Your average Monday

 Today I did a whole lot of nothing.

Really though, nothing to report.

I wanted to stay in to avoid the paparazzi for a day.

I hope that made me sound as cool as I thought it would.

So I have realized that it's been a while since I've done a Mortifying Monday post. 

It's not intentional, I promise. It just seems like I never have time to post on Mondays. 

Poor time management is to blame.

But I refuse to let you down any longer!

Mortifying Monday

When I'm at the blazer game and this guy in front of me is yelling so obnoxiously (and doing rave dances) that his girlfriend refuses to turn around and show her face in fear of being associated with him. When no one has walked into the store while I'm working for a half hour and the second I take a huge bite of my Subway sandwich, someone walks in. Try saying hello without looking disgusting, showing them the food in your mouth, or spraying crumbs everywhere. The dress Oprah wore at the Oscars. They say the camera adds ten pounds and I think it all went to her ta-tas. When you realize that wearing backpacks tends to hike up your skirts and wondering when/for how long people have been able to see your butt. Running from your car into the mall because it's pouring down rain. It's not until you get into a store with a mirror that you realize your mascara is all over your face. Coooool. Realizing there is no toilet paper in a public bathroom when it's too late. Oh, and this picture:

I'm just not sure why I did that.

I hope your Monday was not so mortifying

:)

Creepy Carousel

Today I called the people renting the house that I fell in love with and found out it is already taken. Tear.

I was a little lot heartbroken. 

BUT, I have high hopes we will find a better place. 

So, instead we just went to Red Robin and took a load off.

Only problem was there was this scary carousel horse staring my down the whole time.

Oh, and in case you forgot what my cute boyfriend looks like...

So I'm going to give you the next ten of my Olive Facts!

I know you have been wondering what they are. Stressing out. Losing sleep. Well wait no longer!

11. I hate it when people touch my toenails, their toenails, or talk about toenails.

12. I am in love with the smell when you blow out a match or candle.

13. I am 5'1" just a baby

14. I want to live in Hawaii and lay on the beach everyday. Forever. And Ever.

15. My stomach makes really loud noises at awkward times so I tell everyone there's a dinosaur in there.

16. I watch Teen Mom and Teen Mom 2. Sometimes I think I know what it's like to have kids just because I watch it so much. How embarrassing.

17. I also watch Storage Wars. Equally as embarrassing.

18. I have this love/hate relationship with exercise. 

19. I turn into the Hulk if I'm not fed regularly. True story. Happened today. Sorry Brock.

20. I played soccer for 8475845 years and half the time I was on a co-ed team. And I broke a guy's arm in a game.

Tell me about you!

House Hunting

BOY did I get my basketball fix this weekend.

I went with the boys to Portland to watch the Blazers and the Nuggets.

Probably the most amazing game I've ever seen. Overtime. Blazers won. 

Chalupas all 'round!

Plus this guy did the half-court shot contest. One-handed. LEFT-handed. No running start. He made it. I have no clue how.

Then today I went to the Oregon and Standford game. 

The Ducks lost. Nothing new there.

Why do I never look at the camera in these pictures? What am I looking at? Look at the camera, Olive! The camera!

It's been so fun just hanging out and doing stuff with my cute boyfriend.

Except he lost his voice and the poor guy sounds like he's 70 years old.

Our trip to Portland for the game was an eventful one.

Remember how I was going to go to Paul Mitchell?

Well, I know someone who goes there now. She gave me a tour and told me about how it would be the biggest mistake ever to go there.

Good lookin out!

So, needless to say, I won't be going there. Duh.

By the way, it was so amazing to get all the support from you guys! All your word of encouragement help me more then you know. 

Awww soo much love between me and you!

Most likely I will be staying in Eugene and going to school for now.

Which meeeeanns, Brock and I are looking at houses to rent tomorrow!

Whoooo!

I may or may not have bought a whole ton of furniture prematurely when we went to Portland yesterday.

What's it to ya?

I hope you all are prepared for me posting waaay too many pictures of our new place and my feeble attempt at decorating. 

Remind me to get a hammock like this:

Really though, it wouldn't fit into my vintage/eclectic theme, but that's okay, right?

Of course it is.

Any decorating ideas??

One-eighty

Okay, people.

I know I have been building up the suspense about having news to share with you.

I'm dramatic in that way.

Remember when I told you I didn't know what I was going to do with my life anymore here?

Well this has all sparked from me reflecting on my career choice.

I was planning on finishing up college with a degree in Social Work.

I thought I would be great at it because of my past and because I care so much.

Now I am beginning to realize that I would probably be bad at it because of those very same reasons.

It might be a little too emotional. Too personal. Too close to my heart.

SO, what to do?

I got this job at an awesome salon, right?

I have been in love with it. 

Marry me salon job? Pretty please?

I have been talking to people who work as hair stylists and etheticians, and they love their jobs.

I have always loved doing my hair and make-up, but I figured every girl does, right?

I never saw myself doing that as a career.

Until now.

I love working with people. I love talking and sharing. I love making people feel good. I love sharing life experiences and learning from others.

I thought that all those skills were directing me toward psychology and social work.

Because apparently being a Chatty Kathy isn't a real career. Who knew?

But since I got this job, I'm starting to think they could be better used elsewhere.

All this to say, tomorrow I have an interview at the Paul Mitchell Beauty School in Portland.

I'm going to see what it's all about, explore my new found passion, and see if the school is a fit for me.

Or if they want me. Please want me! 

I am soo nervous.

Not necessarily about the interview, but about this whole shift in my life.

I'm just going where the breeze takes me.

This breeze is blowing pretty hard and it's starting to seem like a hair-dryer.

So, now that the cat's out of the bag, any thoughts? Advice? Words of wisdom?

I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Ring-a-ling

Man, I'm cool.

For real, I am. It's official. 

You know why my coolness confidence went up?

Welp, I got an iPhone!

It is soooooo great. I'm giddy about it.

Imagine how a 12 year old would feel if they had Justin Bieber at their disposal. Yup, just like that.

I also got this great cover. Red Soxxxxxxxxxx!

I got a clear cover to keep it from scratching but the guy at the Mac store sold my some gypsy cover that played tricks on me. So, in other words, I need to go buy the more simple kind.

You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one who got some new hip technology. 

"Hip," is that what the kids say these days?

Brock got some awesome gifts from family for his birthday.

He kinda thinks he's a rapper with his Dre Beats headphones and new ipod. 

It's kinda adorable. 

But don't tell him I said that, I don't think he was going for "adorable."

I think he fell asleep during our photo shoot.

But anyway, we have been having a great time with our new goods.

Do you know any good apps? Games?

I hear Angry Birds has the addictive characteristics of crack cocaine.

And right now, I'm catching up on the latest episode of the Bachelor. Don't judge me.

Home-town dates, people. It's serious business.

I have some exciting things to tell you about soon!

Probably tomorrow. So stay tuned!

:)

Someone keyed my side

Sooooo, remember how I told you that yesterday was Brock's 21st birthday about 3835795769365 times??

Well, are you wondering what we did?

You should be. It should be killing you.

THE ANTICIPATION.

I could just tell you, but instead I will give you a little hint....

Okay, that was a big hint.

We got inked up, homes.

That's my best attempt at sounding gangster.

But all jokes aside, we really did get tattoos.

I don't know who's idea it was (it was mine) to get them, all I know is I forgot how much it hurt.

Needles in my ribs, people. IN MY RIBS.

It hurt so bad, but it was totally worth it. It still hurts right now, but it's just a subtle reminder of how hardcore I am. Want to know what we got?? You'll think we are crazy!

I got Brock's name on my butt.

just kidding :)

We did get matching tattoos though.

I know what you're thinking. 

"Oh my gawwwwwwd why would you do that??" "What if you break up?" "Don't you know that is a horrible idea???"

All I have to say is I have no regrets, and leave me and my awesome tattoo alone!

Take a looksie!

You can call me lil Wayne from now on, if you want.

21 years young

Brock's fiesta was a success!

We spent most of our time playing with his baby cousin Ellen because she is so cute and way more fun than getting drunk.

Really, she is a pumpkin.

 Ellen was sporting the fiesta 'staches and making everyone else wear them too. 

The girl knows how to get a party started.

Can you tell they share genes?

TODAY is Brock's real birthday

Yesterday was just the almost-birthday party.

Today is the real deal!

I can't believe he is 21 years old

He even looks more mature today.

I think I see signs of gray hair..... ;)

But really, he is such a great guy. I can't say it enough. 

He has made the past two years amazing for me and I'm so thankful to have him in my life.

Brockasaurus, I hope you are having the best birthday you could ever wish for. 

Also, you are cute.

Had to throw that in there because I can see you over at your laptop concentrating on putting songs on your ipod and it is so adorable.

You are my best friend in the world. Everyone loves you. Even my blog friends :)

Thanks for being you, my cute boyfriend!

21 candles just about burns the house down.

Bentley was pooped after a long night of partying. 

He has a rough life.

Have a great day, wonderful people!

¡Fiesta!

I just baked made some more no-bake cookies.

There is no baking involved, duh.

Remember when I made them before?

Well today I made them for Brock's 21st birthday fiesta tonight!

I say that in my best sports announcer voice.

Yup, he is officially allowed to get drunk.

We are all so proud.

But anyway, it should be a lot of fun. I think the whole city of Eugene might have been invited. 

You best believe I am going to go crazy.

I'm planning on blacking out and waking up in a leotard at Chucky Cheese.

OH, and I'm wearing my sombrero and mustache. No one can stop me. 

I'm going to channel my inner Snooki 

You know we all have one.

And remember Bentely?

Yeah he's going to get his party on too. 

Kinda like this guy.

Maybe I'll tweet a little somethin-somethin to ya'll later when the party is hoppin.

¡Nos vemos en queso Chucky!

Uhh.. wha?

I think I'm having a mid-life crisis

problem is I'm far from the middle of my life.

I just did the strangest thing that I'm not quite ready to reveal yet.

I have had so many plans always for what I'm going to do in my life and for my career.

Now, I have no clue.  

All of the sudden. Just like that.

I don't know what I'm doing.

My life could go one way. Or a completely different way.

Fork in the road, people.

So, I just have to pray. 

Try to figure out what God's plan for my life is.

And maybe get a little advice from Mr. Frost

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Sucker Punch

So, I was reading the paper the other day...

Totally started off this blog with a complete lie. I never read the paper. Maybe when I'm 75 years old and enjoy a cup o' jo.

So, I walked by the paper laying on the table the other day...

I was pulled in by this really big picture.

Am I 5 years old?? Yup.

It was a picture of the kids running in our local Truffle Shuffle.

How cute, right? Kids running in support of a good cause. Their parents are out doing the real race and it's a way to get the whole family involved. 

Little did I know, these things get kinda cut-throat.

Them kids don't take no guff.

If you saw the far right of the picture, you would know what I'm talking about.

Lucky for you I took a picture!

Stripped-shirt hyper kid straight clocked the red-head in the shark shirt.

That's just not right.

Funny thing is, no where in the paper did it acknowledge the fact that this was happening in the picture!

I guess this is the kind of journalism we get when living in Eugene, Oregon.

It's okay, I don't mind it too much.

Did you introduce yourself already? If not, you should!

And for now, I wish you a much better day then the red-head in the shark shirt.

Brief is life but love is long

Happy Valentines Day!!

I know, I know, it's not everyone's favorite holiday.

But, why not celebrate a day of love, even if you don't have a special someone?

I happen to love it. Duh, it's the only holiday where guys totally have to get girls stuff and girls totally don't have to get guys anything. I like to think of it as a second birthday.

Anyyyyway,

Brock got me some awesome presents. Including the flower and vase decoration I really wanted for my apartment. So I officially have my first decoration! Whoot! Plus it's just great because that means Brock listens to me when I babble on about things that I want in stores. 

Remember when I talked about the necklaces at Newtw!st? I totally did. Right here.  AND I put up a picture of this one. AND I love it. AND Brock got it for me

:)

I basically scored.

I made Brock some mac and cheese from scratch.

The man loves his mac and cheese.

He is so cute. And I love him. I wish I could tell you all the reasons why I love him but there just wouldn't be enough space and you would all puke from the cuteness of my sappy words. Just know that he means the world to me and I'm lucky to have him in my life.

I love you Mr. Ricka Ricka Rants! 

(Brock, in case you were confused)

 Here are a couple other things you might enjoy from the last couple days. 

I realized that I was being haunted by the devil.  

Not really, but you have to admit, all signs point to yes.

Exhibit A: My car milage.

Exhibit B: Brock was possessed. I didn't realize it until I took this picture.

So anyway, it's been interesting. 

I know I have been going on and on and on forever but I have to comment on the Grammy's real quick.

The best way I can sum it up is by a tweet that I read from Vinny off Jersey Shore:

"Cee-lo Green laid the egg that Lady Gaga came out of."

Yes, yes I think he did.

=

Hope you had wonderful V-day, friends!

♥

100 Olive Facts: the beginning.

Well, my friends, I was just thinking.

I don't know some of you. And you only know what I've told you.

So let's share a bit about ourselves, shall we?

I am going to start giving random facts about myself. I would LOVE it if you commented and gave me facts about you. Then before we know it, we'll all be best friends!
OR
If you want to do it yourself on your own blog, just pretty please put a link to mine on the post!

Feel free to share anything. This is a safe circle. What is said in the blog stays in the blog.

Here are my first ten facts:

1. I grew up out in the country. Ya'll come back now.

2. I thought I was a boy until I was in 7th grade. Okay, not literally, but if you saw pictures you would know what I'm sayin.

3. I have one older brother who is too smart for his own good. I hope he buys me a house one day.

4. I went to Disneyland probably 45 times in 2010.

5. I hate cheese. Hate. HATE.

6. I had a cat with a Hitler mustache.

7. If I were a boy my parents would have named me Hunter. I'd much much rather be Olive.

8. I have been dating my cute boyfriend for over two years.

9. I dance in the car way too much. People stare more when you're alone. 

10. I want to have three kids. Two boys, one girl. The boys will be older and beat the crap outta anyone who messes with my girl.

  

And here are some pictures of a younger Olive:

 Just a wee little baby.

Slightly older with a waaay cool sweater.

Always loved Taco Bell. Always will. 

 

Big balling in my tall-T playin football. Gangster, I know.

Tell me something awesome about you!

Hair woes

 Last night Brock and I went to Corvallis to visit our lovely friends.

I decided to curl my hair and dress up a little just for fun.

My friends TOLD me we were going to the Justin Bieber movie but they just took me to Wendy's.

What a sick, sick joke.

But we rented Dinner for Schmucks and I looove that movie.  

"People said to Van Gogh, 'You can't be a real artist, you only have one ear.' And what did he say? He said, 'I can't hear you.'"

But anyway, back to my hair.

I hardly ever curl my hair, because it never stays in. Ever.

It's like the volume is gone in an hour and it turns into flat, straight, strands of hair clumped together by the leftover hairspray.

Cute, right?

Does anyone else have problems styling their hair?

What do you do to make it better?

Speaking of hair, I want to do mine differently.

Like, everyday.

But I am not very good at it.

I think I would really benefit from being rich and having a hair stylist, but that's just me.

Joanna from A CUP OF JO seems to have it figured out:

She rocks the messy side pony.

I think if I did that people would think I just woke up.

What is your favorite way to style your hair?

Savages

I had an early wake up call this morning.

So basically, it wasn't the best idea for Brock and I to stay up late to watch movies and eat candy.

But we did.

We watched Buried with Ryan Reynolds. Have you even seen that?? You never see anything but the coffin, the.whole.time.

Kinda boring. No wonder he wanted to get out of there.

But, the whole point of this is the fact that I went to sleep at 1 in the morning.  
That's AM, people.

Then our alarm was set for six in the morning because Brock and I are savages and we were determined to get the best seats to Wicked. 

There may have been some elbows thrown, some people pushed...Whatever had to happen for those tickets.

We are seeing it April 27th in one of the best seats in the house.
SO excited :) Happy Birthday to me!

After sitting in line for over an hour, I think we earned them. 

Plus I got a bunch of Wicked-themed free stuff, including a poncho, an umbrella, some temporary tattoos which I'm totally making a tat sleeve out of when we go, donuts, free music, and a T-shirt.

Okay, so the donut wasn't Wicked themed but I still got it for free.

 So now, I'm kinda tuckered out.
I had some delicious pasta for lunch and I'm slipping into a food coma.

You know what would make today even better???

Sunshine, people.

via

Come, come, summertime.

Fashion blog?

What is going on here?

Is this turning into a fashion blog?

Did you become super trendy all of the sudden?

These are all questions you might be asking yourself. 

The answer is no. To all of them.  

Except the first one which is more rhetorical then anything.

I think Brock and I are just having too much fun doing morning photo shoots.

Today I worked all day and I have zero inspiration about what I should blog about today.

I'm sorry if my last few post have been all blah blah blahblahhhhhhh...

Oh, but I am wearing one of the clearance shirts I got at the Gap yesterday!

That doesn't sound as exciting as I hoped it might...even in my head.

In other news, Brock spilled the beans about my birthday present, so we are going to the box office tomorrow morning and getting tickets to Wicked!!!

We are getting there an hour before the boxes open so that we get awesome seats.

Because all the cool kids are seeing musicals these days.

If you want to be a cool kid, you should probably see it.

Except don't take our seats.

So anyway, I hope you don't hate me for being uninspired. 

Take this quote, which I have been thinking about today:

"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is You-er than You." 

-Dr. Seuss

Feather head

Haircut!

Yup, I got the haircut that I have been wanting and whining about for so long.

I.LOVE.IT.

Here's how it all went down...

I told Cassie who cut my hair. She's really cute too that I wanted bangs again. And I wanted my hair to be healthy. so goodbye split ends Otherwise, I trusted her. She gave me bangs and layers like I've never had before! I was always afraid of layers because I have had some baaaaad ones. 

But it was just what I wanted.

Take a looky!

 Um, in case you didn't notice, I got some more feathers too :)

 Brock took this, and I think he was proud that he caught that face, so I'm posting it just for him.  

You're welcome Brock.

Today Brock and I have just been hanging out. It's been a lot of fun.

I worked the last two days and it felt sooooo good to sleep in. Until twelve. Oops.

We went out to lunch and then to the mall. We shopped around and I got some amazing deals from the Gap. 40% off clearance? What the what!

And now we are just relaxing at home reading our magazines we got and blogging.

Brock got a rap magazine. My cute little gangster.

I will leave you with this picture of Brock pretending to eat Bentley's excess back skin, and Bentley is ignoring him.

Have a great day!