Saturday, November 19, 2011

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around.

Sparks Fly -- Taylor Swift

I'm just going to be honest with you up front. 

I'm totes writing this to brag on myself. [I can't believe I say totes now. Damn you Matty!]

Normal people stress about what to get others for Christmas; I don't. I just don't. Gift giving has always been my forte to some extent. Most of what I give is handmade too, so I typically put a lot of time into them. 

But this year, when it came time to figure out what I was getting the boytoy? No ideas. Nothing. Zip.


What was wrong with me?
Last week, I kind of gave up and decided to fall back on my standard gift: a portrait of him. I really didn't know how it would turn out though because I typically only draw close ups of faces, but most of his pictures are of him playing guitar or something (and homeboy needs a haircut), so there weren't too many face pictures to choose from. 

I chose this one.:

Definitely a challenge for me. And plus, after I cropped it, it was pretty small, so I'd have to enlarge it when I drew it. 

However, I've been working on it for the past week or so, this is what I have so far.:

I am so fucking proud of it so far. I'm not even half way done though. So fingers crossed it doesn't go majorly south after this point...But I'm soooooo excited about it.

Wish me luck!

May the force be with y'all.

Thursday, November 03, 2011

"Can't no preacher man save my soul."

Barton Hollow - The Civil Wars

I had all of these glorious intentions of getting back into my blog as a way to record all of my adventures. Aaaand I haven't done that. Probably because there aren't any adventures...

Seriously though. I'm boring. Other people get out and party, but I just don't have the energy. Not that I'd even enjoy them if I went. 

Major(?) changes since I started college in August:
  • I'm pledging the community service sorority. Don't get me wrong; I'm the opposite of your standard Greek girl. This sorority is different though. It's dry, so even though we have socials, I don't have to worry about the fact that I don't drink. But they aren't like the Christian sorority who tells you that you can't drink ever. [For some reason, I think people telling me that I shouldn't drink all the time would drive me to drink faster than peer pressure would. I'm just a douche like that.] Plus, our date night was at the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Perfect? I think yes. And I just dig community service.
  • I'm studious! For those of you who know me in person, I know! Shocker! I've yet to miss a homework assignment. What is wrong with me?!
  • I have a new boytoy. Yet he doesn't go to school with me. No. He goes to the university in my hometown. Messed up? Yes. Who else starts dating someone who lives in their hometown as soon as they move away? No one. That's who. That's because it's dumb. But hey, it works for me. I hate being around the person I date all the time because I have issues.
  • And most importantly, I'm obsessed with Gossip Girls. Like seriously obsessed. I'm on season 2 episode 10, and I just started watching it last week. That's about 35 episodes. What? I have a serious problem. (Btw, I'm so Team Blair and Chuck. Serena and Dan bore me at this point.)
Oh, also, I'm having to get used to living with three girls, which shouldn't be too hard considering that I have always lived in small places with my mother and sister. But no. People are gross. 

Problem numero uno? My suitemate's hair all over the fucking bathroom. Are you kidding me? I'm blonde and live with a curly headed brunette, a black girl, and a Korean chick. When there is hair in the tub you know who it belongs to. There really is no question about it. And I swear to god, if I have to continue to clean up shiny Asian hair from the bathtub, bathroom floor, shower curtain, wall across from the shower (seriously? How did that even happen?), I'm going to pop a blood vessel or something. I've asked her to clean it, I've asked my roommate and other suitemate to clean it, and I've posted notes on the bathroom door pointing out that there was hair all over the place. 

Is it cleaned up? No. Everyone nods to shut me up and then sits back and waits for me to clean it.

Kills me.

Excuse me. I have to go cry over the failure that was class registration now.
How have you guys been?