Confessions

I have decided to share with you a few of my confessions. Nothing serious, like I would confess to a Priest if I were Catholic, just fun things that I have noticed about myself, that are maybe a little unique...or maybe they're not...who knows?!

Confession #1
I am a people watcher. Many of us are. But I think I may participate in this activity more than your average Joe. I say this because I have been known to blatantly stare at people and even make faces depending on my reaction to what is occurring. This usually happens when I am alone and have no one with me who checks me back into reality. In fact one time I was eating lunch in the Cougareat and watched a break-up go down between two little freshmen. Sad, really, but so entertaining. Now usually this is a private conversation and happens with no one else there to share in the agony and all around awkwardness of the situation. But I was there and watched every second of it. I felt a little bad for eaves dropping later but it was so fun to watch this young boy (pre-mish) and 18 year old girl end their relationship in a very public place. You're young people! Go and live your lives! She probably would not have waited for you anyways. So really it is there fault for doing it someplace so public. This habit has even made it difficult to study in the library. To combat this I now study in the depths of the library, between stacks of books, in my own little cubby. It is great and I get loads of stuff done. I just have to seclude myself away from humanity :)

Confession #2
Buying a new journal is a deeply personal and spiritual matter for me. It has to be cute, so no plain Jane journals. It must be a good secret keeper. It should have crisp pages with college spaced lines. It must protect, be a good listener, and share in triumphs and failures. I mean we have been told repeatedly to write our own personal histories for our posterity so I better have a good journal to keep all that information in. Really tho, I am a little OCD about choosing just the right journal but I love it. And I always love getting a new journal even if I don't need one right at that moment. So if you are ever looking for a good gift just get me a cute writing tablet, I will seriously LOVE IT!

Confession #3
Christmas morning is a SACRED event, not to be tampered with in any way. In my family's household we have always looked forward to Christmas morning with excitement from the time we were 1 till now. Many of you now that you are grown wake up at 9 o'clock and mosey your way on down to the Christmas tree. There is no moseying or sleeping in on Christmas! My family still awakes promptly at 5 a.m. and if we are not up by that time (this happened only one year) my dad will wake us up and hurry us down to look at our Santa gifts. As I said this only happened once and he had to wake us up at 5:30 a.m. so no harm done. We do not get ready for the day before going down to look at and open presents, but we remain steadfast, in our pajamas until around 10 when we finally take some showers and what not. Christmas morning will be celebrated appropriately! I mean it is hard to not get excited when your dad wears a red silk robe and a Santa hat when he comes down.

Yes, I live at home

As many of you may or may not know on Thanksgiving day my apartment flooded. This resulted in much chaos and destruction. Stress, tears, and unbelief were felt by me and my roommates as we gazed upon the mess that was our cute and beloved apartment. Now because of this flood I moved back home. Now that I live at home I feel like I have to explain myself to everyone who asks where I live. I mean I love it! I have a queen sized bed instead of a twin, space for all my clothes, my own bathroom, a refrigerator full of food, a mother that cooks for me, etc. So really, it has a lot of plusses. But everytime someone asks me where I am living or about my apartment I have to tell them that "Oh! I live at home now." This is usually followed up with a drawn out "OOOOOOH...." from the other person. What is up with that?! Don't they know that I have been living away from home basically my whole college career. I know how to take care of myself ok, I'm not afraid to leave the nest, so this is a nice break from paying rent every month, so back off people!

But then I feel like I have to explain myself, and how I came to be living at home as a 22 year old, senior, college student. Then understanding seems to get to them but I always feel like I am looked down upon...just a little...because I live at home. I think they are just jealous, right? That is what I am going to tell myself whenever I hear another "OOOOH" from someone about my living situation. I promise I am not the 30 year old man who still lives in their parent's basement and plays video games every day.

Hip hoppin'

If you don't know how to dance...you should probably watch this video. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Ridiculous? oh yes. Do I love it? Very much.




My days lately have consisted of sleeping, school, work, combine the last two, and you get school work, then I go to sleep, that is all. Usually when people say this I assume they are exaggerating. I assume you are thinking the same thing about me, but alas I am not. It is true! I am really not exaggerating because it is closing in on finals week and I have been bombarded with papers, tests, projects, and midterms, yes MIDTERMS during the last week of school. Who does that? Also, I have almost completed my last Fall semester ever...weird.

In other news, every time that winter comes around there are a few things that will inevitably happen to me.

1. I will slip and fall, on ice. (I have to clarify that it is on ice because I have been known to slip and fall on perfectly normal services) My count thus far is only once,but winter is just beginning.

2. I will slip and not fall. This occurs as I meet a patch of ice and try and save myself from falling. Flailing arms, crazy legs, high pitched shriek included. I save myself, glorying in my victory, only to find people staring at me and then I think it would have been better to fall instead of that production I just put on.

3. I will walk under trees, their branches heavy with snow, and it will fall and pelt me in the face. This usually happens as I am walking past a cute boy, perhaps my potential soul mate, goodness gracious.

4. My mom will call me as it is blizzarding outside, and ask me how I am doing and if I feel like a pioneer trudging through the snow to class. Thanks mom :)

5. I will wear snowboots, sweats tucked into the snowboots, a peacoat, and a snow hat to class, simply because I can. I know, I'm pretty classy.

This post was a little scattered, but that's alright. Enjoy!

So Close

One of my random goals in life is to use a chapstick to its completion. This is an unbelievably hard task! And I have only been able to completely use maybe...4 of them. All throughout my life I have been bombarded with different chapsticks from Lip Smackers to Carmex, but my go to lip balm has to be Burt's Bees or maybe Natural Ice (it's cheaper). But without fail I will LOSE these precious gems of moisture before they reach their end. 

Yesterday was a long day. I was sitting in my last class of the day, Multicultural Education, when I thought to myself "My lips are parched!" So I reach into my backpack and get out my Burt's. But my hand has a spasm of sorts and it slips from my fingers. This resulted in a semi-loud noise as it smacked the table/desk, and rolled to the floor. No problem right? Just pick it up and you are fine. Right? WRONG people! I can't find it anywhere as I twirl around in my chair searching the ground for the golden case. So I resolve to find it after class instead of crawling on the floor, under desks, scouring every inch of the classroom. But alas! I forget to pick it up at the end of class. It is a 2 hour long class on Monday evenings, I book it out of there like none other. 

This morning as I sat at work, my lips were again in need of some chapstick. I reach into my backpack and remember that I have no chapstick! The saddest part of the story is, I was almost done with said, lost, chapstick. It only had about a centimeter left to go. I was soooo close! SO CLOSE! Anywho now I am in need of some lip balm. 

Future time

Well, it is official I have signed up for my last semester of school...before I graduate....before I have to have a real job/career...am I crazy excited...YES! So for those of you who do not know, I am planning on being a Health and PE teacher in a middle school or high school. Hopefully I will mostly be teaching health because that is what I really love, but PE is cool too, and I am glad it was my minor.

But this last week for my technology in the classroom class I had to make a movie. I at first was dreading this assignment because this whole editing movie stuff is brand new to me. But I think it turned out pretty sweet, and it is on YouTube and everything...so it's legit :) Feel free to watch. It is supposed to be a commercial like the above the influence commercials and is about underage drinking. Take a gander, I am pretty proud of it, even tho it really is nothing special, but the sense of accomplishment is definitely there.