Moving blows and so does Miss California.

Man I haven't written in forever, and not because I haven't wanted to, because I've been so freaking busy that I haven't had a chance to read on the pisser, let alone blog. Life is stressful right now. Classes have started, I'm still working at my worthless job, and I'm moving (!!!). Moving is exciting, but only after all the packing, loading, driving, and unpacking is done and I'm not even done with the first of the four.

I'm taking three of my last four classes at the Muskegon campus this semester. They are all senior design classes and they are all a lot of freaking work. Somehow this semester I am feeling very inadequate. Although I am by far the best dressed in the class (you would think design majors would care a little about fashion, not so devoted readers, not so), but I am far from the most talented and frankly irks me. I hate not being the best, or even close to the best and since I have worked in the field for more than four years, while most of these students haven't at all, you would think I would have a heads up. I would fix this by spending more time on my rendering techniques and 3D modeling skills, but I just don't have any freaking time!! Anyhoo I move soon and after that I'll have lots more time to blog and become the best design student this Muskegon campus has ever seen! Either that or I'll have to start dressing really obnoxiously gaudy and call it a semester.

Baby Mama Drama....

I have never been one that was into April Fools day. Most years I totally ignore it and don't even acknowledge the day until someone plays some stupid prank on me, like stealing my stapler at work (yes, yes folks...VERY creative, how long did it take you to come up with that one?). As far as pulling pranks myself, unless it's going to be a really good one (i.e. thought out and executed perfectly), I don't want any part of it. I guess that's the obnoxious-controlling-perfectionist in me.

This year the day prior to the 'day of fools', I just happened to be in Traverse City visiting my boyfriend <3, and some friends. The next night we had plans to head down to Grand Rapids to spend some time with my parents, who were down there for a petroleum convention for my Dad's work (and yes, they are just as exciting as they sound). We were planning on having dinner with them while we were down there and so we thought, what a super opportunity to plan a good April Fools Day joke... (dum dum dummmm). My parents aren't getting any younger and they could use some laughs and excitement in their lives, right? I guess I'll find out the answer to this when I see the will.

"Let's tell them your pregnant", suggested my boyfriend. "Let's sit them down at dinner and tell them we have some very important and exciting news, drop the bomb and watch their reactions".

Surely that couldn't be a good prank I thought. I mean, sure, I'm not married and I'm not exactly in the stage of my life that I should be having kids, but my parents absolutely adore my boyfriend, who I've been with for almost three years (that's a record folks), and I'm almost 27 for Christ's sakes! Wasn't that considered an old maid just a few decades ago? Plus, they have no grandchildren, just a overly spoiled grand-kitty they inherited from me a few years ago, so really could it really be THAT bad?

We did a little more thinking and couldn't come up with anything better, so the plans were made, and prego I was. We were excited as two little school kids (on chicken nugget day).

We ended up going to a nice, cozy Irish restaurant with my parents for dinner. By the time we had met up with my parents my Dad had drank a few (too many) beers with some buddies from work and was feeling pretty good. His face looked much like it had at Christmas time when he had been heavily into the spiked egg nog. See picture below...




We started munching on rolls, and once the waitress had taken our order Matt (my boyfriend) started out the prank by saying something to the effect of "we are SO glad we have you both here because there is something we would like to tell you." I continued on with telling them, "we both were very excited and we hoped they would be too. I went to the doctor's yesterday (which I actually had, my Mom had made the appointment) and I found out I was pregnant (!!!)" (insert big smile here). The look on my dad's face was priceless. It still haunts me in my sleep, and it looked something like this (minus the cool visor and rubber ducky)..




My mom's face was something similar with a little despair mixed in. When I saw their reaction I couldn't continue the prank any longer. "April Fools!" I shouted and they both took a big sigh of relief.

I have to admit I was totally offended (although I didn't tell my parents that), I mean would it really be THAT horrible if I were to actually get pregnant!? I get the whole "you're not married" thing, but really who IS married that's having kids these days (Brad and Angelina? Hello?) Do they really think I am THAT incapable of taking care of someone else? Evidently, the answer to that is yes, and I can't really blame them. I've been pretty spoiled my whole life and the whole idea of having someone totally reliant on me, that I have to put first, is pretty scary (luckily, I plan to test this whole thing with a puppy first). I guess this would naturally be any parents reaction, if they feel their child is not ready to have a child, but it made me feel like they thought me 'with child' would be the worst thing EVER!

Although I don't want kids anytime soon, personally I think I'd make a pretty great parent. So I guess I've learned my lesson, no more pranks on the old folks.

I'm never drinking again.. again.

So today is Saturday, which means yesterday was Friday, which means yesterday night was Friday night. Friday nights are usually hit or miss with me. For the last couple months I've had a Saturday morning class (8 a.m.) so my Friday nights were pretty much shot except for the rare occassion that my roommates ended up dragging me(kicking and screaming, I am sure) for a night on the town. However, I no longer have a class Saturday mornings which means when Friday rolls around and weekend is putting glass of wine in my hand.

Well let's just say last night I had a little too much to drink. After the glass of wine that the weekend handed me, I continued to drink a another half a bottle, and a couple vodka and somethings. This may not sound like a lot, but I'm on Xanax (I'll explain later, we're just getting to know eachother!) which makes 3 beers feel like 6. This could be a great thing if I had any self control when I drink, but I don't.

I have to say I was pretty well behaved last night. I didn't get mouthy, pick any fights, texts any loser ex's. I drank my drinks with a smile on my face (a cheesy grin is probably more like it..) and played photo hunt most of the night. Photo hunt is the best bar game ever invented. I pretty much rule at it and I played it almost as good as this guy!



I did however, wake up with a huge headache and a bunch of wrappers next to my bed. Drinking, evidentially, makes me very, very hungry. My first thought when I opened my eyes was pretty much the same as everytime I drink. I'm never drinking again. Then I go take a couple tylenol's and try to think of anything stupid I may have done and apologies that may be owed. This morning their were none and for me that's a winner of a night! This happens at least once a week and it will probably happen again tommorow morning. Today is as I mentioned Saturday, which means tonight is Saturday night, and not only that, but tonight is the MSU final four game (Go Green!) and you know I can't watch a WHOLE basketball game sober!

'Enter the Bloggess'

SO.. I've been thinking about venturing into the world of blogging for a while. I've started about 7 dozen (ok.. that's an exaggeration, but it's been a lot) journals in my lifetime, none of which amounted to much, but gosh darn it people, those days that I wrote I felt GOOD! I mean (just went to the therapist and he assured me I am, in fact, not crazy) good! Not to mention writing is much cheaper! Especially with my crappy job and crappy insurance. The cost of a therapy session is like 5 pairs of shoes, or a really good pair of jeans, so screw that I'm blogging!

I'm not a great writer by any stretch of the imagination but I did get an 'A' in my creative writing class. However, despite the fact that my own mother was an english teacher, I am still punctually challenged. But spell check is my best friend and so now is my blog, so dear readers (you are there right?!?!) enjoy.