So I haven't written in a while because my life has been going fairly great... Which is really weird. BUT nobody worry. This weekend was pretty unfortunate so now I have a story to tell about and blow way out of proportion.
Ty and I were really looking forward to a nice weekend camping in Branson with his church. It takes about 3-4 hours to get there from Russvegas so I left pretty early on Friday. Starting off, Ty's dog Abby kept trying to sit on my face and insisted on licking me every 2 seconds... which was uncomfortable enough. Add that to the fact that I get super car sick, and it makes for a great start to a memorable trip up to Branson with the ever so curvy roads.
We set everything up, had hamburgers, and sat around the fire with friends when we got there, so the first evening was a success! That night was an entirely different story though. I didn't get to sleep til 2.. and anyone that knows me can tell you that I NEED MY SLEEP. So naturally, the weather decided that it hates me.. and it started pouring rain 3. That could be really great and cozy if it hadn't been freaking 10 degrees below zero and my tent wasn't becoming the Arkansas River. Half of my sleeping bag was soaked, my pillow was really wet, and the pad I was sleeping on could have just as easily been a shower mat the way things were going. Despite all of that, I continued to look past all of that and try, for the love of all that is good, to get some sleep. But Abby apparently got the memo about not working in my favor this weekend, because she was up and ready to go outside by 7. So I got up and sat with her, only to find that all of our chairs were SOAKED, all of our open food was soggy, and you can just forget about trying to sit on the bench.
I go back in my tent a few hours later only to find that now ALL of my stuff was basically ruined for the weekend. This includes all of my clothes, all of my bedding, my hammock, my shoes, both my backpacks, my wallet, AND my bible. So for the entire weekend I perpetually smelled like mildewed clothes and campfire (which, if you're wanting to know, won't become a candle at bath & bodyworks anytime soon). Ty, being the great guy that he is, tried to make the most out of the rainy day and brought me to cracker barrel, a movie, and lamberts. That was all great, besides the fact that cracker barrel made me extremely sick, so I felt like I was going to puke all day, I fell asleep in the movie, and we had at least a 30 minute wait outside of lamberts when it could have been December the way the weather was. I was half expecting to see snowflakes.
That night I slept in his truck, because I couldn't get soaked again... It just wasn't an option for me, physically or emotionally. I woke up and literally thought I was in that movie The Empire Strikes Back where Han Solo and Luke are on that snowy planet and have to fight on those weird dinosaur looking animals. But that's just a really dramatic way of saying that it was rather chilly, and I thought I was dying because of the way I slept. We eventually loaded everything up and headed out (I slept the entire way back), got home and had pizza and watched Everybody Loves Raymond. Now I'm back in my dorm doing the 4 loads of laundry I have to try and get the musk out of my clothes.
To connect the dots for people who don't listen to country music, Luke Bryan's song 'Rain is a Good Thing' IS A FLAT OUT LIE. Rain is a diabolical, terrible thing that you can't avoid when camping no matter how well equipped you are.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
it's the estrogen... ALL THE ESTROGEN
The past couple of days have literally been a raging storm of emotions. Not just a tidal wave of them but like a tsunami and hurricane and flood and tornado of bad juju (I love the word juju so don't judge me). I'm not saying this to make me sound like the lonely college kid that's way out of her element being around a bunch of sorority girls... I'm just saying this to make the point that being a girl sucks.
My second night here I was just settling down to the idea of being away from authority figures and not having people come at my every beckon call. I came in at about 2ish... not partying. I was watching Napoleon Dynamite with the CCSC because I, Hailey Lachowsy, am a rebel.... and I was naturally the only one awake in the suite I share with 3 other girls. The toilet had been acting weird so I just flushed it to see what it would do, armed with a plunger and my fiercest plumbing face. Water literally came rolling out of there so fast it flooded the bathroom floor in seconds. It was like Noah's Ark in there... like I was about to go get tools to build a makeshift boat. But I'm not the person to have around in those situations, so I simply put the plunger down, and walked away. I'm the best roommate EVER. Ain't nobody got time for that. And I'm not trying to sound like a person stuck in the antiquated notion of the male ideal... but that's what dads are for.
Classes also started this morning so OF COURSE my roommates woke me up at 6 by slamming every cabinet door and jamming to every pop song possible to start my morning off in a bad way. I go to the building and room that my schedule says... and 10 minutes in, the professor isn't there and there are only like 5 other people in there. APPARENTLY I was not informed of the room change so I showed up late to my first class AND had to sit in the front row. My 3rd class for the day ALSO said the wrong time and day. Just my luck, I know.
The whole time I was sitting there with excruciating cramps. Not that y'all care, but anyone that's ever had to experience this can sympathize with me and agree that you give it whatever it wants. If you're craving ice cream.. it gets ice cream. If you're craving chinese food with peanut butter and pickles and cocoa puffs.. then that's what you eat. Just like that freaky old childhood story Rumpelstiltskin, I would literally give my cramps my first born child if it would lighten the pain. Which is kind of paradoxical, I realize that. But you get the point. It sounds insensitive but I'm just bein' brutally honest. And to tie the title to the story, I'm positive that all the estrogen in me somehow caused these unfortunate things to happen. Not quite sure how, but I know it did.
Okay I'm done giving out way personal information that no one wants to read about.
My second night here I was just settling down to the idea of being away from authority figures and not having people come at my every beckon call. I came in at about 2ish... not partying. I was watching Napoleon Dynamite with the CCSC because I, Hailey Lachowsy, am a rebel.... and I was naturally the only one awake in the suite I share with 3 other girls. The toilet had been acting weird so I just flushed it to see what it would do, armed with a plunger and my fiercest plumbing face. Water literally came rolling out of there so fast it flooded the bathroom floor in seconds. It was like Noah's Ark in there... like I was about to go get tools to build a makeshift boat. But I'm not the person to have around in those situations, so I simply put the plunger down, and walked away. I'm the best roommate EVER. Ain't nobody got time for that. And I'm not trying to sound like a person stuck in the antiquated notion of the male ideal... but that's what dads are for.
Classes also started this morning so OF COURSE my roommates woke me up at 6 by slamming every cabinet door and jamming to every pop song possible to start my morning off in a bad way. I go to the building and room that my schedule says... and 10 minutes in, the professor isn't there and there are only like 5 other people in there. APPARENTLY I was not informed of the room change so I showed up late to my first class AND had to sit in the front row. My 3rd class for the day ALSO said the wrong time and day. Just my luck, I know.
The whole time I was sitting there with excruciating cramps. Not that y'all care, but anyone that's ever had to experience this can sympathize with me and agree that you give it whatever it wants. If you're craving ice cream.. it gets ice cream. If you're craving chinese food with peanut butter and pickles and cocoa puffs.. then that's what you eat. Just like that freaky old childhood story Rumpelstiltskin, I would literally give my cramps my first born child if it would lighten the pain. Which is kind of paradoxical, I realize that. But you get the point. It sounds insensitive but I'm just bein' brutally honest. And to tie the title to the story, I'm positive that all the estrogen in me somehow caused these unfortunate things to happen. Not quite sure how, but I know it did.
Okay I'm done giving out way personal information that no one wants to read about.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
series of unfortunate collegiate events
So.... I finally succumbed to the personal pressure of getting a blog. I've been toying with the idea for a while, but my college life has been nothing short of the books series of unfortunate events that used to be super popular. I've always been awkward and unlucky. But these past couple days have just truly shown me how much of an awkward person I am.
Move in day sucked. Plain as that. Even though I was one of those prissy, fortunate girls that didn't have to carry anything up to my room (partly because I'm on the 5th floor so I would've died on the way up from pure exhaustion). I got there and my room was great & I had WAY more closet space than I expected. But my motto in life is "if your clothes fit in your closet & suitcase... you simply didn't bring enough clothes". My roommate wasn't there yet & I was feeling very apprehensive because we'd never met. All I knew is that her name was Teona and she was an albino African-American girl. Awesome, I know. And YES it is possible.
She was moving her stuff in and just headed out the door to go back downstairs and I was like "I'll just change shirts really fast". My logic failed me on that part because just as I took off my shirt her BROTHER walked in..... and quickly turned around and politely acted like he hadn't just seen me completely half naked. Needless to say I got really close to her family very fast. I learned later that she's like Charlie Chaplin in those silent films... she just doesn't talk.
That night I went to bed around 2 and was drained- physically & emotionally. I've never been away from home for more than 5 nights... so trying to grasp the concept of the fact that this is my new home... away from the one I've lived in for 18 years.... was freaking weird (for lack of better words). Then at about 3 that night we got woken up by this incessant banging on our wall which can only be described as what sounded like a headboard. Teona said she heard them, but thank goodness I was spared of that. So cliché for a state university, but yes. I'm 95% sure we got woken up by- how do I put this eloquently- ummm, a classy couple fornicating. ON THE FIRST NIGHT. they got busy fast. Sorry, I'm done putting that picture in your mind, I just wanted you to get a glimpse of my unlucky, slightly uninteresting life.
Move in day sucked. Plain as that. Even though I was one of those prissy, fortunate girls that didn't have to carry anything up to my room (partly because I'm on the 5th floor so I would've died on the way up from pure exhaustion). I got there and my room was great & I had WAY more closet space than I expected. But my motto in life is "if your clothes fit in your closet & suitcase... you simply didn't bring enough clothes". My roommate wasn't there yet & I was feeling very apprehensive because we'd never met. All I knew is that her name was Teona and she was an albino African-American girl. Awesome, I know. And YES it is possible.
She was moving her stuff in and just headed out the door to go back downstairs and I was like "I'll just change shirts really fast". My logic failed me on that part because just as I took off my shirt her BROTHER walked in..... and quickly turned around and politely acted like he hadn't just seen me completely half naked. Needless to say I got really close to her family very fast. I learned later that she's like Charlie Chaplin in those silent films... she just doesn't talk.
That night I went to bed around 2 and was drained- physically & emotionally. I've never been away from home for more than 5 nights... so trying to grasp the concept of the fact that this is my new home... away from the one I've lived in for 18 years.... was freaking weird (for lack of better words). Then at about 3 that night we got woken up by this incessant banging on our wall which can only be described as what sounded like a headboard. Teona said she heard them, but thank goodness I was spared of that. So cliché for a state university, but yes. I'm 95% sure we got woken up by- how do I put this eloquently- ummm, a classy couple fornicating. ON THE FIRST NIGHT. they got busy fast. Sorry, I'm done putting that picture in your mind, I just wanted you to get a glimpse of my unlucky, slightly uninteresting life.
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