I Can’t Believe She Actually Hit Me!

Yesterday was much like any other day. I got off work and headed to school. I pulled into a parking spot near the back of the lot, parked and began my ritual of putting on a fresh coat of lipstick and powdering my nose. I was lost in my own thoughts while looking at my reflection when I was rudely jolted into consciousness by another car pulling in and hitting the front of my car! I snapped the visor mirror shut and stared at the driver who was now backing up a few inches so that she was no longer on top of my car. The driver did not meet my jaw dropped, appalled gaze. No courtesy wave. No mouthing of "oops" or "sorry". No getting out to make sure my bumper was still attached. No, this reckless SUV driving student did nothing. I kept on staring at her, in shock of this woman's ignorance and lack of common courtesy manners. Surely at any minute she was going to get out of her car and apologize. I had no idea what I should do. Do I walk over, pound on her door and demand an apology? Do I try to out wait her (at this point she is busy continuing to act like she is oblivious to me and collecting her things) and confront her then?

In the end I did nothing. I’m not a confrontational person and I was on my way to take a math test so, I did nothing. Seriously, what does one do in this situation? No damage was done to either of our cars. Really it was only a parking nudge, but it’s the principle of this person having the audacity to completely ignore the fact that she hit me. It irks me! It also irks me that I don’t know if I should have responded or not.

What would you have done?

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Damn Doctor Knows Best

Over the weekend I disobeyed the doctors orders and it felt great! That is, until Monday morning.

Friday I went to the X96 Big Ass Show with Karina the Russian. I was a lot more behaved than I was last year when I was running around getting my picture taken with every rock star I laid eyes on. But, when you have VIP tickets which give you access to free beer.... it would have been a shame to let it go to waste.

A few of the bands I really enjoyed watching were The Airborne Toxic Event (seriously in love with these guys! If you don't know who they are watch THIS), Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and of course Offspring. Offspring was the headlining band and they tore it up! It was so funny to watch Karina looking at everyone else sing along to the songs. "You don't know this one?" I would scream over the crowd. Then she would look at me with her of course I don't know this one I'm from Russia bitch look. I would of course laugh and she would tell me how she was going to take me to Russia and laugh at me when I didn't know the bands who were playing.

The next morning Karina and I went to brunch. I had coffee and the most amazing crab Benedict served over cornbread with an avocado relish. I'm drooling thinking about it again. I kept marveling as we sat outside on the patio at how I really felt OK. All of the symptoms from last week seemed to have magically disappeared. How amazingly wonderful for me!

Saturday night I went to 2 barbecues where the food, margaritas and wine flowed freely. I felt great and had a wonderful time. Then Sunday came along. Damn you Sunday. Such a fun wrecker. I studied for over 12 hours trying to make up for all of my play time then I had a stress induced anxiety attack.

So now here I am, back where I started. Taking several over the counter meds and eating bland foods. Apparently when they talk about school being a sacrifice they are not kidding. My body is telling me I can no longer play like I used to plus handle the stress of work, school and finances. I think it sucks. I think I SHOULD be able to handle it all. But sadly, superwoman left the building a long time ago.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Superwoman Can't Fly Right Now, Check Back Tomorrow

Sunday I was Superwoman, my alter-ego. I spent the morning doing homework, work projects and other obligations. Then I took a break to meet up with my family at the park to hide Easter eggs for the nieces and nephews. After hiding eggs, I went for a jog around the park then shopping at Wal Mart (no body cares if your sweaty and slightly smelly there) for some essentials. After I got back home I swept my porch and vacuumed my floors and couches, then went strait back to studying. I even made it to bed before midnight.

Yes, Sunday I was Superwoman. But now, Sunday is long gone and I'm afraid Superwoman has flown the coop.

I am utterly exhausted. I have no idea how to keep going at the rate I have been going. I know I am not the only person to work full time and go to school, but I don't know how to keep going like this. I leave my house at 7:30 every morning and don't get home until after 9 PM most days. When I finally unlock my door, drop my bags to the floor and change into my pajamas, I am spent. I want to do NOTHING but that is not exactly an option and stupid perky Superwoman is not around, so I have to literally force myself to get things done. I look like hell, makeup can only do so much to hide the dark circles from lack of a good nights rest. I am just plain overwhelmed.

The only thing that keeps me going? Just 3 more weeks until this semester is done, then I get a break.

I can do this... with or without my flaky Superwoman alter-ego.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

At the risk of ruining my bad ass image...

I am a fairly sensitive person. Even when I was a little girl my mother would tell me that I "wear my heart on my sleeve". What's worse it that I am very in touch with my crying genes.

Sad movie? Watch out for the waterworks because there is no stopping them.

Emotional television show (Greys, Private Practice, Brothers & Sisters, etc)? I keep tissues by the couch because it's inevitable.

Country music? I had to boycott it because I would be driving down the street and almost get in a wreck because I couldn't see through my stupid tears! I hate country music.

Recently my crying genes got the best of me while at school. No, it wasn't over a test or out of frustration. It was because my math teacher, who I have had for 2 semesters in a row, shared the story of having to put her dog down because cancer had ravaged his body. We all knew that her dog was sick and that he was her world. She would often talk about it to some of us before class got started. So when I came into class to see her eyes red, I knew something was up. She apologized to the class in advance stating that she was sorry if she seemed distracted, then continued to share the story of bringing her beloved pet to the hospital, his final moments and even some pictures that her friend had taken of their last moments together. I bawled. I wasn't alone either. The entire female population of the class was crying and some of the guys too. Honestly, how could you not?

After it happened, I told ED the story. He called me a sissy. I couldn't argue. If by sissy you mean that I am in touch with my emotions and my heart reaches out to people who are hurting and the only way it knows how to do that is through ruining my make up, then yes, I am a sissy.

I know some people will think that it was unprofessional of the teacher to take up class time to share her story, and maybe it was. I didn't mind though. Teaching is about all she has. She is a single retired woman who teaches because she loves it and honestly she is an amazing teacher. She lost the companion who was always waiting for her at home. It seems a little heartless to complain.

"Sissy"-fully yours,

Summer

Still haven't found what I'm looking for

I am on a quest to find the perfect lunch break study joint where I can get food, some peace and quiet and internet access. I have been rotating through 3 local coffee shops but hate that when I leave my hair always smells like toast for the rest of the day.

Downtown Salt Lake has a new incredibly beautiful library that I have heard is decent to study at, so yesterday I headed there. There was no street parking so I headed to the underground parking garage. I HATE underground parking! Is it just me or do they always seem like a murder scene? No one is around, every step you take echos, it is poorly lit... the man walking towards me with a baby stroller looks like he is going to pull a chainsaw out of it and start chasing me as soon as he gets closer. I have to remind myself that this is Salt Lake and not a slasher movie.

Anyway, parking at the library is free for the first 30 minutes and $1.25 for every 30 minutes after which seems a little steep to me. I walk down the hall where there are little cafe shops but realize quickly that you can not take food into the library with you so I pass them by. I walk through the metal detectors and it really is beautiful. Glass walls overlooking the city and the smell of old books. I start looking around trying to scope out a good place to hunker down for the next 45 minutes, carefully assessing the people around. I see no less than 4 (presumably) homeless guys hanging out. I head up a level to look for a more secluded area. I find a work station in the corner by a window. Shortly after I have all of my books out and am starting to add polynomials, one of the homeless dudes from down stairs comes and sits at a chair 2 desks down from me. No big deal until he falls asleep and starts SNORING very loudly. I breath deep, curse myself for not bringing headphones and keep working. Then snoring homeless guys buddy from downstairs comes and sits right across from me to read the paper. It's a public library, people can sit wherever they like, I get it. But I purposely found a place away from everyone and there were other empty desks close by so I start feeling like he did it just to fuck with me. I become a little paranoid and can't concentrate. All I hear is the snoring snoring snoring and I keep getting waves of the scent of cigarette smoke and dirty clothes from the guy sitting across from me who is intently studying a Sears ad like it is breaking news.

Finally I pack up my stuff and start to head out, half positive that the homeless duo are going to start following me, which of course they don't but it doesn't stop me from looking over my shoulder anyway. I feel like everyone is watching me as I walk out and I swear to you they were! I tell myself I am being ridiculous and if anyone IS looking at me it's just because they don't see many 6 feet tall women walking around and maybe I am a freakshow to them. I hustle out and as I am waiting for the elevator to go back to the slasher parking garage, another homeless guy who looks a little like Jesus, if Jesus had a lazy eye, won't stop stairing! I hit the elevator button again and sideways glance over and he is STILL stairing! Which if you are going to kill me fine, stair away. But if not, it's just considered rude! I finally make it to my car, pay the toll booth and head back to work.

After committing this story to words it is very apparent that I must have some serious fear of public places... or homeless dudes. Either way I don't think I will be going back to the public library anytime soon. I'll stick to the safety of my little coffee shops where I can see my car from the window thank-you-very-much. Obviously I am not cut out for life in a really big city. I'd be having anxiety attacks daily. I'm actually a little dissapointed in myself to be honest. I pride myself in being an independant bad ass chick. I don't like seeing myself as the stupid girl who when running from the chainsaw guy trips and just starts screaming while he keeps coming towards her. I want to be the girl who laughs in his face at his weak weapon then drop kicks him to the floor while yelling "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?" because that is what a bad ass chick should do.

Blogfully yours,
Summer

A slient protest

School this week has been occupying more of my time than my cat Aurora likes. She is sick and tired of me sitting at the computer desk or the kitchen table instead of the couch where she can lay on my lap. In fact, she is so tired of hearing herself bitch about it that she has decided to try a new not-so-subtle approach to letting me know just how she feels about college.


Oh Aurora! One day it will all be over and we can be couch buddies again. Until then I guess my teachers will have to deal with homework covered in cat hair.

Blogfully yours,
Summer

Sometimes you just need someone to tell you that you've done a good job

Last night I finished writing the first draft of my reflection paper. It is my first college English paper, written in MLA format and following all of the writing rules that we have learned so far. I have been working on it for about a week and I finally finished it at 10:30pm the night before it was due. I read through it several times and got really excited. My first real college paper! A piece I am calling "Starting Over". I was so excited that I wanted to share it with someone. But who would think I wasn't crazy calling them so late to read them a 4 page essay all about me?

The boyfriend had already gone to bed and so had the Russian BFF. I tweeted about it to see if anyone was online. My beloved friend and fellow college student Sarah, who I almost just called, responded but it was after I had already given up on Twitter. So I called the people who I knew had an obligation to be there for me, my parents.

Me: "Hi Dad, is Mom awake?"

Dad: "No she had to be to work at 5 this morning so she is asleep. Is everything OK?"

Me: "Yeah, I just thought she might find my college paper interesting and was going to make her listen to it. How do you feel about listening to it?"

Dad: "I could do that."

Me: "Are you sure? It's like 4 pages long, but I am really excited about it."

Dad: "Sure."

So I read my essay that I had poured my heart into to my Dad over the phone. Being the wonderful parent that he is he gave me his full attention and when I was done he validated that what I wrote was indeed good. My Dad is not the type to get all worked up with praises, but if there is one thing having all daughters has taught him, it's to sense when his girls really need to hear those praises. He told me my essay was well written, that it had just the right amount of personal information but not too much and that he enjoyed how it ended on such an upbeat note. I know that he is my Dad so he is all but required to say nice things, but it was still so wonderful to hear.

I suppose that every once in a while even the strongest of people need to hear that they did something good. Thank God for parents who tell you that you've done just that.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Obsess much?

I am sitting here trying to think of something note worthy to write. I thought about writing how my Dad called me at work just to see how I am doing and so that my niece could say "hi". I thought about how my most devoted reader who also happens to be my adorable Grandmother, called my Mother to inquire about the doctors appointment that I wrote about. Of course my Mom knew nothing about it because I didn't tell her and she doesn't regularly read my posts so she asked my Dad about it and he knew nothing which spurred the original phone call in the first place. Which is typical of how my family communicates and really it's hilarious if I could stop to actually digest it.

But I can't.

I can't because right now the only thing on my mind is that I got 99% on my first math test of the semester. I should be jumping up and down because I got an A, right? But instead I am pissed off that I forgot to carry the negative on a question, hence causing a 1 point deduction and the 99%.

Grrr! You may have won this time negative number but I'll be damned if I make that mistake again!

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Required classes require a new attitude

I am a 28 year old freshman in college. I have been a business professional since I was 20 in one capacity or another. I have worked my way up in whatever field or company I have been employed with because I work hard and I am a quick learner.

As a freshman starting out there are, of course, a series of required classes you must take. I am in 3 of them this semester. My Monday night class is COMM 1010. When I told a good friend of mine that I would be taking this class he laughed and said that I could teach the class. At first I dismissed this as a kind thing to say and was pleased that he thought so highly of me, but now after attending class, reading the syllabus and skimming through the book, I am quite confident I could. This is not so much a boast on my part but a slam on how simplistic this class is. To be fair, I work in a communication industry and have for over 5 years. I am sure to some of my 18 or 19 year old classmates learning about writing formal letters and proper phone etiquette will be of great benefit to them; I'll be the girl in the back of the class hanging herself.

I am well aware that I need an attitude adjustment. I swear I am working on it! I am sure I can learn something from this class. My skills are not perfect and can always be improved upon. However, the most encouraging thought I've come up with is there are only 12 (normally 15) classes due to national holidays and the teacher taking a vacation. I can suffer through 12.

If nothing else, I can always make myself available in case the teacher needs a sub. There's one way to ensure an A.

I can do this.

Blogfully yours,
Summer

The Year For My Girls

I am overcome with...emotions. Saturday I took my darling BFF, Karina the Russian, to the airport where she flew (on her own) to Denver for her first business trip as the manager of an Aveda store/salon. As she walked away, baby pink suitcase in tow, I have never been so proud! I wish I would have taken a picture. I felt like a mom sending her child off to school for their first day. I know it sounds silly, but there was a time when my confident Russian beauty doubted herself and didn't think she was qualified to run the show. Now, a little over 2 weeks in, she is kicking butt and taking names and I couldn't be happier for her.

Saturday I also spent the night at my baby sister Staci's new apartment. It was her and her daughter Brielle's first night there, I guess mine too. Talk about another huge accomplishment. My sister is 26 years old and has never moved out of my parents house. I understand that when you are a single mom living in a house with 2 other adults, who are always there to help you with your daughter, becomes very comfortable and hard to leave - but she did it. To celebrate we went to WalMart and bought all of the beginners grocery essentials she would need, drank a bottle of wine and watched Sex In the City. I am happy to report that Brielle even went to bed fairly easy too. I am so proud of my sister.

As for me, I am plugging along. I start school today. I am taking 3 classes or 9 credit hours this semester. I am a little worried about finding time for everything. I guess you could say that today marks the end of my social life for about 5 months. Oh well, it will all be worth it. To be honest I am actually looking forward to getting back into a rhythm with school and work. I kind of thrive on being busy. Plus it allows me to be completely selfish with my time and no one can say anything about it. When you tell someone you have homework or need to study, they always seem to understand and never give you a guilt trip. It is perfect. Honest and perfect.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Frankenstein gets an A

Conversation with Karina the Russian:

Me: "Guess what honey? I just finished taking my math final and...you're never going to believe this, but I got 100% on it which also means I am going to get an A out of the class! The teacher graded our finals as soon as we finished them. It was all I could do to keep from jumping up and down in the middle of class! Can you believe it?"

Karina: "Oh my god! Honey that is so fabulous! You are such a little Frankenstein....or....um..."

Me: laughing

Karina: "Einstein! You are such a sexy little Einstein! You are like, the sexiest nerd I know! I bet all of the college boys have to put their books on their laps when the sexy nerd walks into class! I'm so proud of you honey! Seriously!"

Me: "I freaking love you!"

Karina: "I love you too my sexy-crotch-Einstein-college-girl!"


I have completed my first college course in over 7 years. My first math class in over 10 years! I am actually very impressed with myself. Honestly, I have never been an A student. I was more concerned with boys or working or being a social butterfly. I suppose the difference this time has to do with maturity or perhaps discipline levels. Maybe it is the fact that I am paying for the classes and I'll be damned if I will let that money go to waste.

No matter what the combining factors are, I got my first college A and it feels great!

Blogfully yours,
Summer

How Dark Are You?

For my Humanities class I read a short story called "Telephone Conversation" by Wole Soyinka. I really loved his use of sarcasm and the way he stood up for himself. So, I thought I would share it with you!


The price seemed reasonable, location
Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived
Off premises. Nothing remained
But self-confession. "Madam," I warned,
"I hate a wasted journey--I am African."
Silence. Silenced transmission of
Pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came,
Lipstick coated, long gold-rolled
Cigarette-holder pipped. Caught I was foully.
"HOW DARK?" . . . I had not misheard . . .
"ARE YOU LIGHT OR VERY DARK?" Button B, Button A.* Stench
Of rancid breath of public hide-and-speak.
Red booth. Red pillar box. Red double-tiered
Omnibus squelching tar. It was real! Shamed
By ill-mannered silence, surrender
Pushed dumbfounded to beg simplification.
Considerate she was, varying the emphasis--
"ARE YOU DARK? OR VERY LIGHT?" Revelation came.
"You mean--like plain or milk chocolate?"
Her assent was clinical, crushing in its light
Impersonality. Rapidly, wave-length adjusted,
I chose. "West African sepia"--and as afterthought,
"Down in my passport." Silence for spectroscopic
Flight of fancy, till truthfulness clanged her accent
Hard on the mouthpiece. "WHAT'S THAT?" conceding
"DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS."
"Like brunette."
"THAT'S DARK, ISN'T IT?"
"Not altogether. Facially, I am brunette, but, madam, you should see
The rest of me. Palm of my hand, soles of my feet
Are a peroxide blond. Friction, caused--
Foolishly, madam--by sitting down, has turned
My bottom raven black--One moment, madam!"--sensing
Her receiver rearing on the thunderclap
About my ears--"Madam," I pleaded, "wouldn't you rather
See for yourself?"


After every reading we have to do an artistic interpretation. I decided to try my hand at painting again. It's no Chocolate Buddha, but that's probably a good thing.



Blogfully yours,
Summer

Simplifying homework

I spent my lunch break yesterday working on homework in the office conference room. Unfortunately my humanities teacher is confused, he seems to think he is teaching an art class. After every reading assignment we have to do an artistic interpretation of what we read. I do my best to be creative, but I am so not talented when it comes to art as is evident by my rendering of Buddha. For this weeks homework assignment, on top of the two artistic interpretations, we were supposed to draw our tree. Being the quick witted deligator that I am, I asked one of the designers at my work if he would be so kind as to take the crayons I brought with me and sketch me up a happy little tree.


Thank goodness he is also a student and with limited prodding, he was willing to humor me. I wonder how far I can push his charitable nature. Maybe I can work out a trade. I'll agree not to get him fired for peeing in the bosses coffee if he does all my homework! OK sure he'd never REALLY do that, and come to think of it my boss doesn't even drink coffee, but those are just minor details. I'm sure he'll see things my way. I can be quite intimidating you know.

Blogfully yours,
Summer

Chocolate Buddha

For my Humanities class we are given reading assignments every week on different topics which we must then interpret in an artistic manner into our portfolio book. We can use any medium we would like such as drawing, collages and music (burnt on a disk). My artistic abilities are...somewhat lacking. That's a nice way of saying they suck. Why I didn't get the instructor who makes you write papers is beyond me. Every week I have to do an arts and crafts project, and every week I struggle with what to do. I decided that for this weeks artistic interpretation I would try using paint. Never mind the fact that I have absolutely NO idea how to paint and I have never taken an art class yet alone a painting class. I mean, how hard can it be, right?

We are studying Spirituality & Religion. One of the reading assignments we had to choose from was the teachings of Buddha. So I though, hey why not paint Buddha? Here is why not.

BEHOLD THE MIGHTY CHOCOLATE BUDDHA!!!

Think I'll stick to collages from now on.

Blogfully yours,
Summer

My first University of Utah football game

On Saturday I went to my very first college football game, The U of U versus some other team! I know what you are thinking and yes, I am 28 and just barely going to a college football game. For those you who know me I am sure this is not a HUGE surprise. For those of you who do not know me, besides not being a big sports fanatic to begin with, I passed on the whole college experience of going to frat parties and experimenting with mind altering drugs that normally happens in your early 20's. I was too busy planning a wedding while working full time to help support the man I was marrying with his education. So now I'm doing the whole college thing...minus the frat parties and drugs. But, my reason for going to this particular college game was to see my adorable niece B perform with her dance group at the half time show.


We were of course up in the nose bleed section, about 5 rows from the very tippy top of the stadium. My parents went and of course Staci, B's mom and my baby sister. I must admit and please don't be jealous, but I have the worlds cutest parents. There is no sense in arguing with me on this as it is just a fact. The proof is in the picture.

Since I was trying to show my University of Utah pride and fit in with all of the other crazy fans, I wore the only red shirt I have, a long sleeve sweater. Lucky me it ended up being around 70 (seriously this is the second time I have looked for the little circle thingy on my keyboard and not found it!) degrees. I had to cave and buy an over priced t-shirt to avoid a patriotic heat stroke. So I guess this will not be my only U of U football game because now I need to go to another just to get my money out of this shirt.


Blogfully yours,
Summer


PS - In case you were wondering, Utah won! I think it was something like 48 to 16.
Go Utes!

My tummy hurts

Stress effects everyone differently. For some unfair reason, stress seems to take it's toll on my physically. Normally I get an upset stomach that is really painful. Lately though it has been not just the upset stomach, but heartburn as well. I'm sure it's nothing that a good dose of Prilosec can't fix but it's still a major pain in the ass. Another lovely accompanying factor of my stress is lack of sleep. Man, I love my sleep too! I don't really know any way to prevent it from happening either. It's not like the stresses of work and school and life are going to just magically go away. Maybe this is just the adjustment period and everything will start getting easier soon. Wishful thinking, but hey you gotta cling to some sense of hope right? Oh, and here is the extra icing on the cake. The guy I admitted to liking, well I think I chased him away because he is moving to another state. Maybe as soon as 2 weeks from now. See, I told you it was the kiss of death! Honestly I don't know why I date anymore. I think I am a hopeless cause. Ok that was a little dramatic but I figure while I am complaining and fishing for sympathy I should throw that in there.

Protesting Homework

It seems as though I am not the only one who is not crazy about homework in this household. My adorable daughter Aurora (also known as my cat or bitch kitty or kitty pants depending on who is addressing her), has been finding subtle ways to make her feelings known about me daring to ignore her. For example, if I am sitting on the couch with my books or my laptop she will jump up, nudge her way in and try and lay between me and the computer or just lay right across it. She will also knock my pen or highlighter off of the couch or bat my notes around or meow in her ultra drawn out whine, like "mommmmmy pay attention to meeeee".

Here are a few snap shots, just for shits and giggles.

College is the best diet ever

Yesterday I tried to pay bills and had a nervous breakdown. I knew things would be tight after my trip to California, but I wasn't expecting not to be able to afford ANYTHING, including my tuition (Damn the California shopping again! And Damn you low self control!!!). So I did what any normal person would do - I panicked. I'm not exaggerating here. I had a full blown melt down for about 10 minutes, then it lessoned to just a nervous breakdown. I had plans to go out with some friends and I called them off because, well...I was having a nervous breakdown. I had also planned to go to the grocery store but decided that store bought food was a luxury item I could do with out. Instead I headed to my parents house because I left my book (Twilight) there. Side note: I am totally obsessed with this book. I am in love with Edwin. I want to take him home and make some vampire babies with him. Holla if you know what I am talking about. So I am getting my book and I am starting to tell my parents how I am starving and can't afford to eat and bless their wonderful charitable Mormon hearts, they let me do my grocery shopping in their kitchen, frezer and cold storage. I left with 2 bags filled with fresh vegis from Dads garden, cans of soup and corn, Diet Coke, frozen mystery soup, frozen sausages and a few other random items. Honestly I was so happy coming home and unpacking my bootie that I decided it was Saturday nightand homework can wait. I stuck a Lean Cousine in the microwave (it required the least amount of cooking effort), popped open a Heineken and read my book for 2 hours. I was the perfect Saturday night in!

While I haven't figured out what to do about financial predicament, I am feeling much better and I know everything is going to work itself out. It just a matter of time and being creative. I finally understand what it means to be a starving college student. My hip bones are poking out like they did when I was in high school, and trust me it is not attractive! But all of this starving and stress is just going to build character, help me get a higher paying job and round me into a better person in the end. Right? RIGHT? Please agree with me because I swear if this whole living on canned soup thing for the next 2 years or more doesn't pay off in the end in some way I will go postal and I am not even kidding! Momma likes to eat! Even though I don't have time for a social life, I am still finding time to go on a few dates, because they feed me and I need to have nourishment in order to draggy my frail body to class!

Count Down to Cali!

I leave Thursday morning for beautiful sunny California (Newport Beach)! Ask me if I have packed yet...go on...ask. "Summer are you all packed and ready for sunny California?" Of course my answer is NO! I was in class until 8:20 tonight and I have been finishing up my homework for tomorrows class ever since I got home. Tomorrow I have class until 8:30 again so I really won't be packing until about, oh I don't know...10 hours before we leave! Oh and I don't have a ride arranged to the airport yet. Crap! I better get on that instead of blogging. Whose crazy idea was it to stop homework and blog! Oh yeah...mine!

Go College Girl! Go!

I started school last week. I am taking 2 classes - Humanities and Math. I wanted to take 3 classes but was not able to get into ANY of the required English classes. I tried 17 different classes! On-line classes, early morning classes, night classes, this campus, that campus, showing up in person, all to no avail. So, just 2 classes 2 nights a week 3 hours each.

This is a picture of me laying outside the college on the grass reading my first assignment for Humanities. So far I like college. I like having different and new things to occupy my thoughts. For so long dating and playing have been the center of my attention, so this is a welcome change of pace. Even though at this particular pace it may take me 5 years to get a 2 year degree, at least I am in the game! I feel quite proud of myself actually.