Mother's Day and the Coming Weeks

Yesterday was Mother's Day! First off, I love my mom.  I think that she's amazing and if I end up being half the mom she is I'm gonna be super lucky.  This Mother's Day was a little different than those of past years.  All three of us girls, Candace, Becca, and I weren't able to actually be with mom.  The girls were on a Haiti retreat with their team and I was, well, here working.  Mom, dad, and Matt did however have a good weekend in Vegas!  I've been getting picture messages all weekend and it's been pretty cool.

In other news, my school semester is wrapping up with rapid speed!  I've got papers to write, poems to revise, and stories to create in a little under two weeks.  I think I can do it without panicking...I hope.  My job at the gym is wrapping up too.  My last shift is this coming Saturday.

Honestly I'm kinda sad that I'm leaving that job.  I really like all the weekend members that I've come to have relationships with.  Phyllis and her husband brought me a set of earrings a few days ago because I let them in ten minutes early when I get to the gym to open and get everything ready.  Ursula, a woman old enough to be my grandma, who comes in once a week to swim and calls me Mandy and always tells me that I have pretty hair.  Then there's Bruce who teases me about never leaving the gym because I'm always working when he comes to work out.  Jimmy is super funny and recently gave me a riddle that I'm still trying to figure out and he refuses to tell me what the answer is!

Anyways, there's a couple more members that I'm going to miss too but those are some of my favorites.  My manager is luckily keeping me as an active employee while I'm gone and hopefully he'll need me when I come back in August.

Well, that's about it for tonight.  Hopefully these last two weeks will go smoothly!  Goodnight everyone.

Missing Home Tonight

I'm missing home tonight because it's Rebecca's Junior prom.  She been to a few other proms and dances before this and not once have I been there.  Honestly I don't remember exactly why I've missed all the ones before tonight's dance, I think I must have been out of town or working.  I've never been able to see her all dolled up and ready to go dance the night away with Eddie (She's had the same date for all her dances so far and I think it's pretty rad).  Nights like tonight make me feel like I'm missing out on a lot, even more than I normally do on an everyday basis. 

There are a lot of things that I wish I could have done better as the oldest sister of four while I was still living at home.  I could have been more kind, more loving, and Lord knows I could have been more patient.  It kinda breaks my heart knowing that I can't get those years back.   

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Well I've sat here staring at the screen for about five minutes now with tears streaming down my cheeks.  I can't really write anymore than what I already have so I think I'm gonna go.  Mom just sent me a picture of Becca and Eddie and they looked absolutely amazing.  I think my sister is the prettiest girl at the school.  = )

I'm Back

Spring break definitely put me in an internet funk.  Facebook has dropped seriously low on my list of priorities and unfortunately so has blogging.  I will make an effort to be back.

Break was great...yes it rhymed. I got robbed of some Christmas vacation time so it was great to go home for a while.  The highlight of the trip was the Wicked day.  Wicked as in the Broadway play that we saw in San Francisco.  It was amazing and the perfect first Broadway play.  The day was complete with a 15 seat van full of my favorite people ever and an amazing dinner and dessert at the Cheesecake Factory.

Since I've been back it's been all about hittin' them books and working hard.  Speaking of work! I picked up another permanent shift at the gym and decided to quit Hollister, where I was working three hours at the most a week.  I feel very good about this decision.  It was going to be four years since my first shift this coming August and it was time for a change.

Well that's about all I've got.  I feel bad for saying this but I had a furlough day which means no school and I've thoroughly enjoyed being lazy.  Have a good rest of the week!

  

All Quiet on the Blogging Front

I haven't really written in awhile, but I have good excuses I promise.  First it was crazy midterm time at school and most of my free time was devoted to studying.  Now I'm finally home and right now, would rather spend time with my family than be on the computer.  I'm still here though.  = )


So this isn't going to be a long post. Just one to say don't abandon my blog because I've got a lot to write about when I go back down south on Monday.  Have a good Easter everyone!

Blogging Besties

Corinne Elizabeth Walker was inspired to blog by yours truly!  Check it out. 

Her free therapy.

Dear God Almighty Mr. Mirkle!

This is from the last episode in Season 1.

Dear God Almighty Mr. Mirkle!

The freaking Blue Man Group is outside
Lorelai Gilmore's house.
No, wait, it's not them,
it's just the early rising, diner owner, Luke Danes.
What's he doing?
Fixing her porch rail.
That's right. He is. He's fixing her porch rail...
At six thirty in the morning!
"Why? Why?," she asks him. 
"It was broken.  It could hurt somebody," he explains.
Does he not know that she sleeps around there?
That she likes sleep, it makes her pretty,
and keeps her from killing her crazy friends?
She tells him to pound one more thing while he's out there,
his head.
And a for-sale sign out on the lawn because she's moving.
That's really two things,
the sign and his head.
He needs to do it in that order 'cause otherwise,
he'll be too dizzy to do the sign thing. 

This is the clip of the actual scene

The Greek World

Recently I've been slowly introduced to the Greek world of sororities and fraternities at CSU Northridge.  This semester Corinne rushed DZ and was given a bid, which means that she's in, and she really likes it.  It's been cool to hear about her experience and sometimes it even makes me a little jealous at all the friends that she's made so far.  Luckily I've been included in a few events and gatherings and I've come to realize some things.

Just like you have your typical high school stereotypes, there's a lot of stereotypes that go along with being Greek.  Not all of these girls are blond, dumb, and tramps just looking for their next victim to hook up with.  Not all of these guys are completely egotistical, jocks, pretty boys, and again just looking for the first girl that will jump into bed with them.  I mean I'm sure that there are some girls and boys in the system that are like that, but the ones that I've met through Corinne so far have been pretty cool.

Yes, there are those who love to party and have a good time, but I've haven't seen it get out of hand (yet).  There's normally a fair bit of alcohol flowing, but I've haven't seen anyone be irresponsible and rarely completely belligerent (yet).  Honestly I'm speaking as someone who has been to two events but it was refreshing to see.  I have heard of the sororities and frats that have their bad reputations but Corinne and I are smart enough just to stay clear of them.

Anyways, it's been fun to be learning about these groups that have been around for a long time and I'm hoping that turns out to be a good experience for Corinne and sometimes maybe me too.

Have a good weekend everyone!

Midnight Music

Alright, I wasn't going to post this poem on my blog because it's erotic and just not something that I'm completely comfortable with, but I had to read it out loud in my class and I think they liked this one more than any other poem I've written so far so I guess I'll share it here too.  Try not to blush.  = )


Midnight Music

Your fingers start playing,
as though my body is covered with blank ledger lines
and you are composing a come-and-get-me melody.

We begin to move together in perfect, sultry, moonlit rhythm,
as this steady andante song begins to crescendo
and my head starts to hum along with the tune.

Arms, lips, legs, hips progress in steady four-four time,
we're swelled to an allegro in our song
and my skin tingles with the anticipation of what's next.

It's coming to an end as all great music does,
flowing from prestissimo, to presto, to rapido
and then there's a crash of cymbals.


As our instruments still vibrate with the last sweet, warm notes,
you wrap my sheet music into the blankets and pull me close to you
and I know that our song will be played again.

The End Is In Sight

JOUR 101: English for Media Writers
JOUR 430:  Mass Media Law
JOUR 315:  Journalism as Literature
JOUR 340:  Introduction to Online Journalism
JOUR 495:  Senior Seminar
ENGL 385:  The Short Story
ENGL 405:  Creative Writing: Short Story
ENGL 406:  Creative Writing: Poetry
ENGL 459:  English Literature of the Twentieth Century
H SC 425I:  Human Sexuality and Sex Education

Count them.  There's ten classes listed there.

Those are the very last ten classes that I need to complete for my college career.  When those classes are done I will have my Bachelor's Degree in Journalism with a minor in Creative Writing, not to mention my Associates degree that I already have in Liberal Arts and Humanities.

It's so close.  Graduation is so close.  One more year!  That's it!  Five classes per semester for Fall 10 / Spring 11.  Maybe I'll even take one or two of those classes during Winter Session and make my last semester a total breeze.

This is giving me hope.  I'm so excited.

Twirling

I've noticed recently that I play with my hair...a lot.

Ever since I was a baby I've been playing with hair.  Whether it was mine, my mom's, my sister's, or whoever happens to be sitting in front of me or next to me and isn't opposed to me playing with their hair.

There has been a slight increase in just how often I twirl, twist, and run my fingers through the curly mass sitting atop my head lately due to stress and other stuff.  I play with  my hair while I drive.  I play with my hair while I sit in class.  I play with my hair while I watch TV.  I even play with my hair while I'm walking!  I swear my fingers start itching and sometimes twitching when it's been a while since I reached up and played with my hair.  So strange.

I used to say that drinking coffee was my only habit, but playing with my hair is totally another one (that and sucking my tongue, but that's a whole other post).  

 

See! I even play with my hair while I blog!