Just make lemon popsicles

It's here... the Snowpacalypse...sort of.  More like that is back home ( a foot of snow in Oklahoma, yep), meanwhile here we have a block of ice.  Which means one thing:

Ok, maybe more than one thing, but still, this has been stuck in my head for weeks.  Still, the saying goes, "When life gives you lemons, just make lemonade" but what if my lemons look like this:

Despite my lemons being a little...frostbitten...this week has been pretty productive. 

1. Homework is actually getting accomplished

2. I am slowly but surely getting my unpacking done

3. My Netflix instant que is slowly diminishing

4. I am working on being graceful and perfecting my ice-dancing routine

Not too shabby, eh?

A tumbleweed in the wind

I have decided that I am not good at being in one place, which really doesn't work with me since because I don't handle change very well, but at the same time I love it when things are constantly changing, as the norm.  Odd?  I think so.  Since the beginning of school I have moved every 4 months, or less.  Here is the run-down: Dorm, Home, Dorm, Condo, Home, Condo again, Home, Spain, Home, Apartment...Go me.  And, today, my last roommate kicked me out.  Why?  Because I have plans for the summer that don't include paying rent.  Wonderful.  So now I am trapped paying rent unless I get a sublet...prayer, please.  And I am running out of names to call my new residence.  Technically, it is a condo, but I already lived in one of those.  Maybe it could be my "pad" or my "hizzhouse" of even my "hobbit hole", for now I will settle on "my place" because it will be mine.  But a cooler title is definitely a work in progress.

 On another note, moving is great because:
1.  I realize how greatly I am loved by my friends, and what they will do for a pizza.
2. I get to explore a new area, which is almost like traveling.
3. REDECORATING...pier one, here I come!  Though, now with the stuff that I have accumulated somehow I have to make black and brown match...which is basically the only fashion rule that I actually follow.

So what do I say, bring on the change, but with lots of help!

Bah Humbug

I found something I am not good at, cutting my own bangs.  Exhibit A:

Just a little spotty and crooked for the holiday season, great, more mockery.

Call me a scrooge if you like but I really don't like "The Holidays."  I mean sure, getting presents is cool and all but what peeves me more than anything is this idea of "the holiday spirit."  Why?  I think it is a load of hooie.  If you follow the same book, or similar moral code, that I do you are supposed to be nice to people and give selflessly year round.  Yes it is a time that you get to see family, but if you really wanted to see them, you could also communicate better during the year.  For me, it is a bit easier during the holidays because I am home (and this is my last Christmas break...ever) but it doesn't mean I can't try to do a better job and be more caring.  So Happy December 27th, be nice to someone when you return that sweater you didn't like.

A shift in the winds

Let me explain my hiatus...it has been creative crunch time.  This means I have slept like I slept back when I was a college athlete and eaten in the same way, without the working out, and just staring at a computer screen and a light desk.  Not a good combination.  However, I learned a lot about myself.  I really don't think it is my calling to be an art director.  After realizing how much time I spent researching these ads and trying to find insights, and at the encouraging of both my professor and critiquers, I am an account planner. What does this mean for my life?

1. I will hopefully sleep a little more.

2. I get to explore and learn about people

3. I can't as easily get away with wearing pajamas to work.

This seems like a good compromise...so bye bye Leo Burnett (though still cool guy), hello Stanley Pollitt!

Magnum Opus

You know when Charlotte is about to die and she tells Wilbur about her "magnum opus" Well, baby this may be one of mine.  The assignment was to draw a guitar in illustrator.  And I think I tore that bad boy up.  And I made it my own with some Reba and pink.  All of this is with the pen tool.  And yes, my ego is a bit inflated.

Is it your day, month, week, year?

We pause in this creative session to bring you an update.  I am no longer a Friends virgin.  I know what "The Rachel" is, the definition of "nubbin", and am frequenting coffee shops, and I dream of "smelly cat." This is exciting.  You see, I have been rather ill lately, and my roommate had season one, and it was all downhill from there.  Friends is great.  Though, there is too much sex for my taste (I'm still a disney kid) I can't stop watching it.  And I have the peculiar urge to swim in fountains.  I may only be on Season 4 (no spoilers!) but I have learned so much.  Your friends are your family, follow your dreams, it all works out.  These are such simple lessons but I think that I take them for granted.  So I offer you this pledge:

On my honor, I will try

To be carefree like Joey

Open to new experiences like Phoebe

Love like Ross

Follow my dreams like Rachel

Laugh like Chandler

And Clean like Monica (I said try)

But most of all, I'll be there for you.

Addictions

I have discovered that I have an incredibly addictive personality.  This is a problem, or is it?  It seems that I am always chasing one hobby after another just to decide which is "me."  My latest hobby?  Rollerblading.  And yes, there is a story: In elementary school I was a "baller" rollerblader.  I was that first grader that was beating all the fifth graders at the skate parties.  Then, I learned about boo-boos.  My friend Jill broke her wrist in the 3rd grade...rollerblading.  My empathetic self was devastated.  So I quit.  But lo and behold.  When I was packing for my new apartment, my Dad's old skates turned up, and I stole them.  So today I decided to be adventurous.  Did I fall? Yes, but once.  Will I go out again soon?  I hope so.  There is nothing like the rush of a new hobby.  Sewing out, athletics in.