Spring break...

Spring break was fun.
ish.
I didn't really do anything interesting.
But just everything added up was great.
I'm glad to be back to school.
It's a bit more relaxing at school than it is at home.
Probably because whenever I go home,
the twin plans every single day for me and there is never a spare moment.
I was house sitting this weekend.
Which I thought would be fun.
But I was also babysitting two high maintenance dogs and a cat.
They about drove me absolutely crazy.

true story...

Talk to yourself...

Today I had to memorize a clip from a movie for my Spanish class.

I had it all translated, 

so all I had left to do was to memorize the Spanish.

As I was walking to breakfast, 

I was saying it to myself.

I realized that I looked completely insane.

I had it all completely memorized, 

but when we got in front of the class,

I cracked.

I only said about half my lines,

and I cut off the other person.

I. hate. public. speaking.

Oh well.

Sleep is so nice...

My roommate has been sick for the past three days.
She has a coughing illness.
I like to call it a death cough.
She typically wakes up in the middle of the night and coughs like she is dying for about an hour.
I cannot sleep while she is cough dying.
So I lie on my back thinking of all the things that I could do to get to sleep.
I could go to the couch in the lobby.
Too much effort.
I could put a pillow over my head.
Too claustrophobic.
I could put my headphones in.
I tried this and it didn't help because I could still hear here.
So yesterday,
after about 15 minutes of her death coughing,
I sat up and sigh-growled really loudly.
It worked.
For about two hours.
Last night,
I decided that the only way for me to get sleep is to take some sleep medicine so I will just pass out.
So I took some NyQuil and some Benedryl.
I didn't have the cup you measure the NyQuil in,
so I guesstimated by just drinking straight out of the bottle.
It worked.
I slept all through the night.
However,
I woke up with a horrendous stomach ache.
I don't really know what happened,
but it went away after about an hour.

Cat lady?

I'm a thief...

The first time I stole something was when I was about 10 years old.
I was at a Vacation Bible School at a Baptist church.
We were making crafts that they would give to other less fortunate kids.
There was this really cute blue bee that I really really wanted.
But we were only supposed to make stuff for the kids and then put what we didn't use back where it went.
So I took the bee.
I put it in my pocket initially,
but I knew they would find it if they searched me.
(I was a bit paranoid)
So I stuffed it into my sneaker.
It was quite uncomfortable and every time I walked I was reminded of the sin I was committing.
I wanted to give it back but I knew they would know I stole it if I did that.
So I walked around miserably until the end of the program.
I even won a pack of juggling balls in a contest,
which would normally make me super excited,
but I was feeling so guilty that I could barely even smile.
When my mom finally got there to pick me up I finally fessed up to my crime.
Well sort of.
I pulled that blue bee out of my sneaker and said to my mom,
"I found this on the ground mom!
We need to take it back to the craft section!"
She looked at me and replied,
"You can just keep it,
I don't think they need it."
To which I emphatically stated that it must go back to the craft section.
So she walked me over to the lady who did the crafts and I held it out to her.
The lady looked at me and said,
"Would you like to keep it?"
Of course I said yes.
I still have that bee to this day.
I can still feel the guilt being lifted off of me.
I could never ever steal anything ever again.
I'm still haunted by that bee that was to go to less fortunate children.
I stole someone's happiness.