I know you all have missed my mushy mentions of the Prince, so this one's for you. We celebrated an "official" whole year together last month! We played hooky from church (shhh, don't tell Pastor John) and each planned half of the day to surprise one another. Well, if you know anything about us, we seem to always have the inability to pull off a successful surprise...this day was no exception. Part of my plan worked, taking him to brunch at a historic spot in downtown Sac. Well, that is after the 40-minute wait that I didn't anticipate. I also planned to rent kayaks on a lake at the Sac State Aquatic Center, envisioning a scene right of the Notebook.. alas, the weather had other plans. It was cold and windy that morning, and due to a lack of communication Eric's "event" had to start at 3:00. Well shoot. So we scraped my second half of the date and moved on to Erics--horse back riding! It was great fun, riding our new bffs Jimmy and Pistol. We had a private ride that went through old gold mining land and along a lake which we learned was-oh wait-the Sacramento Aquatic Center! So as we were trotting along, happy couples were kayaking 2 feet away from us. Ohhh the irony. We ended our day with a delightful dinner on the water with a view of the Sacramento Tower bridge.
I came back from that blissful day of adventure to find that all the new Freshman are officially back in town. I know I shouldn't judge seeing as how I was that Freshman with the U-Haul truck on move in day. But I think I've earned the right as an upperclassman to be slightly irritated when parents are walking in the middle of bike lanes and freshman walk through a round-a-bout the wrong way. Maybe I'll have to join the clan of upperclassman who set up couches on the first day of school to watch Freshman crash...
School is in full-swing (one week in) and I have a quiz tomorrow...the joys of the quarter system. I have been adjusting to a new 2-story apartment that, may I mention, has a nice hefty staircase. At first I was excited, seeing as how I have never lived in a 2-story anything. Now, a few weeks in...I'm trying hard to find the excitement in a nice hefty staircase. Its beginning to be somewhat pathetic how I now strategize and meticulously plan what I need to bring going up and down, heaven forbid I forget something and have to make another trip up or down. I feel my calves taking shape already.
Oh yeah, I'm 2 0 now. Everyone has been telling me that its "such a boring age" and "nothing cool happens when you turn 20". Welp, if you ask me, being two decades down is pretty darn cool. Then I started thinking, in one more decade I'll be 30. As in, appropriate-child bearing-age appropriate. *insert wide-eyed face here* So yeah, I guess 20 isn't that momentous.
My birthday was more like a birthend (birthday weekend, get it?) I made the drive to the utopia that is Reno, Nevada to see my sis! Moose gave me my first present of the weekend, a giant bite out of my chin. Its okay, his cuddles all weekend made up for it! After fun girls weekend doing fun girl things, I trekked back to cowtown early Sunday morning, only to find the Prince himself cooking mea feast breakfast. After chowing down on some bacon and my second cup of coffe for the day, we went to church. Me and some of my best gal pals went out for crepes and accepted the fact that we were all turning into balls of sweat in Davis heat. But hey, at least I got presents. Coffee, candles and sock monkies--they know the way to my heart!! Eric took me out for a birthday date (sushi, per my request) and surprised me with a completely unexpected gift, a very nice big girl watch. Gotta love a man who knows a thing or two about good taste. I should also mention that my fave yogurt joint gives out free froyo on one's birthday. Obviously, I was not about to pass that up that bowl of sugar and artificial flavors. My friends advised me to overflow it, so I could save half for later. Taking their advice, I jam packed that sucker with the heaviest and yummiest toppings I could find. And you want to know something? I ate the whole cup right then and there.
But alas, all good things must come to an end, and I was ready the next morning for my "philosophy of science" class. Sounds riveting, right? I was getting the impression that it would be an easy A class; that is until I went to my discussion section. We were going around the room introducing ourselves and sharing an interesting fact. "I like tennis", "I play guitar", some said. One girl, however, states her name, year and major then shares in the most menacing voice, "My fun fact? I'm a snake in a can." Crickets could be heard in the halls of Wellman. Unless someone can enlighten me as to what this strange statement may mean, my hopes of a piece of cake class has turned into a fear for my life.
Of course, no blog post would be complete without a Shelly update. Basket: 0 Bike Lights: 2. Sadly, the basket made its final departure this week. I'm sure I've provided entertainment for onlookers as I find a way to jerry-rig my waterbottle, keys, and bike lock to my handlebars as I pedal. The basket has been chilling on our porch where the mailman keeps mistaking it for a mailbox, proving the notion that one man's trash is another man's treasure. But! I finally got bike lights. Using a certain someone's employee discount, I got a pair of 175 dollar bike lights for 40! Yes. People actually pay that much for bike lights. Personally I'd be fine duct taping a flashlight to my handle bars, but one does not date a bike mechanic and not get the best lights in the biz. They have the same watt power as a car or something, and come with a USB that plugs into the computer. They fancy.
That is about as much as mylittle hands sausage fingers can type at the moment. Much has gone on these past few weeks that I missed, but I will begin my "regular" posts starting now! Hugs to you all!
I came back from that blissful day of adventure to find that all the new Freshman are officially back in town. I know I shouldn't judge seeing as how I was that Freshman with the U-Haul truck on move in day. But I think I've earned the right as an upperclassman to be slightly irritated when parents are walking in the middle of bike lanes and freshman walk through a round-a-bout the wrong way. Maybe I'll have to join the clan of upperclassman who set up couches on the first day of school to watch Freshman crash...
School is in full-swing (one week in) and I have a quiz tomorrow...the joys of the quarter system. I have been adjusting to a new 2-story apartment that, may I mention, has a nice hefty staircase. At first I was excited, seeing as how I have never lived in a 2-story anything. Now, a few weeks in...I'm trying hard to find the excitement in a nice hefty staircase. Its beginning to be somewhat pathetic how I now strategize and meticulously plan what I need to bring going up and down, heaven forbid I forget something and have to make another trip up or down. I feel my calves taking shape already.
Oh yeah, I'm 2 0 now. Everyone has been telling me that its "such a boring age" and "nothing cool happens when you turn 20". Welp, if you ask me, being two decades down is pretty darn cool. Then I started thinking, in one more decade I'll be 30. As in, appropriate-child bearing-age appropriate. *insert wide-eyed face here* So yeah, I guess 20 isn't that momentous.
My birthday was more like a birthend (birthday weekend, get it?) I made the drive to the utopia that is Reno, Nevada to see my sis! Moose gave me my first present of the weekend, a giant bite out of my chin. Its okay, his cuddles all weekend made up for it! After fun girls weekend doing fun girl things, I trekked back to cowtown early Sunday morning, only to find the Prince himself cooking me
But alas, all good things must come to an end, and I was ready the next morning for my "philosophy of science" class. Sounds riveting, right? I was getting the impression that it would be an easy A class; that is until I went to my discussion section. We were going around the room introducing ourselves and sharing an interesting fact. "I like tennis", "I play guitar", some said. One girl, however, states her name, year and major then shares in the most menacing voice, "My fun fact? I'm a snake in a can." Crickets could be heard in the halls of Wellman. Unless someone can enlighten me as to what this strange statement may mean, my hopes of a piece of cake class has turned into a fear for my life.
Of course, no blog post would be complete without a Shelly update. Basket: 0 Bike Lights: 2. Sadly, the basket made its final departure this week. I'm sure I've provided entertainment for onlookers as I find a way to jerry-rig my waterbottle, keys, and bike lock to my handlebars as I pedal. The basket has been chilling on our porch where the mailman keeps mistaking it for a mailbox, proving the notion that one man's trash is another man's treasure. But! I finally got bike lights. Using a certain someone's employee discount, I got a pair of 175 dollar bike lights for 40! Yes. People actually pay that much for bike lights. Personally I'd be fine duct taping a flashlight to my handle bars, but one does not date a bike mechanic and not get the best lights in the biz. They have the same watt power as a car or something, and come with a USB that plugs into the computer. They fancy.
That is about as much as my
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