What's new?

Again, I haven't posted for ever and ever. Here's whats happened since...
1. I actually completed a semester at real school, EIU.
2. Jordie left for the Army.
3. I was in the ICU over Christmas Break.
4. I got let go from Waldenbooks. And was pissed about it.
5. I got into a car wreck.
6. I got my heart broken on New Years.
7. I survived.
8. I found out my best friend doesn't have cancer.
9. Dale died.
10. I have started practicing and exploring Buddhism.
11. I have started to find myself through Buddhism.
12. I realized how lucky I am.
13. I have learned what it really means to miss someone.
14. I have learned what it feels like to let go of something.
15. I've learned to relax and redirect my stress and anxiety.
16. I have learned to trust again.
17. I've made a million new friends.
18. I made a trip to IKEA
19. I brought my "city" friends to see the vast hickesque of Olney.
20. I've learned that my stress reliever and relaxation activity isn't eating, it's cooking.

So I feel like I've accomplished alot. I have also picked up my reading and love every second of it. Concentrating on yourself doesn't always have to be selfish.

Above is a picture my mother took of me my first weekend of moving to school. Ignore my poor appearance.

Dream on.

I haven't posted in a long time. I haven't had much to post about. Here's an update;
I did, in fact, make it through the summer. I have been happily attending school in Charleston for about two months now. I have been to many parties, had many guests and I am still making decent grades. I can't complain.
I cannot believe this is my baby brother's senior year in high school, I can't believe my Jordie is leaving for the ARMY in 5 days, and I cannot believe how much I have grown since I moved here.
I got a call this morning from Walden Books in the Mattoon mall offering me the job I've been wanting. I started book 7 of the Pretty Little Liars series this morning. Glee is on tonight, as well as the new season of 16 and Pregnant. I can't complain.

Reasons why I am wishing my summer away.

1.) The pool is slowly but surely killing me. I (literally) sweat chlorine, my tan lines are bright enough to direct sky traffic, I am working all of the time, but somehow am still broke. My skin is so used to cold water, I can now actually take cold showers and enjoy them. Bras and underwear do not exist anymore. 99% of the time you see me, I am hiding a bathing suit under my clothes. It's a little like superman, but not near as cool. Or as flattering.

2.) I want to move out of my house. I love my parents and baby brother, but Lord help me. If all of us survive the summer, it will be a miracle. 20 years is a really long time to live with 3 other people.

3.) I want to move into my new house. I will be living with my friends. We have cute things to put in it. I've been collecting things for my house for 3 years now, and I'm ready to get it out of my closet. I want to be able to take naps. I want to spend time with my Foster Lee. I want to rest a little.

4.) KOL in STL is in 32 days. I. Cannot. Wait.

5.) Panama August 9-16. :D :D :D

So you may think I'm crazy for wishing my summer away, but I just want a freaking break. Indoors.

Above is a post-pool day Sierra. Disgusting.

The very second I decide something, I change my mind. Right as I give up, you come back. As soon as I finish, I'm craving it again. The moment I think I'm ok, you remind me that I'm not.

To not make a decision is to make a decision.

I love quote titles, obviously.

They're kind of my thing. Quotes, that is.

Let me start off with the new revelation. Boys are confusing. (so maybe this isn't so new, but it serves it's purpose every time I blog about it. Some girl, somewhere makes a point to tell me that I am not alone.)
Secondly, I hate when boys or friends make plans on the fly, cancel them on the fly, apologize, then make more plans to cancel. Then they don't understand why you are upset when they said they were sorry. Get your head out your ass and change your mistake as you're doing it. I don't want to be a control freak. I don't want to be the typical anal Taurus who doesn't like her plans being fucked with. But it's in the stars, and I just am. So please. If you care about me enough to make plans with me, don't even think about ditching me. I don't care if you forgot you had to help your grandmother, you have to do chores, or you just don't feel like answering your texts. Tauruses aren't gullible signs. Which makes me wonder why I believe your crap in the first place...moving on.

I went to Colorado last week for my cousin, Ian's graduation. It was pretty fun, you don't care about the details, however, so I won't go there.

I am currently going through a tv junkie phase and I cannot miss Glee, Parenthood, Modern Family or True Blood. Of course I am a psycho about these and will argue with you for days about how Glee is not "gay" and True Blood is nothing like Twilight. Which reminds me, Eclipse is premiering June 30!!!!

59 days until Kings of Leon Concert with Lindsey in STL!!!!

Above is a photo from my trip to Colorado.

Isn't it ironic?

The most ironic scenario in the world;

Sierra: Hey, I like you.
Boy(s): Really, ugly? Because I like your friend. Hook me up with her.

I have condensed this long drawn out process immensley, but, this is what always happens to me.

Really, life? REALLY?!

btw, I tally mark everytime this happnes, I'm on numero 7 for the year.

My precious Kyle has nothing to do with this, I just think this picture from my party last weekend is adorable :)

Birthday Extrordinare.

This weekend was my birthday celebration weekend. My friends surprised me by throwing me a party at the Gym Club, which was amazing. They have a foam pit, trampolines galore and other crap to jump and play on. I think almost everyone was injured in some way, but it was totally worth it. My favorite moment was watching my precious little brother jump from one trampoline to another and then shoot straight into the metal wall, then back to the other and faceplant rugburn his face. Needless to say, it was a very entertaining party. I had made some funfetti cupcakes for this bash, however, while I was at work, an army of ants decided they would take them over, and my Mamaw had to buy some. So we had cupcakes, cards galore, balloons, flowers, you name it. It was a wonderful party.
We then headed to El Cactus, which contrary to popular belief, IS BETTER THAN EL RANCH. Then off to my home to get dolled up, then to Sydni's, then we were off to Dougie's trailer for the bash.
The party party as we like to call it was a blast. Doug is a wonderful party host, and all of my closest friends were there. Well, almost. I ended the night by riding home with a carload of boys who actually let me listen to KOL the whole way. We took turns buckling each other in, stopped for a pee break on St. Marie and then crashed.

Amazing birthday!
Thanks to all who were involved, and if you weren't, your freaking loss.