My Heart

Have you ever left a place and known that you have to get back to that place? That you left your heart there and nothing will stop you from getting back? That's DC to me... and I left my heart there this weekend. Talk about a weepy flight back... 

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. :)

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.

sick day

I'm sick today... being an adult and being sick is not as much fun as being a kid and being sick. I mean, it's not fun anyway, but at least when you're a kiddo, mom is there to help you. All that to say, I'm on the bored side of things... I've watched a couple movies (and by that I mean, I fell asleep in the middle of both), took a quiz for a class, and taken several naps. I really want to go photograph tonight, but obviously my temperature that's currently rivaling that of Texas summer highs, is not allowing that to happen... Thus begins my blog of my favorite pictures :) OH! And ebay has a site called World of Good,get it ebay.

photographers need headshots.

As promised...

love peace life