Good times in the DTM
Tonight, the madness ensued…Jess and I were re-united and the cousin-lovin’ was amazing.
To start the evening, we thought some scrapbooking and Disney movies would be good…along with locking my keys in the car. Keep in mind, this was in Morton, which has like, one cop, so when I called the station a recording informed me that “No one is available to take your call.” So my Uncle Joe called 911 and used this totally calm, “my-stupid-niece-locked-her-keys-in-the-car” voice. The Morton cop came (this guy is infamous as it is) and he looked like he was twelve. When he got out of the car, he put on his hat, as if to say, “I’m not twelve, and I mean policey business!” Jess and I exchanged looks and held back the giggles. He got the car open, and left. My aunt and youngest cousins missed it. 
Overall, I felt pretty stupid, but Jess was, as always, willing to cheer me up. She told me that keys are nothing; my aunt has managed to lock every one of her children in the car… Too funny. “You know, back in the nineties, when it was legal to leave your kids in the car unattended.”
We watched Cinderella and Aladdin. I never had Cinderella as a kid (we missed it, damn the Disney vault!) but I know EVERY word to Aladdin. We were laughing about how Al is Steve from Full House and inserting our own dialogue and being ridiculous.
“Abu….NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Jessica’s favorite quote.
“But you’re so old…” My favorite quote. (one of a million)
I talked to Glenn briefly and AGAIN lamented us not having a tree. He cheered me up a lot by immediately saying, “Well we’ll have one next year.” aka, we’ll be in our own house! We’re viewing some houses and working things out money-wise 
Watching two movies, you would think I’d accomplish more…but this is it:
the text/journaling will go in the open space.
The Most Wonderful Time…
Is now that school is over I actually have time to do things I enjoy (besides music). I have been reading an RA Salvatore book called Homeland. It’s the first of several books about a character named Drizzt Do’Urdan and is really good!
The other night before bed I began working on a scrapbooking layout for the first time in what seems like too long a time. I got a book about tags from Leslie and was all inspired to do something fancier than I normally do, so I started cutting out circles to put the letters of the title. It is a page about our SAI Car Wash we did back in September. This is what it evolved into:
Then feeling ambitious, I made a wreath. Glenn and I don’t have a tree, so this made it seem more Christmas-y.
And then finding myself with no babysitting job on Friday night, I made more pages! Yay!!! Here is one that is about two sisters’ senior recital.
There is an interior decorator in me just dying to get out.
Now that I am 22, essentially an adult, and almost into the working world, I want my own space. I moved out of my parents’ house and into the same situation. One room to call my own. The major difference that is a positive is the Glenn is here. The negative is that aside from that one little room in the house (actually, the basement) I have nowhere else that I can go in the house and feel comfortable; unless we’re the only ones home.
Emily was supposed to move in July. She was engaged, and is not anymore, and hence, never moved. She ended it; not him. Now, she is waiting on a job that is further away, and if she gets it, she will have to move. The only problem is, I don’t want us to be stuck with her house anymore. That was fine as the original plan, but now she has re-decorated and remodeled and re-everythinged the house, and I don’t want something that is so much hers and that she constantly reminds me is SO not mine.
More than the space, I want the power to decorate. I have one picture frame in the bedroom/basement that Glenn and I share. I have one tiny corner for nick-nacks, and no where to put anymore should I even acquire them. What I want more than anything is to move into a new place, pick out some paint colors and curtains and everything else, and make something that truly is mine and Glenn’s and no one else’s.
This is me starting another blog…
…Hopefully I’ll actually keep up with this one.
Today I finished three finals and my clarinet jury. Jazz History was my last written final as an undergrad!!! Next semester is student teaching.
Tomorrow I will have more time than today That’s a happy thought.
