August 13, 2014

check that off the list

OK. I did it.

I just hit play on SW. I can't decide if I want to write a stream of consciousness or not, so I'll start with yes and see where it leads. It's 10:09am and I have my coffee, a whole wheat english muffin with crunchy peanut butter and bananas next to me. Outside it's thundering and raining.

From here below there will be no editing, this is straight stream of consciousness.

why are the words at this bizarre angle?
i'm pretty sure i saw the spoof movie where they did this and i didn't get it.


silent runners. weird.

and a trashcan robot that communicates via beeps. [I knew about that one, but i can't remember his name.]

darth vader. "vader in german means father."

I'm curious. are these bad guys humans with masks or do they just look like that? I mean, I know they're actors in masks and plastic suits, but in the movie are they supposed to be humans in masks and plastic suits? does Darth Vader ever take off the mask? how did the sex thing happen with Luke's father?

I can't decide if there's a man inside the gold robot thing or not? His head is so small...

This is literally like a little boy's fantasy with all the made up talk and everything. hilarious. The glowy-eyed little guys dressed like Franciscan monks just showed up.

I thought Harrison Ford was Luke...but apparently not. Luke is so whiney!

"Help me Obeonekanobi, you're my only hope."


Introduction of the light saber.
Definition of "the force." So new age-y. 

"Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerers ways Darth Vader..." His face. OH MY GOSH.

I think that face means Luke is pissed and he wants some revenge.

Harrison Ford! Han Solo. Presh, but carries the same arrogance he does as a man.

Dat jump to light speed. Woah.

The accents of all these confusing.

They are in garbage that only contains metal and water and they're complaining about the smell. WEIRD.
OK, I stopped typing because I was having a difficult time paying attention. I didn't love this movie. I'm sorry. Do I need help? People never say "Star Wars? Meh." They just start telling jokes and talking trivia and I'm all  -__-  WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!?

May the force be with you...and also with you. [That's how my mind works.]

August 10, 2014

to do list

I'm on vacation and I'm pretty stoked about it. OK, fine: I'm positively giddy. This is my first break since December where I don't have some assignment hanging over my head and 60 pounds of nursing textbooks in my bags...I have $1 novels from the clearance shelves at Half Price Books.

I still am approaching this break with a sense of purpose and have created this list of things to accomplish. My goal is to feel that that I have appropriately "breaked" if you know what I mean if you can catch what I'm throwing down if we're speaking the same lingo ...yeah.
  • Lay in the sunshine by the lake, if you follow me on IG you knew this one
  • Read a minimum of 5 novels
  • Drink coffee only in the mornings, unless I want it. My point is that I don't need to drink it to stay awake! 
  • Eat Amish crack...twice, but no more. I must set appropriate boundaries. 
  • Spend a day in Olin alone with a picnic lunch and no phone
  • Kayak before 7am
  • Dance until my feet hurt at Christin's wedding 
  • Hug and laugh and catch up with my Lifesign Loves
  • Purchase my textbooks
  • Visit Kate and eat sundaes at DeBrand's
  • Shop at ClothesMentor
  • Walk most nights
  • Watch Star Wars if it's a rainy day
  • Bake a tomato pie
  • Sew Sarah's wedding present [if I finish it before their one year anniversary, I'm not a terrible friend, right?]
  • Eat as much produce as humanly possible
  • Go to dinner with a delightful group of people in Goshen [Goshen, are you my future home?]
  • Cook for my grandparents
  • Wear sunscreen and a swimsuit
  • Bathe in the lake
  • Peruse the countryside, windows down, music up
  • Eat a glazed doughnut from Foltz's 
  • CORN!
  • Edit pictures
  • Read old issues of Food Network Magazine
  • Allow all the melanin that's been hibernating within me it's time to shine
  • Find a place to pick peaches -- stop telling me they're not ready yet! I'm talking to you, every you pick stand I've looked up!
  • Solo adventure to Turkey Run!
  • Bake something [or perhaps I should say "some things"]
  • Blog if I want to and don't if I don't

August 6, 2014


I've spent the last ten years trying to look my age...this face basically looks almost exactly like my junior year high school picture. I feel pretty proud when people think I'm in my mid 20s, although most guess I'm in my early 20s. World, I am 31. I've tried to attain some aging wrinkles: I'm in the sun! I laugh a lot! I have willed my face to look older and wiser.



I guess it's good skin genes. Thanks, Mom and Dad!

Kindergarten, First Grade, Second Grade

For the record in that second grade picture I'm wearing a jumpsuit made of corduroy. My mom must have really loved outfits that were all one piece because I remember wearing a lot of them. In fourth grade, I'm pretty sure that's another awesome one piece thing. Coulottes? I can't remember for sure.

Third Grade, Fourth Grade, Fifth Grade

If I could go back in time the one thing I would teach my younger self is to use conditioner and brush my hair. Oh geeze...that fourth grade hair. The bangs were also a really good choice with the curls. My scalp was super-sensitive and I hated to brush my hair because of all the tangles I had from my curls. If I remember accurately, in fifth grade I basically quit brushing my hair below the very top layer and I once put it in a topsy-tail [but without the actual TopsyTail (R)] and built up a HUGE dreadlock at the nape of my neck. That might be why my sixth grade hair is the length it is...nothing can explain why it's so pyramidal.


I was dying to have glasses in fifth and sixth grades. The summer before seventh grade my vision finally failed me! Answered prayers! [It was inevitable since both my parents wear glasses.] I chose the tortoise-shell colored metal frames and rocked those glasses for a year...then I got contacts for volleyball in eighth grade. Obviously I really, really, really wanted to wear glasses.

ninth tenth eleventh
Freshman, Sophomore, Junior...and you've seen my senior picture from Judging Amy.

I finally got veneers on my teeth the summer before high school and discovered layers, hair gel, and mousse. What miraculous products!

Those are my school pictures! Hooray for public school pictures to record all those awkward years where I was attempting to figure out my hair and style. (-: