This one's for you, Janey

I gots to say i love me some reader feedback. Janey, that made my day even sweeter.

I had a day off today and i didn't really know what to do with myself, so i went to the boys house who live across the street and hung out with them. Still no luck with getting a ride on his bike, but no worries, i'm still working on it. Seth, if you're reading this...i love you?

Just a few comments for now:
1) I made spaghetti today for the first time today in probably a year. I then made it again an hour ago. I forgot how delicious noodles covered in Paul Newman's tomato concoction could be. Mmmm.

2) Who does Paul Newman think he is? Actor turned chef? Come on!

3) I went up to the Sundance outdoor movie night again tonight. It has become a tradition, and I absolutely plan on watching every single one. In 2 weeks is Moulin Rouge, and i recently put forward a plan to have a French food picnic (early, so we could save the good seats) and wear sexy corsets...ok, maybe not corsets, but definitely berets.

4) The movie tonight was HILARIOUS. There were so many good one-liners, i wish i had a pen and paper to write them down.

July 30: Adventures of Power
(2008, Ari Gold)
In his quest to become the world's greatest air-drummer, a small-town dreamer must overcome obstacles and ridicule to save the day.

"Being called an arm pit is not a disgrace...without armpits, we'd be buying rock n' roll from the chinese!" Oh man, i wish i could remember the rest. It got really good by the end, and it's definitely one of those movies that is WAY better the second time around.

5) Can someone please explain to me all the commercials for male-enhancement? Every time i wait for the punch line and the SNL skit to come out on stage...but nope....supposedly it is a real problem with our men today.

6) I have now had 3 banana splits this week. And it's only Wednesday.

7) I also attended my first muay thai class yesterday, and my abs hurt so much. The girl who taught it (Tandi Ogden) had the most amazing body. (I know, i am aware the banana splits are not helping my cause.) She was way tough, and i felt like the biggest pansy next to her. (Yes that is her pictured.) She has a fight up in Canada in September. She said, "Gosh, i hate fighting in Canada. My fan base isn't as strong there." I could not relate to that at all.

8) I am watching a That 70's Show episode, and they just made fun of "Fat Aunt Martha." I really hope i never acquire that nickname. Also, I would like to try ice fishing before i die.

Yep, that pretty much sums up my day.

Sometimes Time Doesn't Heal

I feel like a broken arm at week 5.

And i know exactly what that feels like, too. I've had 4 official broken bones in my lifetime, ranging from ages 1 to 13. #2 broken arm had a hot pink cast just like this one featured on a stranger i've never met before. But whoever this little girl is, we share the fact we had hot pink casts when we were little. The last 2 broken arms i had, i knew it immediately. #3 was while i was at school, during recess playing dodgeball. (A game i still dominate, by the way.) This kid fell on my arm, who later became my first boyfriend ever (go figure), and i immediately went to my teacher and said, "um...my arm is broken." there was no crying, no screaming, as it wasn't necessary. Plus, i had to be tough in front of my class, right? But there's something about pain that accompanies broken bones that is unlike all other body pain. It's breathtakingly painful for the first 30 seconds; then it's dull, throbbing. It pulsates like mad for the first day, like you are feeling every heartbeat in the broken spot...and there's nothing you can do but watch it swell, turn blue and black, and wait out the pain. After that first night, you feel like you're ready to chew off whatever limb (in my case, 3 arms and 1 ankle) you are trying to salvage, because the pain is now so deep, and just...dull. The dull pain is the worst. It never goes away. And sure, you could live off painkillers all day, but that's not going to make it go away. It always comes back. I found out a trick - if you just live with it for a few days or so, sooner or later your body becomes use to it, so you aren't conscious of it as much.
How true that last statement is, I'm not so sure, as it's been quite a while since i've been 13.

Looking back on all the times i've almost died, or experienced "shock" is an interesting excercise. I was trying to remember when the last time something crazy happened to me in that department, and not counting all the near car accidents i've been in, the last time i had a tragic accident was my senior year of high school in my printmaking class. We were cutting up linoleum (pictured), making a design in this 6x6 square. My design was pretty cool i thought - a dragon fly from top view. The prints turned out horrible of course, but the linoleum version was pretty sweet. As i was digging out the linoleum one day, the cutter came flying up and hit my left pointer finger palm side, right across the joint. It definitely killed, but not any different than the other times i'd accidentally scraped my skin a bit. No, this time i looked down and blood was pouring down my hand, all over the table, my print, my jeans. i was like, "whoa!!!" and ran to the sink. i thought it would stop, but the water stayed red for a matter of minutes. My teacher was off somewhere, so i told the TA i was going to the hospital to get stitches. (Another physical disaster i'm no stranger to.) That was a pretty cool day as i got to miss class and all, and my dad came to pick me up as i couldn't drive with my hand in that condition.
Needless to say that was the end of my crew (aka: rowing) career. i got 5 stitches, and passed out while i was getting them. Yes, i have a pretty cool scar. I don't know about you, but i have become the biggest wuss when it comes to blood. The last 2 times i've given blood for doctor reasons, etc. i have passed out and thrown up. They say it's all mental, but i can't accept that.

There are a few reasons why i love the music i do. One of which happens to be because the lyrics really touch me, and right now, I love this song by Jack Johnson called "If I Had Eyes." There's a line that says,

"Sometimes time doesn’t heal
No not at all
It just stands still
While we fall"

And I think i like it because i can't stand it when people tell me "time heals all." Because I, like Jack Johnson apparently, don't believe it. There are some things that will always remain broken. Read the lyrics to the rest of his song and you'll find out one of them. And even though time might have something to do with healing broken bones, it certainly does not assist the 24/7 dull pain that accompanies that stupid broken bone that feels like it will never heal. As a matter of fact, it is only after so long of living with the pain that one day you wake up and realize, "Hey...my arm doesn't hurt."

Fight Night

I just had to write and say how thankful i am for the free 1 year pass to the new Throwdown gym on state street. Apx...you really got me.
Today was opening day, and I am an official member now. Tresa and I went to watch the Affliction fight, and i signed up for 15$/month so i can get a one-on-one training session with the teacher of my choice. The girl who sold me said, "there are a few cute ones..." and she winked at me. i said, "are they cute and single?" she nodded. "done" was my last word, and i handed her my card. Soooo not only am i going to finally learn submission wrestling, i am going to learn it from a single, good-looking fighter. wow.
As for the fight, i finally got to see andrei arvloski, who tore up! and of course the Fedor/Sylvia fight was amazing!! basically the russians took over and spanked america tonight. (I don't want to give away anything just in case someone reading this plans on catching up with those fights later.) i am so impressed with the gym, and at one point, a guy came over, introduced himself, and was like, "umm...are you girls here by yourselves?" tresa answered, "yeah...she's the one who loves it. i just come with her," and he laughed. he was like, "wow, that's awesome - get more girls in here!" turns out he is the owner of the gym. I think i'm going to work out a deal where if i get some friends to come, i could get more free classes. :)

Afterwards, we went to chili's because we were both starving. as we were leaving, this boy was like, "hey, what are you guys doing right now?" i was a little leary as he was wearing sunglasses at 11 pm, but tresa answered, "we're going to see the rest of the silva fight" (there were 2 live fights on - affliction and ufc fight night) and he was like, "wow, i am so impressed...we're going to watch it at our house right now...will you 2 do us the honor of following us home and joining us?" so we did. and i'm glad because they had an awesome couch and a huge screen tv with good sound. boys know how to live it up with the entertainment centers, that's for sure. (Silva also tore up tonight, fyi).
Unfortunately...3 out of the 4 guys were drunk that we knew of, and absolute idiots. the one that kept hitting on tresa was funny at least, and gave me tons of tips about motorcycles. if he weren't drunk, we would have ridden his bullet bike i found in the garage...dang it. stupid stupid stupid.
Funny story for sure. I haven't gone home with a stranger before, but at age 21 i figured it was about time. the one kid slid down the banister, and then almost cried because of how painful it was. the other kid went upstairs and passed out on his bed, and i think the 4th kid was actually wearing his G's and went to his room. (he was also the driver. that's why i'm not sure he was all bad.)

Also, i am proud to say that most of my time at work today was spent playing dodgeball and "helping" my team lead Emily with some of her work so i didn't have to take calls. i love my job. love it.

so to wrap it up, tonight i was reminded of why i hate drunk people, love fighting, and LOVE Apx for giving me that membership. AWESOME.

And this picture (gotta have one per post, right?) is a reminder of why i want to move. this was at the singles dance we went to. some nerd got in our picture when we weren't looking, lol. oh well.
ps. notice ben's "it's morphan time" pose. i will miss him.

A day of gain, a day of loss.

First, an update on my motorcycle kick.

Turns out, a bike with 1000 cc will kill me. I was informed of this by a friend of mine at work, amongst other seasoned riders, who said that a 250 would be perfect. The bike voted best starter bike is the Kawasaki Ninja 250R (pictured). And as i said before, i would buy it only in black. It's lightweight, very good handling, still powerful, 80 miles to the gallon, and a brand new 2008 is only $3500. I came up with a plan to get it in April of 2009, as my graduation present to me. :) Either i'll get the 2009 or a cheaper 2008 by then, I'll have saved up enough money booting cars and working at Apx, and be ready to move to huntington beach to use it all year round until graduate school. Pretty sweet plan huh? If there is one thing i've learned in my years at college, it is that plans are silly. So far, every one of my plans have seemed to fall through except graduating with a psych degree. And i've even questioned that a few times.

So, today i get to work and i get an email from my dad that says (this is copied and pasted):

"Martha, This is your Dad. Please do not sell your car for a motorcycle! The one and only reason I do not want you to have a motorcycle or ride a motorcycle, or anyhting like unto it; is that I could not suffer seeing you in a hospital with your skin peeled off of your body with your legs and arms broken. I could not suffer seeing you with your bowels outside of your body and your brains on the the road. I could not suffer seeing you be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life and feeding you through a staw. I am being serious, this is not funny, so quit giggling."

And yes, as sincere as it was, i started laughing out loud after i read the word "straw." The very next second my friend Grant goes, "what?" and then I read, "...so quit giggling." !!! i then laughed even harder, because my dad actually knew i would laugh. and i did. and that's never happened to me before.

Second, a misfortune story for the day.

So i told my friend steph we'd shop the Nordstrom annual sale today, which was AMAZING. i got very close to picking out the perfect pair of jeans!! they're as close i'll get probably. They are Silvers, beautiful dark blue, no holes, and just the right length to wear with heels (pictured). And of course they make my backside look fabulous, which is what every good pair of jeans ought to do (not pictured: this is a model). Then, i got this great black military style wool jacket made by Frenchi (also pictured). Basically i am ready for fall clothes! As we were leaving after an exhausting day of shopping, i was searching my purse for my keys only to realize they were GONE! i have no idea where i put them. i spent the next hour or so looking around to no avail. Steph, luckily, had met me there so she just drove me home. On our way out i saw Rod!! Best dressed man in the provo/orem area, btw. (old fhe brother who has now been married for over a year.) I had Travis take me back to my car after we watched Amalie at their apartment with some friends.
And here i am thinking how surreal it is to be keychain-less. i really hope someone finds them.

Grant, Amy and I got pretty camera happy today at work.

We then got in trouble for taking pictures in the call room. I guess they don't trust employees with recording devices with other people's social security numbers, credit cards, addresses, phone numbers of everyone they know...whatever.

Ps. Dark Knight was unbelievable. I'm still speechless over how incredible it is. More on that and Amalie to come.

California, here we come

I heard on the radio driving up to Riverton tonight that if you are averaging 15 miles a gallon, and drive over a 100 miles a week, you are spending something like over $300 on gas a week. I don't know if that is the exact mileage, but when i heard it, i immediately applied the math to my 2000 Honda Passport. Let's just call it even and say that would mean i'm spending half my paycheck on gas. Ugh. Something must be done.

...and that something is called the 2001 Yamaha Fazer 1000. (Yes, i would buy it in black and black only.)

Now, why this one? I haven't done that much research, but i do know that this bike is suppose to be less powerful and sporty than the R1, and is more "standard." I wouldn't want to be hunched down on a rocket for my every day experience. This is more upright, and apparently easier to control. I don't know how or when, but before i die i will own a motorcycle.

While i was in california this past weekend, i was taken out on our friend Nate's roommate's Ducati. It was a lovely experience, to say the least. The dream of owning one became a reality during that ride, and talking with him about it afterwards just made it more tangible. I could feel the breeze in my hair as he said, "Just do it." (And that wasn't because he was breathing in my face.)

Now, those of you who know me personally also know that I am not one for taking good pictures. And even worse, candid shots. But I got a pretty decent pic! Meg was laying down and looking up at me while i was talking to her about my book (which is funny in a very 1940's way btw) and then she got me! This also happened to be taken our first day at the beach, which i also have a new appreciation for because of our trip. I learned how to body surf (even though i failed 99% of the time) but at least i know how to do it now. I swallowed tons of salt water unwillingly, but it was so worth it. I have this idea that if you chew gum while you're in the ocean, the salt water probably wouldn't be so bad. If anyone is going to the beach soon, try it out and let me know. We left before i could try it out.

Also, i know that southern california and i have not gotten along very well in the past...but I dare say that I have also had a change of heart about that too. This time was so unlike all the rest! We lived it up like locals, going to the good shopping areas, hanging out with friends and family of friends, and walking to the beach...yeah. We made it up to downtown LA to visit tresa's cousin who lives in TYRESE'S APT COMPLEX!! Just to give you a refresher of who that is:

You might remember him from Transformers, various music videos, and other movies which I can't think of right now. The point was, I was at his apt complex. We didn't try and stalk him, but i felt pretty cool. It's silly to recognize that I could care less about famous people during normal life, but it's like the pre-teen switch flips on when i get close to someone famous. That one turns me googly-eyed, stuttering and frozen. *Notice: not to be confused with being twitterpated. I happen to think the twitterpated switch is a good thing. Man do i feel silly with my picture so close to his.

You might also know this little tidbit about me: I associate music with memory. Result: I have a playlist associated with our roadtrip. There's a lot of hiphop because for the last month and a half i have really soaked that genre in. *shrug*. You can listen to it on my facebook profile if you're interested. I think it's dope.

MIA - stake singles dance
Trick Daddy - Nate.
Sondre Lerche - I saw Dan in Real Life. Finally. Love that song.
Phantom Planet - While driving to dinner one night, us girls randomly sang that song at the top of our lungs.
Sugarcult - drive down.
Dashboard - drive back.
Fergie - meg
Sublime - my part of driving back
Nada Surf - jess.
Rilo Kiley - tresa
Blackstreet - i just love that song. period.

Figure 1


I have also become a recent fan of Arrested Development, thanks to a few friends, mainly Stephen Washburn. He has been trying to get me to watch it for years, and now that he is back from his mission, we have made it a goal to watch all 3 seasons. So far soooooo goooood.
The joke about never nudes came up when Nate gave us a slight fashion show of his recently acquired girls capri pants. Here you can see in Figure 1 that Nate is displaying the pull pair. You can't see it, but his butt looks better in these than any of us girls could even dream.
Figure 2.
As you see here, we turned them into Tobias's never-nude cut-offs, which Nate proceeded to wear under his shorts. He took them off, stuffed them into his hat, and then strutted around the beach. I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure i heard applause coming from down the beach. He made lots of friends and had many a picture taken. Well done friend.

So that's my trip in a nutshell. I hope that answered some of those questions i've been asked! It doesn't really do justice, but rarely pictures do. Well...maybe Nate in never-nude cutoffs.

"We Were Only Freshmen..."

One of the best decisions I've ever made was going to summer school right after highschool. There was nothing back home but fried food and of course my parents, so I couldn't wait for college to start. I got so lucky, as my first roommate has become one of my best friends, not to mention the 2 girls who lived across from us, and then another girl who lived 2 doors down who also shared every one of my classes with. We honestly never had a dull moment. We were so different that somehow it was a perfect fit. Heather (far right)- British to the core, fun loving and always laughing. She comes home from her mission next week! She'll be back in Provo though in August; Tara (not pictured; she had left for home already)- the artistic one who I am convinced is the one who was given the "5 talents" and made 10 in the Parable of the Talents; Meg (next to me) - book smart, determined and so incredible compassionate; Tresa (second on the right) - sporty, cool, and the kind of person you would want to be seen with at a party. We had THE best time ever. This pic is from our last bonfire that summer before I moved.
Jess moved into my spot after I moved to BYU-I for that fall, and unfortunately I have never gotten that close to. But she is pretty cool as well, and all six of us have stayed friends for 3 years now.
That first summer, we took a roadtrip to california. Somehow we made it on less than 50$ per person, including food, lodging and gas. Corners were cut of course, by cramming as many people in the car as possible, eating peanut butter and jelly for 3 meals a day for 3 days (which Tresa ended up getting food poisoning and throwing up all over Hinckley 1100 floor the night we got back - again, it is a mystery how she got so sick and i didn't!) , and then sleeping in what turned out to be a prostitute hotel...needless to say, I will never forget that trip. We were beach bums for 2 days, went to the Newport Beach Temple open house, and window shopped. This is one of the pics we took at Laguna Beach.
The reason I bring this up, is because we're about to make a return trip this week, from Wednesday to Sunday night. Except this time, we're staying with our old FHE dad who lives a block away from Huntington beach, so no prostitute hotels. And we're staying for longer. We're going to do it right this time, and I am so excited. I already feel nostalgic.

This picture has all of us but Tara. Jess is on the far left. Tara got a boyfriend who she is getting married to July 25th, by the way, and thus is not in very many group pictures. This was taken at the All American Rejects concert, which was fabulous. My friends are so beautiful. :)


This was taken right before meg and i left for the summer to Japan. Heather was already gone for her mission, and Jess had moved back home. The four of us lived together for spring. That was the last time we were all in the same apartment. *Sigh* I miss living with them so much. Tresa, who is next to me in this pic, is moving back in with me in the fall. She is taking the balcony room *woot!* and it will be a little bit like it was before. Tara is in this one, on the far right. Love you girls.

4th of JULY!

Friends, Patriots!, Countrymen...lend me your ears!

I so had to memorize that speech for 10th grade English. (In case you didn't know, it's actually Romans, not Patriots.)

I had a fabulous 4th. I worked all day at time and a half, which included a BBQ, and an hour break which also included a BBQ with my girl Amy's family in Orem. Little did I know she has hot cousins. Which I also found out are under age. (Ew.) I then came home early around 6 PM only to be invited to another BBQ with the boys who live in my complex/neighbor ward. That was fun, as I finally got to meet some of them. The boy with the jet skiis still hasn't shown his face, but no worries, I am on top of it, lol. Does it sound like I might be on the look out to use him for his toys? Um...yes. I'll admit it. And can I please have a pat on the back for at least admitting it? Come on. Girls do sneaky things all the time, and at least I'm admitting it. Don't hate me, hate the freaking game. Tangent!
So then Amanda and her friends got together up in Thanksgiving Point and we watched the fireworks there. We played a good round of Apples to Apples - I almost won - and then Catch Phrase, which my team did win. You guys...I am so competitive with games. I feel like it's stupid to play if there isn't some point, like consequences, bragging rights, compensation...etc. Then we got the best seat ever. I took one picture. It was perfect. That's all I needed. It is now on my phone. Afterwards we lit our sparklers, continued to tell stories and horse around (at which point a human pyramid was suggested - this pic is before matt made it to the top. And he made it, no doubt) until the worst of the traffic was gone, and then we headed to Tawna's family's house which was AMAZING! We talked around the pool and hottub till around 12 then left for home. It was a full day for sure. This year wasn't sincerely patriotic for me, but I'll make up for it next year.

Summer Gems

I love hammocks, oh. my. gosh.
My neighbors Adam and Barrett have this incredible soft canvas hammock that surprisingly fits 2 people nicely (just found that out today), and I am still trying to convince Adam to just give me freaking key to their apartment so I can use it whenever I want. I mean for real. It's annoying to have to call one of them to let me in. They seem fairly ok with it so I suppose I'll just keep calling them. Anyway, it is one of those gems of my summer thus far. If I had to put my summer gems in order, they would probably go as follows:
1. VP 71 Hammock. Enough said.
2. Soel's "It's Yoga!" studio in the Riverwoods. I LOVE YOGA. I did it in highschool for about a year, and I gave up on it once I moved out here for college. I started again though and I've been going 2-3 times a week. One thing that is so obvious to me now: my arms are weak. I just learned how to do a head stand (with a wall) and a hand stand, but I can hardly hold myself up! I have other poses down, so I'm not totally useless.
3. Sammy's (new diner i just found near center street last night with Travis, open till 2 AM and serves great milkshakes with a side of good music. It's no Cheers, but has a comfortable atmosphere).
4. Random acts of hilariousness: a) Huge pink bunny bounding down the street while we were watching Rear Window on Friday 13th on the grassy knoll b) 6 green people walking down the same street. And we had our cameras ready for this one.
5. BYU Library. I have started my summer reading kick again, and I found another good one. It's called I love you I love you I love you by some European guy in the 1940s. It seems to be right up the same alley as Sloane Crosley's I Was Told There'd Be Cake as it appears to be a series of short stories from his life compiled into a book. Except these ones aren't so funny. In fact, there is one that i briefly skimmed that talks about his experience with the Nazis. Creepy! I absolutely adore personal essays (my 11th grade English teacher would be so proud!) and I'm glad I happened to pick these up. In case you were wondering, they places to get good reading books in the BYU library would be the 5th floor in the PR-PS section = my new favorite place in the library.

Yeah. That about does it for now.

So today I went to church with my friend Stephanie from back home. She's so amazing, seriously. Probably one the most successful people I know. She lives in Belmont, and therefore goes to church in the HFAC. Holy crap I have never seen so many gorgeous people in my life. I honestly felt like every girl was smokin' hot and the guys were so well dressed...wow. WOW. Turns out the entire stake is like that. Now, I can't say I'm hot with a straight face, I'm not that ridiculous. On the other hand, I know I'm not ugly. But I will say that today I felt lower on the "good looks spectrum" than normal lol. The whole experience was so weird, I felt like I was in a different city today. Not only was church different, I also went to break the fast afterwards, which was delicious. Steph and I made an amazing salad (with her ingredients of course - asiago cheese, no less!) coupled with spaghetti, garlic bread and the best store bought double chocolate chip cookies...mmm... Everyone ate and left though. The whole point of meeting new people came to pass, but alas, it was short lived. It was nice to be in a different atmosphere as I am not moving for the first time in a long time, but I did miss my ward's laid back-ness. I was brought to remembrance again that I am just not that cool of a person, lol. And that I will never be as pretty as some of those girls or have such a lavish lifestyle. I will say though that is was lovely being with Stephanie. She is definitely different than most of those people I think. Maybe it's because I know her and I am judging her ward based off a few hours, but...no, I really think she is different.
One thing I really appreciated today was that both of us have the same love language. We are both service oriented, which means once I'm your girlfriend, I would do pretty much anything for you. We exchanged stories about past failed relationships and how that had part to do with it, and it was good. Lesson for everyone: Whoever you date, you have to understand the way the other person expresses and feels love. What you think is blatantly obvious to someone is not always that way to the other person. The best relationships are when either both people share the same language or both are willing to extend themselves in learning how to please the other. In my case, I feel loved when someone does something for me, which is how I show love for others. Service. It's where it's at. I would much rather someone show me they love me than have someone say it to me. I actually dated a guy who was much more into words of affection than I was, lol which was pretty funny at first. He couldn't stop telling me how much he cared about me, how pretty I was, or whatever. And one day he was like, "Martha, why don't you say nice things to me?" and then we had an amazing conversation about this same topic. Both of us tried to do what we both liked, and it was awesome!! Not even kidding, it was definitely one of the best lessons I have ever learned about relationships. It's one of those things you just have to experience I guess.

Tomorrow is my day off. Happy Monday :)

Snail Mail = Bad Mail

Welp, I've decided I hate the mailman.

Ok, not so much the man as what he stands for. Much like people hate me for my job too, which somehow gives me what i feel like a "right" to send the hate right back into the universe. Karma's a wench.
Today i woke up and realized my roommate had gotten the mail. Which i realized only after i was throwing away a wrapper and realized our empty garbage can was now full of useless coupons, newspapers, etc. I was kind of excited as neither of us have gotten the mail in probably weeks, so of course, i expected something. I don't know what, but something good. Turns out i got three letters. One from my car insurance, one from the hospital, and one from BYU financial department. I opened the first only to read a simple statement that i may or may not be driving around with no car insurance. the second one was my prescription, which should have been sent to my home address in ky, which i will now have to go out of my way to overnight. The third said that i once again, for the 3rd year (= 9th semester) that i did not qualify for a scholarship. The cut off this year for a half scholarship was 3.6. Of course i have a 3.5.
Awake for 10 minutes and 3 pieces of bad news to sulk over. I think there might be a conspiracy of snail mail these days. It seems most of my bad news comes through snail mail. That would include bills, notices of bills, rejection letters, and of course notices of unavailable men i could have would have should have dated, also known as "wedding invitations."

Thus, my new found determination to read my mail at the end of the day. And to avoid the postman at all costs, afraid of getting caught giving him the stink eye. Because it's ok to give him the stink eye when he isn't looking.
So my day wasn't so bad. At least it wasn't as bad after I found out a friend of mine DID qualify for a full ride this fall...just forgot to sign up for it.

Man, Karma's a wench.