WARNING - This blog may cause uncontrollable fits of laughter. If you are a naturally grumpy person, prone to attacks of severe pessimism, this blog is not recommended for you.
Hola loyal followers. It's been awhile again hasn't it?
But I think you'll forgive me when I inform you of just how wonderful life has been for me over the past 3 weeks. Granted, it's had a few down lows too, but mostly, life has been great!
I got a job.
That's right a real life, full fledged, bonafide job. And it's the best job in the world. Want a hint?
Check it out.
Not enough of a hint for you?
What about this?
Okay fine, here's one more picture.
Okay, I'm just going to tell you. I work at the Dinosaur Museum at Thanksgiving Point! Isn't that just the coolest job you can think of for a teenage girl (that's right, I'm not twenty yet) who's never worked a day before in her life?!
It totally is. And the best part . . . I'm the person that gets to climb around the exhibits cleaning them. I know it doesn't sound like the best job in the world, I'm a bit of a glorified janitor in some ways, but I can tell you, it is just the coolest job in the world. I love it to pieces. And that, dear friends is why I haven't blogged in 3 weeks and also why this post ends here. :)
A week ago, I wrote a post on what was one of the hardest days of my life. Feeling like the world was out to get me, I just wanted to crawl under my covers and pretend that I didn't exist.
A few people noticed my angst and sent encouraging emails filled with a desire to help, and while I did appreciate the emails, I failed to respond to them because I was far too busy to even think about it.
You see after my meltdown last week I went to my mom needing to find a solution to the problems I didn't feel like I could cope with. She presented several options that I had been unable to see and ultimately provided the one option that sent a ray of shinning hope through the clouds of despair that encircled me at that time. She suggested that maybe I stay home this semester, not go back to Ephraim and just take a few online classes to finish up my associates.
After careful deliberation, quite a few frustrating phone calls and an entire day of moving later, I can officially say that I have moved back home. And boy oh boy am I excited. As it turns out, the bad grades that had so devastated me only a week ago will in fact count towards my associates. In fact, I'm only 5 credits short of getting it right now. You have no idea the weight that has just been lifted off my young shoulders.
2012 was not my year, but so far, 2013 has started off with a really great kick and I'm highly excited to see what else it has to bring.
Sometimes, in life, there are times when everything is just perfect. When all seems to be going your way. Life is great. And then you wake up and reality sits in and you realize that there is another batch of fresh trials coming right at you and suddenly nothing is going your way and the entire universe seems out to get you.
That's basically how my day went today.
It's Christmas Break. I just finished one of the hardest semesters I've ever had to deal with and I just wanted a break. But today, after having a really good night full of really fantastic dreams, per usual, I found myself hit with three big problems. Consecutively.
The first was finding out that in the last load of laundry I did, a piece or two of gum had somehow escaped my notice and had been thrown in with my darks. As a result, a yet undetermined amount of clothing has been "gummified" meaning that at least two shirts now have patches of hardened gum sticking to them. I currently don't have the funds to replace these shirts, so it's particularly devastating.
Not five minutes after discovering this, I went into the kitchen where my family handed me a letter from my college. Upon opening it, I discovered that because of my failing grades (which I would find out were really bad about five minutes after reading this letter) I was now on academic suspension.
And then, as previously mentioned, I checked my grades. I have one A one B+ two D's and a big fat F. Needless to say, I feel like this entire semester that I struggled so hard with was a complete and utter waste of time.
Overall today started out good, but it has since progressed past the point of my ability to cope and now all I want to do is go back to bed and cry a little. Or find a magic wand and make all of these problems disappear.
Ugh. I hope this isn't an omen of how the next year is going to be. I don't think I can take it.
On a happier note, Merry belated Christmas. And Happy early New Year. May this year start off better for you than it has for me.
I'm a thinker. Sometimes it can be a problem like when I'm doing homework and I over think things. Other times, it can be a fun adventure as I see where my crazy mind will take me next.
Lately though, my mind's been focused more on my past and the experiences I had back then.
This may seem a tad egocentric, but I'm pretty stunning in a drop dead gorgeous way. And when I look at myself in a mirror and feel like I'm pretty it makes me wonder that if I had the ability to go back in time and see a past version of myself, one with no self esteem or confidence, if it would give me hope that I was going to make something of myself and it would be alright in the end.
Like I said, my mind's an interesting place. But I'm really glad it's mine.
At any rate, you may be wondering why all of this came about. In part, it's mainly due to this picture that I found online recently. It made me start wondering about myself and how I behave differently around my friends than I do my family because I'm never truly myself with either of them. I'm still looking for my "blue" and I need to stop.
This post has been kind of interesting. But I decided that it needed to be shared because I've decided to stop looking for my "blue". I'm going to be one instead.
Merry Christmas everyone, and for those of you in college like me, good luck on Finals.
The last two posts I have written have both included videos embedded on my blog. For whatever reason, the app that embeds videos seems to be glitchy and you can't play them on my blog. However, if you scroll your mouse over the video box, a link will appear in the top left hand corner that says; "Watch this video on YouTube". If you click that link, it will take you directly to the video that you've clicked on and you can watch it on the YouTube website. Sorry about that.
Before coming to college, I had been warned by an older cousin and of course TV that college had a thing called finals week which was essentially just full of pain and misery and all night cram-fests. Needless to say, I was terrified for my first finals week experience. But, this being my third finals week experience, I now know there is something much worse than finals week.
The week before finals week.
Finals week in itself isn't too bad. Not every class you take has a "final" and I've been really lucky and have only ever had one test in a day. This gives me nearly 24 hours to study (more if I wasn't a procrastinator), and that is good.
But the week before finals week is not as merciful. It is during this period of 5 consecutive school days that all heck seems to break loose. Every teacher you have ever had is cramming whatever they hadn't been able to assign/ teach down your throat in a mad effort to prepare you for whats coming. This means a lot of homework, a lot of tests and a lot of stress.
This week (being the week before finals week) I have had 4 major tests (They couldn't just smoosh all the information into the final next week?), 1 math project, a history paper (8 pages with footnotes. It almost killed me.), and plenty more. Long story short, almost every ounce of time that I have had in the past few days has gone into one of three things; studying, homework and doing my best not to procrastinate, which for me, almost takes up more energy than the other two.
As a result, my roommate has come back to the apartment more than once this week to find me completely unconscious on my bed with my headphones on, my computer open and in front of me and my cell phone still in my hand because I had been playing a word game on it right up to the point where I crashed.
The only thing that has gotten me through this week is the bleak knowledge that resistance is futile, and in exactly a week from today, I will finally be home with my family with actual food instead of the processed crap I've been eating, and just in time for the holiday traditions to kick into full gear.
On a brighter note, after finishing all I had energy to do today, I was on YouTube and found this video.
I was procrastinating a little bit when he called me out on it. Oh well, Calculus can wait till the morning. Right?
Hello Blogisphere. In answer to your question, no, I haven't forgotten about you. I've just been busy.
Thanksgiving was last week. Surprisingly, I didn't actually spend all that much time on the computer last week. So there wasn't much to report there. And with finals just around the corner, you can imagine how stressed out I am.
But through it all, I haven't forgotten about you. In fact, I've been scouring the funnies for you and I think you're going to like this.
I know my brothers do.
Give it up for . . . . *Drummroll* . . .
Dora the Explora.
Enjoy.
I promise I'll have something better sometime soon.
I love Saturdays. Being able to sleep in late, and not have to worry about school and the stresses that come with it. It's just the best day of all.
Today has been a particularly awesome Saturday though. This morning I woke up, opened the blinds and saw the beautiful wonderful awesome spectacle that is Snow. I'm not talking about Snow College, Snow. Although I did see that as well. I'm talking about the frozen version of rain that makes me smile. It finally snowed in po-dunk! It's just the best feeling ever!
We didn't get much Snow unfortunately. There's just a light dusting on the things that haven't moved in about 24 hours. But it was enough to make me smile and feel like it's almost the holiday season.
Happy first Snow in po-dunk day everyone. It's just the best!
I hope your Saturday was as awesome as mine, and if it wasn't, I hope your Sunday will be great instead.
Did you like the title? Yeah . . . I didn't think so. Sorry people but I just don't have the creative juices flowing at the moment. But I should be getting back on track within the next week or so. Stay tuned for that.
At any rate, it's the first of November and everyone knows what that means. That's right. It's Christmas chaos time. Everyone seems to think that Christmas chaos starts the day after Thanksgiving during the infamous "Black Friday" sale event. But no. Christmas chaos actually starts on the first of November when apparently all your friends and family ask you the most intimidating question of all time . . . "What. Do. You. Want. For. Christmas?"
(*shudder*)
Obviously, I'm exaggerating a little bit, but honestly, this year I just don't know. When I was a kid, I knew exactly what I wanted. But now I'm an "adult" and I can't play with the same toys I used to be able to. Now the toys I play with are much more expensive and have way more flashing lights.
If you have any advice for me, leave a comment because I have to tell you, I've been thinking about it for a few hours and asking around for longer than that, and I really just have absolutely no idea.
I've been having a hard time with life lately. It seems like everywhere I turn there is another problem to face, another mountain to climb (so to speak). With all the problems that I have and with all the time that each of these problems seem to take up, it's hard to see a positive side to life.
But then I get on Facebook and I read through all the posts that I've made throughout the months and I realize that there is an upside to my life.
