there is a funny cat pic enclosed

Believe it or not there are times when I look in the mirror and I actually like the person staring back. 

There are times when its the end of the day and I'm reflecting, I actually smile and find a lot of things to be thankful for. 

This morning we woke and drove down to the beach to pick up the bridal party dresses for my sister's wedding. Thank God, the dresses fit everybody, however, some of the girls have to have them taken in. Which sounds good, but we have to have them taken in in the chest and depending on how you look at that... it could be seen as a bad thing. I can fit three times the amount of my actual chest in the dress as it stands now, so for me, it's a bit depressing. 

Any who...

At the beach, I can breathe in the salty ocean air and feel the anxiety that harbors in my chest start to fade away. If the circus doesn't work out, the beach is my next destination of choice. 

When I say the beach, unless I specify, I mean Myrtle Beach. And usually the water is dark and brown, but this trip the water was clear and that peaceful blue-green. 

And I just got distracted by something on tv and lost my whole train of thought on where I was going with this... 

The sun, the sand.. it was great. and this makes no since..

WAFFLES! 

better late than never?

so today classes started back! i feel smarter already. 
however.. it was hardly sailing smooth. 
as if waking up on monday at 7:30 A.M (which is really cutting it close, i should be getting up earlier) isn't bad enough, running late is. 
running late is pretty bad, but having a decent hair day makes up for that, right? you just plan to drive a little faster, right? ok, that's fine and dandy. BUT when you are running late with a decent hair day and you walk outside to find it raining.. that's when it gets bad. 
and of course it gets worse. i get to school 5 minutes late, only to find that i have to drive all around the world to find a parking spot. i finally found one in Egypt. being late is even worse than bad enough.. try being fat and running up a hill and a flight of stairs, now it's kinda terrible. 
so my kinda terrible morning is in full swing and i'm standing outside my first class, that i'm TEN MINUTES LATE to. i'm creeping in the window taking in the twenty five people who made in to class on time and the teacher going over the syllabi. having a heated debate with myself: to go in, or no to go in, that is the question. 
i bit the bullet and went in. a little tap tap on the door and every single head looked at me. the teacher didn't stop talking and of course the only empty chairs were in the back of the freaking classroom! 
"oooo the who-manity" (the grinch, anybody?) i'm glad i didn't eat breakfast because i probably would've thrown up all over the sour puss next to me. and she would have deserved it because when i sat down she acted as if the scum of the earth just kissed her. geez girl, get over it. i was late. i don't have the chicken pox. 


"you get smarter everyday" - Professor Danley 
i hope she's right ;) 

little ditty about emily and muffins! oh and the bathroom!

this morning has been a great morning. its mornings like this that convince me i won't turn into a basket case living alone. 

i woke up to the apartment empty ( except a note asking me to vacuum!).

after my morning piss ( we all have one!) i retreated to the living room. 

i turned my music on and did some dibiling on the computer and then i danced around my apartment like a.. well like a basket case. but it was fun! 

sometimes it worries me that i enjoy my time alone so much. when i think about it, most of my favorite activities only involve numero uno?

such as when i was coming home the other night i was jamming out to my ipod on shuffle and i went from listening to Breaking Benjamin to nsync. please don't ask me why nsync is on my ipod! they just are. any why  i was singing along and  i started doing all these different voices and answering the questions in the song with these ghetto answers. i was cracking myself up! i wish i would've recorded it. is that normal? probably not. 

but then again i never confessed to being normal. ( if i did i was tripping hard on something!) 

this is a sorta side note.. breakfast is basically my favorite food time. so this morning i seriously wanted muffins, so i made muffins. and not to brag but they are delicious!! 

i have to go take a shower. i desperately have to wash my hair. it crazy nasty. then i get to go to work! 

yesterday was pretty good ( did i already say that, or was i just thinking i said that)

my computer is excepted to be here by the end of the week! woot woot!