confessions and observations

>Can we all agree that when there is a baby or little child around it is impossible to NOT make funny faces at them when their mom isn't looking?

>Never watch a movie with a child that you actually want to watch. Because they will explain in detail what is happening throughout the entire thing.

>I love anybody who helps me avoid standing up. When we get put into groups for classwork I appreciate when my group gathers around me instead of me to them. It is welcomed when the doorbell rings and I yell "come in" and they actually do. And anyone who offers me piggy back rides gets a gold star.

>When a teacher passes out an assignment and you start furiously working on it and then she says "oh and we're not turning it in." Immediately I think "well then, screw that" and I get back on pinterest.

>Whenever I mention that I rock climb people always feel the need to tell me about all of their friends that got hurt climbing. Thanks, that's always exactly what I want to hear.

phase one complete

One of these is needed after sorting through your possessions.
Remember when I said that I was going to do that "100 things" challenge?
Well I started.
I knew that I had to tackle my closet first and foremost.
There was just too many clothes in there.
I piled up all of the clothes that I haven't worn in years.
And the clothes that I secretly hate but was in denial about.
Then came the shoes.
And then the makeup.
(I don't even wear makeup...why was I hanging onto it?)
I had myself quite the nice pile.
I took most of it and sold it at Plato's and then the rest was taken to D.I. as donations.
And ya know what?
I don't miss any of it.
Not one bit.
I can't believe that I had spent so much money on clothes that I don't even wear.
As I was making the give away pile it was like a dagger in my heart every time I added to the pile.
How many cool adventures could I have gone on with the money spent on these things?
Well, the past is the past.
So I will just have to remember these regretful thoughts next time I find myself in a clothing store.
I am still going through my clothes slowly but surely.
Wearing clothes that I am hanging on hope for and then realizing that I actually hate them.
And it's refreshing.
My life doesn't feel so cluttered.

one

I went on a hike yesterday.
By myself.
I thought it would be a freeing and reflective experience.
And it was.
It takes a whole lot more will power to make it to the top when you are by yourself.
But then after my reflecting I regretted going by myself.
I had temporarily sat down on a bench to take a rest and I set my hand down next to me.
And I set it down right on a wasp.
And that beast stung me good.
As I gripped my hand a look of horror crossed my face, I'm sure.
Because the last time I got stung (as a child) I passed out and woke up later on my couch.
I started having visions of passing out and dying and nobody finding my body for weeks.
So I mentally began writing my will.
My Quarry pass was to go to Brooklyn.
My clothing was to go to charity.
My unicycle (Ok, Tyler's unicycle) would be buried with me.
My Pokemon cards would go to Kathy.
Paul's harness would be returned to him.
My pillow would go to Eric.
And the rest could be scavenged.
I texted Brooklyn to tell her that I might not make it down the mountain and that she would be receiving a gift from me from beyond the veil.
About halfway down the mountain I started getting dizzy (this could've been from lack of water...)
And my hand started swelling.
The end was inevitable, I just knew it.
Finally, and dramatically, I made it down the mountain and shouted Hallelujahs to the sky.
As I sit here now with mud covering my hand to ease the pain I hope my allergies aren't life-threatening.
But in the case they are, consider this will official.
As there is a notary sitting right next to me to confirm it.