I work in a computer lab.
This may or may not give me rights to claim the title “nerd”.
But even if I wasn’t a nerd I would still think this print was funny:
My first day as a big bad senior went a little like this...
I slept in until the last second possible to walk in right on time to my 9:00am class
I ignored first-day-of-school-protocol and did not take the time to glam myself up. I very happily settled with a bun on top of my head, because I have learned that first impressions are overrated.
I wasn’t prepared with “school supplies” and therefor had to take my journal to serve as a notebook
I sat next to my professor in Cognitive Development and wasn’t scared of him. In fact I think I’m going to like him quite a lot. Today he said “there are lots of things going on in the world, and all it takes is a library card”...profound right?
I attended a class with my brother and sister. Best. Thing. Ever.
I felt a cold sore coming in (booooooooooo) and went on a frantic chase in search of medication
I saw a lot of familiar faces that didn’t seem to find mine familiar in return (maybe it’s the bun?)
I worked for three hours as a new supervisor. Yikes.
I may or may not have dozed off in psychology. Give me a break; it’s a 2 ½ hour class.
I boycotted buying books for one more day due to their absurd price that could make even Bill Gates go broke.
I finished off the day at the grocery store where I laughed at this silly figurine
My room this past month has been a direct reflection of how I feel on the inside: A complete disaster!
And I pretty much just picked up the mess in my room in SLC yesterday and moved it to my room in Provo—which happens to miniscule. Honestly, I’ve seen closets bigger than my room. But I can’t complain. My roommate and I will just be having a lot of pillow talk, that’s all.
And since we’re on the subject, can I complain a little bit? Moving is just the pits. Even though I love the heat and should never complain about it because I do enough complaining about the cold, it is pretty horrid moving furniture and boxes when it is over 100 degrees outside. Unless you are going for the wet look that is—and if that’s the case than by all means, keep moving those boxes! I however, have never been a fan of the wet look. Unfortunately it was unavoidable this week. Buuuuut that being said…mission accomplished! 80 carloads and buckets of sweat later my apartment is finally starting to resemble something I can live in.
Classes start on Monday…yikes! I always thought that by the time I was as old as I am (which I’m realizing really isn’t that old), I wouldn’t get first day of school jitters anymore. But boy do I still get first day of school jitters. It makes me feel like I’m still in kindergarten or something! Maybe it’s anticipating the all-nighters that lie ahead; or maybe it’s knowing the endless hours of studying that are waiting for me; or maybe it’s worrying about finals already; or maybe it’s becoming one step closer to still not knowing what I’m doing with my life. Even though I can’t quite put my finger on what “it” is, “it’s” giving me jitters.
Oh and did I mention I started work again today? Well I did. And to start off the semester with a bang, I thought I would sleep through my alarm for my first morning back. Good idea…NOT! I woke up at 7:52 this morning and punched into work at 7:58. Wow. And despite disheveled hair, smeared makeup, a skirt on backwards, and pillow prints still on my face…it was a tremendous feat.
I hope this morning was not an omen for how the rest of my semester is going to go…
Also, I can’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than eating cake. Lemon cake might I add. My sister and I spent a couple days making this, what we would call, masterpiece. I always shout for joy when something I bake actually turns out…it is such a rare occurrence. Anyway, we found the recipe here and it was pretty divine if I do say so myself.
Try it. I dare you.
As if the week couldn’t get any better, let’s add a cherry on top: the Tim McGraw concert.
Initially, if i'm being honest, it was a bit of a sour cherry. Returning a bit late from Lake Powell + Traffic jam + Vehicle smoking and breaking down + Phone dying + Walking 80 miles (slight exaggeration) in the blazing heat to get to the concert + Missing the two opening bands = A sour cherry.
But guess what? I love sour cherries! It was a perfect night. Good ol’ Timmy did not disappoint. In fact, he far exceeded my expectations. It was an awesome concert and well worth the journey beforehand!
A face to describe the evening's events
and a face to describe how we really felt!
And last but not least...
Though sometimes we are polar opposites he is the best big brother i could ever ask for! We are only 18 months apart so whether he likes it or not he's been right there with me for as long as I can remember. And i wouldn't have it any other way.
Love you Miguel, hope it was a good one!
Whew, the marathon blog post has finally come to a close.