Peppy...?

I've recently been playing around with the idea of becoming a flight attendant.

You may think, wha?? Why? Why would you want to have people whine at you in an enclosed environment, or mop up vomit off the floor, or serve people drinks and junk??

You forget:

I have already worked at a day care, a music store, a Subway franchise, and a veterinarian's office.

Therefore, I've had my turn at serving pissy people food and drinks, being scolded in other languages, and waaaaaaay more than my fair share of cleaning up animal/people barf.

Not to mention I recently found out I'm at nearly the ideal height for a flight attendant.

So I mean, Why not?

Anyways, I've been practicing being "flight attendant peppy" while at work this week, and I think its going fairly well. It makes the time go by faster, and it makes it easier to put up with things I'm frustrated with.

I've also been painting my nails out of the ordinary, super bright colors.

Today was yellow, if you wanted to know.

And let me be the first to tell you; if you surround yourself with really happy, peppy colors, it is just THAT much easier to be happy and peppy. No joke.

So basically, everytime I felt an insult, or anger or frustration coming on, I literaly just looked at my hands and admired my fingernails, and I honestly couldn't help but smile. Not to mention I got several compliments on my 'happy nails' and 'bold choice.'

I like being considered 'Bold.' :)

Pretty much, my day started fabulously and kept going that way. I got everything I needed to done. I even went running tonight outside for the first time in a while. I had tons of energy all day long.

Then again, that whole energy thing may have had a little something to do with the fruit roll-up I ate with breakfast.

Whate'er.

ummmm the BACHELOR???

So kids. who watched the Bachelor last night??

Rozlyn = maaaaaajorrrr DOUCHECAKE.

skank was having an affair with one of the staffers of the Bachelor.

SkizzANK!!!

What a hoe.

Not even a joke.

Makin Changes... and junnnkk

I had to drop my tap class. There were conflicts... yeah.

Anyways, I was really upset yesterday morning before I dropped it, because I felt like I was quitting. Now to be completely honest, it isn't about quitting. I would love to be in the class. The thing is, I don't want to have to take a class that is supposed to be for fun, and be graded on it. I think I should be allowed to do my best, and leave it be, without consequences that, frankly, affect my GPA.

Therefore, I dropped the class.

I was super pissed at myself, etc etc.

Bizarrely enough, the rest of the day went kind of awesome.

I don't know how to explain how I started the day so awfully, and continued it so fabulously; I guess it might have had something to do with the idea that I must have made the right decision to drop the class. Everything just worked out so well for the rest of the day.

So... yep. You never know when a bad day will turn into a great one. :)

Nail Polish Eats My Face.

I feel like this picture describes my mood as of late pretty on the dot.

Meaning I have noooo motivation to do... um, anything, especially be at school.

Also that my face is being consumed by my own hand.

On the bright side, and I do mean bright, my nail polish is looking pretty dang fabulous today.

Lock and Load.

Oh my awesome.

I recently stumbled upon this link to the website titled

The Oatmeal.

((^^This is a link. Click on it.^^))

All you have to do is go and read "5 reasons pigs are more awesome than you."

Guaranteed kicks and giggles, or your money back.

If you didn't know... i'm rad.

I have become officially obsessed with Hyperbole and a Half.

Allie is one of the most HIlarious people i know of.

Thank you, world, for including Allie to make me laugh every now and then.

Srsly. Check her out. You are guaranteed to laugh.

Ratios.

So I had my first day of classes yesterday. Not bad, generally.

Except for one thing.

Ratios.

The ratios of guys to girls in most of my classes is pretty unfavorable for the female set.

For example.

In my second class of Monday, I have intermediate tap dance... with all girls; maybe twenty, 15 total or so. Now, this is only to be expected. I mean, it is tap dance after all.

My third class, Basics of Clothing Construction, is also generally figured to be a girly class. I think there is a single guy in that class, God bless him and his courage.

My last class on Mondays is Spanish 206. You would think that this class would be a bit different from the others here, but there are only two guys in this class as well.

Now I've had every class but one, ASL 101, which is coming up this afternoon. I'm holding out hope that there will be a more even distribution of guy to girl, if simply for the sake of diversity.

We'll see about that.

On the plus side, The Bachelor came on last night!



Let there be much rejoicing.

It was fabulous. I already have favorites and people I hate.
Not to mention, that boy is fiiiiiiiiiiine.
Brittani and I kind of fell in love with him last season during the Bachelorette, so needless to say, we are all kinds of excited.
Let the guilty TV pleasure begin.

It will be a good season. Huzzah.