Happy Holiday Weekend!

All week long I've been teaching my kids at work about Independence Day. Celebrating the 4th of July with picnics, cookouts, friends, family and a day off of work. The latter being my favorite right now. I woke up this morning around 9:30a. I never thought that 9:30 would be sleeping in for me, but I woke up refreshed and ready to begin my day with just a couple of extra hours of sleep. My off day's plan is a good breakfast, a quick run, a lunch date with my co-teacher, and a short round of shopping and running errands before Mr. Perfect's parents come in for the weekend. They're awesome so I'm not dreading that at all. I'm hoping that we are able to head downtown into the city for the rather large fireworks show tomorrow evening. Should be a pretty fantastic weekend. Especially since I have the added day tacked onto it. 

Last weekend, I was a slacker and didn't update. So sorry. I went home last weekend for a celebration of Rico's birthday. He had come to my hometown to stay with his best friend currently enrolled in the University there and I came to join the party. IG and Diva were there too. It was a great weekend of fun with friends I miss so dearly. Dart champions named once again... only winning 1/3 BUT that's not the point. Mr. Super Athlete earned slight bragging rights, but they won't last long. Rico had a great birthday I would assume and that was the point. Right?  In any case, it was so great to have a weekend of doing whatever I pleased with whomever I pleased. Felt like college again. And once again, it was so hard to leave. That's one thing that never changes. 

All in all it's been a good couple of weeks. Next weekend, I travel back to where I went to college for yet another Sorority sister's wedding. Should be fun. She's fun. Not one of the bitches as you know them... not regularly anyway. Ha. But then again, who am I to talk. It'll be a good weekend. I hope to share a short visit with Roxie too. She'll be through town at least one of the days I'm home. I'm enjoying seeing all of my bests this summer. Keeps me going even though I have to work through it 40 hours a week unlike ever before. Ah, well. Growing up is hard to do. 

Happy 4th! 

We Can't Forget, "These are the Days"

I'm trying my best to remember this on a day to day basis. As I'm gearing up for May Mania, I've also been struggling to cope with my current inner dilemma regarding my emotions around this time of year. While I'm thrilled for the upcoming events in the month of May, the weekdays in between the weekends seem to continue to both depress me and infuriate me... depending on the day. 

I'm so unhappy with my job. Within the past three weeks, I've cried three times while at work. Details aside, I'm working my ass off and still seem to come up short on a regular basis in regard to keeping my boss(es) satisfied. I'm over it. As many of the issues I have with my current career, the foremost at the moment is that they don't pay me enough to be on my ass all of the time when I know damn well I'm good at what I do, and most certainly not enough to make me cry and dread work as much as I currently do. I'm over the middle-aged women being jealous of the young, educated, and enthusiastic. I can't help but feel as if every little thing that I do is dissected simply to find fault. What is that? Honestly. I've known since I started this job that it wasn't a permanent situation. It's not what I went to school to do, but after moving to a new city and into a new apartment, and then looking for a job for what seemed like forever, I was happy with a starting out point that seemed as if it were a relatively positive environment to settle into while still looking for other options. Well, with a tanking economy and a new routine in general for this Classy Girl, I became quite comfortable in said positive environment until recently when the positive vibe has begun to drastically decline. I have been thrust back into the reality that this is not what I want to be doing for any longer than I have to. I have also come to accept that I let fear of failure hinder future wants or endeavors. Thus why I haven't taken the GRE, thus why I haven't been on the market for higher paying jobs that require more of me but that I know fully well I am capable of handling, thus why almost a year to date after my college graduation I find that I'm close to miserable more than not on a regular work day. I've never been one to give myself enough credit. So here I am. Poor pitiful me, huh? I'm not trying to play the pity card, just venting through what is currently a very frustrating period. 

Everyone that I've spoken with has understood my frustrations. All too often I've heard that your first 'real' job is never the one you most desire. My response: no joke. But I'm trying my best to push forward, not be rash, enjoy the good parts of my job (...most of my kids), and not be unemployed in our current monetary crisis. Thus, in honor of my post title, Sugarland's These are the Days, I leave you with a few of my favorite lines in the song...

It feels like we're living from paycheck to check.

We wake up wondering what might happen next.

Sometimes it feels like we won't make it through,

but the hard times pass like the good ones do.

As Promised: Weekend Festivities, Part 1

Success! Beautiful, blissful, drama-free success! The weekend was altogether fantastic. The reactions I was so craving were all delivered one by one. I saw Rico first and I believe it's safe to say he didn't know what to do with himself when I stepped out of my car. He continued to tell me how fabulous I looked throughout the remainder of the weekend. In anything that I put on, every fantastic outfit purchased prior to said weekend, he just couldn't get over how good I looked. ha. I loved it. Not gonna lie. If that wasn't motivation enough to continue working, more would follow...

On Friday night, it was a simple night of beer and basketball. Being March Madness and all, I was perfectly happy with relaxing with the boys for the evening. Always makes for good conversation. Rico and a couple of his fraternity brothers started talking about their sweetheart. The humor in this for me is that their sweetheart is Bitch numero uno when it comes to giving me hell. The conversation progresses to them asking me to return for pledging season next year with the title of their Sweetheart 2.0. ha! Although, I knew it was ridiculous for them to even suggest, the ego was more than a little boosted to find that they enjoyed my company so much. If they only knew how sweet I could be... I've learned from the best: IG, being the Sweetheart of our brother fraternity in school. It made me smile to say the least.

Saturday was the day of Round 1. Ring the bell, I'm going in to fight. My stomach was in absolute chaos. Knots of anxiety and stress. It was terrible. I dreaded it all morning. As stated previously, I build everything up in my head to be far worse than it actually is. I walk into the church feeling as if my entire sorority hates me when I know that it's only a couple of bitches continuing to talk shit because they have nothing better to do with their time. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't look fabulous. I told you, give them something to hate on if they feel the need to keep hating. My dress was a clearance steal from White House, Black Market and one sister in particular gushed over it the entire time, telling me how flattering it was and beautiful it was, could she have it... etc. I especially enjoyed these comments being made in front of the bitches. The bitches who, when seeing me for the first time try to pass for excited to see me. "Hey Classy! How are you?!".... please. I said a simple, "Hello" and turned around. I don't have time for the fake bs anymore. While I understand they're still in the non-confrontational and altogether immature mindset, I don't have to be. As Ms. Spears says...

"I don't like you, you don't like me, it don't matter. The only difference is you still listen, I don't have to. In one ear and out the other, I don't need you. Your words don't stick, I ain't perfect, but you ain't either."

Pretty perfect, don't you agree? In any case, I saw those that I wanted to see and that were happy to see me. I enjoyed conversation with old alumni and those that I had graduated with that I hadn't seen in a long time. And in the corner of my eye, you better believe, I could see the bitches talking and watching. Which is just exactly what I wanted them to be doing. I felt good.

After the wedding, I caught up with Rico again and let him know that I had survived and was actually happy with the outcome of the afternoon. I declined an invitation by a few of the sisters for dinner and party after the wedding. This also made me feel good. I am finally at a point where I can say 'No' and not care. I then was able to spend a few hours with one of my top favorite people of all times, my sociology advisor and favorite professor ever. It was so wonderful catching up and seeing her daughter that I once babysat. She's three and can spell her name. Being around three year olds all of the time now, I know that this is a big deal. She was beautiful. It was such a great night.

Round 2 would follow on Sunday. Before the duo-bridal shower, I went with Rico and one of his brothers to grab lunch and fresh flowers for the shower. As we sat in this particular restaurant, guess who pulls up and walks in. Indeed. The bitches. Perfect. ha. They walk in, they see us, they get their fake hello's ready, they get their food, and they leave. One of them has a terrible headache from the aforementioned party the night before. My question would be, "If you weren't planning on eating here, why didn't you just go through the drive thru?" Maybe it's me, I don't know. I laughed when they left that I just must be too intimidating. ha. It made my day. It's about time for them to change their plans for me instead of the other way around. They attended the shower, which by the way was beautiful, but didn't say a word to me. I was okay with this. I got plenty of "You look so happy and healthy!" and "You're so little!" and "Could you be my trainer?" in front of them, to last me for quite some time.

The bride of the wedding I'm going to be a part of in May, failed to mention anything about a difference in my appearance. This is not surprising. This being the same bride who ordered my dress in a size up from the size I asked her to. Not bitter. We'll see who needs what size come the end of May, won't we?

All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed my weekend. I had such a great time with Rico and catching up with those I'd been excited to see. The bitches held their position on the bitch scale, but to their dismay, I had a brand new attitude and a body that isn't done working but is quite a bit better than what it was, last they saw. I felt good and looked good. I was happy. And healthy. Even after my late night Taco Bell run... hey, we had to have at least one, right?

I know this is a long one, and you can't imagine why there would be a Part 2, but that's an entirely different rant in general. Stay tuned. Hope everyone had a fabulous weekend as well and that your Monday back in reality wasn't as severely depressing as mine. Happy Tuesday!

Ring the Alarm!

Time's up! Tomorrow's the big day... if I can make it until then. My insides are about to explode with nerves, anxiety, and excitement. I've made out my very extensive and thoroughly thought out to-do list for this evening along with my packing list. I'm trying to get all of my ducks in a row, so to speak, before tomorrow rolls around. I'm fairly certain I have never created such a packing list before. But as I've said previously, everything has to be perfect. I am bound and determined to not let the bitches get to me this time. You see, as much of a bad ass as I make myself sound here on occasion, I do end up in tears at least once every time I'm around them. But never in front of them. Fear not. They're just unbelievable for the most part. I've yet to figure out exactly what I ever did to make them hate me with the fury in which they do, but hey, nothing I can do about it now... Therefore, this time around, I'm feeling good about me, I'm excited about seeing those that I haven't seen in far too long, and basically, they can kiss my ass.

We'll see how far that attitude gets me. Hopefully through the entire weekend. If not, I'm sure you'll hear about it either way. I do believe, however that this go around, I have planned everything out to the simplest detail. I'm being the perfect party planner with the cutest favors ever... that were dirt cheap... I have the best gifts for this shower, even though I'd rather not give them to either of the brides-to-be as I'd prefer to not think of them laced about in lingerie. But that's not the point. The point is that they're cute, they're from me and I am Classy 2.0. ha. Once again, I've said, it certainly hasn't hurt to maintain such a full and confident attitude when I'm lighter on the scales and slimmer in the waist line. I still have quite a ways to go, but they won't know that until they see me again when these actual weddings take place this summer.

In any case, wish me luck. I know I've asked for it before, but as this week has been dragging ever so slowly along, my nerves and blood pressure have risen quite a bit. I'm looking forward to the positives. Mr. Perfect says, "The only things you HAVE to do in life are pay taxes and die, everything else is a WANT to." He tells me to screw obligation basically. This line of conversation always takes place when I tell him I have to be cordial to these catty bitches, or worse, hang out with them when other sisters are present. He hates them, by the way. But nevertheless, I will be at least attempting to follow such wise words. It's about time that I do what I want to do when I'm back in a place that I called home before they did. Another piece of advice he lends that I will most definitely be following and that I've shared with IG, "You've earned the right to be conceited..." Now, out of context, I look like the bitch here, but I've worked hard and I plan on showing that off. Who wouldn't? That's what I thought. My feelings are, they need a jolt back into reality in knowing that they aren't as high and mighty as they think they are... might be good for them to see that they've gained every ounce I've lost. ha! Okay, I'm done.

Hope everyone else enjoys their weekend. I know it's a bit early, but mine begins tomorrow night after work. Look forward to many a story upon my return! Keep your fingers crossed for the reactions I crave!

Classy 2.0

Okay, so clearly Kate Winslet is far more classy than I could ever hope to be, however, Classy 2.0 has since been the title given to me by one of my number one fans, Rico. He says it's like I'm simply trying to make myself  into a better version of me. Hence, 2.0. And I found that pretty clever and altogether accurate. He's pretty good about things like that. 

Today, was one of those days where I felt as a Classy 2.0. I weighed in upon leaving the gym this morning almost against my better judgement, but I found that I have since lost a total of sixteen pounds since January 1! Hooray! I'm thrilled. Mr. Perfect told one of the trainers there while I was doing one of my weight sets that I had lost around fifteen pounds (this was before the weigh in), and the trainer commented that he had noticed that I'd been so consistent, even coming in by myself at times, and that the number of pounds lost was pretty accurate and healthy for the amount of time I'd been at it. This made me feel twice as good when I stepped on the scale. Perfection. A little over the half way mark of my original goal! It has definitely lifted my spirits ten fold today. 

One of the reasons why I need my spirits lifted? Next weekend I get to co-host the aforementioned duo bridal shower back in the middle of Drama Central. My Alma mater. Among all of my sorority sisters, some I love, some have grown to be more caddy than when I left, and some were already high up on the bitch scale when I departed and I would rather not have to deal with them anymore. Or ever again. Alas, this is where I am on life's journey. Stuck with obligation. Again. I must say, however, that while a part of me dreads the trip based solely on two or three bitches I've discussed before, I am quite eager to see the look on some of their faces when Classy 2.0 enters the building. I've pretty much bought an entire new wardrobe for the occasion and have been working extra hard in the gym in preparation for the reaction I so hope for. 

Another reaction I'm looking forward to would be that of Mr. Rico, himself. As I haven't seen him in months, it will be quite entertaining to see what he thinks of this Classy 2.0 that he's only heard over the phone and has yet to see in person. A girl's gotta make an entrance you know. I live for the shock factor. You know, the surprise on every one's face. The giant smiles and "I'm so proud of you! 's" or the jealous eyes and the whispers behind my back... or even a jaw drop. I could go for that. I can't wait. 

As I'm staying with Rico for the weekend, it will give the bitches even more to discuss amongst their jealous selves. I'm sure I'll have plenty of stories for you upon my return, but until then fingers crossed that I receive the reaction so hoped for. If the haters gotta hate, you gotta give them something to hate on, right? ha. 

Happy Saturday, everyone! Hope your weather forecast is as beautiful as mine and you give the bitches something to talk about too! 

Why Do Mondays Come So Quickly?

Nothing so exciting to report from the weekend. I suppose I had enough excitement last weekend to last me for a while. Saturday was far too busy to be considered a Saturday. I sat at the doctor's office for two hours on Saturday morning waiting for them to tell me that I didn't in fact have an ear infection, it was just sinuses and I needed a Z-pac and a decongestant. Thanks for that. I could've told you that when I was giving you my name and insurance card. I was, however, more than thrilled for my left ear to finally pop after two days and my hearing to be fully restored. I swear, these children will be the death of me. And tomorrow, guess what... Monday again! The beginning of another week. Two weeks ago: Pink Eye; Last week: Near Ear Infection/Terrible Sinus Cold; This week: stay tuned! 

I know, I know, I should be thankful that I have a job. And I am. I really do enjoy my work. But after a while, as with any job, I firmly believe that everyone wishes for just a short period of paid unemployment. I'm just saying, it'd be nice. I couldn't do it all of the time, I'd get bored. But vacations are nice. Paid vacations even nicer. 

Next weekend's events: Mr. Super Athlete's 19th birthday--even though his id would say it's his 24th? Not the point. Parents are returning to the city to celebrate. In other words, Classy gets free stuff! Hooray for S.A's day of birth! There's already a nice dinner planned for Friday night, I'm sure I can get the madre out shopping on Saturday, and Daddy always leaves extra cash when he leaves his little girl. Therefore, I'm working, working out, and counting the days until another weekend arrives. Is that the way everyone else lives? Weekend to weekend? Unless you work on the weekends, I can't help but assume it is. Oh, the days back in college when every day's work was about 2 hours of class, 2 hours of napping and a party at least twice a week to attend.... sigh. 

"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays...." Office Space

"Ode to Little Red"

For the preview to this post see :Roxie.

I'm getting new wheels! SO exciting! At the end of the weekend my name will be signed to a brand new (used) car! And I'm thrilled! It's been such a long time coming! My poor Little Red has been a good car. She really has. She's had her struggles and her flaws, but then again, so have I. She's stuck with me and always pulled through again and again. So many memories..... 

When I learned that she had finally been traded back home, I was a little saddened, I won't lie. As much as I have wanted and pleaded for a new car in the past.... four years or so... When it actually happened, it hurt a bit. I'm just easily attached to things. People more so, but things, material things that I shouldn't be so attached to... I am. I can't help it. That car has been mine all mine since I turned 16. She drove Roxie and I to high school, she graduated with me, took me to college, moved me to my new city life, had many a pair of shoes thrown in and out of her, many a frozen twizzler, many an operation, many angry songs played, many tears cried and many more laughs... I could go on. What a life she's led. And now, she'll lead someone elses...

And so, goodbye sweet Little Red. You were good to me. And I'll always remember you. 

Anyway, enough of that. 

I'm getting a new car, I'm getting a new car, I'm getting a new car!!! Hooray! Oh, Happy Day!

Trapped

1. Sorry I've been a major slacker for about a week now. Promise to not let it happen again. 

2. Note: This post may be very Carrie Bradshaw-esque and may even make some of you roll your eyes at me for not appreciating what I've been blessed with. But you know me, no apologies. 

This past weekend was quite wonderful. I enjoyed some alone time, some pampering, and a lot of sleeping. It was exactly what I needed at the end of last week. Yesterday however, was rough. What is it about Sunday afternoons? I find them so lonely, no matter where I am. So you're asking yourself how do I go from lonely to trapped? Try and stay with me. 

I spoke with my mother several times yesterday as I usually do. She knows Sundays are hard for me. Once again, I don't know why. Anyway, one of our last conversations of the day began with her telling me that my grandmother's most recent habit is referring to Mr. Perfect as my finance. Okay. Hold the phone. Last I checked my left hand, I have no diamond. I, more or less, brushed it off with "Whatever helps her sleep at night." Note: She's not a fan of her only granddaughter having moved in with her boyfriend. Also note: Classy doesn't care. If she only knew how many other things in my life she could stress over aside from my living arrangements... Anyway, moving on. While my mom was laughing about this, it led into a conversation I didn't want to have. She began asking questions that she rarely asks because she knows I don't enjoy them. Ex. "Have the 2 of you talked about it? What are your thoughts?" And my personal favorite, "Are you sure he's the one?" Please mother, put these on top of my carefree weekend just to add a little spice. 

The truth is I once had the answers to all of these questions. Now, I feel that even the simple questions put me in a cage I cannot seem to escape. I'm not ready to make these decisions. When a grand majority of my friends are married, engaged, or in very serious relationships, I find myself feeling stuck. Have I trapped myself in a life I don't want to be in? Just writing that sentence brings tears of fear to my eyes. I laugh it off most of the time. Questions are asked and I give the typical answers that I know everyone wants to hear, but honestly it scares me to death to find myself in such a position at this point in my life. 

Maybe it's a fear of the unknown or a fear of growing up. Maybe it's a fear of making a mistake or losing control over my precious independence. Maybe it's typical Classy playing our everything in her head to an exaggerated state. Whatever the case might be, I've really struggled with it for the past 48 hours. 

Interestingly enough, it has more to do with my own state of mind than Mr. Perfect. One would think something had changed or gone wrong with the fault lying in him, but not so much. I mean, I could make out a list of all of the qualities I love so much about him and all of the things he does for me. Then again, I could also list the things that drive me crazy along with everything I wish he did for me. But that is the case with every man, right? Or any significant other, I suppose. Whatever. It's not about him. 

I guess I'm settled here now. Therefore, it's time to figure out what's next. And the "what's next" answers are becoming more frightening every day. 

Another sorority sister got engaged last night. My college roommate (also engaged) emailed me this morning to tell me. She also concluded in her own special way... "Soon we're all going to be married! Isn't that exciting! When are you joining the club? Want me to stop asking? haha..." etc etc. Well, I do know the answer to that question and it's "YES! For the love of everything good and holy, stop asking!"

Oh life. In the words of the beautiful Dierks Bentley, "I'd settle for a slowdown."

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.

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. 

"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. 

Rejuvenated?

There they are. They've made an appearance. If you don't like the Sex and the City cliche, you might as well move to another blog because I find a lot of solace and wisdom from Ms. Carrie Bradshaw and her witty friends. 

All of that aside however, this picture perfectly describes how I felt Sunday night when on a brief visit to my hometown, I was able to catch up and drink up with a few of my favorite people. I was able to convince Roxie to come home for a few days as well, as it is a central location from our current addresses. So the two of us ventured out with the Diva (an old lifelong friend who continues to live down the street from my parents for the time being), Ditzy (another old friend who you would find fits this nickname perfectly), and Mr. Perfect. Why he put up with this venture, I'll never know, because it was a very late night and a very expensive bar tab later that I felt truly happy at home once again with my girlfriends. 

We did two rounds of girly shots, topped off with rum and cokes and cokes and rum and rum and cokes etc. etc... Unfortunately enough, because Mr. Perfect was at the table for the majority of the evening, no free cocktails were supplied.. therefore, moi expensive tab at the end of this madness. Not that money should really matter at all when you're out with your friends. I'd do it all over again. Without hesitation.

After a weekend spent with Mr. Perfect's friends at the wedding of the season, it was nice to have a relaxing night out with favorites where I felt like there was zero need to try and impress anyone in my immediate company. It's really hard starting over. I don't feel the need to impress everyone I come into contact with, but you're still on your toes all of the time. Yes? Am I the only one? 

Anyway, my alma mater's classes begin again next week and for the first time, I'm not there. I'm not there for the first parties of the year, the relaxing afternoons on the couch avoiding studies with my closest friends, the days of nothing that mean everything... you get me.  As you can promptly tell, I have mixed feelings about this. The first feeling is envy for those going back to the comfort of college life. The second feeling is sadness that I'm missing out on so much of what I have known and so many whom I have loved for so long. The third feeling is more of an awkward feeling.. not really one I fully understand all the time. I'm happy to be in a new part of my life. A new chapter. I want to be happy about this all the time... But the more you get to know me, the more you find I don't deal well with change. Especially drastic change. And this summer has been pretty drastic. But I'm working on getting through it all. We'll see how it goes.. This is me. Dealing with it. 

All in all, I feel that is enough reflecting for the time being. It was a good weekend. Very well spent with the closest thing I have to a "New York- S.A.T.C" group of girlfriends on a random late Sunday night. I find it's those random nights that turn into the best of nights... and those alone can keep me going no  matter how many changes occur around me.