I Have A Lot To Learn

So, apparently, certain fruits and veggies are only in season for...well, certain seasons. What the crap is THAT about?? (I know, it's common knowledge. Humor me.) I mean, no WONDER the zucchini I wanted to buy a couple of months ago felt so weird. Which is why I didn't buy it, by the way. I've suddenly become a huge fan of zucchini. Only cooked, though. Wait, is it even normal to eat it raw? I don't know. But I don't think I'd like it. According to Arthur, however, zucchini isn't even in season! Say, whaaaaa???

Shocked and appalled. Shocked. And. Appalled.

DUCKYYYYY!

The same goes for nectarines. The first time I bought them, I was being an idiot college kid and I didn't look at the price. THIS time, today, I went to get some more because I discovered I really liked those, too, and saw that they were $3.99 a lb. O_O I don't have $4 to spend on a nectarine and a half! Come on! My hours are nearly cut to nothing, here! Give me a break... :(

Healthy food is so dang expensive. Heck, NORMAL food is expensive. Ramen Noodles are not normal. Chef Boyardee or whatever is NOT normal food. As soon as I actually have some money, I plan to start making my own meals and trying out some recipes. I've found some good ones. Most of them include zucchini, so I guess I have to wait anyway. Seasons...HA!

Tonight I made meself a little pizza, though.

1/4 cup of Mozzarella (2% milk) : 2 points
1/4 cup Ragu pizza sauce : 1 point
1 piece of Flatout bread : 2 points
17 turkey pepperonis : 2 points

Toss it in the oven (350) for about 7-8 minutes, and voila! 7 point pizza. My "flavor" of bread was spinach. They have regular, tomato, etc..., too.

One more thing...

Ever since I went on a cruise with my sister and her family in October, I have had NUMEROUS, I mean, TONS of dreams involving me being on a cruise. Or a boat of some kind.

In one, we were entering some sort of war zone. I caught a skyline of buildings collapsing on my camcorder. (I don't own one, btw). Our boat also sank in some random lake, which reminded me of when I read Heart of Darkness. A little bit wider than the one I visioned in the book, but...same type of location. Brown water. The works. The most I can recall is being able to swim to shore.

Last night I had one which was fairly normal...except when I got on the ship, the water was flowing over on deck, but...it seemed to be normal. Then I realized that I'd be sharing the cruise with a BUNCH of people I'd rather not spend my week with. But then I see a glimpse of red down the hallway from my room, and it's my Kate-sister. She surprised me with signing up for the cruise, too. There was also a baby. I don't know if she was mine, or...what. But it was me, the baby and Mom in one room, I think... I fed the baby, the baby projectile vomited, took a five minute nap and was all of a sudden around three or four years old, REFUSING to use the potty.

Then there was one dream where it was like...a luxury boat. That was cool.

Then a really large one. With a big theatre...I don't remember much from that one.

And there have been more. It's just really weird.

Not this Cruise...

THIS cruise.

I'm Nervous.

It's official; a week and a half before is about the right time for me to start freaking out when I have an audition coming up. But this is Sweeney Todd. And I'm pretty sure this will be the only opportunity I'll ever have at playing this role.

(A/N: Before I continue, let it be known that this blog post is for me. I'm more or less letting out how I feel, because if I don't, I'll explode).

Mrs. Lovett is one of my dream roles. Even more so than the narrator from Joseph. In fact, that role doesn't even cross my mind anymore. Come and gone.

I will be scratching eyes out for this role.

I say that all the while the dragons in my stomach compete to rip all of my internal organs apart. Or at least that's what it feels like. All I have to do is just think of the minuscule possibility that I could maybe possibly get the role, and I get nervous. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that the best of the best will come audition for this role, especially considering who's playing Sweeney. It would be an honor just to be in the chorus for a show he's in...believe me: I've done it.

Now it's time to copy down WW recipes in my little book.

Nigh nigh.

Beans, Beans, They're Good For Your Heart...

It's mornings like this that show how motivated a person I am. I have an 8am Bio Lab. I'm anal about time (thanks, Bert) and like to leave the house around 7:30. That's late for me...normally I have to leave the house at least 45min before. But I'm trying to be a normal person. So much for that.

I woke up at about 7:19. Still walked out the door at around 7:33. Interestingly enough, I had had a nightmare-ish dream just before I woke up about being late for class. It also involved me using the bathroom in front of a restaurant. Like...the bathroom had no walls inside this place. It was awkward.

But when I got to Bio Lab, I found out we were going to get to play with beans. BEANS, BEANS, the special BEANS. And lentils. If you have picked them out again in two hours time, you may go to the ball with us.

It was an experiment on preditors. We had this black mat that was...what is it called...-googles floor mats- I don't know. They have all these plasticy loops instead of carpet crap. ANYWAY, we had to count out 100 red beans, 100 white beans, and 100 black beans.

I count my beans like I count my pills.

Each of us in our group had to get a fork or a knife. And we had to pick up as many beans as we could, one at a time, in 30 seconds. And, oh by the way, we were competing. Our GTA said, by all means, knock the effing beans off your group mates' utensils.

Ever seen a bean fly? Maybe.

Ever seen HUNDREDS fly at one time? Hah. I doubt it.

It was epic. And I was top preditor. I AM Lord of the Beans.

I feel like I don't want to sleep lately. I just want to stay up and...well, not sleep. I think I'm going to go to Wal-Mart after this post.

Parallel parking is hard.

I wanted to eat my feelings today, but I didn't have time. Lucky.

My nose keeps running. I hate spring. And I loathe the color yellow.

Amy/ Amwa

That's what I've been hearing all week. "AMY, do this!" "AMWA, take me to do that!!" Two nieces, one nephew, and my cousin's two daughters have been at my mom's place this week for their spring break, too. I could tell you that I was forced to babysit, unwillingly, but that would be a lie. I kind of like kids a lot, most of the time, and it makes me happy to see them happy. So, Aunt Amy has to be all cool and make the kids' day. It's what I do. It's how I roll.

By the way, you're probably wondering what the heck an Amwa is. It's some magical word that my Taylor and Carly came up with a couple of years ago. No questions were asked. It was accepted and it stuck. It's pronounced "Aim-wa." Wa as in "wand." Amwa.

These kids are freaking hilarious when they're not being completely obnoxious.

Carly likes to set up her own Massage salon, and she makes up a "menu" and everything. Prices to follow. And they're real prices. I signed up for a back massage tonight...

Me: Carly...did you just toot??

Carly: -giggles- Yes...

Me: Ew, CJ! I did not order that!!

Carly: -still giggling- I just did it again!

Me: CARLY!!

Matthew is one funny kid, too. He's ALL boy, so it's kind of alarming when he walks around in my mom's bathing suit, puts on my niece's bras and runs around the house, puts on MY deodorant...

Matthew: Hey, Aunt Amy! I put on some of your stuff!

Me: My stuff? What stuff?

Matthew: Your orange deodorant!

Me: You put on my deodorant?!?

Matthew: Yeah! I like it! It smells like fruit salad!!!

It was funny then, but not so much when he did it the next morning. I had to hide it from him because he kept putting it on. He's 9, by the way... which alarmed me even still tonight when I found that someone had been in my makeup..

Me: Okay, Taylor, Carly, Lauren, Micah!! Have you been in my makeup?!

All: No.

Me: O_o

I go to look for Matthew, and I see a little light and hear some mumbling coming from the closet. Matthew is standing in the closet with his DS, playing a game.

Me: ...Matthew... have you been playing in my makeup?

Matthew: No...-looks away-

Me: Matthew...-grabs his face- Have you been playing in my makeup? What's all over your face??

The kid is as dark as you can get, being Caucasian. I'm about as white you can get. It's not difficult at all to see the ivory foundation splotched all over his face.

Matthew: Okay, fine, I guess I shouldn't lie...

I just had to walk away, I couldn't hold in the laughter any longer. Thing is, he just doesn't think anything about it. He's as much as a boy as you can ever get. He's just goofy. But it makes for great stories.

I have some other exciting things to talk about in my next blog when I'm home and Taylor isn't bugging the heck out of me to borrow my computer and to sign her up for a blog I know she's never going to write in. She has to be just like me. I don't blame her. -hair toss-

Haven't You Heard the Rumor?

It's stuck in my head. Adele's a musical genus.

We're going to pretend that the time between 8 o'clock am and 3 o'clock pm yesterday just didn't happen.

And now I'm pretty annoyed. As you may have seen on my status, Canadians are petitioning to make the highland bagpipes as their official, national musical instrument. Okay, first of all, who the heck has a national musical instrument?? Second of all, those of you who are hating on me because I'm offended for the Scottish, get over yourselves. I don't care if they were originally Asian or whattheheckever, but the Scottish are who have made it popular to me. The Scottish themselves could probably care less. But I care. You probably had to Google it to even know it was Asian anyway.

If you're going to intentionally make me feel like a moron, then have the decency to message me in private. It's called tact.

I deleted the comments. I feel better now.

In case you haven't realized, I'm a very insecure, emotional person. I don't even like to call it emotional... I am passionate. I have had one of the worst weekends/ beginning to the week I have ever had. I'm very easily angered right now.

This is my plea to you: Lay off. This is what makes it polite: Please.

And now I don't even feel like I should be happy about this now because I feel so freaking worthless, but I've lost 5 pounds since last Wednesday. However, it could solely be due to the fact that Mom's scale and the Rec's scale aren't in sync. Completely possible. And probably the cause of the loss. I went to work out in the exercise room that Mom and Bert have access to at the condo. Either their equipment is much harder than the Rec's, or my body knows I'm on vacation and is protesting. But I got through at least a little bit. And I swam today.

And I laid out. O_O Know this, however: Fair-skinned lasses lay out to get freckles. Not tans.


Yesterday AFTER said time that does not exist, I did some headshots for my sister-friend. Isn't she lovely??

Don't judge me. I had a dinky little cannon and not much experience. But Kate asked me to do it, and I could NOT give up the opportunity to experiment with the camera and take pictures of such a gorgeous lady. She's one of my favorites. And I hope there were some photos she could actually use for headshots. I'm definitely no Kayla Cille. She's an amazing, artistic photographer.

Tomorrow's my day. St. Patrick's Day. Try not to ruin it for me, hmm?

Selfish Reasons

Well, as soon as I spoke, I looked and saw that I now have 10 followers!!

Thank you, April Huggins, for making this dream possible. ;)

First of all, I want to thank everyone for their feedback. Loved the tips from my sister red, Rachel R. and also Holly J. And many, many thanks to Ashley and Pam for their encouraging words. It helps more than you know.

Second of all, I want to apologize. I hope that my past posts didn't make it seem that I hate myself. Or that I'm doing this weight loss business for someone else. That's completely not the case. I feel horrible at the weight I am right now. And I just keep gaining. I can't allow that to happen. I can't keep doing this to myself when I know that there's something that can work for me, and knowing that there are things I like to eat that won't, well, kill me.

Okay, so yeah, I talk about the "boy" thing. The fact that I still haven't had my first date or my first kiss, and I'm 22. Soon 23, mind you. I'm not doing this for whatever guy might be out there for me, but you've got to admit, it will certainly help. I mean, let's be honest...I'm sure someone would have at least given me a chance if I wasn't the size I am. That's just life. It sucks, heck yes...but that's America for you.

I want to be able to feel well. I want to be able to find clothes. I want to be able to be proud of myself for something. This is what I'm doing for myself. If it happens to help with other issues, then praise Jesus.

In other news, I just burned the HECK out of my tongue on hot soup, and I have a lie bump under my tongue in the very back. My mouth is holding a pity party. And I'm sorry, but you're not invited. That would be awkward.

Nothing interesting happened today. Work was slow. Finished scanning DPCs!! So, that was happy.

I didn't exercise today, though...-hangs head- But I was on my feet from 9 to 6, and my feet are KILLING ME. It'll be daylight longer tomorrow, so more time to walk outside. Because, you know what? The Rec's Spring Break schedule is RIDICULOUS. They're open during the times I work and that's about it. They should be there to serve me! No SB for YOU!!! >:(

Totes joking.

This is Hard

It took all I had to drag my big behind to the Rec yesterday. And I'm having a really hard time finding foods that are low in points, but also filling. At this point, I don't even WANT to eat, so it's not the fact that I'm some fat girl that wants some food. My stomach screams at me because it's hungry, and I scream right back at it. But then it does this "Woe is me! I'm so weak! I shall make your limbs shake with weakness! I shall grant you with a brain twisting headache! Wah! Woe!" We're not friends right now, needless to say.

So if you have ideas of filling foods, please be a dear and let me know.

I did not want to go work out yesterday. At all. I wanted to eat eat eat because my stomach was insatiable. But I went to the Rec. I did not eat more than what my points allowed. And I have already lost two pounds since Wednesday when I weighed. Two pounds in a day? I can dig it.

I WILL be thin by the time my first ever date comes around. And if you're reading this, I'm kind of excited, by the way. Don't forget me.

I only did the elliptical instead of that and the bike, too. I was so blah. But I went backwards the last tenth of a mile, and it hurt so good. It was HARD. I'm going to try to do more each time. It really works out the thigh area. You just have to get passed that screaming as well.

When I got home, Liz and Aubrey were having this clothes buying party, and they had snacks and cookies, and cakes and all kinds of stuff there. I grabbed a large plate of fruit and made my way to my room, away from temptation...

Today was great. Found out at work that I only have to work til Tuesday, and then I'm off the rest of Spring Break! YAY!!! I GET TO GO SEE MY MOM IN DESTIN!!!!! :) Christina, you're my hero, and I love you forever and ever! Thank you for giving me an amazing schedule!

It was really pretty outside today, so I went home after work, had some lunch, took about an hour nap or so, and went walking in River Road Park with my thither, Kate, to catch up, exercise, and whatnot. It was pretty much glorious. Then we went to pick up some fruit from Publix and went to Molpage's house to watch First Wives Club and Monty Python. The night involved a narrow escape from water chestnuts, but I survived. Praise Jesus!

Now I'm blogging. And talking to Alan about how I'm going to become famous for my blog. I'm not so sure that 9 followers equals fame.

Lame.

Last Day

Alright. I'm already tired of doing this 30 day challenge thing. I'm going to use it more as guide lines now. If I can't think of anything to write, then I'll just refer to the list. 

I've noticed lately that I have three new followers, for a total of 9! This is...improvement...? So, welcome to my blog. I'm strange. I'm emotional. I am me. So, enjoy, Donna, J.J. & Jacob. 

How much you want to bet they'll never realize they're mentioned in one of my posts? Because I don't plan on posting this one on FB. So, just for kicks and giggles, comment on this post when you realized you were mentioned. 

I'm not entirely sure what that will prove, but whatever.

Today was nothing special. Woke up, went to class, worked out, went to class for a midterm I feel pretty good about, then home for a nap, then church. Sang one of my favorites for the Ash Wednesday service, Restore My Joy. Beautiful piece. The composer's name isn't coming to me at the moment.

Now I have to study for Psychology. 

...And mentally prepare myself to practically move in to the pharmacy for Spring Break. Yeah, you enjoy your time off and your LAST MINUTE beach trips. I won't be getting any. 

My Lenten Promise

That will hopefully be a lifetime promise.

I am promising to no longer eat my feelings (and try not to speak them either). When my feelings are hurt, when my heart's broken, when I'm so angry I can eat a whole box of mac&cheese, I will refrain from doing so, and instead, I will put on my socks and shoes and drive over to the Rec to "work it out." Or even just around my apartment complex. I will stick to my WW and I have sworn off soft drinks. And, as much as I hate to say it, sweet tea.

This is where I need your help: BE MEAN TO ME. If you see me eat something that probably looks more than 10 points or is overall unhealthy, just say "Amy, that's going to make you FAT(TER)." Or "I thought your butt was big enough already...You don't need the help!" I won't get mad. I won't get sad. I will simply respond. "You're right! Thanks!" And I'll be on my way.

If you see a soft drink in my hand because I "had a craving," TAKE IT AWAY.

Get me a carrot cake for my birthday. Made entirely out of CARROTS. Or broccoli.

"Mmm...what a delicious carrot cake..." O_o

It may sound like I'm joking. But I'm totally not. Help me be accountable for myself. I mean, be nice about it if you want, but make sure it's affective.

Kate: No more church dinners for me. DON'T LET ME DO IT. And no more Swen. Unless you see that I can provide you with WW point proof, complete with internet sources. 

Gigi: Your cupcakes can easily be associated with Mt. Doom. Quite frankly, you don't need to put that huge glob of icing on your cupcakes. I only eat them because of the cake, anyway. Point being, the day I came with Elizabeth after lunch to try your PB cupcake was the last time. If you see this person come in your bakery, turn them AWAY.

also...

Lawson: My dear, sweet Lawson...There will be no more runs to China Garden for me. If that's even the name... But we will paint, soon! And I will bring an apple! :)

Emily: Applebee's only from now on, Em. I'm afraid if we take our little dinner/movie dates to Mexican restaurants, I'll only eat my weight in chips & salsa, and then continue with cleaning my dinner plate. Can't happen anymore. Applebee's got dat WW menu!! Oh, and I love you. I'm glad you're back in my life. :)

Help me out here, Florence...

Exodus 15:2 "The LORD is my strength and my defense; he has become my salvation. He is my God, and I will praise Him, my father's God, and I will exalt him."

I'm an idiot

Well, I take THAT back! And I'm not talking about the title. Next time, I'm keeping my mouth shut.

Jazz, you're about to get a new brother or sister. Might as well start the collection now...

I am such a freaking idiot.

Day Eight: Three Things

Person #1: I'm pretty sure I could fall in love with you. And I'd like for that to happen. Distance or not. If you'd like to give me a chance, I'd greatly appreciate it. I know I'm not the thinnest, prettiest girl in the world, but I'm working on the thin part, and I'd like to think I'm a nice person. Most of the time. And some people find me funny. And I like to sing. I'll sing to you. Anytime you want. I also love your voice. Melt my heart. But yeah. These are things I'll probably never say because I don't want to go through the rejection process.

Person #2: To be honest, I actually don't like you at all. I tolerate you.

Person #3: You definitely hurt my feelings the other night. Also, you're welcome.

I feel oddly exposed...I'm going to bed.

Day Seven: Literacy

Yes, I read. I read as often as I can. Which hasn't been much lately because of school and work. It really sucks. There are a lot of books I want to read so badly. Maybe this summer.

Favorites: Harry Potter, LOTR, The Summer King, etc, etc.

Blah Blah Blah.

Boring post.

Day Five & Six

Alright, so, I left my house at 9:30 yesterday morning and didn't get in until after 12am. I just don't love all five and a half of my readers enough to write at 1am. Though I'm sure it would have been pretty entertaining.

I do love you, btw. All 3.645 of you.

Anyway, five places to visit... I have a feeling this blog isn't going to be very witty on my part. Pretty straight to the point.

1. Scotland: The Motherland. First of all, I'd like to discuss the fact that Scotland isn't technically listed as a country on maps. Have you noticed that? I mean, some nerve. So we have our token Scottish Soccer Hooligans, but that doesn't mean you have to take away our (...their) right as a country. Was it Mel Gibson that ruined it for you? As he has pretty much ruined his life?

Alright. I'll give you that. It's Mel Gibson's fault.

There's no place I'd rather go, other than my No. 2 option, than to Scotland to backpack around with my camera and a friend. And to eat breakfast with Sean Connery. Why, yes...I DO know where he has breakfast.

2. Ireland. See above.

3. New Zealand. Oh my Lord. If there's anything I've learned from Lord of the Rings, it's that New Zealand is truly a magical place.

4. Russia. Mainly just because I want to wander the streets of St. Petersburg and sing "Once Upon a December."

5. Germany. Again. Just because it's breathtaking.

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DAY 6

Musician that inspires me? I think that's what 6 says.

Um. Right now it's got to be Adele. She's just amazing. I really don't have anything to add to this in depth. Music in general inspires me. I find it impossible to narrow it down to one band/ musician.

My apologies for a not-so-exciting blog.

And let me just say... I am so very proud of my Children of Eden.

Day Four: Blog Name

Alright, so, originally my blog name was Green Is For Boogers. When I started the blog, I couldn't think of a name off the top of my head, so I remembered a conversation I pretty much had with myself a couple of days before.

Me: Amy...You know when you say that green is your favorite color?

Me: Yeah...

Me: Are really sure about that?

Me: Why wouldn't I be?

Me: Why do you always make things blue? WHY is it that your default, go-to color is aways blue?

Me: O_O Um. It's...nice?

Me: WHY NOT GREEN, HMM?!

Me: I don't know! D: I don't think I really like green all that much!

Me: You've been LYING to me!!

Me: Green is nice! I like it, too! But BLUE! HAVE YOU SEEN IT??!? Cerulean?! HELLO!!

Me: What is green to you, then, huh?? What does green mean to you?!

Me: GREEN IS FOR BOOGERS!!!!

O_O

It is. It's nice and all. But they're the colors of the bats in your cave. But it's also THE color of Ireland. But Blue is for SCOTLAND!

And then, I thought...Red. I'm a redhead. Redheads are freaking amazing. Gingers, come one, come ALL! To GINGERS ANONYMOUS! YESSSSSSS! Gingers Anonymoussssssss!!!

It kind of just came to me. Reminds me of a favorite quote of mine that I stand by...

"It takes balls, passion, and intelligence to love a redhead."

I'm sorry if you find that explicit. But thou shalt not tell lies. 

P.S. Emily Guy is one of my favorite redheads!

P.S.S. SARAH IS COMING TO VISIT MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!! :D

Day Three: Write About Your Day in Great Detail

Alright. This has the potential to be very long. Or it could be fairly short. It depends on how much I actually remember.

I woke up this morning at around... 9:45, thanks to my bladder. And decided not to go back to sleep. I felt like I needed to be productive, which meant eating breakfast, watching T.V., and playing Bejeweled. However, being on Weight Watchers, I decided not to have breakfast. So, I walked into the living room, said good morning to Aubrey who was on her computer, and sat down in the arm chair and played Bejeweled. Then I got the [not so] brilliant idea to curl my hair. I had watched a YouTube video the previous night about how to do a 1940s hairstyle. Carly has to be the inventor of chocolate chips next Wednesday for her class, so I thought if I had time, I'd play around with her hair. So, that's what led me to the decision to do my own hair. Bad idea.

(I don't know who this is).

FIRST of all, I have way too much hair. What I was thinking, I DON'T KNOW. I started with the bottom with a curling iron. Am I stupid? It takes other people 2 hours to curl my hair, why on EARTH did I think I was going to do it any faster? Plus, when I do my own hair, I somehow lose my powers of hand-eye coordination. That curling iron sucked it right out of me, because it knew it had the upper hand. It was hotter than Hell, and it was going to make me go all stupid so that I burned myself. And it succeeded.

I haz a burn on mah finga. D:

Then I got Liz-a-beth's rollers. And that was an even bigger mess. Not only did that not work, but my head was a semi-curly, semi-scraggly frizz ball. So much for practice...

Then, I decided it was lunch time before I went to school. I had a Healthy Choice pasta thing that didn't fill me up, but it was 8 points. What's that about? I then went to Biology. Listened to Adele 21 as I made my way to class. And as embarrassing as this is to admit, I make myself sit all the way at the top of the lecture hall, in the back row, because I JUST fit in those seats. =/ I can't even use the little desks. Which is why I took this fat lard of a self to the rec.

Ah, the Rec. We meet again. I find this place intimidating as it is. And the fact that the elliptical in the very center of the room called me over didn't help my cause. When you're my size, starting out on the elliptical is probably not the best thing in the world. Not two minutes into the workout, I was all ready to collapse. However, I stuck through it for at least a mile, because I knew all those skinny b-tards would laugh in my face if I got off after two minutes. That thought made me angry. So, against my body's will, I surged though. 1 mile. And then I left without regret. Until I got to the stairs and my calf muscles decided that they would protest. I felt like a Barbie doll, you know, the way their feet remain in the pointing position? It wasn't even that it was painful...they just didn't want to work! So I had to walk down the stairs painfully slow to ensure that I didn't go flopping down the steps like fish out of water.

Tomorrow... I shall ride the bike. -nod- Then maybe, MAYBE, the elliptical once more on Saturday. Maybe.

I made it home alive and took a shower, blah, blah, blah, and ate dinner. A SmartOne. Then it was working time. I got to work a whole two hours at the pharmacy today. Had a great conversation with a kid who is probably in college, but I wonder...

Kid: Yeah, I'd like to pick up for _________.

Me: Alright. That'll be $120.

Kid: How can that be? One of those is a refill.

Me: -_-

Refills in the pharmacy are NOT like refills at Taco Bell, Moron. They're NOT FREE.

My brain is starting to hate me right now. So let's sum this up:

Went to store, got groceries, went home, have a headache, and eating broccoli. NOM.

FINIS!

My Thither.

Seeing as how my next "assignment" is for me to talk about my day in great detail, I should probably wait until tonight to make that post. So this isn't exactly my official post for the day. But it's still important.

I'm dedicating this blog to my big thither (as in "sister" with a lisp).

She's pretty much an angel. A gorgeous angel sent to me by God. I firmly believe that. She is one of the most patient, gentle, kind people I know. And she is truly a servant to God and others.

OMGah, does she make me laugh. My most epic, old-man-wheezing laughing fits have been with this redhead. Homegirl can SANG, too! In fact, she's on her way this weekend to audition, and she's going to be AMAZING. She's the best person in the world to sing in the car with. Especially musical theatre. We harmonize. We take our own parts. We rock it, we roll it. We put on Broadway shows in the small space of our cars. And it's EPIC.

I look up to her. She's beautiful in every single way you could possibly define the word.

URBAN DICTIONARY, help me out, please!! : D

1. Kate : A girl's name for the coolest person you will ever meet.

2. Kate: gorgeous, lovely, just generally amazing

3. Kate: A girl's name. Most girls named Kate are gorgeous, clever, friendly, lovely, generous, kind, have a good sense of humour, are quite spontaneous


Yep, pretty much!


Good luck this weekend, my friend. Know that you are missed ALWAYS and loved EVEN LONGER. :)

Day Two: 10 Likes and Dislikes

a/n: These are in NO particular order.

Likes:

1. Singing. The past year has been hard for me. Changing majors, no clue what my future has in store, not even sure if I'd be able to sing again like I love. I have tried to tell Singing, "Go away. Get a life. We're no longer friends." Singing didn't listen to me. It kept bothering me. It would show up in my car, the shower, the shows my friends are in that I wish I could be in. It wouldn't leave me the heck alone. Finally, we came face-to-Singing. We hugged it out and have been in love ever since. I'm only using Psychology to get my degree. Don't tell him that, though... he's been talking about maybe seeing a Psychiatrist about his problems...

2. Cats. I LOVE CATS. I do. I have a big baby and an annoying baby. Sassy is an 18 year old orange tabby. He's also a boy. When I was five years old, Homeward Bound was my favorite movie. I'd be damned if my cat's name wasn't going to be Sassy. Boy or not. Of course, we were also told by the woman that gave him to us that he was a girl. Vet kicked THAT in the pants when Sass was two. He's now mean, old, and senile. But still beautiful.

Then there's Jasper. Got him on a whim two years ago. And he's just plain OBNOXIOUS. (We're fighting right now, so I'm not posting anything sweet. Hmph).

3. I like Mt. Dew, but I have just recently had to tell him to take a hike because my new Weight Watcher friend does not approve. 

4. I like my friends. A lot. They keep me sane. And they love me for ME.

5. I know this is all "Things I like," but we're gonna make it "Things I LOVE." I LOVE my family. Especially these two...

6. I LOVE photography. I secretly wish that I'd actually be good at it. Along with affording a camera.

7. I like writing. 

8. I like to travel.

9. I like RAIN.

10. Absolute best for last. Jesus is my homeslice. He saved my life. I kind of love Him a LOT for that.

DISLIKES:

1. First and foremost - SPIDERS. And I refuse to post a picture of one of this terrifying monsters because I'll be too afraid to finish this post. I hate even the tiny ones. Because if your foot missed it and it gets away, WHERE DID IT GO?!? And then you sit in bed all night long, awake, with a blow torch in case the little [insert expletive here] comes back. Then your next day is screwed because you didn't sleep.

2. Mayonnaise. The very word makes me queezy. Also, I will not post a picture of this because I'll probably vomit and be unable to finish this post.

3. BAD GRAMMAR/SPELLING & IDIOCY. u know its not hard too type out all ur werds and capitalize when needed an act like youve ben to skool an know wat punctuation is. CUT IT OUT!

4. I hate Canadians. You can't trust them as far as you can throw the whole country. They're liars. They're lazy. They feed you those liar lies for three years until you finally wise up, thanks to friends with stalker tendencies, research this S.O.B. and find out they're not who they say they are. 

Ok, so maybe it's just one Canadian in particular. Because I really like Celine Dion.

5. Hot weather. I hate summer. I hate to sweat. I hate shorts. I look like a beached whale in them.

(Me in shorts below...)

6. I hate school.

7. I'm not a big fan of my job right now. Not saying I hate it. Not at all. I just...don't like it so much at the moment.

8. I hate it when people lie to me. 

9. I hate that I watch "Say Yes to the Dress" as much as I do. Sad business.

10. I hate that my mom and step-dad live so far away now!! WAH!!

THE END!!

Day One

I totally stole this from sweet Jenna LoserFace. ;) I have no muse lately, and this will get me up and writing again.

Basic things about myself... Hmm.

I'm a redheaded, Scotch-Irish kid. I just changed my major from Vocal Performance to Psychology. And I don't know when I'll EVER graduate. I also hate it when people ask me that question. I'm pro-grammar. I'm a pharmacy tech trying to decide if I actually like it or not. I have the bestest friends anyone could ever ask for, and a church family I love. Also a very large family-family that I love. Once I get my degree, I'm making my move to New York where I already have a voice teacher waiting for me. I'm hurrying, Gloria!! :)

I'm obsessed with Harry Potter.

I adore cats. Especially my own, Jasper.

And I'm a pretty big girl trying to find a guy that's happy with who I am, not what I am. In God's time.

Erm. I think that's about all.

**EDIT**

REWIND!!! Um, how could I forget the fact that I am impossibly terrified of spiders and mayo? HOW. COULD. I????