Next goal in life, learn the Hammer Dance

In Spain one of the things I found most fascinating was the phenomena of genie pants. These are just that, GENIE PANTS, and we saw them EVERYWHERE (well everywhere there were Euro-Hippies). I found these pants to be hilarious, and it was an ongoing joke between my family through out the trip, announcing and pointing every time we saw them in public, and sharing a good laugh. Then things got interesting when my mom decided she'd like to buy a pair. To take home, and wear. Not only did she want genie pants, but she wanted tie-dye genie pants. She bought them and I laughed, and I still laugh every time she wears them and she INSISTS that I do this only because I am extremely jealous of her genie pants and because I want a pair so badly of my own. Who knows, maybe in the back of my mind I really DO want a pair of genie pants, maybe I want them so bad, but I just can't admit it to myself? Maybe I am in Denial of the Genie Pants? Maybe I'll never know. I know I did try them on though, and I've never felt more naked in a pair of pants before. Like NOTHING touches your body, it feels pretty weird. Did make for one fun photo shoot with my sisters though.

BEHOLD THE GENIE PANTS IN ALL THEIR GLORY!
Make sure you don't stare directly at the genie pants, or they will put your in a mystifying trance!

Anyways, my mom has these pants on tonight, and we tried to educate her on MC Hammer, because he himself loved those genie pants, more than anyone should EVER love genie pants, and she DIDN'T KNOW WHO HE WAS! So I pulled up a video for her but instead of a music video I pulled this one up. And I really wish I could have been involved in this because the dance look like so much fun.

So much fun I wouldn't even complain about wearing the Genie Pants.

Time between classes that should be spent studying...

Holy Flippin' Crap people, I just took my anatomy lab final and it was brutal. Parts of the brain look a LOT different when they are not all color coded in a very clear diagram and are instead laying there in front of you in the FLESH. Real brains! All I could do was look at them and hear a zombie voice moaning "braaaiiiinnnns"....yum.

Anyways, I'm all moved out, and all moved in, sort of. Boxes, and bags, and CRAP is just EVERYWHERE over at my mom's and I basically have to make a zig zag walking pattern to get anywhere in the house. It will most likely stay like this for a while, or at least for this week considering I don't plan on making much ground because I have too much school stuff to try and concentrate on. Try and concentrate on.

Anyways, oh wait I already used an "anyways" in this post, this post is basically just piles of crap for you to read, sorry about that. Seeing how classes are almost over, I'll be finding out soon whether or not I get into the Occupational Therapy Assistant program. Do me a favor and close your eyes now and visualize seeing a post on this blog in the next couple of weeks that reads "I GOT INTO THE OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY ASSISTANT PROGRAM!!! REJOICE REJOICE REJOICE!!!", because believe me any little thing will help. I'm trying not to stress too much about it, and instead just focus on getting good grades in my classes, but, I NEED TO KNOW ALREADY!

Oh, Frustration how you taunt me.

End of the dance year means....Recital!

The recital was this weekend and I have to say I am quite pleased with how it all turned out. I questioned whether I wanted to teach several times through out the year, and yes, at times it was frustrating, but being there at the recital and seeing how far the girls have come made me feel all squishy. Squish squish. They worked really hard and I'm really proud and feel like I really accomplished something...it was a challenge at times, but I think it was all worth it in the end. Who knows, maybe I'll teach again next year!

Back stage with (some of) the girls...aren't they lovely?

"Crazy Little Thing Called Love" Tap Dance
(I don't know why but this video might get stuck, just skip ahead a little bit and it should keep going)

"I Miss You" Lyrical Dance

It's been a weird day

I spent five hours this morning being chauffeured around in a weird smelling minivan driven by a friendly Indian man who doesn't speak that much english handing out pharmacy business cards to random kwiki mart convenient stores.

Then I drove my boss' car to the dealership so it can get a scheduled check up and I've been here in the waiting room for an hour already and I've just been informed I have another hour to go.

This is all normal stuff right?

Can I get a Hallelujah!

Success! Poopy Pony Purple is Perfect (say that five times fast)! I'm really happy, and I'm also done with painting for at least the next five years. So, if you have plans to paint in the near future 1. Good Luck with the color choice, buy a sample first! and 2. Do NOT call me or I may come over with a loaded paint roller and roll a nice strip of paint ON YOUR FACE.

Mom helped big time today. She had the idea for mixing the paint, helped me mix and clean the rollers, and painted the majority of my room....love my Mama!

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So the last day we can be in our place is this Thursday. I haven't started packing yet. It's okay though, I only have the recital this weekend, a lab quiz on Monday, an exam on Tuesday, another exam on Wednesday, and a paper/project due on Thursday, so I obviously have more free time than I know what to do with right now....yeah....some how I need to get through all of that, work, and move into the new place.

What is that? You're dying to know where this fantastic new location I'll be living at is?

.........................My Mom's. Yay for being 25 and living at home, can I get a Woop Woop!

My sister and I really need to save some money, and we're both in school, and we spent half our time over there anyways so....yeah. Back at home. I feel embarrassed, disappointed, and somehow very excited at the same time. I like my Mom's house. I LOVE the yard, and the trees, and our place has just started to feel a little dingy (it very often houses a very, very, funky smell which may or may not be radiating off the funky coach Jaffy bought off Craigslist or it may or may not be coming from the unchanged carpet padding which holds the past owner's dog's smell all up in it). It's going to be a little cramped here, but it's only temporary. I just need to get to a better financial spot and get through school. Both things WILL happen.

Anyways, I have paint on my face, on my shirt, on my pants, in my hair, under my nails and in between my toes and it's 2:30 in the morning and I have to work tomorrow (ugh). So stop keeping me up damnit I have to sleep! Quiet now!

Good Night

So. I repainted.

In the hardware store where I bought the paint, I agonized over two colors that looked exactly the same except a slight minor difference. One was a little more purple, the other maybe a little more silver purple-blue. About 15 minutes went by and in my head I was spinning, flipping between the two paints that looked exactly the same and was pretty much at war with myself. I didn't want to make another bad decision alone so I called my sister and she drove to the hardware store to help (good sister!). For another 10 minutes we debated the choice, and I think at this point the sales girl was getting more than a little annoyed, although she hid it well and acted patient (but she must have been annoyed because we were annoying, and I was even annoyed at us). Poor Sales Girl.

In a split second change of mind, I went with the purpler one of the two.

I painted for over FIVE hours yesterday, but I got a solid first coat down. How'd the paint turn out? Well, remember when I said I didn't want to pick a light purple because I'd be all "Holy Crap my walls are purple and I feel like a 7yr old girl"? Guess what! HOLY CRAP MY WALLS ARE PURPLE AND I FEEL LIKE A 7YR OLD GIRL!

HA! ha..... ha. (breaks down sobbing)

It's like a princess pony palace in there. It doesn't help that in there I have a tiny bed with a tiny white little girl bed frame and headboard (remnants of Rylee's old room) and unicorn knobs on my closet doors (again, remnants). But seriously, the paint is BRIGHT purple and my room now looks totally slumber party ready. Dig out those sleeping bags!

However.

My brilliant mother had the brilliant idea of combining the Poop Purple with the Pony Purple to create one splendid Poopy Pony Purple! Doesn't sound appealing but I think it might just work. We've done a little mixing on a small scale and I think the choice of 2 parts Pony to 1 part Poop could possibly be something I'll be happy with.

So....

I'm painting AGAIN!

Third time BETTER be the charm. That's all I'm sayin' bout that.

All Kinds of WRONG

I tried to paint my room last night.

I was all set up. NPR's All Song Considered was streaming from my laptop, my pajamas were on, and I had a fresh paint can at my feet, feeling geared up and ready to paint for hours. Opened the paint can...things looked good...then I put my first strip of paint on the walls and....TA-DA! Poop. It looked like Poop.

Absolutely NO WHERE near the color I wanted. I don't know how this happened? The night before at Pete's I picked out this color from the pile of swatches I had brought along with me. It was between this one and one that looked just looked a little too hued pink. He must have an extremely bright room and I, a dark dungeon of gloom, because the silvery purple I loved so much and so confidently bought first thing yesterday morning looks like sayitwithme POOP. I just don't know what I was thinking? Oh wait, yes I do, "I don't want it too be too light because then I'll wake up and be all 'Holly crap my walls are purple' and I'll feel like a 7 year old little girl". Stupid, stupid me.

"Violet Evening" by Laura Ashely DON'T BUY IT

This is just really frustrating because I have not much time before I need to be out of my house and I wanted to paint while the new room was semi-empty. Twenty-three dollars and one night of perfect painting free time....GONE.

So now here's the question: Do I leave work early today to try and correct this problem and get the painting out of the way so I can concentrate on packing? Or do I work, and paint in bits and pieces around boxes and a huge mess in the room? Decisions!!

Lesson Learned: Don't get deep into a gallon of paint until you have a little bit on your walls. Because if it looks like poop like it does in my case, you'll have a gallon of Poop Paint laying around your house for the rest of you life. AND NOBODY WANTS THAT!