Zombie Week

Welcome to Zombie week, yall.

Well, actually, you're kinda' late. The majority of it is over. One paper left to turn in in the AM and then I'm in Kansas with my boy, who has promised to sing to me while we make Christmas cookies. He is the best!

In order to prevent death by boredom on your part, as very little has happened in my life this week other than studying, I'll explain my week through pictures:

 I survived the week on chocolate, "Twist Up" (some version of Sprite), Mac and cheese, soup, and Coffee. Seriously one of my worst weeks ever in terms of food. I only ate things I was sure would give me energy. Except the mac n' cheese. That's just yummy. But anyhoo. The Dove wrapper gets a spotlight in the blog because I cussed at it. At the moment I opened it, I'm pretty sure it was already after 2 or 3 AM on one of my 5 or 6 AM bedtime nights. Classy, I know. Sad the things that piss you off when you'd rather do anything other than finals. 

This picture serves to illustrate one of my many creative methods of procrastination (although just for the record, I finished my stuff early, so obviously I'm not the best procrastinator in the world). Anyways. I combed my hair out completely, which I rarely do because I have curly hair and when I comb it out completely (instead of just untangling it in the shower which is usually enough) it comes out frizzy as hell, like this. And then I sent my mother this picture so she would understand why I never comb it out completely. She said she thought it was cute and I looked young. Fail. 

Got this AWESOME chocolate penguin from a friend tonight for Christmas. How cute is THAT? I'm seriously geeking out about this (can you technically geek out about chocolate? I feel like "freak" out doesn't express my emotion like geek does). Don't know how I'm gonna' eat something so cute. 

And last but not least, I want to introduce you to Robot Unicorn Attack! Robot Unicorn Attack is an online adventure in which you, Robot Unicorn, run and leap from rocky/hill thing to rocky/hill thing, blasting stars with your horn. If you run into a star without blasting it or heaven forbid you run into a rocky/hill thing instead of jumping over/under it, you die. SO. MUCH. FUN! 

Tomorrow = home. Next week = boy's birthday and then Christmas! I think I did a good job getting him stuff this year, but I'm not entirely sure I'm done yet. BUT I love the mall at home, so I'm excited to do some shopping there anyways. Just wish I had more money. Then I'd get him a jetpack and a transporter, although I suppose if I got him one it'd be kinda' pointless to get him the other. Although, he could use the transporter to come visit me on the weekends (much faster than jetpack travel), but when we're home together, we could use our jetpacks (I'd have one too) and go flying like this. 

... maybe next year? 

Peace out. 

Why I'm a Writing Major

In lieu of a normal post (blame dead week/upcoming zombie week), I decided to leave you with a little poem I wrote with a group in my poetry class on September 1st, 2010. (Quick explanation: first person writes an article and an adjective then folds the paper and passes it to the next person. 2nd person does the same, only writing a noun. 3rd person a verb, 4th person an article and an adjective, and the 5th person writes another noun. And voila! You have a poem). Anyways, it's cool because none of us knew what the others had written until the end. This is our poem. Enjoy. 

Just in case you can't read it, it reads:

The fatal 

feces

charms

a disgusting

boy. 

(Also: a shout-out to my poetry class people if any of you see this: E114 2010 = best class of my life. I love you all, and you kept me sane this semester. Never change.) 

Things I'm Thankful For:

I told ya' I couldn't promise the post by Friday, didn't I!

So here goes:

I'm thankful for my actual Thanksgiving Day--I'm grateful that I got to meet my boyfriend's extended family and learn a little bit more about where he comes from and why he's so awesome. They were so incredibly welcoming--I spent the morning running commentary of the Macy's Day parade with the boy, his dad, and his uncle. I felt like a part of the family within the first five minutes, literally. That's never happened before. I'm also grateful that our families are close enough that I got to see my family on Turkey Day as well. Even though only 7 of us showed up, I'm grateful for conversation that we had--we've never had that random combination of relatives before, and it was perfect. I got to see my closest cousin for the first time in 8 months, and we had one of those rare awesome heart-to-hearts that I love so much. I'm thankful for the family that didn't show up--I missed them, and I realized how crucial every member of my family is--we are really a family--made up of individual units that can't be taken away or replaced.

I'm thankful for cooperating weather and the safe travels everyone made. Though I complain about the lack of snow, I was grateful that this Thanksgiving holiday, the dry roads made for safer driving.

I'm thankful for my education. The break away from school was more than necessary, but coming back has made me realize 2 things: 1) I'm going to miss this place. I'm going to miss the people, the classes, my professors, and the community. This school has been my home, and I love it to pieces, and it's a bittersweet feeling knowing that it's all coming to an end in a few months. 2) I'm so lucky to be where I am, and I've had opportunities some people never get the chance to have. I realized even more this holiday how much my parents have encouraged learning and how lucky I am that they did.

I'm thankful for people that believe in me. My parents, friends and the boy are always there to give me pep talks when I need it--or just a hug. I know I've been driving everyone crazy lately being stressed about post-college plans, but I'm SO thankful that I have people that love me enough to put up with that and to listen. Thank you guys.

I don't know how in the world I'm lucky enough to have the people I have in my life, but I'm so blessed. Happy Thanksgiving to you all. :)

xoxo

Helluva September

It's been one hell of a September. And I'm not sure how to take it anymore. To put it as simply as possible, I feel as though I'm on a teeny tiny dinghy in the middle of the ocean with a radio and no oars. I keep getting distress calls from other teeny tiny dinghies in other, much more disastrous, stormy parts of the ocean, but without my oars I can't help. Furthermore, I'm terrified of when the storm is actually going to hit ME.

Without boring you with all the tiny details (some of which aren't mine to give), I'll just say that this month has plummeted my circle of family, friends, and acquaintances through too many heart-wrenching moments and experiences.

And through it all, all I can think, how SHORT is this life. And what do I have to show for it? I'm so focused on the future, yet, as one of my best friends is always telling me, I know I need to focus on today, because today is all I have. But sometimes focusing on the future is the only thing that gets me through the day, and that's where I run into a roadblock. How do we deal with the pain of the present without imagining the future of tomorrow and the relief it might bring? But what if there IS no tomorrow?

If I could punch any word in the face right now, it'd be mortality. Not because I'm opposed to the concept, but because, well, quite frankly, knowing about it sucks. I wish it was invisible. I feel like that's the way it should be. When you start pushing 80 or something, then, maybe it can start creeping up on us, but until then, why can't we all just dream about the forevers we have ahead of us? It isn't fair that I can still (sort of) dream about my future while others around me have had theirs completely taken from them, or are forced to live in a hospital in such mortal fear that it will be taken away from them. Or still that there are some who are so afraid of that future that they feel the only way to stop the advancement of that impending future of pain is by inducing mortality themselves.

Good un-September-y Times... how I miss thee.

And you know what, Mortality? You just piss me off.

But on another note, I went to mass today. Those of you that know me know of my struggles with faith. But anyhoo, I forgot about all my issues with the church today and made progress: instead of sitting in church being pissed off at the church, I sat there pissed off about all the bad stuff that's been happening to everyone I know. And I'm hoping now that God heard some of it. We need a better October.

So: Adrianne, Megs, Jilly, Libs, Drew, Tony, C, Ry, Roo... I love you guys. And I was pissy at God for you today. Well, and all of September. And pretty much for forever. Stay strong, take care of us from up there, know that I love you wherever you are (take whichever statement applies to you).

And to the Big Dude upstairs: how hard is it to give a girl some oars?