IT'S ALIVE!!!

Listening to the inside of my brain. It's quite loud in here.
Delaying getting up to use the restroom.
    I'm back! I'm so sorry I've been gone! I know all four of you must have been a wreck for the last two month, unable to go about your daily lives without my semi-weekly inspiring posts.
    Ha. That was funny. No but really, I am sorry I've been gone, you four lovely readers - and you random people in Germany (Whaddup?). The last two months have been totally insane on the school front as I've been busting my rump so I don't fail two of my classes. I'm still somewhat worried about them, but I'm working on it. I have one week - and Monday the 7th - to go before I'm rid of this horrible semester forever. I just have to survive and succeed. Wish me luck.
    Coco Bean came to visit at the beginning of April for two weeks, which was awesome, but it was for pre-deployment leave, which is not awesome.

Corey and I at a La Parilla. The beer's his; I don't drink.

He's gone overseas now, and I'm worried sick about him. But I'm planning on sending him some cool things in care packages, so that'll be good. I'm just gonna get through this last week and a day of school so I can move on to this summer!
    I'm planning on having a pretty awesome summer - my family's going on a cruise in July, and some friends from my fiction writing class and I started a writing group to help critique each others' work over the summer and keep ourselves writing, and I'm hoping to save up enough money to buy a ukulele at some point!
    So I'm gonna go retreat back in to my educational cave for the next week or so, but I wanted it to be known that I will be back! Wish me luck!

Breaking Springily - And Punnily!

Listening to Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen (I had my doubts, but it's not bad)
Contemplating what to buy at the grocery store. Because I go there now. That's right.
    It's been forever, I know. I'm sorry people.  Lots of stuff has happened. Crazy, I'm telling you. Where do I even begin?
    Maybe with the fact that I'M NOW 21. What up? Funny story, though. My 21st birthday was nothing like the picture at the left. I didn't even drink at my birthday dinner. I did cry though. Why? It's beyond me. I think I was just a little overwhelmed. I did, however, eat a steak from New Zealand. Talk about one of the most delicious things that has ever graced my taste buds. Whoa. My dad made margaritas when I got home, and I watched this movie with my sister in the basement. I know. We're party animals.
    For my birthday, my parents gave me an alarm clock. Kidding. Well they did, but they also gave me a hundred bucks to buy a new bedspread since my old one was on its last thread (see what I did there - ha). My sister bought me some super cute vintage-y sunglasses from Target, as well as a huge 21 balloon (because balloons are awesome) and a cookie cake - my favorite!
    The next night, my awesome roommates threw me another mini birthday celebration. Miranda the Marvelous made me spaghetti and provided me with pink wine. She also gave me the book Peter Pan, because it's apparently life-changing. Allison the Amazing made me a double-layer cookie cake. That's a layer of cookie cake, a layer of icing, and another layer of cookie cake, and then icing on top. It was like cookie cake on steroids and I went into a diabetic coma just looking at it. It was incredible. And Haley the Extraordinary gave me a six pack of Reese's Big Cups, because they're the greatest thing on earth, and a Disney Princess coloring book. Then we watched Tangled, which is quickly becoming tied for first for my favorite Disney movie. Maybe even favorite movie ever.
    Then last Saturday, my Aunt Jen took my to a Boyce Avenue concert. I'd never heard of them, but it turns out they're pretty cool. Aunt Jen being herself, she took me to the concert, and we watched the two bands who opened for Boyce Avenue, then half of their songs, and she decided it was time to go. It was about 10:15, and we were both worn out, so she took me to the Varsity (Whaddyahave?) and then home. It was a good night. 
    As far as what Coco gave me... On official records, I don't know. But off the record. I totally know exactly what it is. Toms. Ballet flats. He asked which ones I liked. He asked my sister for my shoe size. The box - which I haven't opened yet and won't until he gets home at the beginning of April - is roughly shoebox-sized. They're Toms. I know it. I know it.
    I'm currently on Spring Break, and I have to begin research for a group project and write two microfiction stories before Sunday. But for right now, I'm pretty happy chilling in my footie pajamas and making a grocery list. 
    Oh, and here are a few puns:

• If I were a dinosaur, guess what I'd be? A Thesaurus. Right? 
• What did the bison say when his kid left for college? "Bye, son!" (from Haley)
• At work, someone's change was 8.15. So I gave them the eight bucks first, then as I put the coins in her hand, I said, "I just nickled and dimed you." Ha!

Movement and Letters to Inanimate Objects 2/8

This is in the Grand Floridian. Awesome!

Listening to Comfortable by John Mayer
Thinking about what to make for dinner (since that's my responsibility now that I've moved out)
    For those of you who skimmed over the little "listening to/thinking about" section - shame on you! - I've moved out! I'm living in a house forty-five minutes away from campus with three friends, and it's frickin awesome. Just sayin'. My room is small, and currently dominated by boxes and pieces of my bed.
    Why is my bed in pieces you ask? Because our local Ikea is moronic. They left out the majority of the pieces for my bed in the packages we got. For example: the very first piece we needed to make my bed? Long board with a crescent type cut out in the middle of one side? Missing. The first piece. Really? Also, the head and footboard. (I do have a separate headboard with storage in it that we bought and built separately; these are the back and front pieces of the platform.) How do you forget to put those in? We did finally get all the pieces, but my dad can't come help build it until Thursday - that is, tomorrow - so tonight is my last night sleeping on a mattress on the floor, and I couldn't be happier.
    Sidenote: my bed is the kind with drawers in it, because I don't have room for a dresser and bed and desk and bookshelf in my room. So we combined two. Well, I currently don't have a place for all my clothes, so I've been living out of boxes since Saturday. I feel like a hobo. I hobo who no longer lives with her parents, but a hobo nonetheless.
    Here are some letters!

Dear Ikea,

Get your crap together. Your level of disorganization is astounding. I was so angry upon finding yet another piece missing from my bed that I wanted to go to your store and jump on every neatly made bed you had on display. I wanted to put fingerprints on all the stainless steel stuff, and leave my food on the table in your little cafeteria. And leave my chair out for someone to trip on. And my cart in the middle of the parking deck. 

Dear Bertolli frozen dinner,

I really wish I had known I needed a pot to cook you in and that you weren't steam-in-the-bag. I was so dismayed upon finding out I couldn't have garlic shrimp and pasta for dinner on Monday. But those weren't tears. Really.

Dear e.l.f. mineral make-up,

You are the greatest make-up I have ever used in my life. I just got your mineral eyeshadow yesterday, and I am never going back. This love affair isn't going anywhere, so get used to it. It's gonna be a good forever. :)

Sincerely, 
Sarah Jane