Yet another interview. Fml.

I feel like Nordstrom's is just fucking with me now. I applied originally to a sales position in the women's active department. When I arrived for my first interview they informed me the position had been filled but there was an opening in women's dresses. I interviews for that on Monday. Yesterday, Michelle from dresses called and said the position had been filled but would like to refer me to Lindsay in Men's Active. Wtf is wrong? Is it me? Why can't I get a job? I'm beginning to lose hope and it's only fucking Nordstrom's! I will be in a big hurry later today so I'm posting the pic that I took lat night; that's why I have no head- it was bedtime face with no makeup and ooogly hair. Enjoy! And stop wishing me luck I think its having adverse effects on my chances for employment :)

Vacationing in... Fernely Nevada.

Wow, a super exciting place to be!... NOT! But my mom does live here and that exciting enough for me. I retreated to the silver state to prepare for my final exams. I went christmas shopping yesterday with the madre and today I've been reading about South East Asia and also about aggregate supply and demand and the affects on the long and short run economy. Oohhh aren't you just so interested in my life! Be jelly, you know you are. I hope the study sessions will pay off come Tuesday and Friday!
Anymoo, the interview went just okay on Friday. I had to improvise a sale with the manager which was nothing but nerve racking and I slurred my words and didn't form compete sentences out of shear panic, but hopefully made enough of an impression to get a call back. I'm not getting my hopes up though. Here's what I wore:

The second outfit is what I wore to the first interview. Dress from Nordstroms Rack. This outfit is super comfy and I didn't feel out of my element.

HOLY abandoned blog!

5 months in the pit of writers black and Ive come back to life with thoughts worth writing down. I have not worked since August 17th and although the idea sounded fabulous at first, after having lived through 113 days with no job, the idea of working sounds more fabulous than ever. I have an interview on Friday (tomorrow) for Nordstroms... Wish me luck!

Moving on to the topic of shopping: I am an addict. I'm not sure if it is the spare time that I now have or all of the cute outfits I see on campus or my new love affair with @Pinterst, but I always want to buy clothes! Although I still feel that my money could be better spent, I also feel that if I'm doing something I like it shouldn't matter what it is?- Well unless of course its something totally grotesque, disturbing or illegal.... Anymoo, throughout my professional college career I have learned that by finding something you love to do will make it so that you are never truly working, instead you will be doing what you want and ultimately love. So at this point in my self-discovery I have accepted and am looking forward to a job in retail. I don't see it as stuck in a sales position either. I see it more as an opportunity to grow into a professional career that I not only love but also make money doing.

The following pictures are bad! I take them with my phone with horrible lighting and a foggy mirror but the point is to showcase the outfits Ive been experimenting with. Hopefully somebody (of my whopping 3 followers) with gain inspiration and be delighted to know the price and the convenience of where to get the pieces! And I DO NOT shop at JCrew or BeBe or any other ridiculously expensive stores either! This is the real deal for real people that do real things and therefore need real clothes for real prices! SO LADIES, put away your hooded sweatshirts and jeans and put some personality in your wardrobe!

Oh boy, this is a bad one! I took this at the end of a long day! And p.s. I love black.

The Breakdown:

Blue shirt: Kohls $12.99- depreciation = practically nothing.

Black stretchy pants and quite possibly the most comfortable pants EVER: Kohls $17.xx ( I had 20% off and $10 Kohls cash)

Black cardi: Target $19.99

Black boots: $34.99

Scarf: $? From an airport gift shop in Denver- it was a gift :)

Grey undershirt: Forever 21 $6.99-depreciation= nothing

Black Blazer: Charlotte Russe $29.99

Green Scarf: Kohls $18.00 (this was a splurge)

Jeans: American Eagle $34.00-depreciation= nothing (I have had them forever!)

Boots: Steve Madden $136. (Originally $169 but I had 20% off)

Birthday dinner outfit!

Lace Dress: Forever 21 $24.99

Black Blazer: Charlotte Russe $29.99

Shoes: JCPenny $48.99

Striped Shirt: Forever 21 $6.99

Red Jacket: Old Navy $Can't remember$

Black stretchy pants: Kohls $17.xx (with coupons)

Boots: DSW *** These boots deserve special attention because I got them for $45 and they were originally $100! First they were on sale 30% off, then I noticed the glue was coming off the tongue- so I asked the manager what they could do. It was my lucky day because he knocked an additional 30% off! AND I got $5 off for my birthday. Cha-ching!

And if anyone can offer some advice on how to format this blog so it looks nice and its not all spaced out and crazy I would appreciate it!

Never let your emotions overcome your intelligence...

Today, like yesterday and the 3 weeks before that, I do not understand my Economics homework. I'd like to blame it on the big words and academia talk that these college books like to express their teachings in. The shit is so difficult to understand sometimes I have to literally elaborate on every single word just to make a sentence make sense. Am I stupid? Or do I just not have patience? Hmmm?
So as I sit at home in tears because I cannot figure this shit out, I decide to write about my frustrations hoping that some sort of DING!! will go off in my head and I will suddenly understand it.
I have never been one to complain about why I have to take this economics class. In fact it irritates me when people say things like "Why do even have to take this? Im not going to be a freaking Economist?" Yeah, I take the damn class because thats what the college says to do and then just cry because I dont get it.
On the topic of college, I have opinions about real life and college. The whole purpose of this 4 year prison sentence is to gain a better job with better pay and better benefits. However, I am a firm believer that the most important things for a job will be learned and developed on the job. I hope I never have an interview where they may ask my for grades. My response will be "C's get degrees.
That's it. I put too much pressure on myself. I am sitting here trying so hard to be an A student when in reality I am just a B and C student. And I am coming around to the idea that it is okay. All those A students are overachievers anyway and have no real life experience. Yeah thats it.
I would much rather be working in a career where they pay me to think things out and understand them. I have little patience for this whole college thing. If I didnt like money so much I probably wouldn't go. I am a product of the now generation. Immediately isnt soon enough.
In closing, I will give myself a pep talk... You are an intelligent individual. You are capable of doing anything. Nobody by yourself is judging your abilities. A grade does not define you. . . . C's get degrees... :)

How to suck at asking for help

Today: Woke up on the right side of the bed at 5 am. Had my coffee, did my morning duties, brushed my teeth and off I went. Boom, at work by 6:15. Left at noon to travel to Butte. Had class from 12:30 to 2:30. Returned to work where I finally clocked out at 4:30. Busy.

I noticed this morning we had run out of coffee creamer AND the milk level would feed Bobby one more bowl of cereal. ** Side note: The man's cereal bowl is like a damn five gallon bucket. He probably gets 3 bowls out of one large box of cereal.** So back to my story... I call the man around 4 to ask for a little help with the grocery situation. He explains he is doing something so much more important that he simple cannot fathom the idea of going to the grocery store to pick up items that he would be just devastated without. Yep, that's what he said. Although I have homework, a test to study for that is tomorrow, I needed to register for classes, do some laundry, shit, shower and shave, fuck it. Ill just do it all.

FoodMaxx: Fuck this place. Its a shit whole. BUT after realizing that I probably could qualify for EBT I decide to shop here to save some money. While checking myself out without pay, I hear my phone ring. Well sorry phone you'll have to wait. I am loading: a gallon of milk, a watermelon, creamer and many other awkwardly shaped things right now. BUSY!

Outside: Its fucking hotter than a jock strap at football practice. I load the groceries and sit in the drivers seat and return the missed call.

"Hey, whataya doing?"

"Just loaded the groceries. Whats up?"

"Oh, I thought you wanted me to go?"

(I mumble some smart ass remark)

"Already done."

"Need help with anything else?"

"Can you pick up the kids (dogs) from the daycare (grandparents)?"
"... well..... I'm already over half way home"

WTF? Why the fuck did you call and ask me if I needed anything then?

At this point I just hang up. Its not even worth my time anymore.

How to suck at asking for help: Ask for help and expect a certain answer or expect results that you would like to see. I expected Bobby to just say 'okay sure, Ill drop what Im doing and go buy milk. That sounds like a blast!'

Who the shit do I think I am? The Queen or something? .... maybe... just a little :)

Love him <3

A few of my favorite things... and how to suck at buying mascara

Hair: The first thing I do to get ready is my hair. While damp I use Garnier Fructis Body Boost to give my hair some oompph. Blow dry upside down and BOOM, voluminous hair! It really only for your roots but I use it on the ends of my hair. It helps my curls stay better.
It'll run you about $4.

Face #1 & 2: I had a friend that did her make up before her hair and I thought she was absolutely crazy! If I did that my face would melt off. Usually I have to splash my face with cold water before putting on make up because Im so hot.

Moving on: Tinted moisturizer is my bestie. I feel naked without it. Ive actually been using it since I was 16! $6.24 at Wally World. Next, my later in life best friend is Benefits High Beam. It's a highlighter for your cheeks and a little brow bone. It looks like nail polish and you apply like nail polish...except on your face. Anywho, its great and gives you a glowing fresh look. This ones a bank breaker at $24 from department stores.

Face #3: Yeah I put a lot on my face. Okay, Revlon Skin Lights is my FAVORITE highlighter. And yes I use this in addition to the high beem BUT I use thin on my chest and shoulders. Again been using it since I was 16!
$4-8 (Did an internet search as I realistically dont know exactly how much I paid for this)

Last: Mascara. As you can see I have a problem with mascara. I buy and buy and buy, easily tricked by their promise to make your eyelashes so long you'll need a bobby pin to hold them in your bangs. Yes I have been fooled. Mascara is a bunch of crap. But from these lovely common store brands I have found a great one. The two purple bottles on the left are Maybelline Falsies Mascara. This mascara is about $6 and makes your lashes full, soft and apprear to be a lil bit longer.

The others (left to right) Maybelline Falsies in regular and waterproof. Rimmel Glam Eyes- SUCKS- the brush is the size of a toothpick. Rimmel Lash accelerator $7- Not too fond of this one either, it made my lashes stiff. And last Maybelline Lash Stiletto. I grabbed this in brownish black and it sucks too.

**How to fail at buying mascara: Fall for the tricks of advertising and believe that your lashes will sweep the floor after using it.**

Life lesson rated: M for Mascary.

Friends in low places...

The dot dot dot is my friends. Not sure why, but I use it a lot. Moving on...

In recent events, I have been challenged by the duties of friendship. Be there for your friend in a time of need, help her see the light at the end of the dark tunnel. Be the phone call away person, be the third wheel when meeting the new interest for dinner. Be the friend who lets your friend grow on her own without growing apart. And finally, be the friend that washes druken pissed on sheets at 5 am. dot dot dot

Last time I checked, peeing anywhere else besides the toilet or behind a tree is not something people do these days. Well, unless you're Billy Madison and on a field trip dot dot dot being a really good friend by peeing your pants to make it look cool so your friend doesnt get imbarrassed!! Oh god, I shouldn't even be writing about this! I am a horrible friend.

Seriously though. Not sure if its age, preference, perception or a persimmons but being so wasted drunk that I cannot control my bladder, does not sound fun to me. Nor does a hangover. Nor does imbarrassing myself. I just thought at some age, around mid 20's, people start growing up in a sense about their dignity and respect, but as I have just explained I am wrong. I partied hard as a teen and young adult but have a whole different perspective on things way up here on this realization bracket. At least I know Im not alone.

Not really sure where to go with this from here. I guess Im just over the drink til you drop game show. Im just not quite sure how to be friend without being an interventionist. Im mean , just because I think of it one way doesnt mean everybody else does too. What to do, what to do...

You are viewed to carry the ways of the company you keep.

Well then my friend dot dot dot company's gotta change.

Day 2.. which is really hour 2 of the same day...

I told you I had a lot on my mind.
Second order of business. The royal wedding! Yeah yeah, all you boo-hoo-ers can go be grouches elsewhere. But for me, I am enjoying it. There is something about a King and Queen, Princes and Princesses that is a bit facinating. I mean, to us American children (said with your heaviest, most hillbilly souther accent), a Royal family is a fairytale. A life that only exists in the movies and playing pretend. Us Western children had to grow up with money problems and the threat of real life coming soon and the word job **shiver** Sure, the Windsors have been around in England this whole time, but this is a generation where they are visable to me. Plus, any wedding is a wedding Im interested in AND I do get all teary eyed about ALL weddings. Yes, Kristina, I really did get sappy when you told me about your wedding today. :)

Honestly, I know why Im sort of obsessed with weddings: It's because I want a wedding. OKAY THERE!! I said it!!!!

And here comes the fun part! Im going to document my wedding wish list! Yeah me! Im not even engaged!! For all 3 of you who may read this, it wont hurt my feelings if you dont read on.

The following includes things about weddings that fit my personality. If I can have my very own (in British accent that time) wedding, these pictures reflect how I would want mine to look. And listen, Im not the gal that has always dreamt of my wedding day.. which by the way, I think is a crock of shit. I certainly was not dreaming about getting married when I was 8. I was playing softball and running from the site of a dress. So this whole "since I was a little girl" crap has got to go people!

Funny, this is Kate Middletons sister. But I would totally wear a simple dress like this. Except something would definetely have to be done about the cap sleeve. My fellow big shoulder sista's know what Im talking about.

No mother, I was not born in a barn, you should be the first to know that! I would however love to have reception in one! Certainly one that was clear of farm animals and poop. Okay, maybe this idea is out there, but I still love it.

This is speaking my language.

Love this.

Well, that is all for now. Say Yes to the Dress is on and so is my imagination.

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Sometimes titles are over rated. So therefore this fine piece of reading material is titleless.

So, here I am. Back from a long vacation... Who knows why I temporarily abandoned this blog; busyness, laziness, lifelessness, boringness?? Well whatever it was, it filled my brain with a bunch of mumbo jumbo that needs to be put somewhere, here. I may just post multiple blogs.. in one night... so for the astronomical amount of followers I have wont be on wordy overload.

Perhaps I am fueled to write because Bobby is out of town for 5 days or maybe its because Ive been watching reruns of Sex and the City and Carrie just writes her skinny little Minolo's off and makes everything make more sense. It could be the fact that I just had a multiple days where sooo many thoughts were going through my head, the thoughts literally just made my fingers starting typing words to make more room for more thoughts? Oh god...

Okay. Focus Jessica. Make is systematic and easy. I know your good at that. Hey? Who said that??

Arighty then, so today I write about Bob. Bobby is out of town. Im on day 2 and I feel like Im running on empty. What is it about this kid that makes me move? He's like the gasoline to my dirt bike. If I ain't got it, Im not moving. Really though, I have 5 days to really get shit done and I havent done a damn thing. Ive got a paper to write, laundry, house to clean, grocery shopping, cars to wash.. I mean the list is really endless. But do I even have the slightest motivation? Nope. Not without Bobby around. I just like him I guess. He makes me tick. He's the battery to my clock. And speaking of clokes, at least one good thing comes out of him being gone: I can actually get to work before 8.