Tuesday Morning

One of my favorite personal pastimes is sitting on the floor writing in my notebook. Obviously I'm not writing in my journal now, but I am sitting on the floor. I've been in my bed all morning and I decided a change of pace would be nice. 
I woke up 45 mins before my alarm went off and it's only 9:07. It feels like it should be 12 by now! 

So far, this morning, I have managed to take goofy pictures of myself, decided to skip class ( its the last week before finals and we are watching a video..), get on facebook, get on pintrest, workout (shocking! I know! I found an easy ab workout on pintrest and since I was feeling lazy decided to give it a go.), and now here I am; sitting on the floor, putting my thoughts out there in cyberspace, oh and listening to George Strait (Don't judge me!). 


I know its been awhile, Thanksgiving has come and gone. I had a great break. The last couple of days, went by too fast though. Now that Thanksgiving is out of the way, we can focus on Christmas!!!!!! 
Ok, I'm not that excited.. 

It's hard to believe that this semester is basically over. All semester I've been waiting for this, and now that its here, I feel like it snuck up on me. However, the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. Yesterday I turned in my final research paper (for this semester). I know I'm speaking for a whole butt load of people when I say that I'll be glad when I get my gen ed credits out of the way and I can start on my Lit classes. After next semestre I should be able to start taking those. 

Now that I have bored you to tears... It's now 9:21. 
I almost feel motivated to clean or do something drastically productive. This is bad. Call the Preist! 

Facebook me, maybe?

Facebook is boring me. 
Wouldn't it be cool if super-heros (or other fictional characters of your choice) had Facebook's?


Just picture it: 


Captain America
I just saved the world with my shield and amazing looks. 




Or you know, something cool like that... Anything has to be better than duck faces, half naked hoes, and everybody and there momma making some kind of post about homosexuality. (I thought that ship has sailed, but obviously not.) 
I have twitter and, to me, you're less likely to lose 1000  brain cells in the first 5 minutes of indulging in social networking. 
Of course now there's instagram (which I don't have) and pintrest ( I have that!) AND stumbleupon (also have) to keep us occupied when we feel our brain cells oozing from FB. 


Social Networking sites have taken over the world. People are being warned now to be careful about what they put on there, esp FB, becaue employers are looking you up and if they see stuff they don't like- YOU ARE THE WEAKEST LINK. 


I don't have time to write more.. till the 'morrow! 

I saw this on Pintrest!

I ACTUALLY DID SOMETHING FROM PINTREST! 

"the way to a man's heart is through his stomach"

For Father's Day my little sister and I made this for my dad.

About half-way through making it I got discouraged, I thought maybe it was too childish. ( even though we are his children) But it got a better reaction than I was expecting, which was a huge relief. 

We made some mild changes to ours so it wasn't a complete copy-cat.. and because we couldn't find one of the candy bars in the store. I was not going a wild goose chase for a whatchamacallit. 

BEFORE

Here we have poster board( I got two pieces, just in case I messed up and practice writing it out first), $16 worth of candy, the computer for the how-to, glue sticks, and markers. Very easy supply list! 

AFTER

We made it portrait instead of landscape because my writing was funky. And if you notice the package of whoppers was the king size. Which was huge and added to the weight. With the poster board being so flimsy, I think it would work better with cardboard, something more sturdy.  

 

I like this project because it took about a half hour to actually get it all on there. And you can change the words around and use it for various events like Mother's Day, birthday.. etc. 

And plus everybody like candy! So its perfect for when you don't know what to get somebody.