will return them?! haha It was seriously a thought that crossed my mind. Yeah I guess I was that desperate. So I keep knocking. No one answers. (I found out later someone was home! UGH!)  By now I realize I am going to be late for work if I go back to my place and get some shoes, so I decide I better call into the office and the girl who is training me insists it isn't a big deal if I come in with my sandals on. So rather then be late, I came into work today wearing really nice clothes, and some flip flops. groan. I was so embarrassed, but no one really seemed to mind. I love how your brain fools with you when you are uncomfortable. I swore everyone was looking at my feet, haha. Really they weren't, I was just paranoid.  Anyways, I absolutely hate when days go like that! *sigh*

What a great way to start the week, I swear Holidays sometimes are like a double-edged sword. They are fun to have, but when they are not that long, for example a long weekend, it just throws me off! Hope you all are having a better start to your week haha :)

feel the burn.

 

Top: (Striped) F21, (Flannel) Billabong Jeans: F21 Shoes:American Eagle

I have been slacking on my fashion posts. It has been strictly sweat pants and messy buns over here lately. So I thought I would put some up to show myself I sometimes still have time to actually get ready for my day, haha. Anywhoooo I am not really sure where it went... but my deodorant went missing. hmm? The other day I hopped out of the shower and couldn't seem to find where my deodorant went. I was in a hurry so I grabbed some of Trevor's (you know you have all done this before). I noticed he had bought a new brand, it was a pure gel kind, which I hate those kinds of deodorants, but I needed to hurry up and I wasn't about to go out and about without some deodorant on. So I put it on.... all of a sudden my arm pits just started stinging! The burn surprised me and felt very familiar. It felt like it did when I would do a quick shave and then head to the beach with my friends and get into the water.... ouchie! Then it hit me... I had just shaved my arm pits, and then put on this liquid deodorant meant for men... ouch, haha. I told Trevor the story later that day and asked him why he had bought a new deodorant. He replied, "Oh yeah I hate that stuff, I didn't realize it was the gel kind and only bought it because it was on sale." Well at least the hubs is being frugal :) haha Lesson learned, don't put on liquid deodorant after you shave. 

hmm.

So remember last semester when I thought I was "drowning?" Well it is pretty sad that I wish I was back to last semester instead of this one. This semester is the hardest semester I have ever had. It is kicking my trash. I have been super super busy and really stressing out. It is my last semester before graduation so I know I just need to focus and it will be over soon enough.... yet it seems like forever right now! Do they purposely make your last year of school so hard, so you think about quitting?! haha

I wouldn't call myself a perfectionist, but I would say that I set myself to a high standard and expect myself to achieve certain things. When school overrules my life I get to this point where I feel like everything else in my life is falling by the way side. I think I am too hard on myself. Last night I found myself having a little break down. I have been so busy that I almost forgot about one of my really good friend's bridal showers. I would have been devastated had I missed it. When I got home I just broke down to Trevor. I work part time in the administration department at the University of Utah library. The guy who had the main position doesn't work there anymore, and they don't have the spot filled yet, so I have to come into work as much as I can full time around my classes. I am taking 5 classes which really feels like 7 because of the amount of work I have to do for two of them. For example, I have to do over 30 hours working in a classroom and put on two community events for the students and their families, as well as attend and volunteer for several more community events. That is just part of the requirements for one of the classes. I could go one forever. They really put you through the ringer in these last courses. So lately I find myself very very tired. Because of this I am constantly trying to stay on top of cleaning my apartment, going to the gym and exercising, eating healthy, this blog, trying to become closer to Christ, have friends.... and... well all of those seem to be failing miserably. And it upsets me. I wish I could be "perfect" sometimes and be able to do everything that is going on in my life with ease. I see other people do it (I know the grass always looks greener on the other side) and I just wonder why I can't seem to get it all together. I know I should be patient with myself, but I am just tired of waiting for things to come together where I am not constantly tired and stressed out... finally.

...all we eat is corn...

I am currently working on my Senior Paper.

My topic has gone back and forth many different times, trying to narrow down different thoughts and ideas that I want to talk about.

Even though my paper has geared away from this topic, it is still something I am very passionate about.

If you haven't read Michael Pollan's,  The Omnivore's Dilemma, then you need to!
It will totally change how you view food, and products in general to be honest.

I am thrilled they have decided to make a film about this subject!

I can't wait to see it :)

So far...

Today has been a

Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!

 Sorry to be such a downer.... but today is just one of those days, and I needed to vent.
(&it looks like the weather is agreeing with my mood today!)

rub a dub dub...

One thing I have always loved ever since I was little is taking a bath.

I love being all alone, relaxing in the warmth and scents of a bubble filled bath.

In fact now that I think about it, the bathroom is probably one of my favorite places.

Which brings me to this post.

Me and Trevor are poor newlyweds. 

We have a cheap apartment really close to campus where I go to school and work.

Usually cheap and close to the University is a rare thing, so we know how lucky we are. For this I am truly grateful.

Now that I have said how lucky I know we are to have this apartment, I am going to tell you that I live in a dungeon. We call it the "dungeon" because we live in the basement of a house.

A house that is over 100 years old by the way...

Anyways, the worst part about our bathroom is that it is literally big enough for ONE person to stand in.

When you sit on the toilet, your knees hit it the wall.

One day I was at a friends house and went to the bathroom. I realized I was sitting on the toilet sideways when I didn't need to be. I have actually developed a habit of sitting on the toilet sideways.

lovely.

Now onto the whole point. This bathroom only has a shower.

NO bathtub.

I miss my baths. That wonderful relaxing alone time I would have in the tub.

I wouldn't get out until I was nice and wrinkly all over :) That is when you know you are done.

Me and Trevor love to talk about "when we get out of this apartment..."

The "...." is a bunch of different things we would like to have in our next place.

But for now I want to say that one of my dreams is to have a beautiful claw foot bathtub :)

I think that a claw foot bath tub is the epitome of bath tubs!

Someday, Someday I will light a million candles, fill my claw foot bath tub up with a bunch of bubbles

and disappear....

Drowning...

So with wrapping up midterms, papers due, my new spin class at 7:30 am, and an ever growing to-do list....I feel like I am drowning in responsibility!

Remember the days when we begged to stay up late (like 9pm was late HA!) like a "big" kid?

When all we had to worry about was some easy peasy spelling homework and a project that when you think back...was actually kind of fun?

Elementary and Middle School were the dream, right?

High School wasn't too bad either. I mean you gained more responsibility, yes, but for the most part, high school is simply just fun. At least my experience was.

But moving out of the house, going to college, paying for rent, books, tuition, food, gas, so on and so on.

Hard classes, feeling like you have been in school for a million years, midterms, finals, and all the dramas of "real life."

Bah! When does the easier part come?

Can you all tell I have Senioritis or what?!

P.S. I may have stuffed some toilet paper in my shorts this morning
to cushion my bum bum during Spin :) HA.

Like a scene from a movie...

So I have had a rough couple weeks. Just everything that could go wrong HAS. I don't even want to start into the details because I have already complained enough about it all. Anyways, after another crazy day yesterday and finally getting done with all my homework and things that needed to get done I got into bed at 12:30AM. I woke up randomly at 5:30AM for some reason I could not sleep even though I wanted to. I knew all I needed to do was get through the day and I was done for my week, since tomorrow I only have one class then work, and I know I can relaxxxx. Even though it was bright an sunny this morning I just felt like I should grab my umbrella.... I could not find it anywhere! I looked for about 15 mins and was not about to be late for class and since it was sunny I just left. Well... finally done with my day, ready to go home I walk outside and within seconds it starts raining. It was light, so I wasn't too worried. Well it then started pooring. I don't have a hood on my nice peacoat, I actually DID my hair today since I couldn't go to sleep I got up and did it, I wore my brand new boots for the first time today, Oh and to top it off I was wearing a skirt. OH and it got better, within seconds of the pooring it turned to HAIL. Which then came down so hard I honestly was almost in tears from the sharp stinging pain it was causing on my head, and poor exposed knees. While during this painful walk home, I was trying to keep my skirt from pulling a Marilyn Monroe and exposing my goodies to the world. The suddenness of this whole hail storm was straight out of a movie. That and it was of course what would happen to me at the end of my horrible two weeks. To be honest, I am just glad it is over. But I was mourning my new wet boots. I hope the leather will be okay. As for me, my hair will dry, and I will start all over again on Monday. When do things get easier?? I just hate when life throws you into these slumps.