Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Red Bull and Ramen

It's 4:30 in the morning, my stomach is filled with Ramen and Red Bull, I've written one paper, I'm about half done with another, and there's an infomercial on TV about losing weight through hypnosis filled with clearly photo shopped pictures. And I'm not even tired. I'm clearly on a college high right now. 

Monday, April 28, 2008

Updates

Day 3 of fabulous hair. This can't possibly persist... Bumps are spreading, but some seem to be disappearing. I can only look at this optimistically because earlier in the evening when I looked at it pessimistically I had a mini break down and well I just can't do that too often. Bridal shower seems to be progressing well enough. Invitations will be sent out tomorrow. I think that's it for me. Oh and I have a spectacular boyfriend- be jealous. 

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Miserable at Best

I am miserable. I itch everywhere and I look disgusting. Even my best friend told me the bf deserved a medal if he touched me. If this thing spreads to my face I don't know what I'll do. I have never been this frustrated. And I have homework to do and lots of it. I also apparently have spiders in my room (one has been trapped under a bowl for about 30 hours now). If I hadn't had such a great day shopping with my friends I would look just like this baby right now. I feel ya little man.

Great Hair Day and A Memory

First and foremost I am having a wonderful hair day, I feel like Charlotte from Sex and The City. Now on to the bulk of this blog. I have such wonderful memories from my Grandma and Pa's house in Chesterton when I was growing up and they are constantly popping into my head, spurred by some unknown but welcome trigger. Today when my friends and I were driving home from Ft Wayne one of my favorites popped into my head. My Pa built their house and he was constantly adding on back porches before I was born and because of this there was a back porch, a way back porch, and a way way back parch. I'm not kidding in the slightest, that's actually how we referred to them. I loved the way way back porch. It was all screened in, had a metal roof, and it protruded from the house so it was surrounded by the yard on three sides. There was a big hanging swing for 3 or 4 people. And then there was a little tiny one made for us grandkids (small enough so that by the time they passed away when I was 13 or 14 my butt couldn't fit in it and if you had seen my little ballerina butt back then, well it wasn't very big at all). I used to love swinging in the little one, we all did and my sister and I would always argue over it. There was also a metal canoe hanging on one wall and a lot of random things hanging on the others from other countries from when my Pa was in the Pacific during WWII. Many of my memories from the house include both my sister and I but this one is uniquely mine. I remember that every time it rained I would go and sit on one of the swings and listen to it pound on the metal roof. I'd just sit there day dreaming and listening to the rhythm and watching it batter my Pa's tomatoes in the garden directly in front of me and my Grandma's Lilies in the garden to my left. Sometimes Pa would come out and sit with me, sometimes we'd talk but not always. He and I always had a special connection and we didn't need to talk. When we did though I'd tell him my childish fantasies about how the big tree with the shimmering leaves in the distance was magic and how I really wanted to walk to it but I though it was too far. He would just listen. Sometimes when he wasn't there I'd make up songs, usually about that tree and just sing to my hearts content. There was almost always the smell of roast beef coming through the back porch, the way back porch, all the way to me in the way way back porch, my Grandma always made it because she knew how much I loved it. It was rare to walk into that house and not smell food, and it almost killed me when we came in after she had gone to a nursing home and that smell was gone. I don't know how to explain how terrifying that was, to know that my years and memories in that house were going to end. But I digress. The smell of roast beef was mingled with the smell of the rain and a clean dirt smell. The air was usually cool but muggy and I would sit there for as long as my mom would let me or until someone came to get me to eat dinner or play Clue. I know this memory is a little random, but whenever they come to me I have this need to write them down because my worst fear is that I'll forget them. My Grandma and Pa were everything to me and I would give anything to just hug one of them again. My memories of them and their house are wonderful but they're also bittersweet and it just kills me to think that there are people in my life that I love that will never get to meet the people that in all seriousness made me who I am. I miss them more than I ever thought it was possible to miss anyone. Anyway, I treasure this memory of the way way back porch and the rain and I'm sorry if sharing it with you brought your moods down at all, it's a happy memory really, the happy memory of a blessed child.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Nothing Much

Well the BF is gone this weekend and this leaves my weekend a little empty. I had every intention of getting a lot of work done, but so far... Well this is what I've done so far: played with toys in the dollar store, went to the library to get books to make a lesson plan, looked at rings and dresses online with Hermione (neither of us are interested, they're just so pretty), ate pizza, ate a peanut butter sandwich, ate some goldfishes, ate a popsicle, watched two episodes of Reba with Hermione, chased a spider around my room, and now I'm blogging. Now exactly productive... And my pityrisais is itching me like crazy... And I really really miss my dog...

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Help Me! Bridal Shower!

This whole thing started out a little crazy but a few things happened and now I'm planning my best friends bridal shower even though I'm just a bridesmaid. Now honestly, I love to plan certain types of things, and this would be one of them. However, there are a few problems. The first of which being that although I understand that my 20s will probably be spent in a whirl of my friends bridal showers and weddings this is my first one, so I'm a little mystified about what needs to be done. I've been to many many weddings, but no bridal showers. The second problem is that she and I are complete opposites. Where I would want yellow and blue she wants hot pink and orange. Where I would want flowers she would want crepe paper. Where I would want Dean Martin playing she would want B. Spears. Now this is one of the things that makes us such wonderful friends, however it does not help when it comes to planning something for her. I did find the perfect invitations, not only are the flowers her wedding flowers but those are also her wedding colors. 

Anyway, so I need some help. I just don't know any of the basics. I don't even know how to address the card! Do people care? If I put *****'s bridal shower, or to celebrate *****'s upcoming wedding, will people flip out? Or will they even notice? And what about the time? It starts at 11 but is there an end time? And if so how long do these things last? And what about party favors? I just found out I needed to get those a few days ago! The whole thing is ridiculous! And people are supposed to kind of dress up aren't they? Do I put that in the invite or do they just know? And what about where they're registered? Do I just put in a little card that says ***** and **** are registered at such and such a place? Or is that tacky? I don't know why it would be, but maybe it is, maybe there is an entire secret language and structure to wedding society and I'll probably disobey all of them and her bridal shower will be shunned. Well wouldn't that be fan-fricken-tastic?

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

So number one. I am not contagious. Number two. I am not gross. Number three. I have feelings so don't run away from me. I have a rash. Ugh I hate that word. It's so disgusting. When I went to the doctor the receptionist asked what I had and I whispered "I have a rash". I was positive that it would turn into a Friends episode and she's say, "What did you say" "A rash" "What?" "A rash" "What's that dear? I can't hear you." "I HAVE A RASH!" Luckily this didn't happen, but she did give me a look and that look said, "You are a dirty person and I bet you have syphilis!" Anyway, I have digressed so far away from where I was going. So yes I have a rash. I have Pityriasis Rosea. You may google it if you like, but the pictures they show are really bad cases. Anyway like I said, it's completely not contagious. No one knows for sure how you get it either, it's kind of a mystery. But anyway this is what happened. First I got this big splotch on my back, two weeks later I had little splotches all over my stomach, chest, and back. Turns out I'm stuck with it for at least another two weeks and it probably won't go away for about a month so that should be a blast... Anyway, I'm so terribly self conscious about this whole thing, you have no idea, and I've been having dreams about going to Forever 21 with my friends and when the employees see I have a rash they kick me out and put my picture on the wall and ban me for life and my friends just laugh at me. What is with the obsession with Forever 21? I should be getting paid for this! Anyway, so it super sucks and I felt like maybe blogging about it would make me feel better... 

Congratulations Dena!

First of all, congratulations to my beautiful cousin Dena! She and her boyfriend of two years got engaged last night! She's 28 and my grandma has been jabbing at us all (not so much me thank goodness) for great grandkids anyway so its about time! I blame her for the absence of great grandkids though, us Glassley women are notoriously independent and that must be where we get it from! Anyway, I promised a Spring Formal blog and I shall now deliver. So this was my second year with the same date. Now some of you might think, "Char, you went to the same formal, in the same place, with the same guy. Why do it all again? Doesn't it just get boring?" and I would say in reply, "Why I'm glad you asked. Actually you are wrong. It just gets better, like a fine wine, a fine wine that I cannot yet legally drink, hmmm.... But anyway, yes, it's better!" This year's formal was completely amazing! However, I must say that I have never seen two boys (we went with his roommate and his gf) put up such a stink about dancing. They complained the entire way to Ft. Wayne. They complained for the first hour. When Mary and I went to the bathroom we were sure we'd come back to find them gone and hiding underneath a table somewhere. Fast forward two hours later and you'll see me begging him to stop dancing because my super cute Forever 21 shoes are killing me and I want to sit down and him adamantly refusing. Boys. So now I'll share some pictures! First a few serious ones, then some funnies. 

Isn't he handsome?? Now for the funnies!




Hotness

I plan on writing three blogs tonight, here is the first. 


It was hot today in North Manchester. Too hot. It has passed my quota of hotness and it killed the daffodils. I was not happy. 

Monday, April 21, 2008

Rock It

I would say 90% of the time I hate hate talk shows. Dr. Phil? How about Dr. Cocky-Self Righteous-Butthead. Opera? How about Oh-No-Pera (yeah that's a stretch...). But anyway, I fully admit to LOVING Tyra Banks. She is amazing, and I love how she shows all of her body flaws and how when she does it she uses a phrase that totally escapes me at the moment to express her love for her flaws and how everyone else can just bug off. I don't remember what it is, but it's powerful. For realz. Anyway, when it came to Spring Formal (whole blog about that later) and the thought of dresses and what not, I couldn't help but think of all of my body flaws and how finding the right dress would be stressful beyond words, just like always, and more than likely involve tears at some point because my under average chest wouldn't be able to hold it up or the perfect dress would only come in a 5 or something. Luckily, thanks to Forever 21, all of my worries of finding a dress were completely availed because somehow they ALWAYS have my size and dresses that fit my body. But anyway, back to the flaws. So last year, I tanned like crazy, curled my hair, etc. This year I decided to take a leaf out of Tyra's book and rock my flaws. ("Rock It" is a trademark of C. Glassley Industries and you can not use it). So pale skin? Rock it! I wore dark fuchsia, it makes your skin look all creamy and glowy a la Nicole Kidman and now I can laugh when the tanners are wrinkled and bacon-y (inside joke) when they're old. Besides, pale skin was all the rage in the 1800s... Small chest? Who cares! Rock it with confidence! Us small chested women can wear just about anything without looking slutty, take advantage of it! Ginormous forehead? Rock it! Pull the hair back completely, no bangs, they're just a crutch! Short legs? Rock it! Empire waist dress and you'll have legs for days!

 So this blog is getting a little too peppy, I've totally overdone the exclamation points and I think it's time to end this one. But I think I got my point across. Why bend our bodies to fit some other ideal. I have a big forehead, nothing will change that, even if I try to hide it you can tell. I'd rather rock it and make all the little forheaded girls wish they had big foreheads. 

Sunday, April 20, 2008

This Is Not Sociology Homework

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car) -
Cozy Sebren (sp?)

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie) -
Strawberry Chocolate Chip (does not sound gangsta)

3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name) -
C*Gla

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal) 
Yellow Puppy

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) -
Adell Baitsville (oooh I like it! very southern belle!)

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first) -
GlaCh

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink) -
The Blue Cream Soda

8. STRIPPER NAME: ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy) -
Vanilla Kisses haha that's good

9.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names ) -
Adella Richard

11. 
TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same
letter) -

Haddad Houston 

12. SPY NAME/BOND GIRL: (your favorite season/holiday, flower) -
Spring Tulip

13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothingyou’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”) -
Pear Sweatie (ewww)

14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree) -
Subway Redbud (I didn't have breakfast, but I did have Subway after church...)

15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”) -
The Reading Snow Tour

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Two Things

1. Proof I Am Crazy: Last night by boyfriend and I went to Applebees and he got boneless buffalo wings. At some point while he was eating them I asked what type of meat Buffalo Wings were. "Seriously Char, seriously? (very Grey's Anatomy) They're chicken. What did you think they were?" I think I knew that they were chicken, it certainly looks like chicken, and I've had them before and thought to myself "hmm self, too bad this isn't beef because you like beef better" which leads me to believe that I knew it was chicken. I just never put it together. The worst part is that after this realization he likened me to Jessica Simpson a la Newkyweds. Never good.

2. Who Are You: No really, who are you? Who is reading this? I've only had that counter for 2 weeks and this blog has been viewed 600 times. Which wouldn't be weird except that I only have 6 blog friends. So unless they are completely stalking me other people are reading this. People I don't know. I started this blog so that people I don't know would read this. So, if you read this, and you aren't listed as a blogging buddy, totally leave me a comment! Firstly because I am a comment whore and I love them! And secondly because the curiosity is eating me alive! WHO ARE YOU???

Wicked Little Girls

I am scared of girls. How weird is that? But really, I am. I can totally identify with guys because I agree that girls are scary. I feel like they judge everything. Now this is weird, because I am definitely a girl, but you know what, I think that's why I'm scared of them. As a girl I get an inside into everything they talk about and guess what? They really are that judgmental! Well not all of them, I do my darndest not to judge people and I have friends that do too, but there's not very many of them. I worry more about what to wear when I go out with the girls than when I go out with my boyfriend, because I know my boyfriend thinks I'm beautiful no matter what (plus he's a guy so he doesn't really notice what I'm wearing unless I'm showing an unusual amount of skin) but I know that the second I leave the room those girls are going to rip apart everything, from what I wore to what I said! And maybe they aren't, maybe I'm just super suspicious. But when I'm the one left in the room after a girl leaves, 9 times out of 10 this is exactly what happens.  Boys don't do that. And because of this I find myself stressing over everything from if I look too skinny (oh she's totally anorexic!) to what I say (she is trying way too hard!) to what I wear (did you see that shirt?). I feel like I am always the underdog in a group of girls, which is weird, I have no idea why I feel this way, but I always feel like everyone else is on the "in" and I'm on the "out" and need to prove myself to get "in". Weird huh? And maybe all girls feel this way, that would be great, but I have a sneaking suspicion that they don't... But anyway, I find girls somewhat frightening.

For the most part, I'd say that this particular blog made little sense and had almost no point. Which is exactly how I like it. And BTW the title is a song by Esthero.

Friday, April 18, 2008

WHAT?????

Ok there was just a freaking EARTHQUAKE in Indiana.


This is NOT a drill!!

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Thoughts...

I feel like I am in Ireland. The soccer field my room looks out to is gloriously green, and whether that is because it's actually green or because it just looks green in contrast to the ugly brown trees I don't care. The grass is green, and I am a happy girl. 


And I would be gloriously happy if it wasn't for the fact that...

...there is TB in my dorm. And I'm pretty sure that I am going to die a dramatic death because of it a la Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge. Complete with a song and dance number and a midget.
(She dies of TB in the movie for all of you that just think I'm babbling...)

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Don't Let Me Give You Directions

Char: You just take 14 to 5 to get to Huntington.


Hermione: Wait, what road?

Char: Take 114 to 5.

Hermione: Ok but which road? You just gave me two...

Char: No I didn't, 114 and 14 are the same road, people just drop the "1" sometimes so it's shorter to say.

Hermione:   No Char. It's not like a nickname. Those are two different roads. 

Char: Oh... Wait, really?

She had to make me look it up on a map before I believed her. 

Thursday, April 10, 2008

HP... And I Don't Mean Harry Potter

You know how when you put in a new ink cartridge your printer tries it out in a test paper? (an extraordinary waste of ink if you ask me) Well I did something to my printer to make it angry and blood thirsty and now it wants to do that all the time. It's like a little monster gobbling up my paper. Every time I turn it on to use it I have to stand on my chair (yup I'm to short to hit the buttons otherwise) and wait for it to grasp a piece of blank paper. It always makes the noise like it's going to suck it in a couple times, I think to throw me off, but usually I can catch it and then I quickly jab that little "x" button about 4 times and it spits it back out unscathed, victory for me. But anyway, it annoys me. 

Don't let it fool you, it looks sweet but it's evil...

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Creative Juices

My creative juices are a-flowing! Most of you probably don't know this but I'm pretty much a craft diva. This divaness tends to hit me in the summer and on weekends, but today I find myself overcome with the desire to cut, glue, decoupage, and paint everything in sight. Visions of patterned paper and paint colors are floating in my head like veritable sugar plums. But it's a wednesday. And I have an inconceivable amount of work to do. And I'm sequestered in a dorm room, the enemy of colored walls, where nails and paint are expressly forbidden. This is just terrible. So I did what I could, I organized my bookshelf by color (a little thing but it looks so much better!) but instead of quenching this thirst it just piqued it, now I'm practically in a rage of creativity! (perhaps an overstatement... perhaps...) As I see no other way to fix this I am going to share with you (aka the 6 people who know this blog exists, and as you're mostly boys you definitely don't care about this... hmm I need more girlfriends...) pictures of the diy blog that started this raging disease. 


First I saw this wonderful little cork-board, why no one else has ever thought to cut the board into an insanely adorable design is beyond me...
Next is my absolute favorite and I have every intention of doing this in my future home (with completely different colors however). It's a door, stained, the panels covered in cloth or paper, covered with glass, and put on legs. The perfect dinning room table! The big picture was waay cuter, but you get the idea... 
Now this one I plan on doing as soon as I get home for the summer because my little sister is painting her room this summer and I know she would love this little chandelier!
Lastly, this I also plan on doing this summer because it's just super cute and soooo easy to do.
Thank you for tolerating this breach in sanity....
All of these pictures came from http://www.designspongeonline.com/2008

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Quads... Aching...

So, word on the street is that people don't like my jogging song (I wrote about it earlier). I can't say I'm surprised- I'm not sure I know anyone who likes it besides me come to think of it... But anyway, no biggie, I just think you're stupid... So the throbbing pain in my quads was my little reminder all day to blog about jogging this past weekend. Saturday was the most gorgeous day I've seen in my whole life (March always leaves me a little desperate so ignore the dramatization) and my legs were just itching to run. So around 2 I put on my old cheerleading shoes and grabbed my little mp3 player (nope I have not yet jumped on the ipod bandwagon despite the beautiful powerbook I'm writing this blog on... why would I ever need 8,000 songs?) and I was off! So my first mistake was not listening to my jogging song first. I was too impatient and I was feeling a little too big for my britches, I didn't think i needed it. Well I did and it doesn't have the same affect when you're on the last leg of the race or when you're on the last breath in your lungs... My second mistake is how I rationalize the whole thing. Now, my idea is that I am just going to run until I'm absolutely exhausted, that way I still have the whole way to run again to get home and I make sure I push myself. But the thing is, I haven't really run in like a year or so... And maybe a 2 mile jog the first time out was a mistake... Maybe... And, maybe I had to stop once in awhile. However I've discovered that the mp3 player is the perfect coverup. When I'm exhausted and my legs feel like they might turn to jello I just stop and pretend to be searching for a song I want to hear, I wave at all the people out raking their leaves and they never suspect a thing. I think that this is incredibly clever, and so I have a tendency to do it quite often- because it's clever, not because I'm tired... My boyfriend always lectures me on this, he always tells me never to stop, just to slow down, well babe, there's a certain speed of jogging that is the last notch before it turns into walking and that is where I was. So technically I did just "slow down", I was borderline already. 

Unfortunately I'm not really feeling the writing today... I'm stressed beyond belief with five tests this week and bridal shower to plan (my best friend from HS is getting married in July, thats a whole other blog!). Hopefully tomorrow I can find the urge to really wow whoever reads this but today it just doesn't seem likely...

Monday, April 7, 2008

Pensieve...

There is this tiny part of me that wants to take on the world. I want to get my phD and become a professor, I want to right a book and be on the history channel. I want to see the whole world, I want to live in Chicago, I want to be the curator of the Field Museum, there are so many things. And that part of me doesn't care that much about getting married and even less about having kids, maybe when I'm in my 40s I'll settle down...
Then there's this other tiny part of me thats insanely maternal and wants a husband and 4 kids in the next 10 years, to live in suburbia, and spend my days shuttling kids to practices and cooking dinner... Soooo 1950s...
Most of me is somewhere in the middle, thank goodness, and wants a successful career doing something I love, a husband by maybe 27, and kids in my early 30s. That part of me is way more normal, yet that part of me misses out on a lot too when you add it up. 
I feel like women today are really conflicted, or at least I am. Nowadays little girls are brought up to know that we can do anything we want, anything is within our grasp, and I completely agree. Little girls can be whatever they want to be, we are just as good as men, maybe better as some things, maybe worse at others, but I think that depends  more on the person than on the sex. But I think little girls should be taught that they can have it all. The problem is that you have half the adults in your life telling you to go for the career and the life experiences and the other half asking when you're going to settle down. 
I was just thinking about this and writing things down helps me get them out of my head. It's like Pensieve. And with 5 tests this week, I need to empty my head of all unnecessary contemplations...
By the way I have a list of like 4 outrageously peppy and witty blog ideas so don't worry, the next ones will be a tad more interesting...

Friday, April 4, 2008

Clichéd

Right now I'm watching Frasier (that Daphne really cracks me up), blogging during the commercial breaks, and planning out my weekend. For the most part it doesn't look like I'm going to get to see my boyfriend very much which stinks but is not entirely unexpected. Between RHA and MAC our schedule for spring semester is pretty well packed. However, Saturday he was able to set aside some time for us to do something we've been taking about doing for ages. Well, I've mentioned in a past blog that I tend to leave the "love at first sight" to Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks (certainly the two most meant to be people in the entire world). Surely I could never pull off those romantic moments, those half smile glances looking out from underneath your eyelashes,  and those witty first meeting introductions. However, this weekends plan sounds perfectly amazing and may just rival Tom and Meg. Now, I'm wary to even say what it is for fear that some people might judge it, Hermione just looked at me in disgust and said, "That is so you two."  I decided to take it as a compliment. So this is the plan (withhold judgement until I make my complete argument). We're going to go to a State Park near campus to hike... and have a picnic... by a waterfall... Now give me a moment to explain myself! I know! Cliche! I get it. But you know what, for something to be "cliche" people have to think of it as unoriginal, but everything unoriginal was once original, and everyone though it was great then! I think just the fact that it is cliche now means that people don't do it anymore, so its back to being original! I just dare you to argue with that train of thought!  So I think that you have no right to judge it! I think the world needs a little more cliches. Now as Harry Potter and I are no Tom and Meg I fully expect that I will fall in a mud puddle, be rained on, and have frizzy hair. And I think that it is those imperfection in the fairy tale that make it suitable for real life, if everything was as perfect as the movies I think the world would most probably explode. 

Well, Frasier is over, which means it's time to go to class. I hope this blog opened your eyes to the wonderful world of cliches! I will now spend the rest of the day incessantly checking weather.com's 10 day forecast, so far so good, sunny, 65, 10% chance of rain....

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Robins Egg Blue

It's spring! I had an inkling this morning when I walked to meet my friend for lunch and a robin walked right in front of me, but my inkling was continually strengthened as the day progressed. Now at Manchester there is nothing strange about a squirrel walking so close to you you're forced off the sidewalk through squirrel intimidation, but the birds, they usually keep their distance, they know that there are no school rules protecting them from being chased or touched (oh yeah, MC has squirrel protection laws...). This little robin though, he wanted me to see him. I have a theory that each robin is designated a person to whom he is to formally announce that spring has sprung, and that little guy must have been mine. The real hard evidence came later though. My boyfriend was visiting with me this evening and we were looking up music online when all the sudden I heard something, well two somethings. First I heard a really steady spring rain. I don't know what the difference was
 but the rain we had earlier this week was not spring rain, it sounded different and it didn't smell right. This was a spring rain, it was fresh and clean and it smelled green. But there was something else too... crickets! I heard crickets tonight. It's been so long since I last heard them I wasn't even sure what they were at first. I had to make my bf turn the music down so I could listen. Two hours later and they are still chirping away, an unrelenting welcome to spring filled with promises of flowers and thunderstorms. What more could a girl ask for?

"And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."  - Anais Nin

And congratulations to Harry Potter, I'm glad that Filch found your wand!

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Fact VII

Fact VII > Well I've been remarkably serious and boring in my fact listing, and that's just not fun for anyone. I'm sure the moment I complete numero seven I'll be filled with hilarious anecdotes and wonderfully quirky stories about myself, but not now. So here's a kind of embarrassing one, but it could also be endearing, depends on how you look at it... Anyway, I have what I like to think of as conditional craziness. It's conditional because for it to occur three things must happen. Number 1, I must be at home. Number 2, it must late enough for me to be somewhat sleepy And number 3, I must be hyper. These three factors combine to form a craziness that is both hilarious and ridiculous all at the same time. I'll share three example of this with you, each showing a different side of this phenomenon. The first happened a good time ago, I was at home over a break from college and I was sitting on the living room floor, you know I always sit on the floor, even when a chair is available, I don't know why, it's kind of weird... But anyway, so I'm sitting on the floor and just randomly I say "Oranges are awesome because they're a fruit and a color." I don't know why I said it, but it seemed amazing at the time. Now that was a minor example, here's a more potent one.  Over spring break my sister, mom, and I had just got back from one of the many Easter things we had to go to at church (somehow my dad got out of it...). I don't know why, but I was super hyper and it was about 9:00 p.m. For some reason I decided to pull out my trusty Mac in the kitchen and turn on my itunes to the playlist that holds my old ballet warm ups (not what you'd think, I'm talking Aerosmith, I was a cool ballerina) and pretty much danced, jumped, ran like a crazy person around the downstairs. I chased Wicket (my dog) around until he started barking and we were both told to be quiet. One last example, this one is the most common type. One Sunday I was home after church and my fam and I were making lunch in the kitchen. Once again I pull out my trusty lil'Mac and this time turn on my oldies playlist. I sang and danced to every last song (they sang to some of them as well just for the record...), keeping my family entertained for a good amount of time until Wicket started barking at me and we got in trouble again, our fun tends to end that way. So that's it, my last fact. Now you probably think that I'm crazy and that my family is nuts as well, but not so. Well actually, probably we are, but oh well... Ok well it's time to go to bed for me. Hope you enjoyed my 7 facts, honestly I'm glad they're over, too much pressure!! 


I have a request that one person be tagged in this Fact Game, so there you go Ron, consider yourself tagged!

Fact VI

Fact VI > I loooove alliteration. When I say a sentence and each word starts with the same letter it's like my tongue is smiling. 

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Hogwarts Analogies Make Bad Days Better

I need a break from "facts" to complain. I don't like to complain, but you know what, it feels good to do it. To start off, I feel like absolute crap. My stomach hasn't made this much movement since that time Hacienda took an hour to serve me and the wafts of deliciousness from the kitchen tempted my tummy to become a gurgling monster. To add to this, I have a paper due tomorrow, and it's for a history class. Ironically I tend to get worse grades in my history classes because I'm good at history and unfortunately I know it. If I can do minimal work and still get a B+, then yes that's usually the avenue I will take. But anyway, because of this laziness I need to write a good paper, but also, because of this laziness, I have yet to start said paper. Now thirdly. I am a member of my colleges Resident Hall Association, actually I am the Vice President. I really enjoy it, I like to work hard and see people enjoy and appreciate the fruits of my labor. However, recently things have become such a mess. One member, let's call him Draco (yes I'm doing this in Harry Potter terms), seems to be rebelling? That may not be the word for it, but as I'm not entirely sure of what's going on I don't really have a better word for it. Anyway, things happened, my temper got the best of me and I made some not so kind remarks to Draco expressing my displeasure at his previous actions, or non-actions perhaps. I kept enough dignity to not raise my voice, but I am still ashamed. Not apologetic-ashamed, no no he was definitely in the wrong, but ashamed that I acted a bit like a middle school girl. It's not something I do often, which I've always prided myself on, but even worse, this time I didn't even do a good job of it... So more things happened and now Draco is in procession of knowledge that he shouldn't have. How he got it is a mystery that I think I can solve, but I'd really rather not because it implicates someone I'd rather not ever have to implicate. Then this evening I got more unsettling news first from Mr. Weasley, and then from Ron, (btw sorry for snapping at you Ron!) who I snapped at. Unfortunately it seems that my descending to middle school level has served as a signal to Draco that he may further delve into the depths of middle schoolishness armed with incomplete and incorrect knowledge. Now I don't know will happen, and I really don't like that. There's every possibility that Draco could get the rest of Hogwarts to follow him because they don't know the facts. And if they do, well I don't know what I'll do. My last hope is, well, Draco does turn good in the end of the books... right?


Update: Harry Potter is innocent, Draco remains to be seen...

Fact IV and V

Fact IV > I have the ugliest feet ever known to man kind. But I'm strangely proud of them because they can do amazing things in ballet shoes!


Fact V > I loooooooooove puzzles. Maybe it's nerdy, but I don't care, I love them and I'm good at them and you're jealous. 

Fact III

Fact III > I  really enjoy watching Frasier and The Golden Girls... I don't know why. I think I like TGG because when I was little it was on after Full House and I remember my mom never let me watch it because it wasn't "appropriate". So there, mom, I win.

Fact II

Fact II > For years I wanted to be a buyer for a big department store like Marshall Fields (tear) or Bergdorfs. I loved (love) fashion and made a point to watch the New York fashion week shows on TV every year. My plan was always to go to Purdue, major in fashion merchandising, and spend a semester studying at a design school in New York City. I even had a binder full of designs that I did in elementary using my Barbie Makeover stencils! Most of them I copied out of fashion magazines anyway... Oh yeah, I was that cool 5th grader reading Style and Elle! But senior year a well meaning history teacher convinced me to do otherwise, and I have to say that it was the right choice. I'm not cut throat enough to make in the fashion industry anyway, or tall enough!!


Fact III to follow shortly...

Blog Tag... Fact I

Blog Tag!

The Rules:
-Link to your tagger and post these 3 rules on your blog > check!
-Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird > getting there...
-Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs > yeah I don't know 7 people that blog so...
- Let them know they are tagged by leaving a com
ment on their blog > yup can't do that either...

So because of time constraints (my limited attention span, and the limited amount of time my creativity will remain active) I'm going to do this in a few different blogs tonight, well, hopefully all tonight... 

Fact I
I love Chicago. If I won oodles of cash and a 
free vacation to anywhere in the US on a game show, I would go to Chicago. I've been there probably a hundred times and I still love it. Sometime in late elementary I got to take classes at the Chicago Ballet, and quite honestly I hated it, it was on the 14th floor of some building on Wabash and they refused to use air conditioning because sweat is good for you (however, let me tell you, 90 degree July heat and sweaty pointe shoes filled with pus from your toes are not a good mixture...) Anyway, during the hours I waited with my mom and/or dad for the South Shore to come and rescue me we explored downtown Chicago. It wasn't my first time there, I had taken countless field trips to the museums and my grandma had taken me to Marshall Fields for Christmas, but it was the first time that I went and just walked around. I don't enjoy being on a schedule, I like to be able to do what I want to do and I love to look at things and observe. That summer was the first time I got to do that in Chicago, and it was the beginning of my love for that city. 

I love that it's always too cold or too hot so dressing appropriately is pretty much impossible, you'll wear a parka and I guarantee that it will be 70 degrees when you step onto Millennium Station platform. I like the crazy people on the South Shore and the people who will hand you a pamphlet on anything from Judaism to why George Bush looks like a monkey. I love LaSalle Street and how it looks so clean and pretty. I love the loop and the noisy El. I love how because everyone is so rude when you do smile at them or say excuse me they look at you like you just handed them a one hundred dollar bill (or they just stare down their 
stuck up noses at you...). I love going into buildings and getting in an elevator, pushing all of the buttons, then getting out on each floor to make a mad dash to the nearest window to check out the view! I love that Subway is the only fast food place that costs the same amount as in Indiana. I love that Chicagoans won't shop at Macy's. I love to hear the spirited debates over the Cubs and Sox in the streets. I love how it's always too busy and the lines are always too long. I love everything about that city! Honestly I could go on and on, and I'm sure in a future blog I will, but for now I think this is enough... 

Fact II tomorrow

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I love pretty pictures and fashion, decorating and paper. I use Harry Potter pseudonyms for all of my friends because as of now they are skeptical of the blogging world. I expect when we grow and up and move away and have babies we will all have blogs because that seems to be the thing to do. And when that day comes I will laugh and gleefully answer all their questions about blogger, thankful that they can finally share in the obsession with me! And secretly, I will be very proud that my archives stretch back much farther then theirs. Pennies From Heaven is where I write everything. I put my favorite photographs there, my favorite fashions, thoughts, stories, and humorous conversations between Hermione and I.

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