This was basically the worst day of my life.

It all began last night when I didn't go to bed until at least 3am finishing my huge paper. If I could, I'd be in bed by 9:30 every night. Anyways, I was exhausted. The next day was not any better. I had an important meeting that morning at 8 followed by class at 9 (when I had to turn in the paper) then class at 10... blah blah blah.


Well according to Natalie Howard, I was awake at 6:45 and sent her a text to that effect. I, on the other hand, have NO recollection of this. The first thing I remember this morning was looking at my phone and it reading 

8:53

I jumped out of bed, brushed my teeth, printed my paper to the Nowlin Center and started RUNNING to class. Walked in late. Wasn't until I sat down and caught my breath that I realized I was in my yoga pants and oversized t-shirt that I had been sleeping in, frizz central hair and glasses on. I think, it's whatever, it's college, I look ridiculous but I can run back to the apartment before chapel and change. THINK AGAIN. 

Moriah Willing texts me during my 10 o'clock to remind me (being the sweet friend that she is) that today is the "chapel scene" from the opera this weekend. KILL ME. 

She was kind enough to run to my closet and grab my outfit to wear. Of course, she grabbed the shortest dress I own, and of course, I get backstage and realize I'M NOT WEARING UNDERWEAR. {to clarify, I normally wear underwear.} There is absolutely no way I can go onstage. One swift move and I'd be expelled from OC for indecent exposure. 

You guessed it. I wore my dress, heels, frizzy hair, no makeup and glasses WITH YOGA PANTS underneath. This all happened before 11:30. 

Unfortunately, my bad day didn't end there, but I'm not going to bore you with the rest. 

It's been a long time, but I'm back and ready for action! (Or just another blog post). If you're wondering why I've jumped back on the blog bandwagon, the credit must go to Summer Lashley. I was minding my own business, trying to get some work done and then it happened. 
I FOUND THIS: http://theundomesticgoddess1.blogspot.com
And then nothing else productive happened the rest of the day. Do I have a 10+ page paper due end of this week? Yes. Are finals in two weeks? Yes. Do I have a job and laundry to do? Yes. Do I care. Noooooooooo. This blog is hysterical. Stop what you're doing right now and go read it. I'm actually headed out the door for dinner at her place in just a few minutes and I'm stoked about it. Because all I've done the past three days is read her blog and now I feel like I'm about to BE IN HER BLOG BECAUSE I'LL BE IN HER HOUSE WITH HER HYSTERICAL KIDS! (Clearly I am being super stalker weird about Undomesticated Goddess...) 


That being said, to catch you up on my life. I was elected SGA Executive Secretary last week (which is why I'm headed to Summer's) 
I have a boyfriend. I'll repeat that for those of you who just knocked your bottom teeth out from your jaw hitting the floor. Yes, I have a boyfriend. I'll spare you all the details about how wonderful he is. 

My precious little momita got a job with Southwest Airlines and my sister and I are now free to move about the country for ZERO DOLLARS. 

Speaking of my sister, somehow, without warning, she went from a fat, tiny, cute, innocent baby to a tall, slender, BEAUTIFUL 13 year old. (And let me tell ya, she is SO 13.) 

 I have finally made the official-ish leap of living on my own. And by this I mean for the first time in my life I'm not moving back home for the summer but staying in Edmond becauuuuuse I got the Campus Recruiter job for OC! I changed my major. Again. Quick run down on that: Music Major to Biology Major/Music Minor to Family Studies Major/Music Minor to I'm-about-to-drop-the-minor-cause-I'll-be-lucky-if-I-ever-get-a-bachelors Major. 


Some things that I have learned/been reminded of while I've been gone (from blogspot):
1. God is faithful. (I can never chant this enough. It has become my mantra.)
2. You have to work hard to get what you want. And if it's truly something you want then you won't have any trouble working your ass off to get it. (I don't particularly like to cuss on blogger but I couldn't put it any other way.) 
3. God's plan is always best but isn't always the easiest. (This one was reeeeeally hard to get.) 
4. God wants me. (So beautiful) 
AAAAND 
5. God is STILL faithful. 


Be blessed this week. Cherish those around you. Tell the people you love that you love them and why. I have found that it's always a nice reminder. I now have to go because I can feel Dr. Newell standing behind me watching me write a blog post and not his abnormal paper. (screw you, Ryan Newell.) 

Wedding Craft War (1st battle)

Those of you who don't know, my precious little sister-cousin is getting married! Needless to say, it is wedding warrior time. My other precious cousin, April, crafty ninja extraordinaire, and myself are getting to work on all the little projects for the BIG DAY. Here is one ADORABLE craft that the bridesmaids and flower girls will be wearing in their hair. She (Kara, the Bride) is going for a very "Anthro" wedding and I found this on the internet and immediately thought: 

          "WE could make that." 

                                   (picture from the internet) 

SO, HERE WE ARE.. ALL TOGETHER... CRAFTING TILL WE DROP. Here is a step by step guide of how I made it and the finished product. 

FIRST: We are using Peonies for the flower. (Silk)

Then cut the flower off the stem so it will lay flat. (wire cutters)

Take a 2" in diameter piece of felt and glue it to the back to keep the flower intact. 

Now that the flower is flat and the felt is glued, take wire and measure for the head. Then take the wire and glue it in between the first piece of felt and a second piece of the same size. 

After it dries, measure again and then cover the ends where the wire meets with floral/flower tape. (IDK what it is called.) And you're finished! 

Here is how it looks on: 

That's my hot mom.
Here are the ones for the bridesmaids and flower girls 

THE END

Last night revealed something very important: always open your mail.

After opening the stack of mail my mother brought to me over holiday I found something from DPS in the state of Texas. My license has been suspended. For some VERY odd reason, I'm not really freaked out by this. (like I should be)
In any case, had I opened my mail on time I would have realized that the whole "Don't Mess With Texas" slogan was in fact very true and also applied TO Texans, not everyone else AND that taxes are a big deal too.
Apparently, even if you make like... NO MONEY but still have a job, you have to do something with your taxes. According to Suzanna I have to file something. Who knows? Well, long story short, didn't open that mail either and am in trouble for that as well.
Becoming an adult is probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I suppose it could be much worse. I suppose I could be in jail. That would be really terrible. Until I get all my "business with Texas" worked out I'll just lay low for a while and continue hiding from my criminal record here at good 'ol Oklahoma Christian! Spring Break should be interesting. Maybe my next blog post will be about my new friends I met in the joint while doin my time! (sounds pretty hardcore.)

just SMILE and DEAL with it. (Spring Sing brings out the worst in some people)

Hello friends,

It's been a while, what can I say... I've been busy. But last night (while having an emotional breakdown due to a freak out from my crAzy boss) I read my extremely funny and brilliant friend, Suzanna Sawyer's blog. It inspired me to post something.
(Here goes a pitiful attempt to blog.)

Spring Sing is upon us, (now almost finished) and I'd like to give a little shout out to all of the clubs for their hard work and... creativity? There's something about jumping up and down, waving your arms and screaming at the top of your lungs. Clearly Spring Sing is OC's artistic outlet. I mean let's be real, it's not like we had anything better to do than completely give up our lives for 5 and a half minutes of butchering pop songs and making random formations on a slanted stage. Never have I been so affected by "mob mentality" before in my entire life. For some reason I willingly wore white, elastic waist pants, a hawaiian shirt with a FANNY PACK, I repeat, FANNY PACK and a Grandmother Willow Wicker visor in front of the entire church of christ population in the state of Oklahoma. That, my friends, is Spring Sing.

Spring Sing is OC at its best.

Spring Sing is young men and women spending HOURS and HOURS of time creating something completely meaningless with no real value for life... at all.


Spring Sing is taking some everyday concept or character and desperately trying to make it interesting. For instance: Godzilla, Cops, Football, Tourists, Football, Miss America, Football, Minnie Mouse, Football, Football and Mummies. How can any of those things be interesting enough to spend half the semester dancing and screaming about?

Spring Sing is the only time at OC it is acceptable for guys to wear make-up, costumes, dance around, sit on each others laps and hold hands and NOT get "gay probation" for it.

Spring Sing is the only time at OC when a group of girls can pretend to be football guys and not get "gay probation" for it.

Spring Sing is the only time at OC when you can get away with dressing like a lesbian and not get "gay probation" for it. (IOTA COSTUMES)

As the great Lady GaGa has auto-tuned to the world: "whether gay, straight or bi, let's be a transgender vibe."

I can only wish that for this final day of Spring Sing performances. Let us bask in the glory of fun and fellowship and waste our time doing a whole lot of nothing in front of a whole lot of people.

A dear friend of mine (whom shall remain anonymous) said this of Spring Sing:
        "Spring Sing is one of those things that you can't over analyze or else you start thinking: WTF??"

Yes I have said some pretty horrible things about Spring Sing, but in truth, it is a completely harmless ploy to recruit innocent and naive high school seniors and in the process, we get to have a good time.

LONG LIVE SPRING SING! 

Where am I and how did I get here?

Do you ever wake up and just find yourself completely flabbergasted and shocked at your life and wonder how the hell it got that way?

There is a weight in the pit of my stomach that is wondering what is the meaning of everything and how is understanding the electron configuration of bromine going to reveal it to me. Alas, I am just sleep deprived and unmotivated, but really.

My brilliantly talented friend, Hayley Neff recently performed her senior recital and for the closing sang this fantastically depressing Hoiby set. My favorite, "Goodbye, Goodbye World" has the most beautiful and gut wrenching verse:

‎"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it, every, every minute?"


I feel like that is me. Do we ever realize life? How do you learn to live it to the fullest?
At the moment I'm having what I call an Oedipus Rex moment. I want to gauge my eyes out with and just die because I just found out the woman I've been sleeping with and bore children with is actually my mother. But instead of a kind, I'm a student, instead of sleeping with my mother I'm cheating on my education with the seductive and sultry mister procrastination and instead of gauging out my eyes I'm simply going to fail my Chemistry exam tomorrow.


Please go on the Huffington Post website and read the newest Nora Ephron blog. It is painfully accurate and beautiful.

My Christmas List

1. Gray's Anatomy: By Henry Gray. 

2. Greek and Latin in Scientific Terminology / Edition 1

3. Leonard Bernstein's: Candide 

(DVD of Carnegie Hall performance featuring Kristin Chenoweth and Sir Thomas Allen)

4. Macbook Cover (Yellow)

5.  Old Navy House Boots/Slippers 

6.  Harry Potter Box Set 

7. Out of Africa Book/Soundtrack/Movie

8. Starbucks Coffee Tea Tumbler and Brewer

9. Ray LaMontagne and the Pariah Dogs CD

10. Money