This weekend I did the makeup for a university friend for her wedding. Between me and V, we churned out 5 girls with made-up faces and teased-up hair. The night before I drove up to stay with V. We ate these giant burgers that made us both sick and spent the evening laughing about life and boys and the future. V is probably my smartest friend and I'm always impressed by our conversations. I really want V to move down here to complete her Masters/PhD/Rule the World, but the jury is still out on this.
Anyway, we go to this wedding. We eat. We dance. We collapse at midnight.I was so excited to be a part of the event because:
a) I got lots of free cake. b) I got to see one of my friends get married. c) The uncle of the bride told me about meeting the Queen of England.
What a full weekend it's been. Yesterday morning I had a breakfast date with a coworker and in the evening a girl from church called for a sushi date. Both conversations were so much fun and very encouraging. It's been really important to me to make connections in MarriedMecca and both women are uber entertaining. It's also nice that I'm getting past the boring Small Talk that you're obligated to do when making a new friend. I HATE that portion of conversations.You might as well ask someone how their nailbeds are doing or which toothpaste they like. Yawn.
Church today was great. I have really enjoyed the pastor's sermons and I actually become sad if I can't make church on a given Sunday. Today's message was about Exodus and not bending the Bible to fit your lifestyle. I don't think I do this (often), but it was insightful and humorous and I thought of a person I wanted to share it with, but I'm worried I'll be accused of hypocrisy.
I'm also warring a battle against this damn strawberry pie I'm suppose to be making for a church brunch. I can't stop burning the pie tins! It has the directions ON THE BOX and I've destroyed 2 of them. Who does that???
***Laying on my porch in the sunshine with the blue sky above; Reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of AzkaBOOM for the hundredth time. Lupin is such a hottie.
Pet Peeve: When people post EVERYTHING they eat on Facebook. Gurl please, ain't nobody wanna see that you ate crusty pudding and a Starbucks for Lunch. And we really don't want to see your janky noodle and tuna dish that look like it came out of a middle school cafeteria served up by the creeper lady from Matilda.
Yes, I am aware my pet peeve contains urban jargon and improper grammer.
Okay so I love food. Hence why I am 30 pounds overweight and not a size 4. But in my new food resolution, I am trying to find healthy alternatives to the fatty foods I crave.
Snack time. One wedge of Laughing Cow Cinnamon CreamCheese spread is only like 45 calories. If you smother this stuff on a bunch of strawberries it's delicious and satisfies a sweet tooth. It tastes a little like a strawberry cheesecake bite if you use your imagination.
My break is going just swimmingly for those interested. For a few days it was stressful because me and the Diva were talking about me getting a new car. Car payments = Imprisonment.
Let's talk about the summer! I can't even express the level of joy I have when thinking about the summer. First, I am going to Peru for 10 days of mission work. Yes, my Wanderlust is finally being appeased! Then, I am going to a warm place with the most delightful girlfriends for sand and ocean water and impromptu photo shoots. Last, I am taking place in a wedding that will most likely be akin to the Royal Wedding but without fancy hats. Geez summer. Get here ASAP.
Now that I live on my own, my fear of money has increased tenfold. I never use to worry about my finances until I realized I am responsible for myself. It's so terrifying that sometimes I'll look at my bank account statement just to be sure there's something there. The whole money phobia is silly because I am smart with my earnings and do not exceed my living needs. I'm not sure where the paranoia comes from but I'll be overwhelmed with these images of me living on the streets and being hunted down by a beefy bill collector named Buck. Maybe I should give up coffee for a while. Sometimes my imagination makes pretending to be normal very hard.
This weekend I have been having a grand ol' pity party for myself. I don't know if it's a full moon or just random girl hormone crazies. My new city is FULL of married couples. In fact, from now on in this blog I will refer to my current city as MarriedMecca. Maybe I've just been watching too much Say Yes to the Dress on TLC. I despise that show and yet I've watched no less than ten episodes. It's not that I want to be married. I have yet to meet someone I could stand to marry and picture myself happy. However, I do desire companionship. I found a website today where you can become Penpals with an inmate. YES!
You know what's worse than MarriedMecca? All the hot dads running around this town. It's RIDIC. Some foxy father was fitting me with new running shoes and I'm just thinking, WHY IS THE UNIVERSE AGAINST ME? Now I'm just being dramatic, but still! Hot Dad Central.
I am ready to go home. I have two weeks till I get to drive the 8 hours back to my home state for a week of break. I wish I were going somewhere fancy with a beach and the ocean. However, that is not the case. Sometimes I'll catch myself calling my apartment "home". This always takes me by surprise and I'll correct myself in conversations. Someone asked me the other day when I was going to get new plates for my car. Neveeeeeeeeeeeeer!
This weekend I had a friend visit from home. It has been so much fun laughing and doing lots of shopping. V. needed big girl clothes because she openly wears neon colors and old band t-shirts from highschool. Neither of which constitute a real outfit suitable for someone over the age of 12.
