Little Change of Pace

That's right everyone, its time for a little change.

Because we're waiting (waitiiiiiinng) waiting on the world to change. Well, not so much the world, but definitely what I normally do with these blog posts. It will be a "Serious Wednesday" a la Jon Acuff (google it). But its not quite Wednesday. And calling something a "Manic Monday" anything is just cliche and silly for something as usually fun and upbeat as this blog. Soooo.. I will just call it a:

"Deal-with-me-for-just-one-minute-and-I-promise-I-will-be-funny-again-soon" post. Now doesn't that roll off the tongue nicely?

You see, I haven't posted a blog in a few weeks. In fact, when I typed in blogspot, my computer (that remembers everything) didn't even fill in "blogspot" for me. And it should have. But why didn't it?

Because things have really sucked lately. Royally sucked.

Bypassing the medical issues that have gone on (don't worry, I'm fine) and some of the other things. I have been really sad. And when I say sad, I mean quite pathetic and emotional. Feeling inadequate and left-out only tips the iceberg of the crazy mess that I've made myself.  I find myself spending most of my daily life finding reasons to be upset. Because it can't really be me. It has to be something else. I'm tired. I'm hungry. I'm cold. That guy said something stupid. That person hurt my feelings. I got a bad grade on my final. I'm stressed.

No one wants to be funny when they're sad. Its hard to put on a game face when you just want to crawl under a rock. You need to look decent and presentable for public viewing.

To be honest, I have no idea where I am going with this entire blog post. I really didn't want it to be just a sad whine-fest before I hit "publish". I was just kind of hoping that God would inspire me to come up with a moral to this little story.

But see, I am already presentable for God's viewing. I don't have to put on a game face to be face-to-face with Jesus. I am going through this for a reason. And God may or may not have been testing me with it, but He will definitely get me through it. He gave me a wonderful Mom and boyfriend who have been worried about me this week. He gave me the ability to get up from the dirt. And he gave me His Son to die for my salvation.

That's a lot to ask for. But I didn't have to. Because God loves me now matter how crazy or upset or angry I can get.

That sounds like a pretty good moral to this story. I'll try not to be gone so long next time. And then I'll be funny again.

The Past School Year

So its finals week, which means I should be studying obsessively. But I'm not... I'm slowly waiting for the tylenol to kick in and letting the sweat on my clothes dry. Its a hot May day in Louisiana, which means I get to get 2 outfits dirty per day. One for the morning, and one for the afternoon!

Yeah, letting you know my wardrobe schedule and my proper glandular function was not the purpose of this blog. This quick little post was about what has gone on this school year. Because while in May, it feels like the 2 semesters went by very quick, they seemed to take forever when it was February. So lets just see what all has happened since last fall.

Got back from 2nd Guatemala trip.
Talked about said trip for about... forever.
Chavo met my parents.
Parents loved the Chavo.
Got a job at Starbucks.
Worked obsessively.
Tried to take Chemistry.
Church drama.
Dropped Chemistry.
Took 2 night classes.
Got to know the Chavo.
Helped the Chavo with seminary stuff.
Took a spanish placement test and figured out I could graduate early.
Decided to go back to Guatemala for winter break.
Raised money obsessively.
Made good friends with my Life Group girlies.
Bugged my parents about Guatemala.
Begged Chavo to come to Guatemala with me.
Chavo saw his sister get married in Guatemala, and therefore HAD to be there while I was there.
Trip #3.
Saw El Zapotillo for the first time.
Heard real, live, monkeys in the wild for the first time.
Learned spanish (for the most part).
Changed my major.
Obsessed about Guatemala some more.
Quit Starbucks.
Got a job babysitting.
Drama.
18 hours of class a week.
Wrote 7 papers in one semester.
Chavo and I fought a lot, and then we made up.
Got to see Chavo in seminary twice!
Chavo came to the hometown a few times.
Chavo and I went to New Orleans.
Silly thyroid stuff happened.
Started the Insanity Workout program.
Quit the Insanity Workout program.
Did more biology homework.
Chavo went to New York City without me.
Wrote 3 major papers in a week.
And now... finals.

Wow, that's a lot for just 9 months. I feel productive now! What happened to you for the last 9 months? For real, I want to know! I promise I'll read the comments after finals are over... Maybe.

Most embarrassing moment of my life

For those that are friends of mine on Facebook, you know that the most embarrassing thing happened to me today. It will rival any embarrassment you've ever felt. No one has been more embarrassed than I am right now. Its worse than America's Funniest Home Videos, People of Walmart, or anything that Lamebook that can ever come up with.

Well, today, I decided to dress up for my last day of classes. I curled my hair, painted my toenails, and put on a pretty sundress for classes. A pretty, white sundress.

I have a history quiz today, so roommate and I decided to study for said quiz. We sat in the library, I drank a Diet Coke, and we stayed there until history started. When it was time to leave, I had finished my Diet Coke, and we left the library to go to class. We were walking through the quad (a big open area, full of students, for those who don't know what a "quad" is), and I had to burp. It was right behind my throat. Roommate and I were laughing about it. I tried to shake it out of my esophagus, so I gallopped and jumped around the quad whilst walking to class. But it was all for naught.

But that was when the most embarrassing, horrible, terrible event occurred.

While walking (with a few people watching, I might add), I felt it.

It was on my behind... A breeze.

A breeze on my behind...

I looked around, and the back of my sundress had been pinned under my backpack from my gallopping and jumping. My whole, wide butt was exposed for the whole, wide quad to see.

and I started laughing out of humiliation. Roommate was confused. I took off running (after pulling my dress down) and ran from the crowd behind me, now blinded by my lily-white tuchus. And the laughing... inspired my burping.

So there I was, laughing, belching, nearly crying while tightly pulling my dress around my knees...

There is a moral to this story, but the humiliation is still too fresh for me to find it. I'm sure its something to do with pride and vanity. But I'm still too red-faced to care. I hesitate to even write this to you. But see, the thing is, that's what I'm all about, as you read in the last post. I laugh at myself to allow others to laugh with me.

And now, I would kindly like all of you to write what you think in the comments section, and never mention this again...