Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
The happy is that I got scheduled for my new job yesterday and I start work on Friday and I'm super pumped.
The heartbreaking is that my grandma died yesterday. That, I don't want to talk about.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
I was driving back home, just jammin' to some sweet tunes(:P) and I thought I heard something slightly alarming. I turned down the music: sirens. I heard sirens.
So, I look in my rearview and this ambulance is charging at me! So, I mean, of course I pulled over. But I about pooped!
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
I never thought retail therapy could make me feel so happy.
I first saw these in December, the day my ex and I started dating. We were hanging out in the mall and I wandered into Journeys. I saw them and was in love. He asked if I wanted to try them on. Did I want to try them on? More than anything. I pet them gently, ran my fingers over the sequins and threads. Lust sparked in my eyes. I glanced at him and set them regretfully on the shelf. I lied and we moved on.Four months, almost to date, after we broke up, I finally got them.
It just goes to show, women don't need men to be happy. Sometimes they just need a beautiful pair of shoes. :)
Saturday, August 14, 2010
1. Ice cream with Hannah
2. Girls' alumni soccer game
3. Boys' alumni soccer game
My family decided to go see Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World and it was really good. But I had to cancel with Hannah and I only saw the second half of the girls' game. Then I went to Hannah's house with her and Halle for margarita pizza and salad.
I never got to the boys' game. I thought about going and I would have rather shot myself in the foot. So, I said toodaloo to Hannah and Halle and got in the truck. I'd planned on going home, but I changed my mind, so I tried to find a place to park near the college to walk. But I wasn't sure if I was allowed because all the parking lot signs had these permit numbers on them.
I found a spot. And then I got back in the truck. I was on College Avenue, then I turned and drove straight for about maybe 20 minutes. I just drove until there were tunnels of trees and new street signs, windows open, oldies music playing.
Then I pulled into a driveway, turned around, and drove right back.
I sat for a while, then went to McDonalds to check Redbox movies. After that, I got a Slurpee, a huge one. After a few large gulps, I stared down at it.
Eating my feelings. Gulping them, in this case. I'm a girl who does that, turns her feelings to food. Then I wondered, what feelings am I gulping? What feelings deserve a Slurpee?! Clearly I have no clue. So I threw it away still full.
I went to the soccer field and ran a lap, which means I sprinted half, walked part, and then jogged to the truck.
Then I drove around and went home crying. I still don't know why. Long shower and two chick flicks. Here I am.
My friends are all busy, meaning that my sister and her BFF are on senior trip and my one other friend who it's not weird to hang out with is busy with tennis and her boyfriend and other activities.
Turns out that over summer, I lost my ability to squeeze into the jean size above the one I usually wear. How do I skip a whole size? I blame the cookies.
Since jean shopping clearly didn't work, I went for a little retail therapy of the shoe variety. Then I got some books and-surprise, surprise- ate until my breaking point. Literally until the point I felt sick.
Then I watched DH and ANTM and wondered to myself why all the shows I watch have acronyms.
Also, I haven't seen my sister in 8 days and I miss her. :(
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
That's what I don't like about this job. I truely care about them and I feel proud of them and thank God they're good people. And I feel like a weirdo to feel any attachment to kids I've know less than a month. But we all have something in common and that is that we have to say goodbye to both the people and the place.
Monday, August 2, 2010
I'll miss so many people.
I hate wondering if I'll see everyone again. I hate making camp friends, because eventually you have to say goodbye and they could be as far as Tokyo.
Camp has so become my life. I have roughly 200 younger brothers and 30 older brothers this year. But that's just a guess.
I want to start hugging people now and not let go until Saturday. I want to keep them with me.
If I could wrap you weathered & cold in tissue paper like pressing flowers between bricks
I'd keep you.
My heart goes out to you.
- Elsa Taylor
I miss them already.