Real Problem

I have a real problem. A pride problem. At least that is what I think it could be defined as. It is about 45 degrees outside my house, and probably about the same on the inside. My house is freezing and I refuse to turn on the heater. Why? Because I refuse to believe that summer is over. It's long over, I know this, but it breaks my heart so I like to pretend it isn't. Turning on the heater is like me admitting that summer is gone and that is something I just can not do. Would this be considered pride or lunacy? I also refuse to believe that I am crazy or prideful, so I am just going to blame it on nature. Nature has it wrong, its not fall. IT IS STILL SUMMER! Oh I wish that were true.

I am Lame

School has made me lame. Apparently. a million hours of studying, working, and trying to not get sick per week can really take a toll on your coolness. I am pretty sure my coolness level has gone from 95% cool to less than 5% cool. I learned that in statistics class today, I may have learned to make my coolness statistics sound better, but I left early to eat a cookie at home. Also children have really become my arch nemesis. Well not all children, just children that give me crusty looks when I tell them to do their homework, or clean their room, or stop showing everyone your penis. Fall break just was not long enough and I am looking forward to this coming weekend, that will be spent in the arctic that some people call Salt Lake. It is always refreshing to get away. Oh and by the way it is almost Halloween, I feel so let down with myself for my lack of holiday recognition and celebration. To remedy this, I have already tricked a boy into promising to take me to a haunted corn maze. I also stocked up on candy and have begun to seriously think about what and how to tackle a Halloween costume. I am leaning toward Olive Oyl, like from Popeye, or a classic witch just because it classy and classic. I'll let you know what I decide. Until then, have a spooktacular day! Aaggh! I love Halloween!

Fortune Cookies

I just read my cousins blog. She was talking about spending time with our grandparents and I started to cry. I miss them quite a lot and I realize that I have been avoiding them. My grandpa has Alzheimer's and grandma is diabetic. They are old and that makes me so sad and scared because I don't want to loose them. I do love them and I hate to think that I didn't spend as much time with them as I could because I was afraid of their old age. I'm twenty effing three for crying out loud. Grow up Shauntae! I recently had a fortune cookie that said something I can't remember but it made me think I need to make family more of a priority. So that is what I am going to do. The only fortune I have is my family and if I waste that, I don't deserve any other kind of fortune. In my head, that made sense. Too much soy sauce for me I think.

Raise your hand if you are moving

I am. I am moving. And because of this, I can't actually raise my hand. My muscles are sore and it hurts. Who knew that moving a couch would be so hard? I guess I did but still one can forget these things. I am going to enjoy being on my own for a little while. I'll still be in St. George but I won't be living with nanny family. I will miss them but I can finally walk around in my underwear! Woot Woot. I love it, I can't wait, time to get back to work.

Sweet Tooth

I have a sweet tooth. Always. It never fails me. Lately my craving for sweets has been outrageous! I have eaten a 3 lb. bag of toostie rolls in like a week. ALL TO MYSELF! I can't get enough. Also my sweet tooth has carried me to a craving for cuddling. It seems to be the hardest sweet tooth to fulfill. I can't seem to find a baby, toddler, or man that will cuddle with me. I try but as soon as I wrap my arms around them, they start squirming and pushing away. What is the deal?! I shower, I swear I do and if I don't, I wear perfume. I am not even asking for kisses, just a hug. Preferably from a man. I mean I guess there are a few men I could call and they would cuddle with me but I do not want to cuddle with those ones. Ugh I should just be worried about school work but boys are just as hard and usually more fun. I find out my history test score tomorrow. I only want to know it if I did as well as I think I did. Crossing my fingers and all major organs.

Mad Mad Monday

I just don't get it! Today started out great. I was happy, productive, and feeling funny. This afternoon, I am annoyed, irritable, and so ready for this day to be over. I thought maybe I was dehydrated, drank a bunch of water, still didn't work. Thought maybe I was hungry, ate a bunch of food, only seemed to have made it worse. I don't know what it is, acute afternoon crankyness syndrome probably. I am just ready to have a good day all the way through. Today I blame the cranks on cardboard and how it makes my arms red and itchy. Yeah its the cardboard boxes fault. That is all.

So I think I have. . .

I know why I am cranky. I think I have an ear infection. My right ear has been weird for days now and today, everything was muffled. It was weird not being able to hear clearly. This makes me feel crummy but now I know why I have a badittude and now I don't actually feel bad about being a grump to people. It hurts and I am now going to have a nap before I have a birthday party to go to at 10. That is all.