utter exhaustion

Today I woke up at 5 am to assist in the opening of the coffee shop at 6:30 as in A.M.! Who knew that having two jobs would be so exhausting? Apparently everyone but me. I did get a very nice surprise from my boyfriend who is in Mexico on vacay with his family until Saturday.

I am making tons of friends at work (and hopefully tons of money *Money That's What I Want by the Flying Lizzards should be playing in your head now because it's playing in mine).

I smell like coffee everyday now. It just leaks out of my pores... It's my new perfume. Which isn't  a problem in my world buuuuuuuuut now I can't wear any actual perfume.

All of my furniture is in my apartment except for bookshelves. At my old house, they were built in, so I had no need to buy/build one. And sadly a five shelver is not enough. I need like three five shelvers. I have books and books and books galore. I wish that I wasn't so picky about furniture. All that's left is for them to put in my bedroom ceiling fan and then I can put my furniture together and actually sleep there. It's ridiculous how much I miss my bed.

When I finally get a day off (tomorrow) I want to just sit around, watch girly movies, and eat chinese take out.

Why she'll become a hipster...

I have got not one job, but two! And an offer for another! I am now employed at Penney's and at the cutest little coffee shop.
My boyfriend fears that because I'm working at this coffee shop I'll turn into a hipster, take up smoking pot, and start listening to emo music. Um... someone please tell me how I entered into a relationship with a guy that can't even get his stereotypes right. For that, I want to become the hippest hipster ever. With the vintage glasses, my thrift store dress, a top knot, and candy skull bracelet.

He also got upset because I have a pinterest board called "The men I need in my life". He's upset because he thinks I am going to leave him for Robert Downey Jr. or Johnny Depp or Matthew Gray Gubler. My boyfriend is a bit loony. Am I not allowed to admire God's glorious creations from afar? He's a cat person who hates dogs... this could be the reason for his slight insanity. I mean look at Johnny. How can mere mortals compete?

from Pinterest

ANYWAYS... Now that I've drooled all over my keyboard.
I'm so ready to go home. I've been here for a week and I've got cabin fever something fierce. I've watched My So-Called Life, Gilmore Girls, When Harry Met Sally, Easy A (for the first time... it was great), and Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day (for the hundred millionth time). I've also wasted countless hours on the internet. Did I mention that I'm in the middle of nowhere - like Courage the Cowardly Dog middle of nowhere. I've been on blogs, Rookie, online shopping, and Pinterest.

Where I read this:

"According to Greek Mythology, 

humans were originally created with 

four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. 

Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings, 

condemning them to spend their lives 

in search of their other halves."

Plato's The Symposium

Basically, I am now just worried that I'll never find my other half. Someone who is alike me enough for us to have common interests and get along; and just different enough to be exciting and fun. 

So here I am - moved to a new town, starting new jobs, getting my little life together. Watch out world here I come!

May & moving in...

It's May. Like the fifth month of the year. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? It was just January yesterday...
Well, this just means another semester of school finished, and that it is now summer break.

You may cue the hallelujah chorus. 

This has been a very stressful and busy month. But things are looking up. 

I thought that these last set of finals were going to be the death of me. I have survived. Now I'm getting ready to make the move to a bigger town to start university... again. I did get a job already. Which is a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders. It just means that my sister and I will be roommates sooner than we expected. 

I'm glad that I don't have to pick up a stranger for a roommate. Having my sister means that I don't have to worry about explaining my strange quirks to people. My DVDs will always go back in their case, my dog doesn't have to "get used" to anyone, and best of all, decorating will be so fun and we haven't fought about any of it. 

We've decided on a few things that we just have to have.

David for her. via etsy

Billy for me. via etsy

This is hauntingly beautiful, therefore, necessary. via etsy

Our favorite movie.

I've picked out loads of other things on Urban and Modcloth and fredflare, but I think I'm getting carried away. I mean we already own a ton of stuff that we have to pack in to this tiny apartment. We painted a few days ago... It was torture. No air conditioning - Oklahoma decided to be hot that day. And it's amazing how many people say that they will help you with moving and painting until that time actually comes. I just like to paint. I do have the most killer leg cramps from squatting to get the base boards and standing on my toes to get higher up (I'm only 5'3.5" so that isn't really high...). We painted the dining/living room gray, my room purple (not a cheesy four-year old purple, but an elegant purple), and Emily's room is beigey. 

When we move in the first week of June, I'll show you pictures. For now, I am dog sitting at my mom's friend's house. She has nine dogs. NINE! They are all incredibly well behaved and very sweet. It's like watching only two dogs. I am very much a dog person. 

I think I need a little time away though. They wear me out...

Catch you later, sweets.

curl envy

I should have been born with curly hair.
It's 2012, by now they should have invented a way to get perfect permanent curls. A perm does not count. I've had perms and those do not bring about perfect curls. Those bring on horrible waves. Even spiral perms.
 I mean look at these...

Helena Bonham Carter (Google images)

Susan Sarandon, Cher, & Michelle Pfeiffer in the Witches of Eastwick

Karen Elson- (Google images)

Julia Roberts- Pretty Woman

 I'm just majorly jealous of girls with curly hair.  I'm aware that a lot of the perfect curls in these photos might have been courtesy of the wonderful, magical movie hair department, but I've seen girls who wake up with perfect hair like this and I do secretly hate them in the "I don't really hate you I'm just really jealous of your hair" way. 

If the magical hair gods invent a way to create perfect permanent curls, sign me up. 

Next week is finals week and to celebrate my teachers have all scheduled tests this week. They are too kind. I have to wonder if all of this schooling is worth the intense lack of sleep and death of my so called social life.

The week after finals I'm going skiing with my beau in Breckenridge. At least I have that to look forward to. I am terrible at skiing though. I've only ever been twice; once in '96 and again in '07. Everyone that is going along is a seasoned professional. I don't even know what to wear. I mean I have the ski pants and the ski jacket but what do you wear when you aren't wearing ski boots? I was thinking something along these lines...

Hunter Brixen Boots

My dad seriously offered to buy me some UGG boots but I told him it was ridiculous to pay that much to look that hideous. I apologize if that's offensive, but they are hideous. Aside from what goes on my feet, I was thinking lots and lots of giant sweaters and not so giant thermals.

I love this song and all of these girls have fantastic style.

hello.

welcome to my world.

I like pretty things and ugly things and ridiculous things and sane things.

enjoy your stay...