Today is my 21st birthday

It was a calm day, but a good day.
I'm the first out of my crew of friends to turn 21, so I figured I'll do all the crazy things next year when everyone else turns 21. Makes the most sense.

My day:
-Wake up early ish to the rain
-Watch a movie
-Have tea
-Shower and get presentable
-Goodwill shopping!
-Chilled
-Check facebook which totaled up to 51 "happy birthday" notifications
-Recieved a total of 4 "happy birthday" phone calls (including one coming all the way from Germany!) and 5 "happy birthday" text messages
(-Realized how old fashioned I am when it comes to technology)
-Go out to dinner with Katie Wagner and Kelly Strange and do what all 21-year-olds do best

Today was a perfect birthday for me.
Nothing lame.
Nothing crazy.
It was just right, like Goldilocks, ya know?

Of Course This Happens to Me

Last night, I got stung by a bee while I was toasting a bagel.

I know this chain of events doesn't seem to make any sense at all, so let me explain the possibility of these shenanigans....

Picture this:
I'm sleeping over at my friend's house, in my ugly gushy clothes, and about to start 500 Days of Summer with her, when we get a craving for a toasted bagel. While she plays games on her phone, I go to the kitchen to toast us a bagel. I get two luscious bagels and plop them into the toaster and stand by, waiting patiently for this deliciously satisfying movie munchie.
Out of nowhere, on the ball of my right foot close to my toes (still on the tough skin) I feel a gradual pinpointed zing. I automatically think it's a splinter I may have slid my foot over because, though crazy, it seems like the only reasonable explanation. Right?
WRONG.
The reason it is unreasonable is because (1) The kitchen floor is in fact not made out of any wooden material at all and (2) I did not move my foot from its planted spot on the floor.
Naturally, it was now time to lift my foot from the floor and examine where this unreasonable pain is coming from.* As I'm frantically staring at my foot finding where the burning is coming fr---ah. found it---I notice a fluttering thing on the floor. It's small.
My thoughts shoot over to my worst fear: It's a spider. A Black Widow? Brown Recluse? Oh dear Lord baby Jesus. I am going to die. I'm going to die in the ambulance on the way over to the hospital.
Wait this fluttering thing is, well, fluttering. Is that a bee? IT'S A BEE!**
I need to get to Katie's room to tell her! Her parents are sleeping so I can't scream in the kitchen!
I try to walk, but of course I can't walk. I start hobbling, but my right foot now has a pulse. I'm now bounding/hopping to Katie's room on my left foot, but the floor boards are really loud, so I have to now control my hops so that I get distance but still can't be so loud as to wake her rents up.
I'm now taking large quiet sliding hops on my left foot (not as easy as it sounds), exclaiming one of my favorite four letter words every time I land.
Then I'm yelling for Katie to help me because "I just got stung by a bee"***. Of course this doesn't make sense to her either so I repeat myself when she asks what's going on. She proceeds to get tweezers while I'm sitting on her bathtub cursing the life of this Devil Bee. She flew in (picture her wearing a red cape. She wasn't actually wearing one but I pictured her with one so now I ask you to do the same) with her tweezers and then a sliver of INSTANT relief was my next step. It was then followed by baking soda (which helps if you didn't know) and then fuzzy socks (which helps more). She literally saved my life.
Scariest, and the longest, five minutes of my life.

I've never been stung by a bee before. I made sure to avoid their existence in my childhood. Of course the first time I ever get stung by a Devil Bee isn't while I'm laying on a freshly cut field of grass, or having a picnic on a patch of daisies (NO NO), but is when I'm twenty years old, and toasting a bagel.

*Writer's note: the panic is slowly coming to a boil..... at a simmer perhaps?



**Panic is eminent.



***The quoted text is said approximately 3 times in two seconds.

Thanksgiving.

Worst start to the day ever yesterday.

I already hate the holidays enough as it is, and yesterday afternoon's disaster did NOT help at all:

I'm getting ready to go hang out at the Severson's for a few hours before they feast. I did my usual routine--wake up slow, take a fast shower, and listen to toe-tapping tunes while I get presentable for the public eye. It's now noon and I'm walking down the stairs to feed my dog and peace out. Something odd stops me at the base of the stairs. It's a glistening puddle on the wood floor that's lining the stairs.

I immediately assume it's a puddle from my dog, until I noticed that this was no ordinary puddle. The glistening substance had stretched all the way to the bathroom, seeping into the laundry room, and trailing down the hallway. Now, I know that my dog can have a small bladder from time to time, but it's not THAT small...

Evaluating the situation before me, I realize that this substance is in fact coming from the downstairs bathroom. I tiptoed to the scene of the crime and BAM!--I'm hit with a wall of a putrid sick nasty stench that is getting more and more concentrated the closer I inch to the bathroom. By then, I'm using every four letter word known to the Webster Dictionary (not very lady-like, I know, but you would have had the same reaction if you were alone and had a shortage of towels) and slowly gliding into insanity. To make things worse (true story) the glistening substance was not just water. No no. It was DOOKY SEWAGE WATER that overflowed from the toilet while I was using the shower. So the bathroom floor was covered in chunks of Lord knows what, while the rest of the stanky water extended to the hallway and laundry room.

While I'm collecting every towel and rag I can use to soak up the water, I phone up Joann to tell her I'm probably going to be a little late because of this problem-house. I explain the damage to her while opening up every window in the house to rid the stench, starting with the one in the bathroom. It gets worse (true story). The shower curtains are closed over the tub, blocking my way to the high window, but to my I-can't-take-this-anymore-surprise THE TUB IS FILLED WITH FIVE INCHES OF CHUNKY DIRTY DOOKY WATER! I would have had a sailor's reaction if I was not on the phone that moment. Of course I still yelled at the nasty-not-niceness though.

Next, I called up my dad, to inform him of this stupid broken house that I wish was haunted instead, for some help even though he was eight hours away. Since we only had a few towels, he suggested I get a pair of gloves and wring out the excess dooky water in the sink so I could clean up the rest of the water before it seeped into the wood floors. Okay look. I'm a tough girl, but I'm not Butch! No way in the seven layers of Hell and Outer Darkness combind was I going to get anywhere near this schinanigans! I got the dooky water all cleaned up just fine doing the towel shuffle thank you very much. The sewage water also came through the wall connecting the bathroom and the garage, and trailed all the way to the garage doors.

Luckily, he ended up getting in touch with a blessEd son of god who was willing to come over and assess the situation thoroughly. Not to mention this blessEd son of god brought his amazing daughter with him, who brought me a diet coke and delicious cookies!

Conclusion: There's a backup in the main line from the sewar pipes to the downstairs pipes, which is why the dirty liquid attacked the downstairs while I showered upstairs. I now cannot use any bit of water sourse in this house until my dad gets back on monday. Looks like I get to house-hop again just for the weekend, woo!

Good news: I had a blast spending Thanksgiving at my love Katie's place with her fam!

This day started out really sucky, but ended in a way that I wouldn't have changed one bit.

Learning New Songs

Finally!
I've been playing the same songs over and over again, losing my flair of wanting to play the piano anymore. Now I've got some new stuff I can learn which is exciting!

BY THE WAY: I've officially demoted Disneyland to the second happiest place on earth now.

Oh yeah, I'm kind of going to church again.

Knock On Wood

I had a good day yesterday,
which was sunday,
which doesn't happen too often for me,
because it was sunday (redundant I know),
with all its unwanted feelings (that were actually bearable this go round),
and the stress of picking an outfit that I have to care about (for once),
and three fraking hours (which I dominated. +5 pts),
yet I had a good time getting my jesus on (whilst rocking my purple hairs).

Today is already amazing. Employment is coming up soon for me (praise jesus).

I think I shall make some swiss chocolate bite-sized cupcakes (which are my latest favorite).

I Have Brown Eyes & Brown Hair*

I wish I had blue eyes. Just about all of the boys of my dad's side of le family have big blue eyes, so why can't I? I got stuck the fetching brown (or are they hazel? I don't know and I don't feel like staring into a mirror for ten minutes trying to check if I do) eyed gene. Girls that have dark hair and beautiful blue (or green) eyes are more attractive. I'd settle for green, but I really wish I had blue eyes.





*with a flair of assorted colors every now and then

Happy Thoughts

I don't want to be here or there. I want to be elsewhere if that makes sense. I want to just drop everything and leave California to go on an adventure somewhere for how ever many months I feel like. It sounds like fun, and I'm told this is the age where I should do stuff like this before I get married and make the babies. So why not?--Oh yeah! I'm dirt poor. Money's a bitch when you don't have any. I don't care how conservative of a person you are, because I know you agree with that statement. It's especially hard to go on that adventure when there isn't much in that bank account.

Just gotta put one foot in front of the other, take deep breaths, talk to my few best friends to keep me from losing my mind, go on adventures with ones I love, think of my two brothers every day, and I will get through each day holding onto these happy thoughts :)

I Found A Reason - Car Power

(latest song I've been obsessed with)