why is this week gonna be awesome?

It's short.

Fall break begins on Wednesday!

And despite the fact that it's Monday, I'm in a pretty awesome mood.

Why, you ask?

I made an A on my Spanish exam! :] Yes, the exam that was I was pretty sure I failed.

BEAST!

Everyone have a great week.

this week has been a stressful one

Things that made this week better:

Monday: Theology of the Body, which was created by this awesome guy right here.



Tuesday: my mother made gumbo. This is one of the GOOD things about living at home while going to college!

Wednesday: I finally bought Gregory Maguire's Wicked. When I was little, I was totally obsessed with The Wizard of Oz. I was Dorothy for Halloween, like, 4 times. When we went to Walt Disney World and saw the ruby slippers on display at the Great Movie Ride, I completely freaked out and tried to convince my parents to buy them for me. (Hah, right.) Anyway, I love anything having to do with Oz, and I'd seen posters for the musical but I've been wanting to read the book for a long time now. So, I am now, and it's great.

Thursday: I made a 94 on my sociology exam, and didn't even study. Much.

A little blurry, but whatever.

And Friday: TGIF!

Everyone have an awesome weekend!

does this blog post make me look fat?

See this boy?

Kinda scary, huh?

Anyway, that's Christian, pre-haircut. Obviously. That boy looks like a nerd in this picture, and that's because he absolutely is a nerd. But, he's pretty much the most awesome guy I know, for many reasons.

One of those reasons is because he has no idea why girls - namely, me - wake up with the Fats.

Oh, come on, girlies. You know what the Fats are. When you wake up and maybe you had too many cheesy fries or Oreos the night before, and the needle on the scale goes up a teeny fraction, and your jeans are just a little too tight. And you think, "OhmyGod, I'm fat."

Obviously, this is not rational. Most of us, when we have the Fats, are not fat at all. It's common knowledge that bodies come in all kinds of cool shapes and sizes, and just because the girl sitting next to me looks great awesome as a size 2 doesn't mean I would look cool as a size 2. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'd look downright weird as a size 2. Because I'm not.

But nevertheless, the Fats attack, just like Bad Hair Days and The World is Out to Get Me Days. And as I'm berating myself for eating that (albeit scrumptious) slice of cheesecake, Christian looks at me, totally confused, and goes:

"Baby, what is the matter with you? You're skinny and gorgeous and I love you the way you are anyway."

And those might be just words. But it's the way he looks at me that makes me remember that what he said was true.

Maybe that's why when I'm with him, I don't care quite as much if I stuff an extra brownie in my face.

And ya know what? He's right. (Also, I'm pretty sure Jesus agrees with him, which obviously seals the deal.)

Happy Monday, everyone.

and the victory is mine

I have spent a ridiculous portion of my day messing with the html on here. I've had probably 20 or so blogs scattered throughout cyberspace and I just abandon them after a while because no one reads them. Haha. But I've never gotten the hang of html - I'm pretty technologically challenged.

But then, today I actually added a banner to my blog, which sounds simple, but wasn't for me. And I succeeded!

Ta-da!

I went with Peter Pan because I'm pretty obsessed with Disney, obviously. And there are plenty of days when I feel like flying to Neverland so I don't have to grow up.

I'm searching for my Neverland, figuratively speaking. It's a place where everything is okay, all the time; a magical place where I feel good about who I am. Holly Golightly had a similar idea: Tiffany's was her happy place. Walt Disney World is my happy place, physically, and I think I can smell Neverland... I know the pixie dust will help.

That's it for now.

See ya real soon!

myrecipes.com = obsession

Well, the Spanish homework eventually got done and now I'm sitting in the hall, waiting for class to start.

Yay, it's Friday. Fridays mean I can catch my breath, take my time doing my homework. I can go home, cook, read, finally watch that episode of Gossip Girl I taped Monday night.

I really want to go home and make this:
Coconut cake is my favorite thing ever, pretty much.

But instead, I'll probably go home and make this:

Just as yummy (well, almost) and better for me.

Mk, class about to start.

Everyone have a wonderful Friday!

hola, friendola

Sitting here at work, procrastinating Spanish homework.

Oh, Spanish. We used to be friends back in the good ol' days of high school, when I had Senorita Awesome for a teacher and we had mucho divertido. Now you just depress and confuse the heck outta me.

:[ Sad face.

Silver lining: I got 11 hours of credit from taking it in HS, so this is my last Spanish class everrrr!

Adios, amigos.

I am basically beasting through this semester. I should probably continue this awesomeness by being a good girl and going study.

Catch ya later!