Why hello there.

This, my friends, is what the kids call "Condescending Wonka". I took it upon myself to create this little meme. Its completely sarcastic and gives me quite the chuckle.

In other words, hello my dear family and friends. As I am currently in training to become a full-blown tea-drinking-London buck, my time has been consumed with researching things like "bits n' bons" and "bob's your Uncle". But really, turns out  being a student in a foreign country for 3 months takes a little bit of effort. Hm. I have also been preoccupied with the influx of student visitors post-acceptance letters, taking a full load of classes that all happen to be the most challenging in my major, and well, continuing to be my usual quirky and dramatic self. All in a day's work. 

You may recall a few years back when I took a ballroom dance lesson and was not pleasantly surprised to find that the pool of men who sign up for ballroom dance lessons are less than impressive. You know the type-sweaty palms, New Balance sneakers with jeans (no, not Gramps), a hairstyle that could use a serious dose of gel, and enough sweat to solve California's drought crisis. Well, fast forward to this year when Eric expressed interest in ballroom dance...seriously, who is this man sometimes? As one of my Christmas presents to my fellow, I signed us up for the same dance lessons. Last week was Week 1 and would you believe it, same crowd of men came out of the woodworks. Even one repeat offender, Rico! (Oh but don't worry, this year he is a TA for the class. Life goals right there). The thing with this class is not everyone has a partner and you rotate after every song. As luck would have it, I got stuck with the same ginger for practically every dance. Tall, awkward, leering eyes and hands that literally, literally, had flakes of skin falling off of them. Whhhhhyyyy meeeeee?! At least Eric seemed to enjoy himself and, as predicted, thought he was coolest thing since sliced bread after the practice was over. This week is the Rumba, and I can only pray that Sir Flakesalot stays far away from me and my hands.

This weekend was also the most important day of my career. Decision. Day. Also known as the day where thousands of admitted students crusade our campus with their ever-panicked parents in hopes of soon making a college decision. It also means tours around the clock, and with my Studying abroad orientation the same day, I couldn't be in two places at once. So what did poor little old me do? I signed up for the 4:30am shift. *Shoots myself in the foot* No, we did not offer tours this early (though I'm sure many parents would have jumped at the chance). I had the pleasure of setting up tents and tour tickets in the pitch black. The good news? Decision day took place right next door to a Starbucks on campus. The bummer? It didn't open until 6am. You can best believe I about hurdled over the counter at 6am on the dot. This girl needs her caffeine. An IV would surely make things easier.

I'm not sure what else there is to touch on. This weekend is yet another big event for our campus; Picnic day! It is the largest student run event in the country and attracts over 50,000 visitors to campus in one day. And so concludes my tour guide fun fact for the day. It basically a free-for-all event with a million things happening all over campus put on by different departments on campus. All I know is that I'm marching backwards, might I add, in the Picnic Day parade with my fellow tour guides! You heard me. We're marching backwards. Bring on the calves of steel. This is my first parade since symphonic band in junior high...the glory days.

So there you are, a brand-spanking new blog post. As always, I will try to write again soon...lol at that one. I know, I drop the ball sometimes but this was always intended as a light-hearted form of expression. I do what I can to make my family still loving me. I'm totally joking, but you know what I mean :) Also, I try to keep this blog from getting too heavy but if you're reading this than send up a prayer for my family! Prayers of gratitude for a positive outcome with Nani's heart surgery, and prayers of energy and provision for her recovery and all of those involved in the process. My family is better than yours and I will say it until the day that I die.