Stuff from Stephers
I used to share a blog with Melissa, but she's been MIA for a few months, so I made it all mine! Random thoughts on my every day life to bore you with.
Tread wearing thin
I think that for all of us getting ready for Barbara's wedding, especially Barbara, our tread is getting a little stressed out. Much like the tread on my Reef's. I remember being in New Orleans a few years ago (I think that's where we were) and everyone talking about how their flip-flops were super slippery and I was so proud that my Reef's had excellent traction on the wet ground. Well, today my satisfaction has worn out because I busted my ass twice today. In public. Let me go back to the beginning. So my bridesmaid dress is about 4 times too big up top. According to Alfred Angelo I am much smaller in the chest than is "normal." I took my dress home to get my mom to do a rush job of taking it in. In the process of multiple try on's I got something that we will say is lip gloss on the dress. I tried to wash it off and now I have lip gloss and a big water stain on the front of my dress. While walking up to the front of Randall's (where the dry cleaner I go to is) I totally slipped and fell down tearing a hole in the knee of my jeans. This is the 2nd pair of jeans that I have ripped a hole in the knee of falling down. At least I wasn't drunk. I did my best to jump up real quick, but the ground was so slippery that I couldn't balance. Once inside the dry cleaner looks at it and says "did you try to wash this off with WATER?!" and I was like, "uhh...yeah (did he think I used OJ or ginger ale or something?) and I uhhh... got more water on it outside so I guess you have to get that out too" so then he stares at it for a couple of seconds that felt like forever before saying "well...sometimes when you use water the fabric is just ruined when you go to press it." Basically he went on to tell me all would be ok with the dress, but I really think fate wants me to be naked at this wedding so who knows? Then I went to HEB to pick up a prescription and walking in I slipped AGAIN on the slippery white part of the cross-walk. Ha, and people think cross-walks are safer when crossing the street! Not today! Until I can get some flip flops with better tread I'm staying in the house when it rains.
Oh, and if anyone remembers BJ from New Orleans - he's on my MySpace now.
Can you spare a dime?
This week on Tuesday I saw a homeless lady on a cell phone. A cell phone! I guess she isn't so homeless. She's a regular over by my apartment and I see them under the bridge pretty late, but not all night so maybe she isn't so homeless. That very same day I saw another homeless man over by 2222 who had an ipod or some other sort of mp3 device. I don't know if it's just that they don't realize that people aren't going to give them money if they know they can afford things like that, or if they just didn't care that day - maybe they thought we'd forget. I guess the number of people who saw them vs. the number of people that drive by there every day makes it not much of an impact, but still... I think the scammers are ruining it for the people who really DO need the help. In other news, I turned in my last project yesterday - yay! I'm free during the days for the next 2 weeks - still have clients at night a wee break is nice.
Here's something I have realized lately that really sucks. Being a grad student and all, I'm home a lot. Most people would think being home a lot would be something nice, but it isn't. I feel like my weeks and weekends run into each other and everything is the same. The only difference is that SOMEtimes on weekend evenings I get to hang out with my friends. The days though...they're all the same. Me chilling out with my dog. I'd much rather be busy and have something like the weekend to look forward to. I used to hate Sunday cause it meant the weekend was over, but now I hate it cause it means 6 more days until I get to see people again. I think it's part of the reason that I'm such good friends with so many of my neighbors - they're the only people I see most of the time. I mean, who else is home enough when they get packages that the UPS man knows them well enough to tease the dog and make fun of their signature? (Speaking of UPS men, I just got shoes delivered and I swear they smell like feet). When I go to class I get to talk to people for a few minutes on the break, and at my internship I get a couple minutes a week to chat with peers, and sometimes I IM with Billy or someone during the day, but really people...my life is booooring. It makes me dwell over things that are probably best forgotten. OK, back to the topic at hand - if you ever think I'm particularly spastic or talkative when I'm around you, well that's just because I'm so used to my solitary confinement that it's like a field day. And you teachers know how exciting field day is. I know, I know, I'm being a leetle dramatic. I just feel blahbbey blahbbey boring. So now I'll stop what most of you probably think is whining. The grass is always greener I guess.
Do your homework!
OK, so for those who called or emailed to check and make sure I was ok, I obviously am, thank you very much. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about...SOMEone at St. Ed's decided it would be a good idea to call in a bomb threat on Tuesday. And then again Wednesday. And then again Thursday. My theory is that since it's finals time that someone didn't study for a test or write a final paper in time. Maybe they were freaked out and wanted to see what St. Ed's would do (in lieu of recent tragic events that is). Or maybe it's some immature kid who wants attention or has a bad sense of humor. Whatever the reason was, hopefully they know that it wasn't appreciated. St. Ed's did a good deal of security - closing the campus on Tuesday to check and even having police at campus entrances to not let any non-residential people on. Tuesday they checked it again, Wednesday they checked it again, etc. So my wonder is who this person is. I mean, since such big things just happened at VT I know that security is on every one's mind and the FBI happens to be involved. There was an email to all students saying this so if the person is a student I KNOW they know that. And which student thinks that the FBI isn't going to figure out their little prank? They kept doing it though so they deserve to get caught and kicked out of school, etc. etc. And it makes me a teensy bit scared because while it IS a prank, it isn't funny given that 32 people just got killed a few weeks after some bomb threats, and if someone is sick enough to think it's fun to do this now, are they sick enough to go el-bezerko on a campus of unsuspecting kids? Not to be all dramatic, but in my class on Thursday I really was trying to figure out what to do if someone came through the door with a gun since I sit smack dab in the front row, right in front of the door. And my class is on the second floor so looking at the window and wondering what frame of mind those kids were in to be jumping out of their building...I know it saved their lives but I can't imagine doing that. Long story short - I'm very annoyed at someone and I don't know who it is, but I hope they know that they aren't very cool.
I need your help. I have to pick a silver shoe to go with my bridesmaid dress for Barbara's wedding. The dress is a tea length purple dress so the shoe is definitely going to show. My concerns are 1)hopefully I can wear it again so I want it to be cute! 2)I might have to walk down some stairs in the ceremony so I want it to stay on (maybe Barbara can confirm or disconfirm at this point) and 3)I lean away from ankle straps cause I feel like they make me look weird. So please look at these options and their prices and let me know which you feel really isn't worth it, your favorite, etc. Shipping is free and if you click on the link you can see more views.1)The Esperansa by Enzo Angiolini $99.952)The Oriana by Nina $72.953)The Fiola by Nina $82.954)The Hiatt by Nine West $72.95
Just a few pics from the ADPi weekend...
Since no one reads anyway
I realized that no one reads my blog on a regular basis anymore. Good to know. Now I'm just babbling things for me to not forget. I really like New Orleans more every time I visit, and I've been saddened to realize that all I'll ever be doing is visiting due to licensing restrictions in my field (as far as I know at this point). So that means I'll be staying in Texas for a little while longer. I have a final in the morning on marriage and couples therapy, and yes that does mean that I've been analyzing everyone's relationships in my head this past semester. I know none of my friends consider my opinion to be "professional" but if you want to know, I don't think I'd tell you anyway. A boy today called me "killer" - as in "go get 'em killer" but used the phrase "curve killer" instead. Go get 'em curve killer. Yeehaw. A different boy brought me tea to study with last night. If you didn't know there was one boy, much less two, then you haven't been paying close enough attention to me. I have a crush on a yet a third. I realized that my brain is much more pictorial than verbal. Today in discussing how it sucks to think that slow with my supervisor she said to use what I thought was my detriment to my benefit, and I was also told that I have a natural ability to feel. So theres a compliment most people don't get. I think I'm going to get some adolescent boy clients soon. They seem so interesting and I'm excited. Today I got to carry around a 3 year old and I think she was lighter than my dog. It makes it quite convenient to keep them from going where you don't want them to go when you can just pick them up and move them. I also witnessed another three year old use dominance tactics that I guess were bullying but seemed more like something a dog would do. At least her mom noticed. That's all in my random babble session. Now less procrastination, more studying.
Easter morning in Killeen....
I was thinking today about how I'm such a control freak about things. Somehow that intertwined with the thought of wedding showers (I know, duh, cause Barbara's getting married) and how I don't know that I'd be able to stay out of the planning. I'd be a total meddler. I think I'd probably try to buy half the supplies and go early to decorate. But I don't know that any of that would be a sign of me not trusting anyone to do it, just that I have great enjoyment out of planning things. But then again, I don't know cause I've never had someone plan something for me. I have ideas for everything so I don't think anyone has ever thought to not let me in on something. OK, well...that anyone has ever had the strength to keep me out maybe. I mean, I'm trying to think of what people would plan for me...everyone knows I'm a veggie but do they know my favorite color or cake or appetizer or drink? Yes, I'm easy to please, but I kind of wonder what it would look like if someone planned me something. It's interesting to think about if you haven't thought about it for yourself before.
Time is not on my side. I just started thinking about the fact that I have no idea what to do after I graduate in December. Moving home is looking more and more like an option because I won't know if I got into Ph.D. programs until the spring. Well, I'll actually know about New Orleans early. I could either be moving home or to New Orleans. Although, I'd love to know about all of the programs before I start one. I'll be in some serious debt and not have a job. I could work in a toll booth maybe. Barbara and I were talking about how times that you are uncertain about come rushing up on you faster than you know what to do with. And no, she's not uncertain about the wedding. I actually know someone in Louisiana now since I'm still talking to BJ so maybe it wouldn't be so hard :o) I know things will fall into place, but lets just hope a stint as a homeless person isn't one of those things for me.