Being a kid at heart

Lately I've found myself complaining (in a loving way of course) that I hang out with 5 year olds, because some of my friends are a little bit younger than me.They're immature. And annoying. And have really, really stupid ideas, like, "ooh, we have a bucket of ice and some extra lighter fluid, let's light our hands on fire!!!". I kid you not. It's exhausting.

Anywho, in the past week or so, I've realized, sometimes I'm 5 at heart too. And that is a-ok. For example:

text from the bf: "hey, whatcha doin?"
me: "eating milk and cookies.....apparently I'm 5"

I've been super ridiculously sick lately. I started getting terrible headaches like I've never experienced before in my life. I got "a cold" with just a sore throat and my right ear completely closing up. My eyelids randomly decided to swell, so I looked like someone with an allergic reaction. Then it all started getting worse and I had a fever for 72 straight hours and barely had energy to get out of bed. And on top of my eyes being puffy and weird, I got pink eye in both of them. And just you wait, because that's not all. Yesterday, my eyes about half back to normal, my fever gone for about a day or 2, I eat something weird/caught a bug, and spent all last nite headachey and nauseated and blech. I ate 24 hours ago and I still am grossed out and have stomach pain from it. I was in the shower this morning attempting to get ready for work and suddenly felt so awful I had to jump out. Nothing happened but I looked in the mirror and was that gross clammy white/green color you get after you've been sick or almost passed out. Don't know what that was about. And I couldn't take my antibiotic for the past 24 hours, because you have to eat food with it. And the thought of food made me want to barf.

It has truly been insanity. Anyway, my point of saying all that, other than to look back on all the awfulness, is to say that idk about you all, but when I'm sick, I get in one of those "I want my mom" moods. (Unfortunately I was on my own during this whole thing.) When I was a kid and I got sick, I'd always ask my mom to make me Eggo waffles. And she'd always have the 3 different flavor popsicles on hand (the purple the red the orange), but the best was when she made home-made popsicles (which was really just frozen orange juice). So the other day, I decided I was going to eat waffles for dinner, out of a sense of nostalgia and lack of energy to make anything that required more than pushing a toaster button down. And I also really started craving frozen orange juice, but I knew that no one in our house likes oj cuz we all get acid reflux from it so we never ever have any. I walked out to our garage freezer just to see what was there, and lo and behold, what did I find in there but a bottle of oj. I almost cried I was so happy.

Eggo waffles and frozen orange juice...best sicky person dinner ever.

the one with a GRE prep book

Avril Lavigne's newest song is about how great and happy her life is, because she finally found a good boyfriend. What makes her boyfriend so wonderful? He slipped something in her drink so she blacked out and then did who knows what to her, including getting his name tattooed on her. Proof that they're meant to be. Isn't that just so sweet? I mean wow, I'm really jealous, where did she find such a catch? Wish I had something that good going on.

Really?

I am speechless.

This is playing on the radio. People are listening to it. I need to go throw up.


Anyway...that's not what I'm here to blog about.

I started this post to say that today I bought 2 GRE test-prep books. You know what that means? It means that after a year and a half of talk, blog post after blog post of the same getting-nowhere talk, talk has now turned into action. Change and progress, yep they're happening. I'm moving forward. Yay! I feel confident about it. And it's really exciting.

My search has been narrowed down to 4 or 5 schools, which I will soon start applying to, and that process will be done by the end of the year.  Hopefully I get accepted to at least 1, which means a year from now, I will be a graduate student in a school psychology program, about to begin working towards a Master's and Specialist degree to become a certified NASP-approved school psychologist, which means the ability to work anywhere in the country.

The next year is going to be quite the adventure. A lot still needs to be considered...how much this will cost, where I'll live, who I'll live with, etc...but it'll work out. I'm also gonna start looking for a 2nd job this fall, because I'm going to need to save. And save. And save. All work and just a little bit of play for me. I couldn't say no play, because I can't not have some playtime.

So what got me to finally start moving forward and making active steps to plan my future? Well you see, there's this boy who I've spent the past 4 months of my life with, who is going on a mission to Brasil in 2 months. For those of you reading this that don't know (does anyone even read this anyway?) that means 2 whole years of only snailmail communication. Because 2 years is a long time and a lot can happen, I don't know what exactly my future holds and whether or not this boy will be involved (although that would be nice =) ) but I do know that while he's gone I wanna learn and grow and have great experiences just like he will. I don't want 2 years to go by and I've done nothing, gotten no where, not improved or changed or experienced anything. Nope, I'm gonna go out and do something cool with my life. Thank you Josh, for being my inspiration to be better in so many ways.

Everyone, wish me luck! An adventure is beginning.

The one with the costumes

Well guys, it's official. After 3 years of creating the most epic halloween costumes, I have halloween costume block. Yes, I know. It's July. To me that means I'm running out of time and I should've figured this out months ago. Ugh. It was a good run, I suppose.

I have to think of something. I have to. Because especially after last year, everyone expects me to do something crazy and have the best costume. It's become my "thing".

And I'm sorely tempted to buy a headband with ears, pin a tail on me, dress in black, paint whiskers on my face and go as a black cat. If nothing else, no one would expect it.

Perhaps the secret to un-blocking my creativity is to stop caring so much about what people are going to think about all this.

In the mean time, here's the last 3 years....

2008

2009

2010