I am SO alive.

it's been too long...

Let's see...

1. I took a trip to urgent care today. I've been fighting tonsilitis for a couple weeks now and today I took a turn for the worse. My tonsils were so swollen I was having trouble breathing and swallowing. Oh crap. So, I went down to the urgent care and got the hookup with some steroids and some antibiotics. And now, I feel puffy, but I can breathe... worth it? I think so.

2. I'm moving to DC. Holy mother. I have way too much to do.

3. I just finished my first professional costume design in Dallas. A production called Binge by Thomas Ward, one of my professors at BU. I loved working with people I went to college with again in a professional capacity! It was GREAT!

4. I also just finished helping paint one of the biggest sets I've ever worked on. Word.

5. I'm graduating soon. Crap. But exciting. But nervewracking. But exciting. But scary... You get the idea...

OK... I'm sleepy... thanks for letting me catch you up. :)

I am NOT a musical fan.

OK, OK... that's a lie... well, not a complete lie. I am not a musical fan in the sense that when I hear about a musical my little heart starts beating and I go look up the next city I can find the tour. However, to my dismay, I have really started to like a few musicals... and the problem is they suck me in with ONE song... ugh. Those songwriters. 

OK, here are the musicals: 
Next to Normal
Spring Awakening

Yep, that about does it for that list... 

Here's the deal. I really like the MUSIC! And they both have these great rock kinda songs and they're FUN! AND they tell a story! IN THE SONG! Those songwriters... 

I bet you're curious what the songs are, huh? Next to Normal has this great song called "I'm Alive" and I love it because of how multi-faceted it is. It's sung by the dead son in the show (maybe you should go check out a synopsis here). OK. Much better. Sung by the dead son, but I think we can all sort of relate to it. Really, go look up the lyrics. And listen to it. It's a catchy little thing. 

From Spring Awakening comes a song called "The Bitch of Living" and I love it. Love it. Love it. Go look it up. Listen to it and relate. Because I think we all can... 

Anyway, that's the extent of my musical dorkiness. :) Enjoy. 

and a month later...

Today, I realized it's been a while. I haven't blogged in about a month. Not that I haven't had blog-worthy stuff going on, it's just hasn't been blog-appropriate... you know? Couple of the goings on:

the weather in Texas is fall-like. Every other day or so. This consistency of chill surprises most native Texans. And excites us. I broke out my tights today. :)

Speaking of tights. I had a substitute teacher when I was in 10th grade who was pretty old. He was a funny guy and we were talking about the prime of his youth: The Forties. He was telling us about the stockings they used to wear - the ones with the seams down the back. He thought those should come back in style. I also recently read Death of a Salesman. Hence stockings being on my mind. If you don't get it, go read the play. It'll be good for you.

I learned how to drape patterns yesterday. I also poked my finger with a needle. It hurt.

I'm exhausted. And ready to graduate.

I leave on Thursday night for Washington DC! I'm stoked!!! :)

Now, I must go work on a paper. Maybe I'll blog more soon... maybe...

Just prepare to laugh. Either at or with me.

Here's the rundown of my dating life thus far this year. Because, if you can't laugh at it, life is going to seem a lot longer than you'd like. 


One couldn't handle a social situation to save his life. He told me education wasn't all that important and told me I'm spoiled. Which... I may be, but you don't tell me that. Especially when you're trying to date me and I go to college. A good college. And I'm a senior. Which means I want to be here.


The crying guy. 

The guy who can't figure out the difference in feel, fill and full. He really wants to share his fillings with me... so either he wants to kiss me or tell me he liked me.... the constant guessing got old. 

The guy who had the nerve to tell me women are only good for one thing. This reminded me that Dad always said, "Boys only want one thing." He was serious, but, fortunately, not about all boys. 

The guy who likes to tell me how much he likes me and then asks if it's weird that he feels so much for me. 

The guy who accidentally tells me he loves me all the time. 

The firefighter. Letdown. 

The roughneck who talked a lot while making out. You can't do both. Either conversation or kissing. Not both. Oh and he left a hickey. And by a, I mean five, obviously. Gross. We were over the next day.


Edward Scissorhands. If you don't know that story, maybe I can share sometime. 

The Professor. From another university... I feel the need to qualify that. He was great.


Other. Also, good.



and a few that I won't mention... :)


 

Mondays are the best day.

I think I hate Mondays most of the time, but today, I was reminded why Monday really is the best day. It's that promise of something new. Last week was long and trying. There were things that I didn't want to happen that happened (without my permission, isn't that so like unwelcome things) and there were other things that were just frustrating. I think Friday or Saturday night I got in my car and drove my favorite drive in Waco at night and when I got home, there was another thing that happened and I finally, through bitter tears, asked desperately, "Why? God, can't I just get a break. Just one good thing? Please?" The rest of the weekend was pretty much the same, sprinkled with some nice surprises here and there, but basically the same thing. This morning was an odd mix of last week and new week. The same things that were worrying me over the weekend worried me this morning when I got up too early, but I went and saw the dadster and then went home, got caught up in a book the way only Faulkner can make me and then Roommate Katie came home. I love Roommate Katie. We decided that we would go to the bookstore and then to grab a quick lunch before we both had places to be. Monday became new as we settled back into an old relationship for one last semester. We drove down one of the main streets at BU and Journey came on the radio. (I'm borderline obsessed) We rocked out and laughed. I love that girl. Then, work came around (which, if you've read any previous post having to do with my job, you know the deep love I have for it... *vomit*... although, the professors are my heart and I love them). I was expecting a normal day, but, to my surprise, I had an email with more reassurance of a possible job in DC when I graduate. I cried. I'm not kidding. Cried. I'm not even in the fall of my senior year and A JOB!??!!!!??? NEW! I love Mondays! Mondays are the promise of future and new. The old week and even the weekend, whether good bad or just ugly, is past. And the new week is here. Rejoice in the new week. Be glad that God has given us new beginnings and new weeks. He has provided and given us all we need. Rejoice and be glad in Him.

Rachel Yamagata, Snoopy and Shredding and how they all affect my life.

1. Rachel Yamagata came on my Pandora earlier... which brings me to my point. I would go absolutely CRAZY if I couldn't listen to music. Especially if I couldn't listen to music at work. So every day I thank Jesus for Pandora radio. And life is good.

2. I have a drawing of Snoopy that I drew on a post it on my computer at work. He makes me smile. Things like this are good. Now, I will say that, after this week, I am a little sad that I won't be working here after Friday. I really do love all the profs. They are so much fun and they make me laugh a lot with all of their quirks and such. I'm going to have to visit.

3. Shredding.
a. Shredding is messy and I have paper in my eye.
b. It takes a long time.
c. At least the person giving the to-be-shredded documents knew it was a pain and we could all laugh about it.
d. Due to this newfound lack of love I have found for shredding, I fail to understand the Enron and Watergate thing. Really, that was a LOT of shredding. C'mon.

I'm super excited today is Friday, more excited tomorrow is Saturday and even MORE excited that I can maybe sleep in tomorrow. Maybe...? Here's to hopin! I'm real ready for the weekend. Off to read and make snarky comments about another paper... at least he thinks they're entertaining. The comments. Not the papers. He likes the comments. :)

50

Today, I post my fiftieth post. In honor of this rather small achievement, let's review some other great fifties.

Michelle Pfeiffer, Sharon Stone, and Fran Drescher.

Viggo Mortensen, my dad, and Mark Harmon have all hit fifty.

Hound Dog, Rock around the Clock, and I want to Hold Your Hand were all released in the fifties.

The Beatles. Enough said.

I Love Lucy was made popular in the Fifties.

The Cold War was still going hot in the 1950s.

Great things in the fifties. Much like this blog post :) Hope everyone has a great day. Mine should start looking up pretty soon...

The Edge Part 2

I didn't know this was going to be a two-parter... So... woo hoo...? eh. Today, I am at another edge. The edge of losing it. Yesterday, I was bored OUT OF MY MIND for at least most of the day. However, this day, this Wednesday which will forever be known as (in your best announcer voice) WACKY WEDNESDAY, things are CRAZY. We have professors who are coming in for the first time and don't know where to go. We have those same profs needing all kinds of stuff... ie a phone, a computer, a desk, a chair. The essentials for an office. This is not difficult. Expcept, my boss is gone until, wait for it, this is where it gets really good, next Friday. The Friday before classes start. So, the poor student worker (aka me) is here ALONE to deal with all of this. Normally, this would be fine, except, this is where it gets even better, my boss, sweet thing (feel the sarcasm) didn't leave me instructions. For anything. At all. Neat, huh. People are coming in for Phi Alpha Theta cords and I had no idea where those were. People need to get students registered for classes, and I don't have the clearance for that. I barely have clearance to check the mail (OK, I have more clearance than that... but... you get what I'm saying). So, currently I'm a little stressed. I did, however, draw a picture of Snoopy to go on my computer... just to make me a little happier... :) Next Friday is my last day. I've never been so excited no to have a job in my life. Praise Jesus.

The Edge

I am bored out of my mind at work... Yesterday, I at least had a few people come in to say "HELLO!" and hang out for a bit... but today, the most interaction I've gotten is one of the profs making fun of me for not being quite lucid at 9am and my boss calling to see what her calendar said about some date two weeks ago. I live on the edge. All this to say, the working world has given me very little to blog about, which is way unfortunate. I mean, there are a couple things, but they're those stories that wait 8-10 months to come out and then they're way funnier anyway. You know the ones, right? Like that time I had a boy over to my parents' house when I was 18 and we made out in the living room. My parents were out of town with my sister and the opportunity just seemed so right. (sorry, ma) I never did anything EVER in high school... I mean, I was 45 minutes late for curfew ONE TIME, but I didn't even live as close to the edge as I live now, and I'm STILL a few neighborhoods away from the edge. I mean, really the closest I got to the edge in my younger days was weed eating the edge of the yard. Seriously. Sad. However, I have moved a little closer. I'm not a coke-head, but I have a good drug-free time - it's a good balance. All this to say, I'm so bored at work. Nothing is going on... I might shred some documents later (in a very non-Enron type way) or check the mail. Really. I need some excitement today. ASAP.

Deep in the Heart of Texas. (Clap clap clap clap)

I love Texas. A lot. The fact that not only can I escape to the beach, but I can escape into the beautiful Hill Country and be on the river makes Texas near and dear to my heart. However, Texas, I got a bone to pick with you: It is so dadgum hot. For real. I was in the Hill Country last week where it was warm, but not unbearable. I came back to the Wac (hello, Central Texas, where you can drive for hours in ANY direction and, guess what, still be in the Great State) this past weekend, and parked my car harmlessly in front of my apartment complex. Where there is no shade (that stuff is a HOT commodity). Apparently, there was a Dr. Pepper (aka God's chosen drink) left in my backseat. And, two days later, it had blown up. I'm not exaggerating at all. It BLEW up. The top of the can came clean off, like a can opener had been taken to it. What the heck. Are you joking. That means it was stinking hot. Now, let me tell you the real reason this bothers me. Well, both reasons. 1) I love scarves. When it's 105 in the shade, the weather is not cooperating with this obsession. It's an issue. All I want to do is wear a scarf. They're fun. They make it look like you put lots of effort into getting dressed. Perfect. I tried to wear one with a tank top earlier this summer and ended up using it to wipe sweat off of me instead of the wonderful fashion statement that it should have been. Sad. 2) In the Hill Country this past Thursday, I was wearing, wait for it... A pair of shorts, a LONG SLEEVE SHIRT, a PULLOVER and a tshirt underneath all that, and guess what! I WAS STILL CHILLY! At like one in the afternoon! Granted, it was raining, but in Waco, if it rains and the temp is already at 100 something, it just adds humidity to the ridiculous heat. gross. So, Texas, here's the deal. Just be like the Hill Country all over the place. My life would be so much happier. Thank you. Another option... Baylor, move to the Hill Country! What are you waiting for??? Let's get it together! :)

Roommates.

First, this is a picture of camp. I would like to go back, so I think that I will. In October. With my small group fam. We are excited. A random note, since I haven't posted a picture in a while.

Tonight, I realized what the worst part is about having as many roommates as I do. (there's five of us) The living room... and not for the reason you think. I can handle the sharing and the terrible pillow covers (that are finally being replaced... holla!)that I didn't pick out. It's that I'm real in love with this couch... and it's not mine. AND there's this pillow that I love. It's this round feather pillow. I wish it wasn't pink, but my goodness it's comfy. And these couches... well, really, I'm slightly more attached to one than the other... oh goodness... this couch. It's the size of a twin bed. If I sit all the way to the back only my feet and ankles hang off the edge (and I'm not even that short!). Oh, it's wonderful. The problem is the moving in May thing. I want to take both this pillow and the couch with me. I can claim emotional attachment, but I don't know if they'll fall for it. So, until then, I will cherish each lazy moment with my pillow/couch combo. And I will love them until I move... and maybe, just maybe, my roommates will see that the breakup of this wonderful relationship would break my poor heart... Maybe...?

river rat

Life is good on the river this week. Things are great and being pretty much unplugged from the world has been WONDERFUL. If you ever get the chance to have no cell and basically no internet for a week, take it. Seriously, do it. Best thing ever. Sometimes I forget how much I love Texas until I get to places like this. :)

Realizations on a Saturday

Today was one of those sad realization days. I hate to pack. HATE it. I know you may be thinking that is a strong word, but let me explain this abhorrence (it feels better to use big words. It might be a defense mechanism, but now, you think I'm a smarty pants, and who hates that?). I'm in college. I try to do laundry once a month. Maybe. If I get around to it, then it gets done. I collect t shirts. This is why I am able to do this wonderful, wonderful procrastination. It actually makes me second guess my diesire to one day have children. I hear from Moms (including my dear lovely mother) that laundry NEVER ends when you have children. So, get me an industrial washer. I don't care if we live in a box, I want minimal load, people! MINIMAL! Do you hear me??? Or a man who enjoys laundry. Like my uncle. Maybe we'll just let my uncle move in. That would solve my problem.

Anyway, enough about laundry. Let's talk about packing and why I hate it. I hate it because packing leads to cleaning. Possibly the ONE thing I hate more than laundry. But both of these things lead to cool trips, which is where I'm going tomorrow. On a cool trip. But I still have to fold and refold clothes to make sure they get packed just so that way I can find my dang underwear on Monday morning when I HAVE to get to breakfast in 10 minutes. Oy. So packing. I think the only thing worse than packing is unpacking because (and this explains the initial rant) that leads to laundry... lots and lots and lots of laundry.

see you guys in a week! Have a lovely time!

PS- It is 1:30 in the morning. I leave in 7 hours and what am I doing??? PACKING!!! ugh... packing. However, I love compression sacks. love them. Am obsessed with them.

Oh my precious family.

I am very independent. Seriously. Ask any of the boys who try to date me (I say this like there's a lot... OK, ask any of the 4 boys who have tried to date me). Oh heck, ask my parents. They will tell you ALL about it. Or show you embarrassing home movies. Or tell you lots and lots and lots of stories. Lots. (They'll also tell you I'm brilliant and that I'm the most beautiful, smartest, most fun kid around, besides my sister. I guess she's fun, too. Also, we're both hilarious... but probably only mostly to us. My family. Oh, and some of our friends. The ones who know my dad. AKA Jefe.) (GEEZ! That was a long parenthetical thought...). But, man, I love my family... though the independence factor has been wonderful, I appreciate them more and more all the time. What's funny to me about my lovely little family is the hilarity and difference that we all bring to the table. My sister, brother and I haven't changed from the time we were hanging out in the womb. Obviously, we've matured... sort of. Maybe not at all. We are EXACTLY as we were in the womb, possibly. My baby sister is shy (HA!!). She claims to be around new people. I don't really buy that my sister is shy (I'm also the master of rhymes.) - I usually don't get to talk if she's around. Which isn't a bad thing. She is just really chatty. My sister is the sibling that makes me laugh at the most random things. She's a great storyteller. In person. She usually has me rolling on the floor laughing. She has this little attitude that will knock you over if you're not careful. Then there's my brother. He has a quiet humor to him. He has the one liners. I swear he's learned this from Jefe (his step dad, my dad). Jefe is BRILLIANT. And quiet. And hilarious. But you have to catch it. His funny little things come out when only one person is looking and there one time deals. Then there's my mom. She's a ball of energy. She usually keeps the rest of us going. She does things that are funny. But her little funny quirks are sight jokes. You know, the ones you have to see. She makes faces. Or listens intently to the story you're telling (well, the one my sister is telling) and the faces and little asides my mom puts in will probably make you pee your pants. HILARIOUS. So, I come from a funny family. We're all really odd. We do strange things. My sister sings to her dogs. Popular songs with their names in them. We think the neighbors can probably hear her and we hope he laughs. She gets that from my mom.

So you may be wondering why I'm posting this. Well, I love them and I wanted to tell you about them.

Love.

I've been sick, so I haven't really gotten out much... so... No pictures lately... dang. BUT I was asked an interesting question which sparked a blog post. I was asked, "What else do you love?" in response to my "I LOVE LILIES!" reply to an earlier question...

So, I love...

-Jesus. Which sounds like such a cliche, but I speak truth. Not only Him, but my life after He came into it.

-My fam and friends. I lump them together, because sometimes it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.

-My roommates. Even though sometimes we get on each other's nerves, I love them.

-Fish. Preferably in an aquarium and not touching me.

-Reading. Reading. Reading. And my parents for instilling this in me as a wee one.

-Painting. Photography. Art.

-Walking. Anywhere and everywhere. I wish it wasn't so dang hot in Tejas.

-Thinking. About what something really means. And art. And philosophy. And love. And theology. I love to think.

-Phone calls with dear friends... especially when the conversation goes sort of like this:

*Intense laughter and a little crying* "Omigosh! Maggie! You are NOT funny!! Tell your new boy that you are NOT funny!" (A few minutes later) "Maggie, in all seriousness, would you consider dating a midget?"

-Flowers. Especially happy flowers.

-Snuggling. Cuddling. Being kissed. Kissing.

-Warm towels right out of the dryer.

-People.

-Music boxes.

-Toms.

-Friend's artwork.

-Scarves. It's an obsession, really.

-Music.

-Clear blue water. My favorite blue t shirt. My panda in the pocket t shirt. Coffee. Studying.

-People who read this. Often. :)