Hey, kids! Sorry I've neglected you. Bad college student! Bad!
Alright, what to tell... The weather out here has been crazy! It's rained pretty much every day for the last three weeks or something ridiculous like that when normally it's up in the 100s by early June! So far the temp's been hovering in the high 80's which is truly a God-send for me. For those that don't know, I coach gymnastics and also happen to get heatstroke easily. So to be coaching, in Abilene, in summer, in a gym with no AC -- pretty much everybody was worried. With all the rain, though, it's been super nice and I've been staying cool by wearing these neck band thingies. I actually wear one around my neck and one around my forehead like Rambo. I look ridiculous but MAN does it feel good. It's been an ongoing joke at work that God's been making it rain just for me, and the other day I started walking around singing "Jesus loves me, this I know... For the weather tells me so..." Catchy, right? I think I'm pretty clever!
What else, what else.... Um, last month was my really good friend Brianna's 21st birthday so we went to her hometown in Dallas to hang out with her friends and go dancing. It was so much fun. We went to this one place called Gloria's that has salsa dancing and I had a blast! The second we got on the dance floor a middle-aged Latino/Hispanic guy (I'm sorry, I try to be PC but I still get confused on that one) asked me to dance. I told him I wasn't very good, but I figured out that if you have someone leading you who knows what he's doing, you don't have to know what you're doing! He was AWESOME. I got dipped, twirled, swooshed and I pretty much looked like a fantabulous dancer. Suckas!! After that, though, this strange Asian man who had to be in his 60s grabbed me (didn't ask, mind you, just grabbed me) and pulled me onto the dance floor. You know how normally when a guy leads and he wants you to turn he'll put slight pressure on your back? Yeah, this guy didn't do that. I was pushed, pulled, shoved, yanked and basically tossed about on the dance floor like a rag doll. That wasn't as much fun.
Okay, one confession. I've always prided myself on being the kind of girl who won't say no to one guy (unless I'm honest and tell him I don't want to dance with him) and then turn right around and dance with someone else. However, I broke that rule straight down the middle that night. A couple of guys asked me and my friends to dance, but we were honestly so hot and tired that we needed a break and needed some air. As we were turning away I felt this very gentle hand touch my fingers. At first I thought someone had just brushed into me, but as I turned around this totally gorgeous Latin guy was holding my hand and asking me to dance. My brain turned to mush and I mumbled something to my friends about holding my purse. I almost said no on principle, but he was just cute enough and apparently I'm just shallow enough to ignore said principles.
It was nice. *sigh*
Anyway, on to less nauseating news.
Actually, I think that's it. That's kinda sad, huh? I've just been spending all my time reading. I'm taking two literature classes this summer so I had to read 7 books in June and I'll have to read another 7 in July. These aren't your average novels, either. Three of the books this past month were the Grapes of Wrath (weighing in at a hefty 455 pages), For Whom The Bell Tolls (at 471), and The Last of the Mohicans (at 415). Interesting stuff, but very time-consuming!
I wanna say Happy Anniversary to Bethany and Danny who are officially an old married couple now, having past the one-year mark. May you grow old together and bicker frequently about what to have for dinner.
To close, I'm including some pictures of what my apartment looks like right now because I know my mom likes to imagine what my surroundings look like when I talk to her on the phone. So here you go, Mom. If you don't care what my apartment looks like, then fine. Go suck a pickle.
My fridge. These are a few of my favorite things!
My Harry Potter books and Canadian shot glass collections. I love Canada just a little bit if you couldn't tell.
You can't read the writing on the shirt over my TV, but it says "Think outside the box" and there's a picture of a TV. Get it? Get it!? It's like a joke, but it's also deep.
And in the continuing saga of "Grace has weird dreams," I had a dream one night about getting in trouble for calling my co-worker a woman, penguins, a pirate captain who plundered printing supplies and kidnapped people to make them fall in love and a Drew Barrymore movie (all one dream). I woke up in the middle of the night and stumbled into the bathroom where I wrote it on the mirror in dry-erase marker. If you can make sense of it I'll give you ten bucks. Here's a picture of the manuscript.
Oh, and one more thing. From time to time the realization that the Harry Potter movie and book are only a few days away swoops down on me like a panic attack and wherever I am, whatever I am doing, I have to physically restrain myself from screaming and flailing my arms like a little girl. Such an outburst was very narrowly avoided today during a very serious scene of a movie we were watching for my Lit class.
I need a HP fix quick or I'm freaking going to explode.