day to myself

I am fast becoming the worst blogger ever. Sorry for my lack of recent postings all, but I won't bore you with excuses.

As of early this afternoon, every single item was out of our old apartment and the whole place had been cleaned from top to bottom. We had accidentally left a few dishes there after our final move and clean-up yesterday, so I stopped by to pick them up after lunch with the Boyfriend. The place looked so tiny without all of our belongings stuffed inside, and I felt a little sad to be leaving for good, since I was partially leaving my independence behind, too. My parent's basement is great, but it's my parents' house and you don't feel nearly as independent hearing the floor speak as they walk overhead every day.

Regardless, I felt very calm and happy, seeing the entire place wiped clean of us ever having been there. It was strange, seeing it look exactly the same as the day we toured it: white, plain, empty, and clean. I felt refreshed in a way as I locked the door behind me for the last time.

I have the day off today, and I turned down a shift because I desperately needed some alone time to just relax and think. The holidays and moving were chaotic, as one would expect, but I now need to take some time to slow down before things get crazy again. On the 4th I started my winter course, and that same week I have two internship interviews to look forward to. Wish me luck!

I should probably be preparing for my busy schedule up ahead, but I need to just relax I think. Take a deep breath and maybe even a nap - clear my head for awhile. Unpacking of boxes, organizing it all, and minimizing my belongings can wait for another day or two.

Hope everyone's holidays were merry and bright. Let's bring on the new year!

well, holly-freakin'-jolly

*Sigh* I am finally done with my enormous stretch of day after day of work. Retail + The Holidays = Chaos and Exhaustion. Tomorrow, I plan to sleep in as long as humanly possible!

But now, time to vent. I found out last night that my little sister's boyfriend will be joining us for Christmas breakfast. At first, I didn't say anything, but the more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. She is 17 years old, a junior in high school, and she's been dating this kid maybe a few months. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with him, but I think it's kind of strange and inappropriate for him to be having Christmas breakfast with us. Christmas is a private family thing, in my opinion, and I think it's weird that she wants her boyfriend there.

Am I totally off my rocker here?

For a moment I think I might be hypocritical because my boyfriend will be joining us for Christmas and did last year, but we've been dating for two and a half years! He IS practically family at this point. I mean, come on, he lives in the basement with me!

So anyway, I tell my mom how I feel, not expecting much of anything. Maybe a hint of agreement, but I didn't expect her to uninvite him or anything. What's done is done. I just wanted to get my point across that I thought it was weird of her to want him there. It's family time.

My mom, in retaliation of my comments, thought this was the perfect time to say that everyone she tells about me and the Boyfriend moving into their basement thinks is super weird and super awkward, especially since we aren't married or anything.

Well holly-freakin'-jolly, Mom. Way to tell me that everyone you know thinks its crazy and inappropriate for me and the Boyfriend to be living in your house together. Gimme a freaking break.

So there's my holiday grumbling. On the flip side, I did make Christmas cookies with the Boyfriend and his sister today, which was a lot of fun. Oh, and we attempted to go snowmobiling tonight, too, but the wind and snow was so intense that we couldn't see much of anything and had to turn back. Oh well, another time!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!!

tired mess of a woman

Sorry for my lack of posting, and sadly this one will be short...

• The presentations went well, but there was not enough time for networking. Some other time, perhaps?
• Moving took place on Wednesday and was exhausting. Didn't stop until 1am!
• I must, must, must apply for the stack of internships that are in one of these bazillion boxes. Not getting an internship is NOT an option!
• Math exam: B. I'll take it! :)
• Not getting enough sleep is killing me. Go to bed too late, wake up when the Boyfriend comes to bed, wake up when the sun comes out, wake up when the family starts moving upstairs, and wake up again with my alarm. I'm a tired mess.
• Pretty sure the PS3 just died. Goodbye, entertainment.
• Too tired to think of any other updates. BEDTIME!

rashes and BIG presentation

Hey everyone,

Sorry that I've been terribly absent from my blog, but I've been having quite the month! With all of my classes coming to a close, I've had to wrap up assignments and work on lots of projects - I'm a busy bee! Aside from that, the Boyfriend and I are attempting to move, but it's been going quite slowly. Our schedules are hectic at the very least, so we've only had time to do a little here and there. We're attempting to be totally moved by the end of the week, but we'll have to see about that.

In other news, I'm currently FREAKING OUT. Today is a crazy, crazy day for me and I'm already hyped up on coffee. Volunteering, handing in paperwork (last minute, of course), working on another huge project, and the biggest presentation of my college career thus far. No pressure, right? Freaking out. I don't have my part nearly as memorized as I had hoped, but I have a decent amount of practice time today.

Remember that huge campaigns project I've been bitching about? Well, we're presenting it to a whole bunch of advertising/PR professionals today. Super scary! Although, this is going to be an awesome networking opportunity, but I'm so scared that I'm going to screw up and be the laughingstock of the entire Milwaukee Ad community. That would be terrible.

I tried on practically every nice outfit I had last night and had the Boyfriend narrow them down with me. I think I look pretty good. Well, except for the huge rash on my face! Yeah, what a day to wake up with a huge red blotch on the side of your face. Come ON! Anyway, it's off to my volunteer place now. I'll have to catch you all up later on whether I made a fool of myself or not.

Send happy, loving thoughts my way, please!

XOXO,

Olivia

crackberries and stupid sisters

So much to catch up on!

1. I have a Blackberry now! Although I probably should call it my Crackberry. Seriously. After much drama and arguing with my family as to whether we wanted to renew our contract, we did and I ended up with a fancy new phone. I am so addicted. I swear, I'm checking it every five seconds. It's totally my new thing, and I'm very proud to be a part of the Blackberry club.

2. My 17-year-old sister is driving me insane. I remember what it was like to be 17. I wasn't very well behaved. Ask The Boyfriend - he was even worse than I was! But it kills me to hear her tell stories about being drunk or to tell me what she's done with her little boyfriend lately. Seriously, I don't want to know. I don't want to know not only because it bug me, but I also don't want to be responsible when she does something really stupid like drives drunk.

I thought things were finally out of my hands when she came home the other night with beer on her breath. We always have to say goodnight to mom when we come home late for this exact purpose. She tried to cover for herself though, and said it was just the smell of it - she wasn't drinking, it was other people. This didn't fly for long, however, as she got in an argument with my mom about it the very next night. She refused to talk to my mom and demanded to talk with my father.

My father is an understanding man. He doesn't tend to overreact and he remembers what it was like to be young and dumb. However, I don't think he realized that what he told her wasn't interpreted quite the right way. See, he told her he knew there wasn't much he could do to stop her. She should be safe, however, and let him know where she's staying.

That'd be fine if he was telling a 20 year old that. Someone in college, more mature, responsible. But we're talking about my stupid, stuck up, immature 17-year-old sister. She interprets this as, "My dad says I can drink." No good, Dad. Know your audience! I haven't found the right moment to tell him this, but I plan to call him out on it. Sure, he's right to say she shouldn't drink and drive, but this wasn't his best parenting moment in my opinion.

3. Remember that big Campaigns project I was telling you all about? We got the books printed! They look like fancy magazines, filled with work produced with my blood, sweat and tears - and damn, it feels good! We didn't win the competition, but that doesn't really matter to me. I'm happy that now I have something awesome and tangible to show potential employers.

Speaking of potential employers, the internship hunt isn't going so well. Please cross your fingers that I can find something for the spring or I am kinda screwed. So yeah. Cross them fingers, people!

(crackberry found here)