Wednesday, August 31, 2011

I am an aged fool.

Yesterday was my 21st birthday!

I usually don't do very much for my birthday. Not since I've moved away from home, anyways. Generally because its right at the beginning of the new school year, right after new people move into an apartment, and no one knows anyone's birthday yet or really knows enough about them to feel comfortable getting excited about it.

This year, I've lived with 2 of my roommates already for well over a year, and I was also in town all summer, so I still have a lot of amigos in the vicinity. So after work and class yesterday, A group of us went to Olive Garden, where I was treated to food. And you know how much I do love food. My 2 best friends were also in attendance, so of course it was bound to be a good evening.

Afterwards, we were just sitting in my apartment relaxing, and suddenly many people started showing up at my door just to say Happy Birthday and give their well wishes. Seriously... Like, ten people randomly knocked on my door. I seriously had no idea that so many people cared enough about me to go out of their way to see me on my birthday. And thats not even including the many text messages from friends and family across the country that littered my cell phone inbox.

No really. My mind = blown.

Overall, it was a truly stupendous birthday, and it has made me grateful for all the love and care that I can see present in my lie through other people. I can't adequately express how grateful I am for my friends and family. They are each and every one amazing and wonderful.

Oh, and I got my hair cut. Woo woo.

Over and out.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Tumblr? Ok, why not.

I recently made a tumblr account.

And by recently I mean about 7 months ago.
But I RECENTLY started actually posting things on it. Mostly quotes, interesting thoughts, funny pictures, blah blah blah.
Well here it is, if you get bored.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

I'd prefer not to spill all my dirty little secrets, K Thanks.

Last night, I was invited to go to a Tumbling Gym with some friends. I politely declined, and when urged, informed them that if I went to a tumbling gym, I would undoubtedly hurt myself in some way or another.
My statement was scoffed away and dismissed easily. I told them that no no, it is indeed true.
And it is.
The last time I went to a tumbling gym and actually, well, TUMBLED, I jolted my body so severely upon landing in the foam pit that I got WHIPLASH.
Its true.
In fact, I had a minor concussion, and the doctor the next day told me my back was "uncontrollably emitting spasms every three mintues or so" causing me extreme pain in my upper and lower back, neck, and shoulders.
No, I wasn't hospitalized. Yes, I'm probably being slightly dramatic.
He did prescribe me painkillers and muscle relaxers.
You know what happens to me when I'm on muscle relaxers?
I've been prescribed muscle relaxers twice this past academic year, within months of each other. Once when I strained my shoulder from overuse, and again after the tumbling incident.
Muscle relaxers have a funny effect on me. I always start to get terribly tired, often extremely nauseated, and according to my roommate, ex boyfriend, and a couple other friends, extraordinarily loopy.
Ames, the roommate, tells me that I have actually spilled secrets to her while under their influence. Will she tell me what they are? Nope. Not at all. Which means she is either lying, or they are really, REALLY good ones.
So no, my dear friends. I will not go to the Tumbling Gym with you, because I do not need to give my roommate any more dirt on me than she already supposedly has.
But thanks for the invite.

Monday, August 1, 2011



I went to the Coke machine in the hallway a little bit ago. I put in my quarters and pressed the Lemonade button.

What did it give me?

A Mr. Pibb.

Someone is trying to kill me.

Its working.

In other news, while Amy and I were walking back from the gym today, I dropped my phone on the sidewalk, and yelled out rather loudly, "MOTHER TRUCKER!" A man on the other side of the street walking just stopped, stared for a second, and laughed as I yelled and picked it up.

You're welcome for the amusement, stranger. May we meet again some day and bond over my substitute swear words.