OK, are you ready for some pictures? I think you're ready for some pictures. Here we go. This is what my week was like:
It started off with a bridal shower for an old friend of mine. There was much rushing and last minute gift finding and surprise! snow. That's her in the tiara. *Stress Level: 3
And then God said "let there be midterms" and there were midterms and he was well pleased, but I was panicking. So many things went wrong. No picture for this. Just no. But we can have a moment of silence (which apparently translates into a spot of blankness).
Stress Level: 10
After midterms I was still reeling because I have an online class that I didn't have access to in the first couple months of the semester and now have to do all of the work in a month. And not to mention finding an internship before the deadlines run out. Stress Lever: 10+
And then there was Thursday. Started off pleasant with talking to a guy I'd met at a bar on a previous occasion. Then moved onto my Economic Society Meeting which is great networking, but discouraging because it's economics. Just thank goodness our government can print its own money.
The meeting however made me late for my week-long dinner plans for my friends birthday, but she forgave me because she's a peach. Her birthday didn't exist this year (leap year) so she's technically 5 years old, but she's actually 23. We went to Cold Stone after dinner and apparently you get to mix your own ice cream if it's your birthday! It was kind of the coolest thing ever. Stress Level: 1
Saturday was a lot of sleeping. Still jet lagged from midterms. Sunday was Moda. Moda is a charity fashion show held by the Southern Arizona Aids Foundation. I go to it every year because my mother is on the board. The kind of Nerdfighter I am is the world-suck alleviating kind. Charities, I've done them. It's always a lot of fun and some of the stories are heartbreaking. HIV and AIDS in the US has not decreased over time. There is still a steady number of cases and there is still a stigma against it. The fashion show is really great fun with lots of skin, crazy hair, drag queens, and a fashion contest. The bottom picture is the contest. Stress Level: 2 (for fabulosity)
Now I get to the part of the post where I tell you why I told you about my mundane life life this past week (and it's not just so that I could practice posting pictures ). It was tough getting through those high stress times, but I made it through them with not a single break down. Was it strong character? Was it apathy? Was I completely prepared for everything coming at me? It was none of those. It was, on that Sunday of my friend's bridal shower, that I received a box of Reese's Pieces as a prize for a game. I ate my spoils gleefully. As I worried about the oncoming week of stress I looked at my trash bin and saw this:
That was it. A trivial note that someone wrote to fit with the theme of a soon to be bride. It may or may not have been the ancient wisdom passed down to trash bins through the ages. All that matters, though, is that it was exactly what I needed to hear. So that stupid little box of candy is my favorite thing this week. Timing really is everything. The rest of you seemed busy and a little out of it yourselves last week. So DFTBA and Don't Fall to Pieces.
*Stress Level is set to a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the highest level of stress and 1 being the lowest.
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