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!

One Week Down. Fourteen More to Go.

What a crazy month! I haven't posted, please forgive me the three people who read this, actually we are down to two I think, if that. August has been the most insane busy month ever. And I'm afraid with school and my life the way it is I might only get around to posting once a month. But I promise to post at least that and I will really try to post a little more often than that. This schedule is just really hard to work around and it's going to take some time to get a routine down.
We have moved! It's so great, mostly because I don't have to worry about wanting to murder the girl living down the hall. And our new roommates seem pleasant enough. Moving in was an absolute mess. Our manager is less than organized so that was a party, but we survived and here we are.
 School started this week. I am a JUNIOR! It feels so weird to be this far along. It doesn't seem that long ago that I was moving away to college. It's been a great trip and I'm so exciting for these next two years! It has been the most exhausting week, though. My schedule is super sporadic with classes in the morning, classes at night, and everything else in between -plus work. I'm still getting used to it and it's definitely tiring me out. I feel as though I have packed an entire semester into this one suuuuuper long week. It's been a roller coaster of emotions from wanting to curl into a ball, to being so excited about how great my classes seem, to wondering why I'm even in college. BUT there is no where else I would rather be and sometimes you just have to stop and remind yourself to enjoy the chaos, because in my life there is always some form of chaos and at least this form is good.
I love my classes! I really do. This semester is already causing me more stress than any of my other semesters put together but I really really like my classes. With the exception of social stats, it's like words pretending to be math. I don't understand. But I even kind of like my history class, the teacher is kind of odd which inspires me to pay more attention which is good. It's going to be a very exhausting, very interesting, very stressful, very wonderful semester and I am actually really excited for it.
We are two days from September and I am finally starting to feel the countdown. You know what I mean. October is so so close! And I am so so excited! And scared! And sometimes I feel like puking! But I am so glad because my favorite person in the whole wide world is coming home and I can't wait! It's finally hitting me you guys and soon we are going to be hitting that stage where it's all I ever talk about so please forgive me now because I know it's going to happen and I won't be feeling very apologetic when it does.
Life is good! Crazy crazy good!

A Week of Interesting Developments

First off, you are going to hate me because I titled this post a week of interesting developments but I'm not going to tell you what any of those developments are. Some of them aren't my secrets to tell, others are much too personal to tell. Isn't life a bummer? This week has been an adventure. One of my really good friends had her farewell, a month early, and I got to hang out and see some people that I haven't in awhile which was kind of fun. You know me, I love people!

Llama Fest!

Last weekend we went to llama fest and it was so so so so much fun!!! I got to pet lots of llamas and watch a llama race and hang out with some of the best people I know. So, for your enjoyment I am posting pictures. 

 Ka, Me, and K

 Our game faces are on.

 His breathe was really smelly

 Me and K waiting for the llama race to start!

The Krishna temple, soooo pretty!

It's a Good Day for a Concussion

Last week my "family" had a reunion up at the Lake. It was so much fun! I was sad to have to come home and go back to work. We ate lots of yummy food, played many a games (most of which I won), and were on the boat for 3/4 of the time we were there. Boating for me is a unique experience because I was once terrified of water, absolutely terrified. You couldn't get me anywhere near a boat let alone in a boat. But all that changed in the last four years and I love to go boating now. It probably has a lot to do with my "family's" enthusiasm towards all things water related, it's kind of contagious. And learning to swim my senior year, which is credited to my "sister". Last summer I learned to wake board and while I'm not sure I totally love it I really do like it. I think more than liking the actually sport I love that I can do it and that I am not afraid. It's exhilarating to know you've conquered something inside you that was holding you back from fully enjoying this beautiful world. The bad thing about wake-boarding are the falls, they hurt a lot. And since I'm still pretty new to it, and still learning, I tend to fall a lot. This week I totally face planted it hitting an edge and had the wind knocked out of me. My "brother" had to pull me out of the water and my head felt like a ton of bricks on my shoulders. Don't worry, all is good now and I can't wait to do it again!