My One-hundred-and-ninteenth Post

So sometimes, when I'm on a public computer, I start typing in my blog address, and I'm really surprised when it doesn't pop up as a recently visited site. Heh. Apparently my subconscious has an inflated perception of the popularity of my blog.

Anyway. It has been a rough couple of days. Work has been very crazy and I have been working very long hours all week at Job #2 (and it's not over yet). I almost cried yesterday when my confused coworker informend me that it was Tuesday, not Thursday as I had thought. On top of that, Drazi quit last week, so I am the only supervisor left in my area at Job #1. My poor trainees have been working there all week only quasi-knowing how everything is supposed to work. They're doing a great job, but I wish I wasn't working quite so much at Job #2 this week... it would give me more time to train people before fall semester starts.

The best things about yesterday (in no particular order):

• Rasberry cheesecake
• Seeing krebscout in unexpected places
• A letter from BonBon, "my missionary"
• Bruschetta (one of my most favoite foods in the world)
• Getting to go to sleep before midnight

My One-hundred-and-eighteenth Post

So sometimes I'm running late, and the easiest thing to do with my wet hair it to twist it up into a bun and secure it with an elastic band. I feel frumpy all day when I do this.

But I've recently discovered a viable alternative! If I take an extra minute to pin my hair up into a bun, it makes me feel instantly classy and self-assured all day. Hurrah!

My One-hundred-and-seventeenth Post

So right now, I'm scared to go "home."

It's ridiculous that I'm so afraid of change that I've been staying with my friend Hamburger instead of going "home" and unpacking and getting to know my new roommates. I think I'm just afraid of what a huge change this is going to be for me. Ugh.

So I should just go "home" right now... but tomorrow is Hamburger's birthday, and I promised to make her breakfast. So maybe I'll stay one more night...

My One-hundred-and-sixteenth Post

I saw a friend of mine do this, and it seemed like a good idea. Here are the ABCs of my summer:

A is for adventures I’ve gone on.
B is for books I have read without feeling guilty for wasting time.
C is for cell phones, which make it possible for Faybe to text me non-stop.
D is for Drazi, who makes going to work easier (and maybe somebody else, too).
E is for electric bills being sky high.
F is for flowers blooming everywhere.
G is for the Grand Canyon, where I had a lot of fun with family.
H is for Harry Potter.
I is for ice cream, there’s really nothing better for hot summer days.
J is for Jequirity, my blog.
K is for kite flying, which has yet to happen, but hopefully will soon.
L is for lightening, which reminds me of home.
M is for movie nights, the staple of my social calendar.
N is for napping—it never gets old!
O is for orange pepper carving—like pumpkins, but better.
P is for pond swimming, the best kind there is.
Q is for quiet time in the mornings when no one else is home.
R is for rainstorms on warm days.
S is for shish kabobs on the grill!
T is for twenty-one, the age I will soon be turning.
U is for unusual people I’ve gotten to know.
V is for vehicles, both krebscout’s and Hamburger’s… they make my life easier.
W is for working, which makes my life possible.
X is for x-ray vision: I’ve totally got it.
Y is for you, who have probably had some sort of impact on my life this summer.
Z is for zebras, which (I'm sure you agree) are amazing.

My One-hundred-and-fifteenth Post

I know I haven't blogged very much recently. I really don't feel like writing anything new right now, so instead of a thoughtful and humorous blog entry, I offer you the contents of a word document that's been sitting on the bottom of my screen for a week or so. I don't know what else to do with it.

Two girls stood outside the theater in the sparse shade offered by a nearby tree. The sun glared off the sidewalk, causing the taller girl to squint as she looked down at her friend.

“They’re going to let me take trig/pre-cal next year,” she said, suddenly.

The shorter girls eyes lit up. “Really? That’s awesome, Rhiannon! Maybe we’ll be in the same class. What period are you taking it?”

“Um… actually, I’m… I’m not going to Sabino."

The shorter girl’s eyes clouded over in confusion. “UHS? I thought you were on the wait list.”

“Yeah. They called last week to let me know I got in,” she said guardedly. “I wonder where Allison is.” Rhiannon turned to search the parking lot for Mrs. Brown’s little VW Rabbit. “She’s going to go to UHS, too,” she added casually.

“I know. She told me that the last week of school. ”

The girls stood there in silence for a short while. Rhiannon continued to watch the traffic on the street in front of the theater while the shorter girl surreptitiously tried rearrange her shirt into a more flattering position. A slight breeze temporarily alleviated the heat rising up off the sidewalk, causing Rhiannon to glance up at the sky. “Do you think it’ll rain?” she asked her friend, hopefully.

Her friend jumped at this sudden question. “Probably not,” she predicted, casually tucking her bra strap out of sight. “It usually doesn’t rain until the beginning of July, so we’ve still got a few weeks of this heat.”

“I’m never going to get used to summers here,” Rhiannon complained.

“You’ve been here for three years! You’d think you be used to it by now. I think that’s Allison,” she said pointing to a car turning into the parking lot.