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...?

antsy.

I'm antsy for the start of something. Or to revisit places.