Soo... Day 2. Still nothing exciting or note worthy to report. I got up made and hung curtains, went to lunch, took a nap and went to work. I didn't realize how much of a bore I am until it was written out. Maybe something terribly dramatic will happen on my way home from work, but since I live in the sticks, likely not.
We may have some boyfriend gripes coming up soon. I feel them boiling. Well ok, if I must I will talk about one gripe.
What's with the yogurt cups. My boyfriend eats fairly healthy, mostly because I do the grocery shopping. He is also a self proclaimed neat freak. Soon after moving in together I realized that his OCD only kicks in when it's convenient for him. I don't really care because I'm not a clean person. I'm not a leave food out for two weeks kind of dirty. Just unorganized. I've really been making an effort to be more mindful of my cleanliness. So I spend every morning doing a walk through of the living room, dining room and kitchen and every morning I pick up empty yogurt cups, Gatorade bottles and cracker boxes. I'm almost tempted to stop buying yogurt.
WTF
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Friday, March 21, 2014
Spring Break Day 1
It's the first day of Spring Break! Boy do I need the break! Right after
my last exam yesterday I shopped a little then went home and slept for
13 hours. No green beer for me. At school people asked me where are you
going for Spring Break. Well little ones, to me the perfect spring break
is sewing curtains, crocheting a sweater and working in the yard. So
that's exactly what I plan to do. While other students booked flights, stocked up on alcohol and shopped for bikinis I bout yards and yards of fabric online, visited the local yarn shop and shopped for new light fixtures for the house. Right now it's off to the yard to trim back the rose bushes.
Feel free to check out my crochet blog. I will be posting pictures of my projects.
/http://1crochetaddict.blogspot.com/
Feel free to check out my crochet blog. I will be posting pictures of my projects.
/http://1crochetaddict.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Here I Am
The name says it all. I'm a 30+ year old female college student. In Junior College right out of high school I failed epically. I had little to no interest in college, or learning, or socializing. I was making decent money at a famous burger joint in California and thought who needs school. Now here I am, much older than the majority of my peers, doing this college thing for realsies this time.
I have been through my rebellious stage, definitely utilized my partying stage to the it's limits, went through the it's time to straighten up so join the military stage, and now I'm in the studious college stage. I think with all these phases of life under my belt I see things around campus through a different set lenses then my first time away from home counter parts. For instance I realize how ridiculous and awkward it is to listen to two not even old enough to drink girls talk for a solid fifteen minutes about a bathing suit bottom while waiting in line at the campus coffee shop that apparently employs 6 socially awkward outcast students at any given moment while the 60 year old owner who dresses and acts like she is twenty sits on the floor under the counter. Or how comical it is for an instructor to postpone an exam until after spring break because the day of the exam would fall on "Green Beer Day", a day the University condones as a day for students to binge drink and risk contracting a plethora of STD's although the Student Government handed out condoms in their "Spring Break Survival Kits".
Most days I avoid talking to most people on campus. I seem to have more in common with the instructors, many of which are my age, then with any of the students. Sure there are some students my age, but many of them have kids and husbands and mostly want to talk about them. I wouldn't mind so much if they put as much effort into pretending like they want to hear about my dog as I do pretending I want to hear about their children. So I just go about my business, going to class, studying, getting good grades, and getting out of there.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a grumpy, rude old woman who walks around campus swatting my cane and random nineteen year olds. I'm pleasant, try to make small talk and jokes that most people around me are too young to get the punch line. I just understand there are more important things in life than bathing suit bottoms and drinking green beer until projectile vomiting prior passing out in the gutter.
Anywho, I decided to start writing a blog. Mostly to vent about things that probably matter to nobody else. If you are planning on following this blog you are officially warned that you will likely be offended at one point or another and I have a potty mouth.
Well until next time.... adios.
V
I have been through my rebellious stage, definitely utilized my partying stage to the it's limits, went through the it's time to straighten up so join the military stage, and now I'm in the studious college stage. I think with all these phases of life under my belt I see things around campus through a different set lenses then my first time away from home counter parts. For instance I realize how ridiculous and awkward it is to listen to two not even old enough to drink girls talk for a solid fifteen minutes about a bathing suit bottom while waiting in line at the campus coffee shop that apparently employs 6 socially awkward outcast students at any given moment while the 60 year old owner who dresses and acts like she is twenty sits on the floor under the counter. Or how comical it is for an instructor to postpone an exam until after spring break because the day of the exam would fall on "Green Beer Day", a day the University condones as a day for students to binge drink and risk contracting a plethora of STD's although the Student Government handed out condoms in their "Spring Break Survival Kits".
Most days I avoid talking to most people on campus. I seem to have more in common with the instructors, many of which are my age, then with any of the students. Sure there are some students my age, but many of them have kids and husbands and mostly want to talk about them. I wouldn't mind so much if they put as much effort into pretending like they want to hear about my dog as I do pretending I want to hear about their children. So I just go about my business, going to class, studying, getting good grades, and getting out of there.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a grumpy, rude old woman who walks around campus swatting my cane and random nineteen year olds. I'm pleasant, try to make small talk and jokes that most people around me are too young to get the punch line. I just understand there are more important things in life than bathing suit bottoms and drinking green beer until projectile vomiting prior passing out in the gutter.
Anywho, I decided to start writing a blog. Mostly to vent about things that probably matter to nobody else. If you are planning on following this blog you are officially warned that you will likely be offended at one point or another and I have a potty mouth.
Well until next time.... adios.
V
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