I'm gettin' that fo' sho, fo' sho

I really cannot stand people who are hypocrites. It infuriates me. I realize that everyone has their moments, but good lord people.

I enjoy hanging out with all types of people and if you are nice and we get along, I really don't mind kicking it with you. But when people start saying how much they may love their girlfriend and how they are moving to be with them, etc, then why would you cheat on them? It makes absolutely no sense to me. Annnnnnd, pretend to be so into God, and all that, and then go around and get drunk and high all the time? I don't care what people do, seriously, get plastered every night and do as many drugs as you wish, but don't pretend to be a good Christian, and then go off and do those things. It makes me so angry. I, myself, am not religious in any way, but it really gets at me when people lead double lives. You can't do both and think that it is okay. Grr.

In other news.... I got all A's this semester! Well two of them were A-'s but that's still awesome to me! I feel like a real smarty. Especially after just saying 'smarty'. I'm cool, don't be jealous.

I saw I Am Legend on Friday. Phenomenal! Although I've had nightmares the last few nights, but regardless, it was still really good. I recommend it.

I'm pretty excited that Christmas is almost here, even though that means my short break is dwindling away by the minute. Still, I'm having a lot of fun actually not stressing about everything and relaxing. I slept until 1:30 the other day and it was glorious. I still need to finish up my Christmas shopping (only 2 more things left to get) and wrap everything.

Funny story. I'm sitting with my pals at a bar this evening, our Tuesday night ritual, and someone gets a text and it says that someone we all know is in jail. We all laugh at first, but the entire table gets on their phones, pulls out money to get this kid out of jail. First thought--DUI, right? No. He didn't pay his parking tickets. But in the course of half an hour, all these people had called everyone they knew and scrounged up enough money to get him out. I don't even like the kid and I gave a few dollars. It was kind of heart-warming to see even if the kid is an idiot, but still, nice to see that people can help out. Pretty cool.

Ok. I have not a clue why I'm still awake. Later gators.

Diet Coke, finals, and Christmas.

My, oh, my. What a day it has been. Let me just preface this by saying that I've had a few too many Diet Cokes today. I'm as jittery as a bedbug right now. I thought I needed a lot more than one to get me through the day, but it turns out I didn't. Diet Coke is the sweet nectar of the gods, I must admit. I love it. I am just like my sister and my mom; don't let me fool you for one second. We are all Diet Coke fiends.

I don't have my next "final" until 8pm tonight. Now, I've had to drag myself through this whole semester, of attending this class from 7-9:45pm every Wednesday, and then they are going to go ahead and make my final an hour later? Tell me that's crazy, becaus I know it is. We aren't taking a test or anything, just turning in our portfolios, which I just finished up. And, eating some food. That's something I can interest myself in. And, supposedly, most of the gang (yes, I know, we aren't much of a cool gang, all of us wanting to be English teachers and everything, but bear with me...it's been a long day) is going to go out for a few adult beverages after class. That should be quite....interesting, to say the least. And hopefully insanely fun. I love most of the crowd that I've had to spend 2 years of my life with, minus a few people.

I honestly have no clue what I'm rambling about right now. Sorry to everyone who is reading this. I think I've gone ahead and gone crazy.

I know everyone hates Christmas time, but I have to tell you, I love it. Ok, the shopping crowds, I don't like. Other than that, I love being able to give people gifts (I know I'm so dumb and sappy) and I love the music (I think I'm the only person who does), I love the lights and the trees, etc. I'm such a loser, I know it. Anyway, for the past few years, my parents threatened not to be put up a tree. And, yeah, they've been doing it for many years, I get it. But, I even told them I would do it for them. They refused and put it up anyway. My mom, she collects Santas and she has sooooo many, and I collect those little houses, the villages, and my dad does too. My mom put out a few Santas and I understand the daunting task of putting all of them out. When I asked if we were putting out the houses, she said no, even though, I said I would put them out myself, since they are mine. Nope, I can't do it. Why, you may ask? Because we don't have enough room. Can I put out some? No. Silly, I know. I just love Christmas and we used to do it up at my house. Now, since we are all technically adults (I use adults loosely for myself, since I'm not really one), I understand, but it makes me sad that we can't decorate and get into the holiday spirit like we used to. And, we haven't put up lights for years. My dad is afraid of heights and it's too much of a hassle. We can't even put them on the bushes or the garage. Sadness. Sorry, I guess I'm still a kid at heart. I just love Christmas and I hope that I will be able to get in the spirit when I have kids.

Ooook, well, I'm sorry if anyone had to read my insane ramblings for today. I'm not even sure what planet I'm not right now. Planet Crazy McCrazerton, that's for sure. Oh well, I'm so excited to be done with this hellacious semester!

Love to you all!

The madness is retreating...for now.

Soooooo, after all the stress and madness, I'm finally back posting again. Sorry to leave any of you hanging, which I did.

To start with the good stuff, I'm done with classes, officially! I have to take a couple finals on Wednesday and I'll be there all day, but other than that, I'm ready to make the most of my few week break. If I answer the phone and don't know where I am, don't be alarmed. I also got to go to the KU/MU game which was amazing, even if my Jayhawks did lose. It was still a great season and we are in the Orange Bowl. Holla.

I was in class on Wednesday night and there is this girl in there who has a serious problem with race. She is a white student. She doesn't really talk to many people in class and seems stuck up. She might not be, but she really comes across that way. Last week, she said something pertaining to African-Americans to another one of the students who just happens to be African-American. I don't remember quite what she said, but it was rude and to be honest, a little racist. This week, we had to give quick five-minute presentations. Well, the rude girl gets up and gives a fifteen-minute presentation about what, I'm not quite sure. Well, one of the other African-American students in our class asked a question about her presentation. She asked if the girl was suggesting that these black students weren't as smart as white students because of race. And the rude girl... paused! And then said no. We were all pretty appalled except for some jackasses in the corner and there was almost a rumble in class. It was awesome. And the girl who asked the question had every right to be mad. And might I add, every person in my class is studying to be a teacher, AND we are an urban institute. We do our education work in urban schools. This girl who has the problem with race is in for the ride of her life, if she thinks she's going to get away with her racist attitudes. It was just crazy to me that people can still discriminate against anyone in this day and age.

Sorry, I'll get off my soapbox.

There is this guy in my Wednesday night class that is really cute. I sound like a 13-year old girl when I say that, but he really is. And he has a Boston accent. When he talks, he has me right there. And he's going to be a teacher... Need I say any more? Every one of my gals in class feels the same way. I'm not his type, I'm sure, and I just feel stupid when I talk to him. How silly am I? Whatever, I am so lame.

And, you all remember that guy that I was having the problems with, who was so nice and wants to date me, etc. Well, I guess technically you could say that we are dating. We hang out regularly, but it's more casual. We aren't sleeping together or anything like that. We've only kissed. That's all. And...he? told me he loves me. Ahhhh. Scary? I think so. He's not a weird, creepy stalker, but he's a bit intense for this girl. I mean, I like other guys, also, so I think we are on two totally different wavelengths. He just told me this the other day. I told him we have to talk, but it's been a busy week so who knows when that'll happen. Oh, and this is the first time he's ever told a girl that. INTENSE, to say the least. It just happened the other day and I'm still totally flabbergasted.

I'm trying to think of anything else is happening. It snowed for the first time this winter today. Lame. I hate snow. I don't like driving it, I don't like being in it, it usually ruins my whole day, unless I don't want to go somewhere that I have to go and I want it to be canceled.

Okkkkkayyyyy, I got nothing left in me. I'm not sure this was the most exciting thing I've ever written, but when you haven't written for a while, you tend to get a little rusty. I promise I won't leave you all hanging anymore, at least not for a few weeks.

I'm not dead.

I pretty much am over any thing that is taking part in my life right now.

Sorry for the lack of posts from me. I've been uber busy with the end of the semester (this is my last week of classes!) and with family and friends and homework and all that jazz. And I seriously thought that nothing could make it any more crazy, but lo and behold that happened. And I have to say it totally freaking sucks.

I'll elaborate a little bit later today or tomorrow. For now, I have to go to class, but I thought I would let anyone who cares know that I am not dead or anything. Just stressed, but happy it's almost over, at least for a few weeks until student teaching starts next semester.

Alright, I'll post more on the craziness later.

Thank God for Xanex

I have to say I'm a big ball of stress these days. Things have been, well, less than desirable lately. School is seriously kicking my tush. If I can make it through the next two weeks and get it all done, I'll be a happy girl. Then, I have the student teaching nightmare to worry about. Oh, the joys of life.

I'm so grateful for my family and friends at this point. I've been an absolute terror to deal with lately. I cry every five seconds and want to just scream and yell and be irrational. Everyone has been pretty patient with me, but I know that I gotta just calm down and let life run it's course. It WILL be ok. That's what I have to keep telling myself. Oh, and maybe gulp down a Xanex every once in a while, because Lord knows, I freaked out today. I mean, literally freaked out. I'm talking the whole hyperventilating-crying thing. It was not fun at all. Anyway, I'm so very lucky to have the support of my family and friends. I know not everyone can say the same, so I know that I can get through this with the help of them.

Ok, enough of the sap. Happy Friday (almost)!

You know you want more

Ok, so after a brief hiatus, I'm back with a few more things about me, because I know that you all care THAT much. Don't deny it.

92) I cry A LOT. I cry when I'm sad, when I'm mad, when I'm frustrated, when I'm hungry... I swear any emotion I cry at.

91) I love the Harry Potter books. I seriously have every one of them, plus all the movies. I seriously can't get enough of them and I'm sad that all the books are over now. At least I have a few more movies to look forward to, right? What can I say, I'm a big dork.

90) I have about a thousand nicknames. All my friends make up something to call me, my family calls me random things--Oscar, from my sis, because my tummy when I was little looked like little hot dog rolls, Boogers, from my dad, I still don't get this one and it's embarassing, Boobers, from my mom, because I cried all the time (and still do, apparently #92). I don't know why my name isn't good enough, but there's always a reason to come up with someone else. Hah.

89) I used to think that I would never wear makeup when I was a kid. I hated it, I hated the feel of it, it really wasn't my thing. Now, I don't know what I'd do without it, even though I still don't wear much.

88) I enjoy sports. I can't play them, because I'm extremely uncoordinated, but I like watching them and going to games, and sometimes trying to play when I feel the mood strike. The most fun thing is going to a game, drinking a beer and eating a hot dog. Love.

87) I would love to travel a lot or move away from MO, but I love being around the ones who I love and the ones who love me. I've lived in the same town almost all of my life. Everyone knows me and I know them. I love it, but wish that I was someone who could just pick up and move.

86) Thanksgiving is the best holiday. You get to pig out all day long, sleep and watch football. What more could you ask for?


Alright, folks, that's all I have for you today. This is harder than I thought.

I stole this from my sis.

Not that anyone really cares, but I'm going to copy off my big sis and tell you 100 things about me. Weird, I know.

100) I am extremely random. I say pretty much anything that comes to my mind. I don't try to be funny, sometimes I am saying what I think and it comes out as something that people think is funny. I'm honestly just expressing myself. Weirddd.

99) I absolutely love 80s movies. The Breakfast Club is my all-time favorite movie and I know every single word to it. I also love many, many others like Pretty in Pink and St. Elmo's Fire. I think that I was the missing member of the Brat Pack.

98) I was the biggest goody-two shoes ever growing up. I still am probably considered that way. I hardly ever got in trouble unless it was something my brother did and I was supposed to be watching him. I always got good grades, was always involved in school, and never really had too much to worry about. I didn't have the perfect family growing up, but somehow I turned out okay.

97) I am probably the most irritable person ever. I get really cranky about nothing and refuse to be around anyone. I wear my emotions on my face, so you can always tell when I'm mad or sad or happy, and definitely when I'm irritable. I try to pretend that I'm not most of the time, but almost anyone can tell.

96) I am an extremely private person. I have plenty of friends and live a good life, but I really don't like people knowing a lot of personal things about me. One thing in particular is my relationships. I don't like to broadcast who I'm dating or if I'm thinking of dating or anything. Even if we're together, I hate PDA and refuse to display my affection for the world to see. And I don't like my family meeting anyone that I'm not serious about being with.

95) I absolutely can't stand getting up early. I must have chosen the wrong profession, getting ready to become a teacher. I enjoy my sleep. I can't go to bed before midnight and I don't like waking up before noon, if I can help it. These last few months has been rough, actually have too many things to do.

94) I think my feet and hands have no blood circulating through them. Even in warm weather, they are both cold. And when it hits winter, forget about it.

93) I hate soap operas. I never have been able to get into them. I know so many women who just love them and have to watch them or record them so they can watch them every single day. I'm not knocking on those who do, but I seriously can not watch it for years and then watch one episode and still know what is going on. And, not only that, what is with them looking into one another's eyes for an extended period of time? Making eye contact with one person for a long time is kind of awkward, at least for me. Maybe I'm just strange.


Okay, that's all I can think of for now. Stay tuned... or not, for the next installment.

Oh, Halloween

Last night ended up being great amounts of fun, minus a few bumps in the road with a friend who is ridiculous. Otherwise wonderful! I went as a boxer (see the picture above!) and my best pal was a pirate. I ended up just looking like I was ready to go to bed, because it was a little annoying keeping the boxing gloves on. You win some and you lose some, right? It was pretty fabulous, though. Why is it, though, that the guy you like the most, has to be moving to Arizona? Argh. Oh well. He's a good friend, if nothing else. And I have a place to stay if I ever want to visit, which me and Jess will be doing in the summer. Holla.

We were at Chubby's this morning (it was 10am, I wasn't drunk, I promise) and I saw the grossest thing ever. This girl had on a shirt and it was little too short for her. Well I swear to God, she had hair sprouting from her midsection. It looked like pubic hair (I'm sorry that's disgusting), but it wasn't, it was right near her belly button. I seriously couldn't eat anymore after seeing that. Sick. Sorry if I grossed anyone out.

My parents literally got no trick-or-treaters. That makes me so sad. Our neighborhood used to kick ass with kids running around everywhere when I was young. I realize that we've all grown up, but man, our street and others was the bomb with the candy. Sadness. Oh well, more candy for this girl. And if I could still trick-or-treat, I totally would.

It's November now, so that means I need to get into gear and start getting my stuff done before it's December and I'm not caught up at all. If I can get it all finished by Thanksgiving, I'll be happy girl.

Totally random posts from this crazy random gal. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. It's time for sleep. Happy Friday, everyone!

Crazy ho's.

I've a total emotional weekend. I have cried about every single day since Friday and I'm not sure why. Is it because I'm going crazy? It's quite possible. As a matter of fact, it is more than possible--it is the truth.



But rather than bore you all with my life that is wonderful that I have no right to complain about, I'd like to talk about other things to get my mind of the loveliness that is life right now. Note the sarcasm.



First off, my Jayhawks are 8-0, baby! First time since 1909!! Freaking amazing is all I have to say. I cannot wait until the game versus Mizzou at Arrowhead. It's going to be a hell of a game! And hooray for the Boston Red Sox. I'm not a huge baseball gal unless I am actually watching the game at the ballpark with a beer and hot dog in hand, but Game 4 was awesome to watch. And...that's enough of the sports talk. I'll spare you all.



Today I was sitting in class and this girl in there decides to get on the subject that she doesn't think we should have a woman president. A woman said this. I'm not even big into politics AT ALL, but it appalled me that a woman would say she doesn't want a woman president. I'm not saying that everyone has to like Hillary, but you have to hand it to her, it takes a lot of balls to run for president. Anyway, this girl goes on to talk about her religion and lets us all know that she doesn't want to have a job where she is above her husband. Really? I thought it was 2007 and I'm all about respecting other's beliefs, but you really think that a woman and a man can't have an equal partnership? I held my tongue for sure, on this one, but her comments totally shocked me. To each their own, I suppose, but open your eyes to the world.



I had a peach mojito (ok, I had 3) last night and there were amazingly delicious. I have to recommend that everyone try them. I promise you, you won't be let down. Well, that is, if you like mojitos, which I do, so hence the recommendation.



And, I stole this from Shari, my wonderful sister. So without further ado, here are the ABC's of me, which I'm sure you were all DYING to know. Don't lie, you know you want it.



A-Annoying. I can be amazingly annoying. I do it to get a rise out of people. I must get this from my dad. Big surprise there.

B-Bright. Yes, I think I'm at least sort of smart.

C-Crazy. After the last few days I've had, it's confirmed--I am crazy.

D-Drama. I hate it and don't like it in my life.

E-Emotional. I almost couldn't think of one, then I realized I'm emotional all the time. Hah.

F-Frightened. I get scared so easily. My brother always makes fun of me b/c I get scared when he jumps out at me. I wave my hands in front of my face and it's fairly entertaining.

G-Gooey. I could really go for some gooey warm chocolate chip cookies. Yummmm.

H-Haley. It's my name, sorry.

I-Irritable. I get grumpy easily.

J-Jiminy Christmas. I just like how it sounds.

K-Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. I think I'm quite possibly the only person in the world who doesn't like them.

L-Loved. I am.

M-Memorable. I really am not at all.

N-Nice. I think sometimes I am overly nice.

O-Optimism. It's a nice thought.

P-Peppy. My boss always wants me to be peppy.

Q-I got nothing.

R-Rapping. I love rapping to ghetto music. Don't ask me why.

S-Simple. I think things need to be this way.

T-Tuaca. A delicious Italian liquor I consume with my pals regularly.

U-Undeniably the coolest person you know. Haha.

V-Victorious. My Jayhawks were this weekend.

W-Wondering what life has in store.

X-Um, xylopone?

Y-Yallapalooza. Yes, I go every single year for the last 5 with my pal, Joy.

Z-Zany. Yep, I am.

Alright I'm sorry if you read any of that. On that note, I'm out.

PDA

Hello friends. It's another Wednesday and another day I'm stuck at school, trying to put off all the work that I need to get done. So it goes.

Last night was definitely an interesting night. I met my friend for a drink at Brio. Funniest thing ever: we saw two people probably my parents age, making out in the restaurant. And while it's great that they were extremely affectionate with each other, you can probably be sure that they were having an affair. They were sitting in a corner, the woman sitting on his lap, wedding rings that didn't match, and they seemed like they were being a little secretive. Tricky, tricky. It was a pretty funny and gross thing to watch.

I have to say that I'm not a big fan of PDA. I don't like watching people, of any age, making out in public. It's disgusting and makes me want to vomit. The extent that I would actually show PDA would be to give my non-existent significant other a peck and a hug. That's all. I don't know what it is, but I'm grossed out at other people's affection for one another. Call me weird, call me crazy, but I stick by it.

And that's all I have for today, pals. At least it's Wednesday, the week is almost over!

Unconfused.

Thanks for the comments from everyone. I really feel like I know what to do after reading what you all had to say and thinking about it all.

I thought I was ready for all the seriousness that comes along with a relationship, but sadly, I'm just not. He knows I'm not ready to be in a committed serious relationship and it seems that he is willing to stick around at least for a while. If it doesn't work out, then okay, and if it does, then cool. He's being awesome about my reservations with the seriousness. I just am not ready for all this settling down junk. I guess I thought I was. It's weird when you want something so much, but then when you finally get to a place where you can have it, you don't actually want what is being offered to you on a silver platter.

Thanks again! Love to you all!

Whining is what I do best.

I have a question to pose to all the ladies out there in blogger land. When you met your significant other, did you really like them to begin with or was it sort of a growing process?

I am having this major meltdown over absolutely nothing. There is someone who likes me. He's been pursuing me for months and I finally agreed to go out with him not long ago because I just got tired of him bothering me. We went out and I didn't think much of it. Nice guy, but no real spark between us. Somehow we started hanging out, once every couple weeks or once a week. He texts me every single day. And he even sent me flowers the other day at work. And I don't care what anyone says, I am not used to getting flowers, so I think it's a big deal. Call me crazy, because I didn't think that was protocal, but that's what everyone is telling me.

I like him, but it isn't this intense feeling that I should be with him. I kind of feel like that everyone wants me to be with him and he's a nice enough guy, so what do I have to lose? He's done all these things to better himself so that I would maybe give him a chance. He quit working at the bar except for one night a week, got a real job, stopped acting completely ridiculous all the time. Everyone harps about how awesome he is and how we should be together, blah, blah, blah. I don't know. I enjoy his company and it's nice for someone to do nice things for me. I guess I want some obvious sign that'll tell me what to do.

I've been single for so long that I'm used to the way I do things. I thought that I was ready for a serious relationship but after the singlehood for so long, I'm not willing to compromise my life for someone else right now. I like doing what I want, when I want to. I like hanging out and talking to whomever I like, guys and girls, and not having to worry about working in some boyfriend's issues and time constraints also. I can't figure out if I'm just being selfish and I really am too scared to change my ways, or if I really don't want to get serious with this particular guy.

...I feel like a moron for complaining about someone who likes me and wants to do nice things for me. There are more important things going on besides that, but it's really something I can't get off my mind. I need help.

Strawberry Fields forever.

There are very few things in life that make me extremely mad. And even then, it takes more than one time for me to get really pissed. People that I hang out with decide that it is so important to make a big issue out of absolutely nothing and act like complete bitches about it. And then, me who is having a perfectly good time, has to mend everything so that we can continue with the good times. It's outrageous how much I have to take care of people and get them to calm down.

On a completely unrelated note, I want to thank all the fun folks who read my blog. It's all thanks to my sister! She's the bomb.

My freaking students were nuts today. I wanted to punch most of them in the face for being so annoying. They were crazy talkative and even when Tammie (my mentor teacher) yelled at them more than once, they still kept doing it. And Tammie is an intimidating lady if you are a high school student. I'd be scared. They were just so annoying. Most days they are usually just hyper but today they were such (pardon my french) assholes.

This is the day of completely random thoughts. I have nothing else in my head really.

I went and saw Across the Universe for the second time tonight. It is seriously a great movie. I guess I'm weird, but at least Jessica agreed with me. It is a little trippy and I feel like I need to smoke pot or do some other type of drug to really get some parts of the movie. Watching the film itself is enough to make you think you are high anyway. Still, I love it. And I'm so buying the soundtrack when it comes out, which actually is out, I think. Oh, and Shari you'll be interested to know that Eddie Izzard plays a small part in the movie.

Okay, I've been up since about 6am so I'm about ready to drop. Happy Friday, everyone!

Irrational fears.

For lack of anything better to write, I'm going to share with all of you out there (oh wait, it's only my sister who reads this because I have no idea how to make friends in blogger world), a few really irrational fears I have. They are completely ridiculous, I warn you now. Don't say I didn't.

1) I have an immense fear I'm going to get trapped in our walk-in freezer at work. The first part of it is no big deal; it isn't the deep freezer, it just keeps things sort of cold. The second part is where it is sub-zero. There is a door on it and it has a knob that you push to get out. It doesn't lock or anything. For some reason, every time I go in there I am deathly afraid that I will get locked in there and no one will hear me. Weird, I know.

2) I don't like walking over those grates in the sidewalk. I think it has something to do with the show and movies, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. My brother and I loved the turtles and watched them constantly. We even acted like we were them. They lived under the sewers and they came out of those grates (I think, I don't actually remember). I always think that I'm going to fall through or maybe that a four and a half foot talking turtle that walks upright is going to pop out. Either way, it's a weird thought.

3) I don't like driving around those twisty and turny roads where they go around and around until you are up really high, like down by the lake. Usually whoever I'm riding with wants to go really fast around these curves and I think that we are going to fly off into nothing and die. It never fails that every year when I go down to Table Rock Lake with my pals that someone drives way too fast and I think that it's going to happen.

And, three is enough. Apparently I have a huge fear of dying in some ridiculous manner that you never hear someone dying from. I'm a crackhead. That's all there is to it.

Tagged.

So, I did it. I know no one on here that hasn't already been tagged. So I'm not. The end. Enjoy.


Five Snacks You Enjoy
1.) Diet Coke-I love it more than life itself. So sad.
2.) Orange and peanut butter crackers, the absolute best thing in life
3.) Pretzels.
4.) M and M's and a glass of milk
5.) Chips and salsa... yummmm


Five Songs That You Know All The Lyrics To
1.) Brown Eyed Girl--Van Morrison
2.) Don't Stop Believin'--Journey
3.) Every song on the freakin' radio
4.) I've Got the World on a String--Michael Buble
5.) Bubbly--Colbie Caillat. I'm obsessed with that song

Five Things You Would Do If You Were a Millionaire
1.) Buy a new car
2.) Get a decent house for myself
3.) Invest wisely
4.) Lake house
5.) Boat

Five Bad Habits
1.) I procrastinate like nobody's business.
2.) I eat all the time, daytime, nighttime, anything really.
3.) I swear alllllll the time. Not good for my future career.
4.) I hate hate hate calling people.
5.) Not telling people no when I know I need to get stuff done.

Five Things You Like To Do
1.) Hanging with family/friends
2.) Hang out with my sister and brother in law, while drinking beer on their back deck
3.) Sleeping
4.) Eating all the time.
5.) Shopping.

Five Things You Would Never Wear Again
1.) Leggings, unless it was for a costume
2.) Any type of short skirt. It looks awful
3.) Shorts
4.) Straight legged jeans. Ew.
5.) I really hate turtlenecks.

Five Favorite Toys
1.) My cell is my life
2.) Computer
3.) My digital camera
4.) my shuffle
5.) that's it.

Somebody's got a case of the Mondays.

Since when did bells just become "pings"? That doesn't even make sense, but I had to go to Ray-Pec High School this morning and they didn't have normal bells, but their bell seriously sounded just like a "ping" sound. It was odd.

Here's the thing about waking up early: I hate actually getting up and getting ready and going wherever, but once I get where I'm supposed to be, I actually feel more accomplished than when I sleep until whatever time. Not that this makes me a freak of nature, since I know that this happens to other people too. It is just something that I don't get. Perhaps one day I will actually be a morning person. And for my sake and my students next semester, I hope that I will be. Because I am a grumpy bitch in the morning and you do not want to cross my path.

And life is going really quickly right now. I looked at the calender today and suddenly realized that it is October 8th. I have a miniscule amount of time before I'm done with classes, student teaching, and graduating. I feel less nervous than I did when I started this semester, but I'm still pretty freaked out to know that I'm almost done. A fact that my father had to rub in my face this morning. And that I hear every single day from peers, family, parents, teachers, and friends. At least I'm getting a little more motivated in finishing things that need to be done. No point in stressing about it; I have to just do it.

Happy Monday, everyone!

You are the music in me.

I have to start off by saying that my Jayhawks beat the Wildcats today in Manhattan! No one thought they would win, but they did! 5-0, baby! On the down side, Mizzou killed Nebraska. Damnit. I guess you can't always get what you want. Oh, and I totally high-fived a guy at the mall today because he was wearing at KU shirt and he told me that they won!

I was thinking yesterday, which I know is weird, but this world is not safe at all. Here I am, living in the suburbs, where I have lived my entire life. I always thought it was a completely safe place to be. But when that girl from my high school went missing, it made me change the way I always thought about my little hometown. I didn't know the girl and I'm not pretending like I do at all. I just am so sad for her friends and family. And they found a body yesterday in Belton, but it wasn't her. But that makes another horrible tragedy that has happened around this area. I've always been a little naive to how the world works and it has opened my eyes up so much to see these types of things happening so close to where I live.

I guess there isn't really a good way to transition from that story....

I watched High School Musical 2 tonight because Joy, Jessica, and I are bad asses. It's true and don't be jealous. My last two Saturdays have been completely awesome, watching Disney movies. I am getting old, if that is what constitutes a fun Saturday for me.

Time for sleepy time. 'Night.

I've been coerced into this.

My sister finally talked me into doing this. Thanks Shari, I'm pretty sure I'll be addicted now.

I honestly couldn't tell you anything of interest so I'm going to apologize right now, to anyone who even reads this, because my life is the most boring thing ever. So, take it or leave it, I don't care.

I painted my nails black today. I'm a total follower in the world, I've decided. My friend at work had hers painted that color and I saw it in a magazine. I, of course, thought that it looked cute, so I did mine too. I can't decide if I like it or if I look like a total goth kid. Either way, I can't paint my nails to save my life. It looks like a 5-year old painted them. I have nail polish practically everywhere but my nails.

On that note, I think that I missed out on that girly-girl gene. I mean, I like shopping and sometimes dressing up and a few other foofy things, but for the most part, I suck at being a girl. I can't paint my nails as I've already established, I suck at doing hair, I rarely ever put on a lot of makeup, and I don't play games with people. Call me crazy, I guess.

Alright. I'm officially boring. I have nothing better to say than any of this.