This is Halloween!

Hello my Spooktacular Ghouls!

First and foremost, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! Once again I have been super busy and I am in dire need of a break. Too bad life doesnt want me to have one. I am exhausted. Sleep is definitely on the to-do list. I also need to volunteer some more at my old elementary school for my community psychology class. We need to volunteer for 15 hrs and then give a 5-10 minute presentation over it at the end of the semester. I havent figured out how I am going to talk about grading papers for 5 mins but I am going to have to do so eventually. I havent been to the school in at least 3 weeks, possibly even longer than that. I also need to write a paper over...something...for my British Literature class. And finish my take home test for community psych.

But anyways, so I have had all this to do and what have I been doing the past week?
--Not homework.

Ive spent most of my energy planning a Halloween party, that I had on Saturday, that did not go as planned. Thursday I picked up a few things for the party, food, decor, etc., and I did some cleaning. That night I went to a friends Halloween party (so much fun) and got home at around 4am (mistake #1). Friday I dragged my ass out of bed waaay later than I had originally planned and was still tired but I had to get up to bake cookies, cake pops, and brownie pops for my party Saturday. Then after I was on my feet all day baking, I went to a corn maze (mistake #2) and got home some time between midnight and 1am (mistake #3). So Saturday I woke up with red eyes from the massive allergy attack I gave myself from the damn corn maze, and I was tired as hell from not getting enough sleep for the past two days, and I had a ton of cleaning, cooking, and decorating to do before 6pm. But I was still really excited for that night and I couldnt wait for everyone to get there. My sister, brother-in-law, and nephew came first (mistake #4). Looking back I really shouldnt have invited them (mainly my older sister) because the only way my family knows how to communicate is through yelling. Normally I wouldnt have minded it getting that loud because I have really bad hearing (thank you Flyleaf concert) but I was trying to talk and hang out with my bestie, Betty (I </3 U!), so I was having issues hearing anything but their loud mouths. And then my grandma and dad came over (dad doesnt live with us, grandma lives next door) because they thought my nephew, Logan, was going to come over in costume and they wanted to see him. I didnt mind my grandma being there too much but my idiot father came over from a bar (he wasnt drunk but he was getting there). So he was acting like a moody idiot and he kept freaking out Logan because he doesnt see him that much so Logan didnt recognize him. And whats even more annoying is that Logan wasnt even in costume! So that whole mess could have been avoided. And just as my friends started showing up and the party finally started I was hit with a migraine. Yes, a migraine. A migraine that lasted through the food, the pinata, the movie, and hanging out afterwards (yes, college students can have a pinata at a halloween party! You are never too old for a pinata). All the time and effort and planning I put into this party and it was ruined mainly by a migraine. That and the fact that I can count my friends on one hand so my "party" was more of like a get-together that I put waaay too much effort into. But I still had fun. Betty stayed til like 3am and I always love just hanging out with her.

So after the party I basically died from exhaustion and guess what I woke up to?
--A migraine. FML. That is NOT supposed to happen. The migraine is supposed to go away when you sleep. But oh well, it eventually went away. I didnt do much tonite on the actual day of Halloween (who wants to celebrate that on a Monday???) except I ate a loooot of candy and then drove my family nuts with my sugar high ;)

But anywas I hope you all had an awesome weekend and a spooktacular Halloween filled with ghosts and ghouls and, of course, candy.

Love and Rockets,
Mags :)

P.S.: I was a flapper for Halloween :) I thought it went with the hair ;)

Makeover Magic!

Hey guys,

I have been very busy lately so I apologize for not posting for a while. So Thursday I gave myself a bit of a makeover. I dye my hair a lot but I have really weird hair so it fades very quickly and the dye doesnt like to take to my hair. But I have the best hairdresser in the world and she thinks she may have found the answer to my prayers. The hair dye we used is called Special Effects and we left the dye on my hair for 6 hours. Yes, I really left it on my hair for 6 hours! There is no peroxide in it and it conditions while its on so it did no damage to my hair (my hair is actually softer now). And contrary to what my family thought would happen, my hair did not fall out. If it had been any other hairdresser trying to get me to do this I would have been very skeptical, but Kim is amazing. She was there with me when I died my hair pink, purple, dark brown, black, and of course red. My hair looks amazing and hopefully (fingers crossed!) it wont fade as quickly as other dyes have done in the past.

The Before:

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The After:

Little Sweden USA

Hello Rockstars!

So this weekend I was working in Lindsborg, Kansas (aka Little Sweden USA) at a festival thing they have every two years. Its a swedish festival that lasts two days (or at least I was there for two days) and the whole town shows up to celebrate this. They have swedish dancing, swedish food, a parade, and vendors (like me) selling stuff. It was pretty good except there were three huge downsides to working this.
1. It was an outdoor show.
2. The first day was completely dead.
3. Nobody knew our tent was there.

Having an outdoor show isnt completely terrible--depending on what time of the year it is. This time of year could go either way. This year it was soooo windy! And we were on dirt. Dirt and wind do not mix. Everything, myself included, was covered in dust the first day. No bueno.
Going to a show and having the first day completely dead--somewhat expected. The first day is never good but this was just pathetic. And I didnt bring anything to occupy myself in absolute boredom so I ended up doodling on boxes.
The location of our vendor tent was terrible--we were two blocks away from the other vendors and the rest of the festival activities. This was probably one reason why we did so poorly on the first day. The only reason people knew where we were the second day was because of the parade.

Now the second day wasnt horrible. It was a little chilly and it rained but I've worked through worse. And the rain brought in customers so I couldnt complain. Helping customers is way better than just sitting there doing nothing. Well, I guess that depends on the customer. I had one of "those" customers at that show. The ones where it takes all of your self control not to chuck a jar of salsa at the person. Now I could just be short-tempered and have no sense of humor (which is VERY true) but this one guy got to me. We were really busy and I had gotten into the flow of things so by this point the fake smile and happy voice came naturally. I asked him if he would like to try anything. His response: "Not after what I've seen it's done to your hair!" Now, I get hair responses a lot. Like A LOT! But this one rubbed me the wrong way. I think it was his tone of voice and the look of disgust on his face that did it for me. I dont know what people have against red hair but I get soooo many comments on it! Some good, some bad, some just plain weird. Like the time I had a guy ask me if I dumped salsa on my head to get it to that color-----that would be classified as weird (really weird). Maybe its just old guys trying to be funny. Because the majority of the comments come from old guys. Maybe I just need a sense of humor. Or maybe old guys just need to stop trying to be funny.

Overall it wasnt a bad weekend. I was mostly just tired from getting up early and going to bed late. And it was all worth it I guess because I got paid really well. Highest amount I've ever gotten paid before. Too bad that all has to go to car repairs....

Love and Rockets,
Mags :)

Arachnid Assassination!

Hello again,

I am pleased to inform you that I will be working two shows this weekend so that means money for car repairs! Even better I actually found someone to do the repairs for me. All I have to do is pay for parts and feed the guy. Its my best friends brother who apparently is more willing to help me with my car troubles than my own brother...But anyways, so hopefully I will be getting that taken care of soon. I talked to him about my car last night when my bestie came over with her brother to kill a spider for me. Yes I really texted her to come over and kill a spider. I must have the worst case of arachnophobia. And this wasnt just any spider, it was a black widow. And this particular black widow was guarding an egg sack. An egg sack, that I learned, could contain over 1,000 little baby black widows. So she and her brother came over armed with a can of raid. The spider had a web in the corner of the stairs on my front porch. During the day it would hide back into this crevice between the porch and a pillar. Disgusting, I know. My grandmother (whom I live next door to) tried to attack and kill it with a shoe and hairspray but that only angered it. It ran into its little crevice and we didnt see it for a couple of days. But once I saw it was back with an egg sack I had to call in reinforcements. So they came over at around 8 at night, so it was dark (obviously) and that meant that the spiders were out. My friend's brother attacked it with raid while I stood very far away. It ran off back into the crevice again but he said he got it really good with the raid so hopefully it is now dead. But afterwards while we were talking for a bit he pointed the flashlight behind me and guess what he found? A little brown recluse. What a lovely discovery. So I semi-freaked out and ran away while he smashed it with his shoe. Then he killed another spider close by the brown recluse with the raid. Apparently my porch and surrounding outside area is a breeding ground for spiders. My front porch hasnt been swept off in I dont know how long so God only knows how many spiders are lurking. I suggested to my friend that we get some more friends together, get some hazmat suits, and clean off my porch, rake some leaves, and spray the hell out of everything with bug killer. Something tells me this will never happen...but it would be nice. I mean, I wouldnt be helping because I could potentially come into contact with spiders so they would mainly be doing all the work...but I would love to supervise! ...From a safe distance ;)

Love and Rockets,
Mags :)

Job Hunting

Hello Fellow Earthlings!

So I should be writing a Paper for my British Literature class over symbolism in "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" but I decided I need a break. One can only write about the sun being a symbol for an angry God for so long. Anyways so let me tell you about my struggles out in the real world. Trying to find a job has to be one of the most irritating tasks society gives us. I have been job searching for over a year now. I have applied to so many places I cannot even begin listing them because I cant even remember half of them. I have wasted hours of my precious time only to come up with no results. I did finally get an interview to Payless a while back, but I hope to never have to experience an interview like that ever again.

So this interview I had...it wasnt too bad at first but the more information I got out of this woman the more I understood. This was the first time she had ever given an interview...ever! She was late. Like 20 minutes late. And I was early. Like 10 minutes early. So that meant I waited half an hour. She did not follow the interview format that I have learned countless times at school, most likely because it was her first ever interview. Everytime I answered a question she always had a story about herself that went along with my answers. I felt like I was learning more about her than she was learning about me! And then after about an hour or so of basically listening to her life story she tells me the worst news. I was the first of many, many applicants that she was going to be interviewing and I may or may not be getting a call in two weeks with her decision. And even if I did get a call back I would have to go through another interview with someone who actual knows how to give one. Lovely. Needless to say I didnt get that job. But I did get to experience failure. Awesome.

But its not like I'm completely broke, living on the streets, and begging for money. I live at home so that saves tons of money. And I do "technically" have a "job". Well I call it a job but my friends do not consider it to be one. I mean I get paid under the table and sometimes I get underpaid and sometimes I get overpaid. I work for my mom's cousin. She owns her own business where she makes and sells salsas, jams, and relishes. We basically go to craft shows and farmers markets and try to sell as much as we can. My mom works there too; she makes it all. Its how I got "hired" in the first place. But I dont have a set work schedule, its just whenever they need an extra hand. So I dont have a steady flow of income which is why I've been trying to find another job. Easier said than done.

The whole "not working" thing isnt all bad though. I mean I get grant money for school so I dont have to worry about that. I dont have to check my work schedule before planning something with friends. I have plenty of time to do my homework (more like plenty of time to procrastinate doing hw). My dad pays for my car and insurance and I pay for gas and repairs...well I'm supposed to pay for repairs. It would be easier if I didnt have a shopping addiction. My parents have been telling me I need to buy new tires for my car and my brakes need fixed. So I go out and buy shoes and clothes. My philosophy is if the car is still running then its fine. If the car is making a noise, turn the music up. Voila! Its fixed! I always drive with loud music anyways. Usually I have leftover grant money from school to help pay for stuff but this year I had none. I went from a very inexpensive community college to a university and let me tell you there is definitely a price difference. I am going to fill out a scholarship for next semester though. I never really filled out scholarship applications at the communtiy college I went to because I got plenty of money from my grant and I felt bad taking more money. But I could have used that money this semester.

Thats all for now. I need to go back to writing my paper (ick). So I will continue to carry on my quest for finding a job and I will be sure to keep you updated.

Love and Rockets,

Mags :)

Why Blog?

Hello outside world! I should probably tell you a little bit about myself before I get into the thick of things. Well, I go by Mags and as you can tell from the title of this blog I am currently an unemployed, full time, college student. I live in the state of Kansas which has to be the epitome of boring. There is not much to do around here unless you enjoy taking part in illegal activities. I wasn't sure in the beginning why I would want to start writing a blog but I think I may have figured it out. I guess this is a way of getting my mind out of Kansas for a while, however short a period of time that may be. And  I guess I just want people to know that life isn't all rainbows and sunshine after high school, college isn't all parties and drinking (at least not for me anyways), and that its hard to transition into adulthood when the majority of society is keeping you from doing just that. So basically what I am trying to say is that this is not going to be a blog about crazy parties but about real life and my struggles with trying to find a job while juggling school and everything else that comes with it. Hopefully this is the start of something great and this will be more than just something to distract myself from homework (if I want to distract myself from hw I can just go on facebook). That is all for now but I am looking forward to meeting like this again.
Love and Rockets,
Mags :)