Hey, it’s a New Year!

Where to begin…

First, let me just say that I have (almost) not written a single word since December 2014. That is so sad! With my profession not being writing and with college no longer pushing me to write, I just kind of fell out of my routine. That is depressing. So… even though I’ve never been a huge fan of New Year’s resolutions, I guess I will make an effort to write more this year. I know, I know…proper goals are supposed to be “SMART” (Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Relevant, and Time-bound). Yeah, yeah. I am mostly shooting for attainable here. Even if I only write a handful of blog posts this year, it’ll be better than last year. I just need some words to have contact with a page; get all the rust out and the gears turning up there.

I will also have to admit that I got plenty of writer-y things for Christmas, like 365 writing prompts (okay, that one was from me and to me…don’t judge). But I also got 500 writing prompts from my sister as well. According to my calculator (because I can’t math), that’s 865 writing prompts that will go totally unused if I don’t start writing something.

On a somewhat related note to the writer-y things I received for Christmas, I will also be working on my calligraphy skills (fancy, huh?) and might post something cool if I can get my hand to do the right thing. So there’s some excitement to look forward to. YAY.

In my next post, I’ll delve into something a little more interesting (hopefully), but for now Happy New Year, everyone!

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The Bugs!

The other day, my sister came into my room dying laughing because her co-workers had shown her a Vine video at work, so of course she had to show it to me. She was already crying when she came into my room because she was laughing so hard at this video, so I assumed it had to be good. She showed me it and I laughed a little bit, but I definitely was not crying… until a day later when the hilarity of the video hit me all at once.

Most of the time, I get home from school late at night. And yes, I am one of those people who is scared of the dark. Okay, not of the dark per say, but what’s in the dark. I’m always afraid of someone jumping out from behind a corner or a big dog running up to me or something. So anyway, I pull in my driveway and of course, it’s pitch black. I get out of the car, gather up my backpack and laptop bag, and close the car door. I have a little remote on my keys to lock my car door, so when I push it my headlights flash and my doors lock. Sometimes, I just keep hitting the “lock” button until I get to my front door so that I will have a little bit of light from my headlights as I’m walking.

This particular night, I wasn’t feeling as scared, so I just clicked the “lock” button once and went on my way to the front door. As I was rounding the corner to get to the door, all my fright hit me at once. I started a slight jog, but by the time I got to the door, I was in full panic mode. Like I said, I hate the dark.

My front door has an electronic key pad, so in all my fear, I was trying to hurriedly press the right numbers on the pad, but of course, I was trying to do it too fast, so I was missing numbers and getting the wrong combination. I got the wrong combination like three times, so I tried to slow myself down, breathe, and just get in the freaking house.

When I finally got the right combination, I practically busted the door down. At that point, the video my sister showed me hit me so hard, I started crying out of laughter. It was probably quite the sight to see.

All I could think was “THE BUGS!”

Disclaimer: The more you watch this video, the more you’ll get a kick out of it.

Three Months in 20 Bullets

Oh, hey there. Well this is awkward. Have I really not blogged in 3 months? WOW. I’m lame.

Y’all have missed a lot. You know how hectic my life gets. So here we go… I present to you: “Three Months in 20 Bullets.”

  • Finals week came and went. Thank God that’s over.
  • I’ve had two haircuts. I’m pretty sure my hair grows at an unnatural speed.
  • I spent Memorial Day catchin’ some rays at the beach. It was pretty much amazing.
  • My niece graduated high school. That pretty much makes me like, old or something.
  • My birthday came and went. 21, y’all. (It’s not as great as everyone makes it out to be, though I could be doing it wrong.)
  • I hate whiskey and I can’t do a shot to save my life.
  • I spent 3 days in the wilderness. Okay, not really the wilderness, but I did go camping. It was extremely refreshing and exactly what I needed.
  • I had a mole removed. It was weird. Let’s not talk about it.
  • I start my internship at the local newspaper in exactly 3 weeks. HOLY SHOOT! And that also means…
  • School starts in said 3 weeks. Bummer. But that means…
  • The first day of my last semester of school before I GRADUATE also happens in said 3 weeks. And all that made me realize…
  • My parents aren’t going to want me living in their house forever. Time to find my own place. I’m a big kid now. I think they call that “adulthood,” which I am so ready, but so not ready for.
  • I became an official employee at my school’s student newspaper. Bulkin’ up the résumé with that one.
  • I am now a member of my school’s Spirit Week Committee. It’s pretty much awesome. And while at a Spirit Week Committee meeting…
  • I became a member of my school’s Welcome Week Committee. So I like school. I’m a cool kid.
  • My online shopping got better. Now it’s getting worse again. I can’t help it when I find a must-have piece. I’m convinced 45 pairs of shoes just isn’t enough. Oh, that reminds me…
  • I got new shoes that are so sassy, I feel like I have to walk differently just to meet their sass-factor.

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  • …And I have an insanely incurable love for dresses. Me. Dresses. Who knew?
  • I made a pen. I turned that block of wood into that pen. Just let that sink in. Also, I’m sure this will be the first of many. (It’s zebrawood if you’re curious.)

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  • IT’S SHOW SEASON! My dance season is finally here. I’m in tech this week and my show is on Thursday night. I’m mega pumped. So, to fully embrace the beginning of my show season, I will leave you with this. One of my favorite routines ever. This song is also stuck in my head constantly, perhaps because it’s basically my life right now. More on that later. Eh, maybe.

Laziness and Lava

Whoa! It’s been a month since I wrote a blog post! Where has the time gone?! Sorry guys, life got in the way for a little while. But here’s a story:

Yesterday, I was struck with some extreme laziness. I was tired all day and was just severely lacking motivation. It was while trying to get some homework done that I saw my phone was dying. My sister had just walked in my room and started talking to me so I figured it was a good time to break and get my charger. My charger is normally plugged into the wall a mere 3 feet from my bed, but to get to it, I have to reach around a desk. I didn’t really feel like getting up, so I’ll just leave you with this visual…

stretching from bedI don’t know why we do this. I know I’m not the only one who does it either. It would be much less difficult to just get out of bed.

Anyway… In the midst of reaching for my phone charger and plugging in my phone, my sister and I spoke in unison:

“It’s like playing lava.”

Usually, I don’t think it’s weird when her and I say things in unison. It happens all the time. We have what we call “almost twintuition,” so it’s fairly normal for us to say the same thing at the same time. This, though, I definitely was not expecting.

The fact that we both thought of the same childhood game we used to play on the playground in elementary school (you know, the one where you jump from one piece of playground equipment to another because the ground is “lava” so you can’t touch it) was absolutely amazing to me.

Now I’m positive we operate on the same brain waves.

Just a Couple Updates

As I predicted in my last post, I was not met with the sweet slumber that I now long for when I went to bed last night. I had not just one nightmare, but two, and that’s about all I can tell you. All I know is that I woke up crying… and the first nightmare took place in a casino. Other than that I don’t remember what happened, which I’m thankful for (even though y’all don’t have something interesting to read.) exhaustion

I have high hopes that there will be no nightmares tonight because I hit the gym twice today in an attempt to completely exhaust myself. Hopefully deep, uninterrupted, nightmareless sleep will greet me tonight.

On the bright side, I am down 10 pounds, which was my fitness goal when I started at the gym last month. YAY! That might not be much to some people, but I’m proud of myself for actually sticking with it. Now that those 10 pounds are gone, I can see that I still have more to lose. I’m going to take it five pounds at a time, but I know these next few pounds are going to be hard to shed. I’ll just have to work extra hard. #NoPainNoGain

What’s That Noise?

The other morning, I was in my room getting ready for school and it was fairly quiet (I think I was packing my backpack for class or something). As I was doing so, I thought I heard a vibrating noise, just two short vibrations like my phone does when I have a text. I picked my phone up off my desk and hit the “home” button. Nothing. A few minutes later, I heard the same short vibrations, so I picked up my phone to see if I had missed something. Again, nothing. At the time, I just took it at face value. I was probably just hearing things, or wishfully thinking ThatOneGuy would send me a “Good Morning” text (girls do that, don’t judge). Whichever the case, I just went about my business and didn’t think much about it again…

Until a few days later…

It was evening time and I was sitting at my desk in my room doing something on my laptop. I heard the same two short vibrations that I had heard before. Weird. At this point, I knew I wasn’t imagining things. Something was vibrating. I quickly made a mental list of all the devices I own that would make vibrating sounds. But I knew only my phone made that particular vibrating pattern, so I checked it again. Nothing. Weird.

Today, I was sitting on my bed taking a study break on Facebook. I knew Leeah (my sister) left the house early this morning, but wasn’t quite sure where she went. I looked at my Facebook chat and saw that little green dot next to her name with the word “Web” next to it. Usually, “Web” means that the user is accessing Facebook via computer (right?) so I thought it was weird that she would be on a computer somewhere, especially if she was at work, which is where I thought she might be. So, I did something I never do simply because we usually just text each other. I messaged her.

It took me a second to realize it, but eventually I figured out that every time I sent a message, I heard that vibrating sound. I found out that she was at work on break and was using her phone to access Facebook (so the “Web” thing must count iPhones/Pads/Pods as computers? I dunno.) I proceeded to tell her that every time I sent her a message, something in my room vibrated.

Then, it hit me. About a week ago, Leeah activated a new phone.

I asked her if she deactivated her old one and she said no. I also asked her where she put her old phone after she activated her new one. “My room,” she said.

So I guess the vibrating mystery is solved, but I still haven’t found the dumb phone. I’m convinced it’s in my room somewhere. If not, dang. That thing has a really strong vibrate.

That’s What I Call Man Candy

You guys, it happened.

I was innocently walking through Meijer the other day to pick up a couple of things before the Super Bowl (and by that, I mean Suck Fest 2014), and it happened… I fell in love!

He was just standing there in the middle one of the center aisles. He looked at me, I looked at him, and it was basically love at first sight. I’m just going to say it, I found The Perfect Man. I knew that our relationship, once it started, was going to work out perfectly. I could tell he was really sweet, but I knew just by one glance that he was rich (not that money is everything). But he also had a cute and humorous side. I could tell that by the way he let his heart-shaped boxers slightly hang out. Oh, and he was incredibly sexy, super ripped, and just solid. Best of all, he was chocolate…

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No, really. He was literally chocolate. Come to think of it, he was actually standing on a shelf in the middle of one of the center aisles. And okay, the only thing he was wearing were the heart-shaped boxers. Details…

Whatever, I found him just in time for Valentine’s Day. He’s perfect.