(this post is going to be random & not well thought out. just a head’s up. for this i apologize, sweet readers.)
isn’t that picture silly? i am continuing to giggle as i am writing this, looking at that.
i think it describes my mood as of late. i can’t describe it with words, but this picture captures it perfectly.
first things first– winter is getting old. i know that everyone is saying the same thing. but winter needs to be clear on knowing that he has outstayed his welcome, by a lot.
also, school is getting quite busy. it stinks. i rarely have time to keep up with reading all of your beautiful blogs & it makes me super grumpy.
and the other day at sonic i ordered a corn dog even though i have always hated them. update: i still hate them. but, hey, they deserved a fair chance.
this leads me to my next realization. i have the palete of a six year old. i only really like hershey chocolate, i prefer macaroni and cheese when given as an option, i will order chicken fingers any and every time they are on any menu. sadly that is pretty much the extent of palate. i know, i know, it’s really ridiculous. (at least my sister emily and i agree that homemade lasagna pales in comparison to stauffer’s in the tin foil pan…what’s with that homemade chunky cheese that looks like crumbs, anyway?!) but all in all, i eat like a six year old.
So, i listen to the radio in the mornings i drive to school. every wednesday they do a feature i love–but i must be on the bus at 7:45a.m. & the conclusion of the feature isn’t done until 7:50a.m… every week i have to quickly decide if the conclusion would be worth being two minutes late to class-today it wasn’t. two weeks ago it was. the worst part was a girl from class was at the bus stop while i was sitting in my car yelling at the radio to hurry up and tell me. she went on the first bus, i came late. she knew what was up, well that i am ridiculous. so wednesday’s seem to always start out in a bit of a panic, deciding what to do in regards to my radio dilemma.
ok, ok–that is enough crazy for one day…
they keep me motivated during the weeks!
signing off from the hotmess express…
p.s. why is something awesome referred to as “extraordinary”? to me it sounds like it is just really really ordinary… like it is especially ordinary… extra + ordinary? weird. huh?