25 fun facts.

25 things.

1) I love to collect coffee cups. Any size, or color. As long as it is unique.

2) When I was little, I would check out books at the library that were full of play scripts. And then I would secretly act them out in my bedroom. I wanted to be on stage so bad.

3) I had a tv schedule planned out on weekdays for like two years. Starting at 4:30 until 7:00, I would watch California Dreams, Saved by the Bell and Family Matters. I also had a nickelodeon schedule in my head and fox family for saturday mornings.

4) I was convinced I killed someone. That someone was my great uncle howard. He died when I was really little but before he passed away, I remember going to visit him. As I walked in the door, my grandmother told me that he was on oxygen and if I stepped on the cord, he would not be able to breathe. I took it literally and panicked the whole time. All of a sudden, I had to go the bathroom, and as I made my way to the bathroom, I accidentally stepped on his oxygen cord. I kept it a secret because no one saw me. Not long after that, I was told he had passed away. I seriously thought I had killed him and it wasn't until years later that I was told he had died of heart complications or something. I did not kill him.

5) In my old neighborhood, my best friend was Jacob and we made this one kid believe that we had our own language. It made him so mad, he busted out crying and ran home and told his mom. She came over there and asked us why we had been mean to Weston, and we completely lied to her and told it was a game and he didn't participate. Sadly, I never felt bad. Neither did Jacob.

6) Right after I got my license, Brandee and I almost hit a guy in front of us on a moped. He just slammed on brakes and started walking his moped on 601. I didn't know what to do.

7) I didn't want to move out of my old house. Looking back I have no idea why. For memories sake, I still have my old door knob.

8) Last summer, my mac hard drive crashed. I literally cried myself to sleep. How lame is that?

9) My all time favorite movie is Cinderella. I still have a little girl heart and high hopes of a Prince Charming with a glass slipper.

10) I was once thought I had found my Prince Charming. It was a false alarm. I've learned though, not to let my heart go so easily. At the time though, I really didn't think i was a easy faller.

11) My job is at Encouragym. Its an awesome place. I've worked there for two weeks and I already want to retire. 

12) Throughout my whole life, I have never lived in a two story house. When I finally get a house, I dream of a staircase with a hidden passageway beneath it.

13) The first CD I ever bought with my own money was Britney Spears.  I remember a few years later, I just threw it out.

14) I am such a procrastinator. My senior year in high school, I waited all semester until 2 days before to do a research project. It was massive. By the grace of God I made an A.

15) I have the worst fears tornadoes. Other people find them cool. I find them absolutely terrifying. It may have something to do with me actually being in one.

16) My dream prince charming is a mixture of my brother and my dad, Doug Witherup and the singing voice of Ray Lamontagne. Odd mixture but I have feeling he will be perfect for me.

17) Every year at the beach, my family always goes to play putt putt. All through the years, it has been my favorite part of vacation. Even now.

18) I had the biggest celebrity crush on Leonardo Dicaprio. Since then, that crush has changed to Patrick Dempsey.

19) Ever since I was younger, I have declared I was going to marry a youth pastor. I have yet to find out if my declaration is true.

20) I have never had extremely short hair. I just can't bring myself to cut it to short.

21) Sweet Pea is my favorite scent at Bath and Body Works.

22)When I was nine, I decided to go look through all my birthday cards that we had kept over the years that were inside my baby book. While going through one, I found ten dollars.

23) I want to be a teacher, but even more than that, I want to be a wife and a mommy. I want to be the wife that is completely adored and have the marriage that everyone wants. I want to be a great mom. Not only to my own kids, but to my kids friends too. I want to be one of those moms, where my kids have no problem bringing their friends around and their friends love chilling at my house.

24) Most of all, I want to do what God wants. I get really scared sometimes that I'm gonna miss his voice somehow. 

25) When I was eight, I memorized Proverbs 3. I have no idea why. I just decided too.

Thats all.  

Today has been one of the most challenging days I have experienced in awhile. Thats how it feels anyway. Honestly, when I think about it, it could have definitely been much worse. In the moment though, it felt like pure torture. My day started out normal. Waking up just in the knick of time to rush to social psychology class. Week Three: We are still on the topic of sex. Not that we are studying sexual orientations etc. Oh no. It just comes up. Usually it has something to do with someone quoting "You have to test drive the car before you buy it," or the ever popular, "Theres no harm in shopping around." Half of my class is obsessed with sex. Instead of studying methodology, we discuss Sex. After enduring the most boring class on earth, I made way downstairs to the Student Center to get something to eat and study for my biology quiz. That went well too. Like normal. I ate, studied, chilled with Porter, studied with Porter, and then made my way to class. Now let me explain my biology lab. It consists of only two people who are actually interested in biology. Mrs. Wallace, my professor, and Patti, with an I. How to describe Wallace. She is probably around 50, skinny, very independent woman who hates men, loves to torture her students with nonsense and talks just like my Aunt Fran. If you know my aunt, which I hope you don't, you know exactly what I am talking about. And Patti. Patti is around 40, a very quiet, humble, long bangs, glasses wearing woman. My first impression of Patti is either Leave It To Beaver mother, or cat lady. She insists on everything being perfect at the desk and she only goes to RCCC because her son refused to go to the same school she went to, so he got first pick, which was UNCC. I am sure she is not the attached type. Really. And  She actually enjoys the class. The rest of us, are only there to transfer. Because we have high hopes of busting out of those heavy RCCC doors and running toward freedom. Back to my day.  I settle down in my seat, sitting beside my favorite lab partner, Kayla, because she is the only one other than myself that actually talks at our table, and the fact she is one of my best friends. Did I mention Patti is in my biology group? YAY. Class eventually begins with Mrs. Wallace asking us if we remembered anything from last class because we had a quiz. I just know she was hoping that we had forgotten we had quiz, and therefore be completely off guard. Oh no. I remembered. SUCK ON THAT MRS WALLACE.  Quiz went fine. Patti got really nervous but I think she got through it. And then class begin. So there I sat, opened my book, turned to the page Mrs. Wallace told us too, and realized that my book page was discussing human anatomy instead of leaflets like everyone else. Yes. A students worse nightmare. The bookstore sold me the wrong book!!!!! I sat there contemplating what I should do. Should I interrupt class, tell everyone how I got screwed and explain that I need to go return my book. Or I should sit there, pretend to have the right book, skim off of everyone else's and secretly fix it before next class. I went for the second choice. Everything is fine. No one knows except Kayla, until Mrs. Wallace, with her Fran like voice says, "Ok guys, now we're gonna draw some of these different leaves. Turn to pg. 16.!" CRAP.  Nerves are running wild at this moment, and then Mrs. Wallace gets this look in her eye and says, "Does anyone not have their lab manual yet?" That was not said in a nice way either. Ashamedly, if thats even a word, I raised my hand. Her eyes burned holes into my soul. She slowly walked over to where I sat, looked me up and down, and with a evilish gaze, laid the paper down in front of me and said,"This is the only time I will do this for you. Go get your lab manual before next class." I immediately had to pee. I get through my class, horrible drawings, poor bladder and all. I quickly made my way to the bookstore, hoping to God the person would be a good hearted soul. Was he? No. He would not let me return my book. He wouldn't let me sell it back. He wouldn't let me do anything. ZIP. I know deep down it is not his fault, but everytime I see Jeff, or whatever his name is, I have a hatred vibe that beams. I ended up buying a new book. Seriously. Its not even worth it.  So after I talk to Jeff about biology, I also get the nerve to ask him about my social psychology book. You know, the class where all we talk about is sex. "See Jeff. Heres the thing. My test is friday. And your bookstore still doesn't have my book in. It's been three weeks.  Now, how am I supposed to be a 4.0 gpa student without a book? How is RCCC supposed to keep their gpa credits up if their students FAIL because they don't have books? Jeff, did you go to college? Do you understand the importance of a textbook? Its called the key to success." Jeff tried to reassure me that the books were on order, but they have been on order since the first day of class.  He also tried to get me to go ahead and purchase the book, that way once it finally did come in, on the LAST day of class, I would have it immediately.  I ended up going down to the computer lab, using a freakin PC which I hate, finding the number to Grays Bookstore at UNCC and calling them. Not only did they have my book, but it was cheaper.  TAKE THAT RCCC. YOU GOT PUNK'D. YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO GET MY MONEY BUT YOU DIDN'T. 

In the end, my day got better, after I ate some wonderful Zaxbys, got a book for a cheaper price, and then came home and chilled for a bit. I hope tomorrow is eventful as well, but not in the same way. In a nicer, friendly, surprising way.

We will see.

In the end...

Sometimes I feel like the things I do that I think are nice, other people just find completely annoying. Chances are that is not the case at all and its my own self problem. I guess its along the same lines as saying something in your head that you find completely funny, but once its spoken out loud, no one laughs, or smiles. Then you know it was only funny to you and you become self conscious all over again. Thats a pretty awkward experience that I encounter often. Honestly, the whole point is maybe I am way too critical of myself. There are definitely times I criticize myself with my every move, my every word, and the way I act. In fact, I am doing it right posting this blog. There I go being self conscious without realizing I am self conscious. What does that say about me? Well, I guess I am too critical of myself, and I need to stop being so self conscious. Because in the end, it doesn't even matter. And no, I did not mean to just quote Chester from Linkin Park. It just happened. There I go again. This is pointless. It is a never ending cycle that I need to work on ending.

"We see those cigarette advertisements with the rugged cowboy riding around alone on a horse, and we think that is strength, when, really, it is like setting your soul down on a couch and not exercising it. The soul needs to interact with other people to be healthy." - Don Miller.

"Forget about what's happened; don't keep going over old history.

Be alert, be present. I'm about to do something brand new."

-Isaiah 4:18 the message.

When nature calls, you must answer.

Last week and this past week, I have encountered quite a few things that has been breathtaking and a step toward something new in my life. I really feel like it is time to take that step toward adulthood, and the things I want. I am tired of being complacent and finally have the passion I need to reach for new goals. Why do I suddenly want to become a new person? I think it is a number of things. #1. I feel like I have been in the same rut for awhile.  Nothing depressing or anything, just unchanging. #2. I see the things I want in life, and I technically know that the only way I will achieve those new things is to fight and work toward them. Sometimes though, it just seems easier to sit and wait for them to come to you, but that will never happen, and you will look back 10 years down the road and every day will look the same. I don't want that anymore. I want newness. I want each day to be a different color. Dark days and bright days. Colorful and Black and White days. Each day brings me to a new experience. #3. New surroundings is a must. I have been surrounded by the same things for awhile. Friends, family, college life etc. Don't get me wrong, I love all of those things and all of those people, but its time for new people and new atmospheres. I will of course, keep those same things because they are loves of mine, but there is room for the unknown. #4. Goals. I have already said this, but ten years down the road, I want to be a completely different person. I want to spiritually grow, mature, grow in relationships, responsibility and become confident in who I am as a person. I will never be confident if I do not show myself the strength that I do have buried underneath fear that keeps trying to take control. 

This year is a year of possibilities and the unknown and when it ends, I want to look back and see where I have come from and see the new beauty I call life.

Now that I have written out the new passion  in my life, I end with the one hour that completely made my day. On tuesdays and thursdays, I get the joy(sarcasm) to awake at 6:30 and arrive at a 8am math class, with biology following after. During biology today, I not only witnessed a 22 yr old male ask to go to the bathroom, but I also heard some wise words from my professor. After looking at him shockingly, I mean we are in college, her answer was just this one line. "When nature calls, you must answer." Not only that, but she also informed us that North Carolina is the only state to have 5 different counties with syphilis counts. You know what that means? North Carolina is full of whores. Kudos to Kasey for making that comment publicly.

"All this feels strange and untrue, And I won't waste a minute without you
My bones ache, my skin feels cold, And I'm getting so tired and so old"

Distant Dreamer.

 One week into my Spring semester, and we have a snow day. A snow day, for maybe half an inch of snow. Nonetheless, I love snow days. I was exhausted, so getting some actual sleep was wonderful. Sitting around not having to work or going to class, got me thinking. Now that I am a sophomore in college, almost a junior, ha..I started wondering if my life is anything like I thought it once would be when I was a sophomore in high school. So I asked myself that question. And my answer was "you are completely opposite." After contemplating why I was so different, I came to the conclusion that no matter what the differences are, I am happy the way I have turned out thus far. Besides, most of the differences have to do with relationships, engagement and marriage, which none of those are major points in my life at the moment. Not my choice, but reality for now. Basically, my ending thought on that is...nothing turns out as it seems, but hopefully better. 

On another note, I sat and have watched the inauguration, and it cracks me up that President Obama has just started his presidency, and already the news media has described his inauguration speech as unimpressive, nothing standing out, and ordinary. The Fox guy could not even find a profound statement that he will be remembered for, right after the speech. Definitely no Kennedy speech with a "Ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your country." Thats really sad for him. Speech writing is no easy task. And speaking in public is the number one fear in the world. Cut the guy some slack. Seriously. Or maybe hire another speech writer, instead of baby face starbucks writer.

 I personally found a profound, strong statement from his speech, which I am sure many others did as well.

"To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist." 

I hope he means that in the way I take it.

This blog has no meaning whatsoever.

Now for a cup of hot tea and a movie.

I love snow days.

I should move where it snows more often.