Monday...

So, update.

Portland and Seattle are out--Seattle because it is really expensive and Portland because it apparently has the highest rate of sex trafficking (per my mother's knowledge). Quite frankly, I just want to go summer where the summers aren't so stinking hot and uncomfortable. And if the place has a large scope for the imagination, all the better, really. 
Furthermore, though I love being surrounded by so many members of my church the pressure to either be married or go on a mission is getting stiflingly unbearable. My father continues to tell me not to worry about marriage but it is a little difficult when everywhere you go there are wedding announcements and Bridal Magazines for the perusal. It will be nice to breathe some fresh air where people aren't so concerned about my marital status or whether I am worthy to serve the Lord. 

Moving onward--this week will be my first full week of work for both jobs. I am most grateful that my second shift, custodial, is so mindless but at the same time it gives me a lot of quiet time, thinking to myself. Now that some developments in my life have gone kaput, hopefully I will be able to turn this thinking to something useful. Perhaps I should carry a notepad and pen in my back pocket and think up ideas for novels? 
The ride home is incredibly thrilling though, I must say. After clearing campus, there is a hill that I ride my bike down and, when timed correctly, I have a green light at the one stoplight and I pretty much roll all the way to the courtyard of my apartment complex. Makes for a quick and easy journey after what will start to seem like rather long days at work. 
So, I think I mentioned this, but I bruised my ankle playing badminton a couple weeks ago now and I think the swelling is finally going down. Why? Oh, I might have actually taken time after work the last couple days to elevate and ice it. It is still definitely bruised (which I discover quite frequently at my custodial job, where I have accumulated more bruises on my legs than I care to count) but at least it doesn't inhibit my work. 

I am thinking about weeding out some of my possessions--especially those of a clothing and accessory nature. I mean, let's face it, I really don't use half of what I have and I am pretty sure it is the pack rat mentality that keeps me saying, "But what if that's exactly what I need for this specific occasion?" Yeah. Another thing. I don't go to such occasions as would permit me to keep such belongings on the shelf. Really.
 I should probably also start systematically using my lotion. Somehow I have ended up with quite a few bottles of different smells, brands and such and it would make it a lot easier to move if I didn't have so much of one product, quite frankly. I think I will also have a bubble blowing party here pretty soon seeing as I have found myself in possession of three bottles of bubbles (I promise I didn't use any of my own money to purchase them). 
I think the one spot in my clothing selection that I actually use each item equally are my shoes. I guess it helps that I have church every week and thus have use for the different heels that I find myself to be in possession of. 
I could be a pretty classy dresser if work was a closer distance and I didn't finish off the night with custodial work. It is a crying shame, really. 

So, yes. This post has just been a lot of rambling on my part but there are simply times where one must ramble or give in to the stresses of the every day life that comes to pass because one is female. 
And although I cannot host it, I definitely want to suggest a girls-night-in where we watch some real tearjerker of a chick flick. Purge the tear ducts, you know? I think it is healthy to cry now and again but I am a firm believer that one shouldn't cry for the same reason three times in one week. So if one doesn't have tears left, one won't cry, right? Haha!
Such is the reasoning of Cassidy Ward. 

Happy Monday!