Thursday, September 6, 2012

In Denial

I'M NOT SICK, I'M NOT SICK, I'M NOT SICK...

(If only repeating this mantra would make it true!)

I have no time for sickness in my life, especially these next three weeks.
If I had a normal person's life with a normal person's major and a normal person's
daily schedule, a little bug and some aches wouldn't be so bad. I could sit through
lectures and come home in the evenings and rest while watching chick
flicks and sipping soup. Doesn't that sound delightful? 

The exciting thing about being a dance major, however, is
my ENTIRE school schedule and daily routine from sun up 'til way
past sun down is physically demanding, aerobic exercise. Sometimes
for 12 hours straight without any breaks. And I can't very well
dance around with Kleenex stuffed down my leotard all day!

Is it normal to get sick at the beginning of every school year?
What the heck, body, I was counting on you! Does physically
exhausting yourself for weeks on end and not getting
enough sleep have ANYTHING to do with health?

OOPS!

Well, I am ready to battle WHATEVER this is with boxes upon boxes
of Kleenex with aloe, echinacea, vitamin C, bananas, and orange juice. 

And maybe a little more sleep...

Hope you're feeling fit as a fiddle! 
                  
                                                           ...whatever that means.


Monday, September 3, 2012

Lazy Weekend with My Ladies

There's nothing better than a lazy weekend with
your roommates, when they're as awesome as mine. 

Saturday wasn't much of break, considering we woke up early and
spent six hours in a stuffy dance studio at an audition, but it was a great time!
Until that night, when we aggravated our joints even more by partying
it up at the campus paint dance. WORTH IT. Behold, the aftermath...


I definitely went to church Sunday
morning with paint around my ankles.

We had the girliest of girls nights last night, complete with
boy gossip, pop songs, nail polish, some Zac Efron, and glue. 

Tiana and I got a little crafty and transformed average pill
containers into exciting, colorful treasure boxes fit to inspire the
most negligent vitamin taker to take her vitamins, all the while
transforming our living room into a complete and total MESS.



What would my life be like without mod podge and rhinestones?
The thought is too frightening to entertain!

Then Heather and I stayed up chatting until the wee hours of the morning,
(I love me some pillow talk!), which meant we slept in until nearly noon.
I, of course, woke up singing the best hits of Marilyn Monroe, then went
downstairs to make banana pancakes! You know Jack Johnson was on repeat
for a solid hour. By 1:00, we were eating breakfast--the most delicious
breakfast I've ever consumed in this country! I'll do you a solid and share the
tantalizing banana pancake recipe with you. I recommend topping them with
syrup and brown sugar. Consider it a Labor Day gift from yours truly!

Hope you're all enjoying the long weekend as
much as I am! It's back to the books tomorrow!

...or dance studio, in some cases. ;) 

Friday, August 31, 2012

Today in a Nutshell

HAPPY

ONE CLASS
LEOPARD PRINT
NAP TIME
(Such a blessing after such an exhausting week!)
RAIN STORM
DANCE REHEARSAL
(China, here I come!)
NEW TAP SHOES
(I can hardly contain my excitement!)
LEMON CUSTARD
(My FAVE!)
NO SHOWER
RED LIPSTICK
(The quickest cure for a sweat-washed dancer on the run!)
GREEN SHOW PERFORMANCE
MARRIAGE PROPOSAL
(Not mine, but tears were definitely shed!
Congrats to Katelin!)
CHOCOLATE CAKE


SAD

MASSIVE CALORIC CONSUMPTION
(See "lemon custard" and "chocolate cake.")
TRIPPED UP THE STAIRS
(Concrete steps, actually... Skinned my knee,
bruised my arm, whacked my chin, and
bloodied my toe! I am so talented.)
DOWNSTAIRS NEIGHBORS
(Make me feel really cruel/guilty for
tap dancing on our 1970s kitchen tile.)

In a nutshell, life is pretty smashing right now!
And I survived the first week of school.
And look at this fantastic picture:


HAPPY TAPPING, EVERYONE!





Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Home Sweet Homegirls

FUN FACT: SCHOOL HAS STARTED.

Just in case you weren't aware.
And don't watch the news.
Like a dance major.

:-|

So, I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that this
will be my third year of college. Where does the time go?
I still feel like I'm 13. Maybe it's because I have a crush
on every boy in the whole world right now. FORRIL.

I just need to take a minute to brag about my
amazing, beautiful, talented, hilarious,
sometimes disgusting and repulsive,
but also LOVELY roommates!


I hit the jackpot of roomies this year, my friends.
We're all dancing fools who wear booty shorts and sweats
more often than the average person with standards and morals, shower
way too infrequently for disclosure, and get creative with mangos in
nearly everything we cook. I can honesty say these girls inspire
me each and every day to be better than I am. Avocado face
masks, smoothies in martini glasses, nail parties, and 
more--the estrogen in this place is toxic!

In a good way.
Like the smell of gasoline.
(Here's the part where I admit that I sometimes drip
gasoline on my foot on purpose because I love the smell.)

And the dishes in our sink never pile up because we've
worked out a system where one of us scrubs, another dries,
and a third person spoons ice cream into our mouths.

Now, that's what I call teamwork!


Saturday, August 18, 2012

Signs of Fall

1. School starts in a week.
{I'm dying here. I nnnnneed a routine.} 

2. Walmart is selling mellowcreme pumpkins again.
{Kind of like candy corn except 6,000 times better. I'm addicted.}

I'm really excited about both these things. That's all I have to say.

P.S. Ever been ice-blocking? Why didn't anybody
warn me that it was so dangerous?! 

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

A Man in My Bed

Are you lonely?

Do you find yourself watching reruns of TV shows late at night,
wishing you had someone to snuggle up with? Do you sometimes just want to
be held but don't want the implications of noncommittal cuddling, leading a 
guy on, or welcoming a time/career usurping boyfriend into your life?

I have the solution!

Let me introduce you to a close friend of mine.
His name is Fritz, and we've been together for almost a year now.


Check out those bulging biceps! What a hunk!

Here's how Fritz and I became snuggle buddies...

My best friend and I once came across a Japanese ad for a pillow that looked like this:


And with our crafty, thrifty minds we thought,
"Hey, I bet we could make those ourselves for a lot cheaper!"

So, we took a trip to Walmart and invested in all the necessary supplies:
1 XL long-sleeved male sweater
(an upgrade in softness from the starchy button-down pictured above)
AND
pillow stuffing

(Just cut the sweater in half, stuff it to your comfort, and sew it closed!)

A few stitches later, Fritz and Nigel came to be!
They're the perfect addition to any single college girl's
bedroom, minus a best friend to share clothes with.


We named our identical twin man pillows Fritz and Nigel, carefully
selecting names that didn't correspond with anyone either of
us knew because that would make references to them
and sleeping with them totally awkward.

Fritz sleeps with me every night! I can't get comfortable without him.
He's been a shoulder to cry on, the perfect chick flick date, and he fulfills
the "professional cuddler" aspect of a boyfriend so many girls crave.

Get on it, lonely ladies! Your future plush, huggable,
committed boyfriend is only a few stitches away! 

And just for kicks and giggles, here's a picture of the male equivalent
of the "boyfriend pillow"--the "girlfriend pillow"--we also saw in that ad...


Cases of the Awkwards

Yes, I just made awkward a noun.

Face it. Awkward situations come up a lot.
And by "a lot" I mean all the time.
Hopefully, you learn to embrace them and laugh at the giant
awkward that is your life, but sometimes it's also fun to rant about
your awkwards because somebody else out there must understand...right?


Case #1:
When you're grooving to Whoomp! There It Is on the elliptical at the gym and
somebody decides to hop on the machine right next to you or directly behind you
when there are clearly 14 other machines available in the surrounding area.
Then, rather than contemplating life's deepest questions or how cool it
would be to be in a music video, you find yourself concerned with
how your butt and calves look from behind.

It's gym anti-creep etiquette to assess the situation before
selecting a machine, so as to not unduly infringe on
someone's bubble of hard-pumping oxygen.
(I thought everyone already knew that.)

And sometimes, when you're feeling especially vigorous--like
on days you just ate three large muffins, six bowls of cereal, and leg of lamb
for breakfast--you might choose to add dance arms to your elliptical workout.
And if someone is within your wingspan, they might lose an eyeball and blame you
for it, when actually they shouldn't have hopped on that machine in the first place.
If you're one of "those" people, consider yourself warned.

Case #2:
When an adult or parent of someone you know/happen to be on a date with
asks you what you are studying in school and when you say "dance performance,"
they tilt their head 20 degrees, half-smile and say, "Oh! How...fun!" followed
by the inevitable, "And what do you see yourself doing with that?"
(Come on, performing arts majors, you know this situation all too well.) 

What do I see myself doing with that?
Um.......performing dance.

But half the time you don't even feel like explaining your ambitious,
exciting life goals because you can see in their eyes that that person has already
assumed you have a lower-than-average IQ and probably don't watch the news.

(Not that I'm referencing a specific incident or anything...)

By that time, sharing your ambitions and dreams with that person--gifting
them the knowledge of the goals you've been training nearly your whole life
to attain--doesn't seem the least bit appealing. So you shrug off their ignorance
and silently remind yourself how exciting it will be to prove
all those head-tilting oh-ers wrong in the end.

Case #3:
Stoplights. Really long stoplights. When you're the only one in your car
so you can't strike up a conversation with someone and person in the car next
to you happens to be in the exact same boat. Do you look at them? Do you smile?
Do you inconspicuously check them out? (Guilty.) If you look too long, you'll miss
the light turning green and that's just embarrassing. Plus, then you lose the unspoken
race to the other side of the intersection. Which is way more embarrassing when
you're driving a retired police vehicle with an incredibly zoomy engine and
everybody knows it. What's the best way to handle this situation?

Case #4:
When the doorbell rings and you hate answering the door, so you
peer through the stained glass window to see who it is. And it's the UPS
guy walking back to his truck, having just left a package on your porch.
And then for some unknown reason he turns around and makes
eye contact with you through that tiny diamond shape in the glass
and the jig is up! Not only are you home, but you're also a serious creep.
AWK.

Case #5:
When you say hi to someone you think is looking at you but they are really
saying hi to the person behind you. And everybody else just saw it all go down.

Case #6:
In a word: Facebook.


Seriously, I do that all the time.