{I hate} Mondays; two words.

Women's Chorus.

The bane of my existence!

Don't get me wrong, these girls are all lovely.

I just don't like choir. Mostly I don't like singing with other sopranos. Diva, much?

Or interrupting my precious me time with concert.

I was about to lie and say "studying time," but I thought you all might scoff and roll your eyes at me.

It's the thought that counts, right?

The end!

{I hate} Mondays: Bye bye, Sven..

This is Sven.

We have been together for 4 years, and today was the day that I finally had to say goodbye to him. I was overly sad about it, and almost didn't want to give the guy my keys!

Sven has been such a good truck to me, through thick and thin he got me through the days.

I will always love and remember you, Sven!

And this is why I hate Mondays:

- My piano teacher picking on me all class long as I slowly died inside of note overload.

- My music theory teacher say "Well, we were going to add 20 points to the exam, but you 

don't really need it, do you?"

- Having to wait 3 and a half hours at school for my next class because Jake is a little ditcherbrain!

- Being "that girl" in the MU that sits at a 4 person table, when she is only one person.

- Seeing someone who irks me to no end in the MU! Awkward glare begins now.

- Saying goodbye to my beloved car.

How was your monday?

Super short post today. But don't worry, my weekend post will commence tomorrow. Because it was a great weekend. And I said so.

{I hate} Mondays; seeing red.

Hate:

- That Arizona pretends to be California by blowing wind through my hair and the palm trees. Hey Arizona, get a beach!

- My flip flop breaking at school and walking around like a zombie, one leg dragging behind me.

- Having a photographer at the music building ask me to move from the spot I'm in, because he could see me dancing to my iPod in the back of his pictures.

- Not being able to watch Harry Potter 7 in every single class for every minute of my day.

- That Jake is so much better at dying hair than I am.

- I also hate that I make faces like that.

- And that I still don't have my camera back from Nikon {but thank you Eva for being the best phone ever!}

Wanna know how my hair turned out?

Stay tuned!

*Eva = my HTC Evo.

{I hate} Mondays; birfdays!

{shirt: Abercrombie; skirt: Forever; belt: Ross; shoes: Charlotte; puppy: Ebay Classifieds}

Sirius, Blogtown. Blogtown, Sirius.

I'm so glad you guys have finally met!

So for those of you who don't know, it's my baby's birthday! He's one today.

Happy birthday, Sirius Black Lewis!

He's such a ham.

So this is why I hate Mondays:

- Every Monday, without fail, I have a migraine. Sometimes I still go to class and realize that it was a bad idea and my brain might explode. Sometimes I don't go and lay on the couch all day instead!

Much better plan.

- I procrastinate all my homework until Sunday night like a doofus, then stay up all night doing the assignments so that I don't fail out of college. My powerpoint was due at 5 PM today and I didn't have time to do it during the day. I get an email in the morning saying that the deadline is extended until tomorrow! Rude.

- My boyfriend plays games like this on the ASU campus, and carries around a Nerf gun all day.

- Looking like an elf in my pictures because when I was a child, I had the same love for headbands that I do now. It's true what mom says, "if you wear too many headbands, you will have elf ears."

- I want to shop! But shopping's for Saturdays.

How was your Monday?

Today was also one of my best friend, Vincent's, birthday! I just love breakfast for dinner, doughnut cakes, and my best friend Vincent!

Happy birthday Vinny!

{I hate} Mondays, all the way.

{please excuse the fact that I still don't have a real camera! shirt: H&M; belt: Forever; Skirt: Forever; Tights: Walmart (that's right!); boots: Store outside the MU}

I really hate Mondays:

- I woke up this morning thinking that was being a good student and that I'd go to all my classes and take great notes that all my professors would be proud of, when I realize that my dad took my truck...with all my school and work things in it. So I went to my first three classes, then had to drive all the way to my dad's work to get my stuff. I waited there in the parking lot of his work for 45 minutes until he finally came out, then had to rush all the way home to finish up my paperwork for work. I then had to run all the way over to the family's home to get my papers signed, then drive all the way to my work to drop them off! That's a lot of all the ways.

- I didn't work very much this month, which means I don't get paid very much this month, which means that I don't get to go shopping at all this month. FAIL.
- I felt like my theory teacher was speaking Mandarin Chinese today in class. I'll be lucky to "tong gou" that class.
{Yes, I looked up how to say "pass" on google because I'm that cool!}

- Skirt + wind. Don't think to hard on that one.

- Finding out that I'm staying in the apartment way longer than expected and can't buy my car. Boo.

- Having people tell me how cute my hair was today when I literally haven't washed my hair in like, 4 days. Then the look on their faces when I tell them that I haven't washed my hair in 4 days. They definitely didn't believe that I like to "let my hair soak up its natural oils."

- Today is the last day I'm going to be able to wear tights. Winter, you were fun while you lasted!

How horrible was your Monday?

Oh, and I also had a good night, where Katie, Jake and I had our own FHE since there wasn't one at single's ward, then Joey took us all out to Buffalo! So today wasn't all bad!

{I hate} Mondays

Per request, I'm starting a new theme!

Last week I posted a letter that I wrote to the "Music Gods" about how much I hate music theory. My friends asked me that day if I would write another one in history, but I really wanted to take notes (for reasons unknown).

But I promised them this week that I would write one!

Upon telling this to Katie, she proposed that I make Mondays my hate day. Luckily, I had already been thinking the same thing, because let's be honest, who likes Mondays?

So today I "conveniently" left my baby netbook, Rosita, at home, and this was the product of music history class:

I woke up this morning really early to get ready for piano, had pay to park on campus because Jake had to change someone's tire (rude!), went to piano and got a lot of homework, went to theory and found out I failz at life, then went to history and wrote this note.
After class I was so excited to leave that heckhole they call the school of music, when I walk up and find this on my car:

Funniest part?
 I actually thought it was real and they had run out of the computer paper they normally use.
FAIL.
But my boyfriend is cute, and made  my day way better by awarding me this ticket, and making me bacon and eggs for lunch. Then we cuddled for a while, while singing Rebecca Black's Friday. We're cute.
Now I'm off to FHE with Katie, then Yogurt{poop}land with Jake, Jeremy and Daria. I feel like I'm cheating on Yodipity, but I will sacrifice my love for Jeremy and Daria's last night in town.

Let me know how much you hate Mondays!

If music be the food of love;

play on.

I love music. And I love that I was fortunate enough to be selected for the music therapy program at Arizona State University. And I mostly love my career choice, music therapy.

But apparently, I hate music theory.
Because instead of taking notes in class today, I wrote an essay on how much I hate music theory.
Examples and all.

{I know what you're thinking, "I wish Brittany knew how to spell broccoli" well guess what, I hate it so much that I don't care if I spelled it wrong. It doesn't deserve for my pencil to write it's vile name, so I gave it an alias.}

FACEPALM.

I hope that you had a better first day back than I did!

*Quote by William Shakespeare.