I am a Terrible Person Who Does Terrible Things & I Hate History

I have been up since 4:30 this morning, and in between 12 and 4:30 when one might think sleeping sounds nice my body was being plagued by nightmares of my history test. I got like 12.5 minutes of sleep last night you guys! It's going to be a very hard day. I've decided to write a blog post right now for who knows what reason because it's not going to make sense and if it does make sense it's probably going to be one of those posts I look back on and contemplate hitting the delete button. I have no idea why I do the things I do.
I just finished my history test, exactly 15 minutes ago. It was horrible! Why do I need history? I keep wondering this. I'm a social work major, I don't really think I need to know why Britain rose to power. Besides that, most of my academic career all I do is memorize things, regurgitate them, and then forget them. History will be no different, I'm not even going to remember any of this stuff. I really hate history. Reading a history book is like reading the medical encyclopedia for me. NONE OF IT MAKES ANY SENSE! Which is why studying was a stressful nightmare and it literally gave me nightmares. I didn't sleep at all last night. When I woke up, for like the gazillionth time, at 4:30 I finally gave up and just started studying some more. If I don't get at least a 70 on this exam I'm going to cry.
I ditched my practice class this week you guys. I ditched it to go to Crystal Hot Springs, which is basically a really big hot tub. And I don't regret anything. I am a terrible human being. A terribly irresponsible human being. But it's the first time I have ditched a class this semester, which is pretty awesome considering I sort of have a history of ditching class.
I killed a man's motorcycle yesterday. Okay, kill is exaggerating, I barely tapped it. And it didn't look like anything was wrong at all, no scratches or anything. I put a note on it and then left and now I feel like a criminal. I am feeling extremely guilty about hitting his bike. I'm trying not to but I feel really bad. And now I have anxiety that any second he is going to call me and tell me his bike is irreparable and that it's all my fault and that I should die. I am not kidding that's literally what I've been thinking he will say, I am really scared.
I am a terrible terrible person you guys, and now I'm going to go eat a hot pocket and cry myself into a nap.
On the positive-September is almost over!!!

Just Me, Avoiding my Homework

You guys want to see a beautiful picture?

That there is my LITTLE chain!! Look how little it is! Remember waaaaay back when it stretched through the entire living room. It's sooooo small now! 43 links. There are only 43 links left. Do you know what that means 43 MORE DAYS!!! That's less than two months!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!! I just needed you to see this. That's all. I love you all! -Except for the people who come here from random sights and have no idea what I'm even talking about-I don't really love you, don't get me wrong I'm sure if given the chance we would be great friends but seeing as I've never met you and will never even know you are reading this we don't have much of a chance. But everyone else, I love you!! And I'm sorry but you get to put up with this for 43 more days. But at least it's only 43 MORE DAYS!!!!!!

Count Your Blessings, Name them or At Least 1,000 of Them

This week I was reading the Ensign, church magazine, and their was an article titled "1,000 Things to Be Grateful For". In the article Elder Romney talks about his daughter having a school assignment to write an essay on 100 things she is grateful for. She ends up going above and beyond the requirement and coming up with 1,000 things. Well, anyone who knows me knows I complain, A LOT. In reality I shouldn't because I have so much in life to be grateful for. So, I decided to accept this article as my own personal challenge and come up with 1,000 things to be grateful for. All I do at work all day is make phone calls so I figured that's when I will write up my list and it shouldn't take me too long. It is actually a lot harder than it seems. I only have like 200 so far! I know I have a lot to be grateful for I just can't remember what it all is...

Here's the link to the article (in case you were interested) http://www.lds.org/ensign/2013/09/1000-things-to-be-thankful-for?lang=eng

Sometimes I Do Very Stupid Things

This last week was awesome. Just awesome. No, it really wasn't that bad, besides the whole being blinded and embarrassed in front of an attractive man. On Friday I got a flat tire. That was very exciting. And of course I had no idea what to do because I know less than nothing about vehicles. My knowledge of my car goes as far as I press this lever with my foot and it goes and I press this lever with my foot and it stops. So I do what I always do when I am in crisis mode and I called my "sister" who brought my brother in law down to change my tire. They take really good care of me. On other notes I have a paper due in about six hours that I have yet to do because (I believed) I didn't have the textbook yet and I have been waiting for it to come in the mail. I have been freaking out for the last hour about how in the world I was going to write my paper without the book when I realized the book arrived almost two weeks ago. Yes, I really just did that. My life rocks you guys. On the positive I can now stop freaking out about how I'm going to write that paper and start freaking out about whether I will get it written in time. But at least I know I have the book now?

Blinded By the Light

Today I went to the eye doctor. It was a typical visit. I haven't seen my eye doctor in a year. You know you're prescription is memorable when the doctor pulls your file up on the computer and goes "oh...I remember you!". Yep, that's me. It was a less than exciting trip, but honestly I really don't mind going to the eye doctor, it's kind of fun even. Today he dilated my eyes though. I haven't had my eyes dilated in a while but I don't remember it being that terrible. The trouble is he also has to numb my eyes in order to, well I actually don't really know why he numbs my eyes but he does. So, my eyes are dilated and numb and heavy (the numbing stuff makes my eyelids feel heavy). Any responsible person would then leave the doctors office with her designated driver. But who ever said I was responsible? I still thought I could drive! I got outside in a complete daze (dilation makes your eyes sensitive to light) and couldn't find my car or even my way to the parking lot from the door. Some really sweet man came over and asked if I was okay or lost and I told him I couldn't really see so I couldn't find my car. Probably not the right thing to say because then he looked very shocked and was all "you can't see? and you are looking for your car? are you going to drive your car?!?!?". Oops. Yes. I explained that it was just the sun and I had sunglasses in the car and he helped me find my car. He was really nice and genuinely concerned for my safety, or for the safety of everyone I would encounter anyways. I really shouldn't have been driving though I'm surprised I didn't die. Don't worry, I made it home and my eyes are mostly recovered now. Moral: Felicia needs to be a little more responsible about her "special eye condition".

A Not So Surprising Confession

Anyone who knows me knows I love to people watch and along with that comes what I call people listening. However, most people know "people listening" as eavesdropping and it is most commonly frowned upon in our society. In my opinion, you shouldn't have a conversation in public without expecting other people to listen in. I won't judge you if you listen to what I'm saying, you might judge me when you are done hearing it, but I won't judge you for listening. People listening is one of my favorite past times. I've heard people breaking up with each other, I've heard awkward stories about pregnant spouses, today I heard a girl call her boyfriend fat in a not so subtle way (she thought it was pretty subtle, I'm sure). Storytime? The conversation went like this:
Girl: So, I think you should take a P.E. class.
Guy: Really? Like badminton or dancing?
Girl: I was thinking something more active...
Guy: Woah! Okay...ya...I see where this is going...thanks a lot.
Girl: No, no, no! I just meant maybe it would be fun...we could do it together...?
I had to try not to laugh. People tend to not like it when you listen to their conversations, they like it even less when you start laughing at them. But it was really funny!

Everyone Needs a Theme Song

I have picked my theme song for this semester, and maybe for the next few semesters, or perhaps life in general. But right now this is how I'm feeling and this is what's getting me through the day. The movie is Princess and the Frog for those of you who don't know, you probably all know, who am I kidding, why would I be friends with you if you didn't? :) Enjoy!