Wedding Notebooks and Mangled Roses

I feel like the girls on the other side of the wall are nocturnal. They really don't get going until about 10:30pm and they will stay at it for a while. I am a creature of the day. I love sunshine. Can you see where we might clash?

I have been utterly unmotivated for the past two weeks or so. There isn't anything to watch on television, and the only reason I know that is because it has been on far too much lately.

I am so frazzled by nothing (I really have no idea what is making me freak out like this) that I began gently opening a rose to make it nice and puffy and ended up damn near mangling it.

Tomorrow I vow not to spend excessive amounts of time in my room. I will get up, go to class, camp out in the library for a while, eat some lunch, go to more classes, go back to camping out in the library, meet the boy for dinner, and go to the artist talk at the gallery. Then perhaps I'll start on these papers...

I'm starting to feel less like a 3.8 student and more like a 3.5 or a 3.2. I feel like I'm not accomplishing anything. Why is that? I haven't done any homework since Thursday. I worked ahead to free up my valentine's weekend. Is that why I feel so lazy? Because I've been watching tv and refreshing my facebook page all since I got back to school? I've read 15 pages of a 383 page book that I have to turn a paper in on next week. JOYJOYJOY.

I "proposed" to Michael on Friday. I gave him a rosary and asked him to convert. 'Cause lets just be frank here: I love him. A lot. And I want to marry him in the Catholic church. So why not let him be a part of it too?

He said yes :)

I feel like I'm getting ahead of myself a little. Already planning marriage? How old am I again? Well...Its not that I'm rebelling or anything, or looking to drop out of school or whatnot. I just am not that interested most of the things that people my age are doing. So many people are drinking illegally and partying and getting tattoos and crap. They like to go to the club, I like to go to the movies. They like to drink mixed drinks and almost die, I like to splurge on a Dr. Pepper or a Coke...mmm.

I guess maybe I'm too told for myself! That's okay though. Michael is too old for himself either. We can be old together before we even get old together. Hah.

I have these moments of uncontained crazy. Like Michael will allude to something having to do with marriage. Hold on to my ring finger or something crazy like that. Then I go off and ask him things like, "Is it too soon to have a wedding notebook???" shhh please. Don't answer that. It will draw attention to the crazy.

It snowed Friday. I loved it! Epic snow as far as this state goes. I didn't really get to play in it, so I just watched it like an awkward 7th grader watches a hot high school football player. I did have to watch the slow and steady melting. Ouch. All that white fluffy goodness just disappearing...I got a good snow angel photo though. And a couple of the trees around the house and the back porch. No snow men though. Boo :/

My Arabic studies are going....slowly...and steadily?

Hey. I have things to do. Learning a language I'm not taking a class for is a bit difficult and time consuming. Leave me alone. I have finally finished the alphabet. from ا to ي.

Valentine's Day was fan-freaking-tastic. It put me up a few more points on the crazy I-need-to-marry-Michael scale. Ruth's Chris Steakhouse. Yah. Expensive. YAH.

I would write on this thing more often if I actually had enough interesting things to write about.

Peace, Love, and Pudd'n Pops

This is the first

full week of school this semester. I actually start building my personal exercise program today in my weightlifting class. I love classes like that. Weight loss = Higher GPA? Let's try that!

My new phone comes sometime this week whoooo I'm so excited! Boost Mobile is prettymuch...the suck. Any bad thing I may have to say about it I'm sure a thousand people have said it before.

Hello Verizon!

Later days!

So its a new year…

And I guess that means its time for some resolutions?
Alrighty here we go:

• Go to the gym and work off the freshman…thirty
• Stop being a weird girlfriend
• Get homework done in a timely manner
• Get more work done in school clubs
• No More Junk Food

That’s all I’ve got for now. My break was good. I saw a few good movies and spent a lot of time with Michael. I didn’t work at all during the entire break, but I managed to spend $400 dollars of my own money and I don’t even know how much of Michael’s.

I think it’s a new personal record. I need to find a new blog layout. I’m sick of dots.

Peace, Love, and Puddin’ Pops

I’m captivated.

There’s something to be said for sitting in the cafe, drinking hot cocoa and people watching. Not that I’m doing that right now or anything. I’m in class, “listening” to an intense and captivating lecture on muscle mass. “If you don’t use it, you’ll lose it!” Like I said… CAPTIVATING. Surprisingly though it reminds me that the muffins are about ready to come out of the oven, so I’d best be hittin’ the gym for a whiny workout.

Anyway, I’d like to be sitting in a cafe, patiently sipping hot cocoa, silently judging everyone that walks though; creating a dramatic life story about them.

Hi. Nice to meet you.
In case you didn’t know,
I’m a bit of a jackass.

I never realized how high my standards are. And how I expect those around me to have enough common sense and decency to know the difference between good and bad; right and wrong. Apparently, though many people around me do use the common sense part of their brains, there are others who feel that must have evolved beyond the need for common sense. I try not to associate with those kinds of people. They’re people too, and they all deserve the same respect and whatnot, BUT seriously? look at yourselves. HA. I’m sure you all know who you are, so there isn’t any calling-out necessary. I advise you change this senseless lifestyle of yours, or not, I don’t care. Go ahead, get in car wrecks that are your fault, drink illegally, sleep around, skip all of your classes—Celebrate the epic fail that is your life.

See.
I told you I am a bit of a jackass.

Finally, on a lighter and more humorous not, I read a poster on a professor’s wall saying,

“God created man,
and then
She corrected her mistake.”

My inner feminist is pleased.

C i a o !

I have time to spare

Good morning!

My 9:30 class is canceled, and since I already have eight ounces of ‘Africa Kitamu’ Starbucks coffee pumping violently through my system, I figure I can write another post on the ‘ol blog.
the AC in my building is out again, so I am in a tank top with a fan on my face. Please watch these videos. Hopefully they may change the way you might raise your children. I’m not trying to tell you what to do or how to do it, but these videos will hopefully open your eyes some. They aren’t very long, so don’t say you don’t have the time.

Onslaught

Dove -Evolution

True Colors

Self Esteem

How’d you like them? I think they are pretty eye-opening. Tell me what you think.

So last night, I went to Cool Beans with a friend. I haven’t been there in a while so I forgot how…chill it is there. I enjoyed it. But for some reason, I still felt intimidated by all of those college students there even though I am in college myself. I had a hot white cocoa, yum =]
I plan on going back there. Even power nerds need to get in touch with that college social life.

 

Later everyone

Tweets

My boss gave me an ivy plant. I can tell it doesn't particularly enjoy being in my room on the second floor windowsill facing Main Street.

I imagine that if a plant responds positively to good sounds, like speech and music, that it can only be responding badly to the sirens and whoosh of cars constantly driving by.

My Betta, Sargeant Pepper, is floating around and playing in his plants; hiding in his Eclipse

Big-E pack home and waiting for me to come close to him so that he can pop out and surprise me. I like to think he enjoys my company as much as I enjoy his. By the way, Sargeant Pepper is not lonely (most of the time), and will not be getting his own hearts club band. Or a friend named Yoko. Sorry to disappoint.

The fall semester is in full swing as the students settle down into their new routines. I've begun training for a 5k. Maybe having an actual reason to run won't justify any more of my excuses for getting out their and going to the gym.

I missed the school and being away from it. And now that I am at school, I miss being at home! Ha how surprising. We all want what we can't have. Over the summer I had the constant attention of my 'lover boy', and now every time I turn around it isn't him that is there to keep my company--it's other people. I enjoy these other people, yeah, but they sure aren't my lover boy. We spent the summer eating out, seeing movies, and playing house. Not a problem in the world. I cook, you clean. Vice Versa. Very mellow.

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I'm tired of....

politics.

I've officially decided that I am sick of hearing all of this crap. That's the part where you all chuckle, and I too. We all know that politics won't ever go away. It's just a matter of muting the T.V. and turning up the orchestral music you have stored away on your iTunes playlist for those days where you just can't hear words any more, because so many words you hear on the news are so tainted and twisted and full of crap.

It's just a matter of finding the right twist to fit your tastes.

I want to go around town and shout all of the things that I'm doing at the moment. Like a twitter update. Only with this, I won't hope that someone sees my 'tweet' and notices that I need something better to do with my time than to 'tweet,' like on the computer. I'd shout things like, "I really need to tie my shoe!" and "America is so obessed with Mark Sanford, it's like we're his soulmate!" Among other strange things.

That way, if someone sees and hears me, they might actually go onto their twitters and write "some woman is out in front of me, being a jackass for some reason or another..."

and then they would prove the point I am trying, and honestly failing, to make.

Strange How We Are All Different, Yet Exactly the Same

Have you ever noticed that when a college student leaves home for the first time, they follow the same patterns that past college students have? I don’t mean the academic path. That will never change—That’s the whole point of going.
I mean the behavioral patterns. I’ve thought of a few examples of these very behaviors:

-Experimentation
Let’s get that one out of the way first. As soon as you leave your parents’ home, you will feel empowered with independence, and will quickly try to exercise that independence. You might start indulging in under-aged drinking, illegal drugs, cigarette smoking, or even sex (sex being used vaguely here. If you can think of it, it has probably happened). You’ll wake up without pants and having no idea where you are or how you ended up there.

-Activism
You will be entitled to your own opinion after leaving home. That means if your parents hold an opinionated rain cloud over your childhood home 24/7, you will no longer be showered by it. To prove that you can think whatever you choose and not what your parents want you to, you will exercise your free speech in conjunction with your newfound beliefs. Marches, sit-ins, booths, t-shirts, etc.

-Same-ness
Some college students, for some reason or another, continue the same patterns from high school. Most of these people still live with their parents. That isn’t a bad thing at all, since they save more money than other college students without that pesky room and board fee. They go to class, go back to wherever they live, study, and do it all over again the next day. No big transformation, no nothing. Just…same.

-Boldness
This one is always been interesting to me. Leave home for school, a sad moment but exciting at the same time. Your parents are proud, sad, and thinking about converting your room into that gym they’ve always wanted…and when you come home for fall break—BAM! You have bright purple hair, piercings in various and secret places, and colorful tattoos that are a product of a rushed decision and the world’s worst wing-man’s drunken words of encouragement. Your parents are taken aback, and you don’t care. I mean, they don’t own you anymore, right? (Wrong—let’s not rule out that inheritance so quickly!)

-Over Achiever
These people are quick to sign up for every campus event and opportunity there is to offer. It can be that they are either impressing their parents, or making themselves an impressive C.V. to wow the future boss, they are powerhouses of productivity.

I myself fall under the activism category. But I haven’t really changed my views. I’m a republican and catholic, so I have some activist tendencies against abortion. I’m very pro-life. But I also am in our school’s LGBTQ organization and march in the Gay Pride Parade downtown? That’s…a little anti-republican and anti-catholic to say the least. HA! I am trying my best, well that’s a lie actually. I’m trying hard to balance everything, but it shouldn’t be terrible because I didn’t sign up for more than I can handle. People need room and time to breathe. Only two jobs, five classes, and one club…for now.

I’m curious to see what category you all may fall under. I’m sure there are plenty more that I haven’t thought of.