Getting to the point.

This week is quickly coming to a close. For any of you who are in leadership training positions or have ever been to a camp of pretty much any type you know this one thing- that means it is about to get juicy. I am coming to that inevitable point where you have to reveal more of yourself than you really ever wanted to because the fluff is gone, and there may be tears. Thank goodness this is online so you don't have to see them or heaven forbid reciprocate them. Especially since I am a CRYER, in the sorority world there is a joke-ish saying “one tear classy, two tears trashy" Let me tell you, I am a trashy trashy girl if that is true. But that is enough of a delay- on to the good stuff.

I thrive only under pressure. I do it to myself you know, and I know you are all thinking, duh me too. It is sad in my opinion that so many of us are forced to thrive under pressure, to live and work under pressure alone. However, when things are easy and good I am lost, I don't even want to get out of bed. When there is some huge project I have to do I groan because it is what you are supposed to do... twelve hour shift? Ughhhhhh- I don't wanna! but a part of me is like wait, that is a long shift and I also have a midterm next week, oooh and that huge paper, and four scarves to sew. How am I going to get this all done. I am strangely morbidly excited. Because four scarves were not enough to motivate me to get moving, neither was four scarves and a midterm. The huge paper spiced it up, but not until there is no feasible way for me to accomplish everything am I actually ready to do anything.

Mind you, this does not mean that on any given day I don't do what i am supposed to, because I am generally good. But this weekend is stacked to the nines. I need literally 72 hours to get everything for Saturday accomplished. I am stressed to the point that I have given myself a fever, (no blemishes yet, thank you man upstairs!), and I really kind of love it...

The truth is...

I am messy. I am a wreck of un-organized hot glued finger tips, spilled drinks, and all sorts of other mess. Today at work I was charged with a simple task, all I had to do was paint, in large font, numbers 1-10. Because it is a cold and blustery day in Washington I was wearing comfy pants ( sufficient stretch required) and a nicer fluffy (not weird though) white sweater. Already you are thinking what I should have BEFORE volunteering for the task, paint+white sweater= bad luck. But I do not think that far ahead EVER for any project so, without hesitation I volunteered. Things were rolling along very smoothly until poster number 7, and the opening of the orange paint. This seemed like every other poster, like every other plastic jug of paint, this one was completely occluded at the top by old paint, but not out of the ordinary. UNTIL two seconds after it's opening when the orange paint decided to make me suffer and literally exploded leaving me, the only victim splattered in paint. Clearly this is only 65ish percent my fault. However, and sadly so, this is not the first time something like this had happened to me. I cannot go around wearing aprons and bibs full time at 22 years old, but it is not a little known fact around here that I am the messy one. Any survival tips, or better yet in my case... stain removal tips??

Truth #2

I am a "procraftinator" There. I said it. Actually, I think I may have coined a new term... pretty cool if I do say so myself, and I do. I craft, a lot. But though it is something I love, I cannot just sit down and do it. That is, unless I have something else I have to do i.e "study for my really important human physiology exam? Nah, I think I will knock out a couple of necklaces instead" or "vacuum the carpet? ahhh, I really need to start a couple of bracelets!"

you know how women joke around about their husbands starting projects and never finishing them? Yeah, that's me too. As much as I really hate to admit to this one, B. will certainly be the first to tell you about the volume of craft supplies or half started pieces I have lying all around our apartment. Maybe I should just go buy some frames and use them as decoration until I can get to finishing them. I am looking at them all over the place anyway, might as well spiff it up a little, riiiight?????

A week of truths

I figured the best way for you to figure me out is to actually read about me, go figure, huh? So this week will just have a general one truth a day theme, enjoy!

For starters- I am a kinesiology major. This is a science based heavily in exercise science, and I cannot tell you how many times I have heard that "exercise releases endorphins, and reduces stress." I buy it, I have seen it, I know B. is a grump if he doesn't get his sweat on first thing in the morning. I, however, believe I am defective. There are rare occasions where I walk out of the gym with a big ol' smile on, feeling good about life, but the rest of the time I am frustrated. I am impatient while I am there because as much as I need and want to actually work out, I want even more to be out of the gym and crafting or sewing. I also get frustrated that we have to wake up so darn early to get to the gym and I hate waiting for that little number on the scale to drop. I am trying to counteract this exercise frustration by keeping fun incorporated, I tried Zumba, I mix up my machines, I even let B. train me (more torturous for him I am certain) Working out is still a struggle though- fresh ideas anyone?