The Testing Center

The testing center.... the three most dreaded words in the college vocabulary. At least every normal person in college. But am I normal? I think not. You may be asking...why on earth does this crazy girl like going to the awful place that makes you be quiet and put your backpack in a funny bag and prevent you from nonchalantly looking over your shoulder to see what the idiot next to you got on number three, just to make sure you're on the right page?

Reason #1: The only class that actually makes me go to the testing center is my CNA class. And these aren't actual tests, they are just semi-long quizzes. And I have gotten 100% on every single one....except for one, I missed the one about washing hands, 10-15 seconds just didn't seem long enough!

Reason #2: There just happens to be a beautiful boy that works there. And apparently he knows my entire family, which at least gave us something to talk about. And I'm pretty sure he is at least an inch taller than me, which totally works, I don't like looking up at people anyway. And he pretty much told me that I smell deliciously wonderful and he loves me. Well he actually just asked me if i put lotion on, and I said ya sorry its so smelly (cause it really was super strong but my hands were so dry from washing them with such wonderful technique in my CNA class!) And he always sits me at the same computer (#4), and I'm pretty sure its because at that computer he has the perfect angle to watch me take my tests so awesomely successfully! Except for the time the weird kid that told me my hair was rad sat me at Computer #8, I don't think my love was very happy about that! And neither was I because that is when I missed my one and only "wash your hands for 30 seconds" question! Freak!

I love the Testing Center! It give me such joy to go there every tuesday and friday at 11:00!

Ice Skating!!!

Ha my awkward facial expression really expresses my emotions at this time! Ice skating is freaking hard! And I was so nervous and crappy! And they gave me the little girl skates with pink laces cause they knew that I was on the same level as the five year olds!

Notice the dissheveled bangs and curly hair...well lets just say it wasn't because of my incredible speed and skill! It was so cold my hair actually curled! And I'm pretty sure my toes got frost bite and are in the process of falling off.

Scary face...I know....but what do you do. And yes, that is an actual boy, in real life. Not just an ambiguous figure that I stalk at the bank and church events. I went on a date. Ha and it was a pretty funny one, I'm not gonna lie. First off, lets just remember how physically coordinated I am... Then lets think of how this kid that I went on a date with kept telling me, "Well, I'm just naturally pretty talented physically," and "my body fat percent was like the lowest in our school." And let's add the fact that I was on ice! But it really was super fun and I actually kind of got the hang of it after a while.....after like an hour and a half of him pulling me around the ice:)

Oh and just to add to the awesomeness of my dating experience...

1. My mom used to babysit him when he was little and I still vividly remember him climbing the huge pine tree in front of my house. He said he had absolutely no recollection of me.

2. When he came to pick me up my sister told us that she wanted a picture of him lifting me in true figure skating manner. He replied with a "Ya, I don't think I'm even close to that strong." For real. Out loud. In front of me and my mom and sister. Ouch.

Seriously?

In our culture, the loss of wisdom teeth is almost a right of passage. Once you have gone through the excruciating pain and the fat face, and for the most elect, dry sockets, you can officially say that you are no longer a child. Well lets just say, I am a freaking adult! Last Monday I went to the cute little asian's office for the removal of my childhood. When I woke up, to my great surprise, I was giggling like a four year old! Being the extreme crier that I am, I just expected to be one of the blubbering girls you see so often. NOPE! I was just laughing up a storm. Until my mom tried to get me to drink V8 Juice, I told her on no uncertain terms that I don't like tomatoes! And then had the best ice cream cone of my life. By the end of the week my face was feeling better and I could almost eat macaroni and cheese. So I go to school all week, the swelling getting less and less. The food getting more and more solid. When all of the sudden yesterday, the right side of my face is double the size it was when I got my teeth out! What the heck? Yes, I got a freaking infection and had pus leaking into my mouth!!! Not good! So now I'm on another set of drugs and I am just not very happy about the condition of my health! On top of all of that I had to get a tetanus shot and went to a really intense dance class that basically ripped every muscle in my body. I'm hoping that this long weekend will give me the chance to heal so I can walk and eat normal solid foods. And that is my excuse for not blogging in the past like month, so stop giving me crap! You know who you are!