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tuesday: fuck it, lets drink.

guest post by my friend/birthdays

Due to not wanting to piss anyone off my friend is just going to take half of this post to blog about her  crazy week:

"Dear internet,

This last week was bananas. It started out with making out with what was said to be a nice boy and sleeping in the giant beanbag with said boy. Then we got mexican. Then he texted me periodically throught the week, with nothing of substance, until friday when he was a complete asshole.

BUT lets back up to thursday! I cuddled with one of my besties. And it was nice, but confusing. Thats all I have to say about that.

boysboysboysboysboysboysboys... fuckin crazy"

And now I'll blog about this birthday party.

We went out on Easter Eve for our birthday since I'm gonna be out of town for the two weekends on either side of my birthday. I wore a pretty new dress, and did my hair extra nice and had a flashing sash which was pretty awesome. I met a 6'4 former marine firefighter. Very nice. Wonderful birthday present, thanks baby Jesus.

Jessica and I got kinda drunk off of about 8$ a piece because well... it was our birthday! And we ate nachos.


ALL IN ALL: SUCCESS.

this. day.

Good news: i did great at work. Bad news: STRESS.


So i'm chilling at home with my roommate and le Zach.

More of the Mitz.

i'm an athiest. and not a girl.

That's the gist of what I got told today. THANKS YOU GUYS.

Side note: I'm wearing makeup.

i just want to graduate...

One month left in my college career... now if I can pull this out I will be the happiest woman in the entire world.

In other news, I may have just made an 11 year commitment to a job today. >.<

Look at the Mitz!

weekend recap.

So studying for my test went badly. I'm gonna have to use my replacement grade for this. Sighhhhhh. I just want to graduate. :(

So two weekends, real quick. 

LAST WEEKEND

Did our nails.

Thumbs up for quickie road trips

An insane ammount of food in Hoxie (less than 20$ all together)

THIS WEEKEND

On the way to my moms. My 2 roommates.

In a local store. Baby geese.

Hometown food.

Cowboy hat.

Bayou by the house. 

We took an impromptu trip down to my mom's house to retrieve the violin I had so we can have actual instruments in our band. Also I hung a hammock for my mom and got stuck in a tree. 

When we came home we moved JB's giant beanbag in from her ex's. It took forever. That thing is crazy big.

Then we had a pretty chill night at the house. Sunday we dyed our hair, took artsy pictures, went to the mall, planted an herb garden, and generally fucked around. Also we wrote our first song for the band and sent it to our friend Henny. 

GIANT.

Red hair.

In the car!

Artsy wall.

So hip it hurts

Awkward because some random woman offered to take this pic for us. Thanks!

The Mitz was so tired.

And now... I have to go to work. YES.

 

frogs

It has come to my attention that there isn't really a lot of a+ men to date my age. This is at best frustrating. I feel like every date I've gone on/ every boy I've talked to has just ended in someone trying to talk to me like I'm a ho.

Dudes, get your shit together.

In other news: I dyed my hair red. 

tardy party

Life has been insane lately...

WORLD NEWS

Whitney Houston died and we laughed at all the bad memes.

VALENTINES DAY

My Valentines I sent this year.

Jessica & I's valentines day.

WORK

My boss started throwing knives in the office. Also axes.

The girlscouts used our drill hall to hold their cookies. I almost died.

DALLAS!

Tattoos

The best sandwich, ever.

Barcadia. I want to live here.

We did a color run. YES.

Three of our favorite dudes, forever. They are a great band also.

 Dallas was amazing. We had a great time, and ate at some great places. Among them a little gyro place called Galliles where the owner didn't ask us what we wanted, just announced that we would have sandwiches. They were the.best.gyros ever. Vietnam, with delicious pho, and Twisted Root burger, that had great burgers, specialty pickles and awesome homemade root-beer. We met up with my dear old friend Matt and some guys he knows through work. They have a band together, and its great. The instruments are a mandolin, harmonica and the Cuban drum box. Together the 5 of us drank, got tattoos, thrifted, and in general had a wonderful time in Dallas. Then Jessica and I had to drag our hungover butts down to the Color Run. Cool experience all around. Dallas I will be back!

LITTLE ROCK!

The wedding we went to. Beer & Smores.

Two old friends of mine got married in Little Rock recently. Their families, and of course they, are funny, cool people. It was a laid back, but very touching ceremony. In true Arkansas form, there was an open bar, and the bride changed after the ceremony into a short white dress and a blue jean jacket with the Razorbacks logo on the back. The bride and groom were gifted guns. The groomsmen (who I arrived with) and I went out to the bars afterward, and we all ended up in some club called Disco. Also I got proposed to by a C130 pilot in the club. I said yes, but we didn't go through with it.

OH DANG

So many posts to update its dang stupid.


Okay... lets start with MEMPHIS. We planned on wearing wigs and having fake names. That shit did not happen. We did go to Silky's and drink a diver but it had so much syrup in it it made JB and I sick for most of the night, so basically not much boozing happened.

 BUT WAIT: flashback. So the day of the Memphrica trip we did some volunteering. Jessica is going to a trip for spring break and it was a requirement and I'm down to do some volunteering. We tore down a meth house!

Meth room. Removing the drywall (mostly with our hands)

Looking angelic

Tree pose: crack house.

Messed up eagle pose: crack house.

We made that pile of rubble before we yoga'd on it. Not too bad not too bad.

So then we got ready to go to Memphis. My house has basically become a messy sorority house.

SUPER PREPPY

This picture is hilarious.

JB and the Mitz

And we got in the car and headed down to the hotel.

Hailie didn't enjoy the car ride.

I was trying to get out of the way of JB's pic. No success.

Mmmmhmm.

We went out on the town, and while everyone else had already eaten, JB and I had not. SO we got Tamales and seafood things from Blues City.

SO GOOD. Also Woodchucks? Yes please.

And met back up at Silky's for booze!

Our downfall. :(

So many straws.

Monocle + Moustache.

Hailie saw the guy she thought she had met at the check in and went to talk to him. She told us to talk to him too. We went and thus began the Night of the Cockblock. Seriously, never been blocked so hard in my life. His chubby friend THREW herself on him, called him baby and turned to us and said "sorry girls!" We went back to our seats and sang ourselves crazy.
Sometime later we migrated to club 152 where we lost half our group. They went to some pirate dive bar in Midtown (read: hipster district). We danced our faces off (mostly to songs like Wobble and the Wop). I got cockblocked 2 more times. We also met the ACTUAL guys Hailie had met at the check in and she gave one of them my number so we could hang out later. The tallest one (Neal??) hit it off with JB. I went to walk around again and met this guy named Brinn, who is a pharmacist. HIS chubby friend then attached herself to him like an octopus a few times, locked eyes with me and whispered in what I can only assume is her Golum impression "He'ssssssssss minnnnnnne," at which point I decided that no matter how hot this Brinn fellow is, he obviously has too much drama. He kept trying to talk to me, she kept screaming. When we left the bar they did too and she legit fell on her ass on Beale and made a noise that is best described as Merh. Merhing is now a verb, it means going crazy girl drunk on a guy. Also its a lot of fun to say. Merhmerhmerhmerh.

We went back to the Hotel where it turns out that Neal and co (Lealand and Texas Tim) were not just in the same hotel, on the same floor, but in fact were RIGHT NEXT DOOR. Whattttttt. We hung out with them and drank some booze. JB kind of hit it off with Neal but mostly because of this:

BATMAN SOCKS. WITH CAPE. (Foot pictured, Jessica's. He put them on her. Wtf)

 It was pretty dang cool. Anyway, after hanging more (playing with the laser Texas Tim had, making fun of music videos) we decided to go to bed. Neal wanted JB to go to bed with him. JB did not.

And thus ended our night out in Memphis. Next time: Breakfast.

weird southern shit

Pictures to follow but: Friday night we went to bar... and there were MORE dead animals. Also a tractor sign. Also a headbanging cowboy and or hippie hard to tell... every local band covers at LEAST one country song per set.


Then we went to the bar next door, more dead animals, got offered weed whilst walking to the bar by random southern drawl having hippie with her hair in a rasta hat thing (dreads implied, gross). Got upstairs, started drinking heavily as it was the after party of a major country concert and ALL the boys were either a) southern frat style (includes polos and or fishing shirts, visors inside and backwards, and 'subtle' hints about the wealth of ones parents and/or self by dropping info about how he drives 2 cars, OH he dropped the N word in the convo not even four minutes in). or b) legit cowboys/farmers

After zero success at the bar, we ran into our friend/neighbor Hailie who suggested we go home and chill. So we did. And we kicked back and smoked some hookah and drank a little and lol'd forever. Not a bad wrap up.

BUT then we went to yoga today and sweated out all of our Friday night. Also there was a few country song mashups. One was "Chicken Fried"/Nelly mashup. I want that song in my life, so I can rickroll people at parties. The other one was Brad Paisley's "Mud on the Tires" meets techno... so weird. Nothing says Namaste, Y'all like moon light on a duck blind or a catfish on a trout line (the sun sets about nine this time of year...)


Dear Arkansas, you are so weird. HOW WILL I DEAL WITHOUT YOU :( <3 Bea


Jessica says that I will move to Austin and/or LA and see some guy across a crowded bar wearing Duck Blind Mossy Oak and be like "I LOVE YOU" and he'll say "Thanks there pretty lady, your eyes remind me of the opening day of duck season... of hitting a big mallard and taking it home, and mounting it on the wall. I could mount you on the wall, missy ;) "

I suspect this is how I will meet my husband.

bangs, bars and bobcats

Last night while avoiding doing something insanely simple for work (literally sending one email...) I walked into my bathroom and saw my hair and was like "meh" so I got the kitchen scissors, twisted my bangs and chopped em. So now... I have bangs!

Bangggggs.

Then I got around to sending my email. And we went to the bar:

Sheer fabulousness.

And while we were there we found this:

This is a bobcat, above a bar. Just below him is a stuffed crow and to the left is a stuffed ram's head covered in mardi gras beads. OHhhhhhhh Arkansas...

Anyway, it was a good time. We were in some huge heels and small town southern boys don't know how to deal with hot tall girls so we just left after a while. But we celebrated a friend's bday and drank some dranks.

shitttttty week.

Its still technically Wednesday and my week is about as pleasant as running over an armadillo (that's not pleasant, fyi). I'm not going to go into the nitty gritty of it because 1) how boring and 2) that's what calling my mother is for, but instead I'm going to attempt to be positive.

Reasons I am having a good week:

• Got registered for all my classses.
• Looked like a boss for sure in Chem Lab.
• Adore my three political science classes. 
• Was deemed capable of handling two big jobs at work.
• Got to run today.
• Have an amazing network of friends and family, and Spartan chicks.
• Got new highlighters. 
• Got new stickynotes.
• Organized notebook for this semester.
• Cute Wednesday was a rousing success.
• Tomorrow is Thursday, which means I get to run in the morning, get most of the day free for myself, get to go to a great class and then go to lab. All things I vastly enjoy. 
• My dog is really cute.
• I almost have abs. 
• Got to do some amazing yoga yesterday.
• Cut dead weight out of my life.
• God is really good to me.  I am so thankful for Him.

And that is why I am one lucky duck.  And why I should not be a sad Sally all "boo, I had a terrible week."

Yeahhhhhhh.

yoga = spiritual salve.

"When in doubt, stretch it out," is a saying Jaybells says to me semi weekly. What she means is "lets go do some fucking yoga!" and I concur.

Today was trying very hard to be a bad day, and I was working very hard to make it a good day. I saw Mr. I-Can't-Commit-Because-Of-BS-Excuses, who will heretofore be referred to as "that boy," today holding hands with the waitress he's been hooking up with as I was leaving the coffee shop. I was pretty hard to miss. Full uniform, 5'10, etc, but as soon as I registered that he was holding some girl's hand part of me just shut off, I refused to acknowledge him. Half an hour later, I deleted his number from my phone.

That wasn't the only bad part of my day, there were some other not so fun things too. It was trying hard.

BUT on the upside, I finally moved that boy into the boy category of my life, and as JB will tell you, I have resolved to date grown-ass men.

So after the dramarama with that boy, I went to yoga with JB. We did pigeon which is always super emotional for me, but moreso today, and as we were doing the second (left side) one, Holland (the instructor) goes "take a deep breath, think about something you want to let go, think about something you know you need to let go, even if you aren't ready to yet, even if you don't want to. take a deep breath, breathe it out, take another deep breath, let it go." Amazing.


Basically, when in doubt, you should go stretch it out.


Why it was a good day anyway:

Friendly kisses on the forehead from ZE
Lab boss status achieved
Love love love my Politics of the Developing World Class
Got to sleep in until 8


ALSO: Tomorrow is Wednesday, which means its cute day.  Woo!

hydration, yall

So since Mack gets shady on the weekends sometimes, I had to catch him up on my escapades all late at night tonight. One of which led me to entertain some weird ass thoughts:

So a few nights ago a friend of mine came over to chill out, and we had a little potluck. We had too much food to eat, so I texted an old friend of mine (who I dated casually for a while) to see if he wanted to swing by after work to pick it up. This fool loves to fuck with my head, I seriously think its his hobby some days, but I let it happen so shame on me I guess.

Anyway he comes over to pick up the to go plate and as he's leaving he kisses me. Weirdness. I usually wouldn't divulge this much with the internet but its important.

So for two days we barely talk. Then today we started texting again. I mentioned in passing that I was super tired and needed coffee (probably because I'm up all late catching up Mack, jackass), and he tells me that I need B12 and that coffee or tea will just dehydrate me.

The only logical conclusion to this is that he is, in fact, a robot. A robot that used his robot kisses to check on me or something. Sneaky, sneaky.


I am of course, jk. I know he's probably not a robot.
Stay hydrated.

clean the damn house

FUCK why is cleaning my house so difficult to convince myself to do??


I just want to eat sweet things and have the house be magically clean. :(

a yell, a yell, a senior yell!

In high school, in West Texas, football is a big big deal. The games were often attended by a large portion of the student body, decked in our purple & black colors and eating El Paso staples in the stands. During the games the cheerleaders were often outshone by the student section who would offer forth members from its depths to lead the crowd in a raucous cheer session. The one I still remember all of is the senior yell, which on graduation day Seth Brown, who sat behind me in the crowded UTEP basketball stadium got our entire 700 person graduating class to sing/chant. Its pretty simple, but its been on my mind a lot lately, because...

I'M A GRADUATING SENIOR you guys. This is serious, exciting business. Graduate. Training. Big Girl Life. Its also slightly terrifying. What in sam hill am I going to do out in the world??


And so, for the second time, the senior yell is lodged firmly in my mind. Its all I can do not to chant it at people whenever I say "yes, I'm a graduating senior."

You're welcome, you guys. You're welcome.

adopting ALL the babies...

So I was being super lazy today and watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and the episode that came on was one about a family who had 11 kids. 11. ALL BOYS. 8 of them were adopted. So I was like "maybe I should adopt," you know, eventually.

So, true to form, I spent a few hours today reading up on the topic. I do this about things I might end up doing, in fact I researched for like 5 months before I caved and bought a tortoise. Kids are bigger than tortoises so its probably better to start researching now.

So I think I might do that. Gonna be a boy because according to my research boys are less likely to get adopted.


In other news, I seriously need to stick harder to my resolution to date grown ass men. I haven't gone out with any of the non grown ass men yet, but I did have a recent run in with someone from my past who is not a grown ass man. Dang it. Stop that, Maria.

emo vampires. also school is back up.

So my neighbor who is totally awesome and fun came over last night when we had our tasty dinner foods and chilled for a while. Somehow I got convinced to give up my last sleep in day so that I could go to the lake and run trails with her in the AM.

At like 6:20 when we were driving out there we started talking about ghosts (really, self??) knowing we were going to run dark ass trails by our selves (although to be fair Hailie is 5'8-5'9 and I'm 5'10 so its not like we're dainty ladies who need saving). And then Hailie goes "no ghosts aren't really scary to me... but vampires..." and so we started talking about how if there were any vampires up at this hour they'd be like some emo vampire who'd need a ride home.

When we started running it started getting light but I couldn't shake the mental image of getting back up to the car and having some morose kid with a black hoodie and his hands in his pockets be all "Can I get a ride back?" and then like kicking the ground all dejectedly. Poor emo vampire.


We were supposed to meet our friend Kevin out there but we were late (as usual) and so he ran a little early. Randomly throughout the run we would yell out to the lake in general "KEVINNNNNN" with Hailie following it with "if you jump out from behind something and scare me I WILL  punch you!" Kevin never heard, but we did scare the heck out of a lot of geese. And also a squirrel.

Finally got school stuff squared away, maybe I can even graduate and get out of Arkansas for a little while. Jeez college, why do you do this to me.

The campus is totes freaking out over some new WR out of Auburn that's followed Coach Malzahn [sidenote: why are all our coaches named like comic book villains? The Freeze, Malzahn...] but I didn't even know anything about it. I am glad to see that SI had an article about Malzahn and stAte today because maybe ESPN will play more games and I wont feel bad for being out of state.

And now, to yoga! Here have a song I'm obsessed with.

Soups.

I made this soup today and so many people asked me for the recipe that I'm just gonna blog it.

It doesn't look quite as colorful when its all the way cooked, but its still SUPER good.

SOUP: 1 package of stew beef.
1 potato (i used White Rose potatoes, oh my god so good)
1 tomato
2 large portabello mushroom heads.
about a cup of spinach
1 zuchinni
1 carton of beef broth
3 green onions
3 cans of black beans
Salt, pepper, garlic, soy sauce

Chop everything up pretty fine, like julienne it. Then put all the stuff in the crock pot. Turn on low, stir heavily, get everything mixed up. Leave for a few hours. EAT HEARTILY. Makes seriously so much food. 

I have about a gallon of soup just like "Maria I'm SO good, you know lunch this week is gonna be awesome." Yes. It talks to me. Don't judge.

Also Jaybellz came over for dinner and I finally tried spaghetti squash. HOLY MACARONI that is some good stuff. Will make a great lasagna or casserole I think. Kind of not as easy as I was led to believe but worth it (and like 1/3 of the calories and like 1000x the vitamins).