Awkward Turtle

My life is kinda strange sometimes.

When did I become attractive? I totally missed the memo. I mainly think I'm awkward.

And I think that because... I am.

I suppose awkward is "in" right now... but seriously, Zooey Deschanel has got nothing on me sometimes.

I feel like this is something I was supposed to figure out in high school... you know, when no one was even remotely interested.

So I missed the memo and awkward I remain.

Much like this post.

Oh come on, you know it'd been too long since I'd made a crappy jpg for you.

About Mother's Day... in a round about way.

I love blogging on Saturday night/Sunday morning, because I read all the post secrets for the week beforehand.

Today they are all about motherhood.

Surprise surprise!

Did I tell you that last Saturday night I sorta freaked out because I thought it was Mother's Day eve and I'd totally slacked off and hadn't gotten my cards?

God bless Google for reassuring me.

Man, what did they do before Google??

Right. Calendars... Good call.

Lissa's bridal/bachelorette party was tonight, and it was lots of fun. If I ever get married again, I'm doing one of those. I didn't think I wanted one on my first wedding, but now I've determined I was crazy for thinking that.

But anyway it was 50's themed and so I currently have on a slightly ridiculous amount of eye makeup, though I already took off the bright red lipstick.

Not gonna lie, bright red lipstick always makes me feel like an old lady, because I remember one time an old lady kissed me on the cheek when I was like 4 and then I had a huge lipstick print on my face. I think my mom made some comment about how old ladies wear too much lipstick as she was scrubbing my face to get it off, and apparently it's stuck because I only wear lipstick for costumes/shows. Elsewise I'm a full-on gloss girl.

So there you go. There's a mom story.

Also one time when I was little my mom had jury duty or something and Rhonda and I went with her and played with her calculator and the white deposit slips in the back of her check book.

It's apropo of nothing, except that it's a very old memory about my mom. Thanks for the deposit slips, Mom!

And when I was little I used to love laying my head in my mom's lap at church, and she would stroke my hair or play with my ears.

You see I have to tell all these nice "mom memories" I have because instead of a sweet sentimental card, I kinda sent her a Mother's day card with a swear word.

...that repeated itself 3 times.

But it was too funny to resist.

I'm a sucker for a good laugh... which might be my mom's fault anyway!

Myself most of all

I love my hair/ my hairstylist/ my salon. I get so many compliments about my hair these days... Like from people in beauty stores and from other hairstylists at the salon and from a random girl who works at Starbucks. It's wonderful.

Though it is weird wearing my hair straight. Maybe I should bring the straight back for a few days and add my colored extensions, just so it doesn't look so weird to me.

I don't have a lot of 50's clothes... I'm not actually surprised by this, but it does make dressing in 50's attire more difficult. (Melissa's party tomorrow is 50's themed and 50's attire is encouraged, though not required.)

Good meeting with adviser today. It went well. I like going back to school and being smart and all. I'm apparently asking intelligent questions because a few times when I asked a question his eyes lit up and he kinda pointed in the air, as though to say, "Exactly! I was just about to get to that!"

Started looking at my potential classes for the Fall. Hoping to get into a class that is already full, but I have a back up... it would be perfect though, if I could get into that class.

By the way the classes start Aug 20 for everyone who was asking.

Saw family this evening and that was great, and then got some walking/exercise in which is good, too.

Girlfriends are super helpful. I don't know if you are aware of how helpful girlfriends are, but the answer is- super helpful. Talking things out/through... It's really necessary. I don't know how I would figure anything out without them.

Cause people are confusing... myself included.

Maybe myself most of all.

ARE YOU ASKING FOR A CHALLLLLLANGE?!

Tomorrow I get my hair done, meet my graduate advisor, and have dinner with family. It's going to be a busy day.

So to prepare for this busy day I stayed up until 3 hanging out with Kara and Melissa, though Melissa left at like 12:30 or something.

Kara didn't leave at 12:30, but she did make fun of me a lot for being excited about chairs.

Darn skippy that's a non sequitur. It's late and non sequiturs are cool when it's late!

Yes, I will explain what I meant though, cause I think your face is cute.

The other day I linked to a "Cracked" article on facebook.

This "Cracked" article to be exact.

When I linked to the article I said that my favorite is #8 "France's Mission Impossible Fun Team."  Melissa and Kara hadn't read it so I was trying to explain how amazing this group of people is.

And I may have said, "They broke into this government building a whole bunch of times and set up a super awesome workshop with a whole bunch of high tech tools... and chairs!"

(They were doing all this to fix a big old historic clock which I think is awesome. It's very Robin Hood of them...)

ANYWAY- Kara picked up on the fact that I said what made this workshop awesome was that they had chairs and she didn't let it go

Come to think of it, it really turned into a "money can't buy knives" Surf Ninja moment.

There was no way to shut the chattering monkey up.

I mean she probably would have if she could have just sat down, but my apartment just isn't that high tech and awesome.

Also-- the end of the story? Someone high up in the government got so mad that they broke in to restore/ fix this old clock that he/she broke it again by removing a crucial one-of-a-kind component, and locking it up.

Which begs two questions,

1) Who is that bitter that they chose to re-break a clock just because they didn't like how it was fixed

and 2) Aren't you just asking for them to pull off an Ocean's 11 style clock-part-heist??

Fun with Font Sizes

Productive day-- but it's always a productive day when you get gift AND grocery shopping done, do laundry, and do dishes.

Why are you looking at me like that?

What!?!

:|

Fine.

Yes, I bought some nail polish. But only one bottle!! And it's nothing like any other kind I have.

Go to this blog if you want to see what it looks like... and please note when you do that there are people in this world who love nail polish far far more than I do, so obviously I'm not the crazy one in this relationship.

How gorgeous was it outside today, huh?

Dang it!! Stop staring at me!

Fine, ok, yes, I also bought some shirts while I was at Kohl's.  But they were both 50% off!

And you know what? I *didn't* buy a swimsuit that would be absolutely no use to me since I cannot swim. That's right. I didn't buy it despite the fact that it looked super cute on me and let's just not get into why I even tried it on in the first place.

Let's just focus on how I didn't buy a super duper cute swimsuit and not the fact that I had Starbucks twice today...

The second time only cost 2 dollars though! That's something, right?

: |

I can feel you judging me, right now. I can *feel* it.

I'm in

Last night I had my standard college dream. At least once a year (usually a few days before classes started) I would dream that I was in school and it was the end of the semester and I suddenly discovered classes that I'd been skipping because heretofore I'd forgotten of their existence.

Every year.

It was really hard for my poor little rules-bound self to handle. Talk about stress!

I had this dream last night and I woke up and complained to facebook about it.

Then I checked my mail this evening and guess what was waiting for me?

My acceptance letter.

You are now reading the blog of a MA in Creative Writing. Or, as I like to refer to myself now, a master in the making.

Ok I referred to myself as such one time.

But you gotta admit it has a ring to it, right?

Sure it's not the most prestigious school ever. Sure it's not the most amazing thing anyone has ever done.

But it's a big deal to me, because it feels like my life is getting kick-started again. Things that had gone awry are finally getting back on track, and it just feels so good to hear the click click click of the wheels finding the track again.
 
Jeremiah 29:11 " 'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'"

Wand and House

So last Wednesday we had writing group and somehow got on the subject of Harry Potter houses.

And one of the boys brought up Pottermore.

And I thought, "Yeah, Pottermore. I should check that out."

So I did. 

My wand is Cedar and Unicorn Hair, 11 inches, Pliant

Here's what they have to say about that

The unicorn hair core:

Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.
Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.

And here's what they have to say about the cedar encasement: (which I was pleased about just because I love the smell.)

Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father, Gervaise Ollivander, used always to say, ‘you will never fool the cedar carrier,’ and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I would go further than my father, however, in saying that I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them.

 Dude... that's actually a highly impressive summation of my character.

Also I discovered I'm in Ravenclaw-- I've long suspected such. The prefect message that welcomed me told me, "Well done on becoming a member of the cleverest, quirkiest and most interesting house at Hogwarts."

Yes, my favorite descriptor word of myself *is* quirky.

As a demonstration of my "perspicacity and perception," tonight I was talking to someone (keep in mind this was before I got my wand and my house assignment.) He said, "I watched some old cartoons on Netflix." and I responded, "What cartoons? If you say ReBoot, 500 points to Ravenclaw."

Yeah he was totally watching ReBoot.

Brains or just eerily talented? You be the judge.