Here:

Enjoy yourself.

If Rhianna was standing in the middle of the road...

My hair has been cut. It not only looks cute, but also healthy, which is very important.

In other, probably more interesting news, Katy and I will be the only ones home for New Year's Eve. We will be going to see the Molly Ringwalds at the IP. We'll see how that turns out; both of us are convinced that we will be surrounded by the elderly, which could be insanely entertaining.

My heart hurts a little that I can not be in Jacksonville for the bowl game, but I suppose there's a reason for that. Because I am not going, Ryan gets to participate in possibly his last big "guys trip" seeing as they're all grown up and getting big-boy jobs, and graduating from grad school and undergrad. That's so scary, to know that life just kicks you out of your comfort zone and into a world that you've potentially only dabbled in. Granted, I've bought myself some more time, as far as big-girl jobs and life altering decisions in regards to my future career are concerned, but still, that time will sneak up on me and potentially give me the panic attack of my life. I suppose when you get to the point in your life where your future is in the hands of others (employers or whathaveyou) its supposed to be stressful. Some people claim that some stress is good stress. I haven't quite bought into that argument in my short 21 1/2 years on this planet. Obviously, just because I dislike stress does not mean it will go away, nor does it mean that I can not adequately handle stressful situations, with great finesse I might add. (This is where I would insert a smiley face if I were to type this as a facebook status.)

In other news... all of my friends are leaving or have left the country. Molly is currently studying in Jamaica and will be back in time to student teach in a couple weeks. Al is going to Japan over the summer and then plans to move to Europe to teach. And let's not forget Alyssa (www.alyinohio.blogspot.com,) because she's definitely graduating in May and MOVING TO AFRICA for two years. The plans my dear friends have for their lives are somewhat overwhelming for me to comprehend. I've never had the desire to permanently move to another country, so I find it odd that I am now having to ask myself, "well, is that what I'm supposed to do too?" No, I do not feel myself being called so far away, nor do I want to be. But, it does have my life goals feeling somewhat insignificant. The goals of my friends are just so large, and mine, in comparison, seem so minuscule, or at least, ordinary. I guess that's what happens when my bucket list is mostly comprised of items such as "eat at a deli in NY City," which happens to be really high on my list. I am in no way fishing for reassurance or downplaying the excitement I have for my life's to-do list, because I know that I can achieve great personal rewards for achieving my goals, no matter how small they may be.

I just want to get to that new comfort zone. You know, the one you find once you've been pushed out of your old one.

Also, I now have XM radio in my car so that I no longer have to listen to Rhianna. Thank you, Jesus. For real. She makes me so mad.

Many of my days have been like this...

dark and dreary, but with that one opening in the sky that gives me the glimpse of the sun, letting me know that God is there to help me through anything he puts before me.

To say the past semester was an easy one would be false; however, the course work was not particularly demanding, if you do not count the last three weeks. I did, though, encounter many life experiences that proved to be difficult and hard to work through. And while, many days were in fact rainy and dreary, there were the metaphorical days of dreariness that could only be appropriately illustrated with gray and lavender across a paint canvas. I find it most fitting when my days of disarray are parallel to the weather, and quite frankly, God has proved to be a fantastic mind reader, all of my life, but this semester in particular.

This is not to say I have not enjoyed many, many splendid moments, for those moments far outweigh the troubles I dealt with.

Many looked like this:

I like balloons, and I like my life. If anything, this past semester has been a reminder to cherish all that I have and to love all the people that make my life worth living with reckless abandon.

♥Taylor Lyons 9/8/88 - 12/13/10

This has happened:

What happened was...

...this.

If my mind could take the form of a picture...

This is about as close to it as I can describe.

This is what duty was like on Monday...

Yay for me!

Woooo-freaking-hooooo

Hey hey hey... guess what! It's Friday!

Do this!

Someone really needs to buy this ticket so that I can have moneys!

Another...

BAHHHHHHHHH. I want to go home.

This is how I'm feeling...

Yeah... disco balls are not always appropriate.

M-A-R-M-A-R-B-OOO-OOO

Just an update:



Hilarity will ensue.

The "Don't Want To Do" list...

Also known as the "To-Do" list, it is currently compiled of 22 stupid things that my life has dictated I complete in the next 2.5 days. Number 13 on my list is "die a little on the inside."

The grenade is actually my to-do list in combustible form. I hope that I can get past the fiery explosion inside of me because number 18 is "enjoy my life at some point."



Maybe I'll get there... maybe.

If only all things were as care-free as a motorized toilet...

Forewarning: this may not be as comedic as you might like. I do know it has been many, many weeks since I last post something; however, this should not be seen as my comeback, for I am not on tour and do not currently own the rights to songs, lyrics, and or merchandise.

Lately, I've become exceptionally good at doubting my ability to do things, and by things, I mean anything that isn't wasting my time on the internet. I suppose this has coincided with the GRE and my application to grad school. Oh, and the fact that my terrified self will be walking across a stage in the Hump in 46 days.

Am I nervous? No.

Am I excited? Please define excitement.

Do I want to grow up? Do I need to answer this?

It isn't that I am completely against growing up either; it is that super awkward transition time that everyone has to go through that I am against. I want to bypass that. Let's jump to age 25, with me living comfortably, or at least more comfortable than a poor college student. I also lie to people every day. I tell them that I am not ok with being solely responsible for myself for the rest of my life. This isn't really true. I have no problem with being responsible for myself; I think I do a pretty good job of that right now. I have a problem with not having the rest of my life planned out on top of being responsible. (They really should make a 50000+ month calender, complete with every day you'll ever live!)

Obviously, that is part of life. Also, I think I'm doing pretty well, knowing that I can't change the unknown. I could be completely insane and be under the impression that life must be planned at all times of every day, but that's irresponsible to think like that. I'm also lazy. That takes too much work, work that could be devoted to watching mindless reality tv or sleeping. I like both.

I sit in class with this man every Monday-Wednesday-Friday

www2.msstate.edu/~kauai

Just take a look around there...

In other news, I will have pies thrown at my face this afternoon.

I've completed my application for graduation. That's terrifying!

I'm working on my application for grad school... that's even crazier.

I've got a hundred million dollar friends...

Is it sad that I had more interesting things to speak of when I wasn't submerged in school work and a job? Well, I lied. I was constantly submerged in school work for the monthes of June and July, but not in the same respect as now, I suppose anyways.

I guess what is really sad is the fact that I dread Tuesdays and Thursdays even though I only attend one class.

Random Fact: I still believe On and On is Jack Johnson's best album. It's probably my favorite album I own.

I have a bunch of sarcastic cartoons that I plan on posting. They all pertain to the "infinite amount of wisdom" I'm learning in Marriage and Family. Who knows, perhaps I'll be the next web sensation...not.

Oh, and for those wondering... my dad never gave me that quarter.

Death by deck? A definite possibility.

Last night, I attended an event that one person once said, "is something you must experience in your life." Well, I've experienced it. I went to the Garden Party last night. I feel that in order for anyone to understand, I must describe the location and events that occurred there.

We drove up to the house on 182 and saw that cars were haphazardly parked everywhere. I decided it best to park down the highway at some wood works store. We walk up to said house and pay some guy five dollars. The five dollars gets you a cup and entrance into what I can only describe as a sketch-fest. The inside of the house is covered in spray-painted atrociousness. Once you walk through the house, you are immediately standing on what some might call the most unstable deck ever built. There were multiple times where I thought I might fall through the boards at any moment. You make your way down the terrifyingly unsteady stairs to the ground where you see a stage that consists of two giant neon straws from older Sonic establishments and some tarp. People are peeing everywhere and walking through some sketchy fence. Two friends went inside for food and came back with a goat and cole slaw sandwich. Apparently, they raised and killed the goat on property.

A band called Blue Party played. They were surprisingly good. The majority of people at this party were hipsters, and it definitely showed in their dancing. Oh, if only I could describe the dancing... I suppose it is a cross between Lord of the Dance and what you would have seen at Woodstock.


While it was definitely entertaining in some aspects, I was completely terrified for at least 35% of the time. I don't think I'll ever go back.

This is serious... I promise.

I'm procrastinating. Big time. This whole write-a-paper-for-every-class-meeting-thing is not going over well in my mind. I probably shouldn't complain too much; I don't have to write a senior thesis before graduating, thank Jesus, but still... I find it to be overkill of the highest degree.

In other news, I have been gradualizing my transition into the grown-up world. Taking initiative, I signed up for the practice GRE, how terrifying! I have more deadlines this semester than I ever could have imagined... please pray for me if that's how you roll.

Today I talked to my family; it made me happy.

Oh what a night... (cue disco music PLEASE)

Though most of you were most likely unaware, I served my first night of duty this evening/still currently on duty. While I sit in the office waiting for 2:00 a.m. and making fun of Dianna for sleeping in the tiniest chair in the main lobby for a good 40+ minutes, I felt now was as good a time as ever to give you a basic run down of the day/evening. Hilarity ensued; however, due to the fact that it is, in fact, very very late, my humor might not translate appropriately across the interweb. I do hope that someone, somewhere, finds joy in this entry.

1. I completely and utterly disregarded my early alarm this morning. On any other Monday, the early alarm is completely useless. However, on this Monday, football tickets went on sale. I was completely oblivious to this previously known fact until half way through my marriage and family class (which should be called, "someone please come constantly shoot me in the eye with a nerf gun because I'll get more out of that than any lecture this woman might give.") I panicked because I try to allot myself a two hour block of time for every one hour...because that's just how I roll. Please deal with this fact.

2. I went to Public Opinion, which is a nice little walk away from the union. I constantly received ticket updates via text messages from Ryan. When class let out I jazzercised, which in my language means walked really fast but awkwardly, to the union and got in line. I stood there with Shelby for about thirty minutes and then got lunch. BTW, everyone and their mom is pregnant, just so you know.

3. Whit Waide said today, "Hunting on the islands is BAD ASS!"

4. I made chicken fettuccine alfredo for dinner. Yum. I fed almost two hundred people, give or take 194 .

5. Dianna and I discovered the most terrifying sound/thing... ever. This one group of residents saw us run screaming at least three times tonight. I'm convinced I'm crazy, and now I'm sure they're convinced as well. We also managed to walk down the first floor boys wing at just the right moment. Said moment eventually turned into 30ish minutes of sarcasm and something about an epic octopus/lobster duel. They're taking bets...

6. I still have to write a paper. Boo. And do my last round.


Unrelated... I'm pretty good at not sleeping... this needs to change, again.

"Do you know how to sculpt an ice menorah?"

That is all.

...they've returned...

Yes, that wonderfully hectic, annoyingly hot MVNU2MSU happened Wednesday. Half of my residents are still MIA, but there are people living with me again. WEIRD. I am not going to lie, I quite enjoyed having only 16 (ish) people in a seven-story building. Oh well, all things must change, and with this change comes 500 people.

In other news, I have stayed in a perpetual state of sleepiness since I decided that sleeping the night before move-in day was for losers.



Perhaps one day I will have random thoughts that will once again fill these entries.

Oh, and I was exceptionally sad on August 8th because I had no zucchini to sneak on any of my neighbors porches.

My staff

is pretty wonderfully awesome. We have the most amazing singing parties, even if there are only three or so songs in our repertoire.

Completely unrelated, I just watched the most uncomfortable mouthwash commercial for Scope. Their advertising agency should rethink playing it on the telly.

Ryan moves into his apartment on Saturday. Perhaps, I will finally be able to move out of the shanty town, also referred to as Hathorn Hall, this weekend. One can only hope.

I need batteries so that I might be able to watch other channels besides Food Network.

T-raining.

So, I currently live in the shanty town known as Hathorn Hall because summer school won't get out of Rice Hall and I can't move in until they move out.

I have been in Starkville, running around constantly for RA training for a week. I have a brand new staff and I have moved to a new building, and with these changes will come many brand new experiences. Rice Rice Baby!

Two quotes:

• "Mom butt is a serious thing." -Bobbie Lee
• "These is some baby pants." -Me (yes, I used incorrect grammar.)

end of my summer

I am updating this from my phone as I sit in bed. In a few hours, I will be back at school and I wish I didn't have to. I've had a wonderful summer spending almost all of my time with my family and I am finding it very difficult to leave. Infact, I believe I'm having more trouble now than the first time I had to do this. Please hurry labor day, because I'm already homesick.

Goal: Accomplished.

Today, I completed a goal I've had for over a year.

"A man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man."

I love my dad. And my mom. And my sister. And my puppy.

My plants are a lost cause... the toad was my demise.



I don't want to leave for school.

Baby vacation...

So, I am leaving in about three hours for a weekend vacation where I will pretend I'm Irish. I actually think I am a teensy weensy bit Irish in real life, but for the sake of fun, I'm going to pretend that I'm completely Irish. However, I am unable to speak with a stellar accent. In all actuality, the only accent I can sufficiently muster up is the Sarah Palin. You should work on that accent because it's really fun to run around saying, "Dooon't yoooo knew" (don't you know, if you couldn't translate my attempt at writing out her accent.)

I also find joy in icebreaker games that don't involve a lot of touching. The ones that do, don't help break the barrier, it increases its strength. Just because a person has a healthy longing for personal space does not mean they are not open to meeting new people and opening up to them. This is completely about the lifesaver/toothpick game. I will continue to refuse to play this game for the rest of my life for two main reasons:

1. STDs.... I'm sure they can be transferred, and I'm sorry, but they organizers of the game do not know where everyone's mouth has been, and I refuse to receive some unwanted sickness in the name of "ice breaking."

2. You can get poked in the eye. Plain and simple.

I'm superman wisdom teeth girl...

That is a legitimate name I called myself. I had surgery on Monday to remove my wisdom teeth, and unfortunately, I have not had any funny moments since the anesthesia wore off.

However... while still recovering from the anesthesia, a bird, toad, and gecko told me they didn't like me. I cried and cried but tears wouldn't come out of my eyes. I then got upset over that and blamed the doctor because I wasn't allowed to drink water after midnight on Sunday. I was convinced I was dehydrated. I kept saying, "I've got wobbly legs!"

And by far, my favorite... I was convinced I was John Cena. I just kept making the hand motion and saying, "You can't see me, Momma, I'm John Cena," even though I was lying on our couch in plain sight.

I also cried because my sister wasn't home to eat mashed potatoes with me. I was super upset and sent her text messages saying to come home and hug me.

Max had his wisdom teeth removed the same day, so we've been bonding over than via text messages.

I am lucky, and I was able to chew today (Tuesday.) I actually ate a piece of pizza.

If you take tylox, eat food first. If not, you're going to get sick.

Ryan is awesome because he brought me soup today.

Invaders from the planet moooooooooolah...

That was the name of a slot machine that ate my $14 dollars.

That's right... I had a birthday! My first legal drink was some really yummy red sparkling wine that my mommy bought me. My first drink in a place other than my home was this super wonderful pineapple coconut margarita. YUM!

I like to keep things low key, and that's how my evening went on Wednesday. My parents got me some diamond earrings that are subtle and wonderful. They also got me some other cute miscellaneous items that I think are awesome.

Ryan bought me a french press, something I've been wanting for a long, long time, and it's lime green!!! I also have a Zinfandel called Valley of the Moon... it's such a cool bottle. =]

Thanks to everyone that wished me a happy day of birth, I appreciate it. I enjoyed the excitement that some showed me... I know, it was about time! To everyone that is in Starkville, we're going to Dave's when we all get back!

Goodbye.

Valentina was the fifth and the prize...?

First off, JBrew, Sarah, and I watched the most interesting and ridiculous movie while they were visiting.

Second, I really enjoyed their visit, and I am glad they got back safe.

Third, I have a dentist appointment tomorrow.

Fourth, don't you like that I'm counting today. I may not be good at math, but at least I know what the numbers are called... with suffixes.... and kinda different.

I think small dogs are perpetual puppies. I like alliterations.

There's some type of corgie on my card!

I wanted to share a few sentences (that might not necessarily be in correct order) from my letter Kim sent me. To be fair, this probably won't make any sense because I did not share a few out-of-order sentences from the letter I sent to her. Most of these sentences are responses to ones I wrote. Oh well, it will be much funnier this way.

• Anyhow, I wanted you to know that I have been pondering the possibility of becoming a miniature equine aficionado or maybe a tattoo artist.
• I hope you know that I think you are a silly sack of potatoes and I can't wait till I get back and we don't have to pay 10 fricken dicken dollars anymore.
• I also think you should know that I miss you slightly more than sometimes but less than all the time because that's just creepy. So, I think that is a normal, healthy type of missing.
• I happen to think that the lack of higher education is turning me into a mental midget.
• I have something to tell you.
• There was a shanty town near my house!
• I really wanted to fill the full card so I'm going to draw random shapes/lines until I run out of space. (There's a walrus in there!)
• P.S. BAZINGA.

I hope you found humor!

Yum.

I just ate TatoNut. Good day? Yes.

I just love those strawberry iced cake donuts. mmmmmmmmmmm.

BTW: My friendsies come today! This is such an awesome present!

Visitors!

I have visitors in the form of JBrew and Sarah coming Saturday night. I am rejoicing. I have missed them.

Completely unrelated, I found out that my family has been harboring a gun for 11 years. Eleven years! Apparently it belonged to my dad's father and we've had it since he passed away. I was reassured that it probably doesn't work and that it's some really old thing, if that is reassuring. Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of it, I was just unaware that it lived in my house. I learn new things every day. And yes, the gun LIVES in my house.

That is all.

Forewarning

I will be heavily medicated in the near future (July 19th for those legitimately interested) and you should expect something funny.

So, the gulf is still out there; I was convinced shooting fireworks off over the oil covered 'GULF O' DOOM' was one step away from completely destroying everything.... but I was wrong.

Brock Lesnar is crazy. I hope you watched the fight... we did at my house. Oh, we watched.

BTW, the Gap had an awesome sale. Did you attend?

Pandemonium Day is approaching; I'm ready, are you?

Tomorrow should be the day where we set everything in stone. =]

I can constantly pop my shoulder blades...

So, last night was Katy's birthday. There was food; there was fun; there was even ice cream cones (and brownies.) Everyone looked cool too, and truthfully, that is the most important part.

Well with her birthday officially yesterday's news.... the countdown begins. What countdown you ask? If you have to ask, I'm not answering. Sucks to be you now, doesn't it?

So, I have the complete and utter joy of attending a rendezvous at the oral surgeon's office twice this month. The first time will be relatively lack luster. He will look at the creepy x-ray of my mouth, and then look in my mouth, and tell me that all four teeth of wisdom will need to be removed. This is not new news to me. The second shindig will be painfully exciting, but not the good kind. This is the appointment that involves cutting my mouth and extracting four teeth that decided that they did not like me. This appointment has yet to be set in stone, but when it does, please don't call me. I don't respond to pain medication well. Last time I was on codine, well... I don't remember that night.

In other news, there's a gathering of men at my house tonight. I am unsure of the exact number, but they will all be sitting around watching UFC.

My dad has been sweeping the house for this gathering, how sweet. But, when he sweeps by a wall, he half jams the broom into the wall. You'd think the wall was platform 9 3/4 or something... I'm not sure if he would understand that reference if it was presented to him. That's not to say he has never seen Harry Potter, he just might not remember it. BTW, now my dad is sweeping our screen door. He's legitimately cool.

Goodbye.

BoringBits: The Uninteresting Happenings Of My Life

Last night, actually it was Sunday night, but last night I made a decree that I would change the name of my blog because I'm super boring and nothing interesting happens. Ryan kept telling me "that's not true!" But I know the truth, I KNOW THE TRUTH! Also, the more I went on and on about changing the name, the funnier the conversation got. I'd repeat it hear, but alas, I am so boring that I can not even remember what I say.

In other news, I have officially completed my class, Interviewing, after turning in an 18 page assignment. (Do you understand why these posts have sometimes been few and far between?) I have one paper left and I will be done with Feature Writing. Wooooooooooo. That was an enthusiastic wooooooooo for anyone wondering.

Now, this is completely off the topic of classes, but.... I legitimately just lost my train of thought while spying on my puppy. After looking around the table I'm sitting at, I have been unable to trigger whatever thought it was I was meaning to post. Oh well... we currently have free HBO so I guess that makes up for it?

I have a test in the morning. Pray your crazy little heads off... please.

Also, the plants are still growing... odd, I know. AAAAAnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd the frog thing still lives there. I watered the frog yesterday and he was not happy. I smiled.

Oh yes, now I remember what I meant to write in the aforementioned paragraph... and there was nothing on the table that could trigger this. Here it goes:

I am a supporter of children on leashes and harnesses. When people ask me what helped me develop that opinion, I say, "Look at Alyssa (www.alyinohio.blogspot.com). She turned out fine, for the most part." Also, I think if you have three children and you let them run around the parking lot at walmart, then you are irresponsible. Harness your children, bippity boppity!

I also hate when people put [insider] after an apparent inside joke on their facebook status. BTW, aren't all jokes inside jokes. Obviously, not everyone is going to know said joke, and isn't an inside joke just a joke shared between certain select people? Perhaps I will start a movement to ban that phrase. Also, sometimes I would like the "This is a taco-burrito conversation... nachos! (not yours)" saying to be banned. Not all the time, but definitely sometimes. Basically, when I am not using it, it should be illegal to use.

That is all. I think.

PS- I did really well with the spell check this week!

This is dedicated to Camden

1. Eileen Farineau, when little Lightbulb Foot is able to understand, tell him of the day crazy Brittany dedicated a blog post to him.

2. Eileen Farineau, I miss walking around campus and spilling anything edible I might have onto my clothing.

3. Eileen Farineau, I miss seeing you and realizing we accidentally matched.... for the 5,000th time.

4. Eileen Farineau, I miss the privilege of hanging out with you.

5. Eileen Farineau, I still think the wallet incident at walmart was super funny.

In other news... other than Eileen Farineau, I met this really really nice woman today. I interviewed her for my interviewing class; she's a school counselor and it was my job to find out more about the job and how it affects her and etc. I basically came out of it with a new contact and someone willing to help me out along my journey to complete and utter graduation.

I also ate pad thai for lunch. Yum.

Jose and Kent are safe for another week... and I ♥ Remote Control! SYTYCD!!!

Possibly my favorite vidoes... ever.

I like this one... because I love the whole world; it's such a brilliant place. =]






Discovery Channel is at the top of my list, right next to History Channel and Comedy Central. I'm not going to lie, I was legitimately heartbroken when Phil died.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, I don't care if Man vs. Wild is staged... I'll watch Bear Grylls all day.

Dear Lord, please make my planner disappear!

Well, actually, I would be happy with the assignments inside of my planner randomly running away. I have FIVE papers due this week. FIVE.

I also have multiple quizzes, and an exam.

Boooooooooooooooooooooo.

I've been watching TV Guide channel for the better part of an hour. Part of me wishes this channel did not exist. Then I would watch normal programming.

Goodbye. I've got plans in the near future.

I miss Weimer!

The title is legitimate this time. I miss a lot of my best friends. Most of mine aren't home this summer. Weimer is in Ohio (see: http://alyinohio.blogspot.com/), and Molly and Katy are living it up taking summer courses in Hattiesburg. Al is home, but she works all day. Thank goodness for Ryan!

However, I did spend a good portion of my afternoon/early evening with Al. It's so nice to be able to just sit and talk with a best friend I never see. We spent the better part of 15 minutes deciding which air freshener to put in my car. It was a difficult decision, believe me.

OH, Weimer... Al and I both agree that it is simply impossible for us to refer to you as Aly. You are Alyssa... to us anyways. Besides, I like having to say "Molly, Katy, Alyssa and Alyssa." It's just fun. [I speak specifically to Weimer because she legitimately follows my blog... like, she pops up under followers. You should do it too. Maybe you'll get a shout out. How cool would that be? Oh, you know it would be very cool. Indeed.]

I made homemade mac and cheese. I hate mac and cheese but apparently I'm awesome at cooking it. I also made Ritz chicken. Yum. You're jealous now, and depending upon the time you are reading this, it could be completely inappropriate for you to be hungry. That is sad, but not my problem.

Tomorrow is Daddy Day. I'm going to a movie and dinner with my parents. I can't wait to see what my sister wrote in our card. She always signs, "I love you more than Brittany." So, this time I added at the end of mine, "Don't believe everything Courtney writes." I think justice has been sufficiently served.

I think I'm going bowling too. Perhaps I'll wear a dress and pretend I live in the 50s. I like to pretend that a lot.

JBrew and Sarah are coming to visit me in July for my birthday. I miss them too, so my excitement is overwhelmingly annoying. I also miss Kim, but I'm calling her in a day to torture her. Lame face doesn't have internet and therefore must subject herself to long periods without ridiculous facebook posts from me. That's right Kim, [if you're reading] you are now "Lame face." Embrace it.

Oh, I'm considering adding another person to my sassy gay posse. Those interested should apply. We'll make it a competition like that Pussy Cat Dolls show... or that Paris Hilton show, only I am not crazy.

The plants are confusing me. I think they're in their troubled teen years. They are so stubborn!

I prefer tin grin

Thank you Hulu for the Facts of Life. And thank you to my parents for letting me enjoy the original nick at night... complete with Bewitched, I Dream of Jeanie, The Munsters, The Facts of Life, etc.

Let's Go to the Winchester!

The day I learned Michael Jordan is kind of a douche destroyed my world. I was completely ready for Space Jam to actually happen. I don't know who the Looney Tunes expect to save them now. It's sad.

Update on my plants: I have no idea what stage they are in. However, they have these orange-y flower things all over the place. Good.... right?

I still want to be an extra in a zombie flick. Imagine how amazing that would be. I'd get to spend time with crazy make up on acting ridiculous for hours. How fun! Plus, I've been working on my "glazed" face. I would rock at looking uninterested in anything but blood and brains.

There is something hilariously disturbing about the Docker's commercial. It's like a parade of Zack Galifanakis look-alikes/wannabes. Btw, yesterday as my father was flipping the channels on the telly, we came across a show of grown men singing songs from the Spice Girls repertoire. Just imagine it. They were committing too.

I'll run out there with mace and a fly swatter!

I hope you've noticed that my titles don't always have anything to do with my posts. The phrasing in that sentence is awkward. I apologize. I haven't slept yet.

The next week and a half is going to be a blur in regards to school work. Where did the first two weeks go? All we did was read or something... I think. I can't even remember. Luckily, this should be my last summer of smushing a million classes into a month. Granted, it was my only summer of smushing a million classes into a month.

The dell laptop commercial makes me really mad because they say cherry pie. It is apple pie, just ask the Chordettes. I love them. I also love the Marcels. I also love the song Earth Angel. I just really like Motown... and blues. I'm on a bit of a blues kick right now. Well, in all actuality, I've always liked that bluesy-jazzy sound.

I have Back to the Future III dvr-ed on my tv. It's my favorite. Maybe I'll watch it today, that would be fun. But wait, I have to do more homework. Hmmm, maybe I'll do both. I probably should sleep at some point though.

Sometimes I rock at buzztime trivia. Sometimes, not so much.

That's a holiday!? I was just thirsty!

Happy Iced Tea day to everyone. My reliable source, Kim, text me to wish me a happy one while I was sipping on sweet tea; how sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.

So it has been a legitimate week since I last post. Let me explain why. I'm taking three classes in the course of a month. Three writing classes in the course of a month. There, that's your explanation. If you are not currently satisfied with my justification, then you can come help me with my homework.

My latest homework assignment was a 4-page story on Silly Bandz and college age-ish kids. How fun, right? I laughed a lot while writing the story. I'm really not sure why. Maybe because everyone I talked to made sure to tell me their favorite, and I didn't ask for a favorite. I confess that I do own one, and that's my little blue long neck dino that Weimer gave me. I named him Little Foot and I wear him often because I like dinos and Weimer is my best friend. I've told my mom on many occasions that Little Foot is mad at her for cutting down the tree star tree (Sweet Gum tree) after Katrina. Little Foot isn't really mad about it, I am, but apparently the thing could have fallen on our house had another storm hit... oh well.

I watched Extract last night. There was definite room for improvement in that screenplay.

All I have to say is...

TWITCH IS BACK!

That being said, I'm sure most people have no idea what I'm referring to, and in the words of my father, "That's horse pucky!"

...little girls should not have that much fake hair...

Tonight, after over a year of hearing about the infamous Madison/Tootie combo girl, I finally witnessed this child's insanity.

Yes world, I intended to watch a re-run of Toddlers and Tiaras tonight, and lo-and-behold, Madison Berg, who affectionately refers to herself as Tootie while in "pageant mode," was on. My initial excitement of finally seeing this girl was soon replaced by utter astonishment. Who on Earth lets their daughter refer to herself as two separate personalities, let alone in the third person? Obviously the same woman her refers to herself as "Tootie's slave." Yes slave, airbrush tan the heck out of your daughter so she appropriately looks the part of the psychedelic native American that she dressed as for the first portion of the pageant. Oh, and did I mention? Her adorable Tootie, while dressed as tye-dyed Pocahontas, attempted break dancing? I feel as if break dancing would be more up Madison's alley, seeing as she was not in heels. At least, I was unaware that it was possible to wear pumps and break dance.

Now, Madison/Tootie is a very pretty 10 year old, but after the dramatic make up, she looks 27. How her father is ok with this, I have yet to figure out. Perhaps that is why he doesn't go to the pageants; that and she's just not very pleasant.

She won some type of crown, apparently it was not the best one, and she was not happy. Of course, I understand that when you compete, you strive for the best... but come on, you can't win them all MADISON. I'm super sorry a 4 year old beat you out of a puppy.

That is it.

They look like big unicorns!...

I've been on hiatus for the past week or so, but I have returned with my thoughts on the movie Legion.

So, until I watched the movie, I referred to it as "the evil angel movie" and I was off-base in that assumption. The movie had the ability to good, but it's awkward progression and all-of-a-sudden, though not surprising or unpredictable, ending left me feeling as if the movie must be missing pieces.

The film seemed to focus on aspects that were not of real importance and failed to give me a chance to emotionally connect to the characters so that I would actually care when one died. And, as one could obviously expect, people did die, and no, I was not on the edge of my seat hoping that they made it through.

I was also unaware that angels were from England, or had English accents, but that is something that can be overlooked.

the past couple days I've...

I caught this fish on Monday, and while I was not present during the cleaning and gutting of the fish (I was showering and napping, and by napping I mean in a coma), I am almost certain that I did eat this for dinner Monday night. It was super fun and yummy. He was a struggle, but I reeled him in! After eating the fruits de mer of my labor (and Ryan's, Reid's and Taylor's), the four of us watched Grandma's Boy. Too funny.

I also returned to Gulf Hills, on my own and in the daylight, and I not only made it back out without getting lost, but I also found the Elvis house!

I evaded going to the high school graduation, thank goodness! I will be attending a minimum of three within the next year (mine in 6 months, how scary!) so I decided skipping this one was completely acceptable.

I am still without quarter...

Things I'm liking

Please keep in mind, like all of my other lists, this is not a complete list, but rather things I am currently thinking. Oh, and I'm making some headway on the whistling goal!

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• Lost is over!
• The song on the commercial for the Next FoodNetwork Star
• LOTR (that's a constant love, I've never disliked the books or movies)
• The vegetables are huge
• I have a fishing license again
• New seasons of shows are coming on in the near future.
• I'm going out on the boat (no, the oil is not coating the beach!)

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• My dad still hasn't paid up that quarter
• The toad came back... we kicked him out, but I believe he'll make his way back in that box
• Alyssa leaves soon =[

Radiator... or something like it.

[Saturday]

Today, by my own choice, I stayed in my pool too long. My results: the most amazingly one-sided sunburn yet!

The plants are doing good, I'll send them everyone's love. Apparently, that's all they need.

I had chicken nuggets and french toast for dinner. It was spectacular.

I am extremely upset at internet jukeboxes. Tonight there was an attempt to play Free Bird four times in a row, but the box said "No, I hate you!" and played Brick House instead. Now, Brick House is a fine and dandy song, but no one shouts out "PLAY BRICK HOUSE!" Oh well, sometimes you lose.

Bowling is fun.

Good night moon!

Can not access??

[Friday]

Today I was temporarily employed by Chester Harvey Realtors. My job: accompany them to Mr. Greek to eat lunch. Yes, that was indeed my job!

Tonight I was able to spend the evening with 'the gang' which is short for: Alyssa, Alyssa, Molly, and Katy. We ate lots of food and were exceptionally silly. Katy made some people say, "I hope our child never acts like that" in their heads, even though their child was throwing a temper tantrum and they thought it was adorable. I feel as if their heads are on backwards, seeing as Katy only threw her purse onto the booth.

On the way home we were suddenly stopped at a closed road sign. I took the Honda off-roading and successfully turned us around, although we were all convinced we were going to get stuck in the mud.

Also.... I got the five of us lost in Gulf Hills. For those not from Ocean Springs, Gulf Hills is not Gulf Shores, it is a golf-course community. And, the only reason I went down there was to find the Elvis house. Unfortunately, I don't know the street names and since it was dark we got turned around in all directions and then my garmin couldn't access the satellites. Sad day... for Weimer. She was terrified because we chose to turn by the cones and follow a man pulling a boat, but low and behold, he led us back to civilization (even though we were in civilization.) I also might have driven on the golf course at one point, but that is not relevant except in the aspect that Alyssa thought zombie cops (or something of that nature) was going to get us.

Mam zabawy, nie umieścić mnie.

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The plants are getting big. I had a nice evening with Ryan and his family. I spent the rainy day indoors with my family and puppy. My dad removed a problem toad.


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A toad attempted to eat my hand and destroy my plants.

Podoba mi się uznania od znajomych, że często razy się krótkim końcu kija. Dzięki za starań aby pomieścić mnie! Jednak często mam wrażenie, jakbym już pomalowane w tej roli i że nie będę go pozbyć Mam do lewej.

Chciałbym również moich najlepszych przyjaciół nie były pozostawiając w ciągu kilku dwa tygodnie. Tęsknię za nimi bardzo w ciągu roku szkolnego i po prostu chciałbym mieć więcej czasu z nimi. = [

(That's the language of my homeland...)

seedlings!

[pretend this is Friday]

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My vegetables have sprouted! I had lunch and spent the afternoon with my best friend! My dad sang Kesha (notice the lack of dollar sign -let's keep it that way.) My dad and I danced to techno in the car. I visited some family today. I ate a key lime cupcake. Ryan came to visit.

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I went to my aunt's wake. My birthday continues to be a hindrance for me to spend time with friends.

You win some, you lose some.

An adventure in food

Today Shooter performed the best trick yet; he whole-heartily believed my sister's pony tail was a chew toy. Courtney was covered in puppy kisses and her hair was a mess. This lasted for at least 10 minutes; 10 of the best minutes of my life... maybe. That's karma!

My mother made the most amazing pasta dish I've eaten in this house for dinner tonight. I've been given the recipe and plan to cook it in Ryan's kitchen once we're back at school.

At the moment, I am patiently awaiting midnight. I decided to embark upon the scary journey of making meringue cookies at 8 p.m. and much to my excitement, they seem to be on the track to deliciousness! Oh, and they are definitely blue.

I have been watering my vegetables as needed and I am anxiously looking forward to little green sprouts in the next couple days. =]

Stay classy!

The Discovery of Chegg or The Tale of the Still Missing Quarter

Because I am a college student, this made my life...

http://www.chegg.com/ is a textbook rental place. The three books I need for this summer would cost me $167 at Barnes and Noble. At chegg, they only cost $61. Annnnnnnnnnnnd, you don't pay for your return shipping, they give you a sticker to send it back. ANNNNNNNNNNNNNND they plant trees!


In other news, my father has yet to give me my quarter for winning the "I bet the cat will get in your window box and mess up your vegetables" bet.

Another new goal for the summer:

• win enough bets so that I can buy those yummy lemon-flavored shark ice cream treats from the ice cream man.

I would buy a drumstick but the last time I did, there was glass in it. Not kosher, although kosher is not particularly important to my religion, but I do recognized and understand the importance of it in other people's lives and religious beliefs. There we go, got that statement taken care of!

Miss Steer! Miss Steer!

Somehow, I was able to wake up early and get to my mother's school by 8 a.m. Please don't ask how this was done, I truly believe it was magic. The morning of proctoring began with free donuts and juice as well as an escort by an eighth grader to my room. These kids were crazy; one girl had two Red Bulls for breakfast at the recommendation of her mother. Once they realized that I was in fact related to Mrs. Steer, their computer discovery teacher, the questions started rolling. My favorite one was, "You're the one in college right? You're not in high school, right? Mrs. Steer said her daughter in high school gets in trouble all the time!" Of course, I replied "Oh yes, I'm the good one!"

The kids finished their tests relatively quickly, and it was quite interesting to see what they had to read. Some were reading the childish works of Stephen King and Mark Twain. Another was reading the literary masterpiece The Ultimate Zombie Survival Guide.

In other news, my dad owes me a quarter and I have created some summer goals.

1. Learn to properly whistle.
2. Once 1. is mastered, learn to whistle the Andy Griffith Theme song.
3. Take more and longer walks.
4. Continue to win quarters in bets against against my dad.

Snowcones... yes, this will be a reoccuring theme

I must say, the best snowcones come from a caboose in downtown Ocean Springs. The only way to make a trip there any better is to go with friends. And today, that is just what I did. My two Alyssas and I went and walked around downtown and on the beach. Luckily for my home, the oil has yet to wash up on the shore.

I also planted squash and zucchini today into a nice little window box. It is sitting outside and I'm hoping all the animals leave it alone so I can eat the vegetables of my labor. I suppose I will keep everyone updated on their status; I know everyone is dying to find out the end result. Well, rest assured, I will not let these seeds wither! I will be grilling squash and zucchini in approximately 50 days.!

In regards to grilling, I'm not sure how many people have seen the grill commercial, for those who haven't, it has a bunch of people dancing like crazy in it, and I am extremely upset with it. I could do a much better job than many of those people, and I wasn't even contacted or informed that this commerical was in development. So, I'm not extraordinarily excited by barbeque grills, but then again, I highly doubt that old woman dancing is either.

Catching Up

As a way to both occupy time and adequately keep people up to date with my interesting, though I would not call it intriguing, life, I felt it was necessary to start this blog. I was convinced after the overwhelmingly positive response and support of a measly two comments on Kim's Facebook wall.

So you might be asking, "Brittany, (or B. Steer depending upon who you are) how do you decide where to begin with the ridiculous moments in your life?" Well, I have the answer; this summer. I hope anyone who happens upon this piece of the interweb finds themselves entertained, or at least, not completely bored. I can not, however; promise that everyday will be filled with hysterical happenings, seeing as I will be spending some of my time doing school work and proctoring state tests at my mother's middle school. I'm also not that exciting.

So on to the main events! For brevity's sake, I will bullet these, since I am covering a week's worth of...things.

• My puppy dominated in a war for the couch. I lied helpless as he stood over me, laughing with his eyes. He's cute.
• I wrestled a cobra. Said cobra was actually my puppy. Our heads collided and now I have cool scars on my face.
• I embarked upon and completed Mission: Crinkle Cut the Pickles.
• I helped install our new swimming pool liner... yeah, I did.

Ok, so four is hardly "a lot" but we'll see what happens over the summer. Oh, did I mention that I'm attempting to grow squash?