Celibacy and The Totally Hot Guys That Come With

In honor of my awesomest cousin MaKayla, I am taking a vow of celibacy....celibacy against soda. No longer will I partake of the most wicked sin of the soda drinking or covet this highly-caffinated drink. Instead I am turning to the new fad of coveting the veggies and the fruits. Given my family medical history, I can only benifit from this and save myself a whole lot of medical bills in the future. Plus, I love my cousin and want to support her. I friggin' love you MaKie!!!

Now, to fill all ya'll in on some things...there's this really cute guy that works at the clinic and he comes into the shoppette all the time. He's absolutely GORGEOUS!!! His eyes are the most clear, most adorable blue....no, to call them blue is a disgrace, they are...I don't even know the word for it. Anyway, when ever he sees me, he's like "Hey Wendy!" and I feel kind of bad because I don't know what his name is.
So, when he came into the shoppette the other day, as he was leaving (after we had chatted for a little while) I shouted after him "Hey! I have a question!"
He comes back all cool and suave and says, "Yeah?"
"What's your first name?" XDDDD yeah, cuz I can be just as suave as him.
Then of course, he mantains his savy and replies, "Richard, but my friends call me Rich so you can call me Rich."
Yeah buddy, I just got a new best friend. I want to sketch him, that's all there is to it.

Then there's the other guy. He came in a few weeks ago and declares his love for me before leaving....without a name or a date or anything. Well, he came in and being the little eavesdropper that I am, I found out his name is Josh....and even though he asked me if I was going to where ever the heck he was talking about, Mr. Hanks or Franks or something or other, I still don't have a date.

Spin Circles for Me

Haha! I have finished my newest painting which was done on a shingle, in the fashion of Italian painters. It's nothing fancy, just a basic acrylic landscape thing. I call it Spin Circles for Me.

High Heels = Torture Device (I don't care how good it makes your legs look)

Ugh!!! My feet hurt so bad! Why in the world do we as women wish to put ourselves through so much torture and agony? Yeah, my legs looked good but holy crap I was in pain, I was cranky. No more! I won't wear nice, high shoes to work anymore! It was a stupid idea in the first place, I only did it to look good for a guy and he didn't even come into the shoppette today.

I read in the Stars and Stripes that there was a walk for the prevention of violence against women (sex crimes and abuse) and the men in the walk wore high heels. Now that's more like it. They want us to look good in high heels and dress all nice and pretty, well it's not as easy as it looks and it's a lot more painful than whatever it is that guys do, football or whatever.

I'm not going to dress all nice tomorrow. I'll wear my nice comfy tennis shoes and good blouse, do my hair simply nothing fancy. Of course now that I'm going to do that you know he'll come in. But at least I won't be cranky and in pain. I'll be able to flirt without grimacing everytime I shift my weight.

And that's what's important, being friendly and being able to flirt, none of this look-as-good-as-the-customer-service-ladies; it's way too painful.

Other than that, it was a good day. I finally got one of my scholarship checks so I can pay for the next terms classes....now I just have to decide which classes to take....

Sunset on Wall Street

(I finally decided on a title for this poem so it can now be reveled to the public. Enjoy.)

Sunset on Wall Street

Bring me the sunset in a tea cup
And I will give you Wall Street in a can.
We'll sit on a dingy and reminisce
Dream of things that have passed,
Createe for ourselves a future-
If ever we get off the dingy.

I'll make a raft of hair for you
If you cry the ocean for me.
We'll make it off this dingy
Together.
For I cannot cry and you have no hair.

Then we'll share a dish of life
Grow old, watch teh sun drip across the sky
Until the last drop falls to the tea cup
And winks as the light goes out.

--Wendy Holloway (Oct 2008)

Fast Cars, Freedom...Finals

Ok, so I actually have a blog on myspace but since not everyone has one, I caved and added one more thing to my list of usernames and passwords. Y'all better be thankful. XD

Today was the first day of Finals for my math class. It was supposed to be a two day test, but I finished early and my professor let me take the second half. It was pretty easy, most of the stuff that we've been learning in the class I learned in seventh grade. The college made me take it anyway. The hardest thing in the class was the chapter on Statistics: the one thing I can't do in math. Sure, give me Calculus, Trig, anything and I'll give you the right answer....give me statistics and I'll give you a funny look and find something else better to do with my time. Anyway, I'm done with that class now, I just have to check online every so often to make sure that I pass (not that I'm worried, I could fail the final and still pass.)

I'm not sure what classes I'll take next semester, probably some kind of writing class or something that I actually find interesting so that I don't feel like I'm wasting my time when I go to class.

So, I've been really hitting my Spanish hard and it's finally clicking. I've been reading the Book of Mormon in Spanish and I can actually understand as I read rather than having to go back and translate everything. There are a few things that I still have to look up but I'm finally getting a hang on the language. Thus my reason for putting learning Italian and German on hold for a while, though I'm still practicing Sign Language everyday.

...Which is kinda cool because I feel that I can actually say that I'm trilingual...not perfectly fluent in the languages but I can get by and I think that's good enough to qualify for trilinguality....if that makes any sense.

Well, I'm getting sleepy so buenos noches chicos!