I suppose it all began when Austin visited Sunday and left with his "Surfer Crossing" sign, much to my grief. I'd grown VERY attached to it. I started to remember what the room used to look like when Austin lived here. Almost every wall was decorated somehow: memoirs, posters, a giant painting...Even his refrigerator was personalized with art.
I look around at the very same walls and I notice that the only things attached to them are my chibi angel/evil cutouts (from back when I did my photography self-portrait), and my Maxine calendar (which will need replaced before I know it). I never had much wall art in my Colby apartment either: my calendar and clock, and a print I'd done in art appreciation, at the most. My walls say nothing about me. They're just...there...holding up the roof and keeping the Kansas wind out.
Yep. It's boring alright. Sure, I have other means of decorating, but it isn't enough to keep from being overwhelmed by white. And that, my blog readers, is why I have come to an important decision. It is in my power and ability to COVER my walls with my personality. How would I accomplish such a task, you are probably not wondering? Well, I have paper. Sketch and printer paper. I also have many crayons, markers, sharpies, pens, and colored pencils. I have divided my walls into 8 sectors for art to go. I have assigned to those sectors a theme and number of pages to be placed.
There are some themes that I simply do not have the talent or patience to draw. That is where my lovely printer comes in. For instance: a few themes I will be printing are Seasons, Abstract, and Anime. One page from the Music sector will be printed, as well. The rest I shall (attempt) to draw and color. *gasp!* Amy? Coloring? :O Yes.
You may also not be asking yourself "How the heck is she going to stick all that up?" Well, I'll tell you: It won't be duct tape. I love duct tape, but in my experience, it falls off after time and the adhesive leaves a yellow stain of hardened goo. I would also like to take all my wall decor with me when I move. Lucky for me, these walls are drywall and I have several tacks that I wouldn't use for anything else...except maybe to stab something that's getting on my nerves.
Wish me luck! And that concludes my organized thought. Ladybugs are immune to finger guns. I enjoy crocheting hats. I want the highs back in the mid 70's so that I can enjoy a hammock nap. That is all. *salute*
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Da da da DA!
I started my day as usual: hitting the snooze on my alarm as many times as I could get away with. Or at least, that plan was in progress until Dad called around 8. I got up and answered it, unsure what he wanted. I call that an amazing feat, considering it was on vibrate, several feet away. Unless you consider the rattling it made on the surface. Then it isn't at all amazing.
What did he tell me? JoAnna, my beloved sister JoAnna, was in labor (well, not really. just contractions). I instantly became alert, which usually takes about an hour and a half to accomplish. I immediately got on Facebook, got dressed, changed my status, wrote on Jo's and Steve's wall, ate breakfast, studied a little for the Child and Developmental Psych test I had that afternoon, and left for class. When was the last time I was actually kinda early for my first class? It's been a while.
After that class, I have a break, which I spent studying. There is no way I was going to bomb THAT test. For my niece's sake. Why? The topics being tested on were infancy and physical development. Meanwhile, I also got a text from Jo, keeping me updated. Yay! *feels special* The last thing she told me before my test was that she was starting labor, which of course I shared with my CDP instructor, Dr. Partick. She wants to see pics on FB when I get 'em, hehe. *ahem* The studying helped, I'm sure. I'm confident that I passed.
When that was all over, I went to Walmart for my step-nephew's "welcome to siblinghood" gift and gift bag stuff for Jo when I see her next. (And the text I got from her when I just got home, at 3, told me "Halfway there, Amos. Then the pushing stuff. Love you. You're going to be an amazing aunt." Exciting!
Later, I assembled said stuffs and waited. Then, at 9-late-something, as I was writing this blog, Dad calls again, adds Kate to the line, and says that "We've got a new granddaughter"! (*ahem* No, Dad, YOU have a new granddaughter. WE have a new niece.)
Yep! 8:38 PM, October 27th, 2010, Taylen Trezise was born at 6lbs, 10ozs, and 19 inches! They haven't decided on a middle name just yet. I updated my status again with the news and finished this entry.
I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to frown for a while. ^u^
What did he tell me? JoAnna, my beloved sister JoAnna, was in labor (well, not really. just contractions). I instantly became alert, which usually takes about an hour and a half to accomplish. I immediately got on Facebook, got dressed, changed my status, wrote on Jo's and Steve's wall, ate breakfast, studied a little for the Child and Developmental Psych test I had that afternoon, and left for class. When was the last time I was actually kinda early for my first class? It's been a while.
After that class, I have a break, which I spent studying. There is no way I was going to bomb THAT test. For my niece's sake. Why? The topics being tested on were infancy and physical development. Meanwhile, I also got a text from Jo, keeping me updated. Yay! *feels special* The last thing she told me before my test was that she was starting labor, which of course I shared with my CDP instructor, Dr. Partick. She wants to see pics on FB when I get 'em, hehe. *ahem* The studying helped, I'm sure. I'm confident that I passed.
When that was all over, I went to Walmart for my step-nephew's "welcome to siblinghood" gift and gift bag stuff for Jo when I see her next. (And the text I got from her when I just got home, at 3, told me "Halfway there, Amos. Then the pushing stuff. Love you. You're going to be an amazing aunt." Exciting!
Later, I assembled said stuffs and waited. Then, at 9-late-something, as I was writing this blog, Dad calls again, adds Kate to the line, and says that "We've got a new granddaughter"! (*ahem* No, Dad, YOU have a new granddaughter. WE have a new niece.)
Yep! 8:38 PM, October 27th, 2010, Taylen Trezise was born at 6lbs, 10ozs, and 19 inches! They haven't decided on a middle name just yet. I updated my status again with the news and finished this entry.
I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to frown for a while. ^u^
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
What a way to start a blog...>.>
This is not what I wanted to start my blog with, but it must be vented. Who reads this anyway? Helloooo online diary...
When I was at CCC, my grades were admirable enough to get me a tutoring position and a spot in the honor society (and on the honor roll). Ok, I admit I got a little slack near the end, but I still managed well enough and my parents were proud. My question is "What the freak-toast HAPPENED?". Now that I am at FHSU, I have no job and my mid-term grades...unmentionable. >.< If only I could reset the semester...I would be sure to get to all my classes, health permitting, and keep up with the work. I suppose I haven't because I've been working on my darling niece's baby blanket, the one thing I can be proud of accomplishing. My other downfall? Anime. And manga...Aaand fan fiction. Have I no restraint? Perhaps a little, but it doesn't come CLOSE to being enough to resist those lovely things.
I learned in my Advance General Psychology class that when you apply to a graduate program, they tend to pay most attention to the most recent 60 hours. What? But my FIRST 60 hours were MUCH better! Ok, so it's still early and there's time to redeem myself. Oh, and get this, there's a little thing called the GRE that I have to take. It's like the ACTs or SATs. Ugh. I doubt I'm ready to do that yet. Who knows? Maybe after I graduate (assuming a miracle happens and I get my butt in gear to focus) I'll take some time off to work, preparing for that blasted exam. (random: I'm gonna guess that it stands for Graduate R-something Exam...Looked it up. Graduate Record Examination. Eh, close enough)
SHOULD I even try to get my Master's? Am I capable of conquering such a challenge? Is it even worth it? Hays offers School and Clinical Psychology graduate programs, which is good considering those are what I'm trying to decide between. But I also need a back up plan. Where do I go if I'm rejected here?
Alright, alright, I'm getting ahead of myself. First order of business: Get caught up in my too neglected work and stop getting so distracted by my nurtured addiction...s. I'll let ya know how that goes. *salutes*
When I was at CCC, my grades were admirable enough to get me a tutoring position and a spot in the honor society (and on the honor roll). Ok, I admit I got a little slack near the end, but I still managed well enough and my parents were proud. My question is "What the freak-toast HAPPENED?". Now that I am at FHSU, I have no job and my mid-term grades...unmentionable. >.< If only I could reset the semester...I would be sure to get to all my classes, health permitting, and keep up with the work. I suppose I haven't because I've been working on my darling niece's baby blanket, the one thing I can be proud of accomplishing. My other downfall? Anime. And manga...Aaand fan fiction. Have I no restraint? Perhaps a little, but it doesn't come CLOSE to being enough to resist those lovely things.
I learned in my Advance General Psychology class that when you apply to a graduate program, they tend to pay most attention to the most recent 60 hours. What? But my FIRST 60 hours were MUCH better! Ok, so it's still early and there's time to redeem myself. Oh, and get this, there's a little thing called the GRE that I have to take. It's like the ACTs or SATs. Ugh. I doubt I'm ready to do that yet. Who knows? Maybe after I graduate (assuming a miracle happens and I get my butt in gear to focus) I'll take some time off to work, preparing for that blasted exam. (random: I'm gonna guess that it stands for Graduate R-something Exam...Looked it up. Graduate Record Examination. Eh, close enough)
SHOULD I even try to get my Master's? Am I capable of conquering such a challenge? Is it even worth it? Hays offers School and Clinical Psychology graduate programs, which is good considering those are what I'm trying to decide between. But I also need a back up plan. Where do I go if I'm rejected here?
Alright, alright, I'm getting ahead of myself. First order of business: Get caught up in my too neglected work and stop getting so distracted by my nurtured addiction...s. I'll let ya know how that goes. *salutes*
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