In the past 24 hours I've managed to accomplish a helluva lotta stuff. Let's see....

I went to a concert at the 9:30 club, where I was front row and managed to score the set list for a friend (I'm awesome, I know) and then managed to not only meet some of the performers afterwards, but also hang out with them in a bar and chat with them. Then today, I was up by 9, at work by 10 (starbucks in hand, natch), and skewing tortellinis by 10:30 (I made them look so pretty. 3 to a toothpick, white green white, green white green, etc). By 1:30 I managed to finish the tortellini, bathe some strawberries in a bath of melted chocolate, decorate a plate with said chocolate strawberries, and another with regular strawberries and grapes, bake cookies, feed the baby lunch, and fly a kite in the backyard.

I then rushed off to a review session where I was welcomed with pizza and soda, and a detailed explanation of the answers to my take-home quiz (due tomorrow), and final (also tomorrow). I then headed to the library to send a few emails, and then scurried my way back down to work. I played with legos, won a battle against the 3.5 year old that involved eating dinner after he claimed he was full from the cupcake he already ingested (that in itself is prize worthy...), and then put the kiddies to bed and came home much richer than I was when I left this morning. woot woot. The only downer was that I missed out on the bookchat tonight, which I was suuuuper bummed about. But I'll post my own commentary on it later.

The best part of my day, though, was during the review session, in which I totally pissed off my ex. It went a little something like this:

Him: (general question to the class/professor) How did you get 6??

Me: (with a look over my shoulder and a very matter-of-fact voice) 4 factorial over 2 factorial 2 factorial. (duh. do it in your calculator, dumbass).

I know he heard me because I saw his eyes briefly dart in my direction before he pretended not to acknowledge my presence. He always hated it when I knew more than he did. Mwahahahahahahaha. Bitch!

Ohmygoshi 1, Universe 0.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some more Universe ASS-KICKING to attend to.
In an attempt to not be Debbie Downer today, I have decided to post a few YouTubes I found.

Has anyone heard of the girl who can do 36 pirouettes

Well, I'd seen this video a couple years ago, and was pretty freaking ahmazed at that.

The other night I was listening to a song (I Will Love You by Fisher) and decided to YouTube it to see what I came up with. This is the first one I clicked on:

My favorite moment is at about 1:44, when she starts turning and her train wraps around her legs, and she gently steps out. I wish. If I ever tried, I'd be in a small heap on the floor. Crying. Then I realized girl in video A was girl in video B. So of course, I had to go find more

I then proceeded to watch about 20 different dancing videos. All of them made me sad and want to be in the middle of dancing again.

You grow up and move on, right?
Something always brings me back to you
it never takes too long

I don't really understand why I keep coming back. The end happened so long ago, I should be over it by now. But no, I still let him get to me. It's not like he was ever that great. He lied to my face. He would choose others over me all the time. But still, when things were good, they were the best. So much fun, those days. Laughing, telling silly jokes, taking pictures, just having fun. I miss that. I remember when I was sick, you would come and take care of me, putting cold washcloths on my forehead and sitting by my side. I admit, I would milk it a little just to get you to stay. And you would tell me to tell all the boys that you would come after them if they were mean to me. It made me feel so special.

I miss you

He's got a new girl in his life now. That spot in his heart that I thought only I could hold, belongs to someone else now. It kills me. Even though I know it's not her fault, she had nothing to do with anything, I can't help but resent her. I'm second best, if not third. It's not fair. When do I get to be number one? I came first! Does that not mean anything anymore???

I hate you

This has been something I've struggled with for years now. You'd think it'd be something I would get over eventually, but I always come back to the same thing. I cringe at the thought of being the girl with "daddy issues". I hate the fact that he throws money in our faces and thinks that will make things all better. Congratulations, you just paid for the making of memories that you weren't in. You think in 10 years, I'm going to remember the fact that you gave me a couple hundred dollars instead of coming and visiting? FUCK NO. Money comes and goes, but all that time you missed, all those memories we made without you, all those pictures you weren't in, that's permanent. Oh nevermind, you have another family to make all those memories with.

I hate that I miss you

I feel so defeated. I put too much hope in something that will never be. I guess I keep thinking that he's going to be the person I want him to be, but I don't think he ever will. It's just disappointment after disappointment after disappointment. I don't want to care anymore. I just want to wash my hands clean of him. I don't want to cry when he doesn't come through for the umpteenth time, or when I think about all the time that's passed since the last time I saw him. That trip was the first, and last, time he'd seen me as a Dazzler, something I was so very proud of.
I remember driving to the airport in silence. The morning was still gray and the John Mayer's "Daughters" was playing the background, how ironic. I didn't speak much because I knew I would start to cry. I think he knew I would too, and that made him uncomfortable.

I just want to scream and yell and tell you that I hate you so much it makes me sick.

But I can't.

And it's killing me.
Last night, while doing my regular facebook bit, I stumbled across a friend from high school's profile with an recently updated status that included the words "rest in peace". I immediately checked her wall and groups for clues to who that might be in reference to. I remembered hearing the name in previous conversations, but I couldn't put a face to it. She later changed her picture to one that included a relatively good looking guy that I remembered seeing in lots of her pictures. My heart broke for her right there. I knew that she had been very close to this person. Being the good little stalker that I am, I did a brief surf of the internet in an attempt to find out more. I eventually learned some more of the details, and was saddened to know that my friend was hurting so much because of the sudden and tragic loss of her friend.

I've been lucky enough to never have lost a friend like that. When I was in sixth grade, I remember an eighth grader being shot down and killed by her mom's boyfriend. In high school there were a few car accidents that claimed the lives of those around me. I've had friends who have lost parents, but it was never someone I was really really close to. I don't know how I would even begin to react.

It really puts things into perspective, you know? These people that are such a huge part of me and who I am, could be gone in such a short moment. Nobody wakes up thinking, "I bet I'm going to lose a friend today". There are so many things that we don't think about. People drift a part and go their separate ways. But no one expects that that person is going to be taken so suddenly. I realize that death is part of life, but when it's the death of someone so young with so much potential in life, it's just shocking. I don't know what the religious status is of my readers, but whoever it is you pray to, say a little prayer for all those who lost someone today.

I don't think I know how to properly express my grief for my friend, except to just let her know that I'm here.
I do a lot of my thinking in the shower.

Seriously, it's where I go to wash off the stress of the day. It's the place where I know I am absolutely one hundred percent alone. Nothing but me and the water rhythmically falling on my back. I don't have to listen to other people talk, or worry about anyone else's feelings. I set the oval dial at just the right place that the water creates a warm envelope of steam. I take a deep breathe and let my lungs fully expand and then let it all out with an exhale.

Usually, if I'm having a problem, I'll take a shower and just sit in there for a little bit. I bring all my thoughts to the table and I try to sort them. Sometimes, I scream at my frustrations. I think about life, what could be better, what's going pretty well. I make lists in my head about things that I need to do. Some of them are things that I want to look up online things like, "I wonder what ad agency does L'Oreal? It would be fun to work for L'Oreal. I'm going to look that up later." Sometimes, I do math in the shower. I'll add up prices of things I want to buy and use the beige tiles as my paper, and my finger as my ballpoint pen.

I scold myself for things I meant to do, but didn't. I make promises to myself to be better about things. I think about how many "100 %" it's going to take to get that A in that class. I think about the ups and downs of the day, the week, the month, the year. I think about the new people in my life, and how they've changed it, how lucky I am to have them here at this point in my life and how God put them there for a reason. I also think a lot about my Exes, both friends and boyfriends. I wonder what they're up to at that very moment. Do they ever think about me? Probably not. I think of all the things I could should have said. I'm my bravest when I'm in the shower. I have imaginary conversations and say everything I wanted to say in person, but didn't. I plan out things I want to write here, topics I want to talk about, blogs I want to read. When I was in high school, I'd try and go over dance counts in my head; softly humming the song and marking the moves the best I could in the small space. Now I try to remember facts I learned in the day in my various classes. I acknowledge random thoughts that come into my head and laugh at funny memories. Every now and then, I let myself wallow a bit. I go back to that painful memory, I let my shoulders slump a little and let my head hang a little lower. Then I think about how far I've come since then.

I dream in the shower too. Where my life will be in 10 years. What's it going to take to get there? Who will I be? Married? With kids? Career? Big house? Dog? Black AmEx? (keeping my fingers crossed for that one! Alright, all of them). The shower is my safe haven. Sometimes, I'll just go and let the water gently massage my back and neck. I position the shower head slightly to the right so I can lean against the wall and just...think. I let my mind wander. I relax. I let the water roll down my neck and off my shoulders.

And then I let my problems do the same thing.

Where do you do all your thinking??
Today was the first day I overslept and missed my Japanese class. It also happens to be the last Japanese class of the semester. OOPS.

Although I really haven't enjoyed the class this semester, I still kind of feel sad about missing it. Oh well. I'll get over it.

It kind of blows my mind that this semester school year is almost over. Where has the time gone?! My adventures in Rome started almost a year ago! It can't possibly be time for summer again! Since currently Jell-O has more stability than my plans for the summer, I'm a little anxious about what's going to go down these next few months. I've been looking at internships in both Otown and D.C. and there are pros and cons to each. I'm not really sure where I really want to be. Granted, I should probably have an internship before I start trying to make these kind of choices, but I can't help but get ahead of myself.

I've actually gotten more interest back from places in Otown, should I take that as a sign? One thing though, I need to have a sublet take over for my part of the apt, and I definitely don't have one of those yet. Hmmm.

It's still nice out in D.C. but I know that before long it's going to be sweltering, and I have no car to drive around in the nice air conditioning. That's going to suck. That's most definitely a Pro for the Florida list...
I figured I should sit down and put something in the blog.

First, and foremost, my awesome mom wanted to be included in the blogging fun, so she set up her own place here. Go check it out and leave her lots of love in the form of comments. :)

It's such a gorgeous day here in D.C.!!! I'm so so in love with this weather. If it could stay like this all summer long, I would never leave! I decided to clean up my room so I could open the blinds and let some light in...mmmm sunshine. I don't know how people live in the dark all their lives. I'm definitely going to have to cross "Vampire" off my list of What I Want To Be When I Grow Up. It's the kind of day that you just want to drive around with your big sunglasses, the windows down, radio blaring, and singing at the top of your lungs. Unfortunately, my car is in the possession of my two brothers down in FL, so I'll have to settle with windows down, and streaming my hometown radio station (BRILLS idea, I know. I don't know why I haven't thought of it sooner. I've only been away for 3 years...).

I'm kind of in the middle of a room upgrade. I really don't have anything on my walls, and I think that needs to change. I have all kinds of posters, mirrors, pictures and things that can make my room pretty. It's time to put them up. Hopefully I'll have pictures up later.

How AWESOME is it that it's Friday? I practically ran out of my class this afternoon and started jumping for joy. Although, class wasn't so bad today, seeing as we had a little food party. One benefit of Japanese class - SUSHI.

Last little note, I love that I can be included in "grown-up" things like going out and meeting up for drinks, and $2 rail drinks and beer? hell yeah!

Break is only a few short sweet weeks away, and I'm so excited. I can't be in class anymore, it's slowly killing me. I have big plans and expectations for this summer.
Yay for entertainment! Thanks Chickbug!

  1. maybe i should go deposit my check
  2. i love the smell of fresh baked goods
  3. people would say that i’m usually late
  4. i don’t understand why some people are so mean
  5. when i wake up in the morning I usually panic and check the time
  6. i lost a friend
  7. life is full of ups and downs
  8. my past is what I learn from
  9. i get annoyed when my roommate leaves the kitchen a disgusting mess
  10. parties are my favorite picture taking opportunities
  11. i wish i knew what i was doing this summer
  12. dogs always want your burger
  13. cats think they're royalty
  14. tomorrow I will be outside
  15. i have low tolerance for stupidity
  16. i’m totally terrified of being alone for the rest of my life
  17. i wonder why people act the way they do
  18. never in my life have I skydived
  19. high school was where I made some of the best memories
  20. when i’m nervous I get really warm
  21. one time at a family gathering My aunt decided to walk home. Wish she would have told us that beforehand so we wouldn't have spent two hours WORRYING.
  22. take my advice: communication is key
  23. making my bed is something I don't do very often
  24. i'm almost always thinking, "could i put that in my blog?"
  25. i’m addicted to music
  26. i want someone open up the job heavens and give me a job.
Fun fact of the day: There's an Embassy of the Vatican.

I don't know why I was surprised to realize this, the Vatican is it's own country after all, but nonetheless I was. Pope Benedict XVI is in town for a few days. For everyone else outside of DC this might sound exciting, but for those of us who live here, it really only means one thing: trouble. Metro trouble, traffic trouble, increased security trouble. Just trouble. I crashed at some friends' place, and the normal 30-45 min commute back to my place took abouuut an hour and a half.

The Pope is going to do a little parade today in his PopeMobile, and is going up Embassy Row (aka Massachusetts Ave). People started lining up yesterday. Roads have been re-paved to make room for the extra security, what was once a 4 lane road is now a 2 lane road. Cops are coming in by the busload. I kid you not, I saw at least three metro buses chartered especially for the occasion. Tomorrow, there will be Mass at the brand spanking new Nationals Park, for a crowd of about 25,000 people. I plan on staying inside all. day. long. This has nothing to do with religion, I'm very firm in my faith thankyouverymuch, but simply an aversion to the chaos that will be Washington D.C. tomorrow. I didn't go see the Pope when I lived next door to him in Rome, for the same reason. I'm lucky that I'm not required to ride public transportation to and from a job or class. I wonder if people are going to be excused from class or work to attend the mass? That counts right? It's not really a religious holiday, but it is a pretty big event for the Roman Catholics in the VA/DC/MD area.

I remember about 9 years ago I was in D.C. for July 4th, and we watched the fireworks on the Mall. I'll never forget that experience. It was 95 degrees with a side of gross humidity, and there were thousands of us on the metro. As soon as the doors would open people would RUSH on to hopefully snag a seat so they wouldn't be the unfortunate ones standing with their face in someone's armpit. One of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life! At least tomorrow's weather forecast is looking good, sunny and 76 degrees. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe I'll spend some time on the quad on campus, NOT being stressed out about losing my mind on the metro while trying to get to the Pope.

And btw, does the new Pope kind of scare anyone else? Or is that just me? He's kind of scary looking, no?
where did I go wrong?
I lost a friend somewhere along the bitterness
and I would have stayed up with you all night
had I known how to save a life

Once, right before I graduated high school, everyone turned against me. Everyone stopped talking to me, or said horrible things to me. Even my best friends weren't nice to me. To this day I don't even really know why. I think it was a misunderstanding of sorts, but I'm not 100% sure. Teenagers can be mean too. At our final IB Banquet, I wasn't invited to sit at the table, I'm not in many of the pictures, and I wasn't invited to any of the after activities. I was clueless as to why I was suddenly the leper of the group. People just yelled at me and said, "Oh, I think you know what you did." But I didn't. A friend later told me that they had all been told something about me that was completely false, and didn't realize they were wrong until the summertime. It doesn't really matter anymore, since most of those friendships have been restored, and I've moved past it.

Losing a friendship is one of the most difficult things for me. When I make a true friend, I invest everything in it. I'm loyal to the end, and I hate to see the bad in people. I almost always forgive people who've wronged me, I'm always willing to give second chances. So when a friendship ends, it truly breaks my heart. What did I do wrong? How could I have prevented this? The pain is easily comparable to that of ending a romantic relationship. Someone that I expected to be in my life isn't anymore. It tears me up inside, and I want to know why.

I don't really know how to deal with it. I feel so...sad. It's not like she came to me and talked about it, we didn't have a heated argument, there were no exchanging of insults, just two short messages between us. What I would normally do in a break-up is listen to all kinds of sad break-up songs, but I can't seem to find one that matches this feeling. I didn't lose a lover, I lost a friend, someone I thought I had a deep connection with. We bonded over late night giggle sessions, One Tree Hill, Josh Groban, inside jokes, Michael Buble, the art of procrastination, and a love of The Cheesecake Factory. She and I were cut from the same sheet of dough. I still have a gift that I bought in Spain for her. A part of it broke, so I've been spending weeks trying to fix it. There were a few things we didn't agree on, mainly politics and the proper order of The Chronicles Of Narnia, but those were just quirks of friendship that we knew not to discuss.

Sure, we haven't been as close as we once were, but I still held her in high regards, and had a special place in my heart for her. I always made a huge effort for her. I made sure I was there for her 21st birthday, despite the fact that I had other plans that night, I cleared my schedule for her. I offered to make dinner for her one night so we could catch up. She canceled on me, and we never rescheduled. She missed my birthday party. I was sad and hurt that I didn't get any notification until the next day, and even then, it was just a brief three line message. So I messaged back, inquiring as to why she couldn't have at least called or messaged me to say she wasn't going. And that was it. I heard nothing more from her. Sure, I expressed my sadness and feelings here, but that's what I do. Maybe she read them and got angry with me. Or maybe she just decided that she didn't want to be my friend anymore. I went to look at her facebook profile, and I realized she was no longer listed as a "friend" anymore. I guess that makes it official right? I hate how facebook makes everything so public. Facebook gets the final say in everything.

I feel like I've been sucker-punched. I'm saddened by this great loss in my life. I've shared so much with her, and always supported her, despite my own feelings. My memories from freshman year are centered around her. I don't know what to do. Do I try to call her? e-mail her? or do I just let go and move on? I'm sad that she didn't come talk to me. I'm sad that we let our friendship disintegrate like it has. I'm sad that she and I aren't best friends anymore.

I'm just sad.
...an internship in the marketing/advertising field! Preferably a paying one! I really need/want some more experience to put on my resume, and a way to keep an income this summer. Does anyone know of anything in the DC area?????? I'd even take Orlando or even Gainesville (I have enough friends there, I'm sure I could easily find somewhere to live for a few months).

...Maroon 5's acoustic set. Loves it.

...Photography. I really really can't wait to invest in one of these. Though I love my current camera, I feel like I'm not taken seriously with it.

...My Wednesday night dates with my friend V. She wanted to take an Intro to Dance Technique class, so I signed up with her so she wouldn't be alone. Loving it! Afterwards we grab dinner at a different place every night. Tonight is Potomac Pizza...mmm!

...This newfound freedom of being 21. Last night, I didn't go buck wild and get trashed. That's not my style. I wanted to remember turning 21 thankyouverymuch. I've always been the kid who loves just having the freedom to do something. It's why I love this country.

...The blogging world. There are so many interesting people out there! I think it's fabulous how everyone can connect like this. I'm especially loving the discovery of some fellow DC Bloggers out there! HI!

...The Chipmunk version of Funkytown. Seriously, one of the funniest things ever. Must. Own. DVD.

...The fact that it looks like it's going to be a pretty chill weekend.

...Getting calls from old friends at 3am.

...The idea of going home and going out to dinner with all my favorites there. Can't wait for it!

...The fact that spring is coming! I can already feel it.

...Bing Crosby. I share my napster account with my family, and all the downloads are visible in one library. 'Cause who wouldn't like to groove out to On The Atchison, Topeka, And The Santa Fe? Such a fun lil' tune. Someone should probably call 911 right now, because I think my Mom just had a heart attack after she read this.

...Also the fact that the complete soundtrack of High School Musical is on my napster is pretty hilarious considering my only siblings are 18 and 15 year old boys. ::Snicker::

This is all for now.
Last night at 11:59 pm I enjoyed a mini celebration with some of my best DC girls...

and with not one, but TWO cakes, and champagne.

Let the drinking commence
Gone away are the golden days
Just a page in my diary
So here I am a utopian citizen
Still convinced
There's no such thing as idealism

Memories they're following me like a shadow now
And I'm dreamin'
And I've already suffered the fever of disbelief

I've seen your act
And I know all the facts
I'm still in love with who I wish you were

It aint hard to see
Who you are underneath
I'm still in love with who I wish you were
And I wish you were here

Last night I had a very strange dream. A bunch of weird stuff happened, but the part that affected me the most was the part that involved me giving birth to my Ex's baby. Um. Okay? Then he showed up and things just got weirder from there. We talked about everything that went wrong in our relationship the first time, and he had his arm around me and we were all oohing and ahhing over the baby. Yikes. Don't even get me started on how we came to make that baby. I wasn't privy to that dream...

and btw, dream birth is a very awkward experience.

When I woke up I didn't really know how to feel. I haven't dreamt about him for awhile now, and it was just out of nowhere. It left me in a funky mood all day. I've been thinking about it off and on, and I realized that the Ex in my dream, wasn't the guy that he was at the end of the relationship, but the one at the beginning. The guy I liked the most. The one that sent me Orchids just because, and was so nice and cool and charming. Not the jerk he turned into.

Maybe it was my mind giving me that closing conversation that I never got. I'm in that point of the break-up stage where I'm kind of indifferent. I've managed to not see him at all this semester, and that's a good thing for me. I don't want to get back together with him, or at least who he was when we broke up, because I know he wasn't good for me, and it's taken me a long time to get to this point. Why is my brain trying to undo all this hard work I've done to get here?

I think, I'm hung up on the guy that he was, not the guy that he became. But then again, who isn't? People change, that's one thing you can definitely count on. But after that, it's all a matter of if you change in a good way or a bad way. Do you change together? or do you fall apart? We happened to fall apart.

I saw him once this semester. I don't think he saw me. When I saw him, I just kept on walking, I didn't cry, or even really miss him. In fact, I lifted my head a little higher and felt a small smile creep across my face. I think it helped that I was lookin' pretty good at that moment. I was rockin' a nice pair of black Editor Pants from Express and a cute pink blouse with adorable sling-back black and white heels.

This year has been LONG. The 365 days between this moment and back in 2007 have been a roller coaster of a ride, with a few Mach 3s thrown in for kicks. Have you ever noticed that Christmas seems to come a lot faster than your birthday does? At least that's the way it works for me. Especially this year. Last year, I was still hoping he'd at leasts say "Happy Birthday" to me, and I was devastated when he didn't. This year, well we're not even facebook friends anymore. It's kind of hard to believe that it's only been a single year. I feel like it's been at least 3 years since I was that person. I've been thinking lately, graduation is about a year away. I need to really start putting thought into what I want to do after that. While staying here in DC would be great, a part of me thinks I should look for somewhere completely new. A brand new fresh start, away from everything DC. New friends, new city, new discoveries. It's not like I have anything keeping me here, why not snap up an opportunity while I still can?

I think some California air would be good for me. And a California boy would be even better.

And let's hope for no more weird dreams about birthing children by my Ex. Because that was just plain awkward...and uncomfortable.
My high speed internet is slow. Like, glacially slow. Sometimes, I think Venice sinks faster than my internet moves. It's so slow that I forget what I'm waiting for to load. When I use facebook, I always forget who's profile I was looking for because the internet takes forever. Actually, sometimes, it works just fine. It's fast, and gorgeous and everything in my world is peachy keen. Other times, it says it's connected, and that I have an excellent signal, but my browser won't open a single page. I hate my internet.

Alright! I did it! I cheated in Candyland against a 3.5 year old! But you don't understand! We'd already been through the whole deck of cards and were half way through them again! I was so close to the end! I'm talkin' like, rounding the final corner towards King Kandy here. I drew Jolly Gumdrop, that would have sent me almost (the Gingerbread People are first) all the way back to the beginning! He was too busy pretending to eat the Lolly Lollypop, so I quickly put the card on the bottom of the pile. I'm a horrible person. I know. I've come to accept this.

This is why I do my laundry at home
I've been meaning to do my white laundry for awhile now. So when I got home, I made my way down the hall to the laundry room, put in the blue Tide detergent and put my white sheets and bathrobe in on top. Then I put my little swipey card in, and it tells me "low funds". Crap. No problem, I have some change in my pocket, and I'm only $.25 short. Wait, it doesn't take change. Damnit, I don't have any bills. No wait, I do. Score! After I return with my three dollars, I see, "This machine does not accept $1 or $5 to refill your card. WHAT. THE. HELL. I'm a poor college kid! I most definitely DO NOT have a $10 bill on me. No credit card slot either.I fucking hate this machine. Eventually I suck it up and ask to borrow my roommate's card. This is why I do my laundry at home. It's free and can fit more than two sheets, two pillow cases, and a bathrobe in it.

Best Gift EVER
Dude, my mom mailed me my birthday cake. A homemade chocolate cheesecake, with a chocolate cookie crust. Yeah, you read that right. And, it was still frozen when it got here. TWO days later! Seriously, she wins the gift giving contest this year. Story and pictures to come soon.

Fun Fact of the Day
more than 20 billion coconuts are harvested every year in the Philippines and Indonesia
...laughs at my jokes when they're not funny

...spent one of her birthdays on a bus to Texas just for me

...gives me money when I'm broke

...nurses me back to health when I'm sick

...comforts me when I cry even though we were just fighting two hours before

...drove me to school when I'd "miss" the bus

...gets me more than anyone

...knows how to have fun

...asks me to teach her the names of different cocktails so she can look "cool"

...used to sing a song to get us to brush our teeth that went something like this: "we're glad you brushed us now we won't fall out / bum bum bum / we're glad you brushed us now we won't fall out / now we can eat (insert random foods) / instead of just baby food! / bum bum bum / instead of just baby food!"

...came to every single one of my recitals or review shows

...used to braid my hair when it was wet to make it wavy in the morning

...totally busts me when I'm lying

...buys me a ticket home for the weekend when I've been having a rough time

...takes off from work so she can drive up to school with me

...sent cookies and brownies to my dorm freshman year

...scoffs at the idea of not making her own pie crust

...starts prepping for holiday dinners days in advance

...drives me crazy with all her questions, sometimes

...can get pretty pissy sometimes

...isn't afraid to let me know when I'm acting like a first-class bitch

...enjoys a good class of wine

...figures out how to send me a frozen Chocolate Cheesecake in the mail.

...is my mom. and I love her.

So, I don't know why, but this story popped into my head today, and I feel the need to share it:

My mom used to travel from Fl to Japan with three kids in tow. Alone. I really don't know how she managed to not lose her sanity, or one of us for that matter. One time though, she actually "lost" on baby brother on the plane, I use the term loosely because I was the one freaking out while she was telling me to be quiet and that I was interrupting her movie. Her reaction? "We're 35,000 feet in the air, where's he gonna go?" In truth, I think she was enjoying the moment of peace without a wriggling child in her lap. Thankfully, she forgot to pack his baby parachute or else he would have peaced out somewhere over the North Pole just to see if he could find Santa. I would have said he'd been in some dark corner plotting his world take-over a la Stewie style, but that's the wrong brother. That brother was too engrossed in his Game Gear game of the Power Rangers to be bothered.

Turns out, he was wandering around UPSTAIRS in first class! Because he still had those innocent doe eyes, long beautiful eyelashes, and was rockin' a cute onesie, everyone loved him up there and thought he was the cutest thing ever (if they could only see him now...). He eventually returned to the lowly folk in coach after getting free samples from everyone upstairs! Kid knows how to live. Why the hell didn't I think of that??

But seriously, I think I would freak out a little bit if while trying to enjoy the feature presentation of The Mighty Ducks III some little person popped up next to me demanding food (though I learned later in life, there's actually a CART of goodies and fine chocolates in the back, in which you can go and get whatever you want whenever you want! So he was probably hanging out there). Sure, I'd "OOH" and "AWWW" for a bit, but once he comes back around for seconds and thirds, I'd start to wonder a little bit. Especially if he was a little blonde asian looking kid.

The moral of the story: if you're under the age of 2 and got nothin' better to do on a 15 hour flight across the Pacific Ocean, go chill upstairs in first class. You'll be pimpin'.
You know what I hate? I hate when I think of all the brilliant things to say AFTER it doesn't matter anymore.

I had a phone interview today for a possible internship, and I think I did alright, but not even a minute after I hung up, I thought of a really good answer to one of the questions. Like, really good. This also happens to me after I get into a really intense argument, I always come up with the smart-ass remarks after it's over.

Hmmm...let's all hope I get through to the second round of interviewing so I can have another chance to say the fabulous things I didn't get to say the first time! I really really REALLY need this internship.

keep your fingers crossed!


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US Dance Champions sweep eighteen first-place finishes to finish high overall

"Fort Worth, Texas (March 31, 2008) –The Seminole Dazzlers, a nationally ranked girls high school dance team from the Orlando Florida area, was named the United States Dance Champions at the MA International Competition. The team won the overall first place honors in the medium team category having swept 18 first place finishes. This makes the Dazzlers the most successful high school dance team in the nation, and possibly in United States history. The competition was held at the Fort Worth Convention Center on March 29 and 30 with more than 2,500 girls in 125 teams competed in more than 1,100 performances. Events such as high kick, pom, hip-hop and military style dance wowed the crowd. The Dazzlers' Officer Line also won first place overall...." [source]

seriously, who wouldn't love these girls? I'm SO SO proud!

Which would you rather dine at:

Hard Rock Cafe

Buca Di Beppo

Your thoughts?
Woot woot here's a lil survey posted by Chickbug:

1- what time did you wake up this morning
11 am :)

2- did you watch tv last night? if so, what?
NCIS, something else, and CSI:Miami

what is one thing you are looking forward to in the next month?
warmer weather!!

4- what is your favorite dessert?
Chocolate chip paradise pie from Chili's...OR brownies straight from the oven

5- three websites you read everyday

6- which do you like most: breakfast, lunch or dinner?

7- if you could go anywhere in the world, it would be....

8- favorite day of the year.
christmas eve

9- why do you read blogs?
i find them interesting

10- one thing you want to accomplish in the next year....
a 4.0 gpa

your turn!
Well, today was much better than yesterday. I woke up to a temperature in the 60s so I picked out a nice little blue sundress to wear. In my glee of celebrating the 60 degrees, I forgot to notice the "windy" part of the report. oops.

Oh well, I kept it together...at least it was better than yesterday.

T-7 days til the big 2-1!!!!

I think everyone should enjoy a drink in my honor! lol