Yay Summer?

While sitting here at work and listening to the usual chatter, I realize that school is almost over for the semester which makes me pretty excited. This semester I was taking two night classes which filled up three nights a week. I know there are a lot of people who do much more than that but for me this was a little rough. I'm excited for the summer to come, but not for the heat!

Living in Arizona during the summer wasn't the best of ideas and I figure I'm still a little too young to do the snowbird thing. I do get to look forward to a couple trips in the next few months.

First I get to go to California for a... card tournament. Ariel, Michael and I will be driving over there to do some Kaijudo duels. Despite the nerdiness of it, I'm very excited.

Second, I get to go back home to Washington for the weekend and this time I'm bringing Adam with me. I'm looking forward to showing him the house I grew up in, my old schools, and our tiny town. We are also bringing my nephew and my brother's cat with us on the plane so that ought to be an adventure.

Thirdly, I have a family reunion to go to in July! We will be driving to Utah to a ranch to spend a few days there with all the family (which is a rather large group).

So, despite the heat, I'm ready for the summer!

Haley's Average Morning

6:00. Alarm goes off.  Hit snooze.
6:30. Second Alarm goes off. Half awake now.
Start looking through Instagram in the attempt that it will wake me up.
Fail three times at this.
It is now 7:30. Grab my 5' bear, Lincoln, and soak in the last of his fuzzy warmth.
Fall asleep again.
It is now 7:50.
Crawl out of bed. 25 minutes till I need to leave for work.
Look in the mirror and assess damage.
37 seconds to calculate appropriate strategy to salvage hair.
Pee.
Wash face.
Brush teeth.
Tuck away straggler hairs back into yesterday's braid.
Slap on minimal make-up to cover redness.
Back to bedroom.
Remove all clothes.
Don new undies, locate comfy maxi dress in laundry pile. Memorized the spot the night before.
Fist pump.
Throw on cardigan and sandals.
Perfume for lack of shower.
Feed the General (beta fish).
Pet Parker and Stormie's bellies (rats).
Final mirror check with finishing hairspray.
Downstairs to the fridge. Grab yesterdays packed lunch.
Out the door by 8:15.
15 minutes to get to work.
Beat the boss in.
Look great doing it.

A Masochist

When I'm feeling particularly masochistic, I will look at pictures of other people's wedding. I will hop onto Pinterest and look at all the dress/decoration/lovey ideas on there. And I will feel bad. Very very bad.

Let me tell you a secret.

I want to get  married.

Very, very badly.

I may be young, but I know what I want and I know what my instincts are telling me. But alas, the boy won't marry me. So for now I sit and stare at people who get to live with the person they love with all their heart every. single. day. And I will be sad.

I know I need to be happy now. I have a fantastic relationship and not very many responsibilities, so I can be happy. But that doesn't stop the heart-tearing feelings I get when I know it's not my turn and probably wont be for a very long time.

It breaks my heart every day.

So here I am today, a masochist.

Billz

Sometimes I hate being an adult.

(notice how fashionable I am)