On wanting to remove my throat...

Bah. Ever since I was little, I've always had throat things. I used to get strep throat constantly (it's been a few years since that, thank goodness) and the days I'd stay home from school would be due to throat discomfort. Oh, how close and I those long swabs were. How very well I knew how to read a strep throat test (which, funnily enough, quite reminds me of a pregnancy test).

And so, here I am. On the eve of my second day of my return to work and a little doped up on percocet, wishing I could lose feeling already. Or at least knock back out again. (And I kind of feel like I'm about to faint? I think. I don't know... It's an interesting feeling.)

Jingle Ball was the S-H-I-T!!!!!! SO awesome. Oh my gosh, lol. And what's completely ridic is how ecstatic Cris and I were. Jumping around, squealing, taking pictures... I swear we were having more fun than the front row (and CERTAINLY for a much cheaper price!!! FREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!). Then, of course--because no night would be complete otherwise--I went home and "discussed" with my mother (aka, argued) about my going out.

The night previously was also quite enjoyable. Thanks to Stephen for hosting, and to Mr. Vodka for supplying the fun. I spent the night at Cristy's (well, really, the morning, since we got there at 5), nursing my slight hangover. I checked off yet another thing of my "College Experiences" list.

Crap, my throat's on fire suddenly. -_-'

Allen and I are currently in a poke war--one that I WILL win, if only out of sheer obstinacy. So far, I'm totally winning. I poke back quicker. Yeah, I said it.

Work was eh today. I guess a job's a job. But I'm already bored and it's only day one. I plan on working through the semester, too. Thankfully, it's just twice a week. Probably like from 10-3:30 on Mondays and Wednesdays. Then I can drag my not-so-happy ass up to BBC campus for my classes. (Actually, it may work out better this way because I'll be, in fact, closer to the expressway. I work right off of the I-95 ramp on US-1. Hopefully I can just take the handy-dandy Express Lane!)

Ah, I rediscovered my road rage today. I was fine on the way to work--it was actually surprisingly smooth. Got there in like 25 minutes (record!). But on the way back? HA. I kept getting cut off (but Lexuses--Lexii?) and it was pissing me OFF. I was tailgating them the whole time. 'Cause hey, if you can cut me off and keep pace with me, fine. But to make me brake so that I can match your THIRTY MPH SPEED?!?!?! Oh, I almost cut a bitch. Oh, and then there was this stupid friggin' jeep that like... Idk, couldn't wait FIVE SECONDS for me to pass (there was no one behind me!) and I swear I almost rammed into them just to show them not to be such ASSES. Ugh. I swear. This raises my blood pressure...

The roses at the top are from Allen. He brought them to me on Sunday. :) They smell amazing.

Thanks for readingggggggg.

On music...

Lately, a few songs have been catching my attention.

A few of them?

• Then - Brad Paisley
• Bad Romance - Lady GaGa
• Ecstasy - ATB
• Cowboy Casanova - Carrie Underwood
• I Want You To Want Me - Cheap Trick (this one comes back into my good graces frequently)
• Need You Now - Lady Antebellum (who, I've recently discovered, are AWESOME)

I'll leave it there. But I'm a little obsessed. Because every time that one of those songs (amongst others) comes on the radio, I get a little cooky.

Elise is home, :-D. She's currently sleeping upstairs in my bed, lol. I took a nap earlier, and I've always stayed up later than her anyway.

Oh, also, a roach just made its way past me. And, because I'm ridiculous, I was completely unable to do anything except watch it, wishing the Killing-Roach Fairy would swoop down and do away with that one and all others.

Fuckin' roaches.

Finals week is over, yay!!! (And at this point, I feel it necessary to say: HA HA, MICHAEL! I'M DONE AND YOU'RE NOT, HA HA!!!) Here's hoping I did well. Sadly, I don't feel as relieved as I thought. Maybe because I have to go to work next week and I really don't want to. I wanted so badly to sleeeeeeeeeeeep over the break! Enjoy my time before getting my not-so-happy ass dragged to Peru. Bah. Whatevs.

Today I went with Mai and Cris to the Y100 studios in Miramar to pick up our Jingle Ball tickets!!!!!!!!!!! [insert that weird shrieking thing I've been doing for the past week. Strange, I'm way super excited about this. Here's hoping it doesn't suck.]

(I keep glancing around, hoping the mother fucking roach doesn't pop out at me from wherever. There's this little piece of dark paper on the floor and I keep losing track of it and thinking it's the roach. DIE, YOU CREEPY LITTLE FUCKER!!! DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!)

Oh, I got Kelly Clarkson's latest album and I think I like it! Ay, si, I've been bored of the music on my iPod... Speaking of, gotta buy another charger... Since the one we bought online doesn't seem to want to charge my iPod. Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

My plans for this weekend shall be fun. It began tonight, with seeing my best friend who sucks and goes to FSU. That was nice. Again, I'm happy about my new music. Tomorrow, I'm having lunch with Natalie Diaz, whom I loveeeeeee. Then, at night: LET'S GET CRUNKKKKK!

:-D

Lol. Saturday's Jingle Ball. Which is gonna be so fantastic! And then, Idk, I might go home after. I might need to sleep. I want to sleep for like 12 hours.

And Sunday, Allen and I shall hunt down some place to watch Dexter. :-D

Ok. Enough rambling. I really only wrote something to write something because I've been neglecting my poor blog as of late.

Thanks for reading, Michael. Since you're, like, the only one who does, lol.

On a delicious dream...

So. I discovered my dream house last night.

I dream every now and then. I don't usually like it though. Usually, the dream involves me being anxious or something like that. Or being short on time. Or being followed. Etc.

But last night...

So, I think I know where this stems from. Early yesterday, a flyer arrived at my house about this house being sold in Snapper Creek. I'd remembered that my mom had considered buying another house about a year and a half after we moved here. It was a beautiful lakefront property with a white picket fence and everything.

Anyway. My dream.

The house was still in Snapper Creek. But three stories (and a half, sort of. There was a semi-loft). It was kind of Victorian looking. But a more modern Victorian. The house was all different sorts of levels, and the hallways were tight and cramped, and dark. It was a little topsy turvy and a little chaotic.

The master bedroom had two lofts. One led to a little bed in a sort of nook-like place. The other was a short spiral staircase that led to a library.

Love. This was love.

This is what I want.

On being a sister of the best organization ever...

Yesterday I was initiated into Alpha Omicron Pi Fraternity. I can honestly say that it was one of the best feelings in the world, to be there with my sisters (and even Susan Danko! Who is a totally awesome PIP and just... Awesome, lol). I can't wait to have my badge, but getting my jersey was enough for now. Those letters... Ah. I've got it hanging in my close, and I keep looking at it and smiling. I can't wait to wear it to school tomorrow.

There were a few things I discovered about AOII (obviously). If I loved it before, I'm obsessed now. I look forward to so many more laughs and dinners and Ritual again (they weren't kidding, it does take a few times, lol).

So I've gotta buy a silver chain for my lavalier. But when this will happen is looking grim. November kind of sucks, lol. In a good way. Like, I'm going to love November. But it's going to be exhausting.

This upcoming week is Homecoming Week. I'm looking forward to the comedian tomorrow. I have to get tickets for that, I think... Hmmm. Then I've got a huge astronomy test Tuesday (I'm currently putting off studying by catching up on Grey's Anatomy. After that, however, I think I might actually have to study... Bummer. I really should get my ass to the library, or else I won't do anything), and then it's Lip Sync later that night. Mom's in surgery Wednesday, so so much for my day off!!

Yada yada, the rest of the week will go on by. Friday I'm going to Round Up!!! :) For the first time evarrrrrrr with my sisters. First time period. Saturday's the game then... And I think that's when we do the float, too...

I'm so lame, I'm excited about being added to the initiated sisters' server, lol.

I'm sad the Greek season is over. I think it starts up again in March. Which is good, because it just got juicy with Cappie and Casey and whatnot.

Grey's also got amazingly much better! SO SHOCKED!! This merger was the best thing that could have happened to the show. 'Cause, no lie, it was getting pretty boring.

Other shows blowing my mind? Dexter, Glee, and White Collar. Apparently Vampire Diaries kicks some ass too, but I'm just not interested. Maybe after November, lol.

I like Chili's bottomless refills thing. :) Diet Coke for lifeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Thanks for reading.

On school, its stresses, the harvest, and polygamy...

Bueno.

Aqui estoy. Apparently I haven't written in forever and it made Deya cranky. (Look! Personal shout out!)

I'm watching Big Love right now, sipping a diet coke. I probably should be writing that durn paper. But I just don't want to. It's not due until Friday at midnight. And I've already got a draft. So no big, right? Righttttttttt.

I've been hooked on Farmville. Lame. I know. What's next? I mean, really. What, I'll make my dogs a facebook?

Ah... Pero wait.... lol.

But yeah. I've got raspberries, squashes, artichokes, cotton, rice, pumpkins, soybeans.... Got a few cows, some chickens, elephants, a goat and a sheep. Oh, and a horse. :) I'll get bored in a few days, lol. I feel the boredom already.

This Saturday's a service mixer for AOII and Alpha Phi Alpha (I think?), and I'm supposed to be in charge of food. But I don't know where to get this food from? Lol. Oh, silly little me.

And whilst near this subject (that is, Alpha Omicron Pi--aka, the best sorority evarrrrrr), has this cute little idea for themes for our new member meetings.

Which of course stress me out. Because it's me and nothing can be simple. And I like to be a perfectionist. I could just throw on a shirt with Mickey on it or something. But no. I actually have to get a costume, lol. Ay. Natali. So crazyyyyy.

I had coffee with my Panda Pal today. :) It was great. I love her. She's adorable. :) Pero you know, being awake at 9 am is way too damn early, lol.

I wish there were like these little villages you could live in for like a week or something and experience life in different periods of history--the Renaissance (actually, I don't care to go there. But it's an example), Regency England, Colonial America, Ancient Rome, etc. And I know there are some places like that. But I want more. And cheaper, lol.

I'd like to live in a polygamist compound for a week, as one of the sister-wives. Just to see what it's like. I think it's great in concept--like communism. However, human nature just doesn't work that way. Once put into practice, it collapses.

SO, here's my proposition. Revert back to old styles of living! We should have compounds of different families. A bunch of little houses arranged around a central square. Yes. And everyone has their own role within the family. Fantastic. Me gusta. Like a little pueblo.

Hmm. Almost 2 am. My strawberries should be ready.

Arrivederci.

Thanks for reading,
Natali

On pathetic pets...

So, I have two dogs (as any of you who will read this will know), Papito & Clarice.

Papito doesn't play fetch. He doesn't really do much of anything, really. The only thing that excites him is food and walks.

Clarice plays fetch. Clarice never chills out. She likes food and walks, too--and jumping and running and sitting on my stomach and hogging the attention and being a brat and being obese and eating and being with me CONSTANTLY and etc.

So at first, one would think that Papito has absolutely no personality. Not true! And my friends always have their favorite (usually Papito), even though Clarice gets more attention (because she's an attention whore).

But moving on. I took them for a walk and decided to play fetch with Clarice. This would serve several purposes:

1. One of the two things that gets Papo excited is a walk. (The other is wet dog food.) Otherwise, he's comatose.
2. Clarice is obese. (Ha ha, if she were in school, the mean kids would call her "Obese Clarice!") She needs exercise.
3. I get to live out one of those stupid "American" moments--playing fetch with my dogs in the park. (What's funny is that my dog is six or seven inches at the shoulder and looks nothing like a golden retriever.)
4. It will tire Clarice out so she isn't so rambunctious and bugs me less.
5. It would save me from homework for awhile.

Fiddle-dee-dee, right? ("Gone with the Wind" allusion.)

Hmm. They last five minutes outside before they were panting, refused to (in Clarice's case) play more fetch, and basically sat their rumps on the ground and my mom and I had to carry them back.

What's more?

Now, after the event, they're both super hyper. Fack.

First two weeks of school have flown by. I like this. Let's just keep up the pace now.

Recruitment week just ended! :-D I'm now a proud new member of AOII!!! Can't wait for all that's ahead.

Unfortunately, until then, I've got homework. >.<

...Right after I watch "Greek."

Lol.

Thanks for reading!

On stubborn donkeys...

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a
well. The animal cried piteously for hours as
the farmer tried to figure out what to do.


Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the
well needed to be covered up anyway;
it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and
help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began
to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the
donkey realized what was happening and cried
horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he
quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally
looked down the well. He was astonished at what
he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his
back, the donkey was doing something amazing.
He would shake it off and take a step up

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel
dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it
off and take a step up.

Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey
stepped up over the edge of the well and
happily trotted off!
*****
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds
of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well
is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of
our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out
of the deepest wells just by not stopping,
never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up..