You Know You're an Addict When...

You know you're addicted to the blog-scene when this looks like a small price to pay for blogging enjoyment:

 

It's official: I must be addicted. I didn't realize just how necessary the world of blogging was to my happiness, until this thing called the Internet stopped working, about a week ago. I am now officially going through blog withdrawals. I've got all the symptoms:

- severe boredom.
- racing creative thoughts with no outlet, whatsoever.
- anxiousness around other people's working computers.
- intense feelings of disappointment when words like "30 days of truth" and "jpeg image" pop into normal everyday conversation (which seems to happen much more frequently during blog withdrawals).
It's not the being-an-addict part of this realization that I have a problem with. In fact, I think I like my addiction. But I'm having the biggest problem accepting that there isn't a cure. Unless you count blogging from the inside of a parked minivan in a library parking lot as some sort of a remedy.
The worst part was when I decided to take pictures with my cell phone to show you exactly what my addiction has turned into, I got the dreaded "Low Battery" beep and scrambled to find my car charger, so I could take pictures. Look what I have turned into!!!! Good thing I only have 5 more days until the Saint of Internet Connections creeps down my chimney to fix the issues I'm having.

Yeahhh.... Happy New Year.

Brrrr...

Dear Winter,

I can't believe it has almost been an entire year since I've seen you. It feels like just a few days ago that you were biting my nose. Don't get the wrong idea! I definitely love having you around, I just think you've been overworking yourself lately! You could definitely go for some vacation time. How about Florida? Or Argentina? Or the Bahamas? You haven't been there in eons! Yes, I will miss you terribly, but don't worry about me. You deserve a get-away. So really, get out there, and get away! :)

Love you bunches!

Love,

Erika

This morning, I crawled out of my snug bed, drank me some steamy coffee, and slipped into one of my favorite warm sweaters. Before heading off to class this morning, I contemplated grabbing a coat. But then I decided, why would I do that? I was warm. Correction: I was warm, inside. I guess I just didn't quite realize it was going to be 24 degrees outside and that the heater in my car would start smelling funny, causing me to turn it off and consequently have frozen finger-pops! I guess I also didn't realize that there would be no where to park on my school campus and that I would have to walk almost 15 minutes to get to my warm classroom!! Needless to say, my sweater wasn't as warm as I was hoping it would be.. But it's one of my favorites, and really really cute. :) But I learned my lesson: If you want to look cute in the winter, listen to your mother, and wear a cute coat.

All Kinds of Wonderful

This week has consisted of:
- dozens of twinkling Christmas lights
- extensive charges to my Kohl's account, courtesy of "holiday shopping" :)
- a hot and steamy affair almost every morning (with my breakfast, of course!)
- a *lovely* interaction with a not-so-helpful police officer regarding my stolen license plates :(
- and lots, and Lots, and LOTS of last minute homework projects.

My case study for elementary reading basically consumed my entire Monday, which was one reason for no blogging. But I learned my lesson: I will not procrastinate anymore. Starting tomorrow. ;)

This week has had it's ups and downs, but as busy as it has been, surviving through it means I'm one week closer to winter break and one week closer to CHRISTMAS! I'm soo excited that it's finally socially acceptable to listen to holiday tunes in public. Because I work at a department store, I've been hearing them since the beginning of September, but I've secretly enjoyed them the entire time. :) One the best parts of my holiday preparations, in addition to the cookie-baking and stocking-hanging is the tree-trimming!

One of my top men :)

 I'm just so excited and can't wait for the next few weeks to fly by. Especially finals week. That week can fly away if it really wants to..

How has your week been?

A Day In My Shoes.

Every other typical Tuesday starts off with the much anticipated late-for-class-again looks from my math professor, then builds up in excitement after hanging out with a bunch of third graders for the afternoon, and often concludes with the usual rustling of papers and keyboard strokes as much prolonged homework reminds me of it's existence. All in all, Tuesdays are pretty, well, normal.
But not today! Today was different. It started off with my stunning the class as I snuck in at a record-breaking 8 minutes late. From that moment, I knew it was going to be a crazy kind of day. Everyone expects to see the sleepy blonde roll in to the 8am elementary math class at a typical 8:06. But this morning, I kept everyone in suspense for an extra two minutes. Can you say "woah?!". Definitely not a typical start to a Tuesday.

But besides my tardiness, math surprised me with a big fat F. Typically, I strive for those B's. I'm so awful at math, so if I get above a C, I'm ready to throw a party. F's generally aren't part of the "let's-throw-a-party" mindset, so I was incredibly disappointed. Well, technically, I wasn't informed of my failing status, but after looking over our tests, my professor said he will be giving a re-test on Friday and that almost every student should opt for the second chance. So I'm pretty sure that means I failed. While the original grade might not be worth a fiesta, I'm pretty stoked I get a second chance. And the fact that I'm not the only one who is deserving pretty much added to the stokedness.

So, let's fast forward now: past the hour of hanging with cute eight year olds, past my *awesome* lunch, and right up to my date with a psycho professor. I'm just kidding: he's entirely psycho, just incredibly enthusiastic for physics. Which, considering that opposites attract, may be the reason we get along so well. But enough about our chemistry in physics, and more about our date. I had missed a very important test a few weeks ago and as luck on this incredible Tuesday would have it, I was allowed to make it up. So after my morning festivities, I hiked over to campus to hang out with my teach as I crammed for a test. But as if being able to make up the long lost test wasn't sweet enough, I made an A!! Which, never happens. Actually, it never has; This was my very first A in Physics Class all semester. Too bad we only have 3 more class meetings to go before the final. But, regardless, it's never too late for an A. :)

I was so excited, and extremely motivated, after the success that I marched down to Student Services to sign up for my upcoming (and hopefully last) semester. Like most other college bound Americans, tuition for school (in addition to a few unexpected and poorly planned mall trips) has all but bled me dry. But after signing up for my last five classes, I had to fork over a whopping....... seventy five dollars. That's right $75 for a semester of classes!! Fine print: I didn't technically sign up for an entire semester because I've been wait listed for two of my classes. But paying less than $100, after scholarships, for three of them definitely made my day a little brighter.

Today probably couldn't get much better.
Correction: As I type this, my tivo died. Actually died! Grey's Anatomy, Dead. Private Practice Dead. Jimmy Kimmel? Yeah, he died too. Today probably couldn't get much worse.
Thank goodness my dad is a nerd. ♥
Today probably couldn't get much better.

All in all, Tuesday's are pretty, well, normal. But not today. Today was different. :)