half & half.

most Sundays i lay around in my pj's all afternoon with my dog. i wander around my parents empty house and i read the paper without any shoes or socks. I am the Merriam-Webster English dictionary definition of lazy. This Sunday was no exception.

after hours and hours of doing absolutely nothing, I drove to church alone, and i had dinner with an old friend. once you know someone inside and out for years, any small change seems gargantuan. i try to shrug off any nagging thoughts, although its definetly the kind of thing that makes that really horrible nostalgic emo 2001 feeling flare up in your guts. (i know someone knows what i mean). we had the kind of conversation, that's just friendly enough not to be awkward, but not momentous enough to remember. i feel like our conversation was the background 'music' to someone elses night. bleh, maybe next time.

Luckily on my way home, my family called to invite me for a late cup of coffee at some generic diner, and everyone talked too loud, letting voices and topics bump into and blend into one big loud indecipherable conversation. it made me feel more like myself ... or at least myself now.


this week was wonderful and hectic.
I unexpectedly got a big bouquet of tulips
my school stuff settled
internship training


i feel ready for the next 13/14 weeks.

dop

within just a few days of school starting, (two) i've managed to get an internship. Despite the details- i feel as although a new direction of life has come my way.

i think, as long as i've been in college this is by far the heaviest, worst hair, bad skin, bad clothes version of myself i've EVER been- yet i'm in the happiest most optimistic mood i've been in my life. funny how things work out.

And despite me being single for a bit- i've decided that a boy is the last thing i need in my life. i think its about time i wander around and meet people who inspire me- and if i make out w/ a few ... lucky me.

eyelash

tomorrow begins 4 years of a hopeful new president, a few months of hectic scheduling w/ school and work & a heated 24 hour deadline to finish crafting for the show.


I'm so incredibly tired and excited at the same time, for everything.

[my weekend consisted of music, beer, vegan food, parties,making out, the Tap, hookah, a day drip, a desert adventure with an old friend, buffalo's, goats, juicy steaks, lone star & singing/dancing horribly to "THRILLER". it was nothing short of amazing.]

I'm so happy for every single moment of my life and everyone in it. its pretty disgusting.

infinalmente

after a fucking goosehunt around the city trying to connect a cheap phone to a cheap phone carrier, i finally got it all done and it only took 4 or 5 hours. wtf el paso. this phone better last me at least 3 months or i will throw down with some Cricket employees.



in other news i met an interesting boy today, and while its probably not even worth mentioning-it was nice, since i guess i felt like i hadnt noticed a new boy in a long time.

day one.

After years of not (seriously) using a blog of any kind, I caved. I like to document my days so that i dunno, years later i think to myself "what was i doing in January of '09?", i got my bases covered.

tonight i went to a bar with my parents, and while it probably should of been awkward it was a lot of fun. While other families only meet at grandmas house, my family reserves a whole bar. Anyhow, family members i had never met hugged me over and over again, held my hand, piled tons of food onto Styrofoam plates for me, then told me how they had only seen me when i was only this tall- sadly not much has changed height wise. After chicken, rice, corn, veggies, bread, and the most delicious, delectable, delightful tres leches cake, I sat around and realized i am literally the ONLY person in my family who does not know how to dance. i spent most of my night sipping on my tiny bar cup of coca-cola and leaning against my mom trying to hear stories about how couples met, and which kids belonged to who, and who didn't show up.

Then, in the midst of trying to piece together my family puzzle it happened some ranchero man (who was NOT a family member but i guess a bar employee, or a covert family party crasher) with a thick mustache and a tightly tucked in polo shirt struts over (with a very smooth swagger) and asks me to dance. i (obviously) said no, i mean despite the fact that i am the kind of girl who appreciates well groomed facial hair-

a) i couldn't embarrass the shit out of this man
b) i had just met 1/2 the people there and i didn't want to embarrass myself by my Elaine Benis moves
c)this guy tucked his polo shirt into cargo khakis and more or less demanded a dance by yelling
"BAILA CON MIGO", and i just don't really dig that shit.

after i convinced this man that i could really not dance- he left and proceeded back to the other bar employees and talked shit about me behind the bar, and made no attempt at trying to hide the fact the he was talking about me.

how do i know?

he POINTED at me, and mouthed "she cant dance" like as if it was a federal offense.


sorry motherfuckers.


in other news, if anyone knows where they teach dance moves- fill me in.