Got any Codicil?

 Youth Villages is a no-go.  They called me Friday to ask some questions that are all answered on my original application and resume: “Hey girl.  What you graduating in?  When?  Bachelor’s?  Oh.  The Huntsville house only has internship programs for peeps working on their Master’s.  Interested in living in some other hip city for an internship?”  Then I say, “No, homes.  My car failed me.  I have to stay in Huntsvegas maaaaan to share a car with my Grams.”   That wretched automobile.  Then YV guy says, “You should apply here for a real job when you graduate.”  K.  Maybe.

 Eh.  That may or may not have been a paraphrase.  I’m disappointed.  The teeny tiny bit of direction I had is gone now.  I guess I’ll just find some kind of retail job or something for a while to save money.  It’ll be fine.

 It’s Monday.  (Ok, it WAS Monday when I began to write.)  I’m less than excited about this.  Especially after having such a pleasant weekend.  I spent lots of time with Haylee.  I regret not spending more time with her in the past because she’s basically awesome and I’m already so thankful for the friendship we’ve built even in the past few days.  I was going to post a picture of Haylee and then came to sad realization that we have ZERO pictures together.  This HAS to be remedied.  I also spent a lot of the weekend with James.  He got in town about 4:30 on Saturday and stayed til Sunday evening.  It was great, of course.  And it was nice to get a taste of what it would be like if we weren’t a long distance couple.  However, I’m glad that our long distance is only a couple of hours instead of 9.  Have I mentioned I’m blessed to have him?

On Monday, during an afternoon of extreme non-productivity, Emily and I sat in the living room and had a chat.  Here's a fact about me... if I'm in any sort of long or deep conversation that takes place in an informal setting, I mess with my hair.  I twirl it, I run my fingers through it... I don't know why.  Nervous habit maybe?  Anyway, on this particular day, I was wearing a hooded sweatshirt.  At some point I put my hood up and was playing with the draw string.  Emily could not take me seriously looking like a crazy.  Curious to see exactly how crazy I looked, I took a picture of myself.  And since I'm such a fun person who does not care if you know how ridiculous I can be, I'm gonna post the picture.  Just for your entertainment.

 Fun story:  Recently got back my Family and Financial Planning Test 2.  It was bad.  Baaaaaad.  Do you, precious bloggy blog readers, atleast have enough faith in me I’d be able to balance a check book?   I appreciate that, if you do.  I thought I could.  Wrong.  I’m so inept I got a $1 error and a -2 points on the test because of it.  Awesome.  Okay… simple math error, right???  Eh, I really am bad at math.  It’s sad.

I'm learning all kinds of new terms up in this class.  One is "codicil."  Mason and I believe this to be a drug.  Perhaps a prescription pain pill-- sold on the street to only the most upper class druggies.  But what it really means is a supplement/pages added to a will to amend it.  Good then.  My 239840298234987234 mile long financial plan is due Friday.  Needless to say, I’ll probably be spending some quality time with the Loden-Daniel Library, in my favorite 3 by 2 cubicle circa 1970, for one last time.

Last night I hung out with Michael and that was fun.  He searched the net for some jobs available in Huntsville I can apply for.  After that, Emily practiced her PW (preacher wife) skills and made a delicious cake (pictured below).  I was trying to take pics with my computer.  It was a weird angle and I couldn’t see the screen.  That’s why the first 2 pictures are what I’d like to call abstract.  …What am I gonna do in Huntsville without having 30 friends right down the hall??  I don’t want to think about it.