Let me preface this post by explaining that @jess_i_cuh and I have been trying to meet up for well over a year now, but I've always flaked for one reason or another. I finished my semester way ahead of her so we decided that I'd go see her for a day and I had so. much. fun!

I got there around 1 and we hugged and the first thing I said to her while we were hugging was "I have to pee so bad!" (classy, I know). After I drooled over all of the hair care products in her bathroom, we went to lunch at an adorable little Greek place and I had a (lamb) gyro for the first time! It was very tender and spiced to perfection. She introduced me to pita bread and humus and mmmmm my mouth is watering just thinking about it!

We found a yard sale on the side of the road that was dedicated to some kind of save-the-cats fund so, of course, we HAD to stop. I got a jigsaw puzzle that is most likely missing most of the pieces and Jessica found a strip of fabric that would probably not even fit around my thigh and she's making a shirt with it. I'm telling you, this girl is talented. After that we went to a spot that looked onto the entire city and it was sooo beautiful. Then we shopped around a few places and went to a used bookstore that smelled like heaven.

My favorite part was when we stopped at a smoothie joint towards the end of the day. The sun was going down and we both ordered boba/bubble milk tea (another first for me--sooo delicious!) and we just sat and talked. It was so chill and the conversation flowed so nicely and we both said it felt like this was the hundredth time we'd seen each other because it just felt so natural. I can't speak for Jessica, but I don't have that kind of connection with many people...at all. It was so nice to just sit and talk and be myself and laugh because we're both similar in a lot of ways. Because of that, we seem to be learning from each other, which I really like. We first started talking two years ago because I like to think I'm this all-powerful problem solver and I coach people through hard times whether they ask for it or not. I gave her some advice back then that she not only remembered but she also put it to use recently and referenced it in our conversation. It made me feel so warm and fuzzy to know that I gave her advice that's helped her make important and difficult decisions :) 

So yeah, Jessica rocks and you should be very jealous that you don't get to see her and I do because we're going to hang out a lot more this summer :)

It only took a year (/scoff) for me to build a small customer base for my cupcake business in my college town.  Despite the fact that I'm too busy to even exercise (no...really....too busy....I promise....) I manage to bake a little to relieve (and often create) stress. 

Last weekend I baked these for a bridal shower. 
1 dozen pink lemonade cupcakes with "peacock" buttercream
1 dozen vanilla cupcakes with "peacock" buttercream (top pic)
1 dozen vanilla cupcakes with chocolate chip cannoli filling and whipped cream frosting (bottom pic)

I thought @cestovatelka would appreciate these  

2 dozen cannoli cupcakes due this friday and 2 dozen margarita cupcakes due next wednesday!

And if anyone is interested in the two-toned icing, I can make a tutorial later. 

Devon had his first round of chemo today. He's so brave and strong and I'm so proud of him. I'm almost relieved that he finally started it because it's been 6 weeks since his diagnoses and I felt like the doctors were doing nothing to help him--like there was no action being taken up until this point. But now he's started and I think he's okay right now. Symptoms usually worsen within 48 hours of treatment, so we'll see. I'm nervous, but surprisingly optimistic.

I met with my advisor today about what courses I'll be taking next semester. I told him that my goal is to graduate by December, and he gave me a bewildered look. After talking it over with him and coming up with multiple "what if" scenarios, I might not graduate until May of 2013. I have 3-4 English classes to take, 1 History class to get my minor, 2 spanish classes (total of 4), and 2 social sciences, but the kicker is that, aside from the spanish classes, they ALL have to be upper division classes because I have to have 31 hours of upper division to graduate. After talking it out with a few people, it's best for me to stay next spring. /le sigh

I miss having "me time." I don't have any of that while I'm in school. I go to class at 9 AM, get home from work at 9 PM, eat dinner and start on my homework/studying by 9:30-10, and I'm usually asleep by 2. My dad recently accepted a corporate dental position in Arkansas, which will pay very well, so I'll quit my job once he actually starts working and put all of my focus into school. My GPA would be so much better if I didn't have to work my entire college career. My parents really really really want me to finish my degree, so as much as I love being independent, I know they'd have no problem with this arrangement.

Time for my next class...(might as well be my life motto). Does it ever end?

I found this terribly funny

It official—I hate my roommate. 

Backstory: he’s a student teacher. 

Okay, we’re back. So, he comes storming into our house, wakes me up from my nap, immediately starts pissing and moaning about a kid in his P.E. class with Asperger’s. “Isn’t that where you can do math and, like, nothing else in life?”

OKAY. HERE WE GO. This is the part in the story where I rip him a new one. I told him that I have/have had several people in my life with Asperger’s and he was being terribly offensive and having Asperger’s DOES NOT LIMIT your ability to advance yourself in life. 

Then he told me that the kid had a “seizure” but he thought that he was faking it because he still remembered his “seizure” the next day. So I told him that just because he doesn’t suffer from memory loss when he has a breakdown doesn’t mean that he’s faking it. 

Then he told me I was being argumentative and I told him he was being an asshole and he should probably stop talking to me immediately. 

Moral of the story: DON’T BE AN INSENSITIVE ASSHOLE.

Also, don’t wake me up from a nap.

Whew, okay. I'm gonna go punch a hole in my wall now.