So I recently went through a breakup. And as much as that sucks and all, times like these always remind me of all of the good things in my life. I was surrounded by my best friends the entire weekend that kept me busy and laughing til I cried (& also patiently listened to me when I was incoherently sobbing). At night we were exhausted, so we were just sitting in the living room trying not to fall asleep when we started asking Laura's 10 year old brother relationship advice. Surprisingly, he had some really insightful answers, and I figured I'd write them down to help anyone else going through this sucky period of growing up, moving on, and falling out of love.
Laura: Cody, how do we keep a man?
Cody: Well, on the first date, don't be sloppy. Don't be like Laura and wear sweatpants and your hair up in a bun. On the second date, you have to ask him not to break up with you. On the third date, you have to buy him something.
Laura: What can we buy him?
Cody: Well maybe like a watch or ring or something. But don't worry. I got Grandma a diamond watch at Jc Penny's for only $10!
Me: How do we get over a breakup?
C: Well, you start off by just going into your room for a while to be sad. You bring a box of donuts with you. Then when you're done, you go out into the world to find a new man!
Me: Ha! Now that I can do!
Ashley: What if we're not sad about a breakup, just mad? Then what do we do?
C: You DON'T do what Laura does and get their picture and hang it up everywhere in your room. You just get their picture and put it on a dartboard! Also, you go to a carnival and go play one of those mean games. The best one is the game with the hammer that you bang down. That way, you can get all your anger out on the game AND you get a prize out of it!
Laura: What do you look for in a girl?
C: First, if she's a Christian or not. Then looks. Then, if she burps at the dinner table or not.
Laura: Oh dang I'm out.
Me: Yeah me too.
Emily: Yup.
Ashley: Dang it! I am too!
Laura: When is it okay to kiss a guy?
C: Probably, the fifth date.
L: Dang Jim Bob Duggar!
C: So, maybe the first date then.
Me: How do you know if a guy likes you or not?
C: He'll bring you stuff. Like food or flowers or a card. I wrote and sang songs to the girl I love.
Long story short, don't ever get too depressed over a breakup. There are tons of ways to get over it, and a whole world full of boys that surprisingly understand the intricate details of women.
Monday, July 7, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
the life of being chilly in Chile
So.... I made it to Chile.
I guess since y'all know me and this blog, you should know that about everything that could've went wrong, actually did.
We get to the Little Rock airport, ready to go, with my enthusiasm at hand, ready to start this incredible journey. Only to find out that our flight had been cancelled due to rain. So we have to switch companies and they mess up our tickets. Once we get that worked out we went through security (where they proceeded to search me and take my PEANUT BUTTER), then we were good to go. The flight kept getting pushed back and pushed back, then they were flying in a new plane from Atlanta. They get us seated on this plane, then tell us what had been the problem. Apparently there was a part of the plane that wasn't working, but they were getting the write-off from the mechanics to tell us it was okay to fly us to Georgia. I don't know about y'all, but I don't necessarily feel safe flying in a plane that isn't at its best.
We get to Georgia, and make our flight. It was a packed flight and I was sitting in the middle. ON A 10 HOUR FLIGHT. It was the epitome of discomfort. Thankfully I was sitting next to some very nice people, but that didn't make me any more comfortable, or less exhausted. My stomach hurt from cramping the entire 10 hours, and my mind was delirious from no sleep.
Santiago was not the most inviting town I've ever been to, to say the least. The plane landed and our instructions from Delta were to get another ticket through American Airlines. Which is kinda hard to do since we don't speak any Spanish. We waited in the wrong line for 30 minutes, then had to go through customs and security (where they proceeded to stop me AGAIN and almost took my gummi worms). We were running around like chickens with our heads cut off, but a guy helped us, and then blatantly told us to give him a tip, and took way too much money from us because we are naive Americans.
From there it was smooth sailing to our office that we were staying at! It's a lot different than home however. It's freezing and rainy here, we only have propane heaters and can't have them on all the time, the walls are very thin so we here everything outside, you have to light the oven and stove with an actual match, and you have to turn the water heater off when you aren't using it... to name a few!
I'm excited about the possibilities though! This mission trip will give me a world of opportunities to connect with people of a different culture while teaching Jesus.. and that's all I've ever wanted.
I guess since y'all know me and this blog, you should know that about everything that could've went wrong, actually did.
We get to the Little Rock airport, ready to go, with my enthusiasm at hand, ready to start this incredible journey. Only to find out that our flight had been cancelled due to rain. So we have to switch companies and they mess up our tickets. Once we get that worked out we went through security (where they proceeded to search me and take my PEANUT BUTTER), then we were good to go. The flight kept getting pushed back and pushed back, then they were flying in a new plane from Atlanta. They get us seated on this plane, then tell us what had been the problem. Apparently there was a part of the plane that wasn't working, but they were getting the write-off from the mechanics to tell us it was okay to fly us to Georgia. I don't know about y'all, but I don't necessarily feel safe flying in a plane that isn't at its best.
We get to Georgia, and make our flight. It was a packed flight and I was sitting in the middle. ON A 10 HOUR FLIGHT. It was the epitome of discomfort. Thankfully I was sitting next to some very nice people, but that didn't make me any more comfortable, or less exhausted. My stomach hurt from cramping the entire 10 hours, and my mind was delirious from no sleep.
Santiago was not the most inviting town I've ever been to, to say the least. The plane landed and our instructions from Delta were to get another ticket through American Airlines. Which is kinda hard to do since we don't speak any Spanish. We waited in the wrong line for 30 minutes, then had to go through customs and security (where they proceeded to stop me AGAIN and almost took my gummi worms). We were running around like chickens with our heads cut off, but a guy helped us, and then blatantly told us to give him a tip, and took way too much money from us because we are naive Americans.
From there it was smooth sailing to our office that we were staying at! It's a lot different than home however. It's freezing and rainy here, we only have propane heaters and can't have them on all the time, the walls are very thin so we here everything outside, you have to light the oven and stove with an actual match, and you have to turn the water heater off when you aren't using it... to name a few!
I'm excited about the possibilities though! This mission trip will give me a world of opportunities to connect with people of a different culture while teaching Jesus.. and that's all I've ever wanted.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
holy cow, get me out of here!
Being that it was Spring Break last week and I was planning on having a good time, of course there will be a follow-up post about how things went awry. For 3 days and 2 nights I was set to stay at the Heifer Ranch in Perryville, AR. I love their vision for ending world hunger and want to work with them eventually, but holy cow (get it? cause heifers?)!! The trip was everything that I didn't expect.... and way more.
The first night there I was told the group going from Arkansas Tech would be staying in a lodge. I guess that everyone has a different view of what a lodge should be, but I assumed it would be hotel-like with hot water, warm beds, and pretty, although cliche, pictures hanging on the wall to relax you. Well little did I know that they use the term "lodge" very loosely. It was a stable with beds, no doors, no blankets, and no hot water..... in 30 something degree weather. It had absolutely no wind resistance, and I woke up the next morning completely miserable, tired, and with icicles for hair.
Theeeennn we got separated into the infamous villages, where we'd be staying the second night. There was the Zambian village (mud hut, no door or window, concrete floors, and tiny), the Slums (newspapers for walls, dirt floors), and the pretentious Guatemalan village (wood stove, beds, doors AND windows, and actual furniture!). I got put in the Zambian hut with 4 other girls, and got 2 potatoes and 2 carrots to eat for the night. All of the villages brought the food together and made a pot of stew using the little food we got. Pretty sure I got an innumerable amount of diseases from eating it, though, because I had just pet pigs and goats, made fires, and had no soap and no silverware to eat the food with.. So I ate the rice with my hands.
That night it was supposed to get down to the 20's. So everyone infiltrated the Guatemalan hut, for at least a little warmth. 14 of us were in a hut about the size of most people's living rooms. But hey, body heat. At 11 that night everyone woke up and was FREEZING, so we tried to start a fire in the wood stove with the little wood we had left. Smoke billowed out of the stove, leaving a microscopic fire to warm everyone up. Well it did more harm than good, basically smoking us all out and almost killing us from the carbon monoxide being emitted. We opened the doors because the smoke alarm wouldn't shut up, only leaving us exposed to the cold and making other smoke alarms all over the ranch sound- which we had to go turn off.
Dirt dobbers were in the roof of the hut (which no one knew) and didn't like that we were causing such a ruckus with the smoke, so they came down to join us, too. The more the merrier, right? I left and went to sleep in the van because I didn't want to die from frostbite, being stung or carbon monoxide poisoning that night. I woke up at 5ish from a stupid rooster outside the car and a crick in my neck the size of Texas. We then proceeded to make oatmeal as a team (worst thing I've ever tasted) and were off to go feed the animals, clean the huts, and do chores that people in third world countries do every morning.
This trip was life changing. I learned way more than I wanted to, but truly got to experience the agony some people in this world have to go through on a day to day basis. It was eye-opening and only makes me want to end world hunger more. It was real, it was fun, but it wasn't real fun. I would be more than happy to visit the Heifer Ranch again, only I would be equipped with an eskimo coat and a full stomach this time!
The first night there I was told the group going from Arkansas Tech would be staying in a lodge. I guess that everyone has a different view of what a lodge should be, but I assumed it would be hotel-like with hot water, warm beds, and pretty, although cliche, pictures hanging on the wall to relax you. Well little did I know that they use the term "lodge" very loosely. It was a stable with beds, no doors, no blankets, and no hot water..... in 30 something degree weather. It had absolutely no wind resistance, and I woke up the next morning completely miserable, tired, and with icicles for hair.
Theeeennn we got separated into the infamous villages, where we'd be staying the second night. There was the Zambian village (mud hut, no door or window, concrete floors, and tiny), the Slums (newspapers for walls, dirt floors), and the pretentious Guatemalan village (wood stove, beds, doors AND windows, and actual furniture!). I got put in the Zambian hut with 4 other girls, and got 2 potatoes and 2 carrots to eat for the night. All of the villages brought the food together and made a pot of stew using the little food we got. Pretty sure I got an innumerable amount of diseases from eating it, though, because I had just pet pigs and goats, made fires, and had no soap and no silverware to eat the food with.. So I ate the rice with my hands.
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| In front of the Zambian village |
That night it was supposed to get down to the 20's. So everyone infiltrated the Guatemalan hut, for at least a little warmth. 14 of us were in a hut about the size of most people's living rooms. But hey, body heat. At 11 that night everyone woke up and was FREEZING, so we tried to start a fire in the wood stove with the little wood we had left. Smoke billowed out of the stove, leaving a microscopic fire to warm everyone up. Well it did more harm than good, basically smoking us all out and almost killing us from the carbon monoxide being emitted. We opened the doors because the smoke alarm wouldn't shut up, only leaving us exposed to the cold and making other smoke alarms all over the ranch sound- which we had to go turn off.
Dirt dobbers were in the roof of the hut (which no one knew) and didn't like that we were causing such a ruckus with the smoke, so they came down to join us, too. The more the merrier, right? I left and went to sleep in the van because I didn't want to die from frostbite, being stung or carbon monoxide poisoning that night. I woke up at 5ish from a stupid rooster outside the car and a crick in my neck the size of Texas. We then proceeded to make oatmeal as a team (worst thing I've ever tasted) and were off to go feed the animals, clean the huts, and do chores that people in third world countries do every morning.
This trip was life changing. I learned way more than I wanted to, but truly got to experience the agony some people in this world have to go through on a day to day basis. It was eye-opening and only makes me want to end world hunger more. It was real, it was fun, but it wasn't real fun. I would be more than happy to visit the Heifer Ranch again, only I would be equipped with an eskimo coat and a full stomach this time!
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Oscar the Grouch
So, anyone who has talked to me in the past month knows that my life has been leading up to one climactic point.... and that point was on March 2. The Oscars came on. And in my life, that's like a national holiday. That's all I had talked about for like a week, and I was so excited that I couldn't focus on anything else for the whole day based on the pure anticipation of seeing everyone's dresses, mistakes, and tearful speeches. But unluckily for me, an ice storm was brewing for the exact moment the Academy Awards were supposed to change my life.
What's that saying? Man plans and God laughs? That could not be more true.
I got back to Tech around 5 because I had some "studying" to do for 2 tests the next day. And by study I mean to analyze every celebrity's outfit, laugh at anything Jennifer Lawrence had to say, and get embarrassed for all the stars that Ellen would make a delightful fool of. Also I had to get back because Snowpocalypse 2014 was headed towards Russellville and I was ill-equipped to stay on the highway for all of eternity.
I start watching the red carpet E! coverage and I'm completely enthralled with everything Ross Matthews and Kelly Osbourne have to say. My friend Elayna just texted me to go play cards with some people at her dorm, and I told her I would solely based on if I could watch the Oscars or not. Just as Jennifer Lawrence busted it on the red carpet my tv goes out. Thinking that it might just be my dorm (since we had no hot water anyways), I head over to the building she lives in. It's sleeting so hard I can't even open my eyes. So I blindly walk on a slippery slope all the way across campus, only to realize that you can't get in the building with your card because THE ELECTRICITY IS OUT.
Someone lets me in and I call them to see where they are. They answer the phone by saying "You're not at our dorm are you?!" So that was greaaaat. They had gone to another person's dorm, WITH electricity, on the complete opposite side of campus, forgetting to alert me. By then I'd given up. I just wanted to get in bed and give up on life, because that's what you do when you can't watch the Oscars. I called a friend to see if she was heading over to Baswell (the dorm everyone was at) & she didn't answer. So I walked outside, and as soon as I shut the door to my shelter from the sleet, she calls back saying she's on her way. I wait in the weather and we eventually make our way to the dorm.
But of course, even where there is electricity and hot water.... THE TV CONNECTION IS OUT. I was devastated. I made the best out of the night by playing card games... but that didn't make the let down of weathering the storm and missing the Academy Awards any easier to take.
Now, as we're speaking- or as I'm typing and you're reading- I'm attempting to find the show online to watch. But unluckily for me, Hulu Plus is the only one with it available so I'm rewatching the show in gifs and crappy youtube videos. HAPPY OSCARS DAY TO ME. You can just refer to me as Oscar the Grouch from now on.
What's that saying? Man plans and God laughs? That could not be more true.
I got back to Tech around 5 because I had some "studying" to do for 2 tests the next day. And by study I mean to analyze every celebrity's outfit, laugh at anything Jennifer Lawrence had to say, and get embarrassed for all the stars that Ellen would make a delightful fool of. Also I had to get back because Snowpocalypse 2014 was headed towards Russellville and I was ill-equipped to stay on the highway for all of eternity.
I start watching the red carpet E! coverage and I'm completely enthralled with everything Ross Matthews and Kelly Osbourne have to say. My friend Elayna just texted me to go play cards with some people at her dorm, and I told her I would solely based on if I could watch the Oscars or not. Just as Jennifer Lawrence busted it on the red carpet my tv goes out. Thinking that it might just be my dorm (since we had no hot water anyways), I head over to the building she lives in. It's sleeting so hard I can't even open my eyes. So I blindly walk on a slippery slope all the way across campus, only to realize that you can't get in the building with your card because THE ELECTRICITY IS OUT.
Someone lets me in and I call them to see where they are. They answer the phone by saying "You're not at our dorm are you?!" So that was greaaaat. They had gone to another person's dorm, WITH electricity, on the complete opposite side of campus, forgetting to alert me. By then I'd given up. I just wanted to get in bed and give up on life, because that's what you do when you can't watch the Oscars. I called a friend to see if she was heading over to Baswell (the dorm everyone was at) & she didn't answer. So I walked outside, and as soon as I shut the door to my shelter from the sleet, she calls back saying she's on her way. I wait in the weather and we eventually make our way to the dorm.
But of course, even where there is electricity and hot water.... THE TV CONNECTION IS OUT. I was devastated. I made the best out of the night by playing card games... but that didn't make the let down of weathering the storm and missing the Academy Awards any easier to take.
Now, as we're speaking- or as I'm typing and you're reading- I'm attempting to find the show online to watch. But unluckily for me, Hulu Plus is the only one with it available so I'm rewatching the show in gifs and crappy youtube videos. HAPPY OSCARS DAY TO ME. You can just refer to me as Oscar the Grouch from now on.
But as you can see from the picture above, I had a splendid time and am so lucky I got the honor of being in the picture that broke twitter.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
luke bryan is a liar
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.
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.
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
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