Beach day

March 16, 2009

Yesterday I had big plans to hit the library and spend 3-4 hours working on homework. Exciting, right?

But before then, I was walking around Largo Mall which is a big, open mall with my mom. We were shopping for shoes for Anisah’s wedding since I’m still trying to find some. And it was just a beautiful day. Sunny with not much wind, just your typical March day in Florida.

And Mom turns to me as we’re walking to Target and says, “This is a perfect beach day. I’d love to go to the beach.”

Which got me thinking: spend a few hours soaking up the sun at the beach or spend a few hours doing homework surrounded by strangers?

So we headed for the beach! The sad thing is, even though I live just 15-20 minutes away from the beach, Sunday was the first time I’d been since August 2007. Why do I not go to the beach more often? I mean, I’m not a fan of salt water or getting sand in interesting places. I don’t like to see my body in a bathing suit (and I really don’t like seeing girls who are much heavier than me wear bikini’s. Yuck.). But the beach is so relaxing and peaceful.

I mean, it’s a whole different world when you go to the beach. Nobody is rushing around, trying to do a million things at once. People stroll. They build sand castles. They throw footballs and Frisbees around. It’s a way to escape.

Not everything was peaceful as something is seriously up with the birds. They stole a potato chip right out of my mom’s hand and a sandwich out of another guy’s hand! I mean, literally just swooped in and snatched it! And then they just congregate around the beach, staring people down, daring them to open up a bag of chips. It’s scary, man!

Anyway, it was a nice escape. We made plans to go A LOT more often. It was exciting to be so spontaneous. I like it. It doesn’t happen very often but I think I need to be more spontaneous and put some adventure and excitement back into my life!

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Really, really good news

March 13, 2009

So today was The Day. My deadline for USF to receive my Spring tuition of $649. So I went online and tried to pay it but my school’s website is so confusing that I didn’t know what I was doing.

Luckily, I am at school as I was working on training for my job and hopped right over to the Cashier’s office where I was told I had $980 due.

Um, WHAT? No, no, no. I have $649.

So I guess my fall tuition that I have to pay now before I can register for classes, that is over $700, was factored into all of that. But I thought it would be much, much higher. I figured it to be close to $1,400.

So here’s what I think happened: Even though the meanie lady at the financial aid office told me I wasn’t received federal aid, I did. It shows on my transcript that they gave me $421 for this semester. So, in reality, I only had $228 due today. But they also added that $700 bill as well, bringing my total to that $980.

So I stupidly paid $649 because that’s what I thought I had to pay. And USF better not charge me late fees for not paying the entire thing because the only thing due today was tuition, not what I had left over from fall. I need to find that piece of mail and make sure there isn’t a due date on it but I’m almost positive there isn’t.

I thought I’d have to work my tailbone off and not take a class for Summer but I just might be able to. 🙂 I really hope so. I would like to graduate before I’m 30.

The good news is, it’s paid. And maybe, just maybe, USF will refund me the difference if I overpaid (but that’s doubtful. We are talking about USF after all). The bad news is, my beautiful check this week? It’s gone. I have no money. I’m back to being poor and dependent on my momma.

But next paycheck? 🙂 It’s going to be beautiful since I have an all-day training next Saturday which will be on that check. I’m already counting down the days.

Sick as a dog

March 10, 2009

Sunday, I got sick with the dreaded 24-hour flu.

I don’t remember the last time I have been that sick. The nearest I can remember is when I was in 5th grade and got the flu from my brother. My mom had all-day training for her job and I was stuck at home with my dad. He’s not the best nurse.

He actually asked me why I couldn’t make it to the bathroom and got sick in the trash can. Um, sorry, but cleaning up after your sick kids is what you signed up for when…you know…

I was so weak, I couldn’t even lay in bed and read. I didn’t even really sleep because I was never that comfortable. I just kinda laid around and dozed.

And it made me think of my grandma who went through over SIX MONTHS of feeling way worse than I did. She was diagnosed with Stage IV colon cancer in May and is now completely healed but there were many days where she didn’t even have the energy to get dressed.

After Sunday, I can totally see where she’s coming from. Then I had to go and get a RAGING headache later that night and we had no Advil in the house at all. I felt like a million tiny hammers were beating against my head. It was terrible.

Luckily, I woke up Monday feeling much, much better. The last thing I wanted to do is call in sick. Yesterday was my one-month anniversary! 🙂

Now, if I can go another 10 years without getting the flu, I’d be happy.

No doubt

March 7, 2009

This past week I had a heart-to-heart with my mom. Basically, we talked about my school and credit cards and how we’re going to pay my school back and get on track with my credit cards.

And we were just talking about how stupid the college system is in Florida and how she wishes she could pay for my tuition (which is a moot point. She can’t. Oh, well. Move on.). And then I told her, “I know, without a doubt, that I am going to be a published author. That’s what I was meant to do.”

It was kind of a defining moment for me. I don’t think I expected those words to come out of my mouth, really. But it’s so true.

See, I was the girl who used my Barbies and dolls to re-enact stories from childhood books or stories from my own head.

I was much happier perusing the school supplies section of Wal-Mart, searching for new notebooks and pens to write stories in.

A notebook was never far from my reach as I wrote plot after plot. I was much more interested in creating characters and plotlines than actual stories. It’s so fun to make a figment of your imagination come to life on paper.

Writing has been in my blood for as long as I can remember. I don’t daydream about Brad Pitt or George Clooney. I daydream about my stories.

And while my major is journalism and not creative writing, I think I’m sticking with it. Many journalists become fiction writers, after all. It gets your foot in the door and your name out there. And it’s fun.

I also have a great story idea that if I could just find time (and a computer!) to write, I know it’d be a winner. It’s a new concept but in that fun chick-lit way. But not the age-old girl-turns-30-finds-out-she’s-single-and-suddenly-has-3-men-after-her-who-does-she-choose type of way.

It’s gonna rock.

You don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone…

March 5, 2009

I don’t think I ever realized how dependent I was on my computer…until it was gone.

Sure. I knew the computer was big for me. It was my favorite piece of technology and I used it a lot.

But not having it? It really sucks, man. Particularly because I use it so much for school that when I do get a chance to swing by the library to use the computer, it’s usually because I need to do homework.

But do I actually do homework?

Not really.

I’d much rather catch up on my celebrity gossip and Facebook all day.

An average schedule:

Monday: I usually don’t get to a computer at all on Mondays. I have class from 9:30-10:45 and then work at 12. I need to eat lunch in between then and it’s too much of an issue for parking to get to the school library before class to get on a computer. So, generally, I don’t see a computer at all on Mondays.

Tuesday: No class so I get to the library when it opens at 9 a.m. to work for about an hour. By work, I mean catch up on celebrity gossip and Facebook. Then I have to go home, eat lunch, get ready for work, and then I’m at work until after 6.

Wednesday: See Monday.

Thursday: See Tuesday.

Friday: This is my “off day” I guess. I don’t get to a computer and just kinda relax at home with the doggy until I need to get ready for work.

Saturday: Up early and at the library at 9 a.m. where I put in about 4 hours. This is the day where I actually do do my homework. I get a lot done on Saturdays, actually.

Sunday: The library opens at 1 p.m. and I’m there for about 2-3 hours on Sunday, getting homework complete and the like. I also get a lot done on Sunday.

But it’s still really hard not having a computer. I hate it. I have $649 due for tuition next Friday and Anisah’s wedding is at the end of this month so I still need to get my shoes, alterations, and my hair done (!). Blegh. Mom and I have been talking with my brother about computers at his work. We’re probably going to have to bite the bullet and do the whole rent-to-own concept.

This post is going nowhere…so I’m just going to stop now. Kiss your computers for me!

It was inevitable

February 24, 2009

Yesterday, I told a coworker of mine that I thought I was getting a sore throat last week but it went away.

And lo and behold, what decides to come back later that day? You’ve got it. A sore throat. And it brought it’s friend, Stuffy Nose, with him. Blegh.

I knew it was inevitable. Preschools are notorious for germs and even though I wash my hands religiously, I guess my immune system hasn’t built itself up yet.

When I started working at my old preschool, I got sick within the first week and even though I worked there for 10 months, I was out of daycare for almost a year so I guess my immune system got bad again. My mom, who worked in daycare for 17 years before leaving, can’t even remember the last time she had a sore throat (besides this time now, I had one in September), a cold (December 2007 for about SIX WEEKS! I was convinced I had bronchitis), or a stuffed nose (I have one now, and I had one in September). Lucky duck.

Needless to say, all I want right now is some vanilla bean ice cream. Mmm.

Save yo drama for yo momma

February 21, 2009

So Friday, February 13th, I “officially” started my new job. I had gone for assessments on Monday and Tuesday for 3 hours each and orientation on Wednesday and Thursday at their headquarters.

So this past week was my first full week. And I just have to say I. . .


I love it, love it, love it. I really, really hope I don’t look back at this post in 3 months and shake my head at my stupidity. 😉

The job is great. I’m usually hanging out with scrumptious babies or energetic toddlers. And they are all so cute and so adorable and so much fun! I have a blast.

But the drama? Oh. My. God. It’s just insane.

Here’s the run-down (using popular celebrity baby’s names! Booya!)

  • Suri doesn’t like Harlow. Harlow doesn’t like Suri. They had a blow-up sometime before I started and wowza, the tension between the two is amazing.
  • Since Harlow doesn’t like Suri, neither does Violet. Harlow and Violet are tight, yo.
  • And then there’s Shiloh. Well, Suri doesn’t like Shiloh for some reason. I don’t know why. But Violet and Honor love Shiloh. Shiloh is so nice to them and even brings them breakfast in the morning!
  • And Violet and Honor also don’t really like Stella because of the way she runs her classroom (personally, I don’t see anything wrong with it).

I think that’s the run-down. Got all that? Man. It’s just insane. Drama, drama, drama. And here I thought I left high school! All I know is this: I like everyone. I made a mistake at my former job getting involved in the drama and telling people when other people said things about them (not my brightest moment, I know) and not liking other people because of what people said about them. But I’m not doing that here. Until you do something against me or I see you do something stupid with the kids, I’m fine with you. We’re pals, buddies, the whole she-bang. And I’m not getting involved in your drama. Save it for yo momma, ‘kay?

In other news, still no computer. Blegh. I had a dream that my old one started working but in my dream I knew I was having a dream about it. How weird is that? But I get paid on Friday so I’m probably going to head on over to Aaron’s next Saturday and get my brother to sell me a computer. I guess. I need one. The sad news is that I had tons and tons of documents saved and even 2 scholarship essays saved that I didn’t back up so those are all probably lost.

So sad.

Anyway, today is Anisah’s bridal shower so I must quickly get all my work done here so I can get ready and celebrate! 🙂


February 18, 2009

So, about a week ago, I heard the new Bebo Norman song “Britney.” And it so struck a chord with me. Here are the lyrics:

Britney, I’m sorry for the lies we told
We took you into our arms and then left you cold
Britney, I’m sorry for this cruel, cruel world
We sell the beauty but destroy the girl
Britney, I’m sorry for your broken heart
We stood aside and watched you fall apart
I’m sorry we told you fame would fill you up
And money moves the man so drink the cup

I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
You never see it coming back
I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
But I can see it coming back for you
Yes, coming back for you

Britney, I’m sorry for the stones we throw
We tear you down just so we can watch the show
Britney, I’m sorry for the words we say
We point the finger as you fall from grace

I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
You never see it coming back
And I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
But I can see it coming back for you

Yeah, it’s coming back for you
Yeah, it’s coming back for you
Yeah, it’s coming back for you, yeah

Britney, I do believe that love has come
Here for the broken
Here for the ones like us

I can’t say the chorus is all that amazing but I think the apologies are. And I have been a Britney basher. I never got into the craze (guess I was more of a Christina?) but she was this amazing performer who fell in love, had a baby, and realized that it’s not as easy as it looks. Marriage is hard, motherhood is hard. It’s not all rainbows and butterflies, ya know?

But she’s the celebrity I used to pray for so fervently. She is just so broken and used and helpless. Obviously, she does have her own set of problems and, yeah, she may be making a comeback but I still think she has a long way to go.

The weird thing is, I had been reading this article in a magazine about Britney and how Kevin and his new girlfriend (who looks remarkably like Britney. . .) took the boys to see snow for the first time. And Britney has to see these images of Kevin’s girlfriend holding her son as he sleeps and experiencing snow. Frankly, I think it was classless for Kevin to do that and not include Britney.

Anyway, it’s a great song. I cried (while driving, not the smartest thing to do) the second time I heard the song because I would love to see Britney fall into the arms of Jesus and let Him restore her.

The Bay – A brand-new reality series

February 14, 2009

I’m thinking of approaching MTV or FOX or some channel for a reality TV series. Because my life would make an excellent show. Honestly. There’s never a dull moment.

Let’s recap the past 2 1/2 days:

-I go to my orientation at the main office which I’m almost late to but make it right on time.

-Afterwards, I have some time to kill so I head to Panera to get some free WiFi and a delicious Icy Mocha. And for the past few weeks, the cord on our ready-for-the-nursing-home laptop hasn’t been working. We’ll plug it in but it acts like it’s working on battery power. And since this laptop is, oh, about 5 years old, it’s battery lasts about 5 minutes before it dies. So we have to jimmy the cord and blow on the socket to get it to go to cord power. So, I’m at Panera and can I do my gymnastics to get it working there? No. I can’t. So I’m trying to finish writing an article for my class that’s due at midnight and luckily, I was able to e-mail the story to myself before it died. And it’s been dead ever since. We need a new cord.

-Go to Mark’s apartment later that night, finish the story and send it off into cyberspace, play with my freaking delicious nephew for a while, watch American Idol (find out it’s TWO hours, not ONE and miss about 20 minutes, and in those 20 minutes they happened to mention the best friends and I guess the widower made it but the other didn’t? GAY!), and go home.

-Mention to my mother, “Say, do you know where my social security card is?” Spend the hour after AI tearing apart my room looking for the card and, yeah, my social security card IS MISSING! Although, nobody would want to steal my identity. I have $20,000 in school loans and another $3,000 in credit card bills and no stocks or any of that crap to my name. Good luck! Cry, whine, shut down. My usual thing. Mom gives me my birth certificate, saying they might take that. I say they won’t.

-Go to “intake” where I sign my life away for this job and the sweet H.R. lady says the 11 most precious words in the English language (at least on that day): Do you have your social security card or your birth certificate? And suddenly a halo appears around her head and a choir of angels begin singing, “Hallelujah!”

-All my problems solved, I continue signing my life away, find out I’m making the most I’ve ever made at this job, and have a quarter-tank of gas left to go to the other side of town to be fingerprinted and take a drug test (ewie!) and then back to the other side of town to give them the paperwork, then back to the other side of town to go home. And as I’m driving right out of my complex to pick Mom up from work, our gas light comes on. I have about a buck in my bank account, Mom has a little over so she transfers money so now I’ve got TWO DOLLARS AND NINETY-NINE CENTS to buy gas with. I manage to get to our nearest gas station (which actually isn’t so near. . .) and fill ‘er up. One and a half gallons. Woohoo! Gets us back to a quarter tank of gas – which can get us pretty far.

-Get some mail, saying since I stopped attending classes on October 29th, 2008, I owe USF over $700 and can’t register for classes until then. Yippee! I only need about $1,400 to pay stupid USF. Don’t they make enough money?

-Yesterday, go to Hell-Mart to buy a plug, find out, buy it, find out it’s not a LAPTOP PLUG! Um, we obviously don’t know how to read directions. So now we’re back to square one.

And that’s not the worst of it! The worst of it is that I actually started WRITING MY STORY that I’m going to get published and make millions with and left it at the hair salon! BLEGH! It was freakin’ awesome, too.

Anyway, so I had to wake up early to go to the library, where I am now. I took a test for my class (made an A!), e-mailed some people for my next stupid article, and caught up with my Celebrity Baby Blog (I haven’t read it for FOUR days! Do you know how much can happen in the baby world in four days? I’ll tell you: Kevin Costner’s wife had her baby and Mira Sorvino announced she’s preggers again AND Foo Fighter’s Dave Grohl announced they were expecting a girl!).

Anyway, Happy Valentine’s Day! Mom and I bought some cheap-o chocolate at Hell-Mart and it was disgusting. If I wasn’t so addicted to chocolate, I’d never eat it again.

I’ve been tagged! (Do I get a sticker for this?)

February 11, 2009
So, um, I’ve been tagged! How cool is that? I’ve never been tagged and I’ve been blogging for a really long time. So, right now, I’m going to bask in being tagged for a while. . .

OK. Done. I did a little happy dance around the room and now have to get down to business. I got tagged by the fabulous Shalay at Writefully Yours. Her blog is ahhhhh-mazing! You should check her out. You’ll love her.

So here are the rules:

1) Post a picture of whatever bag you are carrying as of late. No, you cannot go up to your closet and pull out that cute little purse you used back before you had kids. I want to know what you carried today or the last time you left the house. No cheating!

2) I want to know how much it cost:) And this is not to judge. This is for entertainment purposes only. So spill it. And if there is a story to go along with how you obtained it, I’d love to hear it.

3) Tag some chicks. And link back to this post so people know why the heck you’re showing everyone your bag.

All right, so my bag. I’m not a purse girl. Or a shoe girl. Or a clothes girl. Or a make-up girl. Honestly, I’d love to be any one of those things but I never have any money. But maybe one day, I’ll become a purse girl. But not right now.

ANYWAY! Here is my bag that I’ve been using since I got it in December…


That’s the picture from the Payless website, where I got the purse. The red is actually a lot darker. Hm.

I had decided that I wanted a new purse for my birthday. And since I’m not really a purse girl and I couldn’t find anything I liked at Target, I decided to try Payless and found this bag. I liked it, it liked me, so Mom bought it for me. The purse was on sale, 8 bucks baby.

I am one savvy shopper. You may bow.

So, um, I don’t have many blogging friends. Blegh. This feels like high school all over again. I’ll just tag 2 people:

Anisah at Acoustic Beauty
Nanny at The (Online) Nanny College Girl Diaries