Heat, cemeteries and hoses.

I think my tolerance to heat has gone down, dramatically.

My parents, my nieces and I went to the cemeteries yesterday to put flowers on everyone's graves - which alone, is fine. But it was nearing the 90 degree weather from hell. That coupled with two kids under the age of 6 makes life a little suckfestish.

Livy (3, youngest) is very intolerant of heat, so she was being carried by this point - because the little plastic wagon was not good enough to lay in. Obviously. And Emma (5, eldest) is a whiner, who finds fault in all things - even if she is the one that dictated it. They're both adorable, generally well-behaved kids, but sheesh - can they whine.

Also, unlike my sister and I - who went to the cemeteries every year - these two were unfamiliar with the custom of not walking on or kicking headstones. I nearly melted with embarrassment/over-heat-ment (?) by the time we left. I'm pretty sure some long-deceased people did a 180 in their graves yesterday. Awesome. I really hope I don't get haunted because of this.

At least it was time to tan and relax after those exhausting three hours (was it only three hours? it felt like a whole day). Of course, my nieces are in love with the hose - and they sprayed everyone in the face at least once.

Always a nice treat when you're on a chair, eyes closed, stretched out like a cat.

So, here's to hoping no ghosts show up and possess my body and/or do me mass amounts of damage over the whole grave-disrespects. Sorry dead people? ...yeah.

Home, garage sale finds and Seether.

So, I've officially been home for over a week now and wow.

I'm sort of ready to go somewhere else for just a little while. Don't get me wrong, I adore being home - but it's sort of hard to not be able to make the decisions after having done so for around 10 months prior to now. Although, it does have it's advantages - like no rent, free food and better cable. So... I should stop complaining now (easier said than done?).

I totally went garage saling (total addict right here) yesterday and Friday - and I made some remarkable finds: one red leather circa-late 90's Buffy-style jacket, gold Marie Antoinette heels and an incredibly angry piggy bank.

I'm nearly certain that my finds are better than anyone else's from yesterday. For real.

Besides finding a shit-ton of stuff (that I probably didn't need) at garage sales, I've been planning my end of summer adventures - and yes, I'm doing it already, I'm a planner, y'all.

My friends and I are going to enjoy the festive nature of the Renaissance Festival at the end of August, THEN we're going to rock the State Fair - and see Seether in concert. My life has been plagued with people who have seen Seether in concert before - and I have yet to be so lucky (woe be my life) - so now I will finally get to say I have seen them, finally. Hinder and Black Stone Cherry shall be there as well, and they're both delicious in concert, people.

That's all I have to update about - now off to sort crap for my own garage sale. Huzzah.

Supported, thankful and incredibly grateful.

So I'm taking a minute to count down my days till I'm done with this school year, and then I'll be back in the safe confines of my hometown.

Three.

Only three days.

I'm shocked, excited, nostalgic, perplexed and antsy all at the same time. I cannot believe this year has finally gotten over with - but I'm also shocked that it's over already. It's like having a duel timeline living inside my brain.

This has been the hardest year of my academic life, because coupled with a more challenging school environment - I was also faced with living alone for the first time ever, in a new city, where I knew so few people it was nearly ridiculous to have come at all.

But I did grow as a person. I found out I could do it, and that I wasn't helpless on my own. I'm a capable person; I'm a resourceful person; I'm able to confront problems and deal with them. These are things that, while I had guessed at before, I'm certain of now. However, I could not have learned any of these things if it weren't for the amazing people in my life.

I really could not have accomplished any of this if it weren't for all of you who've helped me through it - my friends who put up with my whining, bitching and moaning constantly. Those are the people I cannot thank enough, can not adore enough.

If it weren't for your willingness to put up with all my complaints and qualms, I would not have been able to keep (what's left of) my sanity during this extremely confusing time in my life. I know I could not have survived if it weren't for my friends who, even being miles away from me, stayed close to me.

Whether you're a new friend or an old friend, nearby or far away, I say thank you.

Everyone needs a support system, a group of people who they can turn to in times of need, in times of hardship - and I found out who those people are in my life; even if we're not able to always be present in each other's lives in the flesh, we're still able to share our woes and joys via so many other means of communication - whether it's Facebook, Twitter or just old fashioned emails.

I'm so incredibly grateful to have you all in my life, you are absolutely wonderful - each and every one of you.

Lost causes, advice and some wisdom.

I'll fight to the death to save a lost cause.

Of this, I'm quite sure.

It's a ridiculously bad flaw, and one that I'm fully aware of.

Yet, if push came to shove, I'd still do it.

Because I'm obviously broken and/or mentally deficient in other ways. Either way, I'm working on my very own lost cause at the moment. One that is sure to induce lots of metaphorical blood, maybe a little sweat and most assuredly tears of the very real variety.

My advice: never become involved with someone who is still in love with someone else.

It never ends well, and it would appear that it's rather an obvious situation. However, easy smiles and soft eyes can do a lot to dissuade even the strongest individual of the obvious.

And here's my follow up advice: never remain involved in that person's life, while continually fanning the flames of your own desires.

That always backfires. You will betray your own feelings, and most likely that person will pity you rather than sweep you off your feet.

It will be humiliating. There are no other terms for it. Trust my own judgement. Of course, if you continue to foster your own feelings - eternally waiting around for some sort of justification - then fine. Your willing (almost too willing) interest in their lives and wellbeing will most likely be interpreted as the dedication of a great friend.

Which is exactly what you wanted, right? No? Then at least you've not lost someone who obviously meant something to you in the first place.

That can be counted as a "win" in the eternal struggle between winning and losing.

So, at length - don't let your heart lead your head, but don't cut yourself off from the situation either. Just use a little caution and reason before you open yourself up to that certain-someone.

Learn from me. I'm a fountain of painfully-begotten knowledge.

(reposted on my livejournal as well)

Sexting, field-trip fun and ghosties.

So, you ever have a really good sext-athon?

Yeah, it's been one of those nights.

And somebody has got to take my phone away from me, because honestly, it is not a safe place for it to be. I am pretty much willingly setting myself up to be crushed. Again. By the same person. Awesome.

First off, I admit to knowingly starting the conversation - but I take no responsibility to where it has gone. Well, I take some responsibility. Like halfish.

Okay. It's mainly my fault for nudging it in this direction.

But it's not my fault that my intentions got all distorted and sextish. I just wanted him to admit that I was not the only one affected by last spring. Things just went in the wrong direction is all. A very wrong, sexually promiscuous direction.

Up side? He did admit it. Albeit, in a slightly different manner than expected.

I think that sort of counts as a "win" in my book. That is, if I were keeping a winning/losing book. Thank gods I'm not, that beast would be heavy-handed in the lose column. And that would just be depressing, y'all.

In another vein, I'm almost done with the semester! Huzzah! One week, one day. That's it baby, then home sweet, pollen-infested home.

Also? Had an awesome two day field-trip for my Historical Geology class. It was filled with lots of rocks, minor woundings, awkward pool participants and, unbeknownst to us, a lot of haunted shit. Yeah, so not in the tour guide, people. All sorts of mental asylum deaths and suicides apparently occurred at the quarries we went to. Comforting. Really.

I just hope none of us brought home any paranormal hitchhikers, y'all, because I do not need that during finals.

You hear me ghosties? Not right now. Just check back in a week or so.

It's called courtesy.

Boobquake Day!

Hello all, today is National Boobquake Day! Huzzah. This means that it is time to show the ta-tas in an attempt to create scientific results... or to disprove the idea that women's promiscuous fashion styles can create earthquakes. I prefer to think we can create natural disasters with our bodies alone. Because that's a freaking good story. Not such a good story? We cannot create earthquakes with our boobs. That's just a disappointment for everyone involved, so let's stick with the first one.

Worship, harbouring enemies and nocturnal-people.

Worship me, people-who-waste-time-sleeping.

Damn right I'm talking to you. I didn't sleep a wink last night and I have gotten more done before 8 this morning than I have the rest of the week combined.

I got an entire paper out of the way for next week, I got four boxes and two crates packed, I showered and I shaved everything this morning. Not only did I get those menial tasks done, but I also found out I have an amazing ability to style myself when I've gotten no sleep. No joke. I look adorable today. And I was showered and dressed by 5.30 a.m., time-wasters.

I am practically above and beyond human.

I'm pretty much inhuman.

I'm like a Vampire, y'all.

Except, I get super queasy around blood, so keep that shit away from me. For real.

I've only had one more giant spider incident, and one pathetic little beetle (who was nothing after those other beasts).

I think I might be getting past the whole situation entirely. Except I'm still carrying around my Home Defender spray like a life vest, and my flashlight is permanently stashed my pocket at all times - you never know when a dark shadowy area might be harbouring the enemy. Oh, and the whole not-sleeping-thing of course. That's probably not going to work forever, but I'm totally going home tomorrow. It's just when I come back to finish out the semester that I have a problem. Seriously, I'm going to have to forcibly throw myself into attempting sleep. What a waste of time.

I've obviously learned that I'm nocturnal, or else I would not have gotten all this crap done. For real, people, society needs to make the world a little more nocturnal-people-friendly.

That way I can actually get shit done.