Thursday, September 29, 2011

Chapter 13- My Cat has Diabetes

Feline Diabetes. It's real and it is ruining my life.


"You didn’t give your cat diabetes. You can give your cat a good quality of life with this disease. Make sure your quality of life is good, too. Diabetes takes good care but it doesn’t have to rule your life. Learn to relax, accept your mistakes, and be patient" -feline diabetes.com

Interesting. I was just sure you could give incurable diseases to animals all the time.

Wierd.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Chapter 12- We are hideous

Who needs friends when you have roommates like this?




Thursday, September 22, 2011

Chapter 11- Luck be a lady tonight



Once upon a time, I forgot my keys.
After searching through my backpack and saying a few curse words (like crapface and fetchhead; get your mind out of the gutter!) I surrendered and sat content on the sidewalk. My books are strewn all over the balcony. I may have permanently damaged the door from pulling so hard. My hair is messed but the sky is blue. The shadows are cool. The neighbor has a fantastic voice and is unknowingly serenading me. I'd say I lucked out.
The end.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Chapter 10- Not Cool. Not. Cool

No, I don't appreciate it when you retell my stories to other people without my knowledge.
No, I don't think it's okay for you to tell the person that I went out with that I thought our date was awkward.
No, I don't feel like I should have to apologize, but now I have to.
No, I didn't realize you don't know how to keep a secret.
No, I won't be telling you anything personal again.
No, I'm not upset. I'm frustrated and confused.
No, I don't think things will ever be the same.
No, I will not be trusting you anytime soon.

Yes, you have crossed a line.


Monday, September 19, 2011

Chapter 9- Sweet Smellin'


I'm not one to notice whether or not a guy smells good, but good gracious the kid sitting next to me smells like heaven to the nostrils. It smells like I need to be on a sailboat on a crystalline ocean with the sun kissing the horizon in the distant while I am wearing a white sundress and a big hat.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Chapter 8- Mother Knows Best

this week has been a little like this.

So I really needed this.








Saturday, September 17, 2011

Chapter 7- Cabin Fever


Where do you go when you need to get out of your head; to just leave every worldly worry and lonesome care in your mind and step outside for a breather when life gets to crazy?
I want somewhere that has primitive beauty,
unblemished and unaffected.

Give me a place where the the trees are towering and water is as deep and blue as any ocean coast. Afford me a little bit of sky so full of stars they alone light up the night.
Find me a place where the birds' song cuts through the crisp wilderness air;
a place where nature is kept in perfect order.
Give me life.


Chapter 6- Missing you

To the man that taught me to live my dreams no matter the cost
and gave the world the best rendition of I Love You Baby.
To the man that wasn't afraid to be ugly and unreasonably terrifying
and risked a little too much.



You will always be in my heart.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Chapter 5: Lather, rinse, repeat

Looking for somewhere you can cry. Not just a few tears, but the crying where your shoulders shake and you get the hiccups?




Just try it.

(Also please notice where I found that picture. Thank you Google.)

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Chapter 4: Facebook Friendzy

See what I did there? I put friends into frenzy! Clever, I know.

Unbeknownst to many a soul, I tend to have a fascination with deleting friends. I delete them from my phone, Facebook, and sometimes my life. You may be gasping and saying to yourself, "Self, who is this fiend?" but I, of course, have stimulations. If I haven't seen, talked, thought about, discussed, or stalked in over two months, they are GONE; deleted forever from my life. At least, that's how it's supposed to work. Moving up to college posed a minute problem. Some of these people that had been long forgotten suddenly reentered my life... well that is they tried to, but I had deleted them long before. Thus things get complicated.

To all of those boys, girls, friends, family, associates, and strangers that I have deleted from Facebook I am sorry. It's an addiction not an offense. I simply can't resist the power and I am really sorry I am the worst person ever. Also, how was I supposed to know I would move into your ward? Awkward.

Chapter 3: Tsk tsk tsk

I need to do better.
I put off blogging until everything is
piled up in my mind
and I have too much to say.
or I have to study for two Nursing tests.
and a lab.




College is different this time
My roommates are unbelievable.
We laugh.
We sleep.
We talk.
We share.
We eat.
We shop.
We walk.
We run.
We ache.
We love.



I am officially a pre-nurse.
It's hard.
Mornings are early.
Nights are late.
Homework is relentless.
Scrubs are comfy.
Bodies are naked.
I'm immature.
I feel scared,
anxious,
excited,
impassioned,
tired,
unprepared.

This is college.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Chapter 2- Freckle Faced Red Headed Fool

Once upon a time a girl decided to go to Lake Powell with friends from school and a few of their significant others. Nights were late and mornings were demonically early.
On top of the lack of sleep, the sun was high and hot and the air conditioner
wasn't in working order. This was a recipe for disaster.
You see, this girl tends to
be blunt and lives life unfiltered.


The story goes like this:

Me: Did you know you look like a baby dinosaur?
Her: umm...
Him: Cami, you need to work on a little thing called tact.
Me: Oh don't worry. I like making
a public fool of myself.





Tact
Who needs it?
Apparently my strange tendencies aren't socially acceptable
and neither is telling people
they resemble animals.

oh well

Friday, September 2, 2011

Chapter 1- introductions


I have made a (hopefully) permanent decision.
I am going to really make this blog about my Bathroom Chronicles.
Each post will be a chapter in my life.
So allow me to properly introduce myself.
(this is really hard for me to do)

I’m not like you. I’m not even like me; at least not the “me” that you see. I’m just over average height with a long, barrel ribbed torso and short legs recently defined with muscle from my uptake of running. With chiseled calves, I find my lowers legs the envy of my friends and gym buddies. I have been well endowed with a chest that is both a curse and a blessing. I will never fit in a size small shirt unless I want to look like a hooker, and I’m much too modest for such things. I have a thick mane of long hair that has been well trained and is usually well kept. With a shade of red that you can’t even find in a bottle, I feel defined by how rare it is and the luster that is often the center of flattery.

This is what you see.

Behind the toothy smile and boisterous laugh is a girl standing on the edge of womanhood and clinging to the remains of childhood innocence. She has bad days. She has bad weeks. Sometimes she wakes up and wants nothing more than to turn back the clock. She has done things that she can’t take back and wishes she could. There are days were she laughs only to keep from crying. Underneath the sharp sarcasm and witty comebacks is blaring vulnerability.

She pines for perfection.

If she isn’t liked by everyone it’s some fault of her own. She looks to surround herself with people that are pretty, talented, and popular, but finds herself feeling less esteemed among men because of it. A fa├žade of confidence and vivacious energy graces every word and action. Inside she is afraid and she is insecure.

What if in comparison to others she falls short?

What if she isn’t good enough?

On the outside everyone assumes she is put together. Her role in life’s grand scheme is simply a part she has found herself cast into. On the inside she is a kaleidoscope. She feels disappointment, frustration, and embarrassment. Her skills with time management are lacking, but she always finds time to accomplish what she wants. The untidiness of her room matches the mayhem inside of her mind and her sense of time is askew. She calls it being “fashionably late.” As an unintentional pacifist, she won’t put up a fight unless you threaten her family or friends. She avoids contention preferring to let the anger bottle up inside of her until she explodes at a moment’s notice. She loathes lack of control. Usually she’s just happy to be around, but change your plans on her at the last moment and this girl won’t be able to handle it. Her animated demeanor shrouds her anxiety.

She isn’t perfect, but she has a perfect understanding of who she is.

She is quick to laugh and easy to please. The mellowness of her nature disguises the depth of her mind. A 4.0 student, she finds herself enraptured with the eloquence of language and mysteries of the world. Quite frankly, she’s smart. She is a talented writer. Her mind absorbs the things she’s taught. She has the ability to recall what she has learned. She knows how to be proactive. Next to the gym, her family, and her religion, school is the only thing she’s truly dedicated to. Looking deeper, you see that her heart is full of good intentions.

Compassion is in her nature.

It doesn’t matter who you are, what you look like, what choices you’ve made, or what you look like. She won’t judge. Perhaps it comes from her fear of being judged herself, but she believes everyone deserves a fair chance.

She simply loves.

She loves life, her family, her God, her friends, and herself. She is a daughter of God. She revels in moments of unexpected adventure along the journey. Life has tossed her on the unrelenting waves of heartbreak and uncertainty, but she has learned to be a strong swimmer. Through it all she has grown closer to Christ and discovered true love and acceptance.

This is who she is.



Total Eclipse of the Heart

Before I forget this video is absolutely hilarious.