Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Thinking

Okay, three things. 1. There is no reason to wear a teal blue wool scarf with a pink sundress. To a bar. In Texas. At the end of June! It is about as cute as it is practical. 2. Along the same lines, please shoot me if I ever go to one of my SUMMER classes wearing velour pajama pants. It is hot here in the summer. Plus, don't people know the difference between lounge wear and what is acceptable for the public eye? 3. Shearling trimmed suede Ugs are not rain boots. They just aren't.
Okay, three things.1. There is no reason to wear a teal blue wool scarf with a pink sundress. To a bar. In Texas. At the end of June! It is about as cute as it is practical.2. Along the same lines, please shoot me if I ever go to one of my SUMMER classes wearing velour pajama pants. It is hot here in the summer. Plus, don't people know the difference between lounge wear and what is acceptable for the public eye?3. Shearling trimmed suede Ugs are not rain boots. They just aren't.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

My thoughts (fears) exactly *sigh*

And to sum up my weekend with Emily:
E: I want my mommy.
J: I am your mommy.
E: No, you're not my mommy. You're my Janice. You try to be mommy but you are not berry good at it. You should go to the doctor so he can fix you. But right now I want my mommy.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Sunny days sweeping the clouds away

Meteorologically it has been rainy. Rainy rainy rainy. Psychologically though, it has been nothing but golden rays of sunshine. I don't ever have to think about calculus again because I finally passed it. I am currently taking a government course that is surprisingly interesting and managed a 94 on my first test. I totally kicked butt getting stuff done this past weekend so I feel incredibly accomplished. I have been awarded some grant money for the fall which will hopefully improve life for Em and me. I see Ben in less than two months. Jessica finally split from Justin and is so much the better for it. AND, the best news of all: Bliss was nominated for Best in the Brazos! Something directly affected by my participation is in the running to be the best of something! Imagine how stoked I am!

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

The Name of the Game

What is it about friends getting engaged that suddenly makes a girl go crazy if she is not on the verge of the same? I'm going to go with my competitive streak. Clarise got engaged this month. Yea Clarise. And I am really excited for her. I mean, have you heard her talk about this boy? On the other hand, I guess I'm a little jealous...more like impatient...no jealous....okay, maybe both. I am totally not ready to wrap my life around someone else's dreams again. I do that for Emily and plan to keep on so I don't need to keep up with your desires too. I am not ready to live with someone else. My recent roommate experience with Hava was stellar, but not something I want to do for an extended period. Not yet. So what's with the jealousy and impatience? I guess I am just looking forward to that feeling of being loved for a long time to come. And really, I think it is all about natural feminine competition. I like to be the best, perfect even. I want to one up the girl who just got engaged with a "look what I have." Petty, yes. So let's step away from the petty and "look at what I have." I have a hot boyfriend who is so intelligent and incredibly kind. He's also human and often confesses to being afraid that I'll figure that out some day. How compelling is that!? He asks about my day and lets me prattle about children's birthday parties and my non-understanding of politics. He practices class presentations on the phone with me. I know so many of his insecurities because I knew him way back when he was chasing after other girls. What I don't have is a desired to be toed down. Not just yet. Thank goodness for that. As bubbleheaded as I am, I know that committed relationships are not something you spur along just to keep up with the other pretty girls. So, I'll just be a girlfriend right now and in that capacity there is one thing more that I have: a lot to offer.

Friday, June 8, 2007

Emily!

on dogs:
Chihuahua is actually said "chi-wala" and if it is not a "chi-wala" it is not a dog. Period. Also, koala bears will just have to be called something else because they are not "chi-walas" either and whoever thought to call that particular animal such a homo-phonically similar name was just out of their freakin' mind. Forget suggesting she call it a marsupial, it'll take her so long to get the word out she'll forget what she is talking about in the first place.
on socializing:
E: Mama, I don' wanna go to Donna's and meet Mary.
J: Oh but baby, Mary is so fun! Why wouldn't you.
E: Well, I fink I member her so yeah. When I go to Donna's I will meet Mary. I meet people. Sometimes I do dat.(Okay, does that not just knock your socks off? I mean she says it like I would talk about getting a pedicure or going to Vegas - Yeah, sometimes I do that. Don't act surprised, it's just who I am.)
On fashion:
Simply, the world just looks better when one is wearing a "baby" suit. By the way, my big girl can now put her bathing suit on all by herself.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

I am NOT Pregnant

And can I just let out a resounding "whew!" I am not an irresponsible girl (most of the time). I am in a monogamous relationship, and a really good one at that. I am also on birth control. I hate it, but I am on it. I take it every night at about 10:10. So why the sudden proclamation of bun baking status? Well, I went to see Ben last month. Oh Ben *momentary pause for a slow smile and wildly beating heart*. Most of you probably don't care to know what Ben and I do during our one on one time and I have no plans to elaborate, but I'm sure you all can figure out how we pass some of our time. Okay, a good deal of it. During my visit I did not once deviate from my 10:10 pm regime. However, that regime also includes an antibiotic. Yup, I can see the realization creeping across the faces of you medical types. And I checked! Boy did I ever check to make sure that antibiotic would not interfere with that birth control. I went over it with my dermatologist after I spent time with Hava learning my ovulation cycle. And they told me it would not interfere. The internet tells a different story. The prescription bottle tells no story. The fear began creeping in before Ben's silhouette disappeared from view at the airport. It was a sleep depriving, knot forming fear. And, as it turns out, an irrational one. The NOT Pregnant indicator showed up on time. We all know how I like to worry about nothing. However, I emit a resounding "whew." I also give you a rather long journal entry about something that didn't happen, but I figure you can all suck it up and enjoy my relief with me. I think I'll treat myself to a drink.

Monday, June 4, 2007

The best part

My favorite part of going to college: running into folk I know on campus. Makes me feel like the popular girl.

Friday, June 1, 2007

Emily!

On infallible logic:
E: I want to go inside!
J: Why, baby?
E: Because I want to got inside.
J: Yes, I understand, but why?
E: BECAUSE...I...WANT...TO!

On pronunciation: granola bar = gorilla bar

On benevolence: "Aunt Hava does not live wif us anymore...I forgive her. And I guess I forgive Uncle Ryan."

On family:
D: Aunt Have went to her home. She lives with Ryan.
E: Ryan? No DonNA! Not Ryan, Uncle Ryan.