tuesdays are for ramblings.

My Tuesday mind ramblings… welcome to the craziness that is my brain.

It’s especially scrambled on Tuesdays.

College has made me domestic.

It’s odd. At home, I would die putting the dishes away. But now, I do the dishes sometimes three times a day.

 I clean. I cook.

I grocery shop. I do laundry.

 Martha better watch out because the brownies I just took out of the oven are quite probably prize winners. I’m even going to make them festive and frost them with orange frosting, and sprinkled with Halloween sprinkles, because it’s fall time. It doesn’t look like fall here; the colors don’t change like they do at home. I miss that.

I miss coat weather.

I didn’t bring my favorite pink scarf that Quinci loves because I tried to hide it in Quinci’s college things.

I’m quite possibly living with Quinci next year.

I’ve never wanted Hunter rain boots as much as I have this week

The conclusion to my confusing college life. I am switching schools but I’m going to finish what I started. I will be registering next semester here, I will complete my freshman year in the sunshine. I (hopefully) start my sophomore year, in the fall, in the snow of another state. Fingers crossed. I can finish my application in a few days. I’ll keep you posted.

I came to realize a few things today.

One. I didn’t get the ambassador scholarship because I’m not meant to complete four years here.

Two. I have respect for beauty pageant contestants. Especially ones who sew a skirt for their talent, while wearing a Mumu.     

Three. Sometimes you have to let the past be. Just because you don’t have something better right now doesn’t mean you won’t have something better soon. You have to let it go and move on. The past is the past for a reason. It’s not worth the present or the damage to your phone.

Four. One day, I will do my hair AND makeup on the same day. (matching clothes on the other hand…)

Five. I live off string cheese and blueberry pop-tarts. No joke.

Six. I’m blog-shy recently.

Seven. I think I have a group of roommates or friends that blog-stalk me together. Hey guys. I think we should be friends too.

Eight. I went to institute today. Quinci told me she felt like it was her child’s first day of school. My rebel-ish days are ovveerrr, I need to get ready to be a cougar!

Nine. I love my mom. I love my dad.

Ten. Take it from me, make your mistakes, sit on the floor and cry, eat like crazy, getting lost is hard. But when you finally figure things out it’s the greatest feeling ever when you suddenly know for a fact that you are making the right decision.

Okay. I’m done now. I’ve got midterms to study for and manly eyebrows to hack.

What are your Tuesday ramblings?