Change is Hard

Warning: this post might be a little bit whiny and I'm sorry for that.  Also I think the word whiny looks whiny.  

I just moved.  I'd been living in one apartment for three years and decided it was time for a private bedroom so I moved a couple of blocks away.  The way I'm handling it you'd think I moved to China.  It started the night before last when I spent my first night here.  The bed is not comfortable.  Now, my bed before was no great awesome thing, but I was used to it and now this bed is weird.  I woke up at least four times during the night not sure where I was or why I was there.  The same thing happened when I woke up in the morning.  The wall is on a different side than in my previous apartment and it's just hard. 

Today I was out with Steph and I was being very mediocre company.  I got home and napped on my couch then went shopping with Donna.  Let me just say, my whole life feels confusing right now.  I would go the wrong direction in a town I've been in for three years.  The grocery store was supremely disorienting (it was Macey's, not some new store).  It got to the point I was so frustrated that I was either going to murder the people in the self-checkout line or just leave my groceries.  Seriously, if you have approximately 498,004 coupons do not go to the self-checkout stand especially at the busiest time of the day.  Not to mention the cashier was totally inept.  I feel really mad at Macey's.  

Those of you, my dear blog-y friends, that know me in real life or pay attention to this block know that change is hard for me.  I knew it was going to take getting used to this new apartment and that I would miss my old place, but I just didn't expect this.  By the way, my new place is super nice and I really like it, I just can't handle the change.

Priorities

Fact: I have some pretty awesome friends.  These friends have their priorities sorted out just right most of the time.

Examples-

- Sarah's rant about skinny jeans (and the blessed return of flares) on her blog.  I pretty much want to copy paste the whole thing here because she said everything right on.

- Brittany said I can be BFF with Tim Gunn and she's ok with that.

- Lastly, the one that inspired this post.  I was talking about how stressed I would be if I got a teaching job with less than a week until school starts.  Niccole's first question, "Is this going to affect my football season?  I mean, like, you'll be stressed and stuff."  Then she tried to cover up that her concern over the massive amounts of stress would be the functionality of our football seating group and attendance.  Little did she know that things like that are exactly why I like her.

On a totally unrelated note, I keep thinking of things to blog, but they're frequently Harry Potter related and I'm trying not to overwhelm you.

Watch This Now

Sarah posted this on my facebook wall.  It's amazing.  Watch it this moment (especially you Brittany), but warning: NSFW as the song "Forget You" by Cee-Lo is used and it's not the edited forget you version.  I love this so much.

Why I Should Never Go Home

I'm a momma's girl.  If you know me at all then this is no surprise to you.  I talk to my mother once a day at least and one time we were in a fight and I didn't call her for a week and I almost died.  My most favorite reason to go home is to see my momma.  I love the rest of my family too, but none so much as my momma.  We love to go shopping together and talk and watch dumb tv and everything.  It's great.  We have a grand old time.  Then the problem comes.  I've gone home and gotten all reattached to her and then all of a sudden I have to fly back across the country and I don't get to see her at all and I don't get any attention and it's hard.  It makes me sad and homesick.  HELLO, I AM AN ADULT! I HAVE A REAL JOB AND SOON WILL BE PAYING ALL MY OWN BILLS AND I GET HOMESICK FOR MY MOM.  This is really kind of embarrassing and unacceptable, but I don't know how to fix it except for just not go home or something which is just not an option.