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. 

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. 

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.

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...

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?

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. 

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. 

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

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???