I hate mondays

I love clouds. I'm kind of obsessed actually. Well, really I'm probably just obsessed with the sky in general. Especially clouds . . . and stars. But, anyway yesterday it was a little gloomy and chilly outside, which I love, and the clouds were fantastic!



This was in the parking lot of the University Mall (where I live now apparently). Mom came down and we went window shopping, (and bought a few too many things in those windows) and then ate at SmashBurger with all of her siblings and their spouses. It was a great day yesterday despite the fact that I was running on 4 hours of sleep, work at 5 am, a midterm, and a presentation. I love it when Mom comes down to visit. She just has a way of making me feel better about life and people in general and helps me out of my "funk". Sometimes I really miss living at home and have her constantly around. I'm sure it would be worse for me if I lived clear out in the boonies like Haylie and Troy.

The clouds also helped.

I'm not superstitous . . . I'm just a little stitous

A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, "Mom." With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands: Dear Mom: It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I've been finding real passion with him and he is so nice-even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Mom, I'm pregnant and he said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. He taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so he can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grand children. Your daughter, Judith...

PS: Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk center drawer.

I love you!
Call when it is safe for me to come home!

If I got bad grades in high school, or if my parents were Nazis, I would like to think that I was clever enough to do something like this :D :D :D

"It's gonna be a bright, sun-shiney day"

I looooove the rain. Seriously. I am definitely not one to turn up my nose when it gets a little gloomy outside. In fact, I could probably live in the Olympic Peninsula without any trouble. For a year or two anyway. But, it does suck when it's like 20 degrees outside with wind and there are holes in the bottom of my shoes that soak up the wet. On the other hand, my umbrella makes it so much better.

There are ugly umbrellas and there are pretty cute umbrellas, but there are none that compare to the awesomeness that is my umbrella. Whenever I'm walking to class with my umbrella, I always have the song "I Can See Clearly Now" stuck in my head. Good song. Really, the only thing that kept me from skipping my last few classes of the day and curling up in my bed with a book and some hot chocolate was that I got to use my umbrella. Weird, I know, but so true!

I wanted to get a cute picture of my and my umbrella, but alas, I know no one close by with amazing photography skills, my roommates were all gone, and to be honest, I'm not all that confident in take pictures of myself... I need to have a good reason... or friends around to take the focus off of myself. Oh well...

Photo of the Day

:) Every girls motto should be this!

Hey baby, it's cold outside.

For some odd, odd reason, I have been in the Christmas mood. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Halloween and fall and all that, but I am just so stinkin excited for the Christmas holiday. I don't know if it's the snow, the cozy, cute clothes, the music, or the overall feeling, but I just cannot wait. This year will be a little bit depressing since it will only be Lacey, Mom, Dad, and myself at home, but it'll be great all the same. More food for me I guess. Anyway, I slipped up today. I have a policy where I DO NOT listen to Christmas music before Thanksgiving, (it's just rude, you know? Thanksgiving is a holiday too! It shouldn't be forgotten and mistreated like it is). I listened to O Holy Night by Josh Groban tonight. I just couldn't help it. It came on my iTunes and I just couldn't skip by it. It's too beautiful. *Sigh* I feel guilty now....

"Did I ever tell you I've got a thing for brunettes?"

There's just something about this picture (this movie really) that makes me happy. Maybe its the animation, maybe its the music, maybe is the cute little supporting characters, or maybe its the pure magic and romance of it all. Either way, Tangled is one of the best Disney-Pixar movies every made. And I'm now waiting for a Eugene Fitzherbert to come into my life.

Happy Conference Weekend!!!

"Do something to make me hate you!" "Um, go Hilter?"

I'm feeling really chipper today. Normally this wouldn't be out of the ordinary, but I've been having a terrible week in the midst of some rough months. It started with a fender-bender last friday, (Dori is still in the shop, gettin some new grillz) and a parking ticket, stupid boys, and a rough test later, I was ready to ask for a refund.
BUT, yesterday, the 29th of September was the end of my bet with a friend. This bet included that I would go one month without Dr. Pepper. If I lost, I had to go running, (which is the most horrible form of torture I can imagine) so I was pretty bound and determined to win this bet. Now, if you know me, you know that I have a slight . . . well, okay maybe not so slight addiction to Dr. Pepper. It may be the taste, but it's probably the caffeine. Anyway, the month ended yesterday and to celebrate my success, Hilary and I made a trip to our local Sonic for a Route 44 Vanilla Dr. Pepper, my heaven on earth. It was about 10:00 pm by the time we were able go, and I have been trying to get to bed by 11 each nigh (unsuccessfully) but nothing was going to stop me from my DP.
I was only able drink a little over half of the 44 ounces before my better judgement took over and told me I needed to go to bed. It was 12:30 am and I needed to get to work at 5 am. Oddly enough, I woke up on time for the first time since the semester started, AND I've been happy ever since! Dr. Pepper is critical for my happiness. ;)