Hey, it’s a New Year!

Where to begin…

First, let me just say that I have (almost) not written a single word since December 2014. That is so sad! With my profession not being writing and with college no longer pushing me to write, I just kind of fell out of my routine. That is depressing. So… even though I’ve never been a huge fan of New Year’s resolutions, I guess I will make an effort to write more this year. I know, I know…proper goals are supposed to be “SMART” (Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Relevant, and Time-bound). Yeah, yeah. I am mostly shooting for attainable here. Even if I only write a handful of blog posts this year, it’ll be better than last year. I just need some words to have contact with a page; get all the rust out and the gears turning up there.

I will also have to admit that I got plenty of writer-y things for Christmas, like 365 writing prompts (okay, that one was from me and to me…don’t judge). But I also got 500 writing prompts from my sister as well. According to my calculator (because I can’t math), that’s 865 writing prompts that will go totally unused if I don’t start writing something.

On a somewhat related note to the writer-y things I received for Christmas, I will also be working on my calligraphy skills (fancy, huh?) and might post something cool if I can get my hand to do the right thing. So there’s some excitement to look forward to. YAY.

In my next post, I’ll delve into something a little more interesting (hopefully), but for now Happy New Year, everyone!

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And That’s a Wrap…

No big deal… but I am officially a college graduate, guys!

No more class. No more studying. No more school.

I can’t believe it. I have so much free time now that I don’t know what to do with myself. I jokingly tell everyone that I’m a jobless bum, sometimes interchangeable with nomad. Same thing. While I have been searching for jobs (because let’s be real, I do need money), I have been enjoying some time off. I can do whatever I want, when I want. School no longer dictates my day-to-day life. After 16 and a half years of schooling, that is so weird.

There’s just so much freedom! I need to pick up a few regular hobbies and find some things that I enjoy doing again because I have so much time to fill (between filling out job apps, of course).

And yes, graduate school might come later down the road, but for now, I am done.

Here are some memes that summarize how I feel about the whole thing:

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The Bugs!

The other day, my sister came into my room dying laughing because her co-workers had shown her a Vine video at work, so of course she had to show it to me. She was already crying when she came into my room because she was laughing so hard at this video, so I assumed it had to be good. She showed me it and I laughed a little bit, but I definitely was not crying… until a day later when the hilarity of the video hit me all at once.

Most of the time, I get home from school late at night. And yes, I am one of those people who is scared of the dark. Okay, not of the dark per say, but what’s in the dark. I’m always afraid of someone jumping out from behind a corner or a big dog running up to me or something. So anyway, I pull in my driveway and of course, it’s pitch black. I get out of the car, gather up my backpack and laptop bag, and close the car door. I have a little remote on my keys to lock my car door, so when I push it my headlights flash and my doors lock. Sometimes, I just keep hitting the “lock” button until I get to my front door so that I will have a little bit of light from my headlights as I’m walking.

This particular night, I wasn’t feeling as scared, so I just clicked the “lock” button once and went on my way to the front door. As I was rounding the corner to get to the door, all my fright hit me at once. I started a slight jog, but by the time I got to the door, I was in full panic mode. Like I said, I hate the dark.

My front door has an electronic key pad, so in all my fear, I was trying to hurriedly press the right numbers on the pad, but of course, I was trying to do it too fast, so I was missing numbers and getting the wrong combination. I got the wrong combination like three times, so I tried to slow myself down, breathe, and just get in the freaking house.

When I finally got the right combination, I practically busted the door down. At that point, the video my sister showed me hit me so hard, I started crying out of laughter. It was probably quite the sight to see.

All I could think was “THE BUGS!”

Disclaimer: The more you watch this video, the more you’ll get a kick out of it.

Dance Overload

Yesterday I took a well-deserved day off after my meeting. I grabbed my cheesy poofs and root beer and basically glued myself to my bed for seven hours straight. It was bliss. I haven’t been able to do that in so long. And especially since I’m down-in-the-dumps these days, I felt like I should have at least one lazy sweatpants day, so my pity party for one ensued.

Anyway, I took the time to catch up on two of my favorite shows: Rookie Blue (which is so amazing that you should stop reading this and go start watching from season one) and So You Think You Can Dance (which is the best competition show of all time and you should also consider watching from season one, but if 11 seasons is too daunting, just start watching it now.)

But since I am all caught up on So You Think You Can Dance, I am going to overload you with dance a little bit tonight. Here are my top three favorite routines from the last couple weeks on the show:

  1. I may make you cry with these first two. They are just amazing. This one in particular portrays the feeling of love so perfectly. It’s just incredible to watch and gives me all sorts of goosebumps. The dancers’ chemistry is just so real and passionate. Beautiful.[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCeA-jrLYws]
  2. Lately I’ve been in a power-to-the-women type of mood. Okay, I’m always in that kind of mood. Call me independent or a rugged individualist or something. But, this routine portrays so much power and strength that women have and it’s absolutely gorgeous. It also gave me chills. And this song! I’ve always been a fan. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTnvDK5e0l8
  3. I’m not sure what it is about this one. It’s just fun. Between the neon colors, the cowboys, and the freakin’ awesome song, this routine is just one of my favorites. Feel free to laugh now since I made you cry with the other two. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVPQhXm_1cI]

P.S. My show on Thursday went great. My little tap kickline group killed it. We were seriously on fire. I’m so proud! Here’s a picture. For this number, we invited some guys to dance with us. Tap Kickline

 

Three Months in 20 Bullets

Oh, hey there. Well this is awkward. Have I really not blogged in 3 months? WOW. I’m lame.

Y’all have missed a lot. You know how hectic my life gets. So here we go… I present to you: “Three Months in 20 Bullets.”

  • Finals week came and went. Thank God that’s over.
  • I’ve had two haircuts. I’m pretty sure my hair grows at an unnatural speed.
  • I spent Memorial Day catchin’ some rays at the beach. It was pretty much amazing.
  • My niece graduated high school. That pretty much makes me like, old or something.
  • My birthday came and went. 21, y’all. (It’s not as great as everyone makes it out to be, though I could be doing it wrong.)
  • I hate whiskey and I can’t do a shot to save my life.
  • I spent 3 days in the wilderness. Okay, not really the wilderness, but I did go camping. It was extremely refreshing and exactly what I needed.
  • I had a mole removed. It was weird. Let’s not talk about it.
  • I start my internship at the local newspaper in exactly 3 weeks. HOLY SHOOT! And that also means…
  • School starts in said 3 weeks. Bummer. But that means…
  • The first day of my last semester of school before I GRADUATE also happens in said 3 weeks. And all that made me realize…
  • My parents aren’t going to want me living in their house forever. Time to find my own place. I’m a big kid now. I think they call that “adulthood,” which I am so ready, but so not ready for.
  • I became an official employee at my school’s student newspaper. Bulkin’ up the résumé with that one.
  • I am now a member of my school’s Spirit Week Committee. It’s pretty much awesome. And while at a Spirit Week Committee meeting…
  • I became a member of my school’s Welcome Week Committee. So I like school. I’m a cool kid.
  • My online shopping got better. Now it’s getting worse again. I can’t help it when I find a must-have piece. I’m convinced 45 pairs of shoes just isn’t enough. Oh, that reminds me…
  • I got new shoes that are so sassy, I feel like I have to walk differently just to meet their sass-factor.

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  • …And I have an insanely incurable love for dresses. Me. Dresses. Who knew?
  • I made a pen. I turned that block of wood into that pen. Just let that sink in. Also, I’m sure this will be the first of many. (It’s zebrawood if you’re curious.)

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  • IT’S SHOW SEASON! My dance season is finally here. I’m in tech this week and my show is on Thursday night. I’m mega pumped. So, to fully embrace the beginning of my show season, I will leave you with this. One of my favorite routines ever. This song is also stuck in my head constantly, perhaps because it’s basically my life right now. More on that later. Eh, maybe.

Impenetrable Packaging & Eyeglass Repair

So I found this while browsing the internet one day…

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This, my friends, is a bad day summed up in one picture. Doesn’t this just irritate you? Like, I’m pretty sure I can narrate what went on here:

New scissors! Hooray! I can finally cut things, but first let me open this nearly impenetrable packaging.  Alright, let me just go find my completely dull scissors to open this nearly impenetrable packaging. Guys, this isn’t working out so well. Maybe if I squeeze the handle a little harder…Annnnd they’re broken.

Who thought of this packaging for something like scissors?! Like, I know it’s probably a safety thing at the store, but dang! The reason why you bought scissors in the first place is because a) you don’t have any or b) the ones you have needed replaced. In either case, you need scissors to get new scissors!

Have you guys ever seen the packaging for flash drives or memory cards? Pretty much the same. They make it so that getting the packaging open is an excruciating process. And it’s ridiculously huge, like ten times the size of the item. I guess they think it’s funny. But at least you can use scissors to open them. eyeglasses repair kit

The level of ridiculousness for all this packaging reminds me of something that has bothered me for years. As a person who wears glasses, it’s incredibly irritating to me that the screws on the hinges of my glasses are so small. They get loose, you have to screw them back in. It’s a hassle. Especially because you get this handy dandy little (and I mean little) kit to work with. Don’t let the image enlargement fool you. Everything in this kit is microscopic. Even the screwdriver. Who said, “Here’s a great idea! Let’s make the blind people take off their eye corrections and have them try to fix their own glasses!” Like, I’m pretty sure these people are sitting behind monitors with popcorn somewhere watching all this go down. I’m glad we’re entertaining for them.

Laziness and Lava

Whoa! It’s been a month since I wrote a blog post! Where has the time gone?! Sorry guys, life got in the way for a little while. But here’s a story:

Yesterday, I was struck with some extreme laziness. I was tired all day and was just severely lacking motivation. It was while trying to get some homework done that I saw my phone was dying. My sister had just walked in my room and started talking to me so I figured it was a good time to break and get my charger. My charger is normally plugged into the wall a mere 3 feet from my bed, but to get to it, I have to reach around a desk. I didn’t really feel like getting up, so I’ll just leave you with this visual…

stretching from bedI don’t know why we do this. I know I’m not the only one who does it either. It would be much less difficult to just get out of bed.

Anyway… In the midst of reaching for my phone charger and plugging in my phone, my sister and I spoke in unison:

“It’s like playing lava.”

Usually, I don’t think it’s weird when her and I say things in unison. It happens all the time. We have what we call “almost twintuition,” so it’s fairly normal for us to say the same thing at the same time. This, though, I definitely was not expecting.

The fact that we both thought of the same childhood game we used to play on the playground in elementary school (you know, the one where you jump from one piece of playground equipment to another because the ground is “lava” so you can’t touch it) was absolutely amazing to me.

Now I’m positive we operate on the same brain waves.