Every year they get together at around 6pm and stay until midnight to welcome the new year with eachother.  It's actually pretty awesome.  I know what you're thinking.  Church?  Fun?  On New Years Eve?  Puh-lease!!  But for real.  It's great.  What better place to be than with your family, friends, your brother and sisters in Christ and acknowledging God into the next year?!?!  There are games, activities, FOOD, DESSERT, babies, wacky children and more importantly...no drama (you know what I mean...the kind of drama where you boyfriend's x-girlfriend shows up unexpectedly to trash YOUR party or where you boyfriend's bestfriend's girlfriend is drunk off her a** and talking smack to everybody.  Or the kind where the night ends in someone being unconscience).  That is an example of how NOT to spend new years.  In my opinion of course.

Anyways...this is going to be an awesome year.  I just know it!  Especially since I want it to be!!  Last year was such a "blah" year to me.  And RIDICULOUSLY hard.  School wise, I mean.  And I know this semester is going to be even MORE of a challenge, but at least they're courses that pertain to my major.  No more calculus crap, no more physics crap, no more english crap or foreign languageness, it's all Chemistry and Biology from here.  Sooo excited.  Wait, have I mentioned how excited I am?!?!  PFFF.  I'm also excited for the relationships I'm going to build with my friends.  My discipleship group.  Getting better from my eating disorder.  Fully healing and recovering mentally.  Appreciating my family more.  Hanging out more with my big brother (because he's pretty awesome).  Getting a dog.  Possibly.  As soon as I get a job to pay for it's shots and food and stuff and junk.  What else to pets need?  Playing piano more.  Getting a boyfriend.  It's time for one of those.  Aceing all my classes.  Staying up late in the library with my friends drinking starbucks through the wee-hours of the night.  I'm just TOTALLY excited!  This years going to be different.  It's going to be great.  Because I want it to be.  But I've already said that.

Everytime I'm beggining to feel just the least bit normal, life has a funny way of reminding me how much of a dork I am.  I was in Alkek and pressed the elevator button to go down to the lobby.  (in all fairness I was listening to my ipod and not really paying attention).  I saw the light go on that signals the elevator door is going to open and I instinctively looked down to the floor waiting for my turn to enter the elevator.  By the time its my turn to enter, the elevator door decides to shut on me.  I run my forehead right into it making a huge resounding thud.  O' BRUH-ther!  Thank God only one person saw!  But I was WAY embarrassed. 

Then later that day, I go to catch the campus loop bus up to LBJ.  As I'm walking towards the Quad, while talking on my cell, I see Doug in the distance waiting for it too.  Although I'm talking on my cell phone-(which I realize now was not smart on my part seeing as how I'm one tracked minded)-I'm simultaneously thinking, "Okay, I'll sit by him...someone I know."  Well, walking down the aisle I don't end up sitting by him, but I happen to sit in the most God-forsaken seat ever! (apparently there was a slight leakage of water that fell on the seat).  To top it off, there was some annoying chic who took it upon herself to rub it in as much as possible..."UM, THAT SEAT'S ALL WET!  THAT THING IS LEAKING ON TOP OF IT! SEE?!  THERE'S WATER ON THE SEAT! BLAH-BLAH-BLAH! BLAH-BLAH! BLAH-BLAH!"  OMG, shut up!  It's just water!!  (She was acting like I just sat on acid or something)!  Who the hell was she anyways? The bus police?!?!  Does she know how much pressure are in the tires too?!?!  Did she check the engine before she came in?!?!  GOODNESS.

Finally, Kara gives me a ride home-(because she's a total sweetheart)-after my last class.  She drops me off in the front of Whataburger on slaughter right next to my car, right?  I place my coffee cup on the top of the car first, open the passenger door, then, I throw my tote-bag and backpack in first.  I climb into my car and rev the engine.  As I'm about to put my gear in drive Kara starts honking at me like a crazy person.  What could it be?  So I start to take off and she's honking and waving still like a crazy person.  I get out to go to her door (she let down the window) and she says, "Wierdo, you left your coffee mug on your car!"  Honestly, it didn't surprise me.  I already had two "goof-ups" that day...what's another one?

Nothing exciting happened today.  For once.  I could complain about somethings though.  But I'm trying to stop.  Lately I've been voicing my complaints a little more than I've ever practiced before.  And as outspoken as I am, that was always a big no no in my book.  People that complain are sooo annoying.  They make me want to vomit.  I've always been concientious of that.  Complaining I mean.  But now, I've been careless and have let my mouth run a little more than it should becoming the very thing I hate.  I should stop.  Like five minutes ago.

Oh I remember!  This is actually really funny.  Have you ever found a bruise or scratch on your body somewhere that you don't remember getting?  You just happen to look in the mirror and suddenly discover a mark that you don't remember taking part in?  Well, something not quite like that happened to me the other day.  So let me explain:

So I went to a fall retreat over the weekend and one night while lying on my bed I caught a glimpse of my feet and almost barfed (because they were in dire need of a pedicure).  My nails were long and jagged and crooked and ridgety.  My soles were hard and crusty and needed some major lotioning.  I just couldn't believe that I let myself go out on this trip before running some nail clippers through my toes!  How EMBARRASSING.  (It's just that I haven't had any time with school and stuff to be worrying what my feet look like, you know?)  Anyways, I wake up this morning and my feet have never been sooo beautiful in my whole entire life.  And I don't remember giving myself a pedicure!  I woke up thinking I would wear sandals that day, and then quickly rescinded that thought because I remember the hideousness of my feet at the retreat, when....low and behold!  My feet were beautiful!!  But who dunnit?  I didn't. An angel of mercy, perhaps?  haha.  Funny, huh?