Still listening to nothing. If I survive this next week, Geek Squad and my comps are gonna have a party.
Also, brain dead. So you don't get a second quip. Sorry I'm not sorry.
Yep, it's finals week(s) because mine are atrociously spread out. Luckily for me, all my big projects are due tomorrow.. Err, today. And if I don't have a massive panic attack* before the end of the day, I'll be lucky. I have six projects/presentations due today. And one final. Then next Tuesday I have a final that counts for two different classes and one last project due. Please pray for me. I'm starting to hyperventilate just listing it here.
I promise next week if I survive I'll post something fun. Like some new makeup I've been LOVING (trust me, there are some), my recent foray into couponing, or the fact that I want everything in my life to be neon yellow. But no promises. If I don't make it, at least you now know those things were significant in my last days.
*Last time I had one of these I passed out before a Lit test and ended up in the E.R. Fun.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Returning
Listening to nothing, because Windows 8 doesn't like iTunes. Yeah, I'm calling y'all out. Come on. Get over your feud so I can listen to my own dang music on my computer and not have to have my phone plugged in
Typing on my new computer!
I realize it's been forever and a half. I won't apologize, because let's face it, what good would it do? Knowing me I'll probably go MIA again. But I figured it was about time I gave all four of you who care a little update.
First off, I started my semester with total crappiness. I got the flu over Christmas - thanks, Corey - and then got a sinus infection which turned into strep. I missed the first day or two of all of my classes, causing me to fall irreparably behind in Linguistics and I had to withdraw (because the second day I missed happened to be drop/add, and I wasn't aware). Then Psych decided to kick my you-know-what to the curb for nine straight weeks (it was a ten week course, rather than lasting all semester) and no matter how I tried to do well in that class, I was stuck with a 62. For those of you who know me, I am an A-B student. Mama does not take Fs. So I ended up withdrawing the week before the final. Ridiculous, I know, but even if I'd made a 100 on the final, I still would have failed the class. It was rough.
So I'm rounding out the semester with only three classes. However, the work load has been intense. I'm taking two Latin classes back to back on Tuesdays, from 5:00-8:30 (one is a two and a half hour class), and despite the crazy amount of work I have for them, I love them. I've had the delight of being taught by the brilliant mind who is now perhaps my favorite professor and teacher of all time - Dr. E. He's so amazing. Lucky me, I'm taking his poetry class in the fall and we're studying one of my favorite poets - Catullus! Color me ecstatic.
I only have two school days left - this Tuesday and next Tuesday, and everything in the world is due those days. So of course Lucille takes this as her cue to leave this cruel world and take all my files, music, and photos with her. b!+<#.
This brings me to my new computer, Sulpicia (named after the female Roman poet). She's an HP ENVY m6 notebook, and so far we get along quite well despite her Windows 8 and its battle with my iPhone, Olga. They're not getting along at all, but I'm going to let Geek Squad handle it. With all the work I have to do this week, I don't have time to fight technology.
I would like to give one non-recommendation, however. If you've read back one or two posts, you'll see my love for e.l.f. makeup. It runs deep and pure. I ordered a palette last week that I thought was going to rock my sock drawer to the moon and back. Unfortunately, it was the worst thing I've ever tried to put on my eyes (including the time I squirted my face with mop water at work). I love the e.l.f. baked eye shadows. They're a shimmery smooth silky dream made of clouds and unicorn kisses. But the palette is a nightmare. The colors are a horrendously chalky, powdery mess, and the color payoff is nonexistent. I will promote almost every other product from e.l.f. to the grave, but the baked eye shadow palette almost sent me there prematurely. I encourage them to revamp it and I will be the first to purchase it as long as it's just like the individual baked shadows. But as it is now, do not follow in my fateful footsteps, folks.
Lastly, I'm going to the beach with Corey and his fam in a few weeks. Ordered a new swimsuit online from Victoria's Secret. Stay tuned for a review - I tried some ruched bottoms, so let's see just how unbearable they are!
*I was not paid to promote or recommend any of these items. I mentioned them of my own volition.*
Typing on my new computer!
I realize it's been forever and a half. I won't apologize, because let's face it, what good would it do? Knowing me I'll probably go MIA again. But I figured it was about time I gave all four of you who care a little update.
First off, I started my semester with total crappiness. I got the flu over Christmas - thanks, Corey - and then got a sinus infection which turned into strep. I missed the first day or two of all of my classes, causing me to fall irreparably behind in Linguistics and I had to withdraw (because the second day I missed happened to be drop/add, and I wasn't aware). Then Psych decided to kick my you-know-what to the curb for nine straight weeks (it was a ten week course, rather than lasting all semester) and no matter how I tried to do well in that class, I was stuck with a 62. For those of you who know me, I am an A-B student. Mama does not take Fs. So I ended up withdrawing the week before the final. Ridiculous, I know, but even if I'd made a 100 on the final, I still would have failed the class. It was rough.
So I'm rounding out the semester with only three classes. However, the work load has been intense. I'm taking two Latin classes back to back on Tuesdays, from 5:00-8:30 (one is a two and a half hour class), and despite the crazy amount of work I have for them, I love them. I've had the delight of being taught by the brilliant mind who is now perhaps my favorite professor and teacher of all time - Dr. E. He's so amazing. Lucky me, I'm taking his poetry class in the fall and we're studying one of my favorite poets - Catullus! Color me ecstatic.
I only have two school days left - this Tuesday and next Tuesday, and everything in the world is due those days. So of course Lucille takes this as her cue to leave this cruel world and take all my files, music, and photos with her. b!+<#.
This brings me to my new computer, Sulpicia (named after the female Roman poet). She's an HP ENVY m6 notebook, and so far we get along quite well despite her Windows 8 and its battle with my iPhone, Olga. They're not getting along at all, but I'm going to let Geek Squad handle it. With all the work I have to do this week, I don't have time to fight technology.
I would like to give one non-recommendation, however. If you've read back one or two posts, you'll see my love for e.l.f. makeup. It runs deep and pure. I ordered a palette last week that I thought was going to rock my sock drawer to the moon and back. Unfortunately, it was the worst thing I've ever tried to put on my eyes (including the time I squirted my face with mop water at work). I love the e.l.f. baked eye shadows. They're a shimmery smooth silky dream made of clouds and unicorn kisses. But the palette is a nightmare. The colors are a horrendously chalky, powdery mess, and the color payoff is nonexistent. I will promote almost every other product from e.l.f. to the grave, but the baked eye shadow palette almost sent me there prematurely. I encourage them to revamp it and I will be the first to purchase it as long as it's just like the individual baked shadows. But as it is now, do not follow in my fateful footsteps, folks.
Lastly, I'm going to the beach with Corey and his fam in a few weeks. Ordered a new swimsuit online from Victoria's Secret. Stay tuned for a review - I tried some ruched bottoms, so let's see just how unbearable they are!
*I was not paid to promote or recommend any of these items. I mentioned them of my own volition.*
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Coco's Birthday Balloons
Sorry for my absence! I know it's been a while, but life has been getting complicated. And by complicated I mean busy. And by busy I mean that I've had little to no motivation to write.
I know. I'm a terrible person and there's no way that my writing will improve unless I do it every day (which I may have said in the beginning was the primary reason for starting this endeavor. I suck, I know.).
Anyways, Coco's birthday was last week and mine is next week so we're meeting up this week to celebrate! I ordered him something super special and came up with the cutest idea to package it and give it to him. In hindsight, I realize I should've taken pictures while I was making it and putting it all together. I took one initially showing all my supplies, but I get so absorbed in what I'm doing I forget to pause and take more.
Those of you who know me personally know I love making things for Corey. Almost every holiday or celebration I make something cute. Frequently something scrapbookerly, although I don't actually scrapbook. He always buys me the nicest things, but I'm broke, for the most part. Making things is how I show I care. Here are a few examples:
Anyhoo. This time I saved up so I could get him something nice. I won't say what it is just in case he happens to read this before he opens it. But I'll say that it's small enough to hold in one hand. But I couldn't resist making something, too. So this is my little idea.
Coco loves his puzzles - brain teasers and the like. It's his 22 birthday, so I got 22 neon balloons (sort of transparent, so you can see inside). I wrote down 22 reasons why I love him and stuck them in the balloons prior to inflation along with some confetti. In 11 of them, I put the letters that spell out what I got him. In order to open his gift, he has to first pop the balloons, sending confetti flying and unscramble the letters to figure out what I gave him. I put them all in an enormous bag with his gift box in the bottom. There are even some balloons inside the box with his gift in it, but they don't have letters, just cute notes. I then supplied him with a card explaining the rules with a pushpin taped inside.
How cute is that? I'm so excited. And I hope all the little notes are a good enough buildup to his actual gift.
I know. I'm a terrible person and there's no way that my writing will improve unless I do it every day (which I may have said in the beginning was the primary reason for starting this endeavor. I suck, I know.).
Anyways, Coco's birthday was last week and mine is next week so we're meeting up this week to celebrate! I ordered him something super special and came up with the cutest idea to package it and give it to him. In hindsight, I realize I should've taken pictures while I was making it and putting it all together. I took one initially showing all my supplies, but I get so absorbed in what I'm doing I forget to pause and take more.
Those of you who know me personally know I love making things for Corey. Almost every holiday or celebration I make something cute. Frequently something scrapbookerly, although I don't actually scrapbook. He always buys me the nicest things, but I'm broke, for the most part. Making things is how I show I care. Here are a few examples:
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| This was my first Book of Notes. I made it for his 21 birthday, last year. |
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| I forgot to take detailed photos of the second Book of Notes, which I gave him upon his return from Afghanistan. (The second page with the heart stitching is Georgia and Afghanistan. Cute right?) |
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| This is from his Exploding Box of Love that I gave him for Christmas. Directions to make it are here. Basically, you open the box and all the side panels fall open. There are multiple layers, but on each one I put a cute little note or something. |
Coco loves his puzzles - brain teasers and the like. It's his 22 birthday, so I got 22 neon balloons (sort of transparent, so you can see inside). I wrote down 22 reasons why I love him and stuck them in the balloons prior to inflation along with some confetti. In 11 of them, I put the letters that spell out what I got him. In order to open his gift, he has to first pop the balloons, sending confetti flying and unscramble the letters to figure out what I gave him. I put them all in an enormous bag with his gift box in the bottom. There are even some balloons inside the box with his gift in it, but they don't have letters, just cute notes. I then supplied him with a card explaining the rules with a pushpin taped inside.
How cute is that? I'm so excited. And I hope all the little notes are a good enough buildup to his actual gift.
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