Case of the Mondays

This morning I went to bed at 1 am.
Okay, I actually went to bed at 8pm with an insane migraine, woke up at 11 still with the migraine, so I took a cold shower, popped some ibuprofen, watched Bones with my mother, and ate dinner. (At 12:30 in the morning)

So, when I made it into bed at 1am, I hit it hard.
Imagine my delight when I was woken up a half hour later by a crying feverish baby, who didn't want to sleep, who didn't want to stop crying and who definitely did not want to stay in her bed. So I took the loud, crying, angry child, and put her in bed with me. The loud, crying, angry, tiny little heater box of a human being did not want to lay down. She wanted to sit, and she wanted to stand, and she wanted to yell about it. So I got the angry child tylenol, and then I wrapped her in a bear hug and made her lay down until she fell asleep.
It didn't last for long.
I didn't get much sleep.
And since my baby had a fever, I couldn't take her to daycare. And since I didn't get any sleep, I stayed home with her.
It was a terrible decision.
But I am not regretting it.
Yet.
I'll probably regret it Monday, when I get paid.

C'est la vie.
I tried to use this time at home to study.
But Rhyssie was having none of that.
Rhyssie was having a "you are my mommy and you will not look at that computer and if you try I will climb on top of your chest, smash your boobies, and then kick that laptop off of your lap, so you should not try to do that terrible thing"
so... we watched Grey's Anatomy.
and took a nap.
then watched more Grey's Anatomy.

So, we went to get the other children, and I went to class.
Then, I looked at my grades.
I have a high A in sign.
I have a low A in History (yaaaaaaaay!)
I have a 89 in English.
...
An eighty freaking nine.
I am upset about that.
I don't know why I have an 89.
I fully intend to ask my professor about this tomorrow.
I just got a perfect score on my "my pet is a tiger with a horrid fashion sense" assignment. She left a comment on my grade. It read "excellent!"
I don't work so hard to make up lies for my grades to do excellent and make an 89.
So... That's gonna change.
I fully intend to finish this semester with all As.
Not just passing.
I want to pass well.

Because I am an excellent human being.
Okay, that's a lie.
I am an excellent student.
Which is mostly true.

Wanna hear something really exciting?
I had to write a history paper.
I got the highest grade in my class.
wanna know how I got the highest grade in my class?
I GOT A FREAKING HUNDRED, THAT'S HOW.

yep. I'm feeling pretty awesome. Despite my B.

Anyway.
now that I'm done doing the whole "single mom in college" thing.
I'm going to....
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Show you random pictures! :D

bachelorette party ;)

can we just take a second here to look at how cute we are?

(AND MY HAIR IS FREAKING LOOOOOONG!)

check it out, homecoming parade!

whoot whoot!

also, I found this dress. I like my dress, I plan on wearing it to work.  But I am now considering wearing it in my cousin's wedding.

Not too sure though. That peep shin is a little odd.

but I do like the top part though. And my hair. I have great hair.

and maybe I'm a little vain.

but I'm going to leave you with my smiling face.

good night my loves ;)

BERT.

Scholarly Update

I think my English professor has caught on to the fact that all of my writing assignments are going to be completely made up.

Assignment 1: I wrote 21 different sentences, showing various sentence structures and punctuation usage... about pie.

Assignment 2: I wrote a (example) email (to show that I still know how do that correctly) about how aliens invaded my Sign Language class and that I would be missing class to give the CIA my testimony.

Assignment 3: Write an Organized Thesis Statement about how my pet reflects my personality. I said that my tiger named Alistair represents my character perfectly because he is fierce, has a terrible fashion sense, and enjoys naps.
...
She keeps giving me As, so I think she likes me.
Plus she reviewed my History paper, so that's pretty cool.

I know my History prof likes me
He asked to walk me out of class this morning. 
I was secretly freaking out. He's probably my favorite professor. I mean, I like sign language the best, but I like Houck the best. That makes sense. Don't you dare judge me.
so, we're walking down the halls, and he told me that I'm the only student he's had in 14 years of teaching to ask him to get back to to the lecture when he gets off topic.

I apologized.He said, "no, I love it. It means you want to learn this. And you sit in the front row every day, and even though I catch you yawning, you still participate in the lecture every class." (he said that jokingly, but I really do yawn a lot in his class)

Because I'm basically a learning Nazi....

yeahh.

My Sign prof is just getting funnier and funnier.

Last night, he was teaching us how to give simple orders "to tell people to do verbs"

he made the whole class dance.

and laughed about it.

that jerk!

Okay, we all laughed, but he was definitely was enjoying that power.

And there are some preeeeeeeeeeetty pathetic dancers in my class(es?)

Anywho, 

I am going to go...

oh wait. absolutely nothing. I don't have to do a single thing right now.

except maybe laundry, and we all know how I feel about that.

Wanna know why I don't have anything to do?

BECAUSE I HAVE FINISHED EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF HOMEWORK I HAVE RIGHT NOW.

and that's the first time in a month that's happened. 

Granted, it'll only last for tonight, tomorrow I have a quiz opening for History, and then I'll have to build body paragraphs with onto my "Organized Thesis" about my imaginary large (illegal, domesticated) cat on Thursday. Friday another lab opens for sign language. and the cycle will continue. 

but as for right now...

I am going to take full advantage of this, and celebrate with a bubble bath.

Tata, my not-so-avid readers ;)

Things I Like Today

I'm going to give myself five minutes and list all the things I like. Starting...........

Now.

Grey's Anatomy

Charlie Hunnam (I think that's how you spell it)

The sign for "Shape"

Boys named Brad! (they're just so awesome)

Coconut Oil

bubble baths

cell phones

GLITTER

Target

Electricity

Any subject but History

Mascara

Hot hot hot water

ice cream

massages (I want one, volunteers?)

Tylor's headphones

tiny bite sized Snickers

the color green

the sign for "gray"

My sign prof's smart ass attitude

modern technology

Modesty

the fact that reed bought me pizza for lunch today

Leather bracelets

comfy necklaces (I need a new one)

the fact that I can type 63 wpm

My Little Pony

Smart People

Fresh paint :)

water

ice cold water without ice in it

coffee

starbuuuuuucks

passion tea from starbuuuuuucks

the shirt I'm wearing

Steffie's new house (so excited)

mirrors

my mema

my mommy

my brothers

the girl I sit with in Sign

the rain!

blankets

cuddling

Frozen

Pinterest

motorcycles

Chevy

Scotland

Boys with blue eyes

pillows

pillows

pillows

shampoo

Science Fic-

Times up!

That's my whole blog today, because I'm lazy, and I just finished a History paper, and I'm proud of myself. Mkaaaaaaay?

Now, I'm going to see if I have anything tasty in the fridge, because I'e only eaten once today, and my stomach is reminding me, quite loudly, that I forgot to eat real people food.

Goodnight, my loves!

BrittanyFaye

:)

Le Sigh

Have you ever had a sad day? Like, a day when nothing is wrong, but you're just sad? There's nothing wrong. I had a good day, everything went smoothly. I didn't have any confrontations or even any stressful situations. It's not even depression, and trust me I know that feeling. It's just, like something sad happened and I can't remember what it is.
It's one of those days I blast Sam Smith and Coldplay.  I sing along to every break up song, just a little too loudly. I randomly cry in the car. I put a little too much eye make up on, I wear heels, and I slap on a smile as believable as could be. But really? All I want to do is eat a pint of ice cream, watch a Grey's Anatomy marathon and cuddle with a sexy man with muscles and tattoos.
I just want to cry and have no one ask me why.

but everyone asks me why.
-B

Twelve Days?!

Sheesh! It's been twelve whole days since I've posted. Dang, I'm slacking.
Okay, I do have homework in every class, and still working 34+ hour weeks, on top of occasionally seeing my children, I think I have a little bit of an excuse. Add that to the fact that Rhyselle is trying to cut all four of her eye teeth at the same time and hates the whole world and no amount of tylenol will make her sleep, and I feel like I have a pass.
Anyway.

CURRENTLY.

Watching:

Ink Master (second season. There's a crazy girl on here, I like laughing at her mental breakdowns.)

Wearing:

A sports bra and giant comfy pajama pants. (I came home Friday from a date, and haven't worn a real bra all weekend. It is absolutely glorious. I love not working on Saturday. Too bad. I have to work next weekend, and next next weekend)

Drinking:

 Water out of a wine glass. Because I'm classy. And because I don't know where my mug is. (uhm... have I mentioned I really only use one cup ever use? I pick one coffee mug and use it over and over and over.)

Eating:

I just finished a salad. I tried to fry an egg, but they all came out really runny, so I failed 3 times & then just made a salad. Baby spinach, cucumbers, celery, broccoli (I seriously almost just called them tiny trees because I couldn't think of the real word.) and Italian dressing. Nom nom nom, good healthy food. I'm also working out tomorrow, and I'm planning on a longer work out. At least an hour and a half. I'm gonna do this! Woohoo!

Thinking: 

About how much I really should be doing my Sign Language Lab. Or my History Doc Review. Or check Canvas to make sure my English Prof hasn't put up any surprise assignments. Or that I think I have laundry in the dryer...

Listening to:

The whimpering of my teething child... sigh. Oh wait. She's stopped. Let's cross our fingers that she actually fell asleep. Because if this keeps going all night I either have to spend all of my night getting up and down (and hate my life tomorrow at work. Luckily, I have most of my stuff for work done already.) OR I can put her in my bed, be incredibly squished (because she's a huge bed hog) and then spend the rest of the week trying to convince her that her bed is actually where she needs sleep.

...On that note, I don't really know what to blog about.

Last weekend was bachelorette weekend. It was flipping sahweeeeeeeeeeeet. I had a great time, all the girls were great, and my cousin had a lot of fun. I'm not going to go into the fabulous details, but there were definitely really good wine & food, some bar dancing, really really mean drag queens (like seriously mean), and giant swans. It was great. Really. I only had to pull over once and take one nap.

 I really want ink. I really really really want new ink. I want my Doctor Who piece on my shoulder. There are only three things wrong with this.
1. I am poor. So unless anyone wants to give me a couple hundred bucks for an early Christmas present, I can't :(
2. I can't seem to find an artist that I trust in Midland or Odessa. I've looked at a few different portfolios, and I'm a little scared. It's going to be my first big tat. I need it to look freaking awesome.
3. Watching all of this ink master and I am now terrified of people who can't do lines. Ink Master makes me afraid for my skin.

I'm sleepy. I'm going to go to bed. :)
Goodnight, my pretties.
-Brittany

A Present of Presence :)

Twenty two years ago, one of the biggest weirdos in the whole wide world was born.

Shellerrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

She turns 22 a month and 25 days after I turned 22 :)

So, since I love her so dang much, and she's blessing the world with her presence. It's like, a gift to the world, fo reals. So, we're going to celebrate the life of this crazy nut, even though she's been one of my best frieeeeeeeends for less than two years. 

She's the only one who eats lunch on me on a very regular basis. She appreciates food as much as I do, and I think that's why I love her. I think that's also why most of our pictures have food in front of us in the following pictures.

she deals with my crazy ass boss as much as I do. I can basically say she's one of the few of my friends who understands why I could easily become an alcoholic.

speaking of alcohol, she is the consistent drinking buddy I have in this life. I can call her and tell her my day has been crap and I need a drink and 3/5 of the times, she says yes. the other 2/5 she either doesn't have a sitter or she is already drunk. I'm not saying she is an alcoholic. I'm just saying we often have craptastic days... on the same days.

plus she's gorgeous. And a useless adult just like me :) we take too many selfies and we are super awesome.

PRINCESS PROBLEMS! Because we are obviously princesses and we do not deal with the problems of regular people. We get other people to deal with those problems for us.

She likes My Little Pony! :D Even though she likes Fluttershy (even though Flutters is a whimp) I still love her.
Seriously though, Fluttershy? There are way more awesome ponies. She'll hit me for that, but it's TRUE!

She does my makeup for me. Which is a really really really good thing. I have learned many things. Like eyebrow pencils, and primer, and blotting paper. Those are real things.

She tries questionable food with me. Like, new restaurants every week. She makes me try new things. Some times they are freaking amazing... other times, not so much.

She doesn't ask questions when I'm pretending to be a turtle. I feel like that's probably the real reason we're friends.

She does crazy lovely things like this. We also took prom pictures, ha ha ha. I regret that I don't have a copy of those.

DAT FACE THO.

She is my date to weddings and things like these. she's also a great dance partner and I can't seem to dance with anyone else. So I'm gonna keep her around.

USELESS ADULTS <3

Love you Shelly ;)

lerrrrrrrrrrrrrv Brittany