Christmas Time is Here!

I love Christmas. I've loved Christmas since I was a little girl. I remember my dad loving Christmas. Every Christmas eve we would read the story of Christ's birth before going to bed early so Santa could come then on Christmas morning we would all sit by the door waiting for mom to get up while dad made biscuits and gravy for breakfast. Christmas music always played and the house always smelled like pumpkin pie. But my mom and dad divorced years ago and Christmas hasn't been like that for me since I was twelve. I have always been sad about that. But I discovered this year that all those good memories that I have of Christmas are memories that I can carry with me and even carry on to my own family. I do love Christmas. And what is more important than the music and the smells or even the stories are what Christmas means and what we truly celebrate. Christ was born to save us all and Christmas is a time to spend together as a family to utilize the sacrifice he made and to celebrate and give thanks. I am so happy for the wonderful life I have, the wonderful memories of past, and the wonderful future I am so excited for.

I Destroyed the Plague...You're Welcome.

So, I live in an apartment with five other women. You would think that it would be so clean, because stereotypically women are clean. Keyword: Stereotypically. I hate stereotypes. Our apartment is disgusting 6/7 days of the week. And depending on your standards you could push that to 7/7 days of the week. I am super OCD about being clean and this creates a dilemma. It truly does. Like being terrified of catching the black plague from our bathroom, because I'm pretty sure it carried it. But no more my friends, no more. I have saved myself, and the rest of the world, the trouble of having to come up with a vaccine for the plague by destroying it before it spread. The bathroom is clean! It is a miracle!

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

FINALS ARE OVER MY FRIENDS!!! What? You thought I was talking about Christmas?!?! Psh...Christmas is only half the reason I love December. The other half is getting out of school and never having to look back at this place that makes me do horrible unspeakable acts of homework again. Or at least not for 4 weeks, which is almost forever. My finals are over. Can I get a hallelujah? I can finally focus solely on life and not lock myself up studying all the flippin' time. And to inspire you to do the same. This is how I'm feeling today:

Welcome to Logan

Where your nose hairs freeze half the year! This week has been so flippin' cold. I got on the bus yesterday morning at 7 (I had a horrible horrible final) and the bus driver goes "Fun fact everyone: It is currently -16 degrees outside, Happy finals week!". He clearly has a different definition of fun than me. It was so cold. I'm just glad I don't live in Russia I would die.
On other notes. I saw the movie Frozen. So so so cute! I liked it more than Tangled which is saying something.
Finals week is upon us. Monday was my worst day and it is over! Yay! Now I just have to survive the rest of the week so that I can go home. Home is good. Home is where my best friend is. And I miss him. I also don't have to think about school again for four whole weeks. Those weeks are going to be glorious!

The Most Awkward Laundry Experiences

At my apartment building we have a laundry room, a community laundry room because I was too cheap to find an apartment with it's own washing machine so now I community launder with the rest of the wonderful citizens of Continental. It's a laundry party. There is one problem with our wonderful community laundering experience: I am a woman and sometimes there are men. In fact statistically it's probably 50% of the time if there is someone in the laundry at the same time as me it's going to be a man. I feel like laundry rooms should be like bathrooms; we should have one for women and one for men. I mean honestly I have more privacy in the bathroom then I do in the laundry room, which now that I think about it is probably how it should be. But it's so awkward to be sitting there all puttin' my laundry in the washer and in walks a man, usually a friendly one too. Then they want to talk to you and it's all like yes please continue conversing with me about how warm it is today while I subtly try to stick my bra here between my two pairs of jeans and smuggle it into the washer without you noticing. I love when that happens! It's like the best moment of my life. The laundry room is not like online dating we don't go there with the purpose of meeting someone we go there to put clothes in the washer. And I just want to do it alone!

I Am Alive. And Incredibly Happy Too!

The month of November has definitely been an interesting one folks. But it has been so amazing!! I am very happy to say that N is home from his mission and I love him. A lot. Like more than I ever thought possible. He is pretty amazing you guys. This month has been crazy I feel like it has gone by so quickly! It is already the nineteenth and December is quickly approaching. Christmas is upon us! I love Christmas and this Christmas is going to be the best Christmas yet and I am very excited for it. Even if I am incredibly poor because my work is cutting my hours back drastically. I'm looking for a new job. Looking for a new job is not fun. On the positive side I have had multiple job interviews so hopefully I find something soon. Until then I just get to be poor. It's a fun life. I should be concerned but I just can't find it in me because I am so so so happy! Life is good! Go eat some ice-cream for me.

The Awkwardness of Not Being a Parent

I have been to two baby showers in my entire existence. One was when I was in high school and I had two young women's leaders who were due about a week apart. That baby shower really was like a party to me because the young women had been invited so I just sat at the "young peoples" table and talked about clearly not babies. I was completely oblivious to any other conversation that could have been going on. Which is why I was completely unprepared for what was to come. The second baby shower I've gone to was last week, and it was for my beautiful "sister-in-law". Do you know what people talk about at baby showers?!? Not fun things people. Not fun things. I am terrified to have children now. I don't want to go through labor. It sounds terrifying and horrible and disgusting. And then there are repercussions for months afterwards. Horrible, horrible repercussions. Why does anyone want to do this? Why can't men have babies? I'd much rather they do it than me. Just sayin'. The only good I found in this is that women do do this. And then they do it again. And again. And sometimes again. So, there must be something pretty amazing about having a baby that makes all that misery okay to deal with. I'm not saying I'd like to jump on the pregnancy band wagon anytime soon but I am really glad to have family and friends who have gone before me to show me that even though they pretend it's horrible it is still a pretty amazing thing. And I can't wait to meet my little nephew or niece.

Living is a Side Effect of Death

Should I be doing my homework? Yes. But if I was always doing my homework when I was supposed to be you would never read anything on here ever. Life is crazy friends! I feel like I am moving in fast forward and I am not sure how I like it yet. It's already the middle of October! Didn't this month just start? I have too much to do and too little time to do it in. I could really use that time machine now, for purposes other than becoming a pregnant teenager (long story-some of you will get it).
In other news I have recently discovered a few things about myself that I was unaware of until this last week or so:
1. I am terrified of being an astronaut. (If you haven't seen the movie gravity it's really good).
2. I am a bit of a hypochondriac and I believe doctors are the closest thing to angels you could possibly get. This explains why my mom always waited days after I told her I needed to see a doctor before she took me.
3. I'm slightly night blind. It's cool, I haven't died yet so I should be fine. My grandma is night blind and she's been driving at night for years now. If she can do it then so can I.
4. I tried a plum for the first time. Well, it was a dried plum but it still counts. (This isn't something new I discovered about myself I just wanted you to know).
Life is cRaZy!! I have two assignments due by the end of today another due tomorrow and a test due Wednesday. I looooove school soooooooo much. Not to mention I really need to get caught up on a bunch of stuff before the end of this month or I'm going to hate my life. More than I currently do.
Au Revoir peeps! (I think that means good bye but I'm not sure because I don't speak French).

Mount Doom

When my bedroom starts to look like Mount Doom you know it's been a stressful few weeks. It's getting pretty bad. I can barely get into my closet anymore. But what fun would it be to clean it up?

For your viewing pleasures:

In other news...you know that history test that gave me nightmares. I GOT A FLIPPIN' A!!!!! I never saw that coming, not in a million years.

OcToBeR!!!!

Peeps! We are now in the month of October! It took long enough to get here! This is what I feel like inside, don't get too many ideas though. I am soooo not this flexible. But I AM SO FLIPPIN' EXCITED!!! It's going to be a great month folks! 27 MORE DAYS!!