It's Entirely Too Grey

I did some fantastic drawings for you, perfectly recounting the bizarre cast of characters I found myself sitting amongst in my writing class yesterday. I proudly presented them to Mom who gave me a satisfactory guffaw and then told me not "publish" them. While I agree that they are offensive, they are simply factual drawings. I can't help how people present themselves.

My point is, my writing class is filled with...eccentric characters. I simply had to make myself stop looking around as the laugher was burning in my stomach and dissipating into rippling waves of a nervous feeling that really put me on edge. One tardy girl swung the door open about 30 minutes into the class and stood proudly, hands on her hips, looking for an empty seat. Her entrance struck me as funny until my eyes panned from her black, spiky boots up to her wooka-wooka hair and I found myself unable to remain stoic and calm. I even noticed the most subtle flinch from my professor, who had his lips pressed together in a desperate attempt to remain professional. Later while talking about the importance of turning in papers on time one boy said, "What if like, I'm attacked by badgers on the way to class and it's totally not my fault?"

My professor is a nice guy with a really subtle sense of humor. It was lost on the texters, hair twirlers, and droolers in the class. And other than him forcing a public reading of things we've written, I'm not so opposed to his system. Look at me maturing. Such a studious child. I am however very much infuriated by my drawing class and simply have no response to painting. I have the same quack from last year. Same classroom. Same syllabus. Hopefully it won't be that same one-armed model.

Tis all the news for now. I don't have class Mondays or Fridays so I am off today on a mission...I'll keep you posted. Also, I really fought for a date night with Ellen tonight. It took my offering to pay to get her to agree. (Hmph!!) I've got to come up with something sensational. Sweep her off her feet...and then not call for three days.

Pleased to Meet Ya :02

Describe yourself in a single sentence.

     -I'm a loser waitress waiting to make the big time.

What's your biggest pet-peeve?

     -To-go orders

If you could have dinner with one person, dead or alive...

     -I don't really take an interest in other people

What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

     -Big time PR person

What profession would you not want to do?

     -Garbage person

If you could travel back and meet yourself as a high-school kid, what advice would you give yourself?

     -Don't be so dramatic

What would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?

     -Good job!

What do you love most about your family/home?

     -Theres never a dull moment.

One thing you've learned about yourself in the last year

     -I care way too much about money and the important thing is to be happy.

Her parents: Ellen is very generous with her money but is impulsive and easily impressed. She never washes her car, wears a onesie in the winter, and walks with purpose. Ellen most often responds to statements with "lo-ser" or "nerd alert". 

Boyfriend Chris: Elle is the sappiest person I've ever met and sometimes I think she should be a blonde.  She lacks patience but has lot of passion for what she does like. Most common Elle-phrase, "I hate work".

Laura: Stinky fun facts are that she always smells good and can't listen to a song all the way through. Her strangest habit is her compulsion to clean when she's upset. I know she's had a bad day if she's sweeping when I come home. Though sometimes I find her antagonistic, I'm jealous of her feistiness. 

An Arctic Stroll

You can't tell from the pictures but it sure was cold yesterday. Mops and I decided that we should better ourselves and exercise, so we went downtown for a stroll. Then we had pizza. But don't worry, it was thin crust. 

By the way, this is the greyest winter. Is it technically winter yet? Yesterday was one of what seems like four sunny days that I've witnessed since October. It's depressing. It's affecting my jovial disposition. Oh speaking of which, I've been doing my healthy gal exercises. Did you know you have muscles under all that fluff? What a pleasant surprise. I need to introduce you to the spritely Asian girl I've been dancing with on Youtube. She's a riot. But also a butt-kicker. I've been sore since November.

The next two days are all I have left before starting my final sentence. I applied to graduate (which seems like the stupidest thing) (What did you think I was there for?) and payed the $25 graduation fee (why??) and now I am waiting for my formal notice from the registrar which will undoubtedly inform me that I'm lacking an exorbitant amount of credits and cannot graduate for another year. You just wait. It's gonna happen. I already told you that my two month class has been changed into a five month class!  Boy that makes me mad. Really burns me up! 

As of the new year, I've got to begin my job searching. I simply can't afford to mooch off Dad for the few months that the farm is closed. Actually I can. And I will. But I miss working you see. Tis the only purpose I have during these harrowing academic semesters. I think I'd like to work for a florist. You know how I love flowers.

Yesterday Dad informed me that I did all of my holiday baking with his leftover fried chicken oil. Who puts it back in the bottle? Come on!!

I feel like I've got jumbled thoughts this morning. Perhaps I'll casually slip out...

Pleased to Meet Ya : 01

Describe yourself in one sentence
     -I'm an enigma.
What's your biggest pet peeve?
     -People who don't call me back.
If you could have dinner with someone...
     -The current president. Whoever that is at the time.
What job would you love to have?
    -Navy Seal
What profession would you not want to do?
     -Accounting
If you could travel back and visit yourself as a high-school kid, what advice would you give yourself?
     -Think about my future rather than going through life day by day
What would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?
     -You're in!
What do you love most about your family/home?
     -Comfort, warmth, fun
One thing you've learned about yourself in the last year...
     -I don't like being idle.

Ellen: He enjoys trying to embarrass me. He's a secret softy and a car enthusiast with no more funds for indulgence. This is the longest he's kept a car. I'm envious of his ability to think more in the present than in the future.                       
Laura: Dad has roughly 36 pairs of shorts, simply cannot put away his shoes, and insists he can think away pain. I'm jealous of his fearlessness and I love when he summons me with a, "Little nerd, little nerd! Where forth art thou little nerd?"
Nancy: Chris couldn't make it a day without a cheap shot. He has an aggressive personality but is a real softy when it comes to his girls. I'm envious of his get-up-and-go. Motivation. Our favorite Dad quote was unanimous. 

"Second place is first place for losers."

Day 1

Oh I've come up with a sensational way to entertain you people. I haven't worked out the kinks (or the details for that matter) but I'll get right on it. Right away Sir.

In NewYears news, a happy one to you. A fresh start. A clean slate. An unsullied pair of trousers. With false concern and some patronizing eyelash batting, Dad asked me what I learned this year. "Not much." I replied.  I've never been the type to reflect upon my personal growth. It doesn't occur to me to add up my accomplishments and failures and then make a organizational graph, charting areas to work on. I know better than this. But I did decide to floss more this year.

I've not got a whole lot for you. Perhaps it's my school related freedom but I've been slapped with an urge to be productive, resulting in much computer work. Also, whatever flu bug I had has now been passed back to Dad and potentially Ellen. We're a foul bunch.

We did however spread our germs for a family reunion of sorts. Enjoy this collection of white faces.