Four weeks. 17 school days. December keeps creeping closer and closer. The pressure is on and here’s what’s been on my mind lately. Let's see if you can keep up.
Trevor is frantically trying to pull up his Math 1050 grade (hello D, you’re a jerk). I’m losing energy to do anything productive yet my internships keep me insanely busy (not a good combination). Trevor just registered for another semester of classes (he’s really excited about his Special Education class). I’m on the verge of tears every time my boss reminds me of the fact that I won’t be working in the Copy Shop for much longer (she’s one of my best friends AND I love my job). Trev has been dealing with my stress over what the hell I’m going to do about a job (I’ve interviewed with two large companies in the past week, and I’m waiting to hear back from both). I have had zero energy to even make out because my mind is elsewhere (TMI? Oops). Trev and I are both in desperate need for a haircut (my roots are screaming for a recolor) but I miss our fabulous hair stylist who ditched me for California and I’m struggling to find a new one. Trevie is still battling between choosing a Playstation 4 or an XBOX One (any suggestions, friends?). I have attended my math class once in the past week and I still have a B (+10 points for me). Michelle is coming to Cedar City for Thanksgiving so we have to deep clean the apartment (boo, cleaning is the worst!). I’ve decided I really do my best work and work the hardest when I’m under stress and pressure (makes no sense, I know). Trevor has a girl in his Music for Elementary School Teachers class whose name is Fresia (pronounced Fray-sha – what the hell were your parents thinking?) and she’s a little much for him to handle. Cameron and I spend quality time every Sunday watching football (you pissed me off this past Sunday, Broncos, don’t freaking do it again). Trevor’s EDGE project//class is the soul sucking worst thing in the world and it pisses me off to no end (thanks for your shitty great idea, Brad Cook – it’s not like Trev’s busy enough as is with other school stuff and work – but let’s add on a stupid project). It snowed in Cedar last weekend, and it’s given us an excuse to click on our heater (after I got over my fear of dying from carbon monoxide poisoning, that is). We really, really want a French Bulldog but a. we can’t find an apartment that allows pets and b. we can’t find a breeder in Utah who doesn’t have a mile long waitlist (go us for picking a popular breed). I’m on double birth control to see if my period will regulate and to start working on my stupid uterus so that we might be able to have kids someday, so bye-bye sex (TMI for the second time? Meh). I read WAY too many Mormon mommy blogs and yet somehow I don’t miss being a member of the church (for realz though). Trevor wants to buy and drive a 2014 black or red Dodge Dart while I think they’re the gayest car ever (-20 wife points from me; besides, by the time we can afford another new car, it’ll be years down the road). Speaking of family, we haven’t seen my extended family since March and won’t see them until Christmas (ouch – sorry guys!). Trevor has put off raking up the leaves off from Grandma’s lawn and I’m secretly happy about it because I want to go and take #basicwhitegirl photos in the leaves (I’m a disgrace to mankind). Dancing with the Stars is down to its final six competitors (adios stupid Michael the racecar driver) – Janel and Val, Bethany and Derek, Sadie and Mark, Tommy and Peeta, Alfonso and Witney, and Leah and Artim – while I want Sadie and Mark to win, I know that they won’t because she is too religious and America hates too much religion (and hicks #duckdynasty) so that means Bethany and Derek are going to win (because who are we kidding, Derek is a ballroom dance god). The fire alarm in the back bedroom needs a new battery so it beeps incessantly, but Trevor and I both ignore it because we’re too lazy or busy to do anything about it (relationship goals, people). I watched the CMA Awards last night on ABC while working on homework and projects; Luke Bryan is a babe #entertaineroftheyear, I hate that Blake Shelton and Miranda Lambert have won Male and Female Entertainer of the Year for the past FIVE YEARS, Ariana Grande is annoying and should never sing with Little Big Town again, Keith Urban’s “Somewhere in My Car” is a very sexy song and I love it, Hillary Scott of Lady Antebellum is the best role model for women young and old, and I’m so excited for Garth Brooks to come back into the country music world (Garth, you’ve gotten old and fat). There are lots of movies coming out this month and next month (bye-bye pay checks). I don’t know what to get my husband for Christmas, and he doesn’t know what to get me either (we’re not needy people). Old Navy credit card is the best and the worst thing ever invented, and it literally owns my soul; my heart skips a beat when I see a grey package (again, oops). Trev's been studying to take the Praxis II test next week (and he is the worst, cutest studier everrr). PMS cravings currently include chocolate chips and pretzels, Cheetos, and Sunkist (fatty over here!). Trevor and I watched 19 Kids and Counting the other night as we were getting ready for bed, and that show fascinates me while all Trevor can talk about is how loose of a vajayjay that woman must have from popping out 19 kids (HA! Hahahahaha!).
Note: I think this has to be probably my favorite rant post ever. Try not to take it seriously, but #sorrynotosorry if people get offended. Opinions are like buttholes and armpits: everyone has ‘em, and sometimes they stink.
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| Our fat bellies and our winter attire. We're adorable. |
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| New heels and blazer for a job interview. |
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| 2.5 years of togetherness celebration at Winger's |
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