Week One!

It has begun.  I can not believe a year ago I sat at this computer and pledged to start my journey to nowhere, knowing that I wanted to be anywhere but where I was at that moment.  How fast a year goes.  Many things have changed for me in this past year, I have lost 15 pounds, I have learned to cook so many new things (thank you to the splendid creation that is Pinterest), I have loved every minute of my 30th year (ladies I am telling you....30...it only gets better from here), and I have started grad school.  If you would have told me 2 years ago...or even a year and a half ago that I would willingly be going back to school, and paying as much as I am to go back to school, I would have said you were bat-shit crazy.  While I enjoy learning I was never the best student, I have a raging case of procrastination (as I have mentioned multiple times), and the cost alone is enough to make a grown man cry.  I needed a change though, and short of me re-inventing the wheel, winning the lotto, or marrying my own Mr. Christian Grey, school was the only way this little Missy was going to change the path she was headed on.  So back to school I went.  Wow.  It's exciting, nerve wracking, scary, and thrilling all at the exact...same...time.  My first class, I felt like I was learning a new language, or learning how to walk again after a tragic accident.  Everything was familiar, taking notes, going through a syllabus, sharing ideas about the readings, but I felt like I was having to relearn how to process all of that.  Taking my first page of notes I found myself to have this creepy kind of mischievous grin on my face as those four emotions (and probably a few I forgot to mention) came at me at once.  This is going to be my life for the next year and a half.  Back to studying, reading assigned texts, papers, group projects, office hours with the professor, etc.  I am terrified of failing, eager to learn, and ready for this next step.


Here.  We.  Go.

It's the most wonderful time of the year....almost

Ok not even almost.  Yes we are still in August and every time I go outside the amount of sweat and pours from every crevice of my body makes me shudder to think about.  Eew to the max.  However it is never to early in my opinion to start thinking about the fall and all of the great fall-y-ness that comes with it.  Today I found myself looking at my calendar for the date of my annual Ugly Sweater Party.  I know it's not until December, but with how rocket-fast this summer has gone I strongly believe I need to start planning now.  Plus thinking about Christmas makes me all giddy, and smiley, and clappy and who doesn't want to see me happy?!  Last year I wore a traditional ugly sweater, found on the East Coast by MP, and it was hideous.  We're talking shoulder pad-hell-hideous, which in term made it glorious.  This year because Santa Barbara is a total suck-town at having a supply of ugly sweaters (or they think its cool to charge $50 dollars for grandmas Sears knitted nightmare) I am going to make my own.  I made my own the first year and it turned out pretty fancy if I do say so myself.  All sequins-y and gaudy and gloriously gross.  Oh the ugliness of the Christmas Season.  How I love thee.  I apologize if you find this post traumatic because you are still trying to hold on to the summer with an iron clad grip of death, but if you have known me for 10 seconds you probably feel this post is way over due.  I should have started thinking about this months ago.  Truth be told I did...but I was too embarrassed to share, and I feared the angry mob that would form as I dared to shorten the idea of heat, BBQs, and boob sweat.  Gross gross boob sweat.

Here's to thinking about Christmas my friends!!

Cheers!

God bless the USA.

For all of you that have known me for at least 15 seconds know I love wine and I love drinking it in mass quantities.  No sippin' and spittin' here folks.  So one of the last times I got hammer-towned with some of my bestest besties we were on our way down to Ventura to try on our bridesmaid dresses for my wine-soul-mate's wedding.  (p-to the-s friends, in 2 months I went from a hefty size 12 **cringe** to a size 8.  What is up bitches!?)  Anyway, as the occasion called for, we got swishy-swashy drunk and on the way home I was inspired to dance.  Shocking.  I danced and danced and sang horribly off key.  One of the songs I performed was an amazing sing-a-long to "Call me maybe" by Carly Rae Jepson, the official song of the summer.  In honor of that amazing memory and because I love doing silly things when I am soaked in wine I am posting this video of some amazing Marines doing a sing-along to the same wonderful song.  I love this video, I love the Marines, and I love wine, God bless the U-S-of A. 

Kitty kisses and hugs :)

Back to school

Well I did it.  I got into grad school. 

I am still in a bit of shock, and even as I write this I can feel a tingly feeling in my tummy along with a raging heat flooding my face.  You know when you set out to do something and you are all gung-ho about it but secretly in your deepest darkest thoughts you not only don't think you can do it...you kind of hope you can't?  That is how I felt about grad school.  I fought my inner most demon of procrastination...boy oh boy am I a procrastinator...and I applied and I actually got in.  Wow.  So now as the summer races by like a bullet train I realize that come fall time I will be a student once again.  I will say farewell to my 5:01pm glasses of wine, my ever full schedule of fun parties and dinners and girls nights, and I will say hello to studying, term papers, and no sleep.  Joy.  I know there is a huge pot of gold at the end of this rainbow of terror and I have to keep focused on that.  I am sure my hell-on-wheels prison of a job will keep me constantly reminded that I need to get the eff out of here.  No matter what the cost, bags under my eyes, no social life, and less boozy time it will all be worth it.  Right?  Riiight?  Bueller?  Oh dear.

getting a little closer....

After a few weeks of mind-numbing suspense I finally got an email today for an interview for grad school!!  Wahoo!  Yeeehhhaawww!!  Yippie kai yai yayyyyy!!  I am scared, excited, and nervous.  I will keep y'all posted on how it goes.  **for some reason I have turned country in this post**  My apologies.

...and now we wait...

Last 5pm Friday was the deadline for my grad school application, so naturally I waited until the day before to give the requirements a looky pooh to see what I needed to do.  There were your standard letters of recommendation, transcripts, resume, etc.  The biggest beast of them all was the admission essay (i.e. tell us why you think you are worthy to come to our amazing school).  Let me remind all of you that it has been many moons since I have sat down to write anything longer then these blog posts, let alone something that will be critiqued and analyzed and dare I say it....judged.  Gulp.  Just the act of opening Word to create this monster of an essay got my pulse raising.  I had to fill 5 pages with glowing, flowing, witty, and informative answers that gave the reader an insight into "who I am".  Excuse me whilst I barf.  I had to skate the fine line between selling myself and sounding like a pretentious bitch.  Let me tell you, that line is thin my friends, very thin.  So essay is typed (it is relatively smart and "grad-school-y") I rushed my application packed to the main office.  Nothing like sliding it under the door at 4:30pm.  Way to keep them on their toes eh!!?  So now with my application in their hot little hands we sit and we wait.  And we wait.  Nothing like waiting to make you sweat.  Eeeeew sweat.

too much fun=no writing

Ok so it has been forever and a day since I have written, and I deeply apologize but I have been having way too much fun.  My weeks have been packed with lots of super duper things and for some reason that translates into me not writing.  I don't know why, but I seem to be more inspired when I am mad or frustrated.  Hmmmmmm.  The biggest thing happening this week is me applying for grad school.  Yipes to the max people.  Once I apply (deadline is June 8th and we all know how this crazy cat lady loves to procrastinate) I will feel a lot better about consuming as much booze as I have been consuming recently.  Mmmmmm booze.  So for the meantime, because I have no idea what to write about and I am trying to save all of my wits for having to write my "I am so amazing and here is why:______ so please accept me into your school" essay I shall post my new song I am obsessed with.  Enjoy. 

Kitty kisses and loves :)