Back to School

Well I’m back in school now.

I didn’t want to go back, but I really want to finish up.

This week I had English and Biology at SJSU, and tomorrow I’ll have the class that I’m taking at SJCity tomorrow morning.

Super anxious about tomorrow. Tomorrow I start my sign language class. I’m so nervous! I’m sure it will be fine, and I remember the alphabet from when I was in kindergarten. (I KNOW! My kindergarten teacher would be so proud!) So I do feel like I have an advantage over my classmates. I just hate going to class on the first day, it’s so awkward and forced. So I feel more prepared for actually going, I went to SJCity this afternoon to locate the space that my class is in. Luckily I found it pretty easily, and I also discovered a parking structure that’s a hell of a lot closer than where I parked. (I also thought that I originally parked in a staff lot, but I didn’t.)

I can’t wait until I’m done with school, hopefully I will be soon. 

Time for some pizzazz in our lives

I’m trying to be more crafty. I’m currently working on crocheting two different scarves, and am painting some framed mirrors that I want Pieter to hang on the wall.

On a side note, all of the walls in the apartment are blank. We’ve lived here for two years and we haven’t hung a stinking thing. (To be fair we did hang a bulletin board right when we moved in. But that. was it.)

I’m painting them a funky purple and since they are smallish we’re going to do three across the wall since it’s a smaller wall. If it turns out really well, I’ll post pictures. I chose purple not just because I love it, but because everything in the apartment is beige, and it needs some spice. Beige carpet, beige walls, light wood furniture. Since I don’t want us to live a beige life, I’m changing up the scheme of things.

We’ve been living in this 700 square foot apartment for two years. It’s time to turn it into a home.

Oh hey 2012

I can’t believe that it’s already 2012.

I’m not really the type of gal that likes to make resolutions, but I made the resolution to cook more in 2011, and I really stuck with it! So here is my list of resolutions for 2012!

-Save more money. Pieter said it himself, if we save enough money up, we can go somewhere fun this summer. Sounds like a challenge to me!

-Don’t procrastinate! Finish the things that I start in a timely fashion

-Read more

-Stop spending so much time doing nothing online

-Tidy the apartment a little bit every day, and try not to let the mess get so out of control

-Brush Chompers everyday so her fur stays untangled

-Be healthier. Not just ‘oh, this year I want to lose X amount of pounds’ but just eating healthier being more active kinds of things

-Do more activities on the weekend days that I have off, stop just doing just nothing on days off

-Keep cooking!

Hopefully I haven’t bitten off more than I can chew with my resolutions, but I think that I can do all these for a year if I stick to them. 

Today.

Today I...
Woke up at 4:40 for work.
Got loads done at work, realized I love all my coworkers mucho, and that this might be my favorite job so far.
Went to barnes and noble when I was off.
Bought more books than I should of. Wondered if I will ever feel like I have enough books. I won't.
Bought a cute gift.
Thought about how happy reading makes me.
Resolved to read more.
Took a short nap.
Didn't clean the apartment.
Ate Japanese food for dinner with Pieter.
Bought Chompers new, big-girl food.
Started clicker training with Chompers. (Hope it works!)
Watched two movies.
Decided to read before bed (The Red Queen, by Phillipa Gregory if you're interested)

What did you do today?

Home Alone

So…Pieter is camping this weekend with his family, and I’m home all alone.

For the long weekend. For only the second time since we got married. I’ve left Pieter on his own, for weekends pet-sitting, and the two weeks that I recently spent in Minnesota, which were also the longest time I’ve ever been away from home in my life. What can I say, I’m a homebody.

I’ve never really been on my own so I feel strangely anxious. (and like a HUGE baby to boot) When we got married I literally moved from my childhood bedroom that I lived in for 22 years into the apartment. I still only have half of my stuff because I have 22 years worth of stuff in that bedroom and only so much room in the apartment. It’s not that I don’t like to be at home alone because I do, but it’s really quiet at night at the apartment complex.

At least this time Pieter’s gone I have Chompers to keep me company. Sunday is going to be pretty strange; I’m going to have all day to myself.

I’m probably going to spend the day watching Big Bang Theory and finally alphabetizing by books.  And finally washing the carpets. And going to Costco to buy a fan. And giving Chompers a bath. But more likely doing nothing and not showering.

Hopefully tomorrow afternoon I remember to leave a light on when I leave so I don’t come hope to a unnervingly dark and empty apartment.

Serious Case Of The Ouchies

Today I got my nose pierced.

Not my septum, like both my baby sibling and co-worker suggested, but rather the right side. My right, not yours.

It’s something that I had wanted for a very long time, and I finally decided that I should just do it, and I can always take it out and allow the hole to close up if I don’t want it anymore.

This was the most painful experience of my life.

I’m done getting piercings. While the piercing guy was quick, fun to talk to, and an all out hottie, it did not take away from my desire to scream and smack him all around the face and neck while he put the needle through my nostril, dragged it all of the rest of the way thru, and then insert the stud, then continue to touch it for cleaning. I flinched something fierce once or twice (or five times) when he was cleaning it, and I opened my eyes and he had a Q-tip near my eye. The three burly cholos who were tattooing/being tattooed were unimpressed by me going ‘this hurts. This really really hurts. Oh. My. God. This hurts. This hurts so bad!’ And then sniffling because I was crying a little but mostly because I had just had an eighteen gauge needle rammed through my nose. So definitely not going to get another piercing anytime soon…and by soon I mean ever. It’s so much worse with the needle over the gun. Hopefully the piercing heals quickly, because right now it has a slight ring of blood around the stud, which is just a simple silver with a small rhinestone.

I have been home for three hours, husband has clearly seen it, but has refused to acknowledge it. Oh he saw it when I walked in, but is simply acting like it’s not happening. To be fair, he has had a tough week; I cut my hair really short, and then dyed it red both of those things he did not like, and then I come home with a hole in my nose.

Quarter Life Crisis

The last five to six-ish weeks of the semester are always the hardest. (In my opinion at least.)

And I don’t know if it’s because I really because I’m not really into my classes this semester, but I’m kind of (possibly thinking about, wondering how much work it would be, how I would go about doing it, who I would talk to about it, if I even can because the school is so impacted) considering changing my major. I don’t know what it is, but ever since I transferred to SJSU I haven’t really been into my English major. I don’t feel like it’s what I want to do anymore, and I don’t really feel like I’m good at it. The grades I’ve been getting aren’t really that impressive, and I feel out of place in my classes. Like everyone is operating on a different frequency than I am. I don’t know if I still want to be a book editor, or even if I want to write.

But at the same time…then what do I do? Do I major in Lib Arts? Humanities? Art History? Then what do I do with my life? If I major in Art History what the hell do I do with my life? Become a museum curator? Aren’t Humanities and Lib Arts in the same family as English? If then do I bother? Why do I have cranberry juice but no vodka? I have so many questions and no direction at all. I only went to one class this week. To be fair, I didn’t have class today. But I did the other three days, and I only made it to one class. Not one day, one class. Out of five. I might not be considering majoring in math as a major but 4/5 classes attended is not good.

Is this what a quarter life crisis looks like? Because it feels like one.

I really hope that this is just because of the time of the semester, and because I kind of hate my classes this semester.

I think I have a lot of thinking to do this summer before I pick classes for the fall semester.