Sir, I'll take anything without the magic...

Every year...

..new notebooks and fresh folders...(and apparently alliteration)..

...magically make me WANT to be back in school...

I wonder if the magic is included in the price.

What if I couldn't afford the magic????

"Umm, excuse me...do you have any discouragingly hopeless notebooks?

Uninspiring highlighters?

Less-than-charming rulers...pens....pencils?

Sir, I'll take anything without the magic"

"I'm sorry, we only sell magical supplies at this store..maybe you should try the Forlorn File Folder Superstore. I hear they're having a sale on their despairingly un-magical school supply line."

Yikes. I shudder the thought.

I'm grateful for the magic...

and I'm almost ready for school to start...

.............mostly just so that I can get it over with....

buuuuut, potato potaato , right?

Just keep swimming.

=HOOT=

A not-so-terminal-diagnosis-on-the-mend.

I seem to be suffering from.....

"Pre-School Stress".

It feels pretty much like regular school stress.

Allow me to explain.

Symptoms of PSS include but are not limited to:

-Feeling like you have way much to do, with far too little time.

-Feeling poor, when you're not...yet.

-Feeling like you can't go anywhere...vacation..etc..because you just have "so much to do".

-You irritated when people ask you to do things for them..again because you just have "so much to do".

-Constant fatigue, with no correlation the number of hours slept.

-Frequent loss of appetite.

-Having the intense desire to skip over a significantly large chunk of time..say 4 months..?(or perhaps the next 15months??)

-Missing out on summer care-free-ness for no reason at all.

Today..I ate a piece of bread. Plain bread. And it brought me back to my 9+ hour school days (in a far too vivid way) and the fact that, most often, my lunch on those days consists of...plain bread. (Hoorah for 6 minutes of extra sleep!!! 5:30 comes so early..)

If you are suffering from any of the above symptoms, you may be suffering from PSS. Don't worry. There is help!

THE CURE.

An apple a day,

lots of fluids,

plenty of rest,

a road trip with your mom,

lots of family,

and loves from the sweetest two-year-old on this planet.

May need to repeat regimen 3 weeks later. Plan accordingly.

School starts 3 weeks from Thursday, and this jumpstart on my stress level is un-welcomed. This program worked for me..it can work for you !

You should consult a physician before beginning any stress-relief program.

I am not a licensed physician..(but I do play one on TV)

I do not play a licensed physician on TV.

=HOOT=

Life Lesson #132

I don't have much to say....

It's nothing, really, at all.....

But I do have one thing to mention....

WHO knew deodorant would melt in the car?! Seriously.

=HOOT=

In my world, Happiness is....

..finding a note on your car in the morning from your best friend.

..having a closet full of clean clothes after a full day of laundry.

..knowing that Sunday comes after Saturday, and that Saturday is tomorrow.

..finding sheet music you forgot you had..

(in my world it's akin to finding $5 in the shorts I haven't worn since last summer)

..having your 18mo old niece blow kisses through your computer screen.

..being content that your grades will not be perfect for one semester.

..feeling love for people you have never actually met.

That is what happiness is.. at this time. in my world.

=HOOT=

3, 2, 1...cue music. *pomp and circumstance*

Do you know what this is??

It is the face of one girl who will be graduating in the Winter of 2012!!

It's a pretty good face, if you ask me.

The Book of Victory and Little Chapters

Preface.

You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.

And I..apparently MAKE 100% of the shots I DO take...at least tonight.

Allow me to explain.

Chapter 1.

I went to Chick-fil-A. With my little brother, Mr. S.

Chapter 2.

I stood patiently waiting for my order to be taken.

Chapter3.

I ordered a #1, well done fries, and a diet coke. (I nearly splurged on a shake, but soon decided that I did not have the funds to agree with my desire)

Chapter4.

Sir. Cash told me about their current promotion. It went something like, "If you upsize your meal (44cents) you can shoot the foam basketball into the hoop (which was behind the counter) If you make it, you get a free dessert."

Chapter 5.

I hesitated.

Chapter 6.

I decided that sometimes, we have to live a little..eve if it is a WHOLE 44 cents worth.

Chapter 7.

I threw the ball in the air a few times..I had to get the feel of the thing.

**(The next 3 chapters occurred over a span of like..3.65 seconds. Ready?)**

Chapter 8.

I went for the shot. It was too high. It hit the Nerf plastic-mabob that attaches it to whatever it was attached to. The ball spun and bounced upward.

Chapter9.

Mr. S and I both "awww-ed" in disappointment...just as the ball fell right through the hoop.

Chapter 10.

I exclaimed my excitement..probably a little louder than was necessary..with numerous fist pumps and a couple of leg kicks..really though..if you'd have seen it, you would have been excited too. Sir Cash of Chick-fil-A said it was the best one he's ever seen.

Chapter 11.

I had a free banana cream pie shake. DeeeLISHus. Every bite filled with bananas, Nilla Wafers, and the taste of sweet, sweet victory.

Have you made any shots today?

Ya..I can breathe.

I currently cannot bring myself to open my PUP 301 book and start another session of laborious reading and/or note taking...not again.

Instead I will waste time for at least another half an hour, getting re-aquainted with my

sad,

lonely,

and most-definitely neglected Pandora..

..while also simultaneously writing this blogpost.

I am also breathing.

The true essence of a master multi-tasker procrastinator...

Believe it, friends.