Frustrations

I seem to have a lot of these lately. It seems like everywhere I turn, there's another one and it never seems to end. Work has become a disaster and I get next to no hours anymore. If it wasn't summer, I would be fine with only getting 16 or so hours a week. But when I don't do anything most days... it becomes problematic. Extremely problematic. So then I need to find a new job. Except I still have to keep this one because it is supposed to be my internship. So I just need to find a second one. And good luck with finding a job that will hire you for just 2 months. In other words, I'm kind of hosed.
Next up, there's the fact that I can't even seem to get this job to be an internship. Everything keeps getting in the way. And it doesn't help that I just recently got a new boss. Who doesn't know anything about the internship... Sigh. And the problem is that I would love to get a new job because this one is starting to get a little crazy, but I need it as my internship. The issue now is that BYU is having serious issues and isn't letting my submit my application. My adviser tried telling me I already submitted an application months ago, but I know I didn't. And now I'm stressing out because today is the add/drop deadline which includes getting this internship done. So I'm FLIPPING out.
Stress? Too much of it. I want out.

Red and Dark Brown

A lot of people prefer long hair. Especially females, it seems, though frequently men will comment on how they prefer women with long hair as well. So it might seem weird for me to say I hate it. Not on other people, though. Just on myself.

This was my 2nd to last year of EFY. It was a good year. It wasn't for my hair. Though, I must say, it's doing better things than my hair in other pictures at this time period. The point is, I just don't like it. I don't like having to do my hair and spend WAY too much time on it. I also don't like how it looks when I do do (yeah, I said it. Laugh.) it, most of the time. So I decided to chop it off.

Chop off a few inches, add some dark brown and red and there you have it.

I like it a lot :) 

Batman for the Win

This picture just made me ridiculously happy. So I must share it.

Disney-fied

So I've started about 5 different posts between today and the last post. I promise, I'll do better from here on out. Today, I'll leave you with this:

I've been Disney Princess-fied and it's pretty awesome.

And here's my prince:

You can go to AzaelaDolls.com and do it yourself :)

Yes, I know my prince (husband...) looks pretty familiar to a particular Hero of Time with blonde hair...
So I like a man in green. Sue me. :P

Wedding. Part 1. Temple.

My facebook has decided to boycott my wishes and not post more than about 20 photos of my wedding. So I'm posting them here... because I can.
Here's the best day of my life in a bunch of photos. And hopefully you can see ALL the photos later.

Real Writers Write Every Day

At least, that's the advice given... almost all the time. And for the most part, I believe it to be true. But the thing is, you can't do it every day without burning out. It's like working every day. Or having a sculptor sculpt every day etc. The point is, you do it almost every day. The real question is "Why am I not doing this?" I mean, I don't even write every other day. Or most of the time, not even once a week. I keep telling myself I want to be a writer. I want to become a published author. I want to write. I keep saying I want to write. And just keep saying it. I go to writing conferences. I read about writing. But when it comes down to it, I simply don't write.

About a year and a half ago, I had a blog that I wrote either a short story, poem, a scene or chapter to a story every day. I think I missed like 3 days or something. And after about 100 days, I just... stopped. I started working full time while going to school with 15 credits and I had ZERO time for myself. I hated that I quit it. But I had lost all of my umph to write by the time I quit my second job. And since then, that umph hasn't returned.

In short, my get up and go had got up and gone. And it seems to never want to come back.

However, I'm going to try and break this curse. Whatever I can do, I will break it. This summer, I want to write, and I want to actually finish writing my book, and I want to edit through it and finally get through more than that mere first craptastic, awful draft.

Maybe, since I've announced it (...again...) I'll follow through this time.

#AGREE

My friend put this perfectly. In regard to text messages, I couldn't have said it better myself.

"When engaged in a conversation via text message, I do my best not to give one-worded answers. For example,
"Hey, I forgot to tell you I have to get my appendix out in a few hours, so I don't think we can hang out tonight.."
"Oh."
Oh? Oh? I just told you I'm getting an ORGAN (however superfluous of an organ it may be) removed from my body and all you have to say on the matter is, "Oh?" If I were the person on the other end of the conversation, my reply would have been something like, "Oh....my gosh! Why didn't you tell me this sooner?? Of course you can't hang out tonight! Do you have anyone to take you and pick you up from the hospital? Are you going to need sweat pants? Ice cream? How is your blood pressure? Is that relevant? What can I do?"

Even more so, I avoid giving one-lettered answers. I mean, what is that? Don't you realize answering someone's text with, "k," is REALLY RUDE? What are they supposed to gather from that response? Thanks to you, they're going to spend the rest of their day dissecting your last conversation trying to figure out what they did to deserve such a cold and empty reply, not to mention they'll be exhausted from keeping the conversation going all on their own. The least you could do is send some sort of endearing emoticon with it. That is acceptable. Though just barely."

Thank you Meghan, for pointing out what I feel SHOULD be the obvious.


PS Yes, this place is still under construction. I've been busy. Get off my back.