Small Victories, Growing Up

I'm not afraid of spiders anymore.

So, there's this four year old girl I work with at Peace Lutheran who has the flyest pair of Nikes I've seen in a long time. I decided to tell her.

Me: McKenna, I love your shoes.
McKenna: Thanks. They're called Nikes!

After reading nearly all of In Style magazine's April "Color Issue" while waiting to be seen at the CVS minute clinic for two hours yesterday morning, I'm about 100% sure that I need an entirely new, colorful and bright spring wardrobe. Donations are being accepted. Cash or check. Your check had better not bounce. Also, the two hour wait and somewhat steep price tag was worth it-- I'm all better! Take that, strep throat.

Upon arriving home this evening after a relaxing lake house expedition, I was exceedingly pleased to discover my most treasured micro-fleece poncho blanket folded atop my bed-- and less pleased to discover that it was covered in cat hair. Upon closer inspection, I too realized that my pristine white comforter was also covered in the aforementioned fur. Were the abundance of cat hair not proof enough of Riley's newly found residence, my parents later informed me that my room is now primarily occupied by said feline. After an hour or so of denied access to his favorite lair, Riley seized the opportunity to enter the room when I took a brief recess to visit the commode-- I should add that he did so with an immediacy previously unseen in the otherwise lazy feline. I returned his micro-fleece haven to it's former position, left to clean a few dishes and returned to find him curled up, sleeping soundly. While I don't mind the presence of Riley the cat, he most certainly mind's mine. He shoots me the occasional nasty glare from the side of his eyes, as if to say "TURN OFF THE F****** LIGHTS. AND THE MUSIC. AND GET THE F*** TO BED." He is quite an honest cat, you see-- do excuse my use of expletives. I will summarize and conclude simultaneously with the following statement: Riley is utterly displeased.

February 2011 Summary

In the midst of doing nothing, I forgot I had a blog. Here's what you (and by 'you' i mean me in a few months) missed in February!


Highlights:
1) DePauwcalypse/ Snowpacalypse.
2) Minor/horribly painful pulled muscle in arm, resulting in lack of sleep and abnormality of work out routine.
3) Unidentified pills from the Wellness Center in a canister with indecipherable writing.
4) An unseasonably warm couple of days.
5) The onset of Senioritis.
6) Frustrations unending.
7) Panic attacks induced by the thought of the future.
8) In a word, Kentucky!
9) Saturday Afternoon Hookah followed by a life reflection at Casa Grande.

Obsession of the Month:
CHEESE (cheez-its, queso, shredded cheese in all forms, cheese cubes, etc, etc)

Song/Album/Artist of the Month:
Akron/Family's new album-- S/T II: The Cosmic Birth and Journey of Shinju TNT

Best Weekend of the Month:
This month's best weekend was really the best weekend ever, really: Senior Night/Typical Friday/Kentucky
Second Place: Valentine's Party!

Interesting Fact(s) of the Month:
I'm lazy-- but that's nothing new.
I'm getting ready for biking season.
I've realized that I day dream too much. I'm considering rehab.
I miss my cat.
For the first time I ever, I had to write two papers in one day because I put them off so long.


This month's rating: Dare I say it... FIVE STARS?!?! Nah, 4.5-- either way, a major improvement over January.

Kid's got the right idea...

Four year old: Next year, I'll be this many (holds up five fingers), and I have to go to Kindergarten.
Me: Really!? Are you excited?
Four year old: (shakes head adamantly) No!
Me: What? Why not?
Four year old: Because then I have to do HOMEWORK before I can go outside and play!

January 2011 Summary

Highlights:
1) Handicapped as a result of a minor snowboarding catastrophe.
2) Strep Throat for two weeks.
3) Roughly one week of health and boredom.
4) Migraine (now going on five days) nausea, vomiting, sensitivity to light and sound, etc.
5) Several sleepless nights (see numbers 2 and 4)
6) NEW YEAR'S AT THE LAKE HOUSE!! (post snowboarding soreness, pre strep throat)

Obsession of the Month:
Stumbleupon

Song/Album/Artist of the Month:
Wolf Parade - At Mount Zoomer

Best Weekend of the Month:
New Year's for sure
Second Place: The backwards Saturday night

Interesting Fact(s) of the Month:
I've downed almost an entire 100 gelcap container of Extra Strength Tylenol


I'm having an embarrassing amount of fun making questions for myself and then answering them. WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE??




This month's rating: -2.5 stars.

Knock-off brand Sun Chips from Aldi's

Mom: I don't know what it is about these chips-- I can't stop eating them!
Me: Hmm, I don't know. They don't taste right. They taste-
Mom: Artificial. But I can't stop.
Mom: Like Meow Mix.*

*Riley the cat was strung out on Meow Mix for a while. It was a dark time in his life. And he did, in fact, ask for it by name.

Since I've been sick--

I've been wasting an obscene amount of time on the interwebz. So much.

I made a twitter.

Then I made a stumbleupon account to help me find more websites on which to waste my time.

Cheers to second semester senior year!



On another note, Mucinex is serious.

stay posi

Since that post was overwhelmingly negative/disgusting and a very UN-POSI way to start the new year, I'll do this instead. Something about this just cracks me up. (Although laughing is acutely painful.)

For anyone who wants to know:

Here's what my throat has looked like since last Tuesday!

Disclaimer: This is not actually my throat, but the similarities abound.

I'm in pain and miserable and lonely. And swallowing is torture. And the antibiotics aren't working. And I have to take tylenol every two hours for the headaches. And now I'm done complaining.