I survived.

Well, I survived the World's Worst Sunday (as I like to refer to it.)



Mama and Daddy got me a new computer Saturday and I love love love it. It is the perfect size for me to take to class or procrastinate study in the library with.... Kind of like I'm doing now. You know, playing on Facebook studying.



On a completely different note--some people are just GROSS. I SLAVED AWAY FOR HOURS helped clean Tom's house before moving his stuff in yesterday. Let me rephrase that. I cleaned his kitchen before he got to move in yesterday. It took me all afternoon to CLEAN. HIS. KITCHEN.



Are you ready for this? I cleaned hair out of the refrigerator/freezer. Human hair. Lonnnnng hair. GAG.



Even worse? When I left at 9:30 last night, I wasn't done. Lots needed to be done in the kitchen alone. His parents are there to help him finish so, I won't have to do a thing this weekend he won't have much to do after he gets off of work each day.



One good thing that comes out of all of this? Saturday night is date night.



And you know I love a good date night.

tomorrow sucks.

Why does tomorrow suck? Oh, for a few reasons.


Mama and Daddy came up for a visit today. They leave tomorrow.
Tom, my boyfriend, finishes moving. When? Tomorrow.
Sam, my puppy pup, goes to a new home. You guessed it. Tomorrow.
I have a hard day tomorrow.
I just don't like tomorrow.

One thing that makes me feel better about tomorrow?

"I know everything will be alright. I love you way too much for it not to be."
"This is true. But I love you a whole lot more than that."

tough.

This weekend will be a tough one for me. Tom and Sam are both moving away (separately) on Sunday.

I'm SO glad it's the weekend...... but SO sad about all of the things that are happening.

Prayers, please? Thanks.

one of those days.

I didn't post yesterday. Clearly.

It could be because yesterday was just one of those days.
You know, the not good, kinda bad, but not horrible kind?

A little breakdown of my day:
It was the first day of school. Lots of nervous freshman and newbies on campus, which is why I almost got T-BONED at a 4 way stop. Obv the newbie didn't see my car crossing the intersection.

I miss summer school traffic/parking (only because I had to walk a mile like that's going to hurt me.)

My first professor was an Indian lady(dot not feather. NO OFFENSE GIRL.) She didn't speak English very well. At all. If you follow me on Twitter you saw that the only words that I (sort of) understood were whiz/wheez=Quiz and her mispronunciation of technology (think tech-no-LOgy.)
Funny story from that class: The boy sitting beside me didn't realize his desk was broken. The seat AND the actual desk part. You can figure out the rest.

My second professor? Yeah, she sang the lecture. Not a typo. Sang. 85% of the lecture was to a tune. Why? Because she's strange. When she wasn't singing, she kept her lips pursed and looked like she hated the WORLD. Think Grandmother from Big Love.


Thanks Google Images. I owe you one.

Yes. I sat front row center (what a nerd) and stared at that lovely-ness for one hour and fifteen minutes. Feel sorry for me? Monetary donations are accepted.

After that glorious class, it was back to work where lots of happenings are happening. Major drama... but that's a story foranotherday.

After work, went home. Washed my head. Then headed off to Tom's house. After one mortifying stop at Chick Fil A, I made it.

The final straw was when I figured out that I'm going to have to give Sam away. You know, the sweet puppy dog that we just got.

But I don't want to talk about that because there's no crying in baseball.
Maybe today will be tons better?

I'll keep my fingers crossed.

I should really be working. Instead I'm coming up with excuses writing to you.

I have lots to tell you :)

The Next Post--Coming soon (maybe? hopefully?) will be:
Antiquing the TV cabinet also known as Feeding my paint color obsession

Don't hold your breath, I don't want you to pass out I'll do it soon! Before Monday. Promise.

Patience is a virtue, you know.




Updated (like 2 seconds after posting.. I see you judging me. Stop it): Has it really been a month? WOOOOW I'm good.