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I am up to my eyeballs in conduct. My sweet, little first years had themselves a bit TOO MUCH fun last weekend, and I'm paying for it now. I spent 6.5 hours of my work day today talking with 12 students about alcohol, marijuana, and the power of poor decision making. My voice is actually hoarse. Plus side, I got into a pretty sweet groove. Here's hoping the flow continues because I have about 6 more cases to get through tomorrow!

But guess who will be paying for once it's all done? THEY WILL!! I think you have to be, or have been, an RD to understand this, but there is nothing like handing down sanctions to students who were found responsible for policy violations! We don't throw the book at them (unless they really deserve it) but we definitely make them rethink their decision making. There is a gratifying aspect to it all, too. I mean, seeing that proverbial light-bulb go off can do wonders when you're barely through half your conduct appointments and someone just scheduled another one.

Ironically, I have jury duty next week. I guess it would be more ironic if I myself had a hearing, but, regardless, I thought it was odd timing. It's like the Court Gods are saying, "Here. Have more!"

Attraction: A Necessary Evil

Alright... Not all of the time but definitely recently. Plus side to this current situation is that I am noticing other people again (and flirting too). Down side, though, is that I can't act on it, hence the evil connotation. Attraction is fun. Attraction is exciting. But, let me tell you, it's a lot more fun when you're allowed to act on it! 

Why I am attracted to this individual exactly I am not so sure. I do love being around him and he is very good at making me laugh. He pays attention to me - probably more than he should - way more than he should actually. I will say that he is the antithesis of my last boyfriend, which I think is why I am so intrigued by this attraction to him. Save a couple of random items, he and Kelly are nothing alike. This is good, I know, but makes me wonder how this came to be exactly. 

Attraction is a funny thing and can often go as easily as it has come. Part of me wants this to do just that while the other half wants it to stick around. Our playful back-and-forth certainly makes my day-to-day more fun. But I can't help but think how poorly timed this attraction is right now. Aside from this guy, I've been flirting with the possibility of moving away after my job ends in June. This is mostly because in order to do this same job I'll have to move to another university; damn Idaho for not having more colleges within driving distance. Additionally, this fellow isn't single. Before you began worrying, realize I recognize this as the ultimate reason why I can't act on my attraction to him - or interact with him in an inappropriate way. I respect myself for one but his existing relationship too. I understand what it could mean for him, to have a girlfriend and still be showing interest in someone else. He's opened up to me about his relationship concerns but those are for him to figure out, not for me to influence. 

To make matters more complicated, this fellow works for me. Yes, I know..."It's not allowed." Blah, blah, blah.. Don't get me wrong. I respect this boundary, however I can't help but feel a little irritated that the one time I'm not the cat, I can't be the mouse. Frustrating! That said, I should just let the pieces fall as they may; everything happens for a reason, right?

One Down

I suck at blogging.

Ok, one down for January.

The Real Thing

Relationships, we all know, take work. A LOT of work. More than that, they take time, effort, trust, risk...the list goes on. I have spent much of the past three months wondering, much to my chagrin, what it was Kelly and I were doing those three years. I had an idea and he had an idea, only they did not so much culminate in the same brightly burning light bulb. I was trying it on for size, eventually hoping to buy it. He was trying it on for.......fun, eventually hoping to put it back on the shelf with as few wrinkles as possible. I can talk in metaphors all day long I've decided.

The best one, though, came to me tonight. I was on the phone with a friend and it hit me. My relationship, after some time, was much like being served Diet Coke after respectfully ordering the Real Thing. In drinking it you realize it tastes funny, a little weird and not like Coke, but you keep drinking it anyway, too afraid to send it back. I mean, it looks like Coke. You ordered Coke. Surely, it's Coke.

Little Ms. Sass-a-frass

This girl is pent up. I can't even begin to explain, but, essentially, I need to come into my own more, get out more, and go out more! It's all a bit irritating. That's not, though, the entire reason for my blog's title this time. While I am myself a bit sassy lately, I am more so referring to my new haircut.

I've had this appointment scheduled for about eight weeks; I'm one of the lucky ones that can go two months before the growth becomes unmanageable. Anyway, as the day drew closer, I was getting more contemplative about which style I would choose. I love long hair and haven't had it that way for about three years. My stylist, Camilla, did such an excellent job with the cut last time that I was leaning very closely to keeping the length and just having her trim the initial cut. As I drove to the appointment, though, I flirted more and more with the thought of a short style. All face shapes have a cut that best compliments them. Though I'm not entirely sure what mine is, I have always been of the belief that really short styles would look horrible on me, so I definitely wanted to make sure I avoided that! I've only ever really gone as short as my shoulder blades before, but, today, that just didn't seem short enough. I needed more of a change, more of a definitive look.

I arrived at DV8 Salon and waited for Camilla to wrap up her previous client. This was good as it gave me more time to solidify my choice of cut. I sit in her chair and rattle off the same speil: how I love long hair, that I want a change but nothing drastic...blah, blah, blah. She asked me if I was willing to cut it much shorter then talked me through a style she thought would look great on me. Her description sounded great and very doable for me as a daily hairstyle. After having flirted with the thought for a while and feeling rather feisty from my desire to make a change, I told her to do it! An hour later, I had nearly four inches on the floor and a hair length that sits just at my neck line (right above my collarbone). I am very pleased with it and am proud of myself for going short - well, shorter! She texturized it very well and left lots of layers in it. She also polished and lengthend the side-swept bang from my intial cut. As she put it, "it's so sassy!"

Ah..I'm feeling a little less pent up already. Here's to pulling off my sassy ass! :)

Blogging..for real!

The last time I attempted to blog was, what, a little over a year ago? That's so pathetic, seeing as I try to stick to what I start. I am, afterall, a very committed individual. That said, I am also easily distracted... Needless to say, I developed a medium-sized case of ADD while dating my last boyfriend. Nice, huh? I'll try to stay on task, though.

I was looking at my friends' blogs in hopes of finding some inspirational material. It started getting a bit bleek, mostly since a number of them have either given birth or are on their way. Extremely exciting, yes... Useful material for my blog? Not so much. While I hope to have a family one day, that day can't be now. I came across another friend's page. Like her amazing friendship, I knew I could count one this one. :)

Her most recent blog listed six things about her. While she was "tagged" and I am not, I'm gonna go with it anyway. She'd tag me anyway, despite her knowing the most about me!

1. I am waaaayyy OCD with my teeth. It's especially prevelant after I've eaten. While I am not too obvious with my need to check if there is something in them, I do carry a small mirror in my purse so I can sneak a peek. I try to wait until the end of the meal but if it's lasting too long, I gotta look.

2. I HATE ketchup and don't really like caramel. To some this is really weird (or so I've been told), but I'm sure there are others that can relate?? The ironic part is that I freakin' love tomatoes! Mmm...with a little sea salt or maybe on top of a yummy toasted bagel with cream cheese. I have always loved tomatoes, and even liked ketchup as a kid. Somewhere along the way, though, it just got disgusting. As for the caramel, it is just mostly too sweet. I make special exceptions for caramel apples. Werther's Originals, Rolos, caramel chocolates...ugh, no go! But, hey, more for you guys, right?!

3. Whispering freaks me out. It's more of a long (and personal) story but, essentially, I cringe when people whisper in my ear. Sometimes to torment me, people like to impersonate the heavy, breathy whispers from the Jason/Halloween theme song only they repeat my name while doing it. Yeah, they suck!

4. I am very easily distracted. I mentioned this above but it's freaking true. I used to not be like this either. Not that I hate it. I'm just far more multi-talented (and random) than before..lol. For example, in the time it has taken me to get to this number on my list (which isn't that long), I numbered the days on the next month on my calendar, called my mom and left a message, and read my mail. WTF?! I also have a tendency to take on numerous tasks at once then make them all #1.

5. I've had a guitar for 16 years and have never learned how to play it. I know, it's horrible. It wasn't intentional, though. I am really looking to learn now. I have a deep appreciation for music and love to sing. To play it would be even better, so here's hoping!

6. I swear like a sailor! I must say, though, I have excellent delivery. People are far more humored than offended (I do know time and place). God love growing up in the Marines. Semper Fi!