Thursday, November 29, 2012
These days.
I am really enjoying life these days. They are full of love, confusion, stress, and joy. I love the downs, just as I love the ups. They make me feel real. Brent just turned 21. I blew 100 bones on a tablet for the guy, which pretty much sent my funds straight into the garbage. I think I am sitting at a pretty .28 cents. You know you are poor when you can't afford to drive to school for 2 days. My car is a trooper though and made it the whole week with negative gas. The school gods are looking out for me, I guess. I have now burned myself at work 6 times this week, and fallen asleep with my head in the freezer twice. I hate work. My social psych group project is in full swing. Some genius decided our topic should be "should executions be televised?" Easy. NO. Turns out I have a group full of Einsteins and they decided we are going to show a video of a real execution! My teacher OK'd it and everything. I watched it last night and I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Worst thing I have ever seen. I guess it is a good thing I am now an Elementary Ed major and will be surrounded by cute little kiddies on the reg. My family had thanksgiving at my place this year and it was a nuthouse. I turned into one of those psycho clean freaks, that runs around at parties & straightens pillows & puts coasters under peoples drinks. When we went around the table and said what we were grateful for, my adorable nieces said "the world" and "kitties." We spent the rest of the break in the beautiful snowbird, in the ritzy cliff club. All inclusive spa and erythhing. As of lately, Brent and I have been jamming to these songs and playing wipeout on the wii. Oh, and survivor season 7. This is our life.
Also, we redecorated my living room. The subdued reds and dark yellows are history. Say hello to mint and mustard. Brent thought we should do a photoshoot in front of my beautiful new mint wall.
Also, here is an old favorite, and a twist on an old classic. Enjoy.
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