Sometimes, I'm not in the writing mood. But you better check your gutters for golden tickets because today is your lucky day!
Thought I'd start with one of my favorite things; when people completely misuse the word literally. I literally could write an entire blog post--no, an entire blog, about how ridiculously often I hear it used in the wrong context. I don't always write them down, but when I do....they go in my blog.
Girl in Sociology class: "Yeah, we were really close, like I literally and physically stuck my back out for them". Okay soc girl, let's start with your first mistake; how does one literally stick their back out for someone else? Did they use you as a foot bridge? Were you offering your back for sunscreen to be applied? I don't get it. Secondly; if you are, in fact, literally sticking your back out for someone, then you are also physically doing it. I can't think of a scenario in which literally sticking your back out for someone wouldn't require some physical movement of the spine. But apparently in at least two different situations, you literally and physically stuck your back out for your friends. You go girl!
Alright, we've dealt with that. Now I can literally delete it from my list and sleep in peace tonight. I try to keep my blog lighthearted, but I must update you all on a recent sad day in my life. On Wednesday, June 4th, Eric and I lost our little Louie the Tortoise. :( I won't spend time reccounting the details of his death, but its safe to say he had some disease/bacterial infection. Guys. It was Ginger the Hamster all over again. I cried and I cried, we got Chipotle and I cried some more. He was just a little guy! Supposed to outlive me! I had gotten so used to having him around, singing "Honey Honey" from Mama Mia and replacing it with his name, and saying goodnight and good morning. My very first pet. The night after he passed away I insisted to Eric that something sweet would make us both feel better. Well naturally his death fell right in the midst of my beautiful cold, so anything dairy was out of the picture. Do you know how hard it is to find a decent desert that doesn't have dairy?! Trader Joes Jo-Jos was the answer.
Louie will be missed dearly, which is saying a lot because I (though not as bad as my sister) am not the biggest animal lover out there. But Louie was my perfect pet. His only job was to sit there and look cute.
Well family, I think its safe to say that I am ready to. go. home. I had two finals last Saturday at the generous hour of 8am, which means one more for me to slaughter! Boy am I counting down the days. (there's 4. In case you wanted to know.) I'm trying my best to muster up the motivation to study for this last one--but you want to know one of the worst things that can happen during finals week? Your roommate discovering a new TV show on Netflix. No, no, that's not the bad part. What makes it miserable is when its a show about London midwifes. When they aren't speaking in British accents to each other (which I personally can't stand), loud screams and moans are coming from the mothers giving birth. And those screams echo. Throughout my entire apartment.
Cheers to surviving finals week.
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