The Not-So Usual Friday

To mix up a typical Friday in my life, I normally take:

1 Early Morning Wake-up
1 Breakfast on the Go
2 1/2 Hours of MIS
16 oz. of Dr. Pepper
3 1/2 Hours of Littles
1 Tu-tu
5 Hours of Work
53 Customers

and blend them on high speed for approximately 18 hours.

This friday? It was the low-calorie version, I suppose. Cut ingredients but an added splash of sweetness. Somehow I even managed to sleep right through Ryan's alarm and woke up wrapped in my iPhone charger - great, right? But waking up with Ryan is always worth it, especially when you don't have class on your last day of classes for the year. (and my boyfriends a cutie. love you.)

Unfortunately, the reason behind why I was at Ryan's wasn't quite as fabulous. After a four hour allergy doctor appointment, multiple skin tests and the depressing new that I'm allergic to hamsters. (Yeah, apparently that's possible), I didn't feel up to driving to and attending class. Welts the size of quarters will do that to a girl. Don't worry, I'll spare you the disgusting photo of my back. The doctor sent me home with self help packets, new medications and instructions to find my hammie a new home. Oh, Delilah.

But anyways.. Of course it was also the Friday of the Royal Wedding. I don't know about history in the making or the comparisons to Dianne's wedding - hello people, I was born 10 years after that happened. However, I do know that it was fairytale romance at its finest and that I need a carriage. and lace sleeves. Definitely lace sleeves.

Kate's style has always been fabulous - every day. Anyone thinking her dress would be different? Uncomprehendible.

But of course, with two little princesses (three, today), we had to celebrate the Royal Wedding right. In princess dresses, with tea cups and finger sandwiches and speaking in British accents. Besides, we got to eat candy bird nests, too.

Then, after trying (and failing) to work this evening, I was able to spend the night shopping with my momma. Fantastic finds? I think so.

New journal (from Mead school supplies - of course!). I fell in love with it at K-mart a few days ago but wasn't willing to spend eleven dollars for a journal.. despite the floral print and ribbon bookmark. Instead, I found it at Ollie's just across the street - four dollars and perforated pages, too.

I also found the perfect expanding file (from DiVoga) at Office Max. I'm feeling pink, lately. It must be the extra pollen in the air or the need for all things sunny and warm after the rainy days of late. I'm hoping it will help organize a few things in my life. Including the special surprise hidden on my THON page. Hm!

via Photojojo.

After (poorly) shooting with these gems yesterday, I found myself aching for a different lens and for a smaller camera bag. I'm lost in no man's land between carrying a body, four lenses and countless other things and just my camera itself. Thank you Ollie's for taking care of that problem for the low price of $9.99.

The main point of the shopping trip? Clothes for a special interview Monday - the details of which will remain confidential until, well, at least Monday afternoon. But one outfit is never enough which is why I added a new dress, a dress shirt, a pair of dress pants for work (your welcome, guys), a pair of athletic pants (WHERE ARE MY LEGGINGS?) and a pair of purple flats to my wardrobe.

All in all? a fabulous Friday. I'll take it as a sign of what's to come this weekend including that much needed haircut, cleaning my room, a night at work (and in pants, none the less) and endless butterflies over that interview I didn't tell you about.

I want to live, where soul meets body

& let the sun wrap its arms around me

& bathe my skin in water cool and clensing

and feel

feel what its like to be new.

Cause in my head, there's a greyhound station

where I send my thoughts to far off destinations

so they may have a chance of finding a place

where they're far more suited than here.

And I cannot guess, what we will discover

when we turn the dirt, with our palms cupped like shovels

but I know our filthy hands can wash one anothers

and not one speck will remain.

And I do believe its true

that there are roads left in both of our shoes

but if the silence takes you 

then I hope it takes me too.

So brown blue eyes I hold you near

cause you're the only song I want to hear,

a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.

Out of My System

A five to seven paper on the power of online fundraising resources looms overhead as I sit here and get this out of my system. It's not like I haven't seen you in a while blog, but we've got a lot of catching up to do none the less.

Yesterday, I managed to pick up Death Cab tickets from the coolest fifty-some-year-old-man in the Camp Hill Giant Parking lot. Hours later, Death Cab realeased more North American tour dates, including both Philly and Pittsburgh. Oh, the irony.

Then, after inviting my mom to Isaac's for lunch, I get a text message. A picture message, actually. Apprarently, Aiden couldn't wait until after school for a hair cut and now has a fabulous faux hawk given to him by Sean, our 18 year old brother. I laughed so hard that I'm surprised I wasn't kicked out of the restaurant. A big kudos to the Rossmoyne Isaac's though - they asked if I'd like my gluten free sandwich done on a seperate, designated wheat-free grill. Score.

Of course after getting home, I had to photograph the new hair cut for all of you to see. It's shocking how much of a difference a haircut can make. It's also shocking how different shooting with a 50mm prime lens can be. (In a good way)

Then somehow, I managed to leave the sunshine for a three and a half hour class on criminal law. Thank goodness I decided to attend class for once - I was exempt from the final, on the condition that I stayed for class. At least I learned about the "fruits of the forbidden tree"and other ways to get out of criminal law suits. Great.

Today consisted of the usual - babysitting to work. Unlike usual, the girls behaved horrifically. And, the first segment of work was dedicated to photographing the restaurant and food for our new website. Fabulous. Not to mention, eating chocolate mousse and whipped cream after it melted in the humidity. Oops.

If you think that chocolate mousse looks good, you should probably become a fan on facebook.

Now, the next day or two consists of...

Waiting for my package from Photojojo. For some reason, it was sent from South Dakota to Philadelphia then back to Harrisburg before coming to Wellsville. No wonder our postal service is going broke and closing service lines. Sometimes I'm not sure wether the priority mail tracking feature is a good thing or a bad thing. It sure makes me anxious.

Hopefully that means my package will be arriving tomorrow around the mail's usual time - 11:15. Right after a much-needed hair cut and right before leaving for a night's stay at Ryan's. Too bad my day with Ryan includes a four hour appointment and skin testing at the allergists. Joy.

Then a Friday consisting of turning in this paper that I'm stalling at writing. A Saturday of work. And a Sunday shopping for clothes for a Monday morning interview.

At least I'm only two days of three finals away from the end of my sophomore year and time at Penn State York.

Now that that's out of my system.. Hopefully five pages of information will find their way out too.

Oh, What a (mon)Day.

Typically, Monday's fall at the bottom of the good ol' "days of the week totem pole." They're slightly worse than Fridays (which means nonstop class and work from 9am - 10pm), much worse than Sundays and about level with Wednesdays.

But today, today was different.
(Even if I overslept... by an hour.)

Most mondays don't start with 83 degree weather, tiny swim suits and even tinier sunglasses. Beach towels spread in the grass. Mud soup being mixed in a pale blue bucket. Most mondays aren't like today.

Most mondays don't include seeing Kasey, blowing bubbles, easter baskets or plans to bedazzle a walker.

Most mondays don't end with best friends and little brothers at the park, swingsets and see-saws. 

 

Photo by Hana Suders.

 

Followed by a good dose of kitty playtime.

And most mondays aren't Maddie Hill's birthday. So to celebrate her birthday, here are a few pictures of us together over the past year.

I think it was a sign that the first time I met Maddie, I stayed for hours longer than I planned. A week later and we were stuck together for almost forty-six hours. Now? She's esentially my little sister and my favorite teenager by far.

THON 2011.

Paw Search 2010.

Speakerphone with Katie Bush.

Maddie's 13th Birthday Party!

Blue and White Game 2010.

Creamery before THON 2010.

Rough point for Savannah and I but at least we were with two of our favorites.

Slightly embarassing?

Maddie Hill, I adore you to pieces and I'm so glad that THON made you a part (such a big part) of my life. I'm sorry that we don't get to spend more time together but I love every minute that we do. I can't wait to go shopping, talk about boys and sing to the radio with you & Katie. I hope your birthday was incredible because you deserve it. <3