Well well well. It's saturday and I make the journey back to uber chic Cleveland, Tennessee tomorrow morning. Have I packed yet? No. Have I started to think about packing. No. To be honest, I'm not even sure that I have enough bags to bring all of the things that i have accumulated over the summer. The good news, I am seasoned in stuffing suitcases to beyond their maximum capacity. Sure, I may have to sit on one or two, but at least I'll get it all packed.
I am headed back to Cleveland to, of course, start my senior year at school. So. Weird. I'm nervous and excited and scared and thrilled all at the same time. Ready? Of course not. But I suppose you can never really "prepare" too much to become a real adult. However, I'm ESPECIALLY not ready. Why? Well, let me just put it this way. As you all know (from the very title of this blog) I cannot save/ manage money to save my life. Overdraft fees used to be (not anymore, because my bank has now forbidden me to overdraw...thank goodness) a weekly thing for me. One time, I got 5 overdraft notices in one week. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that my parents plotted my death. And while I would like to think that I possess some maturity in certain aspects of life (not so much finances yet, but I'm working on it..), I can't help but think of the time that my best friend and I decided to get a puppy. Yeah. I know. It was last summer. She was presh. A little yellow lab (mix, i think, but I digress) and she was so mild-mannered...at the pound. After about 12 hours, we figured out that she was Satan's dog. We kept her for 8 days. ANYWAYS, all that to say; I can't even keep a dog. what makes me think that I can be a real-life adult??? ugh. If i think about it too much, I'll get a stomach ulcer...
On another note, I heard on the radio today that the heat index tomorrow is supposed to be 107. Degrees. SERIOUSLY? That's practically the temperature that water boils at. It's my personal belief that humans weren't intended to withstand this sort of heat and wretched humidity. But maybe that's just me...
On that note, I'm off to pack. And do laundry. And go on a last-minute Target run. Which, may I just say that Target is the superstore of champions. There are definitely Targets in Heaven. Ok, I'm done.
Happy Saturday, love doves. Enjoy!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Back To Reality...
Hello, lovely readers. I have finally returned from my extended vacay. I would love to think that droves of people will be scurrying to their computer to read this, but the 2 or 3 die-harders will do just fine. Anyways, my 2-week trip was glorious. Macon, Savannah, Orlando, Tampa.. a fun time was had by all, if i do say so myself. Sure, south Georgia and central Florida both proved to be hotter than the hottest realms of...well, you know..and the humidity was nearly unbearable, however, the weather (almost) went unnoticed, seeing as I had the time of my life.
Of course, anything that i am involved in HAS to have SOME sort of adventure to it, whether it be beneficial/ good for me or not.. in this case, most adventures were good - shopping was wonderful, Mickey and Minnie are doing great, and of course, time with my family and best friends were priceless.
However, there were a few things that made me question my very sanity. The heat, for instance. Ok, Florida in July is my version of Chinese water torture. There were a few points during the week that i was PRETTY sure that my time on earth had come to a swift end. The worst was when I decided to wear jeans to an outdoor outlet mall. In Orlando. In July. Dumb. Another "adventure" (this is totally a misfortune on my part, but why be a Debbie-Downer) was when I thought, for the better part of an hour, that my car had been stolen from the Atlanta airport...
So...one of my best friends (that went on fam vacay with us) drove my car back to Georgia because of a previous engagement. Since I stayed a few extra days, he parked it at the airport and told me the exact location so that I could go right to it once my flight got in. Yeah, not so much. (Let me just precursor the next part of the story with this: my right nostril was completely clogged, my ears were stopped up, I was hot and i was exhausted...) Anyways, I walk outside, go to the parking lot, and ask the attendant where I can find the lot/ row that my car was in. After being told 2 different things, i finally manage to find the correct level, lot, and row...only to find that my car wasn't there. After calling my friend to quadruple check everything, losing my composure and all control of my emotions in the middle of baggage claim while on the phone with my mom, wandering the parking lot that my car was allegedly in like a lost puppy for 15 minutes, losing my composure again outside on the curb with my friend that is desperately trying to figure out how to tell me where my car is, and asking at LEAST 298 airport workers where to go and what to do, it finally hits me that i'm in the wrong parking lot... I don't know if YOU have realized this by now, but I need my own TV show...
Sweet dreams, dearies!
Of course, anything that i am involved in HAS to have SOME sort of adventure to it, whether it be beneficial/ good for me or not.. in this case, most adventures were good - shopping was wonderful, Mickey and Minnie are doing great, and of course, time with my family and best friends were priceless.
However, there were a few things that made me question my very sanity. The heat, for instance. Ok, Florida in July is my version of Chinese water torture. There were a few points during the week that i was PRETTY sure that my time on earth had come to a swift end. The worst was when I decided to wear jeans to an outdoor outlet mall. In Orlando. In July. Dumb. Another "adventure" (this is totally a misfortune on my part, but why be a Debbie-Downer) was when I thought, for the better part of an hour, that my car had been stolen from the Atlanta airport...
So...one of my best friends (that went on fam vacay with us) drove my car back to Georgia because of a previous engagement. Since I stayed a few extra days, he parked it at the airport and told me the exact location so that I could go right to it once my flight got in. Yeah, not so much. (Let me just precursor the next part of the story with this: my right nostril was completely clogged, my ears were stopped up, I was hot and i was exhausted...) Anyways, I walk outside, go to the parking lot, and ask the attendant where I can find the lot/ row that my car was in. After being told 2 different things, i finally manage to find the correct level, lot, and row...only to find that my car wasn't there. After calling my friend to quadruple check everything, losing my composure and all control of my emotions in the middle of baggage claim while on the phone with my mom, wandering the parking lot that my car was allegedly in like a lost puppy for 15 minutes, losing my composure again outside on the curb with my friend that is desperately trying to figure out how to tell me where my car is, and asking at LEAST 298 airport workers where to go and what to do, it finally hits me that i'm in the wrong parking lot... I don't know if YOU have realized this by now, but I need my own TV show...
Sweet dreams, dearies!
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