Probably the greatest vacation i have ever gone on!
From exploring islands, snorkeling, lounging by the pool, hanging out with sam 24\7 and not being plugged into my cell phone was just what i needed from my busy crazy schedule.
I can now proudly say that i am no longer Casper white and i feel less stressed :)
That was until i got home and found out that my mom had went through a mid life crisis and got her nose pierced as well as my sister getting a "shiny zit" as i call it on her upper lip. I leave for a week and everything goes to hell in a hand basket, i cant imagine what they will do when i leave for Arizona :\
But i had to get back to reality and now, back to my hectice schedule...
countdown for summer has already begun.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
opportunity knocking
I, Alexandra Catherine Clark, have been chosen out of the entire country to participate in the 2010 Poynter Journalism fellowhip! It is two weeks in Florida with 40 other journalism freaks learning and experiencing all kinds of new journalism information. The only problem, the tuition will cost me $1,700! Are you kidding me?! that does not include food, hotel or whatever else i may need :\
So hopefully my email begging for financial aid will come through because i would hate to give my spot up to some other anxious college student!
I feel like this year i have been traveling like crazy from Miami for water polo, orlando for disney world, now my crusie, arizona in april, i feel like quite the experienced traveler. Watch me take the world by storm :)
So, hopefully that will work out and if not, i know that God will present me with another great opportunity like he always does.
On another note, i am freaking out because i will be technology free for ten days while on the cruise and i dont know how my 2010 minded body will adapt to that.
For example, my mother, boyfriend (poor sam) and i were watching Julie and Julia and she was using carbon paper to make two copies and i looked at my mom and said " mom what is she doing? and whats that machine shes typing on?" i than ducked as she swung for my head because i had no idea what carbon paper did and why on earth she would be typing on what they use to call a "type writer" :)
Another example, i was booking our flights to Arizona next month and instead of just letting me handle all of it, my mother insists on looking everything over and than the questions start. Why does it say that? What does that mean? Why is the printer making that noise? blah blah blah! Frustration to the max!
Needless to say i will be bringing my laptop on the crusie to sign up for my classes in the fall because if i let her do it she would accidentally sign me up for welding or some silly art class that i might enjoy.
2 days til im cruising on the beautiful caribbean :)
So hopefully my email begging for financial aid will come through because i would hate to give my spot up to some other anxious college student!
I feel like this year i have been traveling like crazy from Miami for water polo, orlando for disney world, now my crusie, arizona in april, i feel like quite the experienced traveler. Watch me take the world by storm :)
So, hopefully that will work out and if not, i know that God will present me with another great opportunity like he always does.
On another note, i am freaking out because i will be technology free for ten days while on the cruise and i dont know how my 2010 minded body will adapt to that.
For example, my mother, boyfriend (poor sam) and i were watching Julie and Julia and she was using carbon paper to make two copies and i looked at my mom and said " mom what is she doing? and whats that machine shes typing on?" i than ducked as she swung for my head because i had no idea what carbon paper did and why on earth she would be typing on what they use to call a "type writer" :)
Another example, i was booking our flights to Arizona next month and instead of just letting me handle all of it, my mother insists on looking everything over and than the questions start. Why does it say that? What does that mean? Why is the printer making that noise? blah blah blah! Frustration to the max!
Needless to say i will be bringing my laptop on the crusie to sign up for my classes in the fall because if i let her do it she would accidentally sign me up for welding or some silly art class that i might enjoy.
2 days til im cruising on the beautiful caribbean :)
Monday, March 15, 2010
stress level
I will now write in bullets because that is how my mind is currently working:
. gotta study study study for three finals
. gotta pack for a week
. go to dentist
. get tanner, skinnier
. wax eyebrows :\
. avoid getting sick over the blood van being on campus
. avoid getting sick
. clean room and get a lock for closet door
. help grandma crying in bathroom about her cat
. get tax info ready
. CHARGE PHONE!
. pack, pack, pack, pack
. Remember to breathe:)
. gotta study study study for three finals
. gotta pack for a week
. go to dentist
. get tanner, skinnier
. wax eyebrows :\
. avoid getting sick over the blood van being on campus
. avoid getting sick
. clean room and get a lock for closet door
. help grandma crying in bathroom about her cat
. get tax info ready
. CHARGE PHONE!
. pack, pack, pack, pack
. Remember to breathe:)
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
HOT yoga
My new year's resolution was to try new things.... i may regret that.
Hot yoga sounded like a great way to relax in the heat, to get away from this sporadic snow fall and to just escape and imagine myself on a tropical island somewhere. false.
My nerves got the best of me once we pulled up to the building because several people were throwing themselves out the door to get some fresh air as steam started to lift off of them. Almost like if there was a fire inside a building and everyone tried to push their bodies out the small, only exit, door. Thank God for stephanie as she basically held my hand the whole time, i think she sensed my mental break down.
I was greeted in the locker room by women walking around the bathroom completely buck naked. I mean stark,freaking naked. just walking around fixing their hair like what? you.ve never seen these before? I felt like a little boy in the bra section of a department store just trying not to stare and have my mouth gap open, for my pure disgust was clearly written on my face.
I voluntarily went into a dark 105 degree room filled with bodies. Packed in like african slaves on a slave boat, packed. I was two inches from the next person and i would just like to take this time to mention that this is America and in America fat people can do hot yoga too. Fat people can come and wear little to nothing and sweat right along with the rest of us. And yes, they like to position themselves right in front of me.
" Now pick one place and focus your eyes on that one spot and just stand still," my response to that was to find the fatest person in the room and to count their fat rolls because yes, they decided that it was necessary to wear spandex on that particular day. AND dont even get me started on tattoos on people that is a blog in its own!
so im stretching and finding my inner self and breathing and focusing all the while water is streaming out of every pore of my body. EVERY PORE IN MY BODY. You know how disgusting that is? My father sweats just watching tv and dont ask sam to go throw the trash out cause he will sweat just thinking about it but, i dont sweat. maybe a little sparkle during basketball practice but never like this.
At one point i just layed down and concentrated on now trying to pass out, laying there like a dead fish. and silly me thinking that this would climatize me for Arizona. Silly girl.
Have you ever seen final destination? Where the girls die in a tanning bed and fry to death? Thats what started to cross my mind as i was trying to defeat the "demons that make you want to stop"
"Your warm up is now complete" FML
THAT WAS THE WARM UP?!?! after 90 minutes of inferno heat i left the 'hopefully' sanitized death room a hot mess and smelling like an old gym sock.
Hot yoga sounded like a great way to relax in the heat, to get away from this sporadic snow fall and to just escape and imagine myself on a tropical island somewhere. false.
My nerves got the best of me once we pulled up to the building because several people were throwing themselves out the door to get some fresh air as steam started to lift off of them. Almost like if there was a fire inside a building and everyone tried to push their bodies out the small, only exit, door. Thank God for stephanie as she basically held my hand the whole time, i think she sensed my mental break down.
I was greeted in the locker room by women walking around the bathroom completely buck naked. I mean stark,freaking naked. just walking around fixing their hair like what? you.ve never seen these before? I felt like a little boy in the bra section of a department store just trying not to stare and have my mouth gap open, for my pure disgust was clearly written on my face.
I voluntarily went into a dark 105 degree room filled with bodies. Packed in like african slaves on a slave boat, packed. I was two inches from the next person and i would just like to take this time to mention that this is America and in America fat people can do hot yoga too. Fat people can come and wear little to nothing and sweat right along with the rest of us. And yes, they like to position themselves right in front of me.
" Now pick one place and focus your eyes on that one spot and just stand still," my response to that was to find the fatest person in the room and to count their fat rolls because yes, they decided that it was necessary to wear spandex on that particular day. AND dont even get me started on tattoos on people that is a blog in its own!
so im stretching and finding my inner self and breathing and focusing all the while water is streaming out of every pore of my body. EVERY PORE IN MY BODY. You know how disgusting that is? My father sweats just watching tv and dont ask sam to go throw the trash out cause he will sweat just thinking about it but, i dont sweat. maybe a little sparkle during basketball practice but never like this.
At one point i just layed down and concentrated on now trying to pass out, laying there like a dead fish. and silly me thinking that this would climatize me for Arizona. Silly girl.
Have you ever seen final destination? Where the girls die in a tanning bed and fry to death? Thats what started to cross my mind as i was trying to defeat the "demons that make you want to stop"
"Your warm up is now complete" FML
THAT WAS THE WARM UP?!?! after 90 minutes of inferno heat i left the 'hopefully' sanitized death room a hot mess and smelling like an old gym sock.
Monday, March 1, 2010
church walls
If church walls could talk....
I would be guilty of crying for forgivness.
I would be guilty of singing at the top of my lungs in hopes that God hears me.
I would be guilty of falling asleep on my mothers shoulder.
I would be guilty of smacking my sister in the back of the head when i was pretending to just put my arm around her.
I would be guilty of day dreaming about what the guitarist would look like in board shorts and a v-neck t shirt.
I would be guilty of singing so loud in order to try and make up for the loss of my father's voice.
I would be guilty of sinning the night before and than pretending like God had no idea.
Inside those church walls I have pushed boys inside those walls in order for them to be good enough for my family. But this boy walks in by himself.
Inside those church walls they have seen me lose everything and gain everything. Smile so wide, cry so much they think the floods have come.
Inside those church walls...
I would be guilty of crying for forgivness.
I would be guilty of singing at the top of my lungs in hopes that God hears me.
I would be guilty of falling asleep on my mothers shoulder.
I would be guilty of smacking my sister in the back of the head when i was pretending to just put my arm around her.
I would be guilty of day dreaming about what the guitarist would look like in board shorts and a v-neck t shirt.
I would be guilty of singing so loud in order to try and make up for the loss of my father's voice.
I would be guilty of sinning the night before and than pretending like God had no idea.
Inside those church walls I have pushed boys inside those walls in order for them to be good enough for my family. But this boy walks in by himself.
Inside those church walls they have seen me lose everything and gain everything. Smile so wide, cry so much they think the floods have come.
Inside those church walls...
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