These tears... incorrigible

There are few things in life more painful than having your dignity and self-confidence torn from your fingers while they grasp at air because they don't know how to hold on.

Time needs to go faster and heal these wounds. That's what time is for, right?

The day I am able to stop bursting into tears multiple times a day needs to arrive. Swiftly.

My sanity and hydration depend on it.

Truer words were never spoken

"A woman needs ropes and ropes of pearls."

--Coco Chanel


Yes. A quote rivaled only by Elizabeth Taylor, who said,

"Big girls need big diamonds."

Oh yeah.

Huh.

I almost forgot I even had a blog. Which you've probably already deduced...
Go you.

School and work keep me excessively busy. I have a whole bunch of juicy little tidbits from the last few months of my life that I feel would be worth sharing. (some that will put you in fits of hysterical laughter, even more that will make you cringe and squirm.) At a more appropriate hour of the day, of course. When I'm somewhat rested and can remember all of them. I'm pretty sure I'll need to start blogging every day for just a lil' bit to get you all the way caught up.

You'll be glad I do. Promise.

So much easier said than done

Promise yourself...
To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet.
To make all your friends feel there is something worthwhile in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.
To think only of the best, work only for the best and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic of the success of others as you are about your own.
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature you meet.
To give so much time to improving yourself that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud word, but in great deeds.
To live in the faith that the whole world is on your side, so long as you are true to the best that is in you.

--Christian D. Larson


I saw this on Pinterest a while ago. I've been trying to integrate it into my life, and I'm having small success. I think I need to try harder.

What do you have to say about that, eh!?

To those of you who feel that my class load is a waste of my intellectual capabilities, I have just one thing to say to you.

The fact that I'm going to UVU makes that a moot point.


Just sayin'.

Fabulous. Really.

I really love school. I know I've said so a lot lately, but you should understand something--I have never been so completely drawn in to the classes I was taking before (except of course the public speaking class i took from my cousin).

Take yesterday, for example. On Monday, I was up and working on a project for my Interior Design class until about 3 am. I then woke up at 6:30 to get ready for my brakes class. Goodness, do I love that class.

Once again, I'm the only girl in my class; I have come to love and embrace this. Also, almost all of the guys were in my electrical class, so we know each other already. All of these things equal a really awesome class. Admittedly, the first two hours of Theory are kind of boring... But we had our first real day out in the garage where a couple of guys brought in their cars and we did inspections on their brakes.

I got SO dirty! I should have taken a picture of my hands because they were BLACK. I even managed to get dirt and grease on my face. And clothes. I loved it! I got so excited that my hands were getting dirty and the guys all laughed at me.

I take the laughter with a grain of salt. There are quite a few things I have no idea how to do that are second nature to these guys. Almost all of them work in a shop of some kind or have been working on cars since they were kids. I'm brand-spanking-new at this and they take every opportunity they can to get little jabs and remarks in. Take tire pressure, for example. Have I ever done that? No. Should I have? Um, yes. I was a car owner for awhile; I admit, I totally neglected those tires.

Anyway, I accidentally let it slip that I had never checked a car's tire pressure before. Of course they gave me a ton of crap about that, but then they made me check all the rest of the tires. That's kind of how things go. They make fun, then they teach me. I absolutely love that they have never ostracized me because I'm a girl. I think they've actually taken more of an interest in my education because of it. A guy will be checking something and call me over with a, "Hey Laura, do you know how to do this?" Or "What's this? Do you know?" "Here, I'll show you". That, to me, is worth taking every bit of crap they throw my way. After all, it's all in good fun.

I want to take all my classes with these guys. I love them like my brothers.

Holy Hannah

Goodness; that was a tough run! Great, but tough.

I have to listen to music when I run. Not just any music. It has to have a really heavy beat. Preferably a fast one, too. But it can't be obnoxious like rap. I need it to help me put one foot in front of the other. My music is my motivation.

I asked a friend about music that's good for working out a couple of months ago. He gave me an artist to look up. I have never heard of them or the genre. Didn't look into it, promptly forgot about it.

As the weeks go by, the running gets a little harder. Granted, my endurance is definitely building, but sometimes I really need that extra push to get me through my regimen.

Ah, yes. That extra kick in the backside would be new music!

I remembered the artist Kevin told me about. Skrillex. Ha. Apparently of the genre Dubstep. No idea what either of those words mean, but I got on Rhapsody tonight and downloaded all of songs (except for the gazillion remixes) onto my Fuze.

Oh. Boy. I started running and pushed play. It's total rave music. And I love it. It is EXACTLY what I needed. Super heavy, fast beats that kicked me into high-gear interrupted intermittently by catchy melodic tidbits.


Can't wait til I've got the Fuze on shuffle and it goes from Italian opera to this stuff...



It's my new secret weapon against tired legs and abdominal cramps. I'm excited to break it out again on my next run.