It’s about all I can do at this point.

This week has been one hit after another. But they come in hiding . . . completely unexpected. The biggest (maybe) was the Commencement Contest. I spent a very long time on a painting. Like, my entire spring break, people. My hand was crippled due to the technique I was using (28 lines of text carved into drywall). Then, I went back to school last Saturday and spent several evenings finishing up the actual painting process. I love it. I think it’s gorgeous.

The art teachers didn’t agree. Granted, it was my first shot at this technique and there are some improvements that could be made, but I really like my piece. It turned out very much how I envisioned it. The worst part is that I spent quite a bit of time working on that when I really could’ve been putting it into other things . . . such as my creative resume or the writing of a certain state and local statistical analysis that I should be working on as we speak. I entered another piece as well and that didn’t get in. Grr.

It’s all about pride. It wouldn’t bother me to be a graduating senior without a thing to show in the commencement contest if I was meek or humble. God is still pointing out areas that I have big problems with.

That’s not all, but other things are numerous and I don’t have time to expound. Disappointments abounded this week. But so did blessings.

Last night I read Psalm 16 and had a nice little pep talk with myself and God. He promises to show me the path of life. I really want to see His presence because there (and only there) will I find fullness of joy. His right hand bestows pleasures eternally. Why do I have problems trusting? Probably because I’m looking in all the wrong directions.

that filthy lucre

I hate money.

I don’t think I’ll ever have a problem loving money. Unless I learn that whole love your enemies thing. Seriously. Managing money has never been a strong point of mine. I haven’t balanced my checkbook since I started college. After years of having a savings account, I round out at $25.11. But it’s not like it really matters. That hasn’t messed me up.

A big part of it is that I have jobs that take up so much time and don’t pay. Eventually, it should all catch up once I graduate and go find an actual job, but right now it equals no money. Ever. Last semester I was ok because I had a babysitting job and a cleaning job. I was making anywhere from $30 a week to $80. (Yes, call me rich.) So it was a little tricky at times, but it was better than having nothing. And then my parents were so generous and were spotting me $40 a week. But now, this semester, both of the paying jobs fell through and I’m left with nothing but that $40. I mean, for crying out loud . . . Rachael Ray spends $40 a Day!

Nothing causes me more stress. Not even the whole not dating thing.

Money is the bane of my existence.

Today was awful. No wonder. I just realized it was Friday the 13th. (And I can say that because I haven’t been to bed yet. So it’s still Friday in my book.)

I don’t enjoy crying.

my supposed marriage age

I guess we’ll see one day how credible this really is. Interesting.

[x] I know how to make a pot of coffee.
[] I keep track of dates using a calendar.
[] I own more than one credit card.
[] I know how to change the oil in a car.
[x] I do my own laundry.
[] I vote every election.
[x] I can cook for myself.
[] I think politics are exciting.
[] I balance my checkbook.
[] My parents have better things to say than my friends.

total: 3

[] I show up for school/college/work every day.
[x] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse.
[] I’ve never gotten a detention.
[x] I have never smoked a cigarette.
[x] I have never gotten completely trashed.
[] I have forgotten my own birthday at least once.
[x] I like to take walks by myself.
[] I’ve watched talk shows.
[x] I know what ‘credibility’ means without looking it up.
[] I drink coffee at least once a week.

total: 5

[x] I know how to do the dishes.
[x] I can count to 10 in another language.
[x] When I say I’m going to do something I do it.
[x] My parents trust me…for the most part
[x] I can mow the lawn.
[x] I can make adults laugh without being stupid.
[] I remember to water the plants.
[] I study when I have to.
[] I pay attention at school/college.
[x] I remember to feed my pets.

total: 7

[x] I can spell ‘experience’ without looking it up
[] I work out on a regular basis.
[x] I clean up my own mess.
[x] The people at Starbucks know me by name.

total: 3

[] my favorite kind of food is take out.
[] The first thing I do when I wake up is get caffeine.
[] I can’t go to the store without getting something I don’t need.
[] I understand political jokes the first time they are said.
[x] I can type quickly…Sort of

total: 1

[] I have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour.
[] My only friends are from my place of employment.
[] I have been to a Tupperware party.
[] I have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.
[x] I have more bills than I can pay.
[] Some of my friends are older than I am…most of them are :)
[x] I can say no to staying out all night.
[x] I use the internet every day.
[] My wardrobe hasn’t changed in a while.
[x] I can read a book and actually finish it.

total: 4

Complete Total: 23

Something tells me this thing is wrong . . .

fools of april

I finally played an April Fools’ joke. And it was priceless.

There’s a background story, so I’ll work through that quickly and get to the good stuff . . . The senior design show is up at BJU right now (which I’m part of). My friend, Jessica, designed these water bottle labels entitled Cool H2O. There was only one slight problem. She claimed in the WARNING that it could cause intense sex appeal. Now, being at Bob Jones, we know that this probably wasn’t the smartest move. I noticed it the night before the show opened, but said nothing. When the show opened, my friend Phil saw it and pointed it out to one of our art teachers. The piece was removed this past Thursday from the show. . . . The other part of the story deals with my job. Just for this to make sense to everyone, I’m the head designer for BJU’s yearbook, the Vintage. This means I work every night from 11:00 – 2:00. The people I’ve worked with have basically become a family to me. Ok . . . on with the story.

This past Sunday when I went up to work, I took my large adidas bag with me. I have a lot of stuff in the office. Before I went up that nite, I washed most of my makeup off, rubbed my eyes for about 10 minutes and made sure to grab my trusty bottle of eye drops. I looked absolutely horrendous. Excellent.

Once there, I quietly began packing all my stuff up. I emptied the 4 drawers that I’ve taken over, throwing away the pointless stuff, all the while taking great care to be noticed without being obvious. The whole situation was awkward. No one would talk. PJ was the only one who spoke to me – he asked me if I was ok and I just nodded and sniffed. At one point, I almost started snickering, so I walked out in the hall to regain my composure. It was perfect timing because Phil was just coming in for the evening.

My back was to him and he yelled something down the hall about hearing all about my dating outing. I just ignored him and kept walking. He picked up quite quickly that something was wrong. Once I was convinced I wouldn’t start laughing when I walked in, I went back to the office and started carrying stuff to my car. Phil followed me out and stammered his way through asking me if I was ok.

It was then I began my sob story. And I quote . . . “My dorm sup called me into her apartment tonite and told me that someone turned me in for the whole ‘sex appeal’ thing. Apparently someone found out that I knew ahead of the show and they pitched a fit about it which resulted in giving me 50 demerits. [This automatically expels you from staff.] She told me to pack all my stuff up tonite.” My voice was even shaking because of nervousness. Of course Phil took it like I was about to cry. Yea for perception.

Phil apologized and didn’t really know what to do next. And then I started smiling. So I told him it was just April Fools’ but that he had to help me trick the rest of the staff. He gladly agreed. We set up our game plan and then he pulled Kellen out of the office to let him know the whole situation of me getting kicked off while I continued to pack up my car. It was still VERY awkward in the office since everyone was kinda ignoring me. Then Phil broke the news to the staff while I sat over in the Collegian office because “I couldn’t handle being in there while Phil told them.” :)

It took a little bit of convincing, but they all believed it. We kept it up till midnite and then told them they were all fools. It was beautiful and priceless.

I’m an amazing actress. If only Jeff Stegall knew. Lol.

Probably my favorite Vintage memory yet.