Please.

I really wish that I could just do the things that I loved all the time. Seriously I want to just be a person who is constantly happy... instead I am up for hours procrastinating my Spanish paper to the point that is is hardly a page long and I accepted it. I am never going to get the grades good enough to be a teacher. I want to be a teacher so badly but instead I make bad choices and I have fun making them. I want to do something in entertainment but I will just be another floater in society who doesn't love their profession. I am really full of creative ideas and funny things. I crack people up all the time and I really believe God gave me that gift and I am wasting it. People listen to me when I talk and believe the things I say. I am sincere and apparently partially narcissistic if we go on the fact I am just writing about myself and my good traits right now. Like I just want to mean something to someone that I don't know personally. Is that a weird wish? I want to make a difference or inspire someone to be happy. I want to inform and share knowledge. Maybe I will write a book? But I have no clue what I would write it on or for that matter if it would be non-fiction or fiction. My life is interesting mostly and I feel like I should be able to share it but I lack the ability at this time. I am not like the Shaytards... I don't have 4 adorable children and my life in line. People like to watch that. People like people who have their life set out and stable... I am not Philip Defranco.. I can't tell the news like he does... he already does it! If I had a team of people or something I really think I could make a difference. Until then I will live this life that is half happy and half lived. So much for emo Mondays. I guess I will just have to put the fork in the garbage disposal.
If you got that reference then we would probably have things in common.

Boo Berry.

I honestly believe October is the best month out of all the others. It has the most beautiful trees. The most crisp weather. The silliest holiday. Baseball is in the playoffs. Hockey begins. Football is in full swing. AND Boo Berry cereal is sold again. It really should be year round but I accept waiting til October. Boo Berry is my absolute favorite cereal. You should really look into it. 

Born a winner

                  Today.... well it doesn't begin today. Let's try...  Last night I used my best decision making skills and decided to drink. I binge drank. I had beer before liquor, and while I have been sicker I was still voming all over my bathroom and bed. That is the end of the night though... It began pretty sweet and I was having a good time. I only fell once but some guy, TJ?, caught me and so my leg was pretty safe. I made a phone call that I shouldn't have to a boy I decided I didn't want to talk to. So that was a win. Protip: hide yo phone. I proceeded to tell him things I shouldn't have and made him think that I wanted to be with him... but realllly I don't. I was just being an attention needing girl. We all have our moments. But then I went back up to my apartment. I blacked out. I regain conscience when I puke... because my body always remembers that. It is it's way of payback for what I do to it.  I was hazy and I looked around. 'Who's bathroom am I in?' was my first thought. Then I saw my good old tree frogs shower curtain bright blue bath mats and literally fist pumped 'Yessss'. It was pretty amazing. 

                 So, today. Today was my first day on the job. I was scheduled at 12 but I thought 1230... not that I wasn't 5 minutes late anyway. So I get there and the smells were making my hangover terrible. I seriously was going to puke. My boss was glaring at me... I was sent home. First day. Honestly I am terrible. I wish my mother and I had a good enough relationship that I could really let her know how much of a winner her daughter is. Such a shame that she will never really know me. 

Well I haven't eaten yet today and I really should.

Stitched.

Last Wednesday (September 29th) my friend Matt stole my safari hat. I was pretty drunk, as was he, and I decided I needed to chase him. Apparently we both had really good speed and ran all through the outside stairwell. I only remember chasing him up one set of stairs. Well I was in my strappy sandals and it was raining. If you cannot guess what happened next I will just tell you. I slid. My foot/ankle/shin (in that order of course) went through the back of the stairs. The impact split my shin to the point that bone was visible. This was unknown to me. I simply laughed and said, "Oh man... I fell ahaha." I limped up the stairs and went back into my apartment. As I sat on my couch I decided to roll up my jeans to see if I would have a sweet bruise... just one more to my already abundant collection. Once I rolled them and saw the bone my friend Chris quotes, "And that is when I heard the scream." I honest to God believed I was going to get an underage. I refused to be taken to the ER. I swear to you that I was not concerned about my wound at all... it was all about the underage. My friends/roommates who are nursing students, Jess and Janelle, took me to the hospital with Victoria driving. The whole event was quite intense and hilarious. In the ER I was pretty drunk and then doped up on meds. I was cracking the doctors up as well as the nurses. I swear I really should be kept indoors. I will post a picture of my wound post stitches and hopefully the video of when I was doped up.

Today, however, was the day that I got my stitches out. I looked at the women and said, "So you are going to numb me... right?" Of course they said no. They said, "Getting them out is the easy part! I am sure it really hurt to get them in." I responded, ".... actually I was pretty drunk so, no it wasn't bad at all. This will be worse." They said I should have drank today and I said that I seriously considered it, haha. I swear these people think I am such a train wreck it is insane.