Strawberry Slugs

So, um, my job is stupid. If I wanted to clean dishes and sweep shit all the time I would have gone to the Olive Garden, but I can't do that cause they're out to get me. (I already said this exact statement to Jessica earlier and I am recycling it, and I think that's okay) While I was working the other day this girl I work with asked me I would work Saturday night (no) for this other girl who's...14 (no) because she wanted to go to a dance (no). I didn't outright say no. I said I would get back to her tomorrow, but honestly the answer is HELL NO! Then the weird part was, my boss asked me to work on Friday, and I didn't really want to because I'm going to Amelia's party so I said no. Then she said, "Well that's too bad cause I was going to have you teach a class." Really? Are you kidding me! Just shoot me, really. But I texted her later and said I would do it because I'm not stupid. Just persistent. Then the anger just mounted when I found out all the results for staff selection for next year. Really housing department!? Really? What the fuck is wrong with you? Is there something giant up your housing ass? All I can say is that I am glad I'm living in an apartment next year.

I also need a hug.

Desperate Youth, Bloodthirsty Babes

I am determined to stay up and study for this test and then go into Dr.Arnold's office and go over things with him. I feel like I'm planning some sort of attack, which is awkward. Here's the thing, I am really, really bad at taking tests. Most of the time I'm like...yeah that sounds like it could be right in some cases, go for it Ellen!...and I got a 66. Awesome. And normally when I think I do really really well, I don't. I should not be allowed to take tests because they are sabotaging my college career. It's a short one, but its there. Clovis was a badass and killed everyone. Charlemagne was kinda like Henry the 8th, but smaller, and maybe less wives. Maybe. Why am I telling you this, 4 people who read this?

Other things with minor importance:::: I am liking my job. I guess. I haven't really gotten into it or anything. I will this week. I might teach soon. I am working EVERYDAY during spring break. Why did I do that? Oh yeah, I need gas. I am teaching Caitlin how to cook so she'll have some skills and some recipes before the turns her tassel. Also, I'm thinking that if I don't pull out good grades this semester because of my lack of test taking skills, I'm going to either A) drop out and kill myself, B) Drop out, take a year off and work, and then go to a distinguished culinary school, or C) try again? I don't know chillens. Maybe I'll become one a street performer or move to India and try to learn to make curry. How hard could that be?

Inverted Origami

As I sit here at my desk in my little room, drinking my cup of Shade Grown Mexico while listening to Billy Talent, I'm really happy. This semester has been a jumble of me feeling happy and unhappy and confused and unsure and excited and wonderful. But now, I think I can call myself ok. After writing this I have to make 20 flash cards for Dr. Arnold's class and get extra credit, which everyone knows is necessary. I've gotten two of my three tests back so far and it just proves that I am not a good test taker. I make stupid mistakes, no matter if I study hours and hours and I never hit it home. I should go work out but I don't know if I'll have time with the writing of the extra credit, lunch, and then class. I have to go home and sit with Faith who will have had her wisdom teeth out by then while my mom heads out with my dad.

I have now worked at my job for three days. I have alot to say about it, believe me. I ranted for about 30 minutes to Steven last night while he was very kind and just listened, but honestly I shouldn't complain. There are several things I don't like about it, like my 14 year old co-workers but then again I know the first week at a new job is bitch work all over and here's how to put the toilet paper on. I should be thankful that I have a job which, at one point I will very much enjoy, and that I can do what I really like somewhere. Next week I'll really be getting in to the groove and helping classes by myself and then running a birthday party next Saturday. I also get to give my input with meals and menus and eat everything they make. For example, last night the teen class (which consists of two of my co-workers) made gyros and apple crisp. So I tried lamb for the first time and it was delicious. However, all of them touched it, and I might become paranoid and not eat anything they make anymore. Sigh. I just can't win here. There is a recipe, however, called chicken oh-la-la which I am very curious about. What the hell is that? I hope there's cheese.

Just like Special K

I am currently listening to Animal Collective while I write this and procrastinate just a little more. I have a test at 9:30 am and it's currently 12:17 am. I started studying for this test today which is not a good idea but I did have a very full weekend where Faith and Daryl spend the night in my tiny room and I had to finish a philosophy paper by 9pm on a Sunday. I finished by 10am that day, which was really awesome. So right. Things.

My Valentine's day was spent with Faith and Daryl and Steven. ACTS was great this year, bringing out my inner queen. The food at the Tulsa Time dinner wasn't as good as past times, but whatev. I'll deal I suppose. I spent time with Caitlin and tried to comfort her while she's having a hard time. I don't mind doing the cha cha slide and listening to her vent. Also watching movies is a good way to not think about pending stressors, so that helped probably. I'm also going to teach her to cook so she can by the time she graduates.

I started my new job and even though the first day was very very basic (here's how you wash these dishes and change the toilet paper) I'm excited for the future in it and teaching kids how to cook. I'm still learning too, but I have to say I'm getting really good at it. I'm no Ina or anything, but I'm striving to be. My workout program is going well too. I haven't worked out these past two days, which makes me sad, but school is very important. I've already lost 4 lbs. so that's really cool. Tomorrow I'm going to make up for not going in a while and two for extra long and then do 8 minute buns and abs. HXC!!

The 7UP commercial with Brad Garrett makes me really happy. He's reaching out to tickle a horsey!Genius!

Weekend Home

I'm finally at home after a really long weird week. Tonight I'm going to be presenting Faith at the Berryhill basketball game because my parents are in Vegas. Gross. So after pretending I'm Faith's mother or something creepy, I'll be crashing at home and maybe starting on my paper that's due on Sunday by 9pm. Double gross.

Saturday I have my first day at work, because oh yeah, I finally got that job! Thank God. I go in at 9am, but only work for three hours. I'll be training tomorrow and Wednesday of next week and tomorrow is a birthday party so yeah. We'll see how it goes.

Then Saturday night I'll be playing hostess and making homemade brick over pizza for Steven and Faith. I hope that turns out ok. I'm really looking forward to actually getting to cook something. Also, I think Valentine's Day is cute, but I do not celebrate.

Chocolate Cookie Drink

This week is nutz-o. On Monday I had the first test of the semester and I'm kind of skeptical about it. I have another test tomorrow which I hope will be a lot better. I turned in a paper today too, which was awesome. I'm kind of worried about my next paper coming up which is due on Sunday by 9pm. I don't even really know what its about, which probably isn't that great. Maybe I should figure that out. It's hard though, when the teacher doesn't know where he is.

My plan to get healthy is going really well. I went to the gym everyday but Monday last week and I went today. I'm thinking of looking into a supplement like that weird one the Kardashian's endorse. I don't know though.

Also September still isn't talking to me. Way to me mature babe.

I wish there was such thing as a diet cookie.

Study filled weekend

My week after my fainting fiasco went well. Nothing really big happened, other than I laughed in September's face, but not really on purpose. It was actually really funny, but if you weren't there then you probably think that I'm a huge bitch, which I totally can be, at times.

Last week I was really angry and being mean to mostly Steven because I felt like I didn't have any friends anymore, but now I am totally over that and feelin' good. I finally think I have a job, and I say think because "You're hired" was never really said. I got another e-mail back from Sage after I sent a 'please don't forget about me' e-mail. I'm meeting the owner and head hancho on Thursday. But I don't know why. I don't know what this meeting is about. What am I going to wear? It's cold out. Still. Can this be over? I'm ready for spring. I want to wear my Tom's full time again.

Last night I went on a celebratory dinner with my parents at my absolute favorite restaurant ever, The Palace Cafe. This was a Yay you got a job (we think) and happy Valentin's Day because we'll be in Vegas dinner. I had roast chicken on top of green apple polenta, a green salad, goat cheese, and a cherry glaze. Oh holy crap it was amazing. Also, who doesn't like herbed butter? If they don't they are crazy because its bitchn'.

This weekend I have to stay shut up in my room or the Law Library (which is far superior to McFarlin) to study for my two exams, two papers, and a lot of reading. I'm on cup of coffee #1. I suspect at least three or four by the end of the day.

I have also worked out everyday this week (except Monday, because, hello, I fainted). I'm thinking of doing 8 minute abs and buns today. Oh those instructors and their tight blue pants...

The Faint

Good band. Best band I've ever seen live. Best concert I've been to with Steven. There was a lot of dancing. Anyway, the story.

Yesterday in developmental psychology we were watching a movie called "from conception to birth". We weren't supposed to be watching it. I was fine. Really. Until the end when the women started having the babies. It was really gross. I didn't seen any casolpus, but the blood and goop on the doctors hands was horrible, and it was in this weird lighting which made it seem like they were going to hand the baby off to be experimented on. Anyway, I got really hot. And I kept getting hotter and hotter. I felt really weird. I thought, I hope this isn't what it feels like right before you pass out. I really need to take off my hoodie...too late.

The next thing I know I'm on the floor and people are saying my name and asking me if I'm ok. What am I? Why the fuck am I on the floor? Why am I at home? Oh shit, I'm still in class. I asked for water, the teacher bolted from the room and security was called, who then called EMSA. I turned over and all 30 people in the class left, leaving me with the teacher. I just wanted someone to pour water on my head. I took my hoodie off and felt better. I sat up and cried. Nothing hurt, I was just so embarrassed and overwhelmed I couldn't stand it. The professor called my mom. Then EMSA came and asked me a lot of questions and wanted me to ride on the stretcher outside. Hell me blondie! I'll walk with you, reluctantly. I sat in the ambulance for like an hour, having them take my blood pressure and wait for my mom. All the while she was wanting to take me to the ER to have blood work done. NO!! I will not do that bitch! My mom came, and I cried a lot because I'm really scared of needles, and then they let me go when they found out I passed out because I was watching live birth. Worst day ever.

And I missed my dentist appointment...