Status: Reaching Out

Last night...well...actually at 2:30 this morning I decided I wanted to start a blog. Many people ask about my life and i am hesitant to offer any details of it. However, behind this screen I feel secure and I will not hold back. Feel free to ask me questions on any one of my many social network profiles and I will give an honest but probably x-rated version of the truth. For those who made it through the boring introduction I will now jump into the good stuff or bad depending on your outlook. Also every new subject has the title of a song to introduce it.



August 15, 2010

"I Know, I Know, I Know" My Room is a Mess:

It was Sunday. So anyone that knows me, knows where i was. drum roll please: CHURCH! I would say it was fun but why lie. Lets start with the fact that my body decided to wake me up at 6 in the morning. I was like fantastic! now I have to figure out something to do for 2 hours while I wait on everyone else to wake up. Needless to say I was not happy! So I started packing up my room for college (I leave Wednesday). The only thing I managed to do was to completely destroy my room. Then my mom walks in and says "You need to do something about this, your room is a mess." I told her "I'm packing to leave," while secretly thinking "no shit sherlock, i mean i am trying to pack up all this shit." Of course I would never say something like that to my mom because she would shit a brick and then slap me upside my head.
Here's a few photos of my "packing process"

As you can see, the room was not that bad. Anyways I worked on this until I left for church. 

My "Intuition" Said it was Going to be a Long Sermon:

Well I passed out in the car and when i woke up we were there (our church is in Chappell Hill).

If you don't know this, both of my parents are preachers. My mom is an evangelist and my stepdad is a minister. Well every third sunday they alternate preaching. it was my moms turn to preach and I was excited! I mean they both preach long but her sermons are shorter and more interesting than my stepdad's. well it was just my luck that my mom was having a colonoscopy done on the 16th of August and she had a certain medicine schedule she had to follow so she could not preach. So my stepdad stepped in to preach for her. well anyone who has ever heard him preach knows that you have to be mentally prepared for that and clearly no one at the church was. I should have taken pics of the bored faces. Anyways he started preaching and I would constantly look at the clock. I looked at the clock and then I thought I looked again 5 mins later but the clock had not even moved. I was like God I cannot take too much more of this. An hour later he finally finished. I was so excited that he preached a short sermon. I know, your thinking "AN HOUR, that is not a short sermon." well his first sermon was over 2 hrs and he normally preaches an hour and 30 mins. So an hour was short to us. we got out of church around 2.

A "Common Reaction" to Medication:

 My mom started taking her meds for the colonoscopy and they make you poo out everything in your colon. poor unsuspecting me went into the bathroom to see what she was doing and to see when we were leaving. It was now 2:30 and i was ready to get home. well I walked in on her cleaning poo off the floor and walls. Once again I probably should have gotten pics but I was too disgusted. I just looked and said "uhh...did the toilet explode or did you just miss?" She was like "it was splashing everywhere." I was like "how the hell does that stuff splash on the floor and walls?" I did not ask that because i honestly did not want to know. when she was well enough to leave we sped down the highway. we got all the way to waller and had to stop at the shell so she could relieve herself. She tells us to "come in and buy something so she won't look bad using their bathroom," then walks off. I was like "who is going to pay?" Finally my stepdad paid. I saw a little girl sitting outside the bathroom and I thought she was waiting to use it. I thought to myself "poor unsuspecting girl," then I saw her grandma come out of the bathroom and thought "she dodged a bullet because I am sure that bathroom stinks." We made it home without having to stop again. My mom had to take 8 oz of that medicine every 10 mins until she finished the four liters of it. It smelled like juice and I was like "it must be good." Well she cried and whined about taking it every time I forced her to take it. eventually she finished it and everything was all good. 

I finished cleaning my room the got in the bed.

Life is messy, 

Cee.iN.Jay