this blog is (once again) moving!

But I promise you’ll love me for it because I got my new blog all redone and beautiful and perfect and everything I’ve ever wanted.

So PLEASE, please, please, PLEASE come on over to the new blog.

stacylecheminant.blogspot.com

I promise you’ll love it!  Plus, if you come, I promise to reward you with brilliantly witty posts and a handful of Christmas joy!

BONUS FEATURE: Pictures of me and stuff.  Hello, what more could you want besides four donuts?

I only have to edit one more paper and then I’m done with classwork for the semester.

SO CLOSE.

but sometimes, when you’re so close, you start to do weird things…

late date in the library

by the way, what is up with my arms in that vid?

p.s. I think that if you’re not facebook friends with me, you probably won’t be able to see this…sorry!

Fortunately, the 3-page one is halfway done and the 11-page one is halfway done, BUT STILL.  I’m super excited for it to be Thursday at 1:30 pm.  I don’t even mind finals right now…I just want these papers to be over with.

In other news, look who I had fun with this weekend.  These cool cats are pretty cool, especially the ones who also spend their evenings with me in this blasted library.

You might be wondering our longitude and latitude in this picture (i.e. where on earth we were) and I will tell you that we were at Classic Skating.  Yes, the place where I chipped my wrist bone and had to wear the delightfully smelling brace for six weeks (fond memories, my friends. Super fond.)  But you may also notice that I am holding a SCOOTER! (my preferred form of transportation).  That’s right, I chose to scooter at the skating rink because A) I had a scooter to use (thank you, Dan the Manielle), B) I’m a horrible roller skater…no, but seriously. HORRIBLE. C) I didn’t care to injure myself again because we all know that is exactly what I would have done, and D) scooters are SUUUPER hip, yo.

I’d rather be scootering. That’s for sure.

Also, that was the same trip where there was a queen size air mattress that two people would have to share and everyone volunteered Rach and I. Well, just so you know, sharing is caring and I slept very well on that mattress, even if Rachel did snore and probably took up 75% of the mattress.

That was also the same trip where Rachel came to the campfire one night wearing the biggest shirt ever and I proceeded to ask why on earth she had brought such a huge shirt, to which she replied, “Well, I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?  You’re the one who packed for me.” Which was true. Touche.

Also, Rachel was a water bottle model on that trip.

This was also the trip where Landon made everyone toaster struedels (“Careful! Zay are hot inside!) and the trip where we played the “B” game for at least an hour. Rules of the game: think of as many words as you can that start with the letter “b”. Super complicated, right? I have no idea why we played that game, but let me tell you, Landon was really good at it (“Butt, backwards, bottom, butt”).

Also, I really only wanted to tell you about the blisters that I had on my feet (and who knows why I felt the need to do that), but then I thought of those other things, so I told you about them.

happy sabbath.

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I am thankful for who I am today.

I am thankful for this year that has been the year of growth for me.  I am thankful for the chances I have had to become a better person each day, to look outside myself and to see the beauty in the world around me and the thousands of blessings I have.  I am grateful for where I am, for where I am going, and for who I can become.

I am grateful for this year, the one that I wasn’t so sure I ever wanted to come.

It’s funny how things always work out the way they’re supposed to, even if it’s not the way I wanted it to.  It’s incredible how much my personal life has been blessed this year.  I’ve had opportunities I never though I would.  I’ve made friends with people I never thought I would.  I’ve had experiences that would not have been possible if I hadn’t been willing to put away my selfishness and trust in a greater plan. It has truly been a fantastic year so far.

I have learned to love the past, but I have also learned to move forward and love where I am right now.

I am thankful for who I am today.

She’s neat because she’s totally okay with the fact that I take her on dates to places that I took other people the night before (of course, she was still the chauffeur…as usual).

So I love cazookies.  What’s the big deal?

But seriously, the best part about taking her on a date is that now she feels obligated to take me on a date.  I told her I expect nothing less than a trip to Europe.

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Who needs school anyway, right?

But apparently school is important or something and I should really try not to despise it as much as I currently do.

It’s a work in progress.

So until I learn to love school again, I prefer to think about eating delicious treats and not doing homework and Thanksgiving and my birthday and new clothes and Christmas and my family.  Those are some real nice thoughts.

I’ll be the first to admit that I find my jokes about ten times funnier than anyone else does.  Seriously, though.  I’m pretty sure one of the main reasons people laugh at my jokes is because I’m already laughing so hard at them and they don’t know what to do with themselves other than to offer the occasional pity laugh.  It’s a little ridiculous, I know.

But I mean, come on.  Tell the following things are not hilarious.

1). For my Data Analysis class, we’re supposed to email our assignments to our professor or the TA.  Last week, when I emailed my professor my homework, the body of the email said, “Herein lies HW #4.”  I died at my holiday humor right there.

2).Then today, I sent another assignment to the TA.  The text of the email said, “HERE IS THE BEST MINI ASSIGNMENT YOU WILL EVER EVER EVER SEE IN THE HISTORY OF YOUR LIFE. WHY? BECAUSE I AM AWESOME.”  Clearly I was on one today, because that made me laugh so hard I was literally crying after a minute or two.  My two friends sitting next to were laughing as well…all the way to the mental hospital they reported me to.

3) At work, we’re all working on this on-going project where one person will start a portion of the project, but usually they don’t finish it.  When they leave, they just put a sticky note at the part where the next person is to start up again.  Today, when I was ready to leave, I wrote a sticky note that said, “Start here NOW. Start here or Gabaige (Paige) will throw a rotten taco at your face.  No, but seriously. ROTTEN TACO.”  Then one of my co-workers asked me to write a “Start Here” sticky note for her.  I wrote on the sticky note, “Start here. If you don’t, Dr. Ic (Derek) will only eat garlic sandwiches for a week.”

See, now what I don’t understand is why you are not rolling on the floor laughing.

Seriously, though. Each and every one of the above-mentioned examples brought tears to my eyes with how funny I found them to be.  I’ll take this as a good sign though, because I think it means that when I’m a creepy old cat lady, I’ll still be amused by my life instead of hating the world and casting various spells on children which may or may not cause them to turn into food items and their mother to have to figure out how to decode which food item is which child depending on which food item went well with her child’s favorite food in real life and maybe she will even pretend to chop off her legs.  You never know with those creepy old cat ladies.

Cats trump food children any day of the week, so even though people regularly question my sanity, I think I’m going to be okay.

Many moons ago, I promised Rach that if she hung out with me, I’d post some of our old facebook convos.  Holy cow, they are seriously the funniest thing to me.  I have to be honest to my faithful readers, you probably won’t understand 99% of this, and I’m sorry, but not actually that sorry.  This convo is about the roommate tryouts we planned to have when one of us got married.

So hilarious.

Summer 2009

RACHEL:

yeah i know! i keep thinking about that too. dang stace, if you get married before me, and i have to get a new roommate, i will never talk to you again.

blah, well, i guess we could always hold tryouts for the one that doesn’t get married first. for example, if you get married first, you would be responsible for organizing tryouts to be my new roommate. you would have to ask them questions like: “if i said i was ‘starving’ what would be your argument?”, “when i make a twirly finger with my pointer finger, what does that mean?”, “how far do you like your door to be open while you sleep?”, “how do you place your clock/computer before going to bed?”, “do you enjoy the smell of ‘wet dog’?”, “does anyone come in every single night and takes your sock off right when you fall asleep?”, ” do you spend more time watching people in the periodicals section than you do studying?”, “do you enjoy eating tuna?”, or “when you look at the clock at 11:27 or 12:27, what is your immediate response?”.

STACY:
that was a really good wall post. i thoroughly enjoyed it. you get an A for it (you don’t get an A+ because in order to get that, you would have needed to make it longer.) i was chuckling the whole time. gosh, you know me too well.

you might want to consider adding a few more things to that list of questions…things like

1. do you always keep track of your roommates belongings so as to be able to tell her where they are when she loses them? (although after next year, keys will no longer be an issue…we are going to be good and you’re going to pick one spot to put them, and you’re only allowed to put them in that one spot.)
2. how do you say the following words: especially, faults, chelsea, false.
3. when i ask you how i look, will you look at me before you give me an answer? and what would the answer be?
4. do you like chicken Caesar salad? do you know how to make it?
5. do you know how to figure out the context of a story without it being given?

‎6. do you own the perfect eyelash curler? (such the important question)

7. when is your birthday? (if it’s not on the 27th, applicant must be removed from room without further questioning.)
8. did you pray about whether or not you should try out for the position of rachel’s roommate?

this could (and should) get much more extensive. i must be present for the interviews and the entire process of selecting a roommate for you.

RACHEL:

hey now, that’s not fair that i got only an A because i hit the max amount of characters, so i couldn’t have made it longer. you suck as a teacher.

oh, but i loved your posts too. ha, that’s funny. i really liked 3, 5, 6 (AND i am missing that terribly. i seriously don’t even try. it’s a waste of time. i just slap the mascara on instead), 7, and 8. 7 is waaaay funny and so true. no sympathy. i will not budge. if they aren’t born the 27th, *sscccckkkkk* (that’s my slicing of the throat noise). i have a few to add as well,

1. do you find yourself sporadically worrying about when the last time the door knobs were cleaned?
2. are you annoyed when people do not recycle?
3. when you brush your teeth, do you turn the water off when are doing the actual brushing?
4. have you ever had the urge to use someone else’s shampoo, face wash, soap, razor, or washcloth?
5. how many cups of water to you need when you go to the cougareat?
6. on a scale of 1-10, how much to do you like the police beat?

‎7. if you saw a toothbrush plugged in and charging, what would you do?
8. do you leave all the lights on when you leave the house?
9. what temperature would you keep the apartment at in the winter?
10. do you make yummy treats?

STACY:

oh, gosh. 1, 2, 3. i knew they were coming. 5, haaaaha, my fav.

1. how do you feel about crachel?
2. what time to you go to bed aka are you willing to talk for approx 7 hours before even thinking about going to sleep?
3. do you like rachel’s boyfriend ross?
4. do you like eggs?
5. are you willing to drive rachel to work when she has to work at the bowling alley?

So good, that best friend of mine.  So dang good.