oh the weather outside is frightful...

oh, the adventures of living on your own in the nasty winter weather.

day 1 sunday: ice covered everything! kaleigh had stayed the night, so we attempted to migrate to mom and dads for the day, which proved dangerous. first of all, ka couldnt see out of her "wonky" eye (ask her for the definition). so driving was quite hilarious. dad took me to work because i was scared of the ice.

day 2 monday: i awoke to a double coat of ice covering everything! my car was especially frozen shut in a little igloo because of 2 days of the nasty weather. me and the girls were outside in our snow gear for an hour scraping, or rather chizzling, the ice away from our cars. i have never seen ice soooo thick before. once we got the ice off we then tried to get my car out of the driveway so i could go get gas. it wouldnt budge. the decline of the driveway made it impossible for my little mustang to reverse. we brought out atleast 10buckets of hot water and poured them on the ground around my tires trying to melt the ice...nothing. so we gave up. once inside we realize that our power has *poof* gone away. i fell down the stairs in the house, and now i have a bruise the size of a baseball on my butt. we locked ourselves in the master bedroom with 7 candles and 20 blankets. we watched My Girl on the hour remaining on karens laptop and then switched it over to the hour remaining on angela's laptop. once the movie was over we braced ourselves for a cold winters nap.

day 3 tuesday (today!): the house was freeeeezzzzzing. the roads are better. so i ventured to gammy and poppys to take a shower and such for work. finals are cancelled!!!

oh what an adventure.

and we call him theo.

i could have sworn that someone was in our attic.
it sounds like the "someone" is dragging a dead body across the ceiling.
it keeps us awake at night.
and wakes us up in the morning.
on one particular day it sounded like the "someone" was dragging itself towards my window, so i lifted the shade and peered outside.
and there he was.
sticking his little head out of a hole in the roof....a squirrel.

so we named him theodore. theo for short.

and theo loves to have parties in the attic on a daily basis.

and i swear he laughed at me the other day when i was walking into the house. he stuck his little head out of the hole and just laughed hysterically.

theo has got to go.

moving out. moving on.

like the leanne rimes song says, "Standing on the border looking out into the great unknown I can feel my heart beating faster as I step out on my own. Theres a new horizon and the promise of favorable wind..."

my great unknown is within reach. its the month of my 22nd birthday, and i am moving out! this week i move into a house with my two best friends...my new horizon, my favorable wind.

pet peeves.

i am an easily irritated individual. pet peeves are abundant in my life. for instance, what is so difficult about the phrase "green means go"? i mean hello, when the light turns green please let us get more than two cars through the intersection before it turns red again. yes, i know that you couples love and adore each other out there in this world, but must we sit on the same side of the booth at a restaurant and share food? there are two sides to a booth for a reason. the same goes for a truck. never in my life will i comprehend what would possess a girl to sit in the middle seat in a truck when there is a perfectly good "passenger seat" located inches away. i hate the wind. yes, it is most definately a pet peeve. yet, for some very odd reason i live in Oklahoma...torture. i can barely make it across campus at UCO without flying a little. i know that people walking by me think i am crazy because i can barely walk and i am "huffing" to myself as i go along my merry way. speaking of UCO, the strange students there do not understand the difference between luggage and a backpack; backpacks are NOT on wheels. yet, my toes get run over on a daily basis. picture this...class gets out, the students race out holding their briefcase/backpack on wheels in the hands...as soon as their foot steps onto the pavement they fling the briefcase/backpack onto the ground transforming it into "luggage" and off they go, running over anyone and anything in their way. it is most ridiculous. while working retail i have discovered all sorts of new pet peeves. people who leave their clothes ALL OVER the floor, or hanging from hooks i didnt know we had on the walls in the fitting rooms. or people that come strolling into the store at 8:55 and ask, "what time do you close?" and when i reply 9oclock, they say "oh good!" and start shopping like they have all the time in the world. but one of my favorites is the older women who come in and expect me to give them personal attention, but they never once remove their designer sunglasses (Gucci, Dior, Chanel, you pick) from their eyes. they waltzed around like they are hot stuff asking for things like "Juicy sweatpants in a size xtra small" when i know without a shadow of a doubt that they couldnt fit into an extra small if their entire life depended on it. they dont understand the phrase "no, we dont carry Juicy, because the store next door carries it."

pet peeves. i could scream.

the end is near.

i think i have changed my major a zillion times in the last 4 years. but i have a final decision.

in high school i thought i was going to do psychology.
then it was undecided.
followed by creative writing.
then journalism.
then a double major in creative writing and english education.
then a major in english education and a minor in creative writing.

and now a major in english and a minor in creative writing!!

peace out education.

so if all goes as planned...i could graduate next december! woot woot woot!!

the court house.

i am not sure that i am cut out for the real world of downtown oklahoma city.

on this joyous day i took a little venture into the unknown: county courthouse.

you see, yesterday i woke up bright and early monday morning to go to work and let the cleaning lady and her "creeper" son in the store to push around dust...(a creeper is one who causes extreme awkward situations to occur, and could quite possibly give you the "all-overs."). well, i was running late, so i decided that the turnpike would be an okay place to speed on considering i havent been pulled over since i was 16 so i must be escaping the law pretty well. but, no. mr. policeman did a nice little u-turn. i was bawling at this point. i got a verbal warning for my 10mph over the speed limit, and a $206 ticket for not being able to find my insurance...yet that could be fixed by a simple trip to the courthouse. which brings me to the events of today...

strike one: parking downtown is a chaotic mixture of one way streets and dodging homeless people.
strike two: metal detectors.
strike three: WAITING in line doesnt do much for my patience
strike four: the man in front of me wanted to see his parole officer.

you would think that there would be a place for someone like me, who only needed to get her little ticket dismissed, to go without having to deal with every incompetent person in oklahoma city in one setting. but, no.

somewhere in the mind.

"In literary criticism, stream of consciousness is a literary technique that seeks to portray an individual's point of view by giving the written equivalent of the character's thought processes, either in a loose interior monologue, or in connection to his or her sensory reactions to external occurrences. Stream-of-consciousness writing is strongly associated with the modernist movement."

one of the most hilarious shows, Scrubs, uses this literary technique to stand out amongst other t.v. shows. a somewhat difficult, yet extremely intriquing, technique.