Transition.

Currently there is a whole bunch of transition going on in this world. Specifically mine.
Pre-birthday I spent a lot of time contemplating my impending 25th year old life and what that meant.
So far I have made some major transitions. I moved out on my own (which has been such a learning experience). I have also decided to officially change my major from psychology to history (my first love) and work towards obtaining my teaching credentials.
 Lately I have felt another possible wave of learning about to take place. I feel myself growing even more into an adult. I watch myself make adult choices everyday (even simply in making it to work). I was so afraid of growing up and being 25. Reflecting thus far I am really proud of myself. I get so proud of myself when I have the patience to sit down with one of my "kids" and really teach them. Its so rewarding. I am so blessed in that I have a job I, mostly, like. I have never pushed myself so hard to better myself.

I am really struggling in ballet. I am intermediate right now and so determined to excel. Its especially hard for me with my scoliosis, bad knees and screwed up hips. Right now my turn out doesn't want to...well turn out and my back wants to roll in as opposed to staying flat. Its so frustrating!
I have procrastinated my math to oblivion. But I will make it.

This weekend some really exciting things are going on. This will be the third year in a row I will miss the Hardly Strictly Blue Grass Festival. I'm ok with that, I will be spending time with some really important people. I am really excited to transition into fall and some cooler weather. I have been spending a lot of time with my friends and family and more importantly myself. I am on a "boy-cott" and I usually really enjoy doing this from time to time. I hate pictureless posts, so here you go:

Went to the "premier" party at Jimmy, Lesley, and Kathy's place for "Sharktapus"

Doing scared hands as the "Shartopus" attacks

Got my first flat during Jimmy and I's ride last Saturday. Was not stoked.

Establishing a new kind of "child labor" in making Raybeez proof read/ write my W. Civ papers.

Finally. The Birthday Post (Image Heavy!)

Ok. I finally am getting around to posting these. My birthday was a complete roller coaster. Thinking about it now I couldn't have expected anything different. My birthday has been just such since September 11th of 2001-- my sweet 16. My aunt and cousin put on the most fabulous dinner ever! Jimmy and I rode our bikes down earlier in the day and put some pork ribs in the oven. On the trip down I ran over a snake with my bike and almost fainted!

I love these pictures of my mom and I dancing

Drink in hand I finally started to relax and enjoy the day. I got some really great presents. Spent some time with some of the most special and favorite people I know on the planet. If it weren't for the craziest Second Saturday (close to 20,000 people and a shooting resulting in 2 deaths downtown) back in Sacramento I would say everything would have been perfect.

Beating Jimmy with my birthday wand.

Being an all around birthday princess

Wearing the amazing jacket my cousin picked out for me

We got the best goofy glasses in our party favor bags!

Favorite girl on the planet, my cousin Avalon.

Baba chuggin, aunt wranglin, and me mesmerized by the cake!

Chugging a delicious Mee style gin and tonic.

Best birthday cake ever.

Second year in a row with this cake and still amazing. Go Freeport Bakery!!

My mom and Baba

PS. Did I mention I LOVED my dress and hair that day? I added some high lights and she braided my bangs. I really need to wear that dress more.

My New Place

My roomie did a pretty great job at giving a "tour" of our place on her blog. So I thought I would share it with ya'll. Go check it out. My room is the one with the fancy quilt and "C" "M" on the cork board.
I will also do a birthday update soon.

So Much Going On.

With moving, school and work I have severely neglected my little blog. I have a small collection of random images from the past week or so. I am redunkulously broke this month thanks to the total of moving costs. Work has been more rocky lately then school (shocker!). I love that I can ride my bike more than drive. However, I am terrified to get my bike stolen. My bike was inherited by my grandpa. Dida (grandpa) was an avid cyclist. He rode double digit miles as often as he could until he physically couldn't. Then died. The bike has a few thousand in it. I have been assured by cyclist friends its only a matter of time till my bike gets stolen (regardless of the lock). I may have to spring for some beater bike I don't care about. So sad how the world is sometimes.

On a lighter note here are some pictures from life the past few weeks:

Between Rose and I we had a total of 6 Mac and Cheese boxes. Ahh poor college kid life.

Chalk It Up! My friend Jimmy shocking the hell out of passer by's.

Raybeez freaking out in the car on the day I moved him over.

A lovely care package via my newly discovered BFF and pen pal Christina

Check out her blog!

Now I must go and put together our new TV stand thanks to Rose's mama. Believe it or not I actually enjoy the challenge Ikea products put forth. Happy labor day all!