Our floor's community standards. Please note pancake night every Monday night. Nom nom nom
Monday, August 30, 2010
Day 227
Kat's note that she left in my mailbox. It pretty accurately describes my fan girl moment from the SafetySuit concert Thursday night.
Day 225
I got bored and made this for my room. Each letter has an encouraging quote under it that starts with that letter.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Day 224: Fan girl moments are SQUEE!!!
Okay, so it's really small BUT it's my signed MASTER Plan shirt. SAFETYSUIT was a WKU for the MASTER Plan concert, and I went complete fan girl. Doug (the lead singer) held my hand, and I'm convinced he was looking at me a couple of times when he was singing and looking around at the audience. Had I been the girl whose hand he kissed, I probably would have passed out. But just holding it for a few seconds was good enough for me. Afterwards I got to meet all 4 of them and talk to them and they signed my shirt for me. Best. Night. Ever.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
2010-2011 School Year
This year is already so different from last year, and we only just finished the first night of MASTER Plan.
Reasons why it's different:
1. My group of residents is completely different. I have 3 girls from last year returning, and that's it.
2. I'm not crying like I was this time last year. This time last year I was a first year RA, had just finished my first floor meeting, thought my residents hated me, and called my mom crying.
3. It just feels different...a good kind of different. I can't wait to see what this year brings.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Day 213
My huge, yummy dinner that I made after training today...Chicken, green beans, and rice. I hadn't eaten since 11 this morning, so by the time we were done for the day around 7:45ish, I was starving. Hence the large quantities of food.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
I felt it again...
...that pull, that drive, that feeling. The feeling that reminds me that my job is so much more than a job, that being an RA isn't necessarily "work" for me. Now, I don't want that to sound like I am being cocky or anything, because I'm not. Yeah, this job is not always easy and it takes work for me to get everything done, but I enjoy every single minute of it. What I mean is that I don't feel like I am working most of the time, unless I'm doing paperwork. I really only remember the paycheck when my checking account funds start to dwindle (like right now), and every 2 weeks on payday.
It hit me today during our first day of staff training. I was sitting there while whoever was talking and it hit me like a ton of bricks...that feeling of belonging, of excitement. The feeling of sadness when my mind wandered to the possibility of studying abroad and having to leave this behind for a semester. The feeling of excitement, horror, and panic when I think of grad school possibilities and possibly getting my Masters in something student affairs related. Grad school...*shudders* Scary.
Okay, so some of my fellow RAs might think I'm completely coo-coo for Coco Puffs, but really I owe a lot to the fact that I work for housing. I wouldn't be doing some of the things I'm doing or hold the positions that I hold on campus if I weren't an RA.
Day 212: Welcome to the Jungle!
Apparently T and Janice are our king and queen of the jungle...aka Tarzan and Jane.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Day 211: Helloooooo PFT!
I moved back into my room at school today! Here's my study area...
...and my sleeping area (bottom bunk is serving as a couch)...
...and my entertainment/storage area. One of those drawers is all craft stuff...
...and my kitchen area...
...and a view of my whole room!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Day 210: Goodbyyyyyye Summer
All packed and ready to go! There's still a few things to squeeze into my car once my fridge has been loaded in the morning, and then my mom's car is packed to the brim full of stuff.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Day 209: My Packing Nightmare
I move back to Bowling Green on Friday...hence, I am living in a packing nightmare.
My packing nightmare before...
My packing nightmare after...all the stuff on my bed made it's way in here. There's some stuff all ready down in the basement, and then the rest of my stuff (dishes, pots, pans, bathroom stuff) has to wait until tomorrow...and then there's the nightmare of packing the cars.Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Day 208
Ugh. Once again it's a small picture, so you can see it here if necessary...I was a cleaning and packing BEAST today. This is part of my packing nightmare...emphasis on the word PART. I was very proud of myself because I got all of my clothes in one suitcase. Now it's a matter of getting everything else packed.
Monday, August 9, 2010
LOL Cat
So when I uploaded my day 207 picture on Facebook, I made the comment that I thought it would make a good picture for LOL Cats, but I didn't have a caption, so I didn't do anything about it. About an hour later, my friend Chad commented on the picture with a link and VOILA.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Day 206
Put together my picture frames for my room at school today...next up is my collage poster with a bunch of other pictures I'm about to send to Walgreens to print. :D
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Listography: Things that make me happy
friends. family. perfect sunny days (75 degrees, blue skies). flowers. letters. postcards. laughing babies or toddlers. hugs. chocolate.
Day 205
I'm a chronic list maker, especially when it comes to packing. I'm always afraid that I am going to forget something.
This would be my packing list for school. It takes up the front and back of one page and half of another page. My grocery shopping list (for once I get to Bowling Green) is a page all by itself. Oy vey.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Day 204: Tax Free Weekend
It's the weekend before school starts here in Tennessee...that means it's tax free weekend!!! Woo hoo!!!
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This picture is part one...the Mom&I edition. We hit Target and Office Max after taking the car to get serviced. That huge Target bag? $50 worth of $2 pairs of flip-flops for me to turn into really cute door decs when the time comes, which is the end of February for Spring Break door decs...hey, don't judge me. Didn't really think I'd be able to find cheap flip flops in the 30 degree weather in February. It's called thinking ahead. We also got my white board for my door and various office/school supplies..jpg)
This is the after dinner edition. Mom, Dad and I hit the rest of the stores that I needed to hit and got a lot of stuff for school and storage here at home. We also got my bedding for this upcoming school year, which we left in the basement. It came nice and pre packed in a bin, so we didn't see the point in bringing it upstairs for a week. We got the rest of my school supplies, as well as 2 outfits at Old navy (where we stood in the checkout line for like 15 minutes) and a new pair of shoes at New Balance.Tomorrow: Dad's shopping (at one store) and Costco. Huzzah!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Day 203
I got my hair cut today. Even with as nervous as I was, I think I like this style better than any other style I've ever had before.
Day 202
Once again, the cat supervised while I cleaned. I don't think she trusted me to do a good enough job in the kitchen. :p
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Day 200
I feel like this should be an LOLcats picture. haha. On a different note, I only have 165 days left in my project 365! Time to think of something else to do after I'm done...
Monday, August 2, 2010
Stuck in Hillbilly Hell.
Okay, not really. But 3 years ago when I wrote this speech, I was still kind of if-y about living here and the possibility of going to school in Kentucky. I still LOOOOOVE this speech, and am very proud of it. I'm contemplating tweeking it, rememorizing it, and using it in an open mic night or something where stand up-ish comedy is allowed. Thought I'd share. :)
“Oh my God, you’re ruining my life!” –That was my reaction when my parents told me we were going to move from Sunny Southern California to Middle Tennessee (more like Middle of Nowhere Hicksville, I thought). Up until that point, I’d lived in California my whole life. I was comfortable-and now my world was turned upside down. Where was I going to shop? In California, there are malls the size of small towns—in Tennessee there’s the Bass Pro Shops. Where was I going to eat? In California, there are places that have 2 dozen different types of sushi—in Tennessee, pickled pig’s feet are a delicacy.
In California, everything I wanted was a short drive away. In the summer there were the pristine beaches, with the sun-kissed surfers with their perfectly chiseled bodies. And in the winter, there were the majestic mountains, with the rugged snowboarders and their perfectly chiseled bodies…*BIG SIGH*
I’m sorry; I was just getting a little nostalgic. But what are you supposed to do when you’re a California girl stuck in hillbilly hell?
Once I realized that this wasn’t just a cruel joke on the part of my father, I figured I better find out a little about this place called Tennessee. I asked all my friends what they knew, and I was shocked. I found out that Tennessee is actually still part of the United States, that I’d have to wear overalls and ride a tractor to school, and that if my cousin didn’t move too, I wouldn’t have a date to the Senior prom…EWWWWW.
I went home that night and told my parents in no uncertain terms that we were NOT moving, and they were just going to have to deal with it…After they stopped laughing at me they suggested that I look on the internet for more accurate information. I read about this great philosopher, and his teachings really helped me come to terms with my pending move. I’m telling you, Jeff Foxworthy is one smart guy!
First he taught me about the difference between y’all, all y’all, and you’uns. Apparently y’all is singular, all y’all is plural, and you’uns is all y’all plus three. It took me awhile to adjust to using y’all. It annoyed me to no end when my dad bought a shirt that says “what part of y’all don’t you understand?” Well, the “y” and the “’all.”
In his stand up routine, Foxworthy points out that there are a lot of misconceptions about the South and that many people automatically assume that all southerners are rednecks. He has a good point. There are A LOT of misconceptions about the South. I had some misconceptions about Tennessee when I found out that I was moving. Granted, most of them turned out to be wrong, and I actually learned a lot from moving to the South.
Californians don’t know much about the Civil War, or as it’s called here “the war of northernly aggression” or “the war of the lost cause.” A Californians’ idea of a civil war was when their state was liberated from Mexico, or more recently, the Bloods versus the Crips. Which leads me to hunting … in Tennessee people actually hunt animals. In California, they hunt each other and call them drive-bys.
But most importantly I learned that shopping in Tennessee is more than Bass Pro Shops and the Tractor Supply Company. The malls may not be the size of a small town, but they are malls all the same – with huge stores, stocked high with all the essentials that a teenage girl needs for her survival – shoes, purses, clothes, more shoes, make up, cute guy behind the counter and did I mention shoes?
And then I learned that I can date even without my cousins living in the same state. Unfortunately my father has also learned that he can legally buy a shotgun, and use it to scare the dickens out of any potential dates. We need to work on this.
I quickly learned that I wasn’t going to starve either. Pickled pigs’ feet aside, Tennessee has a lot of food and restaurants to choose from. There are plenty of steakhouses, and enough BBQ to choke a pig, but Waffle House is still kind of creepy…and I don’t get the whole thing with grits. In California, they give “grits” a fancy name a la polenta, so that they can charge a fancy price, while y’all call them grits and charge a lot less. Personally it doesn’t matter if you call it polenta, grits, or ground up corn, I don’t like ‘em. On the subject of food, let’s talk about road kill. (Stay with me here…) Amazingly enough Tennessee has a law assuring your right to take home anything you hit with your car for your “personal use and consumption.” Maybe this law makes sense, especially if you drive around in a monster truck.
I may not have ended up in Hicksville, which really does exist in Tennessee, but I found someplace scarier. One night on my way to a friend’s house, I missed a turn. I drove for what seemed like forever. I hadn’t seen another car for at least ten minutes when in the distance I saw a small farmhouse and a barn so rickety that a simple sneeze could have blown it over. That’s when my headlights hit the small sign that read “Welcome to Vernon Hollow, population 6.” As I quickly turned around I could have sworn that I heard banjo music playing.
Did you know that Tennessee actually has four seasons? They’re referred to as Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter. I guess technically California has four seasons as well, they are just referred to by different names: earthquakes, fires, floods, and riots.
The one thing that everyone asked me after I moved was whether or not I had ever met anyone famous while living in California. Just because I lived somewhere with a population of 37 million people doesn’t mean I lived next to Tom Cruise or ran into Paris Hilton while shopping in one of those small town sized malls. In the year that I have lived in Tennessee where the state population is 6 million people, I have seen 4 celebrities in person, and live within a mile of 3 that I know of (I’m sure there are others hiding from me out there). I have even bagged groceries for … for … oh shoot … what’s his name … you know, that one country singer … the one that wears a cowboy hat.
I learned about southern hospitality too, when I moved here. On my first day of school, I didn’t know anybody, but people were still nice to me, showed me around, and quickly befriended me. I learned that I can’t always jump to conclusions about people or places like Tennessee. Now whenever I have to do something for school, like a forensics tournament, my parents remind me that I thought they were ruining my life when we moved. And my friends in California say that I am slowing starting to pick up on a Southern drawl. I have no idea what they are talking about. *southern drawl* Oh no…I’m turning into one of them!!!!
In California, everything I wanted was a short drive away. In the summer there were the pristine beaches, with the sun-kissed surfers with their perfectly chiseled bodies. And in the winter, there were the majestic mountains, with the rugged snowboarders and their perfectly chiseled bodies…*BIG SIGH*
I’m sorry; I was just getting a little nostalgic. But what are you supposed to do when you’re a California girl stuck in hillbilly hell?
Once I realized that this wasn’t just a cruel joke on the part of my father, I figured I better find out a little about this place called Tennessee. I asked all my friends what they knew, and I was shocked. I found out that Tennessee is actually still part of the United States, that I’d have to wear overalls and ride a tractor to school, and that if my cousin didn’t move too, I wouldn’t have a date to the Senior prom…EWWWWW.
I went home that night and told my parents in no uncertain terms that we were NOT moving, and they were just going to have to deal with it…After they stopped laughing at me they suggested that I look on the internet for more accurate information. I read about this great philosopher, and his teachings really helped me come to terms with my pending move. I’m telling you, Jeff Foxworthy is one smart guy!
First he taught me about the difference between y’all, all y’all, and you’uns. Apparently y’all is singular, all y’all is plural, and you’uns is all y’all plus three. It took me awhile to adjust to using y’all. It annoyed me to no end when my dad bought a shirt that says “what part of y’all don’t you understand?” Well, the “y” and the “’all.”
In his stand up routine, Foxworthy points out that there are a lot of misconceptions about the South and that many people automatically assume that all southerners are rednecks. He has a good point. There are A LOT of misconceptions about the South. I had some misconceptions about Tennessee when I found out that I was moving. Granted, most of them turned out to be wrong, and I actually learned a lot from moving to the South.
Californians don’t know much about the Civil War, or as it’s called here “the war of northernly aggression” or “the war of the lost cause.” A Californians’ idea of a civil war was when their state was liberated from Mexico, or more recently, the Bloods versus the Crips. Which leads me to hunting … in Tennessee people actually hunt animals. In California, they hunt each other and call them drive-bys.
But most importantly I learned that shopping in Tennessee is more than Bass Pro Shops and the Tractor Supply Company. The malls may not be the size of a small town, but they are malls all the same – with huge stores, stocked high with all the essentials that a teenage girl needs for her survival – shoes, purses, clothes, more shoes, make up, cute guy behind the counter and did I mention shoes?
And then I learned that I can date even without my cousins living in the same state. Unfortunately my father has also learned that he can legally buy a shotgun, and use it to scare the dickens out of any potential dates. We need to work on this.
I quickly learned that I wasn’t going to starve either. Pickled pigs’ feet aside, Tennessee has a lot of food and restaurants to choose from. There are plenty of steakhouses, and enough BBQ to choke a pig, but Waffle House is still kind of creepy…and I don’t get the whole thing with grits. In California, they give “grits” a fancy name a la polenta, so that they can charge a fancy price, while y’all call them grits and charge a lot less. Personally it doesn’t matter if you call it polenta, grits, or ground up corn, I don’t like ‘em. On the subject of food, let’s talk about road kill. (Stay with me here…) Amazingly enough Tennessee has a law assuring your right to take home anything you hit with your car for your “personal use and consumption.” Maybe this law makes sense, especially if you drive around in a monster truck.
I may not have ended up in Hicksville, which really does exist in Tennessee, but I found someplace scarier. One night on my way to a friend’s house, I missed a turn. I drove for what seemed like forever. I hadn’t seen another car for at least ten minutes when in the distance I saw a small farmhouse and a barn so rickety that a simple sneeze could have blown it over. That’s when my headlights hit the small sign that read “Welcome to Vernon Hollow, population 6.” As I quickly turned around I could have sworn that I heard banjo music playing.
Did you know that Tennessee actually has four seasons? They’re referred to as Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter. I guess technically California has four seasons as well, they are just referred to by different names: earthquakes, fires, floods, and riots.
The one thing that everyone asked me after I moved was whether or not I had ever met anyone famous while living in California. Just because I lived somewhere with a population of 37 million people doesn’t mean I lived next to Tom Cruise or ran into Paris Hilton while shopping in one of those small town sized malls. In the year that I have lived in Tennessee where the state population is 6 million people, I have seen 4 celebrities in person, and live within a mile of 3 that I know of (I’m sure there are others hiding from me out there). I have even bagged groceries for … for … oh shoot … what’s his name … you know, that one country singer … the one that wears a cowboy hat.
I learned about southern hospitality too, when I moved here. On my first day of school, I didn’t know anybody, but people were still nice to me, showed me around, and quickly befriended me. I learned that I can’t always jump to conclusions about people or places like Tennessee. Now whenever I have to do something for school, like a forensics tournament, my parents remind me that I thought they were ruining my life when we moved. And my friends in California say that I am slowing starting to pick up on a Southern drawl. I have no idea what they are talking about. *southern drawl* Oh no…I’m turning into one of them!!!!
Dreams
"Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you're wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn't love you anymore."
-Lady Gaga
Okay, so Lady Gaga might be one of the weirdest musicians of my generation, and might be ridiculously out there on some planet that I can't connect with, but wow. That quote. I just heard it today, and it's exactly what I needed. I know that I can have love and achieve my dreams, but for now, I'm focusing on my dreams first.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Coloring
I've been coloring a lot lately. Leis. Hibiscus flowers. Pineapples. Block letters. All for my floor decorations, so that I don't have to stay up late during RA training week to get them all done.
Coloring is so simple, so calming. It helps me relieve the building stress and pressure of getting a room clean and moved to a room downstairs, preferably by the end of this coming weekend. It also preemptively lowers the impending stress of packing up and moving back to school. It keeps me from snapping.
It also makes me yearn for my childhood again. I find myself yearning for the days when drama was considered someone taking the crayon I wanted to use...the days when I didn't have to worry about the things I worry about now.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some more coloring to get to.
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