Sleeping Woes

This picture equals Heaven in my book. Lately, however, I have been noticing a trend. I've been getting in trouble for falling asleep... at night. Why you might ask? Yes, you read correctly. Night being the time when people fall asleep on a normal basis. Well, apparently, I'm not allowed to fall asleep when I'm tired. For one reason or another this week, I've been made fun of, yelled at, or worse... awoken after falling asleep or "resting my eyes" in the late hours of the evening. Okay, so some evenings these late hours are around 9:30 or 10:00pm, but that's aside from the point. The point is... I love sleep. I adore it actually. On occasion I wake up and the first thing I think about is the next time I can crawl back into bed. Is this a sin? I think not.

Let's break it down here. In my college days, God I miss them... I would go to class, eat lunch, nap for hours, eat dinner, gym, shower, maybe do some work, go out until whenever, go back to sleep... whenever I wanted to... which usually meant 2:00 or 3:00 am. That was the life. Now, however, I work ten hour days. Not four, not eight, ten. And not in some plush corner office at a desk. Chasing, entertaining and teaching children for ten hours a day. I'm not complaining. I signed up for it and I actually enjoy it. But am I entitled to be tired at the end of the day? I would think so. I would like to challenge some of friends who are still in college to waking up at 6:00am and going strong for ten hours then coming home and preparing dinner (or ordering pizza) and collapsing on the couch. See how long your eyes stay open once you're down for the count. Not very long. I'm not categorizing all of my college friends or those that have day jobs in plush corner offices. I'm not saying "Woe is me," because I'm well aware of friends in college or at desk jobs who work just as hard as I do and love sleep just as much. I'm just asking for a little leniency here.


Please. Thanks.




*Note, this soapbox is not about one particular circumstance or occurance, but multiple occasions with different people supplying me with equal scrutiny for wanting to catch a few zzzz's. Or accidentally doing so. Either way. Let there be rest for the weary.

An Award for Me?

Your's truly has received a blogging award! How exciting! Sweet Tiffany from Confessions of a Shop Girl has passed along the Bookworm Award and I intend to pass it along as well! What is this you might ask? Well here is a synopsis on accepting such a compliment...

Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences...The CLOSEST BOOK, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!

Sadly enough, I received this award last week and have only just today picked up a book. Unless you count my lesson planning books, in which case, they are at work, I'm sorry. The book I'm currently reading however, and the one beside me right now is a cutsie little love novel by Carly Phillips entitled The Bachelor. Thus, here is my contribution to the Bookworm Award:

"He'd always liked Yvette Gauthier, a pretty redhead with a bubbly personality and the ability to make a man feel like a god. Then, just as he recalled how that same personality trait had nearly smothered him, he also remembered she'd become a flight attendant, which meant she wouldn't be around if his kid fell and got hurt or needed help with homework. Raina had always been home for her boys. Though Roman didn't mind if his wife worked, a long-distance job for both parents was out of the question."

Unfortunately, I haven't made it to page 56 yet. Ridiculous? Maybe. I haven't taken the time to sit down and read in quite some time. Maybe this should be added to my list of ten below. In any case, I pass the torch along... 

Roxie of "Baby, When the Sun Goes Down"

Island Girl of "Not Perfect, But Worth It"

Bodelou of "Bode Blog"

Tova Darling of "Secret Life of Tova Darling" 

Meika of "Meika Musings"

I love trying to keep up in this blogging realm! I'm honored to have received and I am honored to pass along... Blog away, Ladies!

Early New Year's Resolutions?

In complete agreement with Island Girl's post of Christmas coming far too early if you're out and about in the shopping world... which I usually am... I am skipping past Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas and making my New Year's Resolutions. Yes, I said it. Today. 

I've been on a roll lately. The positive energy is flowing. And I like it. So this is the deal...

1) Stay positive. 

2) Continue on this new diet routine. 

3) Find a gym. Get to work. 

4) Continue to decorate this apartment so it feels more like home. 

5) Stay positive.

6) Figure out when I'm going back to school.

7) Figure out what I'm going back to school for. 

8) New car!

9) Travel more... visit my far away friends. I need them. 

10) Stay positive. 

So, there you have it. My list of 10. I'm just trying to get back on my game... I'm ready to move forward and embrace the future while still cherishing my past. I know it's possible. We're coping with transition here. I feel like I'm becoming more accustomed. It doesn't get easier, but I feel that I'm getting stronger. Happy New Year! 

Have you thought of any resolutions? Feel free to share.

Back to the Grind

It's that time again. Really, transition-based depression can only last so long. So, I'm really doing my best to kick it before my seasonal depression sets in. 

*Note: I promise I'm typically a cheerful person. 

Yes, I've come down with the fitness bug again. 

Or I've been inspired. Either way you look at it, here I am. I've decided to explore this new city I've been living in and find an acceptable gym facility to work out in. I've been doing my research. Also, back on the diet plan. It's time. I know I can feel better on a day to day basis especially if I'm feeling better about me. That's usually how it works out. 

Work outs are the easiest high for me. I love it once I'm there. It's the getting there that prevents the inches from falling off of me. I struggle making time or motivating myself enough to get off of my ass at the end of the day. And let's be real... Classy doesn't get up early to do anything, let alone work out. But this isn't the point. I was on a routine in the latter part of college. A really good routine, actually. It's time to get back there. Get going in sync with the ipod. It's going to happen. Wish me luck and I'll keep you posted. 

Maybe a year from now, when I'm preparing to return to my second Homecoming as an alumni, I'll have a few more bitches talking about me behind my back. For things I can take credit for this time... Yes, this could be fun.  

Post-Homecoming Blues

I feel that this accurately portrays my mood since Sunday upon returning home. It's been a pretty lonely week. But then again, I knew it would be. 

You look forward to one weekend for months. It comes and goes far too quickly, just as you knew it would. Then you're left with both the sadness that it's over and the emptiness of not having it to look forward to any longer. 

I don't know that many understand, or maybe you all do, but I have such a hard time letting go. I am not one that deals well with change but I have also had an entire summer to accept the fact that I don't live in college anymore. I had almost gotten to a point where I was at peace with it. Not that I still didn't miss the people unbelievably so and not that I don't still daydream of the life I had six months ago, but I was trying to find that silver lining of the new life I'm leading. I'm still trying to find it, I guess. In any case, returning back to that life this weekend was fantastic. I truly had a great weekend as you read earlier. It was so nice to be reminded that those I love are real. Not just a voice on the other end of the line. And that they miss me as I miss them. Terribly. Unfortunately, such a visit was short-lived and now here I am again. Back at square one. 

Island girl and I had joked early Friday morning, at the beginning of our long road trip, that Monday morning would be hell. Back to reality. Back to work. Back to being far away from our friends. Sure enough, that's exactly what it was. And as we've agreed since Monday, it seems to have carried over throughout the remainder of the week as well. 

Tell me I'm feeling sorry for myself. Tell me I'm wallowing in my own self-pity. Tell me I need to grow up. I know it already, don't rub it in. It's just been a lonely week. I'm really missing home. When in actuality, this should feel like home by now. Like I said, hard time letting go. 

Just those post-homecoming, post-road trip, post-excitement blues. It would've been nice to have something exciting this weekend to look forward to again, just to keep things moving along. Alas, nothing...Perhaps a visit with the brother. That could be fun. We'll see. 

Keep Roxie in your thoughts today... Wishing I was with her. 

Tag You're It!

Well, I've been caught! I've been tagged by Meika of Meika Musings. So, I thought I'd respond by giving a few well or little known facts of your's truly. 

Here are the Rules:

1.Link to the person that tagged you
2.Post the rules on your blog
3.Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
4.Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
5.Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
6.Let your tagger know when your entry is UP.

For Your Information:

1) I'm an Iced Tea addict. I don't do coffee. I know, I'm one of few. So, I get my caffeine from both Iced Tea and Diet Coke. Every day. This is how I begin my day and make it through my morning of work without falling asleep. 

2) I have serious seasonal depression. I live for beach vacations and digging my toes into the sand, with margarita in hand. When winter rolls around, I have a hard time focusing because I hate being frozen all of the time. I've been known to become even more moody than usual during such frozen months. My only remedy: over sized blanket, someone to snuggle with, and a good marathon of either America's Next Top Model or Law and Order.. Which leads me to...

3) I am a serious Law and Order junkie. The original, Criminal Intent, and SVU, with the latter being my favorite, but any of them being able to have me nestled into my couch fully content for quite some time. This obsession started in college when TNT and USA became two channels of late night television that I could always count on for episode after episode. Unfortunately, I don't have time to watch nearly as often anymore, but when it's on and I'm lying around, you can bet it's what I'm watching. 

4) I absolutely love going out. As you may have guessed from previous posts, I have a deep-rooted need to get dressed up and go out on the town. This also started in college when I realized how much fun I had been missing out on by staying in. This realization also allowed my passion for darts and trash talking in the bars with the boys to blossom. There's nothing quite like throwing darts in stilettos, just so you know. And in case anyone wants to try, it's a sure way to have free drinks passed your way. 

5) I also absolutely love college football. While going out requires tight jeans and heels, football Saturdays require your favorite pair of jeans and your favorite team's logo on your old t-shirt. I enjoy throwing "Football Saturday Parties" with appetizers and alcohol. It's a good time of year... not quite into the frozen months yet. 

6) I'm a serious photographer. Not one you would hire more than likely, but one who loves to have every event captured on film. I have kept a scrapbook for every year of my life since I was a Junior in High School. I'm pretty well known, by those close to me, to have my camera at my side on any given special occasion. "Special" of course being defined by those in attendance. 

So, there you have it. Little facts about Classy that you knew or now know that aren't truly important but make up quite a percentage of who I am. Passing it on now... Tell me a little about you!

I tag:

Island Girl

Bodelou

Gwen

Sahily Anais

Tiff

Unclean Conscience

"US Cellular Believes that Loyalty Matters."

Classy agrees. 

What a weekend. Loyalty was definitely proven by some. Others, not so much. Recall the bitches I referred to earlier. They were up in arms this weekend, as expected. It was quite entertaining. 

All in all, the weekend was a good one. I loved going back to a place I love and being with people that remind me of a time in my life that was easier in many aspects. It was wonderful being with Rico for a couple of days, catching up and laughing a lot. It was nice to have him to bitch to late Saturday when the bitches had pushed me as far as I could go. Even nicer to be told how stunning I looked as Island girl and I were by far, best dressed. Not even a contest between us and the bitches. (How many times can I say bitch in this post? Let me know if you count.) In any case, he was a major reason why the summary of the weekend turned out positively. Loyalty matters. 

Also, the road trip portion of the weekend was a blast. The ride down, Island girl and I were quite ridiculous, singing at the top of our lungs, laughing hysterically, reminiscing good times, and being so anxious to get back home. The ride back... you guessed it... more bitching! And more laughing, let's be real. It was so nice to have quality time together again. We were generally happy with the outcome of the weekend. There were just moments that should be erased... or people that should be erased, unfortunately I don't condone murder. Here's an example: 

Of course as you would guess, tailgating is a quite the festivity at a Homecoming game. Well, after a quick trip to the liquor store, Classy and friends headed to where the crowds were gathered. Unfortunately, Bitch 1 and Bitch 2 were there as well. Not five seconds after I had made my way down, there was already whispering and pointing. Seriously, no exaggeration, whispering and pointing. You know, how girls acted in middle school, yes, be with me here.  Not real. Comments were made behind my back that came back to me via loyal sisters and/or friends and by the end of the day I had come up with my conclusions: I've tried to be nice. For whatever reason, I've cared about why said girls should have such distaste for me and don't lose it here, I've cared that they still care. Why? God only knows. But not anymore. After this weekend, I have to see them in passing. Maybe once a year at a wedding or graduation in the Spring, but other than that, I'm done. I'm done trying to fix something I never broke in the first place. Bitches will be bitches and that's that. If they need to hold onto something so that they have something to talk about at a later date, I'm going to be at peace with that. Once again, let's review. Classy= graduated and living far away from the two of them and their little realm of drama. Hooray for that very fact. 

Now, my one vindictive comment: Bitch 1 was on Homecoming court for some ungodly reason and not only did she not win, she didn't even make it into the top three. It's okay, you can laugh. I did. In any case, although bitches will be bitches, I was once again reminded why I missed that place so much. My favorites will forever keep me coming back for more whenever possible, no matter the drama I have to avoid or take head on in order to get there. At this point in life, my best memories stem from college and being back in a place where these memories come alive again, it was refreshing. 

While my favorite Island girl has been Homecoming Queen before, I feel that this year, I'm going to take the crown. After all, I survived. Thanks to loyal friends... and quite a bit of good alcohol. 

Survival of the Fittest

Well, first and oh so important... I survived Wednesday without any major catastrophes! No uncontrollable headaches at work, no family deaths, and no flat tires! This is something to truly celebrate! 

Something else to celebrate, Road trips! And the countdown is on for my road trip of the weekend... and another day to survive. I don't so much have much trouble surviving bitches though and I'm so excited about this trip. Island girl is headed to the city tonight and tomorrow morning, we head out. Hundreds of miles of singing along to the songs we partied to in college, catching up with one another and gossiping about the people we're about to be surrounded by, and scheming up escape plans in case of emergency. Can't wait! 

But before all of this can ensue, I must enjoy my day off of work by one final day of shopping before the main event! Still without the "perfect" thing to wear for the weekend and with payday conveniently being yesterday, wish me luck! Fashion always makes me stronger, doesn't it you? 

I'm sure I'll have stories to share on Monday! Have a great weekend all!

Come Monday

It will be the week of my alma mater's Homecoming festivities. Beginning on Friday, my road trip ensues with my favorite Island girl, traveling northeast a few hundred miles back to a place I both love and hate, miss and dread. 

Perhaps a little difficult to explain if you are unaware of my track record with these people. I've briefly posted about college history a couple of months ago after a wedding weekend gone wrong, but I'll update you. I absolutely loved college. Loved the place, the people, the professors, what I studied, all of it. I loved it. And I miss it. Almost all of it. A select few sorority sisters could accidentally miss this whole weekend and I'd be okay with it. Not going to happen, but if it did, I wouldn't cry. 

You know those kind of girls.. the ones that accuse you of something that actually has nothing to do with them, first of all, and can't let it go even though, once again, it never even had anything to do with them. Not only can they not let go of it because it's been over a year since drama went down, they can't let go of it even though I've graduated and moved far away. Yeah, be with me on this. Ridiculous. That would be the part I hate and dread. Drama. I've moved away from it and I don't miss it at all. 

Anyway, aside from them, I am more than happy to be headed back. I'm looking so forward to seeing my sisters, my friends, those I've missed terribly, including Rico, and spending a great weekend with them. Having my Island girl and a few adult beverages with me to keep me sane and stable. It should be another interesting chapter of college living. Going back as an alumni. I don't know how I'll handle it, but I'm excited about it nonetheless. The great thing about moving away is that people are always excited to see you when you come back to visit. Especially when you purposefully look like a million dollars. They don't have to know you've been thinking about the perfect thing to wear to such an event for weeks now... Just call me "Super Star." You know me, fond of attention. The good kinds anyway. 

Here's hoping for all of the good attention, very little drama and very few bitches, and  another well spent, relaxing weekend to remember in a place I'll always hold close to my heart. 

Unbelievable.

Once again, another fantastic Wednesday. I had a total of 4 children in class today due to rain and sickness, I suppose. No matter, it was a relaxing day filled mostly with decorating my classroom for the Autumn season. Favorite sub with me again and all 4 children were my "good kids" of the class. Pretty easy day... so it had to be something before the end of it, right? Right. 

It's just always something. And today, it was a very flat tire that I heard rumbling around as I got off the interstate headed home from work. Luckily, I was the dumbass who continued driving the one to two miles from the interstate to my apartment. I know, I know. Retard. Listen, it's sketch around here, I'm not trying to stop somewhere I'm unsure about.  It's cool, I'm okay, wheel unbent and all. Anyway, I'm now awaiting AAA to come and rescue me. 

And it all comes back to the fact that I need a new car. Briefly mentioned in prior posts, there could be one in my future. Look, I know you can just as easily end up with a nail in a new car's tire as you can with my Little Red, however it's just one more thing to add to the list of faults poor Little Red has grown to acquire. Yes, she's been a good car... most of the time. See Roxie's tribute for details. Even so, it's time to move on. Seriously time. 

End of rant. Chalk another one up to Wednesdays. Pah.

Does Length Matter?

During previously mentioned whirlwind weekend, Roxie and I managed to escape for about an hour to both get hair cuts. It was a spur of the moment decision, but one we both had been meaning to make for quite some time now. It was just a trim, since it had been a while since my last cut and style, but I always am so conflicted when it comes to my hair.

I've had my hair both very long and what I consider very short, but in all actuality, not tremendously short. Now, I'm somewhere in between. My hair is complex. It's very fine without the body I would like it to have and without the ability to hold curl for very long at all without the use of an entire bottle of hairspray. I just wish I could get it to do something. Anything really. And I can't ever make up my mind whether or not I want it once again, short or long. Take a look with me if you will...

This haircut is so cute. Mine at the moment, while similar, is a little longer and doesn't fall so fantastically across my face. This is close to what I've been trying to maintain for a little over a year now. Every now and again, a little longer, but never shorter than this. Her face is more oval than mine, therefore, this length looks great. I have to be careful that mine doesn't get too short for fear of my face looking too round.

Okay, so we know that I'm quite the fan of Carrie. Also, I love her hair. Moreso, I would love for my hair to look as her's. Then again, I don't have a stylist to do mine every morning, nor does mine or will mine ever have such volume. But I do love having long hair. It does something for guys too, let me tell you. Granted, if you've read my blog for any length of time you know I'll never tell you to do something because it does something for guys, but they do love the long hair. Everytime I talk about cutting mine off, no matter the length, I'm told not to.. for whatever reason.

Thus, the dilemma continues. Being one of the most indecisive people I know, I'm sure it will always be a struggle to know what I want my hair to look like for the next however long. Not the deepest I've ever written, but I'm tired of being depressing on here and I can guess you're probably tired of it too. So, thoughts? Long, short, why do we care so much? Whatev. Let me know.

Whirlwind Weekend

Where do I begin? How about Friday. How about spending far too long at a conference for work on my birthday. Try 8 hours. Sounds like a typical work day right? Well this conference just kept going and going and going. Maybe because I needed so desperately to just get to Friday night, ie. my birthday party, ie. the most fun I've had in such a long time.

No really.

Came home to my favorite Island girl and my brother all but waiting on me when I returned from my all day event. Showered and came out to roses from Mr. Perfect, and more people continuing to come through my door. My co-teacher, also make-up artist for MAC, did my make-up and my shopping had proven to be successful earlier in the week. Everyone looked hot and we headed out for a long night on the town.

Things went by quickly, but here's a quick re-cap: first stop, cute bar off the main strip that wasn't too crowded until our eleven person entorage showed up. I walk in the door, some of our party was already there and already ready to order me a beverage of choice. I knew it would be a great night from there. After a few hours here, we began walking down the strip to find a girl shouting at us to come in for free cover and free shots at the bar for the birthday girl, etc! I love being famous. Had our free shots, plus another select few and then headed out again. This time for dancing. And we danced and danced and drank and danced. My younger brother managed to find his way into the middle of a group of thirty year olds dancing, my beautiful heels managed to be pryed off of my dying feet, and the dj managed to announce it was my birthday, along with three other girls there. No matter, it was fantastic. What a birthday. It was everything I had wanted it to be.

The next morning, however, was not what I wanted it to be. Not feeling the least bit sick, thanks to the brother's remedy of late night taco bell, we all had to get up and pack up for the trip back home. Our grandmother's funeral was late Saturday and the burial took place on Sunday. Talk about polar opposite emotions Saturday night from those had Friday night. I couldn't keep myself from crying... a lot. My whole family seemed to feel that way. It was really hard. Then again, it was good to be with family. Even those I really have trouble caring about because they don't care about themselves. I know everyone has them. All of my cousins of course were in full force. I had friends show up to show respect and not allow me to completely fall apart. I feel like I did okay for the most part. I kept saying last night that I was ready for a new week. A positive beginning.

So, here we are. Still focusing on Friday night and trying to keep from concentrating on our sad weekend, I'm very thankful for my friends. New or old, my hometown girls or my city friends, all made my birthday special or held me up when I needed them most. I didn't know I could have as much fun again as I had on Friday. I thought they were gone with the college life. Alas, the city night brings a new light. Especially when your party is eleven people deep. I'm ready to go out and do it again. However, my Mr. Perfect's bar tab at stop number 1 was $70, thanks to your's truly, and there were two more stops after that... so he's probably okay with waiting a little while. At least until another payday.

And the Wait is Over.

At 3:45 this afternoon my grandmother passed away. I didn't know about it until after work when I called home to check in around 6. I cried all the way home, went and sat on my back porch alone and cried some more, simply taking in the cool breeze and the silence. I feel it hasn't fully set in and probably won't until I'm actually home surrounded by others who feel the way I'm feeling. The ironic part of it is that my mom said that this morning she actually had looked better. You know, more color, a little less "living dead" as she had been when I saw her Saturday. Her blood pressure, however, was something like 78/36. She warned me that it was probable by the end of the day, but I still wasn't prepared when she actually spoke the words. 

Another irony, today had been a really good day for a Wednesday. You know how my typical Wednesdays are. Well, today the children were relatively well-behaved, I had my favorite sub with me and we pretty much laughed all day, and I was productive, getting a lot of work actually accomplished. I was pretty proud of myself and feeling rather peaceful. More so than previously this week. Maybe that should've been my sign. 

At least it wasn't on my birthday right? From the looks of things now, hopefully the funeral won't fall on my birthday either. Hopefully, I'll be taking home a dose of a fun night out to keep me going throughout the remainder of the weekend. My brother says we should still go out Friday. I'm hoping things will settle within me and I'll be able to enjoy what I've been looking so forward to. We're trying for a positive Friday so we can make it through the negative Saturday and Sunday. Yay. Happy Birthday to me. 

Anyway, I'm just filing through many emotions at the moment. Hurt, Guilt, Anger, Sadness, Exhaustion.. all things that I'm sure anyone feels during this time. I could've held a few less grudges, I could've cared a little less about the late birthday cards, I could've been a little less distant, I could've been a little less selfish all around I suppose. 

Coulda, woulda, shoulda... Isn't that the way it always goes? I've really struggled tonight, but I'm a tough one. At least I can make myself seem that way. It should be quite the emotionally diverse weekend. I'll keep you posted.