GIRLS GONE WILD: or naw

Crazy parties on the beach, neon swim suits and dark, tanned skin. Hot sun and cold beer- spring break at its finest. Except when its not. So for those of us spring breakers who didn’t take a vay-cay to the white sandy beaches of Florida(or the less white and more rocky beaches of California), or the snow covered mountains in Colorado- or some other super great place, what is spring break really like? I mean its just a week(short week at that) and what do you do? For one probably go home because who wants to stay in the dirty dorms at college, alone, with no one to talk to (except the foreigner down the hall who cannot speak very good English) because they all left to expand their horizons, and drinking tolerances, with the other thousands of college age people around the country. Once your home.. then what? I mean if you live in a cool spring break place(like you happen to be from Florida) then your set. No worries. You’ll have a good time. But for the rest of us what is there to do? A whole lot of nothing. It’s a nice time to catch up on sleep and netflix and just chill with the fam, but after about 3 days of that you hit total and utter boredom. The rest of the time you laze around hoping someone will call with something to do. I mean even getting a job at this point is looking like loads of fun!! Then you remember you’re just home for a week and that thought quickly passes. Snd the worst part is all the colleges are off at different times, so you can’t even hang with your friends from different schools (all the more reason summer is so awesome). So sorry to all my fellow “bored out of my mind-run out of tv to watch- why don’t we have anymore snacks?-oh it’s cause I ate them all” spring breakers, because this is not how my spring break has been going. Nope, not at all. I have spent a few days in the big BR of Louisiana celebrating St. Patrick’s day with my rental unit and some friends. It was AWESOME, and the food we even more AWESOME. No joke I probably ate my weight in all that was offered to me. But after the big festivities, I managed to get sick. So lately I have been spending a fair amount of time next to the trashcan and the doctors office trying to figure out what’s wrong. It stinks. All I want to do is get on the mound of home work I was assigned right before break. Like who does that?!?! DO TEACHERS NOT REALIZE THAT A BREAK MEANS BREAK??? Not “oh well let me give you some work so you won’t be bored..”??? Like hello I’m totally ok being bored over my break if the alternative option is studying for an exam, finishing a project, and writing a 5 page paper. Thank you for turning my spring BREAK into a spring STUDY SESSION(total sarcasm if you did not catch that). But it’s fine, no big deal because even with so much class work to be completed, they cannot rain on my parade. The sun is shinning, the weather is hot and I’m eating normal food again at normal times(not weird times like we do at the universities). So yes, spring break is a good time even if you don’t go to an exotic place or have a monumental amount of work to get done, because at least for a week you do not have to get up for an 8AM or use the positively disgusting bathrooms down the hall. Sprig break rocks because, not gonna lie, I was getting a little antsy  at school since it started to warm up. I just wanted to go outside and play! So now that it’s here, I can stay outside all day and not worry about “eh should I go to class or take a nap in the lawn”? This week is a blessing. #blessed

THE priorities.

Alright people. Here it is. The list of priorities. The list of things I should be doing but yet have just stopped. Number 1) Doing my homework and studying ahead of time. Yep, fell back into my typical routine of waiting to the last minute. I could argue “I work well under pressure” but thats so not true. I get the work done no problem. Its an issue of whether or Im going to bed at 10:30 or 2 that night. 2)running 5 miles a day. I mean not real sure why I stopped… maybe because running is awful and I really don’t enjoy it, or maybe because its been FREEZING outside and I have no motivation to run when there is the possible chance of becoming a literal popsicle. 3) Eating well. Alright so I’ve always had this problem of not eating ice cream…or cookies… or M and M’s. Yep, Im a chocolete lover. And normally it would be as big of a deal but since I’ve ceased to run 5 miles a day…. So now its the struggle of “should I eat the cake and hate the run later? or eat the cake and just feel guilty about it and eat another piece and love it?”… 4) This blog. I feel so bad!! I have failed to post every other day like I had hoped and now it’s like every other week. Uhhh this was supposed to be fun and an outlet and now it’s a reminder of my failing priorities and lack of motivation to do anything. So obviously something happened went wrong between last semester and this semester. Not real sure what it was because it could be a multitude of things. Maybe it my love of Netflix and naps… or the fact that I loathe the cold weather, and would rather curl up in my cozy room and watch movies and eat popcorn and drink hot chocolate. I want so badly to get my priorities in order, but now that it is FINALLY warming up(even though I fear we will have another cold snap) all I want to do is go outside and play and take naps in the sun, possibly get a tan because lets face it I’m looking like a ghost… Why is it so hard to have such discipline? Can’t we as society just decide that good grades and being fit are not worth it! LIFE is whats worth it!! Let us agree to have fun and eat yummy foods without feeling guilty! Life’s short- lets enjoy it. Yeah I just said that… But thats not real life. So to my readers (Hey mom!) I promise to get it together. Not gonna promise specifics because life happens and I might not get to writing my blog every other day… or writing that research paper a week in advance… might still wait till the night before, but it makes for a good story. I’m over my lack of priorities, so I’m admitting it: “Hi I my name is Kendall and I have become a slaker, but I am doing something about it”.

You can sit with us

How come when its time to eat lunch its such an awkward thing to eat with a stranger? I don’t get why people think its weird to just plop down next to someone you don’t know and strike up a conversation about the weather. Its a good way to meet people but your thought to be really odd if you sit next to someone you don’t know. So my next question is- if the Union is going to serve over a thousand people for lunch, then it should be able to seat that many people…. it probably does, but lets face it no one is going to sit next to a stranger. Therefore, a table that could seat 4 people ends up with just one person at it. So when your me, and show up to lunch late(or at a reasonable hour unlike everyone else who shows up at 10:45 am), I end up without a seat. So then I do the awkward loop around the Union looking for a seat, and inevitably making my food cold. I usually end up outside, but now that is snowing I eat standing up in some corner of the building trying not to be trampled by all the starving students stampeding the restaurants. Since its so “weird” to sit down next to some stranger I only see two solutions: first- stock the union with desks for 1 person because at least that way each seat will actually be used or second- dare to be different and sit down with a stranger and make a new friend like grade school was. I discussed this topic with my friend and ever since our observation of this issue we haven’t had an issue finding a seat, the next time we do we will sit next to a stranger (hopefully a super cute guy) and network a little. Who knows we could end up sitting next to the next Bill Gates or Beyoncé.

THROW ME SOMETHING MR!!!!

My Mardi Gras mask/tile

Mardi Gras is probably my favorite holiday- right after Halloween, Christmas, and New Years Eve- because of all the shining lights, and crazy decoration, the smells and lets face it, all the people making fools of themselves because they are drunk off their rocker!! Thats good stuff right there. I love the season not just because we get to dress in sparkles and wear masks, but because there isn’t another time where you can stand on the street curb jumping up and down like a maniac begging someone to throw you free stuff. I mean the beads and plastic cups and stuffed animals are basically Cinderella- they are all worth so much and then after the parade they go back to being worthless items. But at least during the parade it is pretty entertaining to watch people get into brawls over the 99 cent beads you can acquire at the local Walmart… My favorite part of the parade, though, are all the high school bands that march down the street. Man oh man how I want to be a part of the band. Honestly though if I wasn’t so musically challenged I would have probably played the trumpet, possibly the drums. I would have dominated the marching bad. Unfortunately I was just a cheerleader. It was a good time too though! This year my favorite season falls on Valentines day…. Uhh probably the dumbest holiday because all its used for is selling cards and chocolate. I may have a biased opinion though, due to the fact I have never had a Valentine… but I will say my dad is always so sweet and gets me a candy bar and a card. So this year I’ll be standing on the street watching the floats roll by with a thousand strangers in love with their “co-co” (haha small joke). It’s going to be an interesting night, but I think what I am most excited for it the chocolate sale happening the day after!!! I mean a girls gotta stock up! So heres to all the single ladies out there- Valentines day is really February 15th because all the chocolate companies love us enough to put their wonderful delights on sale!

Is Dinner Ready Yet?

No lie I probably asked my mom that question like a bajillion times growing up! I would go to school, then practice, and by the time I came home I was starving!!! And yeah some of you out there are thinking “you can’t be starving. There are children in 3rd world countries who are starving.” but let me tell you- I was pretty stinking hungry. So I would come home, and was always shocked when dinner wasn’t ready. I’m not sure why I was always so shocked though, because it’s not like having dinner ready at 6:30 was a usual thing at my house. Actually we wouldn’t normally eat until around 7 or 8, and occasionally… 8:30. But the food Momma made was always yummy in my tummy- unless she let dad help, because he usually burned everything. Somethings are worth waiting for,like moms food, but eating in college… there is never a wait- unless your in the Chick-fil-A line anytime between 11 and 4, then you’re gonna wait because that line is out de do (said in cajun accent).

The Line.

People here eat so early. Like its kinda ridiculous because I see people headed to dinner around 4:45. It’s not like their going to run out of food! College students go from young, cool kids to elderly people in a quick minute when it comes to eating dinner. The only other people eating that early are the old people and thats only because they get up at the crack of dawn and its more of an event for them that will get dragged out into acceptable eating hours, therefore it’s perfectly understandable! But college students eat so early and in 30 minutes too. It’s amazing to me because I’m never hungry at that time but I know if I don’t grab some food then, everything will be closed by the time I’m ready to eat. So now I’m at this point where I eat all day long! I eat breakfast, then lunch, my usual snack, early bird dinner, and then something after around 7 or 8 to uphold the family dinner time instilled in me since I was small. It’s tough though because when I go back home I miss out on the early bird dinner and I don’t know what to do with myself because that has become designated eating time…. yet I’m not eating. It’s a struggle. College has really messed my eating times up and honestly I can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel to where I’ll ever eat at normal times again. On the upside, I get to eat more. I love food. The taste, the smell, the presentation- oh my goodness it is SO good.

WHY ME!?!?!?! part 2

To continue with yesterdays theme, I feel asleep in my Art History class. Well…. technically I didn’t fall asleep, I just nodded off for a solid 30 minutes. Nodding off actually happens to me a lot more than I’d like to admit. I mean one minute I’m totally awake and ready to go, taking notes, paying attention, understanding everything being thrown at me from the professor, then BAM… sleep hits me like a brick wall. The worst part about it is I cannot for the life of me get myself to wake up! I try pinching myself, sitting up straighter, crossing and uncrossing my legs… nothing works! It is so embarrassing because I sit in the front of all my classes so basically from the professors point of view, I’m the girl who doesn’t care about the class because I am rude enough to fall asleep. It is so unfair though because I really don’t mean to!! I just get still and cold and those are the perfect conditions for sleeping in… I mean whoever said a cold room keeps you awake was sadly mistaken. It puts me right to sleep. Especially with the shop lights that are so bright- its the perfect setting for an afternoon nap. Right after lunch, cold, super bright lights that mimic the sun between 3 and 4 o-clock. Yeah its a doozy. And not to mention what happened while I was nodding off. Once I finally woke up, with ten minutes left in class, I looked down and I guess I had taken the book belonging to the guy who sits next to me, because there it was sitting in my lap. Then I looked at my notes, to jog what little I might have retained while I was falling asleep, but that was no help. The notes were not legible. They were squiggles.

Beginning of class.

Gone. Then I woke up.

Starting to fall asleep…

I know I get enough sleep at night because lately I’ve been hittin’ the hay around 11:30- which is really pretty early for being a college student. After my glorious day of work and class I thought things were going to be going more smoothly. They did, until they didn’t. I went to workout and somehow in the truck to the gym, running on the treadmill and the trek back to my dorm, I lost my key. And in my time of desperation… my roomie wasn’t in our room, and my phone died. Great. I walked all over the gym looked outside everything!! Finally it appeared, but it was iffy there for awhile if I was ever going to find it again. I really wouldn’t care if I lost my key except the dormitory will fine you and lets face it- I’m just too cheap for that. Instead I faced the bitter cold (of 65 degrees) and located that key. I feel like I am always losing the darn thing. That and my phone, which are probably the two most important things to survive a day at school. Overall the day was not a banner day in the since I was hoping for…. rather it was a banner day stating “WHY ME?!?!?!” because I honestly do not understand why some of these things happen to me. I feel like a magnet for odd situations. Builds character man.

WHY ME!?!?!?!

Lately I’ve found I keep ending up in these situations where I’m asking myself “how does this even happen to me?!?!?!” Falling asleep in class, loosing my key, forgetting all my co-workers names and then thinking one of them was gay…. yep, it was quite a day. Just some background: I am the WORST with memorizing names!!! I could not for the life of me remember this guys name for a solid month. I walked around calling him John, Jake, Jonathan, Josiah-just about every J name there is other than his real name, Joseph. Contrary to my track record, I really thought I was going to be able to remember my co-workers names… They decided to play the name game with me and I was brutally reminded of how bad I am at that game. After staring at everyone, trying desperately to will the appearance of their name across their forehead, and inevitably guessing all the wrong names, we gave up. They realized how hopeless I was when they looked down and saw they still had their name tags on. Goes to show how observant I am right? So I’m in the office and this guy, who I rarely work with, therefore do not know a whole lot about, told me he was gay…. Like just kinda randomly looked at me and was like “I’m gay.” I mean gay, straight, bi, and trans I really don’t mind but it was so out of the blue it caught me off guard. Side note: when I was in high school my best friend told me he was gay(we also had just met) and for 6 months I believed him!!! Then he actually started to date a girl and I realized over time how straight he really was. Back to my co-worker… this is why I was skeptical of his sexuality. I mean it’s pretty stinking embarrassing when you get teased for being so gullible. But by the end of our shift the answer was clear- he was by far not gay. He really had me going there for a while… I should have known though with all the snickering and laughing coming from the other guys in the room, it wasn’t true. Unfortunately the damage was done. There is no living down the nick-name “gullible girl”. So after that awkward situation…. I fell asleep in class. I would go into it right now but lets face it I am bout to fall asleep, so it might be best to continue this story in the morning.

Thirsty Thursday…

I have recently become a coffee drinker… When I was younger(like 6 months ago) I would have said “No I will never drink coffee!”, but now I’m hooked. I don’t know what it is about the Dark Chocolate Turtle Mocha that Caribou Coffee creates, but that stuff is amazing!! I mean it has to be somewhat good for you if it has dark chocolate right? My friends think I’m ridiculous. Apparently a Turtle Mocha is not considered “real coffee”….. Obviously they don’t know what they are talking about. I see it as this little slice of heaven that I drink to warm me up, yet satisfy my sweet tooth, and most importantly bring out the most fun and energetic parts of my already winning personality! My roomie, on the other hand, does not agree with me. She has recently started tracking, and restricting my intake of coffee and sweets. Apparently I go from being a normal human being to a SUPER CRAZY, BOUNCING OFF WALLS AND SINGING EVERY SONG THAT COMES TO MIND kinda girl…. but I don’t see it. Apparently my alter ego, created by the Turtle Mocha from the Caribou Coffee, is even more intense at night. The other night I made the mistake of drinking coffee before I went to bed… lets just say my dreams were pretty interesting that night. I was talking to one of my professors about my new fondness of coffee and she told me that it was the mocha that got her… now she drinks coffee black. She said it was a gateway to more sophisticated coffee drinks. Now that I’ve been warned that I am about to go down a dangerously addicting path of hot espresso, whip cream, and caramel, I feel as though I should steer clear of the tasty treat. The only problem with this is almost EVERYTHING revolves around coffee during the day at college!! But it is fine… I shall restrain myself… it will be hard but I will survive. Next time I will discuss the addiction to ice cream which is also conveniently placed all over campus…

New Beginnings!

This being a new year, and my first post, I find it fitting to talk about all the new and exciting things that have happened to me in the past year! For starters I graduated high school and moved to college…. Yep thats pretty much it…. Obviously I’m just kidding around. So many things happened once I got to college and its weird because who knew you could grow and mature so much in such a short amount of time? It kinda makes me think of that scene at the end of The Grinch where they show his heart growing bigger and bigger because he found the Christmas spirit… well, thats exactly how I feel about peoples maturity level in college. I mean you wash your colors with your whites once and man you won’t ever do that again!! Being an only child it was weird coming and learning to share things- a room, bathroom, and PERSONAL SPACE!! Going from a queen sized bed because lets face it- I’m a queen- to a tiny twin, living in a shoebox with another human being….. it can be a bit cramped to say the least. My roomie is a saint, and I’m not bashing her- all I’m saying is I’ve learned that sharing a room is not what its cracked up to be~ future husband just an FYI we will have separate rooms and bathrooms because living with a boy sounds like it could be real smelly and messy. Which brings me to my next adjustment…..WASHING THE DISHES! See my roomie uses disposable dishes, but for whatever reason I decided I would use regular ones. That wasn’t such a smart idea because now I hand wash everything! I took for granted the luxuries of living at home, but now when I do go back for a visit I sure don’t miss the opportunity to let my momma wash my clothes and dishes for me…. I feel it makes her happy, like for old times sake, and then once she’s had enough it’s typical time for me to leave for school again. I see it as my daughterly duty to keep my momma doing momma things. Although there are many more adjustments that have taken place over the course of the semester I think I’ll share those at another time. For now it’s time to get cracking on some “homework”…..