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Listening to Clopin Clopant by Django Reinhardt. I'm learning to love this guy. Reminds me of the music from this Pixar short.
Contemplating what to make for dinner. Veggie Pizza? Chicken with goat cheese and lemon butter herb sauce? The possibilities are endless! Actually the possibilities sort of end there... I need to expand my cooking abilities.
    Hey, peeps! I'm back! I think life has officially calmed down enough for me to begin blogging semi-consistently again. Stop laughing. I'm going to get better at it. So, an update, yes?
     Finally reached the end of the semester, and got my grades back - two As, a B, and a C. I know, I'm not super happy about the C either, but the class was difficult, and I didn't enjoy it even though I worked hard for it, so I'll live with it. I'm pretty sure one of the Bs was borderline C, but my final project really made the difference in my grade. And the As were in my two favorite classes, so they were expected.
    Back in the last week of April, Coco was deployed. I'm not sure I'm allowed to say exactly where he is, but I'll just say middle east. I get to hear from him once a day if I'm lucky - a little facebook message if he can get access to the internet - and yes, it does suck. He could be there anywhere from seven to nine months. So if y'all could keep him in your prayers, that would be delightful.
    On Saturday night, my sister and I took my mom out to the Cheesecake Factory for Mother's Day. It's a tradition because Maggs and my mom love cheesecake. (My dad was out of state visiting his mother.) The dinner was absolutely delicious, as per usual, but I got the wrong dessert. I ordered the Chocolate Tower Truffle Cake, which is not in fact a cheesecake, but chocolate cake layered with chocolate mousse. I got it last year and only had three bites the first night then put it in the fridge at home, and by day two, everyone else in my family had eaten it for me. Even though they had their own cheesecakes to eat. So I didn't get to eat my own cake. This year, they gave me a truffle cheesecake instead. I hate cheesecake. So I didn't get to eat my cake this year either. Sadface.
    On a brighter note, I started a writing group with some friends this summer. We're meeting every other Wednesday to discuss what we're working on and critique each others' writing. Four of us are actually working on novels, and then the other one is doing short stories. For the sake of their privacy, I'll use the following nicknames: Kelly Kapowski, Moose, GI Bob, and This Friend. I'm pretty psyched about it. Finally letting people read the book I've been working on for the past four years - it's been four years now, guys!
    So yeah. Gonna be a fun summer. Gird your loins. Ha.

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!