So I know the whole point of a blog is to like talk about your life, and keep people updated or whatever. And I also know that I happen to do a really really really bad job of actually posting stuff on here until WAYYYYYY after its happened so you hear things a little (a lot) late. My bads. So now that we've gotten that out of the way, are y'all ready to hear whats been going on in my life? I just now realized that there's no way for me to get an instant response from you AND I really don't care if you want me to tell you, because I'm gonna go ahead and tell you anyway. You can continue reading if you so choose, but I'll leave that up to you.
So lets start where I last left off, around my birthday. Florida boy was supposed to come up and visit me. He promised me that he was gonna come up and visit me for my birthday. So I took off work for that whole week, because that's when he was supposed to come visit me. (If you haven't figured it out by now he did not come visit me.) He didn't even tell me that he wasn't coming. I asked him what time I needed to be at the airport to pick him up, like a day or two before he said he was coming, and he said that I didn't need to pick him up, because he wasn't coming. Apparently he had never bought the plane ticket. He told me that he couldn't afford to come, which would've been fine, had it actually have been true and had he given me like some actual notice that he wasn't gonna be able to come and had this not been the third time that he promised to come up and didn't. I know he would've been able to afford a plane ticket had he bought it before the week he wanted to go, and had he not spent all of his money going out and binge drinking five days a week. But whatever.
In May, I failed one of my classes, despite begging my professor for mercy, and I ended up having to retake the course as a summer class. I ended up getting an A+ in the summer class, despite doing everything exactly the same, so clearly there was something up with that first professor. In June, I started a new job, and quit my old job. I started working at a summer camp at a preschool, and now do aftercare at the school. I like it a whole lot more than I liked feeding the old people. I mean, the old people were cool over there, but the management was horrible, and they expected WAYYY too much of minimum wage employees. And because they refused to promote me, despite expecting me to do the job of the people who got promoted instead of me, I left.
And then we get to July. July was the best month I've had in the past year, I think. Back in February, my friend messaged this guy that we went to high school with, and asked him if he had a girlfriend. (We all knew each other in high school, and I told her that I would go on a date with him (mostly so she'd stop trying to set me up with human dumpsters) even though I really wasn't all that interested in him. I knew he was nice and that was really all that mattered to me at that point.) He responded to her, and said that yes, he did have a girlfriend. That was fine, but I really tried to avoid him from that point on (he works at the grocery store that I go to like everyday, so this proved to be quite the challenge.) in what I like to refer to as "reverse stalking." I tried my best to figure out his schedule, and specifically avoided going to the grocery store when I thought he would be there. I just knew that because she'd said something to him, he'd start to notice when I came in, and I didn't want him to think I was stalking him, in addition to wanting to give him and his girlfriend their space (despite knowing and hating his girlfriend because she is quite literally the most irritating person to ever walk the earth.) If he was happy, I planned on leaving him be. (I also happened to get really good at using the self scans at the grocery store (I've never had an issue with them) because he often worked self scans and I didn't want to talk to him.) I bet you're wondering how this is all relevant. Well, one night in early July, I was babysitting my little cousins, and my friend texted me and told me that he'd messaged her and asked her if I had a boyfriend and if she thought I'd be interested in going on a date with him. Naturally, she freaked out and messaged me, and I freaked out too. A real live boy wanted to go on an actual date. With me!!! It was absolutely wild. About an hour later, he messaged me on Instagram. We started talking, and we decided to go on a hike (before you say it no, I wasn't worried about him killing me in the woods because I already knew him) when he got back from vacation in a few days. He came and picked me up at my house (I'd gotten rid of my sisters for the time, so it was just my parents and I home when he came to get me.) We went on our hike, (we ended up going to two different places and going on two hikes) and then we got snowballs, and then we went back to my house and had s'mores with my parents and my sisters and my grandparents, and then we watched a movie, and then he went home. I think that date was 8 hours. The next day, we hung out again. He picked me up in the morning and we went and got his emissions test for his car done, and then we went to two different Walmart's to get stuff to wash his car, then we went to the reservoir with a hammock and sat in the hammock by the water, then we started watching a movie, washed his car, and went to dinner with his mom and grandfather. Then we went for a walk in the park, and finally out for ice cream. Our second date was 12 hours. We kept spending more and more time together, and we talked every day when I was on vacation. A few days after I got back, he officially asked me to be his girlfriend. (I said yes duh.) At the end of July, I was dog sitting for my friend, and she happens to have a skee-ball machine in her basement. So naturally, we took advantage of the free entertainment, and played a whole lot of skee-ball. He said that we should make it a little more interesting, and bet something. I told him that that was fine (I had been beating him all day) and asked him if he had anything in mind. He said yes, but wouldn't tell me what (I knew what he was thinking, I just wanted him to say it.) He said that I'd figure it out when I won. I agreed (after all, I had been winning all day) and he beat me. And he beat me again, and again, and again. As soon as something unknown was on the line, I couldn't win. I was getting so upset (he thought it was cute.) But just then, when I felt super duper defeated, I beat him. And he kissed me! Right there by the skee-ball machine in my best friend's basement he kissed me. And then we kept playing. And I beat him again, and he kissed me again. And every once in a while he'd beat me and I'd kiss him. But for the most part (despite what he likes to tell people,) I beat him more. So that's what my life has been since July. I have a real live boyfriend who lives just down the street (not 1000 mile away) and I work at a school, and I'm still in college (getting super duper good grades this semester too) and its been pretty great, but pretty busy as usual. But that's okay.
Thursday, December 6, 2018
Monday, March 26, 2018
Yeah, I know I still suck
So I totally meant to post on here last week when I had spring break, but I got distracted by the chaos in my household- more on that later. I think I'll start back in December, and update y'all on my life up through now.
Back in October/ November, one of my friends said she wanted to go to Jingle Ball, so we looked around and got tickets wayyyyyy back in the 400 section in almost the back row of the nosebleeds (tickets were SUPER EXPENSIVE.) Fast forward back to early December, about 2 weeks before the concert, and I'm sitting in class, and I get a call from an unknown number. I let it go to voicemail, and get a notification that whoever called me left a 5-minute voicemail. I thought it was weird, but I didn't really think much of it, probably a wrong number. After class was over, I was walking back to my car with my friend, and we listened to the voicemail. It was a girl from the radio station calling to tell me that I'd entered to win tickets to Jingle Ball, and I'd won first prize!!! I was SOOO excited and I called my mom (who initially thought it was a scam) and then called the radio station back to claim my prize, 2 tickets to Jingle Ball in DC (10th row, floor seats btw), 2 meet-and-greet passes for Halsey at the DC Jingle Ball, a trip for 2 to Tampa for a weekend, 2 tickets to the Jingle Ball in Tampa (14th row, floor seats), and a $100 Visa gift card. So my friend and I sold our original Jingle Ball tickets and went to the concert and had an amazing time on Monday, and on Friday after rushing through a final (that I got an A on btw) I picked up my cousin and we flew to Tampa for the Saturday night concert. A week later, I went to New York City with my family on a day trip (an annual tradition at Christmastime) and on the way home, I got a text from an unknown number, with a Florida area code. So I did what I always do, and did a google search for the number. It came up with a name that just so happened to also be the name of one of one of Florida Boy's best friends. So I of course texted him and asked if he knew anything about it to which he replied "I CAN"T BELIEVE HE ACTUALLY DID IT" I later found out that he'd asked Florida Boy for the number of someone who'd have no idea who he was to send a meme to, and Florida Boy had given him my number. So this new dude and I sent a bunch of memes back and forth, and we talked for a bit and we still talk and send each other memes like everyday. And I'm realizing how amazing it is to have friends all over because 1. free place to stay when you travel (which I do A LOT clearly) (especially to Florida) and 2 because while to the scrubs I see everyday it may not look like I have friends, I'm actually living my best life because my friends and I still talk to each other and support each other and help each other out (he's a photographer and I show his work off all the time lol), there's no drama over dumb things. Also they're both like 11/10 people most of the time so its pretty freakin great.
My parents have always been about giving us experiences instead of gifts, so for Christmas, they gave us a cruise. And in their own typical fashion, it sailed out less then a month from when they gave it to us. We sailed out of Port Canaveral, in Orlando and went to the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, St. Thomas, and Grand Turk. It was super fun and warm and we did a lot of snorkeling and eating and it was amazing. If you've never been on a cruise, I would definitely recommend going on one. I was on break from December 19-January 28 which was also super duper great. In addition to going to NYC, Orlando, DR, PR, St Thomas, and Grand Turk, I went to a small town in West Virginia to visit a friend at college, and after one day there, I can tell you that there are some towns that are just too small. Once school started back up, life got pretty boring again. Just going to class and work and doing homework for the first couple of weeks, but then a new family took up residence in the basement. Close family friends this time, a family of 4 (all girls) needed a place to stay because the sewage pipes in their house had backed up all into their basement, because the pipes had broken. Of all the people we've had stay with us, they've been my favorite so far, because we've known them for so long (since like 2002) and because they've always been so close to us. They were with us for 2 weeks. Within those 2 weeks, I got the flu. I was fine for the first 4 days, typical symptoms, but I was still eating and drinking normally for the most part. Then came day five. I woke up around 6:40 that morning, it was a Monday. (February 12) I had been sleeping on the couch since I'd gotten sick so I could sleep upright, to avoid getting pneumonia. I went to the bathroom, and then I turned the corner to talk to my dad in his office, since he was working from home that day. We talked for a few minutes, and then I got very dizzy. Next thing I knew, I was laying on the ground of the office, and my dad was calling my name. Mom was on the phone trying to get an ambulance before my dad told her they'd just drive me themselves. The mom of the downstairs family had heard all the commotion going on and came upstairs to see what was going on. My parents gave her a 2-second overview and she grabbed a cool rag and helped me to the couch so my parents could put shoes on to go to the Emergency Room. (She doesn't work in the medical field, but has lots of experience in hospitals and was with us the only other time I've been hospitalized when I was little and had broken my elbow off) After about a 20 minute drive to the nearest GOOD hospital (where another member of the downstairs family happened to work) I was in a bed in the ER. My dad told the doctors that it looked like I had had a seizure (which they hadn't told me) and the doctors went to work doing all kinds of tests to see what my issue could be. After they'd done an EKG and taken my blood, a nurse had me stand up so she could take my blood pressure. I was still fine, but about a minute later I felt very hot. I told the nurses and I instantly felt nauseous, which I also told them. At this point my mom left the room (she doesn't handle nausea well) and my dad was in the bathroom, so it was just me, the nurse, and the tech in the room. I had another seizure. When I woke up this time, there was half a dozen people crammed into my room watching my monitors and checking that I was responsive. Now I knew we'd be here for the long haul. One doctor told me they'd be admitting me to the hospital and doing a bunch of tests to find out what the issue was. I had another EKG, a chest x-ray, a flu test, an EEG, a CAT scan, a bunch of blood tests, an echo-cardiogram, and a whole bunch more tests I can't remember. They wanted to rule out a brain tumor or heart problem. After spending the night in the hospital and meeting with half a dozen doctors, I got released and they blamed the seizures on a slight dip in my electrolytes that caused my blood pressure to plummet whenever I stood up, which in turn caused the seizures.
After that family left the basement, a Puerto Rican woman and her 3 young sons moved in for about a week. More school (boring) and then my parents friends from Chicago were with us. They threw a bridal shower while they were here and everybody helped out to make sure it was PERFECT. They were only here for a weekend, and after they left, my dad's second cousin and her husband came to stay for a few days. I was on spring break then. We went to a military gala on Saturday, and I had dinner with Ms. Maryland Teen 2017 and the Cover Girl 2017 from the same pageant. They were also there helping. I think my favorite part of helping out was getting to wear my Prom dress again. I've worn it three times now and its always fun. This weekend is Easter, and my parent's friends from Chicago are coming to stay for the weekend again. I think that's everything.
Back in October/ November, one of my friends said she wanted to go to Jingle Ball, so we looked around and got tickets wayyyyyy back in the 400 section in almost the back row of the nosebleeds (tickets were SUPER EXPENSIVE.) Fast forward back to early December, about 2 weeks before the concert, and I'm sitting in class, and I get a call from an unknown number. I let it go to voicemail, and get a notification that whoever called me left a 5-minute voicemail. I thought it was weird, but I didn't really think much of it, probably a wrong number. After class was over, I was walking back to my car with my friend, and we listened to the voicemail. It was a girl from the radio station calling to tell me that I'd entered to win tickets to Jingle Ball, and I'd won first prize!!! I was SOOO excited and I called my mom (who initially thought it was a scam) and then called the radio station back to claim my prize, 2 tickets to Jingle Ball in DC (10th row, floor seats btw), 2 meet-and-greet passes for Halsey at the DC Jingle Ball, a trip for 2 to Tampa for a weekend, 2 tickets to the Jingle Ball in Tampa (14th row, floor seats), and a $100 Visa gift card. So my friend and I sold our original Jingle Ball tickets and went to the concert and had an amazing time on Monday, and on Friday after rushing through a final (that I got an A on btw) I picked up my cousin and we flew to Tampa for the Saturday night concert. A week later, I went to New York City with my family on a day trip (an annual tradition at Christmastime) and on the way home, I got a text from an unknown number, with a Florida area code. So I did what I always do, and did a google search for the number. It came up with a name that just so happened to also be the name of one of one of Florida Boy's best friends. So I of course texted him and asked if he knew anything about it to which he replied "I CAN"T BELIEVE HE ACTUALLY DID IT" I later found out that he'd asked Florida Boy for the number of someone who'd have no idea who he was to send a meme to, and Florida Boy had given him my number. So this new dude and I sent a bunch of memes back and forth, and we talked for a bit and we still talk and send each other memes like everyday. And I'm realizing how amazing it is to have friends all over because 1. free place to stay when you travel (which I do A LOT clearly) (especially to Florida) and 2 because while to the scrubs I see everyday it may not look like I have friends, I'm actually living my best life because my friends and I still talk to each other and support each other and help each other out (he's a photographer and I show his work off all the time lol), there's no drama over dumb things. Also they're both like 11/10 people most of the time so its pretty freakin great.
My parents have always been about giving us experiences instead of gifts, so for Christmas, they gave us a cruise. And in their own typical fashion, it sailed out less then a month from when they gave it to us. We sailed out of Port Canaveral, in Orlando and went to the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, St. Thomas, and Grand Turk. It was super fun and warm and we did a lot of snorkeling and eating and it was amazing. If you've never been on a cruise, I would definitely recommend going on one. I was on break from December 19-January 28 which was also super duper great. In addition to going to NYC, Orlando, DR, PR, St Thomas, and Grand Turk, I went to a small town in West Virginia to visit a friend at college, and after one day there, I can tell you that there are some towns that are just too small. Once school started back up, life got pretty boring again. Just going to class and work and doing homework for the first couple of weeks, but then a new family took up residence in the basement. Close family friends this time, a family of 4 (all girls) needed a place to stay because the sewage pipes in their house had backed up all into their basement, because the pipes had broken. Of all the people we've had stay with us, they've been my favorite so far, because we've known them for so long (since like 2002) and because they've always been so close to us. They were with us for 2 weeks. Within those 2 weeks, I got the flu. I was fine for the first 4 days, typical symptoms, but I was still eating and drinking normally for the most part. Then came day five. I woke up around 6:40 that morning, it was a Monday. (February 12) I had been sleeping on the couch since I'd gotten sick so I could sleep upright, to avoid getting pneumonia. I went to the bathroom, and then I turned the corner to talk to my dad in his office, since he was working from home that day. We talked for a few minutes, and then I got very dizzy. Next thing I knew, I was laying on the ground of the office, and my dad was calling my name. Mom was on the phone trying to get an ambulance before my dad told her they'd just drive me themselves. The mom of the downstairs family had heard all the commotion going on and came upstairs to see what was going on. My parents gave her a 2-second overview and she grabbed a cool rag and helped me to the couch so my parents could put shoes on to go to the Emergency Room. (She doesn't work in the medical field, but has lots of experience in hospitals and was with us the only other time I've been hospitalized when I was little and had broken my elbow off) After about a 20 minute drive to the nearest GOOD hospital (where another member of the downstairs family happened to work) I was in a bed in the ER. My dad told the doctors that it looked like I had had a seizure (which they hadn't told me) and the doctors went to work doing all kinds of tests to see what my issue could be. After they'd done an EKG and taken my blood, a nurse had me stand up so she could take my blood pressure. I was still fine, but about a minute later I felt very hot. I told the nurses and I instantly felt nauseous, which I also told them. At this point my mom left the room (she doesn't handle nausea well) and my dad was in the bathroom, so it was just me, the nurse, and the tech in the room. I had another seizure. When I woke up this time, there was half a dozen people crammed into my room watching my monitors and checking that I was responsive. Now I knew we'd be here for the long haul. One doctor told me they'd be admitting me to the hospital and doing a bunch of tests to find out what the issue was. I had another EKG, a chest x-ray, a flu test, an EEG, a CAT scan, a bunch of blood tests, an echo-cardiogram, and a whole bunch more tests I can't remember. They wanted to rule out a brain tumor or heart problem. After spending the night in the hospital and meeting with half a dozen doctors, I got released and they blamed the seizures on a slight dip in my electrolytes that caused my blood pressure to plummet whenever I stood up, which in turn caused the seizures.
After that family left the basement, a Puerto Rican woman and her 3 young sons moved in for about a week. More school (boring) and then my parents friends from Chicago were with us. They threw a bridal shower while they were here and everybody helped out to make sure it was PERFECT. They were only here for a weekend, and after they left, my dad's second cousin and her husband came to stay for a few days. I was on spring break then. We went to a military gala on Saturday, and I had dinner with Ms. Maryland Teen 2017 and the Cover Girl 2017 from the same pageant. They were also there helping. I think my favorite part of helping out was getting to wear my Prom dress again. I've worn it three times now and its always fun. This weekend is Easter, and my parent's friends from Chicago are coming to stay for the weekend again. I think that's everything.
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