#TOM #TMI #1

Merry Black Friday to all.

Or should I say Red Friday? Because that would be more truthful.

It all started yesterday, when Aunt Flo came to visit. That heinous b**ch.

Have y'all ever felt the combined effects of tryptophan and menstrual fatigue?

My gosh--it's fatal.

Last night during Counseling Skills...

Teacher: So, for example, if Chessie came in and said, "I haven't been on a date in six months....", what might the schema or automatic negative thought be?

Me: Sounds about right. [grin]

Cue class-wide laughter.

I'm growing my eyebrows out.

Good thing I have bangs to cover up that fact.

Guess what's worse than growing  eyebrows.

If you said bangs, then you are probably a woman.

"I'm probably never going to blog again,"

is what I told Marie two nights ago. And I sincerely meant it.

But then I was like, "Wait."

I mean, have I told you about the time I was taking a nap on my couch and I woke up to this amazingly handsome man with Prince Eric's looks and Aaron Tveit's hair who Peter Panned himself through my window and made me kiss him? I had no choice in the matter.

I haven't told you?

Oh man. It's a GREAT story.



Or it would've been if I hadn't woken up. :-/

(Once Upon a Time is ruining my life.)

They say "Follow your heart"

when trying to make a tough decision.

Not I.

I say,

"Follow your uterus!" 

and then I buy ALL the kinds of M&Ms I can find.

Going 5 miles below the speed limit is like...

- Leaving the crust of the pizza

- Not drinking the chocolate milk after eating Cocoa Puffs

- Changing the radio station before the song's over

- Eating the ice-cream, but not the cone

- Not trying to hit impossible notes when you're the only one in the car

- Driving in an empty canyon without using your brights

- Dumping a mostly empty water bottle on the ground instead of on someone

- Asking for no cherry on top

It's like, "So much potential wasted!"

Like, "WHY ARE YOU SAVING THE BEST FOR LAST AND THEN THROWING IT ALL AWAY?"

Drive. The. Speed. Limit.

Girl Talk: Our changing bodies.

When chatting in a group of girls, somehow there's always a bit of the conversation that turns to height, periods, puberty, and boobs. I don't know why, but it does. And it's loud.

Girl 1: "I hate my big boobs!!!"

Girl 2: (patting down her chest) "I can't even find mine!"

Me: (frowning) "The only thing that got bigger with puberty was my hair."

Truth.

Last night I dreamed of destiny:

I dreamed that I was working at a candle shop.

Guess who I worked with at the candle shop?

Zac Efron.

I think I've explained myself.

No pants, no shirt, no problem!

Oh hey guys.

You still there?

I forgot I was still here for a minute. I started grad school. I quit the restaurant (what???). I moved. To Salt Lake! I have a new place, and only ONE roommate! (Need a job, though.)

Do you know what this MEANS? Especially since it's summer???

I go to bed wearing nothing but my undies. And I sleep in. By the time I wake up, my roommate is gone to work, so I don't have to put any clothes on at all, and I walk around in my skivvies, like, all day.

No, I don't think you understand.

ALL. DAY.

I just hope I don't forget myself and step outside to check the mail.

Facebook Friday

They grow up so fast. :'(

Birth Month 2013

Um. Hey guys.

I miss you. I miss this blog. I'm so busy between two jobs and training for a half and full marathon that I don't even have the brain power to think about what I could post for you.

But it's birth month, which is my favorite time of the year!!! The month where every penny I spend on something non-practical is given the excuse that "it's my birthday!" I'm hesitant to blare out how much I love my birthday, because I'm horrified that I'm turning 25 and I feel like I have nothing too exciting to show for it.

So far, I've bought some new running kicks, a trip to go skydiving later this year, and $60 of groceries, which was a mistake in hindsight, because it's spring break and my family and I are leaving to go to San Diego on Wednesday (my brother is graduating from bootcamp).

What've I been up to? Not much. Just work, work, working. Ran my first 5K. Got rejected by my alma mater for grad school (thank God I got accepted into my first choice school). I had my first NCMO--for those of you not from around here and unfamiliar with the stupid acronyms used here, that stands for "non-committal makeout." And in this case, he is practically a stranger.

I know, right? In the last seven months I have gone from kissing no dudes to smooching five dudes. Pretty soon, I'll get to graduate to counting them on two hands. I wish you could know how proud all of my friends are of me. I wish you could know how proud of myself I am.

I wish you could be as embarrassed as I am at how much the memory makes me laugh out loud a week and a half later.

But you know what the best thing in the world is? Sunny weather and a six-mile run in the canyon. Unfortunately, it's raining right now, so that plan is thwarted. For today.

Can't wait for summer!

Say hello, whoever is reading this!!! I miss you and love you!

In other GRAND news...

Received in an email two days ago...

"I am writing to advise you of our admissions decision in response to your application to the School Counseling Program at the University of Utah (Salt Lake City program). After careful review of your application the faculty unanimously recommended you for admission – congratulations."

I did it, guys!!! I made it in!

Caught in the Copy Room.

Story time!!!

First vlog ever. Should I make more??

How much kids don't know.

I correct a lot of daily journals when I'm at the high school. Some of you have read these on my Facebook, but for those of you who haven't, here are my favorites.

Q: What do you know about Islam?

A: They are a nation of Jews living in the Middle East.

Q: What images come to mind when you think of the Middle Ages?
A: Historical babes, castles, peasants and Monty Python

"Buddha is a pot-bellied god."

"I took a shower this morning. That is kind of like the bath houses in the Roman cities."

Isn't my job the greatest? :-D

Never leave your blog up at work.

Especially if work is full of high school students.

Because if you work at a high school full of high school students and you leave your blog up because you were looking at it while you were fixing the blogs for your classes....

....and the last post you wrote was about all the strange boys you kissed under the mistletoe at that one Christmas party and you put up all the photographic evidence too....

....and one of your students saw it....

Gosh.

It's embarrassing.