go big or go home

that was supposed to be my motto for this year... so far i'm failing. minimal fun has been had. nothing excited has occurred. i had such high hopes : / i need to change that around asap.

today solidified that theories of family development is indeed an mrs class.
we talked for an hour and a half about mate selection... how are we looking for mates? do our families have a say in the matter? what different kind of "loves" are there? which of these are we seeking? i was a hot second away from leaving. since when is it appropriate to turn a lecture into a formalized slumber party? i'm sure i audibly sighed/groaned/patronizingly huffed/laughed to the point of being rude. but you know, i didn't come to baylor for this. i can see the significance of studying family interaction for psychiatric/therapeutic purposes, but really? why am i being subjected to learning the various way to select a life mate? via a lecture? from a woman with a doctorate?
groan.


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6 weeks until my birthday and maroon 5! eeeee!

grammatical fix of the week via my greek professor: loan is a noun, not a verb. you lend, not loan someone something.
now, i did check dictionary.com, and it lists loan as a noun and a verb, so who knows.

and so it begins

i finished the last first week of school of my last fall semester.
quite frightening. i'll take you through my schedule so when i reference classes later, you'll know to what i'm referring.

contract studio II - new professor. i think i'll learn a lot from her.
our first project is a mall kiosk inspired by a classic architect/furniture designer. i chose charles eames and am selling skateboards and related paraphernalia. i'm pretty excited since i've become fond of the idea of doing retail design. marketing/display/packaging/subliminal messaging fascinates me. any who, i'll post pictures of the completed project later.

greek II - gross. although, my professor may be my new favorite person. he's at least 75 and wears intricate bow ties like i've never seen. the real kicker though is the socks and sandals. normally i have a physical gagging reaction whenever i see this, but on him, it's rather endearing. and he's a grammar freak. each class he informs us of another grammatical error he hears on NPR, or of "dying" english words of which he's fond.

media photography - i die. i'm going to love this class. i'll post some of the stuff i shoot on here!

theories of family development - aka my mrs. class. i hated it within the first minute. the professor is a sweetheart, but i absolutely loath that we spent an hour defining 'family' just to come to the general consensus that everyone has a different definition.

art history - i'm enjoying it so far, so hopefully memorizing hundreds of works won't suck too bad. thankfully i have a somewhat photographic memory.

golf - another darling professor. he's from germany, so all his w's still have that slight v sound to them. i love it.


i'll be busy, but for the most part, it'll be completely enjoyable :)

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ps - oh don't worry, i won't become one of those people who go on and on about their lasts. i'm aware no one cares about the last time i register/buy books/stalk people for a parking spot on campus.

Frito Bandito

Meet my nephew, Sly, the frito bandito

A few weeks ago i got to dog sit this handsome little guy. let me just say, after this, i know i am NOT ept to look after another living thing for a long, long time.

but i had fun with him and all his snuggling and 5 minute bursts of gazelle-like leaping.

i'm now on the hunt for a baylor shirt for him, or a ridiculous mask because of his name.

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oh hey.

it's been a while. sorry. let me catch you up:

i took an online brit lit class. i got a 76 overall. oops. but you know, who cares? i passed and my grade doesn't count since it's a transfer credit.

i started my internship this past monday. it's... well... underwhelming. what i've done in a week, i could've done in a day. two days comfortably. but you know, i don't necessarily want to be comfortable. i want to be stretched and challenged, to push myself so that i can learn more. the pace is slow, and though i'm a pretty chill individual, i need more. i didn't sign up to do data entry, aka make an electronic rolodex. i certainly didn't expect to actually design anything, but i did expect more than what i've experienced so far. phone calls to check price/stock do not comprise a great internship.

this past fall, i got the fantastic opportunity to shadow a design firm in austin. i learned more in that single day than i have in 40 hours of work this week.

waco is HOT. disgustingly so. it's gross.

BUT

i'm excited for october! it's going to be EPIC:

state fair

+

daniel tosh

+

my birthday

+

maroon 5

+

baylor homecoming

=

FANTASTIC
.

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TWC

i. love. the weather channel.
i'm obsessed.
call me weird, but i have to know what's going on and i don't care that it's unpredictable.
nevertheless, i love that little zing of adrenaline when you know a storm is coming.
but besides loving weather in general, (my backup plan is to be a meteorologist. nevermind that i have zero training/knowledge in the field. minor details.) there is something particular about the official "the weather channel". the combination of jim cantore, l.l. bean gear, local on the 8's, and a plethora of storm chasing shows just makes me the happiest girl on earth.

and now that hurricane season is officially off and running, you know they are going to have an obscene amount of ridiculous "on the scene" coverage that i am going to eat right up. speaking of, i think i'll go check on t.s./hurricane alex.

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p.s. i don't watch al roker and i think he should go back to the today show.

traditional role?

i've always had the classic idea of romance, but the women in my family have put an interesting spin on it. here are some examples of michalsky-bloodline-ball-busting:

my grandma - she went to a dance with a date. there, she saw another guy who she was far more interested in. she then proceeded to dump her date off on one of her sisters in order to get with the other guy. end of story, they got married.
my mom - she was on her way to a date, when she stopped by the fire station. instead of going to meet the original guy, she picked up someone else, and they had an impromptu date, driving around crosby talking. end of story, they got married.
my sister - an old friend of hers was sort of off and on/convenience dating a newer friend of hers. well, she realizes he's the one and "breaks them up". end of story, they got married.

see a pattern?
i'm not sure what's happened with me. it's not that i want to get married tomorrow, more of just being a little weirded out about being nearly 22 (yikes) without any prospects of even dating someone. i suppose it will come in time.

wal-mart

is always such an interesting experience. this past week has been particularly entertaining.

example one:
i went in for cold medicine, kleenex, and a ddp. the ddp took me a good five minutes to find. i looked in every check-out point/aisle to no avail. the coolers were all coke or pepsi! as i peeked into each aisle, a cashier surprised me and asked if i was ready. the reason for my surprise is obvious: since when do walmart employees practice customer service? it was just so unexpected, i felt stupid and stammered, "umm.. no? not yet" because i hadn't yet found my ddp. so, needless to say, the dr pepper cooler was on the last. aisle.
annoyance.
so as i grab my much needed drink, and i hear someone call my name in a distinct accent. it was my friend nadia's mom, who is either columbian or moroccan, i'm not sure which. we then proceeded to have a lengthy conversation while i was checking out (well as lengthy as one can get while buying three items).
questions included: have you met nadia's dog? did you know that she moved? don't you think nadia and chechi (chelsey) were good roommates? do you have a boyfriend?
it made me laugh quite a bit.

example two:
meredith was getting our supper at charming cafe, while i ran to walmart to get a ddp (it's getting bad. i'm aware.) and some ping pong balls for mer's house warming party. i was in line and this little old lady was almost cutting me out of the long check-out line. well, first a girl i had a class with in high school recognized me and said hi (i recognized her, but cannot for the life of me remember her name), then started talking with the old lady. after their conversation, the old lady started talking to me, which i didn't mind at all, as older people 9 times out of 10 brighten my day.
first she pointed to the starbuck's double shot display and said because of her diabetes, she could never have something like that.
then, she told me about her 3 yr old granddaughter had great manners, at which i told her i was glad to hear that.
then, she patted the depends in her buggy and whispered to me that she wears them to church, as you never know. i told her that was a smart plan. she agreed and said that it is better to be safe than sorry.
lastly, she asked me if i played golf, nodding toward the ping pong balls in my hand. i chuckled and said no, and that i was getting ping pong balls for ping pong. the guy in line in front of me laughed, as it was fairly obvious these balls were not intended for table tennis.
i checked out, and told her to have a good day. she had just made mine, so i can only wish that hers was well.

if you know me, you know i don't just walk around smiling. but i'll have you know, i smiled the whole way back to my car, then burst out laughing.

so i find it rather interesting that a place a loathe more than most, has provided me with two experiences that brightened my day.


something else i find interesting is that some items are called by brand names rather than the product name.
example - chapstick for lip balm, kleenex for tissues, coke for any soda.
weird.


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