Monday, March 30, 2015

I feel so free

I still have some back dated things to post (THAT I'M WORKING ON WRITING) but I need to put in this brief interlude to let you guys know THAT I DROPPED MY STATS CLASS AND THIS IS THE HAPPIEST I HAVE BEEN IN SEVERAL WEEKS.

I called my mom, totally bawling, after taking 2 Xanax in an attempt to get through the freaking study guide for tomorrow's test and we both decided that my mental health is more important. I can suddenly breathe again. And everyone knows that once your mom says it's okay, it'r really okay and everything is so much better. Actually everything is just better after talking to your mom. It's just a fact of life. That, and snuggling a puppy, preferably your own.

So, thanks mom for being cool with it, and AHH I FEEL SO FREE. I immediately told all of my roommates about how happy I know am, still crying slightly and my face all red and they are all extremely excited for me.

So, a note for all of you kids out there. Mental health is more important and there are some really terrible teachers out there so watch out.

Also, love you mom.


Monday, March 16, 2015

The skittle challenge

Okay, so this happened like 3 weeks ago and I’m just now getting it written. Everything will be sort of back dated for a little while. I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY LATELY.

So on Saturday night (3 weeks ago) we were having dinner (Me, little brother, mom, dad, Allen-who-is-little-brother’s-friend, and Cady-who-is-my-friend-and-happens-to-be-Allen’s-little-sister).
We were discussing the disappearance of a certain 54oz. bag of skittles from our kitchen counter… 

Exhibit A

Little brother just shrugged and said, “It’s in my room.” Something happened next though I can’t remember what, but in the end it culminates to my father saying, “It’s not like the flavors mean anything. You can’t tell.” Cady immediately piped in, “I can tell.” quietly, as little brother huffed in indignation, announcing that he also could tell the difference. Thus, the challenge was born.

It was mom who suggested it. I blind taste test. I gathered dish towels to blindfold them while little brother waded through his trash heap of a room to find them (he’s been sleeping in my bedroom because his is such a mess. Seriously. That’s a sign.) I, of course, could not participate because I’m off sugar and skittles are basically little balls of pure sugar dyed different colors.

One at a time I gave each of them a different colored skittle, holding it up so my dad could mark down what they really had, before letting them eat it.

It was a brilliant system. I made up a little chart and everything (pictured at the bottom) that he recorded everything on. They would hold up their color before eating it so that we could compare, etc.

The results were as follows:
Cady: 5/5
Little Brother: 0/5

Little brother guessed red twice and was wrong both times.
He is terrible.


Friday, March 13, 2015


I apologize for my lack of correspondence, life has been CRAZY.
But I have many stories in the bank (including the results of those 2 terrible papers...) and hopefully I'll be posting soon. As in tomorrow.


Monday, March 2, 2015

The night from hell, Part 8

And it's only 1:35! 25 minutes ahead of schedule. I have completed two, five page papers today and am now going to bed.
That is all.


The night from hell, Part 7

I skipped right over the completion of page three. I was on a roll. But I'm starting to drag... I'm going to have to wrap this up quick before I lose all mental capability. The weird thing is that I'm not really tired. Just tired of thinking. Hypothetically I could probably stay up for another 2 hours and watch a movie (not that I'm going to.)


The night from hell, Part 6

I'm zipping right along! But I'm getting a little tired... Maybe a snack... A snack? Definitely a snack. But what to have for my snack?
I've been eating a lot of fresh fruit with sugar-free cool whip. It satisfied the sugar craving without ruining the sugar ban I have placed upon myself. Strawberries and blueberries are my favorite.

It's a fabulous alternative to ice cream. But I don't think that's what I want right now... This is so difficult. This is much more difficult than the actual paper. Ugh.


Sunday, March 1, 2015

The night from hell, Part 5

If I can do a page every half hour then I'll be done by two. That is my goal. And then I'll get up at ten. It'll be fine. I'll be fine. This will be my mantra for the next two hours.
*I'll be fine*
*I'll be fine*
*I'll be fine*
*I'll be fine*