What we thought about tonight..

I met my classmate's twin. Holla!
My friend beat teen pregnancy! Happy 20th!
I reserved my place in the Wino Club with my alcoholic Godmother tonight.
She'll be proud. Don't worrry.
I force fun upon everyone.
I wanna be the odd one out.

par tee

This weekend is my roommate's bestfriend's (joselyns's) 20th birthday. I'm completely pumped because we're getting up Saturday morning and going to decorate Jos's apartment while she's meeting her mom in Indy for lunch.

Our decorations were purchased on budget, but still rock.
They consist of: GIANT Hannah Montana Balloon, that sings 'Best of Both Worlds' when you hit it.
Two smaller happy Birthday balloons.
100's of feet of purple, yellow, and rainbow striped streamers.
Birthday banner.
approx. 50 photo-shopped pictures of Jos.
A 4 layer cake: pink, brown, pink, brown.
Pink icing and chocolate chips!
Other beverages.

After we decorate, we're going to 'chill-out' for a while, and go fill our faces at Teppinyaki!!!!! It's what I'm getting through the week for.
When our bellies are filled to the brim we've decided to plan a scheduled 'naptime' so we can have enough energy for the night.

A fun time will be had by all. You should come out!

Double Rainbow All The Way!

I really hope all of you have seen that youtube video, if not, please go see it.

Anyhow, it's a lazy Sunday. I actually missed church this morning due to 'sickness' = [ But the roommate and I went to get lunch at Woodworth (I ate around 12 lbs. of Nachos) ,and then we came back and clean sweeped the room. Now I am stuck in a Youtube trance once again. This happens about twice a week. I just lay on the floor and youtube anything and everthing I can possibly think of.

First I watched the Double Rainbow video: 'Double Wainbow all da way!'

Next I watched Greyson Chance, a brilliant 13 yr. old piano player and singer, who actually got signed onto Ellen Degeneres' label!

Up next I watched a TON of Keenan Cahill videos. He's that adorable little 15 year old boy who lip syncs to songs and makes amazing facial expressions. 50 Cent actually stopped by and made a video with him after he became such a viral sensation.

Then I watched Marcel the Shell With shoes On, which always always always makes me smile.

I then wrapped up this youtube session with some cat videos! Of Course!

LOVE UPDATE.

Future Husband (a.k.a. my crush) said my hair looked good today in poetry class. He wants me to wear it like that at our wedding.

Slumber Party?

Nope, in reality it's just me and two of my girlfriends passed out in my dorm room tonight. We all look very charming in our sweat pants and old club t-shirts, sprawled across the floor, futon, and bed. We've finally settled from a night of chilling, and I have a feeling we're all going to be pretty sluggish when getting up for church in the morning.

The movie 'Honey' is playing on the TV on top of the mini fridge, I can look down on it from my lofted bed. I just remembered I have that on VHS in my bedroom back home. AHHH HOME. I Miss my dog, I miss my Shelby, and my queen sized bed. Almost two years of dorm living is about to get the best of me.

My tiny dorm room looks like a miniature version of the huge kids rooms in the condo's my family used to rent in Florida. Miniature scaled rooms. Strange. It makes me recall an episode of House Hunters International where the kids bedroom was just a hole in the wall containing beds in the parents' room. How creepy would that be? Being in your parents bedrooms all the time, weird. Parents rooms are weird period. Sometimes the word period is weird. If you're a dude.

Going to sleep now.

Danger!Fire!

Being a business major, it's required I take ISOM135 ( an information systems class). If you've not taken this class, I'll let you in on a little secret : it's disgustingly boring. An hour and fifteen minutes of hiding behind unresponsive computer screens and feeling your eyes literally glaze over, slowly turning into small glassed pieces of candy.

I know myself. I know I am inpatient and sarcastic, which is why my professor may be the hindering point of my classroom experience. He draws out his lectures like a funeral march with a few too many measures. He also has a habit of asking rhetorical questions which is like enabling the smart-ass I can sometimes be. My usual class routine is to sit in front of my notebook, doodling, copying the PowerPoint slides, and slightly paying attention to what the class is being told, but today was different.

He said something that struck me. Something I related to more than I feel like I should have.

"You will spend almost your entire life putting out fires."

Plain and simple. He was referring to us all one day being put in a managerial position, but mistakenly that's not the way it registered with me.

I have spent my whole life putting out fires; extinguishing problems and smothering the embers of confrontation before they inflame. I'm not sure if it's because of the way I grew up, or the household and housemates I was attached to? It could be a natural response of mine, or I could just have a really warped personality. I'm still trying to figure out this self-realization. One thing I was kind of, sort of, pretty positive about was that I wanted to change this aspect of me. Now please don't get me wrong. In no way do I want to become this disputing monster, that seeks for a battle in every encounter, but I'd like to not be afraid if it does happen.

Everyday when I wake up I want to choose life. Life with all it's imperfections and arguments. I'd like to throw away the timid girl I rely on for safety, and have the bravery to be curious. Curious enough to investigate things and people alike. Today I have realized that I've held myself back from so many answers for fear of asking the wrong questions. What's a slip of the tongue to a slip of the mind? I will not spend my entire life putting out these figurative fires. As I thought about my new motto, I was reminded of the representation of the Phoenix, who burns up in flames, but then dauntlessly rises from the ashes. Life should mimic that you know? No apprehension to challenge the norm or what you're leery of. If a theoretical fire of dispute or problems flares up, just know that you will most definitely rise from the ashes with something gained. The wager may be high, but you will walk away with a prise of experience, education, and satisfaction.

I realize this blog may not be relevant to many, but it struck a chord with me. I felt I needed to write this insight down. Make it more permanent than maybe just a new years goal jotted down in my head.

RINGIN' IN THE NEW SEMESTER!

Classmates, this semester has started off with a bang! It has indeed been 'banging' thus far, and it's mainly for one reason. My crush is in my poetry class! He sat next to me, and I'm sure we made a really deep connection.

First he took out his earbuds and said, 'Hey'.

Then I cleared my throat and said, 'Hi'.

Class went on, and I glanced at him being really cute among other things. Then I sat, trying to maintain good posture, and keep my boobs looking nice in my blouse. I think I succeeded.

That was Monday. I smiled as I walked out of Robert Bell, thinking about what season our wedding would be in.

Wednesday, two o'clock, and it's poetry time! Today our class had to pass copies of a poem we'd written to everyone in the room. I was sure his was going to be brilliant. He looks like someone that could cook up a nice poem, with perfect stanzas. A poem containing end stops and enjambments placed in the most entricate places. I knew it would present words and imagery that would make me short of breathe. Hopefully no one would notice my respiratory attack as he read aloud in the front of the room.

He stepped to the front of the class, pushed his hair off of his forehead, and smiled just on one side of his mouth. This was it, I was ready to hear excellence flow out of his writing. His first line: ' You're giving birth to gummy bears '. I'm in love.

I'll keep you all posted on our progress.

(Listening to Donna Lewis - I love You Always Forever. How could I not be optimistic?)