First Day of Fall, 92 Degrees.

(La Vie En Rose-Louis Armstrong)

Trying to stay true to blogging has been especially difficult with the start of work. That's right, work, not school. In fact, I am in the office now. I have a feeling that I have spent more hours here than in my actual dorm room.

Things I have done recently:
I fired someone. Well, it wasn't just me. It was a group vote, and one of the most awkward situations I have ever been in.

I was in my first game of flag football. I scored two touchdowns, missed a perfect pass, and accidentally tackled the smallest girl on campus.

Yesterday there was a man in front of me on the staircase of the psychology building. Hewas short, stocky, had a red beard, and was thinning too early. I have seen him around, he looks like a cartoon character, and has a very kind face.
He walked down calmly, got out the door before me, and took off in a dead sprint (attire: button down short sleeve, bow tie, dress pants, docs.) He sprinted (awkwardly, the way you can tell he knows people are watching him run) to the edge of the parking lot, made a sharp turn at its end, and kept tracing the lot in a dead spring. It was one of the strangest things I've seen.

I decided once again just how much I love Meg Ryan, which I think I have blogged about before.

I have found best friends in the people I work with, and with the people in bible study.

I am STILL reading Trinity, and am falling in love with Ireland more and more with every page.

I am taking Neuroscience.

I found out that the Marriage Therapy professors are all kind of loopy. You know, the kid that burn incense, talk about chi, and refuse to realize that long hair looks bad when it is gray and receding.

After such a great summer, I am missing my family more than ever. In a healthy way.

School has become a side thought. NOT in a healthy way.

My grease geyser burns look like they are going to scar. (see previous post)

I bought a great big mustard colored scarf. Today is the first day of fall, and it is still unimaginably hot. I cannot wait till I can wear it.

"I was made for sunny days"

{The Weepies-Be My Thrill}

Today is a beautiful day.
The kind that should be spent on the sand or water.

I woke up early to head to the office to work on the paper, and I'll be honest, there was a slight dread in my step. That was until I got outside. I was greeted with a suprisngly cool gust of wind, and a smiling jogger that startled me.

Then sun is reflecting off of everything today, even the grass.



So the first week of school was absolutely chaotic. I remember slumping down in a chair at one point and thinking "I have to have been here for a month already." It was day number eight in Monroe.
Things are still hectic, but I am learning to love being swept up instead of whining every five minutes.

I have started to cook. Corey has an apartment now and I am using his kitchen as a testing ground.
I want to know where people get this image of novice chefs (especially young girls) with rice in their hair, all cute and covered in flour, laughing. PAH!

I tried to fry shrimp. Seemed easy enough, just dip the things in eggy milk, then batter, then into the grease pot! I guess I should have known that oil has smoking points. Idiot me cranked the thing on high and ended up filling the whole apartment with a thick smoke and the stench of burning oil. I wouldn't stop smoking, so of course...I panicked.

My first reaction was a ditsy one. (surprise.)
I grabbed the fuming pot and threw it into the sink, creating the biggest kitchen sink oil geyser I have ever seen. The scalding stuff sprayed everywhere, making this awful hissing noise and covering EVERYTHING.
If there hadn't have been hot oil all over the floor, I would have pulled a Julie & Julia and lay on the ground, crying, asking the ceiling "What Am I DOING?!"
But there was hot oil on the ground, and all of his roommates were home.
My cooking may never be superb, but maybe one day I could be the girl who looks cute with the rice and the flour all over her and the kitchen. (Personally, I still don't think she exists.)


The other day I was walking to class and met eyes with a man. Usually I would give a polite smile and look away. This time, his words came before I could react in that socially acceptable way..
"smile." He told me.
Now don't you just love people?