Holiday Season!

         I love the holiday season. A sick as I am, and as stressed as I'll be, nothing cheers me up like Christmas! I love holiday carolers and bells ringing. I love wrapping paper and bows and decorating. I love baking cookies with my mom, and eating them with my dad. It doesn't matter what's going on in my life. If Christmas is around, I'll be happy.
         I love black Friday! Now I'm making it a tradition to go. Even if I don't actually need anything. I like the waiting in line all bundled up in a blanket. I love drinking hot coco while eating some fatty burger with fries and ketchup. I love the rush of when the doors open, and the not knowing of who else is going for the exact thing as you. Two years ago, these two really mean ladies were so aggressive. They were in the front of the line, and when the doors opened they were pushing everyone. They pushed this little old woman into the wall. I thought, "hey, they probably really want a TV or something." I saw them ten minutes later with two carts full of white pillows. PILLOWS. Really? Maybe they just really like the sport of it too.
       I love giving gifts. I don't always have much to give, but it's always from the heart! It's that kind of gift that makes you all quiet for a second. It'll remind them of how we met, or some inside joke we always laugh about, or that one day in the fifth grade when you stood up to that bully for me. I like gift giving also, because I have this crazy love for wrapping gifts. I'm very good at it. If I could do  it for a living I would.
     Christmas traditions really do it for me. They give my life that little high that keeps me going. It's good for everyone to have that little something special in their lives.

Halloweenie

   Well this past week/weekend was pretty crazy. I went home on Wednesday( I live in San Antonio which isn't far at all) and had an amazing yummy dinner with my parents. I was going to come back to San Marcos but that huge storm came through so I ended up staying in SA. Thursday, which was Halloween, I had the privilege of setting up the house for my moms Halloween party. The house was covered with fake spiders and cute decoration. I also got to make these super cute mummy things. I bought mini wienies, and wrapped them in croissants to look like mummies. Needless to say, they came out super yummy and cute!
   Later that night me and my boyfriend and some friends handed out candy and had a little get together which was pretty fun but I didn't do anything wild like a lot of people did which I saw all over instagram! From the pictures I saw, sixth street looked crazy fun. Overall my weekend was a success and I can't wait for this upcoming weekend because it's one of my friends twenty first birthday so were going to surprise him friday at a party his family is throwing and on Saturday a bunch of our friends and I are going to go to his favorite club.

I just don't want to go home

Since I've been here I haven't really missed my family or being home. Most of my friends have gone home at least three times, and I don't understand why. I was so ready to be away from all of my family. I was tired of the jealousy, the fights, and all the tears. I've grown up having divorced parents that are both remarried, and it's been a living nightmare having to deal with four parents. All of them always accusing the other one of doing something wrong, and I get stuck in the middle of it all. Moving away from my mom in New Jersey to be with my dad in Texas was one of the hardest things for me to do. I thought it would solve my problem of being depressed, but it didn't. Even half way across the country I had problems with my mom, and now even my dad and stepmom. By the time I was a senior in high school I was ready more than ever to be away from all of my parents. It's been hard always having to choose between the two, whether it's who I want to live with or who I want to spend which holiday's with, or anything else. It sucks that they just can't get along, they always blame the other parent for the most stupid things, and it's getting old. I feel like I'm more of an adult sometimes than they are. I mean, at my graduation they went on opposite sides of the school so they wouldn't be near each other, and afterwards I couldn't even have one big family party. Don't get me wrong, I love all four of my parents, but I'm tired of them. Being away from all of them makes life so much easier because now I don't live with one or the other, so that takes a lot of the jealousy away. I'm dreading the holiday's though because I always have to choose one family over the other to be with, and it always feels like I'm hurting someone's feelings in the end. No matter who I choose to be with for whatever purpose, I always hurt the other. Growing up always feeling as if you're hurting your parents is hard to do, but eventually you have to get over it because in the end, so do they. I like having a whole month off from school, but at the same time I hate it because I don't really want to go home to either home. I enjoy living on my own and not having to listen to all the arguments and problems. I just don't want to go home.

Dreaded Speech

Today I had to present my informative speech in my communications class. I am perhaps the most shy person on the planet and I absolutely dread public speaking. I would rather write a 20 page paper than publicly speak for five minutes. I was so miserable all day just thinking about it.

Not only did I have to worry about my speech but I also had a Fine Arts test this morning which probably was not my best seeing as how all I could think about was my speech. I practiced all throughout the day, walking around mouthing my speech looking like a crazy person talking to myself. I arrived to my communications class dressed in my business casual attire and scared out of my mind.

 As I sat through my peers' speeches I was trembling in my seat waiting for my turn. When the moment finally came wasn't that bad. The time flew by and I got pretty good reactions from the crowd. I did my best and I think I did good enough to make an A which is all that truly matters to me.

Scuba Certification Weekend

 This weekend was my scuba class certification weekend. It is not mandatory, but after attending the class weeks for 12 and getting an A on the final I was like why wouldn’t I get officially certified to dive whenever I want. Not to mention it was also extremely fun in the process. So for the certification my fellow classmates and I had to travel solo or carpool to Blue Lagoon just outside of Huntsville. I carpooled with my dive buddy; it took about 3 hours and was an awesome drive. Once there we meet up with the rest of our class and began to do some dive prep and planning for our first dive. The first dive is a skills test; we go down and perform all the basic underwater skills needed to operate as a diver. After that dive we had a 1-hour brake. I took this time to set up my tent and get everything situated since we would be camping that night. After that hour was up we started the second dive. The Second dive was a rescue dive. All we had to do was demonstrate that we could safely bring a person who is unconscious to the surface. Since that dive was so short we also did the 3^rd dive with it, which was a tour of the area we were in. It was the funniest dive of the day because we just got to swim around and checkout sunken boats and whatnot. After the 3^rd dive we were just got to chill. That night we drank some brew around the campfire and played Cards of Humanity. It was a kick ass night, a little cold but the fire made up for it. The next day we had one dive left to complete before we got our certifications, it was the student led dive. For this dive the objective was for us the students to plan and execute a dive on our own with an instructor just following along. Everyone did it perfectly and we all got our certifications.

stress stress and more stress

The semester is almost over. We only have a little over a month left, and it is staring to get to me. I just took my last test before my final exam in two of my classes which is pretty scary. The semester went by way too fast, and now we need to start preparing for finals. I am scared for that week of finals because I am hoping that I do well on all of my exams. Exams so far haven't been extremely difficult since I've been studying for all of them. I really didn't expect the semester to go by this fast. It is going to be a lot of studying and a lot of stress. I am ready for all of that to be over so I can just relax, but until then I will just be freaking out until the day comes.

time flies

The other day in my chemistry lab, someone said we only had four more labs left. It’s crazy to think the first semester is almost over. I still feel like we just got in school. I guess since I’m go busy, time has been flying by. Today I am signing a lease on an apartment at capstone cottages. Typing that sounds crazy. It is weird how I’m already getting my first apartment. I don’t seem old enough to have an apartment. Thanksgiving is coming in a couple of weeks and then before I know it I will be back home for Christmas break. I kind of don’t want the semester to be over. It going by too fast. Even though I’m not too fond of school and homework, I don’t want to go home for Christmas break. I want to stay here. I have made a ton of friends and I don’t want to leave. Cedar Park, my hometown sounds really boring compared to here. It will be nice to relax and be with my family and my dog but after like the first week I’ll be relaxed enough and want to be back in San Marcos. I’m sad the semester is coming to an end. I feel like I need more time to grades to where I want them to be. And today I heard that I have another exam in chemistry next week. This will be our third exam and we only have four in the semester. It really shows how close we are to being out of school.