Not Gonna Write You A Love Song

I usually am not a big fan of female singers, but I love this song and this chick's voice. The video reminds me of some show that used to be on when I was little with a jukebox and these puppets inside..Shining Time Station, maybe? I never really watched the show, but I'd check it out every now and then to see DiDi Conn, aka Frenchy from Grease. Anyhow, whether I want it there or not, the song will probably be stuck in my head all day...so I thought I'd pass that along. You're welcome.

Hold Back The Night

It's 7 AM, and I am just now going to bed. I spent the most of the day, and the entire night, making a dress for the opera La Boheme, which you would think opens tomorrow judging by my willingness to pull an all-nighter. Nope. I think Jan 17th is the first performance. I just couldn't stand having it hanging over my head anymore and wanted to be able to focus fully on Christmas, moving, and playing with the 4,000 friends who seem to be in town right now (which is awesome). I wish I could say the after-college all-nighters were a rarity, but that'd be a nope, too. At least I can say is I came by it naturally; my Dad came downstairs about 5:45 to say goodnight, he was off to bed. Yes, I do realize we are weird.

I'm having trouble playing it cool right now, at least in my own head. Last week I was super cautious, skeptical, even. Now, in my brain, I still am, but I spent a good bit of the day moping through my work because even if I'm not sold on something yet, I want others to be. Maybe it just comes down to me being impatient. Also, I listen to more swoony 60's songs than I should. Oh Frankie Avalon, where are you?

I really shouldn't post at this time of the night/morning. Never been drunk, but sleep-deprived posting is probably close to drunk dialing on the list of things likely to embarrass you the next day. I'm sure my English will be atrocious!

I have about 35 things I should do tomorrow..er, today. I wonder if it's even worth it to sleep. Whelp, guess I'm gonna go find out!

Hang All The Mistletoe, I'm Gonna Get To Know You Better...

Man, 3 comments on my last post in one day - I'm beginning to look like a real blogger!

I'm getting really excited about being in Charlotte for a while. It seems like a lot of friendships are blossoming, plus Michelle is in town and I'm glad we get to go through this settling into a place and living space thing at the same time and in close proximity. It's nice to have a friend around, too, who's known you since it was cool to shop at 5-7-9 in Carolina Place Mall, and the boys at youth group all wore Airwalks!

Tonight Lauren said "I really don't want anything...I mean, him being my boyfriend is really all I could want for Christmas. Oh, I mean, and baby Jesus." Haha, my best friend makes me laugh...and I know how she feels. I'm so glad she'll be home in 3 days. I miss having face time with her, and it just isn't Christmas if we aren't making paper chains and snowflakes to hang up in our Granville suite. Maybe she'll help me spiffy up the new place.....

I'm Getting an Apartment for Christmas (Mommy and Daddy aren't mad!)

The kitchen is ugly. 70's renovation ugly. And it doesn't have hardwoods. I'm not sure where my table's gonna go, either. These are the things I'm gonna have to stop saying first about my new apartment.

What's that? Yep, I said it, new apartment. Bachelorette pad extraordinaire (right...). What is does have is circa 1942 plaster walls, new windows, a sewing room, decent rent, a darling landlady, and a safe but cool in-town location I didn't dream I could afford. It also has a very, very excited tenant who feels like Christmas has already come and is having a hard time focusing on much more than couch colors and what pots she needs.

Getting an apartment has been something I've put off since graduation because my job is so unpredictable as far as how well it will pay and where I will need to travel. However, after 6 months of the movie I have enough of a cushion to confidently sign a lease. I will do so on Wednesday!

Good thing, too, because according to my Grandma's husband Keith, I'll "never get me a man without my own place." I spent Friday night at my Grandma's, and Saturday morning the first thing he said to me was "I know someone who's about to be 24 (several more months of 23, I protested!)...and that's only a year away from 25. You know what they say about 25, right? If you're not married my 25, you're an old maid!" OLD MAID?! Thank goodness for Grandma, who views her first grandchild eternally as her baby and spoils her as such. Later, as Grandma was packing up some pots and pans for my new place, he "jokingly" said she knew to save those for me because I wouldn't be getting married any time soon. GEEEEEEZE! Somebody is getting coal for Christmas.

When I told this story to my dad, he got really upset, and was so afraid I would be really hurt by it. Thankfully his comments didn't bruise my ego, just ticked me off a little (he mentioned the other day that it was about time I came home and got a job....you're right Keith, enough of those silly little 18 hour days on the movie set, it's time I put in some WORK). What it did make me feel was a deep sense of gratitude for my family, who has never treated me like some sort of dried up jerky for not being married before the close of my teens, but who realize that marriage for me will be wonderful and exciting, but part of the journey, not the ultimate goal of it. It also made me SO thankful that God's got the whole situation under control, and though I don't always act like it, I don't have to worry about being an old maid, because if marriage is in my picture, He'll bring it to me, and if not, He will satisfy me regardless. So come on, 25. I ain't skeered!

Under Pressure

Uh-oh. Megan linked me on her blog. This is no trivial matter, for she linked me on one major condition: I blog regularly. Ohhh accountability, how you shall haunt me.

My escape to Colorado is quickly waning, and suddenly I've noticed that my junk somehow creeped out of my room and infested the rest of the house. I think it is my subconscious trying to get me to stay.


Christa and I have had some fun craft time this month. I just love that we both get genuinely excited about felt and pipe cleaners. Yes, I realize we're dorks. One of our favorite projects (aka rip-offs of something we saw in Boulder) has been colorful little monster ornaments. We may have had a little too much fun with them. We made a movie with them, which I considered posting on here, but the whole monster movie genre is so overdone.

Well, it's off to church. I'm excited about a night of Nertz-playing ahead of us girls. The only question now is whether or not to cheat....