The start of June

Boo!

Quite frankly, that is how I feel. And I assume that is how I will feel for a chunk of this month. Last month went quite well, or as well as the life of a boring college student can go.

I had class, I worked, I ate, and I slept, and then I repeated. I have found that living with Gabby, there is a three to four minute hot water limit. Not that she set it, that's just the amount of time you may or may not get hot water. If you get four minutes you are lucky. My hair needs deep conditioning, and four minutes does not cut that. I actually broke a comb in my hair because its gotten so rough.


The highlight of my month was going to the Gulf Shores over the weekend of May 16th. This was pre-BP blunder. My boyfriend and I went to celebrate our 1.5 Anniversary. It was the only way I knew I had a chance to see him for a long period of time this past month. Although we got lost on our way down to the beach (there is only one turn and we missed it by a lot), it was a nice and relaxing vacation. We had "date night" in which we both dressed up and went out for a nice dinner. Of course we also took the time to go see a movie, Iron Man 2, which really wasn't all that bad. I enjoyed it quite a bit. There was only an hour of beach time, however. Garrett burns easily, and is not a sun fan. Nor a sand fan. Nor a ocean fan. Soo...the trip to the beach seemed a bit silly after we established that information.

On the subject of Garrett, I have been a little stressed lately. Not only did I see him a sum total of twice in the past month, I fear I won't get to see him very much coming up as well. He has not had any sort of job since December of 2009. He was recently hired by a form of a temp agency, used by three different event planning companies. Yet he has not gone in to work for them yet. If he doesn't make any money its only me driving out to go see him, and I can only do that so many times over the summer. The last time I saw him I drove up to him. I stayed the night at his mother's house and we went out to watch Prince of Persia. (Also a decent movie.) The job thing has caused us a lot of stress. I am a nagger. Since I have nothing to do most days, I will call and complain to him about various things, most toply the job situation. Poor, poor Garrett.

In other news: I leave for New Orleans in 18 days, in which I will be gone 14 days after that. I am going there for a NEA Conference. NEA is the National Education Association, the largest teacher's union in the nation. Below the NEA is the AEA, our Alabama Education Association. For students they created the SAEA, Students of Alabama Education Association. I was one of eight people who ran for a NEA Student Delegate position through the SAEA, and to my great disbelief I recieved it. There are only six of us going. I thought I would be one of the two who did not recieve such an honor. The only issue is that this honor puts me in New Orleans for two weeks. Which would seem like a totally cool, interesting thing. Other than it is a teaching conference, and I will be supervised. Oh yeah, and my birthday is over Independence Day, and I will be turning 21. By myself. Fun.

It is actually a little bit of torture. I had wanted so badly to celebrate my 21st birthday in New Orleans, and I got my wish, just not to my specifications. I am a huge birthday person. I enjoy family and friends being around to party with me. And I am a huge Independence Day person, I need lots of fireworks. But I will be doing neither of those things. I will be in a conference room until 5pm, and I am supposed to stay in my hotel for the rest of the evening. How droll.

And for my conclusion of the start of June.

This past Thursday I left for the beach. I had work until 4:30pm, so I left right after that. It is a five hour drive to my parent's condo, so I arrived shortly after 10pm. Everything closes at 10pm, so I couldn't reall go out and do anything. I was tired anyhow, my bedtime is about 10pm. =) So Friday morning I get up at 6am, because my body is screwed up and doesn't understand what it means to sleep in. I go to a store to buy a hat to wear on the beach, so I can go layout, at around 9am. (I read my book from 6am to 9am and finished). I get to the store and my Wachovia card is denied. I pay with another card and move on. Curiousity strikes and I call about my account number. I had overdrawn, by a bit. Which of course is depressing, so I went back to the condo and sulked for the rest of the day while watching the French Open. I don't normally watch Tennis so I had no idea who those people were, or what was really going on. I had actually gone to the beach right after that, stepped onto the sand, felt stupid that I was by myself, and then gone to the condo. Loser, right?

So my parents get in that night with my brother and little sister. My dad and I went to eat at this place called the Shrimp Basket, and then did a tour of the local Wal-Mart. Am I sounding any more fun?

Saturday was spent in the rain. I did finally get to eat at the Hangover. I believe I was the absolute last person to do that out of the people I know. Always behind everyone for some reason. But we also went to the bookstore, and I got a new book. I have been meaning to read "I Hope they Serve Beer in Hell" and I was quite excited to pick it up. I have read many of the Tucker Max stories online already, but I always enjoy reading more. He lives the opposite of my life. Its like looking into a mirror of everything my life is not. Which is actually a good thing for most daily situations, but I would like to be a little more interesting.

Sunday I drove home by myself. They will be staying at the beach until Tuesday, but I had to be home for work today. On my way home I went to look at my watch, my new Bulova watch, and realized I didn't have it on. I stopped and looked in my car, it was no where. I tried not to panic, and assumed it would be at the apartment. Unfortunately it was not there either. I went through everything last night and this morning looking for it. I even went through my car again this morning. No watch. Its not at work, and my mom looked around the condo and said it was not there as well. Where have I placed that darned watch?

Ohhhh, how I dread the start of any month, but I especially have come to despise the start of June.