I am very aware that you are the other half of me. The edges need to be smoothed so we can finally fit together.

citrine by ~Joanne Young

Pencil, Ink, Gel Eyeliner and Photoshop.

My cartoon counterpart!

A Few More Great Literary ‘Simpsons’ Moments

The First Day of the Rest of My Life.

This week is very pivotal, being the week of my job training, and the week I officially became part of Loyola University. And it definitely feels like the beginning of the rest of my life. As I spoke to my adviser, he flat out told me that I got a lot on my plate. He said to only take two classes at a time in order to do well. Three at the most, and two classes each summer. So I will not get a vacation for three more summers. Tack that on to the past four summers that I did vacation either. Weekends are going to be filled with homework, since I have to jet to class the moment work is over. Classes don't end until nine at night. I don't even know when I'm going to eat. I knew it'd be like this. I asked for it. But even when I graduate I have to take the three to five years it takes to get a PsyD. It scares me because I feel like I have to set everything but work and school aside until I'm about thirty. This better turn into something good if I'm never going to get married or cultivate friendships. =/ 

Cute. Funny. And there's a little something for you too, *NSYNC fans.

Guilty pleasure. I love how she says "Vit-ah-min." You silly poseur Lana, you're American! ...Right?

Smooth move, Criminal.

I feel like a teenager because for some reason, a lot of the songs on the radio currently relate to my life:

Kelly Clarkson's Stronger

Taylor Swift's We're Not Getting Back Together

Maroon 5's One More Night

I'm sure there are more, and I'm not even sure those are the song titles. But every time I turn on my car at least Taylor or Maroon 5 is playing on the radio and I'm like, "Dammit!! I know what you mean, pop star! We are EXACTLY THE SAME." I need a CD player. 

My life at the moment. The strongest I ever had to be.

WHYYYY

DYING 

LAUREN TALLICHET ladies and gentlemen!

Thank you, Mary Kay lady.

I was ringing up customers today and my customer mutters, "You're pretty." I thought it was a figment of my vanity, and gracefully answered, "Whatdjusay?" She said it again, then slid me her card. It had glamour head shot of her, with the Mary Kay logo across the top. She was all, "I want to use your face, give me your name and number." Horribly flattered, I gave it to her. I feel, looking back, this is a ploy to get me to come to a Mary Kay party that will actually be my kidnapping and sending me to some sort of harem for some guy that has a thing for mixed girls. Oorrr I actually look super rough (I'm leaning more towards this one) and she wants me to go to a party and put makeup on my face and perform a makeover miracle on me and say things like, "See how her gigantic pores are now minimized and nearly invisible with this Mary Kay Deluxe Anti- Crater face cold cream??" Maybe she just wanted to make my day because being a cashier sucks. I'll never know...

Unless she actually calls me. 

Wasted two hours of my life.

On Gossip Girl. To answer my own question, it is not good.

Putting my feet up!

I finally got into my new, cigarette- smokey apartment. It's a quiet place, with kitty cats in the yard. The smell of the smoke is permeating all of my belongings, but that powder stuff you put in the carpet then vacuum up works miracles. I like the whole on my own thing, but it's kinda lonely. =/. 

Work starts Monday. Hope it goes well. 

Watching the pilot of Gossip Girl. Is this show any good?

I got a job!

A real one with benefits and no cash register! Cloud nine!