cloud watching

hello, lovelies.

yesterday was amazing.

i was the happiest i have been for quite a while

- happy, not just content.

i got that feeling you get when you're just laying there in the grass next to your best friend, simply asking stupid questions and watching the clouds as they roll by, having a real and true lazy sunday.

i swear, i still haven't been able to wipe the smile off of my face.

it doesn't take a lot to make me scarily happy.

a hug that makes you feel like nothing can go wrong, at least while you're still in it;

a few good hours of writing;

finding out that your friend absolutely loves the cd you gave him for christmas, even though you were super skeptical about it;

being able to sit and talk for hours about nothing in particular;

somebody knowing the exact words to say, right when you need them...

sweets is really good at that last one. at least, with me he is.

he knows i'll probably be going back to a school i don't like this year, and he says he's going to try and make it better for me, by trying to make it so that we can hang out more, just to make me happier...

he gets his license in january or february, so it'll be a little easier after that...

he's a good "older brother", even if i do have to remind myself sometimes that that is what he is to me.

tomorrow is going to be amazing as well - i finally get to go to my john mayer concert!!!!! it's here it's here it's finally here!!!!

so, por favor, do not knock me down off of this happy cloud i happen to be sitting on.

xoxo,

rissa

just call me cinderella

hello, lovies.

so, a couple of days ago (as in tuesday) i got my cat back.

it's a long and difficult story to explain, so i'll give you the short of it.

when my mom and i moved out of my stepdad's house a couple of years ago, we left our cat (which we had only had for about a year or so - we found her as a kitten, and she was a stray) at his place so it would be easier to sell our house.

plus it gave him company.

NOW we are trying to sell his house and he is moving back in with us (*facepalm*), so the cat got brought back here.

this cat has tried to murder me before. i'm not kidding. i can't make that kind of shit up.

but, since she's back, i've been having to clean. a lot. because i happen to have allergic asthma and am allergic to freaking cats!

makes a bunch of sense, don't it?

so, i've been vacuuming, dusting, doing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning cleaning cleaning.

my room is even clean.

that never happens. ever.

in other news...

i actually lost a pound and a half this week. i know, random, but i was on the wii fit earlier and felt like sharing. mom kept calling me a skinny bitch this week, and i wanted to find out why... though one pound doesn't make that much of a difference...

and my mom calling me a skinny bitch in context actually sounds really bad.

(she was teasing me when we bought me clothes because it looked like i didn't have a tummy. and when she calls somebody a bitch, she means it as a compliment. unless she's calling the cat a bitch... then it's because the cat bit her.)

i *might* be getting a job at the goodwill they plan on opening up in my town.

i'd actually enjoy working at a goodwill more than any fast food place, and i need to get a job for more spending money. i'm thinking of checking out books'n'more as well.

monday, mom and i are going to visit the enrollment offices at the two schools that i might actually want to go to - the district i'm in is a last resort. we're hoping that the best district in the county will let me in because i was in virtual schooling last year, even though one of my old bffs tried to enroll there and the class was full.

aaaand next tuesday.....

i get to see john mayer and train in concert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*squees*

i am SO looking forward to that concert. it will be worth not getting a birthday present from dad or judy this year.

it's john. fucking. mayer.

THIS guy:

room for squares was my first cd. EVER. i was five or six when i got it. i have been a fan of his for just. that. long.

i know that most media portrays him as an arrogant asshat, but honestly, one of the songs on his first album shows that he knows that he runs his mouth.

it was aptly named my stupid mouth.

i basically don't listen to him unless he has a guitar in his hands. even if he isn't playing it, some of his little monologues from recorded concerts (try tracing from the live as/is album in either '04 or '05, and my stupid mouth [i think] from any given thursday) are so freaking amazingly true, it's hard to believe it's the same guy.

and the freaking lyrics!

*ded*

am i going to make you listen to me swoon over the awesomeness that is j.c.mayer anymore?

no.

i will keep that in my head so i don't have to put you through that torture ;)

fare thee well!

xoxo,

rissa

Confessions...

the lovely annie at my sweet old etcetera does a confession posting every week.

i am always wanting to figure out one to post of my own, but haven't been able to come up with anything until this week, where she did one with a "love & marriage" theme.

i have always wanted two kids and a husband. the boy will be older than the girl by about two years, and we will all live in a house with a chocolate lab and a wrought iron fence... at least it wasn't white picket ;)

though i want kids and a husband, i do not want them until i have established the rest of my life. i want to have a job, afford a decent home for my children, and set the foundation with the guy i love before kids come around. both of my half-sisters got pregnant when they were teenagers, as was one of my stepsisters, and i've seen the aftermath.

i honestly do not want to be a stay-at-home mom. i am always grateful that my mom decided to be one, but i don't think i could be happy without a job and routine. unless i write a novel that gets published and i get another book deal with the publisher and my husband has a good job... no stay at home mommy for rissa.

for my sophomore year, i plan on making myself a lonely hearts club style pact. if you haven't read "the lonely hearts club" by elizabeth eulberg, you should. basically, this pact swears off those cruel, heart-breaking guys - not completely, but it really swears off the girl many of us tend to become when we have a crush on a guy. this year i'm staying true to myself, and not changing because i think it will make a guy like me.

when somebody proposes to be someday, i don't want it to be too dramatic or too cheesy. honestly, i'd want him to come to my house or apartment or wherever i'm living for dinner with a white rose and a blackberry lily held together by the ring. the gesture is there, but it's still simple.

i have never wanted my wedding in a church. i've always imagined it to be on a beach or in a meadow.

i have always wanted to wear my grandmother's wedding dress when i get married. though i never got to meet her, she and i could have been twins, both personality and looks wise. plus, though she and my grandfather had many issues, i know they loved each other with all of their hearts, just by the way grandpa spoke of her.

though i do not think chivalry is dead, i do think that every once and a while, the girl should pay. for one thing, when the guy pays all the time for me, it makes me feel like they think i am not competent enough to do anything for myself - though i know that i am competent and that they don't think that.

every guy that i've ever "dated" has been really sweet, and i'm still friends with all of them, even if we don't talk that much.

though i am a total hopeless romantic, i am also a true cynic about love. i've never really truly seen it (romantically) in real life, so i have my doubts that it exists.

ok, i swear, this is my last post of the night.

questions? comments?

xoxo,

rissa