Painting, painting, and more painting

I have been neglecting my blog...the truth is, it's not for lack of time, or lack of things to say. I simply find it more appealing to refresh my google reader multiple times a day and read other blogger's entries instead of writing one of my own.

But here's an update. I start my new job in exactly 11 days. I still haven't moved into my place. I'm currently in a continuous state of spending money on home improvements--oh joy. I have been painting every weekend, and have started to include some weeknights.

Believe me, I always thought painting would be fun. But it definitely loses its appeal when you have to balance on a ladder to paint the trim, or use these big ass extension poles to paint ceilings. That, is not fun. But it's what I've been doing. However, I know it will all be worth it once I'm settled in. Plus, paint is supposed to last a long time, so I hopefully won't be doing this again anytime soon.

I have to paint the bathroom ceilings, plus my closet ceiling. Then I have to paint all the walls in all the rooms. Sounds easy enough, right? Ugh. It's a lot of work, but it will get done.

The infamous red wall, that has already taken two coats of paint--I predict it will need another two coats of paint before it looks right

What have you been up to?

The things I do for family...

Since my office for work is moving, I've been working from home this week. Which is great, unless your dad works from home and is constantly tying up the phone line, or unless your little brother is home as well, which is what the case was on Monday. Apparently he had no school due to "Easter break." Um, what? No fair.

He can only watch so much tv. I let him watch Spy Kids 3, while I worked and got alot of stuff done. After that, he begged me to put in the password (my mom locks everything around this house, including the tv) and I told him no. I thought he didn't need to watch anymore tv for the day. "Go outside, or draw or something," I said. But if course he didn't want to do that. And I couldn't do any of those things with him, because I actually had work to get done.

So naturally, a fight ensued. He ran upstairs to my parents bedroom to watch tv (which doesn't have any locks on it). I kicked him out of their room, but not without him pushing me into their dresser and me tackling him on their bed. I finally threw him into his room, where I maturely shut the door and held it so he couldn't get out. All this took place while he was throwing things at the closed door and at one point he threatened to jump out the window, to which I replied "Don't break any bones."

The above scene was in motion when my dad got home. After he lectured him, he let him watch tv. Which basically ruined all the hard work I had just done. But after work, and after he apologized to me for being a jerk, I decided we should spend some quality time together. I played basketball with him, we chased after the dog in the backyard, and played Go Fish and Crazy 8's.

Then we decided to color. We drew pictures to send my brother with the wrong school mascot colors and even signed them by people he dislikes--i.e. his ex-girlfriend. We're classy like that. And then I decided we should each draw a picture to give to our dog.

His picture:

This is of a baseball diamond, and the gray part is a tornado coming. My brother is terrified of tornadoes. And clearly the yellow part that is labeled Hailey is an accurate depiction of our dog.

My picture:

So, a long time ago when I was laying down with my brother to get him to sleep, I told him a story about our dog and during the story, he decided she needed to have a boyfriend. So he named her boyfriend Prancer (inspired by one of Santa's reindeers. Obviously). That's who's shown in this picture. He's woofing at Hailey (our dog) because Hailey is escaping in a hot air balloon because she has just found out that Prancer has a new girlfriend. The inside of the basket is full of doggie bones for her journey. The volcano is about to erupt, and there's a tornado (courtesy of my brother) chasing the new girlfriend.

Bon Voyage!

I'm Irish...

Today is St. Patrick's Day.

I forgot. Work has been kicking my butt all week, thus the lack of posting here. But, I did find some green shamrock beads that an old coworker gave me to wear today so I won't get pinched.

Even though I'm Irish, I hate cabbage, and corned beef. GROOOOOOSNESS. I realize that's not a real word, but it is in my world. But I am a potato person.

Anyways, I have no real plans tonight, because I'm feeling like i'm 25 going on 77 right now. Someone should drink some green beer for me tonight.

How's your week going? Are you celebrating St. Patty's Day tonight? Or are you old like me?

I hate being sick

Seriously, I don't understand how it is that I'm sick again, when I just got sick like a week after Christmas. It's not fair.

Basically the past few days I've just been walking around thinking to myself, "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die," and then when I actually make it to my destination of choice and realize I'm still alive, I'm like awesome. I think my nose is going to fall off at this point because I've blown it way too much. It looks like Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer. I just want it to stop running so I can actually taste what I eat and breathe out of it again!

I've gone to work all this week, because I have such a good work ethic. Like, when I was little, I never ever stayed home from school. Perfect Attendance award anyone? Even in highschool when I was dying of cramps, I still went to class. When I got strep throat my senior year, I was that girl carrying my books in one hand, and a box of Kleenex in the other.

Today I'm still like that, but I also realize why they give you sick days. They are meant to be used. And if I don't feel better when I wake up tomorrow morning, I am going to take a sick day. *After all, it's better than spreading whatever crap I have to someone else at work.

Whenever I get sick, I want sympathy. I want someone to take care of me and check up on me. My mom hasn't been the best example of that. I told her how I felt like crap and she said I need to take some more medicine and then I'll be fine. No offer of soup, or anything. But thankfully, I have great friends. Friends that give me that sympathy and actually want me to get better. It's pretty awesome. 

I hope you don't get sick by reading this--I know pretty much everything is viral these days, but I don't think germs are. Yet.

*I gave it to my little brother. He's sick at home today. My bad?

I don't want to be miserable

So not much to report here--the catering job interview went well. I guess they are hiring now but their busy season doesn't start till April, so my hopes of having a part-time gig now isn't likely. However, a future part-time gig is positive.

The other interview was a joke. I took four tests, each about windows or the internet. Like I'm talking basic stuff. And then I had an interview in which they told me more about the position. Basically, they said the pay is only $10-$12/hr and I'd be a contract employee. They thought I was a good fit for the position and I should hear next week whether I got it or not.

But here's the thing. After that interview, I knew I would hate this job. Like seriously hate it. I mean, I'd rather get something in my own field than do a crappy job like that. Granted some of my friends have said that it's better than being laid off and having no job, but if I'm miserable beyond belief, why do it?? So I'm not going to.

As for the moving out thing--well, I haven't talked to my friend yet. We've been playing phone tag. I'm pretty sure if I want to live on my own and still pay off the debt I have, I'm going to have to get a part-time job or at least start freelance writing again. That way I can guarantee I will still stick to my budget, but also pay off the debt. And part of me is okay with this. The other part of me is like, ew, another job. no. don't make me do it. But, the reality is, I need to take control of my finances, and if getting another job is the answer, then so be it. I'm just going to make sure I balance it all out. I don't want to be a workaholic. I'd rather sleep in and spend time with my roomie on the couch than work all the time.

Hopefully after I talk with my friend I'll have a better feeling if this is even going to work out.

Open Doors

I realize I still need to share some pretty hilarious stories with you all, but this topic takes precedence. Because it's like important. Like I-need-your-input kind of important. So here's the opportunities complete with my pro/con list.


Job: So, as you know, we have to move again in March, because the company that we share the space with now has expanded and basically wants our space. So I have no clue where we'll be, but we're supposed to move in March. That being said, my mom has a bad feeling about this and thinks that my company's going to just shut us down. Which I don't know. I mean, sure, there's only 5 of us left now, but our company overall has actually hit their fall forecast, which is good. But at the same time, we are in a crappy space, I'm not sure if the company cares about us anymore.

That being said, a week ago, my Dad heard that his company was hiring 500 people. So he asked around, and found out they were help desk positions. So of course he told me to apply. And I did, even though the last place I did customer service for, I hated. Like h-a-t-e-d. Because the people there were losers. They were all like fat or smokers or just like rejects of society basically. So I was like, great, why apply for this job if I'm gonna hate it? But apparently it will pay more than what I'm making now. And I do have experience. And it would be the night shift but I would still have weekends off. So I grumbled and I applied for it. And last night while I was at Target, buying bacon (cuz clearly bacon is a household staple) I got a missed call from an unknown number. You all know where this is going...it was an "onsite supervisor" asking me to come in for an interview either today or tomorrow. I called him back but no one answered so I left a message. He just called me back and I am interviewing tomorrow afternoon.

At this point, I'm like, why not give it a shot. Do the interview and see what happens. But is it worth working a job you (might) hate just for the money?

Fast forward now to my other dilemma.  

Housing. So right now I live with my menopausal mom and 9-year-old brother while my Dad is away in China. I moved in to pay off my student loan and save money. Well, I still have half of my loan to pay off but I have till May. And I have an interview for a catering job tomorrow, which could help supplement my income aka go straight to paying off that damn loan.

My friend Kristen wants me and her to be roomies. She needs to be out of her apt by Feb. 1. Which isn't alot of time. So, the pros of living with her is that I forsee us getting along just fine. She loves cake and beer, both of which are necessary characteristics of the perfect roomie. Her bf is out in Texas, so I won't be sexiled. And we both are poor (she's in grad school). I still don't know if we want the same area(s) or types of living (I don't want to live in another cookie cutter apt complex.) But we are supposed to talk tomorrow about this.

The pros of moving out this month is that my storage is free this month only, which means that I can put that $200 I have been paying towards the deposit of the new place (assuming I live with her). I could have my stuff again. I could start cooking again! I would be totally totally much happier. Just the thought of being on my own again makes me squeeeee. Actually, I don't squeeee. I'm more of a YAY! type of person.

So that's definitely tempting. But my debt isn't going to go away either. So do I risk the chance that I won't be able to pay off all of my loan like I had planned to by May but gain my sanity (and stuff) again? Or do I continue to live at home, continue to be miserable in my current job, and put all my money towards the loan?

What would you do? I need your input...ready...set...GO!

No Boys Allowed

Recently, my dating life has suffered massive blows for some reason. Let's recap here:

Alex- I let him go. He was too old, and he intimidated me for some reason. After that final email, he did send me one last week asking how I have been and how the weather is. I replied because I thought it couldn't hurt, and I haven't heard back from him.


Special Agent- We've texted a few times and he drunk dialed me a couple weeks ago, but other than that, nothing much. I think what we had most in common was the trip.

Asshole- I haven't heard from him.

Yogi- We text sometimes too, and I've called him a couple of times but he never called me back. I still see him in the mornings, and he still makes me smile, but I think that's all it will ever be. He hasn't asked me to hang out with him and I haven't either.

So, given that's all the boys, I am at a standstill here. My latest thoughts are being that I should meet new boys, or let all of these boys go, so that by the time the new year hits, I'm a free agent. Sometimes I wonder if I could be without any boys, like sure I could have friends that are boys, but you know, like free of that boy. The boy you can flirt with or call or text. But, I'm beginning to think that I should try it. I mean, sure I might be a little lonely in the boy area without those ones to lean on, but ultimately, I'd be setting more time aside for myself, and that's a good thing. Plus, I won't have to put in anymore effort into said texting, calling, and flirting. I also kinda wanna do it to prove to myself that I can do it, ya know?

Do you have any boytoys or girls that you need to let go of? Or am I just a huge flirt?

Weekend Recap

Friday- I left work early due to it starting to snow. Then came home and enjoyed the house to myself for a bit, until my mom and brother and my dad came. I watched tv and read a book and then went to bed.

Saturday- I slept till 8am, then got up and read some more of my book. Then went to a volunteer appreciation event, where a national speaker was there on the gift of laughter. She made us stand up and say "heehehehehe" while moving our thumbs up and down. Trust me when I say, I felt like this had to be on a hidden camera show. Unfortunately, I was wrong. So me and my friend attempted to sneak out, only to come face to face with the director of the organization. Oops. She of course was like, why are you guys leaving?? And me, being awesome, escaped to the coat room before she could corner me. Unfortunately, the latter happened to my friend. After successfully escaping, we asked ourselves yet again why we go to these things. I told her it was because of the free food. *shrugs*

After the event, it started to snow again, so I came home to an empty house. My family had taken the dog to get groomed. I ended up laying in bed and reading for a few hours, until I finally was hungry, and made myself some dinner. Then I hung out with the family aka yelled at my mom and hung out with my dad, and went to bed.


Sunday- I slept till 8ish, got up, helped make breakfast with my mom. I was going to attend mass but it was still snowing, so I decided to tape mass on the ETWN network. I was watching said mass on the tv when I was rudely interrupted by my little brother who said he got the tv so we could watch the Broncos game. Thankfully I recorded the mass so I can watch it anytime this week. After being kicked off the tv, I played Indiana Jones on Wii and Star Wars. My point was just to go around and collect all the coins and treasures; I didn't actually want to beat the levels. After I got bored of that, I went to Babies 'R Us with M, where we shopped for the baby shower that was in like 3 hours.

I successfully bought diapers, wipes, a safari pacifier holder, some frog themed clothes and some frog washcloths. Then I ran home, wrapped everything, and put it in a pretty bag, and got my ass to the shower. I only got lost once, but thankfully my GPS knew just where to go. I was even on time. The shower was fun, filled with the typical games like measuring the mom's tummy, and remembering a bunch of baby items. I won a prize too, because I had one of the best lists of advice for the dad to be. You see, you had to take each letter of the name of the baby, JULIAN, and write something. Mine is as follows:

Just Breate
Understand your limits
Listen carefully
Investigate all baby sounds
Ask for help when needed
Never shake a baby*

*I say that in making fun of a local commercial I hear allll the freakin' time on the radio. But you still should never shake a baby, k?

After the shower, M and I caught up with a friend from h.s. that was there. She told us all about her three kids and the deadbeat dad, and her depressing life. It was pretty sad. But it sounds like she'll be okay. Finally it was like 9:30, so we all left. Sure it was fun seeing them open presents, but I have to tell you, most of the people there were either pregnant or had babies with them. It scared me out of my wits. I definitely can't imagine being pregnant at this age. Like, having a real human being inside you. Yikes. So, I came away thinking I should be good for awhile. As in, abstain from that stuff. Cuz the last thing I wanna be is a mama right now.

I slept pretty crappy last night, but thank god for some prescription ibprofen--now I'm back to normal.


How was your weekend?

Don't make me think

Sometimes I really don't like to think, ya know, because it takes too much effort. So, when I'm not thinking, I find I say some of the stupidest things ever. This past weekend I was full of dumb remarks. Don't judge.

This past weekend, when we were all working on fixing my brakes, this guy Aaron moved the portable heater near my car.

Me: What're you doing?
Him: Moving the heat closer.
Me: That's not going to melt my car is it?
(Yeah, like I said, I don't think.)

My mom was making me clean the house after she made me breakfast over the weekend.

Mom: Get the black one out of the closet.
Me: The black one? *I hold up the broom*
Mom: Yeah, that.
Me: What's this called again? I know it sweeps...it's not a sweeper though, right?
Mom: It's a broom you idiot!
(In my defense, I had slept for 10 hours the night before...maybe I had too much sleep)


My brother let me borrow his iTouch to Google the number of the tire place.

Me: Ok, I found it. How do you zoom in?
Him: Why do you need to zoom in?
Me: Oh I wanted to zoom in so I could just click the number and call them.
Him: *pauses* You know this isn't an iphone, right? It's an itouch. You can't call from it. That's why you need a real phone...You thought it was a phone didn't you?
Me: Uh, no....
(I don't get out much, what can I say?)




Maybe I should start thinking...do you say stupid stuff like I do?

Growing up

Somedays I feel like I'm an adult full of wisdom. Other days I feel like I'm still in high school and a kid afraid of the big bad real world. Sometimes I see traits of my mom in me, like when I plan everything to a T, or research things before I buy them. Other days I know I have parts of my dad within me, like when I ask a friend why they are upset and give them a hug, or always try to be on time, if not early. And somedays I wish I didn't have parts of them within me. That I didn't inherit their faults. 

After struggling with "fixing" my brakes all day on Saturday, I was frustrated, cold, and tired. I came home to find two black trash bags sitting on top of my bed. I went over and opened them up, and saw momentos from my childhood and early years. There was my old pink crocheted blanket, my ballerina trophy from my recital, there were pictures of my best friend and I sitting on the black top at recess, there were my prom dresses from junior and senior year, and my old letter jacket. And they were thrown into trash bags. I wasn't pleased, because they used to be in a plastic tub. I packed them in one before I moved out of my house and into an apartment and put it in the closet in the basement. It's been sitting there for over two years now, undisturbed. Until this weekend, that is.

Sunday morning I asked my mom why she threw all of my stuff into trash bags. "Oh, well I needed that bin for my stuff," she said. "Well, why can't I just keep this stuff downstairs in the closet? Why does it have to be in my room?" I asked. "No, no, no, I don't want any of your stuff in my house. Get it out." I was hurt by this. I mean, seriously, what parent doesn't want their kid's old stuff? I just don't get it. If I ever am a parent, I won't make my kid take all of their stuff with them. I mean, seriously, it was ONE BIN. It's not even like I was taking up the entire closet. She told my other brother who's 20, the same thing, that he needed to take his stuff with him too. It makes no sense to me. Yes, they are my things. Things she didn't need to go through btw. But is it really that much to ask that I can keep ONE BIN full of stuff at the house? It's not like my house is filled to the gills with junk. It's not at all. There's plenty of room. Maybe on a deeper level I don't want to accept that the house I grew up in is no longer my home. Maybe I don't want to grow up and part with my childhood self. But I've always known I can't be there forever and I look forward to the day when I move out and can be on my own again. Hell, I can't wait till I have my own place to call home, even if that means I'll be in debt forever.

It can just be really frustrating when you live with your parents and I think my mom is being insensitive but she got her way. My stuff is still sitting in my room, along with my luggage that she won't let me keep downstairs,  a pile of books that she won't let me put on the bookshelf, and a couple of boxes. My room is getting too crowded with all of my stuff, so I think sometime soon I'm going to get access to my P.O.D. and put it all in there. That way I can at least see my floor again.

Bad Habits

There's just something about being connected to technology that makes me sorta kinda addicted to it. At work, I'm constantly on gchat, and checking Twitter. I log onto Facebook daily, except for the weekends. So, when I'm not at work, I do the next best thing I can do--I text. Which leads me to my bad habit confession today: I text while driving. I KNOW, I'm so so so bad, right? Eeeks.

I shouldn't do it. I know that. I know it's not safe. I know that people have caused accidents by texting or just being on their cell phones in general. I know that, yet, it hasn't happened to me, so I continue to do it. Until now. As of today, I'm going to stop this bad habit, because I need to put my safety first. A text can wait. Don't get me wrong, it will be hard not to reach over and steal a quick glance at my phone to see who it was from or what it says when I hear the double beep of my cell phone going off. But I can't do it anymore. Nope, it's not a good thing. Plus, maybe it'll help me become less addicted to responding instantaneously. Maybe I'll start listening to the radio again. Or better yet, use that extra 20 minutes to reflect on my day, something I rarely do anymore.


What are your bad habits?

Wrong side of the bed

I must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed today. Or maybe it was that I actually woke up at 5:30 a.m. this morning from a really bad dream. In the dream, I had two minutes until my job interview and my mom and M were with me. M drove us there. Anyways, we're on the fourth floor of this building walking around when my mom decides she has to pee. I am so frustrated with her because she's going to make me late! I can't be late! Then as she's about done, I decide since I'm going to in the interview for an hour, I have to go pee too. Only, there's a long ass line and turns out I'm in a doctor's office, and everyone in line has to pee in a cup. So I say, screw it, I'll be fine. I see a girl and ask her where the third floor is, and thankfully she says it's just downstairs. So maybe I will make it on time, I think to myself. Then my mom emerges from the bathroom, and says "You didn't do your hair! You look like shit." That is when I realize my hair isn't even combed, it's still in a ponytail and I didn't put on any makeup. FML.

Bad dream, I know. I think I'm full of hate today because I'm stressed. I'm stressed out about my job interview tomorrow. I don't know what I'm wearing, and I ran out of time to perfect my hair today. I know what you're thinking--just do it tonight, right? Well, no. That's not gonna work because I'm going to be at the murder mystery play with Steve until 9:30. So I probably won't get home till 10pm. Oh well, it has to get done. As for as outfits, I'm going with either the black-pants-with-blazer number or a fancy skirt with a black blazer. and heels. and unlike my dream, my hair will be perfect and I will have makeup on.

I'm also stressed because I've lost something very important to me. It's like gold. It's like my eco pass, which is a yearly bus pass that I get for free from work. And I've lost it. Er, misplaced it. Dude, I don't know. But I know that I very rarely ever ever ever lose shit and I'm frustrated that I can find it. I know I had it for sure on Friday, because it was with my Costco card that is also missing. I know that I have to find it. I've torn my room apart, it's not there. Looked in my car. Not there. Looked in my mom's car. Not there. Ugh! I have to find it. Emphasis on the have, ok? I did email the bus guy I know to see what I would have to do to replace it if it came to that, so that's positive. And it's positive that I do have a car, so I can drive this week if need be. I just hate losing things.

Have you lost anything recently or just want to bitch like me? Go for it.

Weekend Recap

Friday- I didn't do a darn thing Friday night, and that was just how I liked it. I saw my Dad, played Wii with my 'lil brother and went to bed semi-early.

Saturday- I slept in, then went on a hike with M and her friend. It was good times. We weren't really motivated to tackle the summit or anything but we did do at least a mile or two. And we had a makeshift picnic at some point and talked about life. It was very enjoyable. After that I canceled plans with Steve because I wasn't feeling up to it. We did reschedule though for tomorrow. We're going to a Murder Mystery play. I'm really excited! Saturday night I didn't feel up to doing much either, so I stayed home with my family and talked on the phone with boys. It was relaxing.

Sunday- I slept in again. I swear I got so much sleep this weekend, it was great. And I feel 10x better! I think the drugs I took helped because I'm not sneezing or coughing or stuffed up anymore. Yay! Then I went to my cousin's baby shower, where I was forced to have a shot of tequila. Seriously, not worth drinking anymore. Basically, I didn't even feel it, it made me so sleepy. But I made it through the shower, and then went to church with my mom. If she hadn't gone with me, I would've skipped it and slept instead. After that we went to Panera and got dinner and then came home.

Overall, it was a low key weekend, but definitely relaxing with all the sleep I got.

How was your weekend?

I'm not obsessed, ok?

Things I'm currently liking alot:

1. Cupcakes. Blame it on Yum Yum's, and Tee & Cakes, which is near my office. I tried their White on White cupcake last night complete with pink sprinkles and it was so good. Therefore, I'm thinking I might need one a day for the rest of this week.

2. Larabars. Now, I'm not into soy, or cliff bars, or anything that tastes like it has protein powder in it. But these ones have always been my favorite. They have good flavors, and I finally got to try their newest one: peanut butter and jelly. I kid you not, when I ate it I felt like I was 5 again. Yum. My other favorites are their cinnamon roll and apple pie.

3. Reading. I just finished Emily Griffin's Love the One You're With last week. Yesterday I finished Dear Neighbor, Drop Dead by Saralee Rosenberg. And today I've started Zora & Nicky, by Claudia Mair Burney, and I want to finish it already. I spent my lunch hour on the couch in our lobby reading, and I only got about 75 pages in. But it's good so far.


What are you currently liking alot or obsessed with?

A update of sorts

I'm not sure what's going on with me, but suffice it to say, I've been pushing people away on purpose lately. Let's run down the list, shall we?

Peter- Yeah, I might've had a crush on him, and was planning on flying to AZ to spend the weekend with him next month...but not so much now. I totally forgot his birthday. Like, I knew what day it was, but on that actual day, I didn't piece it together that it was his birthday, so I never called, nor sent a card. And that never happens to me, usually I'm the good friend, with all the details. I even did this this year with my mom's birthday. Oy. By the time I remembered, I wished him a belated one and said sorry, but it wasn't enough. He's still "disappointed" in me. Which I can see why he is, but honestly, it doesn't make me want to send him a card now. I know I should, because it's the "right thing to do," and I keep telling myself I should, but I just haven't. Obviously, I don't want to. Sad.

I also ruffled his feathers too when I got reacquainted with my ex, B, and in return he's interested in another girl now. Good thing I never booked my flight.

M- I don't even know why I'm pushing her away, but I am. She's like my bff, and I just can't seem to get over my drama and be happy for her.

KS- I haven't talked to him in awhile, but actually did call him the other day, and it felt good to speak with him again. I didn't feel judged, and he had some good insight into things with B.

B- I've been all over him lately, and I have no idea why. I don't know if it's because I just want to fit in with all my couple-y friends, because I know he will give me what I want, or if I just like the idea of him, or if I just needed some affection. Either way is, I know we aren't together, so I can't keep pretending we are, because we aren't, and I have to remember that we aren't together for a reason (which I keep ignoring). In fact, I'm hanging out with him tonight. I know, bad idea. But, I don't care...at least that's what I'm telling myself. And I'm going to reform and totally not initiate anything for awhile after tonight.

Myself- I haven't had any alone time lately, especially with a full house at home, and I miss the alone time. I've been really bitchy lately to my family, and I know it. I don't apologize for it though. I don't understand where all this hate is coming from, or if it's anything specific, but I'm happy to report that my uncle's going out of town for 10 days, and I get to housesit. Aka I'll have 10 days of alone time. Which I hope is a blessing. I hope I don't feel lonely and I hope I can remember what it's like to be on my own again. And, I might even make plans with friends again...like I might actually WANT to see them. We'll see.

Sorority Life

Don't misunderstand this post. I am not in a sorority, nor will I ever be in one. I have friends who are in them from college (who doesn't? They are everywhere) but I never wanted to be in one. Especially the ones at my college back East. Each house was so stereotypical- you had the house with all the Jewish girls, the house who was the richest and who were also drug dealers, the house with the reputation for only selecting big-boned girls, etc. And rush, don't even get me started on rush. You could tell who were rushing because they all dressed alike--with the black pants and whatever name brand swag they could carry.

But here's my confession. I am in a sorority. A virtual one that is. On Facebook. The past 48 hours I've been playing "Sorority Life" on Facebook. And it's totally addicting. I'm already on level 13, working as a research assistant making $1,000 per paycheck, using all of my energy to organize social events, such as blind dates, spring break trips, and freshmen ice breakers. And did I mention all the swag I have? Oh my goodness, I have gorgeous outfits, expensive shoes, two ipods and cell phones, a ton of confidence, and the house mom has awarded me with 15 brownie points. Am I so cool or what?? Now if I could only win a few fights...but I need more "sisters" in my house first. Wanna rush my house? Look for me, I'm Olivia Hudson, dressed in the hot pink tube top, black leggings, and DKNY saddle pumps.