Oh Hallows Eve

I love looking back at pictures that I took with some amazing people. For instance, this picture. It was Halloween night, probably about the fifth time I went out, it was a blast.

We went to about five apartments, one we got kicked out of, this one was the last one I believe. Me all snazzed up in a nerd outfit with a little fun, certainly meant I was on a mission to have a good time, which is exactly what happened. I successfully had a great night that night, and met an amazing person.

 Oh the joy. We played so many fun games, relived some moments.

Of course it wasn't just us, there were other people and we all hung out and a great time.

Life

Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if things were stressful. Like if college was so much more at ease, tests were no big deal and finals were pretty much as easy as breathing. Lately, assignments have been pretty simple, tedious, but simple. I just hate doing them. But if I don't do them, I can't get a good grade. I won't be able to graduate or if I do I won't be able to go to grad school. Then I'll end up living off the system or being homeless. Then I'll amount to nothing and be no one. Oh how life is. So stressfull and hard.

Being sick

See, being sick at home is fine. You're able to lock yourself in your room, come out every once in a while and sleep all day (usually because you're in high school and it's much easier to stay at home and just do everything you needed to do the next day). Well in college, you should go to class even when you're dying of the black plague. It sucks, but it's what you have to do to. All last semester I would skip class because I felt like it and this semester it frightened me to miss class because I was actually sick and could barely get out of bed. Oh how times have changed. Well now I got out of bed for one class, just one, and that's English. I have to get out f bed for an 11:30 class, pray it ends early and go back to bed. That's the game plan.

Merr.

Oh the good ole days. The days that were worry free and I felt accomplished just for smiling. Of course I don't remember when this picture was taken, well really the moment it occurred. I just see myself smiling with a tacky headband, a dress with annoying polka dot, a chair that seems pretty rough and why the hell is that balloon facing that direction? Like was the photographer even paying attention?! I was a cute baby, dammmnn. Those days were oh so simple. Didn't even know the world revolved around the son, for all I know, I thought it revolved around that big ass balloon. Like seriously, that balloon is like two-times my size, that isn't normal. But oh wells.

The life of a baby...

Bigs!

Bigs: In a sorority or fraternity, a big is given to an individual who is then a little. Someone who watches over their little like a big sister or brother.

I am lucky to have both!

My Big, Anna, is a fellow Kappa Delta like me. She is very small and so much fun. She is truly the best Big and I am lucky she is mine she takes care of me, talks to me, we live together.

As for my guy Big, Scott, he is a Phi Kappa Tau. Him and I were drunk and along with the other girl, a girl in my house. We all decided to be a family and he became our Big. He is truly another amazing person I am grateful to have in my life. He also takes me and he's a great person to talk to.

I have awesome Bigs!

Stairs and Ice

I literally have the worst luck imaginable.

 I for some reason started crying on Saturday night about some guy and decided it was best to run out of the house to another fraternity. Well because I was running and there was snow on the ground, I ended up falling down a flight of stairs. Oh boy did it hurt. It still hurts days after. I don't like it. I am bruised from my neck to the back of my thighs.

Then later I thought I could walk on ice without worry, nope, turns out I can't. I ended up falling. So I decided to just sit there and think about my life for about five minutes. It was a pretty painful night.

Looking back

It's crazy to think that I'm out of high school and now in college.

As I look back at graduation I realize it technically never hit me. I went about my day like nothing was important, just dreading the family dinner afterwards since my parents absolutely despise each other and I knew it was not going to be a good time.

I went tough rehearsal just thinking about food and possibly finding some sort of entertainment for this horrible event. Pretty sure I should have been drunk. It would have made everything better.

Graduation came, I walked down the stupid walk way in the Idaho Center and just dreaded it. With my last name starting with an R, I knew I had to sit there for an hour or two.

Oh graduation,  how I barely remember you and only remember how much I despised ya. Now I'm in college and don't give two fucks. #Yolo bitch.