Nothing to say really....

Well, I mean that isn't necessarily true. I always have things to say. Whether they are worth saying is a different thing entirely.

I'm currently sitting here at PASS answering phone calls, talking with the other receptionist and googling books. I'm a little reading starved. Last year at this time my mom suggested that I read a book a week. I thought it was a great goal and it lasted for almost two months! ( 8 books, encase your bad at math) I thought that was pretty good. but that was like a year ago. And when I'm in school I'm so weighed down by things I have to read that I rarely read for pleasure.

So maybe I'll head to the library later today, who knows. I started Whuthering Heights a couple weeks ago but didn't finish it before it was due. It must be good if it's Margret's favorite book from "The Proposal" right? Pathetic I know. That just shows you how cultured I am. Not very.

I am inspired easily though, and I have some great readers as friends. I'm doing a book study too, with some girl friends every other Monday night. So that gets me reading at least a chapter a week. I try and switch off from Non-fiction and fiction. Balance is good. I need more balance. My balance is really bad.

Well... I'm off to conquer whatever it is that needs conquering today!

And... She's Back!

Ok, so life has been insane! Thus, I have not blogged. Besides the fact that I got sick of blogging, and that I no longer stare at a computer screen 8 hours a day like I do during the school year.

I had such good intentions. *sigh*

I'm tiered though now and I have to get up early for work. So.... I guess this really isn't a post either. Don't know why I bothered.

Stay tuned... I may start blogging again... sometime.

Hasta!

*sigh* I'm behind

So I haven't written in forever! due to a lack of procrastination that come from having a break from school for the summer. Not only have I not finished posting about London, but I just got back from virgina and i leave for Guatemala in two weeks!

So much to post about that I might just skip it.

Off to soak in the sun... we just got a pool and my neiece and nephew are coming over. (and I'm tiered because I only got three hours of sleep last night. and my finger is broken and typing is frusterating. (thus the misspelled words and me not caring)

hasta la vista! 

London: Who came up with the term jet lag anyway?

Yes, the term jet lag is retarded, and frusterating when you only have a week in one of the most amazing cities in the world. I usually don't have much of a problem with it so I was surprised when I woke up sunday "morning" and realized I had slept right through our morning plans to go to St. Paul's cathedral and it was now at last noon. I sigh and took a shower, took my time getting ready ( I wanted to look fabulous, I mean I was in London!) and along with the rest of the family we headed out for our first day of exploring. We did end up at the cathedral, not for a service, but just to mosey around and see all it's grandure. It truely was amazing.

our first glimps

(photo by me)

view from across the street.

(photo by Heather)

and there's Paul himself standing under his cafe sign

(photo by heather)

Every cathedral needs a creepy, bird lady

Hm...

so much to write about! I realize that I go crazy when i don't have people around. I just got back from London and now, here I am going completely stir crazy in my house! I'm here for three days and I want to be busy and social and lively!

I've been job searching (not quite givin' it 100%) and working for my dad in the mean time. It drives me insane, I can never relax because there is always stuff to do. on top of that i've been doing laundry getting all my stuff unpacked since I moved back home and trying to organized my life.

I realized that i have a clothes crisis. Who knew you could have too much clothes? I've run out of drawer space and closet space ( I have two good size closets) It's a problem, and obsession and I still never have anything to wear! well, anyway my solution is Plato's Closet. I'm going there tomorrow and selling some of my cloths. After that, what they don't buy, I'm going to give to charity until I have a reasonable amount of the clothes I really like and wear on a regular basis. being the super pack rat that I am, this is a very hard task and I sort of feel like I'm cutting of my right arm.

*sigh* it's 12 somehting and I beter get to bed, big hopes for tomorrow! I'm starting to train for a half marathon benefiting Rawanda, I'm really excited, but that means I have to wake up early to run, then shower and then I'm going over to PASS for the morning, lovely day....

London: The adventure begins

I've learned so much since crossing the threshold out into this new world, it's amazing how educational trips like this really can be. 

Lesson #1: Sitting onto of luggage with rollers is not necessarily safe and may lead to the baggage swiftly falling out from under you. Needless to say, I severely damaged my tailbone. My mother, who is always sympathetic in these situations was laughing so hard that she spit out all the muffin she had in her mouth. about 5 minutes later she told me I had  muffin on my face. ewww!!!!

Lesson#2: Vacancy signs on the airplane lavatory in no way guarantee that there is nobody inside. I managed to slip out a "I'm very sorry sir" before the swiftly closed in my face. I was so glad that the other toilet opened up before he came out, I don't think I could have kept a straight face.

 Lesson#3: Crisis situations don't necessarily require panic. After arriving we were sitting down deciding what to eat when a very kind, polite hostess slowly walked  to our table with a big smile and said calmly in her charming British accent, "Excuse me, but I believe your menu is on fire." I glanced to my right and sure enough, my menu was directly over the centerpiece candle and was definitely on fire. My lack of observation has hit a new low. after I frantically put it out and apologized a million times she took the menu and laughing said, "don't worry, it happens all the time." Yeah right.

Lesson#4: Respect the voltage converter. Apparently if you don’t use one, your curling iron goes from 0-250 in 5.3 second. My poor lock of hair does not live to tell the tale. I hate the smell of burnt hair!

 Lesson#5: Cobble stone streets and high heels don't mix. The fall wasn't as bad as Heather's public announcement, "It's okay folks, SHE'S ALL RIGHT!"

Summer Time!

So, the semester is coming to a close, and so is my resolve and motivation. I'm so ready for this week to be over. Basically, I've mentally checked out. With one more paper to write, one more presentation, and one more final exam, I'm at the end of a marathon of a year. How did it go so fast?

It seems like it was just yesterday that it was September and I was moving in. But now instead of excitement and adrenalin, I have bags under my eyes and 24 hours of studying, cleaning and packing left to go.

*sigh,* It will be over soon.

Then I'm going to sleep on the plane, and I'm only going to eat salads and fruit cause I'm so sick of greasy caf food, and I'm going to drink coffee sitting on a cobblestone walkway watching the people pass by.

...and I will update this blog because writing relieves my stress.