Confession: I'm a tatted up, bibliophilic punk rocker.

I really enjoy creating playlists from my favorite music each week, my Tuesday Music Mix, but yesterday was just not having it.  Really though.  I was at work all day, ya know, working and stuff, then out to dinner with Jon and when I got home I was up until two am finishing some homework that was just a couple days late.
Obviously I had wayyyy more time for watching the Belgium vs US game then I did for getting on blogging.  Sue me.

BTW, right on Tim Howard.


So because I love my music, and my brain is completely fried today even after three cups of coffee, I'm posting my playlist today instead of yesterday.

I'm a rebel, I know.  Don't have to tell me twice.

 

Song list:

"Elevated" by State Champs

"Soul & Body" by Air Dubai

"Loose Ends" by Real Friends

"Adelaide" by Anberlin

"A Call To Arms" by Bayside

 

All of these songs are from artists playing at this year's Warped Tour.  I'm really damn sad that I can't go this year but I play the compilation CD in the car, close my eyes and pretend that I'm there, surrounded by the pungent smell of pot and rubbed on by sweaty dudes in sleeveless shirts.
Sigh.  A girl can dream.

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Today I'm also linking up again with Vodka and Soda for Humpday Confessions.  I don't have anything crazy vulnerable to put out there like last week, but here it goes.

I confess...

...that I loathe, dread, hate homework but, dude, I get so freakin' excited to do the science experiments for my bio class.
Last night I bounced in to the living room to show Jon the status of my egg experiment, which was an egg soaked in vinegar, karo syrup and coffee for about a week, and all he could do was yell at me, "Ew!  Why the hell are you touching it with your bare hands?".  Hater.  What he didn't understand was that it might be an a gross egg but it was a really cool gross egg.

...that I often I would rather sink in to the couch and read then leave the house to actually do stuff.  Such is the life of an addict.

...that I didn't do my homework on time this weekend and covered by telling my teacher that I had trouble with my Internet.

...that I reeaallly want a full sleeve of tattoos but am too scared of what other people will think, especially possible employers.  Would I be able to get a job?  What if I can't cover them up?  I stare jealously at other peoples' tattoos but don't have the balls to get another one for myself.


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What are your humpday confessions?
Would you go for the sleeves?  Do you even like tattoos?  Do you even go to this school?  (10 pts for whoever knows what movie that's from!)


Linking up with Vodka and Soda.
Check out previous weeks' music mixes here.



Something shiny and new

GUESS WHO GOT A NEW COMPUTER!
This girl, this girl right here.
My old computer broke for reasons that shall not be named and I take a full load of online classes, sooo a new computer was more than necessary.

Why do I feel like a such a perv when I type "full load"?

Anyways, my new computer is gorgeous.  I love it, it has a ton of storage space and the little side number keyboard thing that I don't know what its called but is perfect for my crap ton of accounting classes.

Seriously though.  It was between this computer and a MacBook Pro, and this computer won out because of the side number keyboard thing.  That's how important it was to me, or AKA I'm a huge school nerd.
That and I could just not handle the $1200+ price of a Mac when it does not have all the stuff I want, like at least 8 GB of ram...and a side number keyboard thing.  Just could could not do it.  The sacrifice was necessary and, to be honest, a bit depressing but a poor college student has got to do what a poor college student has got to do: get the better deal and drown her misery in cheap wine.

But now I can finally upload all my pictures from Neuschwanstein Castle!  That was such a fun trip, and the castles we saw were ridiculously cool, and of course my husband and I are suupperr photogenic (not) so our pictures are amazing (but they really are).
Obviously there's more to come when I actually find my camera and get around to uploading my pictures.  But for right now know that we had an awesome time and we road in a freakin' horse-drawn carriage up to a freakin' castle.  Cinderella much?  Yeah.

Sadly though I must now go back to sitting on my ass in my pajamas, studying cell structures and listening to pop punk.  'Tis my whole life in one sentence right there, folks.


Current stats:
Jon should get his orders for us to go home within the next week or so
I'm thinking of moving back home to CA instead of home to WA
There's a bug bite right between my boobs and it itches
The pup is, as always, ridiculously adorable

Avoidance and other things.

It's time to buckle down and do some homework...so of course I'm writing.

I'm writing and being pissed at my husband (don't ask) and eating chocolate covered coffee beans (gotta stay awake, yo!) and watching the movie Rent.  ...avoiding homework and living the dream.  Who wants to research picture archiving and communication systems anyways?  NOT this girl, no.  THIS is much better.

Sigh.  It doesn't get much better than leather-jacket-love.

By the way, what is it with super theatrical movies and me staying up late?  First it was Alice in Wonderland (the new one), then it was The Phantom of the Opera, and now its Rent.  Let's just chalk it up to good taste, shall we?


I don't know, man.  I had such a good day bullshitting with the husband and cleaning up random shit around the house, and now I'm just feeling it.  The bad IT.  The IT that makes you want to stuff your face with old holiday candy, curl up like a blanket burrito on the couch and watch movies like Rent and Love Actually.  Even with work tomorrow, I might still do this.  I'm obvious a really super cool mature adult because us fancy people totally do things like stay up later eating sugar and watching random shit.  I'll get far in life.

I mean, it was a GOOD day!  AFN played Frozen, I'm eating damn chocolate covered coffee beans and my dog is fucking adorable.  But sometimes it, that bad bad feeling, just happens and I've got to learn to accept that I guess.  I'm not broken, but neither am I obligated to feel happy-go-lucky all the freaking time, especially when I'm pretty frustrated with that man I'm in some weird long-term relationship with.  I think they call this marriage, but I've been a bit confused since this ain't no Cinderella shit.  That's actually what I love about marriage, it ain't perfect and its gritty and takes a lot of serious work if its real; I think happy endings are so much better if you have to work for it.  But sometimes it'd be nice to have some pretty roses and fireworks going off in the background, or even just the dishes put away.  


Tomorrow I'll try to edit and post up those pictures from my trip to Garmisch, but no promises.  I've been putting off this stupid, stupid, stupid 6 page paper that's due tomorrow, and did I mention that it's due tomorrow? 

Hard times and simple joys.

Yesterday, in a word, sucked.  It was true Monday Madness.

I'm not the type to air out dirty laundry, especially when it doesn't just involve myself, but let's just say that things at work aren't okay; being blamed for something that's not your fault by people you thought were friends is not fun.  A coworker I consider one of my best friends even came to my desk just to yell at me.  And though I don't have to go to work today, I'm counting on being shamed more when I go back tomorrow.  Whoopee.

That's why I thought it was appropriate to make-up Monday's Inspiration today!  There's never a bad time to bring some more positivity in to this world.  And its so important that, even through those times in which bad things are unjustly happening to you and you feel more alone than ever, you hold your head high and continue sharing love.

All images pulled from Tumblr.  Sources unknown.

Why does it seem that its during the tough, lonely times that we tend to find simple joys and build a strong sense of self?  Though, maybe it's just me.

Today's simple joys:

Watching Mirror Mirror (LOVE Lily Collins and the styling is ridic)

Working on homework

Drinking coffee

Doing laundry (better than lighting a candle)

Loving on my dog

Keep holding on, lovelies.  New beautiful things are waiting right around the corner.  And go find the simple joys, you won't regret it.

XO, Jenni

It's 7:30 AM

...and I'm now done with this shenanigan called school.

You guys, this means I'm done with the classes for my associates degree.  I'm a college grad!!

I know, I know, there's tons more school to get through, but don't ruin this.  Tomorrow/today (it's a very gloomy morning) is going to be fantastically relaxing and might include a celebratory chocolate bar.

Abduction!

You know that the final essay for your history class is going to turn out well when the prompt begins with:

"You’re an American living in the year 1940. Suddenly, you’re abducted by aliens and transported forward in time to the year 2012. . . "

You hear that?  Suddenly.

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Almost done with this shenanigan called school.

Sleepless

Another night of homework, homework and more homework (besides the time I'm spending distracted by the lovely blog world).

To set the mood?
Sleepless In Seattle and coffee.  Anybody else love this movie too?

Source here

Somehow watching it has become a Christmas tradition in my family, but it's a fantastic movie any time of the year.  Perfect bits of romantic, funny and neurotic.

"Horses, horses, horses, horses..."
A big hug to anybody who gets that reference. :-)


On another note...
There are these moments in which I realize how grateful I am for the life I live.  Like when a new recipe turns out delicious and my husband has randomly said "I love you so much" more times in a day than I can count.

Sorry if that first statement sounds pompous, and sorry if it even sounds completely ungrateful as, in the grand scheme of things, my life is truly nice.  Pleasant, even.

I mean, the Hubs and I hit roadblocks, snags, bumps and also acquire the accompanying bruises.
Like his currently black and blue foot that might be broken.

There was that time I fell apart sending the Hubs back to Iraq for nine more straight months.
That time we were completely broke, buying groceries on credit until my new paychecks started coming in.
And that time we fought and fought until I almost went back home while he stayed here to continue playing Army.

But our good moments, the ones that shine brightly and bring a little hope with their experience, are what keep me smiling.


I've been told that I smile too much, is that a thing?

Barney Stinson ain't got nothing on this.

Today, my house was a mess with dishes and Army gear, I have so much homework to finish that I probably won't sleep tonight and my dog peed on the floor and then escaped outside for a nighttime romp.
But those are small things. (...right? right.)

Why sweat the small stuff when tomorrow has enough troubles of it's own?  Or something like that.
And in the meantime, we've got to learn to appreciate those little moments of sunshine and happiness that are in every.day.  Life truly is good.  Note to self- must remember that.