Ahhhhhhhh, boy did I need to go lay around for a weekend. I have not had an official vacation (going to grandpa and grandma's doesn't count, even as much fun and relaxation as that is...) since 2007. This weekend was a blast!
This weekend I:
+ drove a really beautiful, lovely...I mean, GIANT, tough! Manly [pretty black] truck.
+ learned to knit; began a scarf.
+ took a bunch of pretty lake/sunset photos.
+ ate yummy ice cream.
+ saw a rainbow.
+ did not facebook.
+ convinced Sara of fun things to do, such as wade in the GINORMOUS waves.
+ went swimming after midnight.
+ saw 2 shooting stars
+ drank a lot of pop, and displayed my secret belching skills for Sara (only around those who already love me enough not to judge).
+ lost miserably at a very odd game of Monopoly.
+ won at a rousing game of scrabble (45pt word, baby).
+ had church at home :)
+ giggled...a lot.
+ DROVE A JET SKI!!! [by myself] (so much FREAKing fun)
+ flew off a jet ski (not my fault/driving)
+ sat by a roaring fire & knitted.
+ almost ate a booger on accident...*blech*
+ got lost, drove an hour out of our way, ha.
+ (w/ Sara, we) got awkwardly hit on in the gas station...
+ missed my dog. I come home, - she smells EXACTLY like a port-a-potty, it's quite strange and off-putting.
And last, but not least:
+ MADE MEMORIES!
Monday, June 29, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
The Day of FAIL
Oh where to begin. Maybe that the inside of my nose just itched, and I realized I have soot in both my nostrils. Yum. Ha, bet you wanted to know that. It gets better (and less gross), keep reading.
So I told my small group that this week I'd be bringing the infamous fruit pizza that is such a hit. I had all the ingredients, and I was ready to go. I went to turn on the oven to preheat while my roommates were cooking dinner. All of a sudden I hear Hillary (my roommate) say that the oven is smoking. It's happened before, but I thought I'd come check it out. It's intensely smoking. I'm already afraid of gas ovens, but this scares me more. So I go to my room to call my mom and ask her what to do. Parents have all the answers, right? Wrong. I tell her it's smoking too much, and go back out and it's smoking even more and there's ash falling from the smoke. So I start flipping out.
Of course, my mom does not know what to say, which stresses me out more so she puts my brother on the phone, who basically just tells me to call the fire department. So I hang up on him, call them, and we open the little broiler drawer thingy, and there it is one of those disposable tin pans flaming up a storm.
At this point, the whole apartment is dark because there's a thick smoke floating from about 2 feet off the ceiling. I tell them to dump water on it, and feel dumb for calling 911. I've never honestly done that in my life, called 911. Scary stuff, I'm telling you. So we decide to open the windows and wait it out outside.
I call up my aunty carole, carrie's mom, and ask her if I can come use their oven because I already had people's hopes up about this fruit pizza, it had to be there at small group. So she said I could come over. So I go back into the smoke filled apartment (yes, I'm that person) and gather up all my fruits and other ingredients, and my purse and head out to my car. Carrie calls me, I tell her I'm coming to her house to cook and she tells me I should pick her up. I tell her I'm on my way and hop in. I realize, once in the car that I left my makeup bag inside and was wearing no makeup (-maybe it's a sign).
So naturally, I grab my apartment keys and hop out of the car, habitually locking the door. Take note here: I only grabbed my apartment keys. I get not a few steps back towards our main door, when I realize I did not have my car keys in hand...and I'm pretty sure I remembered locking the doors. Great. There they were, sitting on the seat, doors locked...spares in my purse, along with my cell phone - also in the car. Better believe that's going to be changing soon (the spare). Carrie waiting on a street somewhere for me to pick her up when I was "just leaving". The only hope being that the moonroof is open a smidge, but not enough to comfortably fit an arm in.
So I go back in to the building, where my roommates are waiting out the smoke in the hallway with our neighbor from across the hall whom we scared by me standing with the door open calling 911 saying we had a "fire". Haha, poor girl.
Anyways, Hillary pointed out to me that we own a mop. Unfortunately, (and I only know from trying) the mop has a weird squiggee handle midway up the base of it, so it didn't fit in the small opening. I go back in, yet again and ask our new found friend from across the hall if she has a broom. She kindly lent me one. It was green.
I stuff pretty much the whole broom into the car, just barely holding onto the sweeping end as the other end taps gently and awkwardly at the heavy duty unlock button on the passenger's side. I couldn't control the whole broom well enough by just the bristles, so I somehow finagled my whole forearm in through this tiny crack and successfully unlocked the door to much of my relief. Calling AAA to have some dude unlock my car, not my idea of a nice tuesday night meant to be spent at small group, eating fruit pizza.
So I go to Carrie's, and her mom was so nice to let me abuse her kitchen. Then, their oven craps out. I was so close. I had the sauce mixed, I was cutting fruit, and the dough was already smushed on the pan. I had to then bring all the almost ready components to our small group house and bake it there.
It was a success, yet again. But I'm convinced some force of evil did not want me to make that fruit pizza.
When I arrived home, my roommates had cleaned most of it up, and told me there was soot everywhere. And I mean everywhere. I should tell them to blow their noses...
So I told my small group that this week I'd be bringing the infamous fruit pizza that is such a hit. I had all the ingredients, and I was ready to go. I went to turn on the oven to preheat while my roommates were cooking dinner. All of a sudden I hear Hillary (my roommate) say that the oven is smoking. It's happened before, but I thought I'd come check it out. It's intensely smoking. I'm already afraid of gas ovens, but this scares me more. So I go to my room to call my mom and ask her what to do. Parents have all the answers, right? Wrong. I tell her it's smoking too much, and go back out and it's smoking even more and there's ash falling from the smoke. So I start flipping out.
Of course, my mom does not know what to say, which stresses me out more so she puts my brother on the phone, who basically just tells me to call the fire department. So I hang up on him, call them, and we open the little broiler drawer thingy, and there it is one of those disposable tin pans flaming up a storm.
At this point, the whole apartment is dark because there's a thick smoke floating from about 2 feet off the ceiling. I tell them to dump water on it, and feel dumb for calling 911. I've never honestly done that in my life, called 911. Scary stuff, I'm telling you. So we decide to open the windows and wait it out outside.
I call up my aunty carole, carrie's mom, and ask her if I can come use their oven because I already had people's hopes up about this fruit pizza, it had to be there at small group. So she said I could come over. So I go back into the smoke filled apartment (yes, I'm that person) and gather up all my fruits and other ingredients, and my purse and head out to my car. Carrie calls me, I tell her I'm coming to her house to cook and she tells me I should pick her up. I tell her I'm on my way and hop in. I realize, once in the car that I left my makeup bag inside and was wearing no makeup (-maybe it's a sign).
So naturally, I grab my apartment keys and hop out of the car, habitually locking the door. Take note here: I only grabbed my apartment keys. I get not a few steps back towards our main door, when I realize I did not have my car keys in hand...and I'm pretty sure I remembered locking the doors. Great. There they were, sitting on the seat, doors locked...spares in my purse, along with my cell phone - also in the car. Better believe that's going to be changing soon (the spare). Carrie waiting on a street somewhere for me to pick her up when I was "just leaving". The only hope being that the moonroof is open a smidge, but not enough to comfortably fit an arm in.
So I go back in to the building, where my roommates are waiting out the smoke in the hallway with our neighbor from across the hall whom we scared by me standing with the door open calling 911 saying we had a "fire". Haha, poor girl.
Anyways, Hillary pointed out to me that we own a mop. Unfortunately, (and I only know from trying) the mop has a weird squiggee handle midway up the base of it, so it didn't fit in the small opening. I go back in, yet again and ask our new found friend from across the hall if she has a broom. She kindly lent me one. It was green.
I stuff pretty much the whole broom into the car, just barely holding onto the sweeping end as the other end taps gently and awkwardly at the heavy duty unlock button on the passenger's side. I couldn't control the whole broom well enough by just the bristles, so I somehow finagled my whole forearm in through this tiny crack and successfully unlocked the door to much of my relief. Calling AAA to have some dude unlock my car, not my idea of a nice tuesday night meant to be spent at small group, eating fruit pizza.
So I go to Carrie's, and her mom was so nice to let me abuse her kitchen. Then, their oven craps out. I was so close. I had the sauce mixed, I was cutting fruit, and the dough was already smushed on the pan. I had to then bring all the almost ready components to our small group house and bake it there.
It was a success, yet again. But I'm convinced some force of evil did not want me to make that fruit pizza.
When I arrived home, my roommates had cleaned most of it up, and told me there was soot everywhere. And I mean everywhere. I should tell them to blow their noses...
Monday, June 08, 2009
How Has a Year Gone By?
A little over a year later, here I sit, on my bed in my first apartment. I am a little psyched out at how fast this time has gone. I sat at the class of 2009 graduation ceremony in the target center today. I walked the unbearably hot hallways where the eager soon-to-be graduates were lined up, decked out in navy blue cap and gown. That was me, a year ago. Not to be cliche, but it seems like it was just yesterday that I was standing there planning out the exciting moment of throwing my hat. That was the part I was looking forward to most, even though we weren't "allowed to" throw our hats. We did. I did.
The best part is, I don't even remember that moment. I remember so much else, but I don't remember that, the one moment I was looking forward to for 4 years.
It still psychs me out! Sitting on my bed, in my first apartment, after finishing my first year of being only a college student(i.e. "real college", haha). It's really weird, how you can look forward to something so much, then it passes you by so fast. Or how you can want something so much, and then you get it and it becomes a part of everyday life that you don't even realize.
My cap is sitting dustily in one of my still unpacked boxes (i don't have any shelves to put the stuff on...). My tassel is sitting at the bottom of the lowly cup-holder in my car, after getting pulled over for having it on my mirror. And the memory, the feeling of throwing my cap up in the air, and leaving high school and never looking back...are long gone.
The best part is, I don't even remember that moment. I remember so much else, but I don't remember that, the one moment I was looking forward to for 4 years.
It still psychs me out! Sitting on my bed, in my first apartment, after finishing my first year of being only a college student(i.e. "real college", haha). It's really weird, how you can look forward to something so much, then it passes you by so fast. Or how you can want something so much, and then you get it and it becomes a part of everyday life that you don't even realize.
My cap is sitting dustily in one of my still unpacked boxes (i don't have any shelves to put the stuff on...). My tassel is sitting at the bottom of the lowly cup-holder in my car, after getting pulled over for having it on my mirror. And the memory, the feeling of throwing my cap up in the air, and leaving high school and never looking back...are long gone.
Cling To Your Words
Just cling to your words,
Cause they're all that you've got,
To veil the way that you rot,
Keep trying to hide,
But you've got no,
One on your side,
And I hope,
That you pray,
Cause you're gonna meet God some day,
Then you'll face what you've done,
Like facing the end of a loaded gun,
But me, I've,
Got to find,
A way to,
Let this go,
And she'll have to,
Heal a bit,
Due to one hell of an ignorant twit,
Who clearly didn't know,
The worth of her,
And so,
Clings to his words,
Like an argumentative boy,
Whose life is lacking,
In any real joy,
Yes, cling to your words,
Cause they're all you've got,
But anything you claim to be,
We already know you're not.
Cause they're all that you've got,
To veil the way that you rot,
Keep trying to hide,
But you've got no,
One on your side,
And I hope,
That you pray,
Cause you're gonna meet God some day,
Then you'll face what you've done,
Like facing the end of a loaded gun,
But me, I've,
Got to find,
A way to,
Let this go,
And she'll have to,
Heal a bit,
Due to one hell of an ignorant twit,
Who clearly didn't know,
The worth of her,
And so,
Clings to his words,
Like an argumentative boy,
Whose life is lacking,
In any real joy,
Yes, cling to your words,
Cause they're all you've got,
But anything you claim to be,
We already know you're not.
Though My Tired Eyes Keep Blinking
My brain won't stop the flow,
Of thoughts so endless,
And there's nothing I can think of,
Nothing that can mend this,
And all creativity stops dead,
At the broken levee in my head,
I have eagerness of heart,
Yet no way to force this art,
I find myself lost again,
In this vast sea of over thinking,
Where thought is in constant streams,
Though my tired eyes keep blinking,
My head is lacking dreams,
Yet my energy is sinking,
While this wily hurricane travels,
I find that my psyche unravels,
And leaves me in a pile,
At the feet of the morning light,
After accumulated worries kept me,
Company all night.
Of thoughts so endless,
And there's nothing I can think of,
Nothing that can mend this,
And all creativity stops dead,
At the broken levee in my head,
I have eagerness of heart,
Yet no way to force this art,
I find myself lost again,
In this vast sea of over thinking,
Where thought is in constant streams,
Though my tired eyes keep blinking,
My head is lacking dreams,
Yet my energy is sinking,
While this wily hurricane travels,
I find that my psyche unravels,
And leaves me in a pile,
At the feet of the morning light,
After accumulated worries kept me,
Company all night.
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