It's All Fun and Games Until Someone Blows Up

Oh, Christmas tree!

So I had a great Thanksgiving and all... a little weird, but it turned out to be really great. I went to a friends place for dinner with a bunch of other people who couldn't be with their families, so who else happens to be there? Only G.I. Joe's roommate. Awkward...ish.

Go State!

So anyway, you guys know my opinion about being a single lady right now - it's what I need and I'm enjoying it, but it's this time of year that makes me miss having someone around. For example, it's really hard to trim a tree when there's no one standing on the other stand to hand strings of lights or tinsel around. Then when you get your lights plugged in and you have your space heater on and you decide that you want to heat up some leftovers so you toss some in the microwave and turn it on and you flip a breaker and you have no idea which breaker goes to where and your arms are too short to reach the switches behind the fridge. SUCKS! And I wish I had someone to help me out or to rush in and the save the day, but what's more important, I think, is that I figured all that shit out by myself and saved my own day. Boom. Go me. And now my tree is up and I am cuddled with my wine watching Just Friends and feeling comfort in the fact that at least my holiday won't be that screwed up, because let's face it - relationships just complicate everything anyway.

I'm Sorry I'm So Neglectful, I Feel Like A Terrible Person

You all should have known that my hiatus was coming... it's inevitable. From the get-go, I said that I would try hard to post consistently and most likely fail...I'm just proving myself right. So much has happened! And yet, nothing really that exciting has happened.

First of all, let me just get something off my chest:
                                        WILDCATS ARE NUMBER ONE! #emaw
And I'm pretty pumped that Oregon is number two, but since I do not yet live there, and haven't attended Oregon yet, I still bleed purple for the time being. And when I finally do move, I'll bleed this weird color that happens when you mix purple and green together, which is probably a nasty brown color.

Today, I bought my first ever turkey... I have no idea how to cook it, so I'll just pawn that task off to the roommate. I've organized a day at the challenge course for all my work friends and then we'll be stuffing our faces and drinking too much after some team building and bonding activities. I do not get to go home for Thanksgiving, but since I grew up in England where said holiday does not exist...it's not that big a deal. Plus, I have military friends who are stuck here too so we'll all get together and be a fitting family of misfits. Wait, what?

New hair!

I start school in January! I have to take math :( and English...and philosophy and anthropology. Two fun classes, one indifferent, and one MISERABLE. I hate math. But I'm ready to repair my GPA and do what it takes to get to Oregon (quack).

I got really sick last week, so I have yet to make a video explaining the strangeness of Halloween. But soon, I promise. I PROMISE. I'm also trying to compile a list of messy situations I've ever been involved in, inspired by this morning when I was steaming milk and knocked the pitcher over and sprayed steam and milk EVERYWHERE. There's a reason I chose the title "It Went Everywhere" and that's because it really did go everywhere. I did get my hurr did though. I had it trimmed up and dyed a plum color with red highlights, of course.

Tonight is Old Chicago night, one of my many new traditions that have me loving life.

ADDENDUM: Tonight WAS Old Chicago night, but I just got home from that.... 5 beers later and here I am. Maybe I'm about to do things I won't agree with in the morning, but you know what? YOLO! Yeah,  I went there...

Back soon, promise!
Video soon, promise!

Miss Georgia!!

A Brief Overview to Halloween Part One

We definitely look like we're up to no
good, but that's nothing new. 

This weekend was Halloween Part One since next weekend will be Halloween Part Two, get it? That's the cool thing about Halloween being on a Wednesday... twice the parties, twice the costumes, twice the fun! And Halloween Part One was ridiculous! I had so much fun with my friends and so much happened that I'm not even going to try and type all about, but I promise I will explain in a video soon, so check back, like tomorrow night! I'll go ahead and say it involves: monster mashing, water balloons, rum, bearing witness to a car wreck, sushi, losing my roommate, and the mysterious case of someones underpants. Riveting, right? I seriously couldn't make this shit up if I tried.

Yeah, I'm a nerd. So what?

I shall briefly say, "Good news, everyone!" I was granted enough financial aid to cover my tuition so I should be starting classes and working on that associates degree in January. Unfortunately, I have to take a math placement test tomorrow. Eww. But it'll be worth it. Hopefully I'll have my classes scheduled by tomorrow too. And then I'll be one step closer to being a Duck! I'll miss being a Wildcat though, we kicked ass this weekend!!!





I'll leave it at that for now, and I'll fill you in with all the juicy bits later. Promise.
Toodles,
Miss Georgia

Lessons Learned, Douchebags Past.

We're still working on revelation #4, aren't we? Well, like I said... even though we only dated for a couple of months (and I'm sure the feeling isn't mutual), I took so much out of my relationship with G.I. Joe. If you recall, revelation #4 states that "It's okay if people were only meant to be in your life for a brief period of time and a very specific reason." Now, I'm a firm believer that he was put into my life just to give me a poke and make me realize that I needed to make some changes, take some action, and start doing things for myself instead of for everyone else. He reminded me of who I really am. Because of the things he re-awakened within me; I started going to the gym again, I asked for more bartending hours, I stopped stressing out so much about stupid things, I stopped twiddling my thumbs and went back to being proactive about getting back in school, and I started making a plan for getting myself to Oregon. The simple fact that I had all this in motion again made me so happy. And then our relationship ended, relatively suddenly, but the weird thing was that I wasn't really that upset. Even though this boy had told me he loved me, that he wanted to marry me, that we could make a relationship last for a whole year while he was deployed, and even though I wanted to believe him, I think that deep down inside there was a part of me that knew none of that would ever happen, that he was just in my life to teach me something. And while in retrospect, he mostly turned out to be a douche, I don't have any regrets about the situation because I'm so much happier with myself now than I was three months ago. That's the short version anyway. 

In a round-about way, this also leads us to revelation #1. "Just because you say you're okay alone, doesn't mean you really are. But one day you'll wake up and realize it's the best thing ever." Seriously, being on my own right now is just what I really need. I have time to focus and do things for myself and get my life together again. It's cliche that everyone says you can't be truly happy with someone else until you're happy with yourself, but it's very true. And while I've always been pretty happy with myself, I never really wanted to be alone...until now. So I think that when I do eventually meet someone I might be interested in, I'll be better prepared for whatever might come out of it and unafraid of being let down again. 

Protein Tastes Like Ass and Whitney Houston Dashed My Dreams

So I'm switching gears today, mostly because I've been slightly more neurotic than normal for the past couple of days and I have to share it with someone. I think my roommate is immune to it anymore... he usually just smirks at my ramblings and keeps fixed on the TV. What a disappointing audience.

First of all, I'm going to share a conversation that I had with my mother yesterday, via Facebook. Maybe this will help shed some light on why I am the way I am. Or maybe it will just make you really glad you're not in my family, I'm not sure; though I happen to like my family.

My Facebook status: I have to get ready for work but all I really want to do is listen to Whitney Houston singing "I wanna dance with somebody" over and over and over. You know you're jealous that you didn't think of occupying your day that way.

My Momma: I thought I taught you to have better taste in music than that...

Me: Mother! Shame on you. This is a majestic song. I screamed it full blast in my car yesterday when it came on the radio, so there. Gonna disown me? Didn't think so.

My Momma: Daughter, shame on you. I taught you to have taste in music than that. Don't let dad hear you say this. It will break his heart.

Me: Your argument is invalid because you just repeated yourself. And added the part about dad. Dad, who like shitty movies and I pass no judgement there. My leg is now bleeding profusely.

My Momma: Your argument is invalid because your leg is bleeding profusely. Listening to Whitney Houston over and over can actually cause bodily harm and needs to come with a government health warning. 

Me: My leg is bleeding profusely because I acquired your nasty habit of wanting to pick every scab that forms on my body.

My Momma: If Whitney Houston makes you pick scabs, you definitely need to switch over to something else. 

Me: I was absent-mindedly picking a scab while reading something that made me want to listen to Whitney Houston. I wish I could dress up as her for Halloween...something tells me I couldn't exactly pull that off. 

My Momma: You're dressing up as a monster. It's close enough.

Me: GASP! Mother. Look at that hair. LOOK AT HER HAIR! It's beautiful.

My Momma: *facepalm** I have failed you as a mother. I'm so sorry, my child. 

*Yes, my mother does say 'facepalm', she also uses the term 'douchebag' though I generally advise her not to... not that that stops her anyway.

And let me just say, that yes, I really would like to dress up as Whitney Houston for Halloween... unfortunately, I'm so awkwardly white that it's something that shall only remain as a dream. Speaking of being awkwardly white, I love dancing at work - badly. But that Cuban music just gets me deep down inside and I can't control myself. It's made more entertaining by the fact that it drives our kitchen staff insane. Especially our kitchen manager; the same guy who made a deal with me that we'll get married if we're both single at 40. You always need a plan, guys.


Another thing that I've been noticing recently is how many straight up bros are always at the gym. The only girls I see there are mostly just all about the elliptical but I like to lift and these bros and their massive muscles are always up making me feel all tiny. Also, you'd think in this day and age that they would make protein drinks that don't feel like you're drinking that weird watery wet sand. And only in like 4 different flavors.

Anyway, that's all I have for today. I'll leave you with this, as it only seems fitting.
Happy Hump Day!!

Miss Georgia

Introducing the Pups Before They Kill Me in My Sleep

These dogs, I swear to you, are the hardest things to capture successfully on camera. They could give Sasquatch a run for his money. Above is the lady of the house, Miss Rosalyn. She's my favorite and she knows it... I know, I know. You're not supposed to pick favorites, but since they're technically my roommate's dogs, it's okay for me to have a favorite, right? Rosie always has to sit on me when it's most inconvenient. Any other time she couldn't give a rat's ass what I was doing, but as soon as I decide to get busy, there she is all up in my business. You can't get mad at her though - she's just too cute. And that's saying something because I'm a fan of massive dogs and think that Chihuahuas are only good for football practice. But these guys have grown on me. When they first came to live with us a couple of months ago, they hated me. I couldn't scratch my nose without them barking the place down. In their defense, I was staying at G.I. Joe's all the time so they had very few chances to get used to me. But we're buddies now - we even go on runs together around the park. They're the perfect size to pace me... yeah, I don't run that fast.

Now, I'm one of those people who will prepare a bake or casserole and call that good for a week's worth of dinner. Tonight was one such night that I was making such preparation and I kid you not, the pups had it in for me. Loki is bigger than Rosie, he's just freakishly gangly like an awkward teenager and the perfect height to trip you. So here I am at the kitchen sink rinsing off vegetables, washing dishes, etc, and what are the pups doing? Standing right behind me plotting my downfall - no joke. They were just waiting there quietly, patiently, perfectly still, until I step back and trip over them. Evil. After successfully catching myself the first time though, I had my eye on them. Gotta try harder than that to get rid of me! I swear they just want me out of the way so they can have my bedroom.

So today I drove over to Wamego and met with my theoretically-soon-to-be-adviser. This whole thing is becoming quite an ordeal and it's exhausting. Because I went to ISU for three years and have so many credit hours, I had to fill out this form about why I want to attend this community college when I've already got so much toward another degree under my belt. I had to explain (in a tiny little box) that I decided to change my major and wasn't sure what I wanted to do so I took time off and moved around and now that I know what I want to do, I wanted to get my associates degree there so that the transfer process to Oregon would be a much easier transition. And do you know why I had to do this? Because the government is now taking extra precautions to thwart people who just hang out and take their sweet time finishing school so that they can just live off financial aid. URGH! I need this. For my sanity, for my future, I need to get into this school and get my associates degree but all these lazy assholes are being a pain in my ass and making me jump through hoops! I don't want to rant too much, but seriously? Get a job. I have two... you can have one of mine. Then I have to go back next week and take a math placement test, which will suck. I hate math and it hates me. We're not friends. I get about half way through a class, realize I have no idea what's going on and start drawing pictures of Godzilla in my notes, but then it's time to study and Godzilla has no idea what's on the test and we get into a fight about how he never pays attention and that's when he starts smashing buildings and then I get angry phone calls from the Japanese government. Seriously, I should get him in some anger management classes. But hopefully, after I get this test out of the way, they will have finished processing all of my paperwork, decide that I'm worthy enough for financial aid, and I can finally enroll in some classes!

Anyway, that's plenty for tonight. I'll leave you with this song and this song for now, as well as this video to keep you going until next time.

Goodnight!
Miss Georgia

So Much I Don't Even Know Where to Start

It's been a pretty typical Monday, I think, though I did have the day off so that was really nice. It was a day of attempting to get some things done. I say attempting because I don't think I even got half the stuff marked off my to-do list. Oh well... some is better than none, right?

Best and myself at the airport
upon our most recent reuniting
after three years of not seeing
each other.

It started off as a pretty rough morning - I had some insane dreams last night! And when I say insane, I mean bat-shit crazy, though they won't sound that bad when I describe them...but they were! First I dream that there are some crazy evil demons coming to get me and I wake up trying not to fall back into that shit hole but then I start dreaming that I'm still awake and that the demons are in my room so then I don't know if I'm awake or asleep and it's just confusing and terrifying. Urgh. So then I finally fall back to sleep and I start dreaming that G.I. Joe knocks up this new girl he's doing whatever with, so he has her move into his parents with him and then comes to my house and is all like "I don't want this, I still love you" blah blah. And I'm all like "ha, screw you, too late now" and it was just an irritating dream. And then I'm standing in the middle of D.C. arguing with someone about taking the red line into Chinatown because I didn't want to drive around looking for parking. Weird. I have no idea what prompted any of these things. If anyone reading this knows anything about dream interpretation, please tell me wtf is going on here. I also have to recount my story about why I'm beginning to wonder if my house is haunted, which I was reminded of earlier this afternoon while I was talking to my best friend. (Enter shout out to my Best, who will probably read this in the near future - Hi Best!) The story goes something like this: I was home completely alone. My roommate and the dogs were all gone for the weekend and I was having my friends Andrea and Dave over for dinner. I just washed up some dishes and had gone into my bedroom to change before they arrived and I heard this weird crash so I go back into the kitchen to check it out and I see one of the wine glasses rolling around in the middle of the floor. Let me just say that this wine glass was in the dish rack in the middle of the counter. It's not like it was perched precariously on the edge of the counter or anything ballsy like that. It was in the rack in the middle of the counter. I have no explanation except that some invisible person shimmied up my balcony, came in the back door, threw it on the ground, and then ran away. The weird thing is that this glass didn't even break, and we all know that they're the easiest things in the world to smash. Unexplained mystery, I know.

Also, for some strange reason, I felt like the worst human being in the world because I smashed a spider with my windshield wipers today. It was a complete accident. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I always take the little guys outside and set them free. I thought this one was big enough to just be pushed off my windshield and be sent on his way, but no. I smashed his little body and smeared it all over my window. And I was sad and I felt like a jerk.

I don't think I'm ready to go to sleep yet, so... I'll probably post something else before I go to bed. I could just keep writing this post, but then we have another ridiculously long thing on our hands again and I don't want to do that to you.

Toodles!
Miss Georgia