Wednesday, September 14, 2011

busy, busy

have you ever had so much to do that you can't seem to start (or finish) any of it? yeah...

i am literally about to pull my hair out this semester! i just can't seem to get anywhere close to organized and when i'm not organized i can't do much. between papers, reading loads, and sub-par administration at my wonderful university, i'm going nuts. the good thing is that i can actually see SOMEWHAT of a light at the end of the tunnel. i'm telling you, i'm gonna need some serious prayers, coffee, and possibly nerve and/or adhd medication lol. and think of justin too...he comes home from work to a wife trying desperately (sometimes failing miserably) not to complain every second about school.

on a less whiney note: i recently upgraded to the world of the iPhone. i've never really cared that much about having the latest phone, etc, but for some reason when it came time to upgrade i decided to try it. i. love. it. i am totally hooked. one of my favorite things about it is that i have all my music right on it. i just plug it into my car and WALAH! i'm ready to go. i would definitely recommend it to anyone who loves to procrastinate like meee.

and another way i procrastinate on the weekends now is ...FOOTBALL. it is finally here! if i'm totally honest, it is the main reason fall is my favorite season. and because you can actually walk outside in south alabama and not melt. i love waking up to college gameday on espn. the last two weeks we've missed it though...opening weekend we went to tuscaloosa (rtr) and last weekend we were in auburn. and by the way, peeling is way worse than the sunburn. justin and i got reaaaaally burnt at that auburn game (nail biter). my perfect husband just tanned beautifully the next day. no big deal. i've been hurting for days and now my entire face is peeling off. no big deal.

later-
Andi

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