I fancy myself a carpenter!

I'm too excited to not post again tonight.

It's official.

I BUILT MY BOOK SHELF!

It only took two hours, but I am now the proud owner of a black, oak finished, book shelf.
It's beautiful. Wonderful. Perfect.
It fits exactly between my window and my desk. Right where I wanted to put it.
It has 3 shelves, just like I wanted.
It matches my comforter.
It's beautiful. Did I already say that?!
And I can put my plant (that is only now slightly frozen) on top of it.

Side story:

I brought a plant back to school from my home. I have had this plant since my freshman year of high school. I'm now a junior in college. I'm slightly attached to it. I get attached to everything. Don't judge. Any way. I specifically warmed my car up for this plant. My mom rushed it from our house to my car. It was on the floor of my back seat so I turned the warm air on to feet warming. I took the best care of it that I could all through transport. The instant I got back here, I grabbed my plant and rushed upstairs. After all, I didn't want it sitting out in the cold while I carried up useless things like my suit case... Turns out the 2 minute walk from the parking lot to my building was cold enough to freeze all but two of the plants leaves. And this plant had lots of leaves. First they turned brown. Then they started to shrivel. Now they are crunchy and black. The stems are all fine though. And the two surviving leaves are green and shiny. I read on the internet that the plant likes humidity. So since Sunday, when I do shower, I shower with my plant. It sits on the bathroom floor, soaks up the humidity, and hopefully feels better. I feel so bad I froze it. But really, what was I supposed to do? I just hope it bounces back.

My notebooks and textbooks and reading books all fit.
Wonderful!
and I made it myself! No boys. Woot!
My soup turned out well too. And I have four little tupperwares full of it for leftover meals.
Still haven't unpacked. But I haven't showered in a few days either and I think that takes priority.
Oh! And I finished another season of House. On to season three. Then shower. Unpack tomorrow....maybe...
:)

--Brynn

winter wonderlandish

It's blizzarding here.
So stinking cold.
I was actually enjoying the snow before it started falling again. It glittered in the light.
Now there is so much of it that it's practically impossible to navigate the streets, the sidewalks. The piles take over parking spots. They overflow into the outer lanes of traffic. They are a mess and they cause lots of problems. Being pretty isn't enough to make me like them.
I decided to go to work today against my better judgment.
It wasn't that bad when I left. Light, fluffy flakes floating down. They didn't really stick to anything. The streets weren't icy. It was easy to drive. Safe. Or at least I felt safe. I could manage my little car. I got to work just fine. Didn't even slide around that much walking to the building in my high heels.
On the way out however....eh!
It was so slick I almost fell and on my butt a ton of times. The wind made it super cold and snow was blowing in my face as I tried to scrape my car. It took me 30+ minutes to drive my usual less than 20 minutes route home. Didn't help that I had to make a side-trip.
I decided to make myself soup for dinner (a goal of mine is to actually cook myself meals and not eat out all the time). Last night I bought all the ingredients for baked potato soup, minus green onions. An essential part that I forgot! So typical. Because of this I had to go to Wal-Mart after work. For the second night in a row. Booooo!
I not only bought green onions, but also oranges (only 40 cents each!), blue Powerade, and a BOOK SHELF!
Tonight it is my duty to construct this book shelf, it's black!, and unpack.
Yes I have been back in Lincoln for 3 days now and no I have not unpacked. I hate it. So much. Unpacking means vacations are over and who wants that? Not me. I've decided to live out of my suitcase until I run out of excuses not to. It may end up taking me awhile to build my book shelf...
Did I mention the thing weighs 35 lbs.? YIKES! I carried it through the snow and wind and up the stairs. So ridiculous. It's times like these that I wish I had a boy friend.
I'll let you know how it all (soup, book shelf, storm) turns out!

--Brynn

back to the grind stone

I gave up the internet (almost completely) for the two weeks while I was home over Christmas.
Now I'm back at my apartment, watching Dawson's Creek, debating about when to shower, hating that I have to go to work tomorrow, hating more that working means I am going to have to shower on a regular basis. I've grown used to slightly greasy hair. I like it. It's homey. So is wearing sweats all day and eating breakfast at 11 followed by lunch at 2 and dinner at 8. Not sleeping until 2 a.m. waking up at 10:30. Lovely.
Tonight I am actually tired. It's shocking really. And I'm waiting for a friend to call me. I haven't talked to her for a couple days and she's having boy drama so it's imperative I stay awake.
Emotionally exhausted might be more accurate than saying I'm tired.
I already miss my sisters. It's always hard leaving my family, but today especially sucked. This is probably because I spent my entire break at my house. I went out one night. It was completely lame. I discovered I like sitting on my couch. I like letting my dog (illegally) sit on the couch next to me. I like harassing my sister's about the boys in their lives. I LOVE being lazy. And dirty. Good news, I was sick over break so I couldn't smell myself. Showering takes too much energy. My sisters are finally old enough to be my friends. Each day I would hang out with a different sister. Doing different things. Video games. Stalking. Watching movies. So much fun. So relaxing. Healthy. Helping me regain my life. And spirit.
I became addicted to crime shows. Mainly Criminal Minds (when that wasn't on I settled for NCIS or CSI, but I really did not like them as much). I am fascinated by serial killers and profiling. I love it. Death doesn't freak me out. My over active imagination didn't even get to me. Instead of dreaming about getting hurt, I dreamed I was a crime fighter. A bad ass with a gun (not that I would ever know how to shoot a gun, but in my dreams, I rocked!). I kicked some bad guy butt. Was smart enough to outwit killers and tough enough to take them down. Loving it. Perhaps I'll join the FBI after college. Good plan? I vote yes. Sounds better than more school or working in a dead end job.
I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and are enjoying the New Year.
I guess I didn't mention Christmas because nothing remarkable happened. I had a perfectly normal, relaxed, family sitting around the tree opening presents Christmas. This is unusual for us because normally we skip presents and go on vacation. I can't remember the last time I stayed home for a holiday and spent time with my family. It was lovely. Which isn't normally something I associate with lots of family time. Good surprise. :)

--Brynn