Garfield's Enemy

Monday appears to have survived another weekend, unfortunately. Honestly, you'd think one of these days it would just die out.
It's been a typical Monday for me. Strange things always seem to go wrong on Mondays. For example- I decided to cut through the mulch to get to the next building and a piece of it jutted straight through my cute sandals and into my toe. Do normal people have these problems? A piece of mulch, really? It was stuck in there so bad I couldn't pull it out and had to get a large male friend of mine to wrestle it out with a pen so I could continue walking to class! Monday's got some fight in her, I tell ya.

But I shouldn't complain too much, as a friend of mine has just sent a link for something AMAZING that I'll share with you: Chocolate chip cookie dough cupcakes.
Was your mind just blown? Yeah, I thought so.
Click here for awesome deliciousness
We're going to be trying cake mix instead of making that part from scratch, to add to the laziness of it all. I'll let you know how it goes!

I'm going to share something else with you. It was an assignment from one of my cinema professors. She had us write a paper on what from our past we thought influenced us to be the creative mind that we are today. Now, it took me a second because I don't consider everything that I do to really be creative, but a lot of everyday life takes creativity. Just as a Monday-meditation, take a deep breath away from your hectic schedule to dwell on what childhood habit makes you pick your bedroom colors this way, or tells you to make jokes that way. Perhaps it's the way you decorate your journal or how you scrapbook your prom pictures. In whatever art form you participate in, allow your mind to wonder until it finds the source of that inspiration so today you can fully appreciate those childhood moments.

...then go make cookie-dough-filled cupcakes.

Curl Gurl, out!

No TEAsing!

Well, I'd been doing okay for a while, but today I have a cold. That kind of "gross, I wish that kid was sniffling here next to me" cold. The elephant-nose cold, sounds included. I feel terrible for the people in my classes.

So, I had to go over to the dark side: Tea. My coffee-bean-brain is so confused right now. But a cold calls for tea. It is terrible to be sitting so close to the counter where they call out the orders, though.

"White mocha for Ashlyn?"
"Iced latte for Chris!"
"Carmel machiato for Tina!"
"...Red tea for Curl Gurl?"
Ugh.

The thing is, I don't even like red tea. If I'm going to have tea, I want it either cold & brown with tons of sugar (I'm from the South- it's what we do) or yellow/green with tons of sugar. But that's not what I got today. Why?

Because I'm trying to trick my body into thinking we're at home from school and my mom is taking care of me. Sad? A little bit. But it just might work!

When I was younger, I didn't know too much about tea. Whenever I got sick, Mom would bring me a burn-your-tounge-hot cup of red tea with honey in it. I don't like red tea. I think it's evil and it dries my throat out. The smell gets me every time because I know what comes after it- the taste. However, I was being taken care of so I accepted the offered cup and drank it. After a few cups of these red devils, I felt better! Either red tea works, or my mother's honey was magic. Later I learned I could you know... ask for a different flavor of tea, something yummy like peppermint. However, my tongue, nose, and throat still remember those red, honeyed days lying on the couch and watching the same movie over and over again until I fell asleep. So I'll sip my red tea, hoping my body says: 

"HOLY CRAP, THAT RED STUFF IS BACK. Get well quickly so she won't feed us anymore! All T-cells on deck! Scrub those germs, disinfect those nasal passages- GO GO GO!"

Hope your days are less sniffly than mine!

Curl Gurl, out!