February is at an end

This is the last post for February!
It's like a hurricane outside to set the atmosphere for this writing. Stormy dark clouds and all.
I quit my job at snowbowl! and got a new job at parking and shuttle services!
Much happier. I also have been keeping up with sending family cards for birthday as my aunt and cousins was just last week.

Zucchini bread from scratch!

For this week, baking makes me happy. Even if I'm not very good at it, making food and seeing the results makes me happy.

I made devils food cake from scratch

eh they're not all winners

!So far I can successfully make Zucchini bread, cookies, pot roast, green bean casserole and sorta devils food cake. I like being able to take all the small ingredients and create something. And I just like eating. :D

Plants!

Batman and Robin (Batman is the straight one)

I love plants.
As weird as that sounds I want my apartment full of beautiful, colorful plants.
So we went to IKEA and I got bamboo plants!

IKEA, full of adventure

Big bamboo

 I think I like plants because it's bringing the outdoors in. I really like being outside and get cabin fever easily. I also like them because they're my version of pets just a wee bit more expendable. See when my last hamster died I cried for 5 hours straight. Not like tears rolling down my face gently cried, like hyperventilating, face in pillow, gross sobs cried. Over a hamster. Soooo plants are much safer. Yes, if they die I might shed a tear but nothing as bad as that. I currently have the little bamboo above, and the potted daffodils below and some roses from Valentines day in my room. Makes the atmosphere even better. Although that picture of the daffodils is nothing like what they look like now... they are monsters. And getting a new pot this week.
I think I want one more potted plant and then I'll be good... or my room will start turning into a jungle. Also asking for the tree picture Seth and I are in for Christmas.
plants :D

Daffodils are always on this window sill.

home is where the heart is

7/52

It's the seventh week!
Let it go down as the worst week in my history... or top ten cause getting my wisdom teeth out was pretty bad.
This weekend we had roommate game night! Which from what I want to remember was pretty fun.
What makes me happy is my roommates. I really enjoy living with them and all the personalities in this apartment. Besides the first-ish roommates the rest of them have been nightmares.

Roommate night 2012

sometimes you just need to ride the rollarcoaster

 I like living with them and the various random things that go down. Later in life Brittany and I have to make kites and I think we were all supposed to play with sidewalk chalk...
They have a lot to put up with... like me crying behind locked doors among other things and I am very grateful they haven't voted me off the island just yet.

partyyy... when we had too much cake around

Roommates make me happy, they make me like being home :)

February

Hello February.
I was thinking about how my weekends aren't usually good thus making something to blog about hard by the time it comes down to it.
I know I'm not doing very well at this...sorry.

This week something that makes me happy is when people think about me.
Sounds awfully selfish now that I read that.
I feel I've been working so hard to keep friendships and talk to people where if I didn't go out of my way I probably would never hear from anyone ever.
I've actually tested this, anytime an old friend has posted something distressing I have asked if she's okay and if she wants to talk about it and then it's over. Never "how have you been? Remember when we were best friends?"
Sorry, I'm a bit bitter.
SO
 when I actually get a text that says "hi" that makes me happy, shit a "thinking about you would make my day". I feel I need to hire a counselor just to have someone to talk to and hang out with.

I didn't have a picture so I butchered one up on paint.

Not being invisible to someone makes me happy. I know this sounds dreary and pathetic.
Mattering to someone makes me happy, and to my surprise according to spell check it is a word. It's not just me talking, someone needing me or thinking of me to talk through their life or whatever is nice. Gives a person worth.