Advice I Won't Follow

So, I have my laptop back (once again) and I thought I'd try to start doing my daily writing. I call this: Tips for Tuesday.

Tips For Tuesday: If your phone is on the verge of dying Monday night, plug it in before you go to bed that way you don't miss your alarm for Tuesday morning. This doesn't just apply to Monday nights. Feel free to use this tip any day of the week!

Last night (Monday) I was thinking, "Hey, maybe I'll go to bed early...yeah...I'll do that. Oh, then I won't be so tired for class Tuesday morning." Unfortunately, I forgot to plug my phone in and I use it as an alarm. When Tuesday morning came around my phone was dead and I was late for class. Live and learn my friends. Live and learn.

Why I Will Always Get The Interview

Destiny
Cumming, IA * 515-555-5155

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Qualification Summary

• Very flexible and can fill any holes in order to satisfy needs
• Ability to endure rigorous repetition until the spots been hit
• Proficient with many different tools and can move hands very quickly while operating
  
• Orally gifted
  

Education
Cannabis College 2009
Major: Massage Therapist
Minor: Human Anatomy and Chemistry

Experience
Crave - Server October 2007-Present

• Ability to satisfy several clients at the same time
• Can accurately judge speed of service to maximize satisfaction
• Has handled up to thirty clients at once
• Not afraid to get dirty, but always makes sure things are clean
• Proficient in managing accounts
• Can multitask, while prioritizing areas that need more attention

Math Teacher- May 2007-August 2007

• Ability to control up to twenty at once or provide one-on-one care
  
• Very flexible and can handle any special needs
• Made sure that everyday was new and exciting
• Disciplined naughty students when needed

Gymnastics Coach - August 2002- July 2006

• Taught new positions and skills
  
• Nursed clients to help them break personal records and fulfill dreams
• Worked clients until they were sweaty and tired, but feeling amazing
• Helped clients reach their peak performance

My 10 Favorite Digits

Mondays are typically the days people dread, so I've started much obliged Mondays. It's time to say thanks for what makes life so fabulous!

I'd like to extend a big thank you out to my fingers. They are making it possible for me to type this and for so many other things. I really don't appreciate them enough, but they do so much for me. Man, I love them. I'm not even being sarcastic...It may seem kind of silly, but it's so true. My fingers haven't been broken (yet) and they function wonderfully. Gripping, pointing, pressing, feeling...they are just so amazing. I think everyone should take a second or two out of their day and really appreciate fingers, assuming they have 'em.

Fingers, keep doing your thing. You rock.

Feeling Sober

To sum in one word how I felt towards the end of vacation and when I got home would have to be...unhealthy. It might have something to do with the amount of food we were eating, the liquor I was ingesting, and the fact that real physical activity was limited. It was not a good feeling. So, I decided to take a break from life when I got back and it has been nice. For the past week I haven't drank alcohol/minimal caffeine and I've been working out. I've managed to clean my room (quite the feat) and hopefully get another job. I've worked and volunteered. It's really been nice to just take a little bit of time and slow down. Once school starts, I might get hectic. I'll probably start doing my whole, I don't like to sleep bit and might sacrifice a little bit of me time in order to make room for everything else, but until then, I'm going to enjoy this. Three days off in a row with virtually no plans is crazy to me!

I do have one worry...I turn 21 in less than a month and if for some reason I decide to keep on this whole I'm not gonna drink and try to keep my body healthy deal, then my birthday might hit me hard. Ehhh, I'll make it I suppose.

There isn't too much to this, except for the fact that I've been sober and it's been a good break.

When Compliments Turn Creepy

Okay, so it's been established that anytime a guy says some line I'm like, "uncalled for" or "inappropriate"...but I've been working on the compliment aspect. If someone says I look nice, say thank you, smile and accept it. There is a line though. This is what I'm talking about...

Today I go to the library to work on a few things and enjoy the quietness that the 'brary can offer one. It's a lovely day outside, so I opt to wear a summer dress. Nothing worthy of a scandal. It covers appropriately. I'm getting done what I need to, which includes printing off a piece of paper. As I make my way to the printer, I see a guy who I had class with so naturally I stop and say hey and ask how his summer has been and what he's doing for the semester and what not. He then tells me that I look really nice in my summer dress and I say Thank you. "No, I mean really nice"...me: "Well, thank you." Now, I'm just throwing this out there, but the guy is in his 40's and has a daughter my age and not that age matters too much or anything, but let's keep it in perspective...actually, regardless of age, what happens next is just not appropriate...so he tells me he's been working on music and that I should check it out sometime and I'm like sure...and then he brings it back to my dress... "I mean you look hot in your dress. I'd like to get me some of that." After that line, he acknowledges that he is indeed being creepy. I neither deny or affirm just look slightly shocked.

To end this, I'm not saying I don't like compliments. Saying I look nice today will make my day. Everyone likes hearing a compliment, but I don't want things to get out of hand. Even if you would want to rip their clothes off right there, maybe keep that to yourself or pencil it down in your diary, but don't voice it. I just thought I'd write about this to give people an idea of what I mean when I think compliments turn creepy.

A Time To Say Goodbye

The final day was an interesting day internally. One of those bittersweet types. I was happy to be with everyone and just feeling everything so much more, but sad that it had to be the end of our journey. Our final meal was at a Greek place...mmmm. Similar to the meal that started our adventure. Great food. The day wasn't too complex...drive to pick up Jonathon, eat food, drive to the airport...the only hard part was the final moment. Giving the hugs and saying goodbye was really sad. For a moment, while I was printing off the airline ticket, I thought I might shed a tear or two. In fact, writing this is making me a little sad all over again. Only sad that I couldn't see more of the states. Not to say that I won't miss them, but I know I'll see them again. Also, I know it's kind of cliche to say how life changing these type of trips are, but they are. I've seen more, experienced more. I feel like I can be more spontaneous and not so tied down. Goodbye was hard, but it wasn't goodbye for ever, just the moment. I hope they have a fabulous time on the rest of the adventure and I look forward to seeing them in October.

Arizona, You Play With My Emotions

We first drove to Flagstaff after the Grand Canyon because Auren's friend Jason was willing to deal with our shenanigans for a few nights. the first day was spent with us showering and being bums. Ah, the life. I was able to take a pseudo-nap on a comfortable couch, but really my nap turned self-conscious. Auren was sitting at the end of the couch and I managed to kick my leg while sleeping, so I pretty much just kicked him viciously. Oops. Our only activity for the day involved us going to a local restaurant called Diablo's burgers. Amazing. I feel like my trip was defined by food, but what can I say? I love food. Back to burgers, these were so good! It was difficult to choose which one to get. In fact, so difficult that Auren got two. I can't recall what I had, but I do remember the boys. Jonathon munched on a pesto one, while Auren took Jason' recommendation and got the one with beets, _____, and bleu cheese. Both were yummy-yum-yum. Mine had something to do with green peppers. Okay, really good burgers, you get it. That night we enjoyed some 3 Olives cherry before the bar and then went to a place called The Wine Loft. We met up with some of Jason's friends...all were super cool and friendly. What a welcoming crowd. To end our evening at the bar, we played Taboo. Hilarity ensued. The guys were using logic with the game, while the females (I think more so J and myself) did the inside joke approach. We had great lines such as, but not limited to: "I like to pretend I'm him when I'm in the pool and flip my hair back" "BENJAMIN FRANKLIN!" and "he's tall and you'd probably do him" "KOBE BRYANT!" The last one had never been discussed before...now that's some other level shit. Another fun facet of the game was that the other two lovely ladies we were playing with would communicate in spanish, occassionally translating and we would piece this together and guess and sometimes be right. This dynamite combination helped the girls win and dominate the manly men. Then it was goodnight time.

The next day was Sedona day. We journeyed south and found ourselves surrounded by red rocks and energy. We stopped at Airport Mesa and climbed onto the rock that is suppose to be a vortex. Now I know some of you will say you can't feel the energy, but i swear all of us did. To me, it felt like the after effects of a mild shock with the way my fingers and hands tingled after being around some of the rocks. Others felt a deep pulse that was calm, while still being very alive. We hiked around this rock and allowed ourselves to meditate in nature before moving onto Chapel Hill. This was suppose to be a place of energy as well, but a feminine kind. Unfortunately, we never made it too close to the rock due to our childlike ways of distraction. This came in the form of a rope swing into a creek. Who could resist? Janssen and I stripped ourselves of shirts and Tarzan'd our way in. We also persuaded another girl to do the same. Very fun. It was all platonic. Auren and Jonathon eventually found their way to us and joined in the festivities. Seeing the creek and just jumping in regardless of appropriate attire made it all the better. Spontaneity and realizing that following what's expected doesn't have to be done makes everything more fun. I need to implement more of this in my life. More and more and more, until even I don't know what I'm about to do. This concluded Sedona....

Back to Jason's for....homemade pizza party night! YAY! Jason had over his group of friends from the previous night and each brought some ingredients or wine. From here on the pizza and wine kept coming. We attempted to play Aj's game of "would you rather...?" but were forced to stop when it was simply too absurd. After a bit, the friends left and somehow Auren was allowed to persuade us into drinking, which doesn't take much for me...I fold under peer pressure. So, we slammed our wine. Not enough. We had shots of Drambuie. We needed more. We were forced to to move into something scary. A plastic bottle in the freezer with a hand written label of "Cranberry Liquer". If that isn't terrifying, I'll tell you what is...the fact that we started passing it around and taking pulls. Most of the group may have been college graduates, but that does not mean they are above mystery booze. If the bottles gone and your eyes are red, what you goin' do? Not act a fool, but rather go downtown to drink more! That we did. I don't recall the name of the bar, but we enjoyed a long island to start off courtesy of Aj and then moved on to whiskey. I've had good ideas and I've had bad ideas...this would lean more towards the not a great idea. We played pool and I didn't do awful...in the sense that I made like four balls! I also made this one lady mad, because she looked like she wanted to hit me with her stick when I didn't know which way to go, but then I smiled and she seemed to loosen up. We danced and then went home. Somehow on the walk home, I decided that I was just going to walk into a random house. So, I walked up to some guy outside who had music playing inside and was like "Oh, hey, is this where Mike lives?" "No..." "Oh...well want to hang out anyways?" So we did...there was a band playing inside and we just chilled and listened to them. On the way out he stopped Janssen and was like "I hope you guys find Mike" her response "I don't know where I am". A beautiful ending really....We watched Jackass and stayed up way too late, but what is it to a young adult like myself.

The next morning could be described as egg gluttony. Auren had mentioned making omelettes the day before. So, Janssen and I woke up early and bought things for them. Unbeknown to us that the boys had done the same thing the previous evening and just not shared the info with us. This turned into three of us eating around thirty eggs, a pound of turkey, a pepper and an onion annnnd a box of sausage. Once again, we stuffed ourselves to the max. Not appropriate.

It was time to make our way to Phoenix.

Before we could make it to Phoenix, we had to drop Jonathon off at his Grandma's. Ahhh, what a sweet, sweet woman. So grandma. On the way to her place, we saw stereotypical Arizona. Nothing but desert and cactus. So, Jonathon's gma was introduced to us and the next words out of her mouth were "So, are you guys hungry?" Grandma training, I swear. Of course, we say yes and she's like 'well, i don't usually keep much around, but I picked up a few things" A few things turned into her kitchen exploding into a sandwich delight. We ate and when we thought we were done she brings out strawberry shortcake with homemade biscuits. She was making my heart explode with how sweet and grandmaish she was. Looooooove! Skipping ahead, when we went to pick Jonathon up she told us all about bingo. You can bet your favorite sneakers that I will be playing bingo in the near future.

After we dropped him off, Auren, J, and I were off to Phoenix. We had a place to stay at a fellow couchsurfers and when we pulled into his complex it was clear we had the hookup. He lived in such a nice place. Janssen and I had our own bedroom and we had our own bathroom to use, while Auren slept on a comfy comfy couch. He had a huge TV and two tables that he hasn't even sat at. My favorite part of his place would have to be his dog Hazel. What a sweetheart. I want a doggy sooo bad! My heart melts when I think about what a wonderful dog she is...*sigh* The first night we convinced, Jonathon, our couchsurfing host to go out with us and he we went out to a college bar. It was a good time. I met some girl who was really looking for girlfriends and was really drunk. We exchanged numbers, but that would pretty much end our friendship. The evening wasn't too eventful. It was another night of staying up too late and then waking up too early.

The next day was our last full day. It was also a lazy one. I woke up...went swimming with Janssen and Jonathon the host. We went out to a late lunch at Loco Patron, which was super filling. Then, we went back to his place and vegged out as we digested our glorious mexican food. After a few hours of this we decided to explore Phoenix. It was not successful. Phoenix has barbed wire, crime scenes, and no cool easy to locate artsy district. :( So, we ended up in Scottsdale at the mall dressing up Auren. My favorite outfit would have to be the white pants and red shirt that really showed off how much of a sexy man beast he is. It was almost too much though, so he decided to stick with some jeans. After this, we went back to Jonathon's to get ready for the night. Janssen was DD for the night - her first time ever and her words the next day were "It's not for me..." Auren and I took the other route, drinking heavily. Way too much. So much that on the way to the bar Auren was passing out. At the bar, we only got one drink, but they were the cheapest of the whole trip! One dollar! This didn't matter, we were done for. Auren was taking running shots at a punching bag. We did a breathlyzer and determined that he was at a .1 and I a mere .24...in all fairness, right before mine I took a big drink of my whiskey coke. We later rested our heads on the table at the bar. Classy people. The end of our nights on this trip.

Time for the final day....