Cockroaches Keep Me on a Diet

So yesterday I went on and on about my hatred for cockroaches. I am not really sure where this irrational fear came from. I used to love bugs. I was such a tomboy as a child. I collected rolly pollies and crickets. I remember in fourth grade we had a African Hissing Cockroach as a class pet. I also had an awful teacher in fourth grade so maybe I associate them with authoritarian teaching styles. That in itself is scary.

I really wasn't planning on writing a blog today but I found a dead one in my kitchen and I couldn't stay in there knowing it existed at one point. So I ran off to the library to kill time before going to work tonight. At this point I am really hating living alone. Honestly I think I would do really well on my own, if it wasn't for bugs. Bugs make me dependent on anyone who isn't as lame as I am.

I don't know how I am going to go to sleep at night knowing they are crawling in the walls of my house.

Today I watched Freedom Writers. I love movies like that. It always inspires me to become an amazing teacher. I don't know if I want to be so involved it hurts my relationship at home. Don't get me wrong, I think what she did was very noble and inspiring but there has to be a line drawn to protect the relationships at home. On the other hand I think Dempsy's character should have been more understanding. Obviously the first years for a teacher are going to be time consuming. That should be part of the wedding vows when teachers are getting married. "I promise to love, honor, and cherish you for better and for worse, and to stick with you even if you are going crazy from teaching."

Roachapolas and Dreaming of Painting

Good news! I finally got a follower!

I am not really sure when I last updated this thing. Obviously I could look it up but that is a little bit too much work.

About a month ago I have moved. I actually live in a house now and I love it; although, I heard rumors that I have such a nice house roaches want to crash my pad. I have not seen any live ones and I am fine with that. I can live with the ignorant ideas that bugs just show up already dead in my house.

I don't think I ever shared with the WWW (world wide web) about the roachapolypse of 2011. I was at my boyfriend's house helping him study for a music history test he had in the morning. Well I was helping Aaron study and he gets this look on his face. The look of there-is-a-cockroach-in-my-room-but-I-don't-want-to-tell-Chelsea-because-she-will-freak-out look. I didn't even bother checking to see if I knew him well enough. I just said "I need to leave don't I?"

So I went into the living room where Aaron's cousin/ roommate was watching TV and I just mumbled "cockroach." Aaron came out and said it was safe so I went back in. Not even one minute later there was another one! So he took care of it and I went back in and then there was another one! At this point, I had gotten myself so worked up that I was shaking, crying, and laughing because I was shaking and crying. I was freaking everyone out because I started hyperventilating and said I wanted to go home but I was too afraid to drive home myself because I thought they would be in the car....

I am absolutely uselss when it comes to bugs.

I really do like my house. I live with three other girls. Well, right now I am the only one living there but the short amount of time they were home has been fun!

Lately all I have been doing is work and school. Yesterday and today I wasn't scheduled for work so I spent the whole day channel surfing. My computer doesn't get internet for whatever reason so I have become one with my couch.

Because my boyfriend is a camp counselor at an orchestra camp and all my roommates are away, I have been watching a marathon of Lifetime movies and HGTV for the past few days. I needed to get out of the house for a little bit. At one point I was channel surfing and I ended up on some Catholic channel that had a cartoon on. The cartoon priest was saying that if you pray for the people in purgatory they will be your friend??

Because I live within walking distance of HSU, I have walked to the library so I could catch up on my blog/ do something else besides make fun of Catholic cartoons by myself.

I have one more week of summer 1 left. It has been so much fun. It is set up like a reading camp in the morning and life-skills in the afternoon. My class is in the mornings because this is for my Reading Practicum class. We get set up with one student and we assess them and then come up with lessons to teach them skills they can apply to their reading. I had a really sweet student but he left a week early so now I am observing someone else's tutoring session.

So I am actually getting a summer after all. I haven't really had one since high school.

::Insert blog title here that makes people yearn to read it so I can get attention::

Right now I am at my parents house. It sucks though because the amount of friends that are home when I am home decreases with each year.

So here I am listening to He and She, on my parents computer. I didn't bother bringing my laptop because like most Seniors in college, all my technology is becoming obsolete.

1) I went to RRCA graduation yesterday. A flood of memories came over me as I remember being in their spot. I had no idea what to except but I was determined to not screw up completely whatever happened. I feel like I am in that same boat again because in 1 year I will be a "grown-up." Meaning I will be cut-off from my parents.

2) What will I do after graduation? Well obviously I will try my darndest to get a teaching position. P.S. No one is allowed to say Goood Luck sarcastically or I will throw cows at you. Plan B, get a full time job (please not retail, please not retail!) Why is college going by so quickly??

3) I have been doing Jillian Michaels Thirty Day Shred. I am on day six and I am just now managing to not walk like an old grandma. Seriously crazy for the legs.

Let Me Enjoy My Complaining! (AKA Don't be a Penelope)

I had another blog I had just written; however, I deleted it. Honestly, it was just talking about my whirlwind of a semester. No one wants to read that. Mainly because it is boring. Second, anyone who reads this will be like "You think YOU are busy? Let me tell you about MY ridiculous schedule!" Seriously, anytime I tell someone something, or complain to someone about something, they have to one up me. It makes complaining not so enjoyable.

Really, conversations are nothing more than competitions among people. Anytime someone is talking, most people are just thinking about something clever they are going to say rather than really listen the other person, or wondering if the other person noticed their cleverness, or wondering what the person really thought about the last comment you said.

Here is an example of what I am talking about:





Basically what I am trying to say is check yo'self. Actually, quit checking yo'self. That is what our problem is. We are selfish. We care too much about ourselves and not about each other. Let us truly be listening to what the other person says.

3 step program for those "Penelopes"
1. Be quick listen
2. Be slow to speak
3. Think about whether or not the next thing you are saying is bragging.

Slow Down or Die

This year I thought about doing some sort of blog challenge. My search for such challenges ended up as a complete fail, apparently no such challenge exists... So I considered doing a photo a day; I discovered that my camera is broken. Apparently the back of my car is not a safe place for technology. Actually any technology is not safe in my hands, my computer is shaking in fear as we speak.

Todays post is going to feature funnysign.com. I'm going to let them speak for themselves.

Julie and Julia

Okay, so the idea is definitely stolen from the movie Julie and Julia. If you haven't seen it, watch it. Even if you are a guy, grab a girl to watch it with you if your "man-card" must be protected. It is very clever and I found it inspirational. Maybe I am really deciding to do this challenge because my mother has the Food network up.

Next semester, when I am back into the swing of things, I am going to try to cook something different everyday. Of course I can already think of things that will get in the way of this challenge (D-now).

I really want to become a better cook. I mean, I know my way around a kitchen and I can follow a recipe. I just want to try to cook new things. Right now I am trying to see if I can find a "365 day cooking challenge" and just check off the list.

I'm blogging this because knowing me, I'll change my mind about wanting to do this (hello laziness). I really do like cooking but I also get exhausted by the end of the day and just eat popcorn (or make the boyfriend by me fast food). Also I want to try to get away from eating fast food; it is not helping my fight of keeping my girlish figure.

Maybe I will blog about my adventures in the kitchen, not the extent of Julie, but maybe once a week.

Maybe I won't do this challenge... although, I'd hate to make this entry a waste.

Any ideas, recipes, encouragement, flowers, would be great! :)

Self stirring mugs and bacon pillows...these are a few of my favorite things.

Usually, in my blogs I talk about what is going on in my life; however, my life is involving projects and finals. I just don't want to think about it right now. Solution: examine bazaar possible gifts my loved ones might receive if I become loopy enough from lack of sleep+ energy drink consumption.

 

Okay, I actually find this one useful. A self stirring mug! 

First of all, there seems to be this fad of being obsessed with zombies. While I normally try to stay away from anything that says "band wagon" on it, I decided that this was too weird to not share.

That's right, folks. We are even providing mints for those that will eat us. Or perhaps this is a prevention tactic some are using. If someone who is of the undead is telling you they are craving brains, just whip this sucker out and you will live another day.

 

Don't want to leave the vampire lovers out. That's right folks, pass on your creepy obsession to your babies.

  

I might get this for my boyfriend. He made a power-point of bacon when he was in seventh grade. Listen, I appreciate bacon as much as the next guy, but I don't think I am comfortable enough to start cuddling with a pillow version. I am just not ready for that commitment yet. Oh, in case you were wondering, this jewel costs $20.

You can't have bacon without eggs...or...egg

Sally: Hey Harry?

Harry: Yes Sally? 

Sally: What should I get my friend Bob for Christmas?

Harry: Well, Sally what is he like?

Sally: Well, Harry. He misses his childhood, has a sense of adventure, gets cold easily but hates it when he can't use his hands!

Harry: Sally, I have just the solution for you.... listen to me carefully.... Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Snuggies! 

Jewelry

I had to create a whole section for these lovelies...

Here is something for that special someone who is into ghetto-fabulous things.

Have a friend who is constantly complaining about their lack of 'fierceness?' Slap these babies on them and no one will be able to compete. Nothing says 'friendship' like ridiculous jewelry.

Here is a gift for a friend that loves tea way too much.

This puts a whole new meaning to 'saving your food.'

So folks, there you have it.  Why settle for something boring like books or movies, when you can show that you love your family through trashy jewelry and food-obsessed pillows? If you truly love your family, don't you think you should start thinking out of the box?