I'm busy as a bee...

I know that I have been neglecting my blog and all of my blog friends. I do love this outlet and catching up with your lives dearly, but this week is super busy. Super super busy.

You heard of my busy Friday and Saturday. Sunday wasn't so busy, I was in bed most of the day recovering from my Saturday night. Then I went and visited my aunt Annya at her hotel that evening, followed by spending some time with a guy that I like to hang out with. Monday I did the whole class thing, but Monday was kind of crummy as well. I learned we have a nutritionist, and I feel like I'm being put on a diet against my will. I didn't do very well on my piano exam. Then we had formal dinner. I went and hung out with that guy again, and it was nice to get to escape the things that had stressed me out that day. We watched the awful men's national championship game together, a movie, and a couple episodes of Arrested Development. I've never seen Arrested Development before, and it's pretty freakin' funny. I was also introduced to some new music, wish I could remember names of artists...

Tuesday was super busy. I had class all day, and then I went to the OU/OSU bedlam baseball game to hang out with my APO little Nageen. My throat had felt funny all day, but I ignored it and went on with my day. Then yesterday I woke up with THE WORST sore throat ever. As the day progressed, it got worse and worse. Last night was our annual BBQ philanthropy, and I had to leave around 7:15 because I just felt so terrible. I went upstairs to check my temperature and it measured a 100.3. That's pretty high for me, as my internal temp runs a little cool at 97.4-97.6. I called home to tell them I thought I was getting strep throat, and Annya informed me that Emma has strep. I figure if I have it, it's from being at Chuck E Cheese's on Friday night, damn snot-nosed kids.

I tried to go to Urgent Care but seemed to have misplaced my insurance card since my appendix fiasco, and they wouldn't see me unless I paid for everything upfront. A whopping $112. Who has that much cash on hand? So instead of being seen last night, I came back home, drank lots of water, took some tylenol and vitamins, and took my sick butt to bed. I was in bed by 9:30 or so but I didn't fall asleep until almost 11. I slept for a solid 7 hours before I woke up, and my fever had broken in the night. I have an appointment at 2:30 today to be seen for strep, but now my ears are aching really bad.

If this is a bad case of allergies, this is the worst I've ever had. I don't really understand my body. I'm taking better care of it than ever before this semester, and it's not responding well. I usually have a kick ass immune system, but I've been sick THREE TIMES now.

And on top of all this, the week isn't slowing down at all.
I have tickets for Miranda Lambert's show in Norman tonight.
I have a BIG/little date with Nageen tomorrow--dinner and a movie.
Relay for Life is Saturday, 7:00 p.m. - 7:00 a.m.
Sunday is Chapter and Initiation, and then one of my good guy friends from high school is coming into town.

Even though I'm sick and busy, this week has been good and fun so far! The BBQ last night was fun and I think it was successful, and I've enjoyed the time I've gotten to spend with Nageen getting to know her better. Our capstone project is also well underway and it's going pretty well so far!

Here's to hoping I get some rest in the next couple of days!

Sincerest apologies for my tardiness.

So last night began initiation for Alpha Phi Omega. It began with vote-in, where initiated members vote on each of the pledges on whether or not they would like to see that particular pledge initiated. I'm not gonna lie, I was a tad bit nervous. I missed ONE requirement, and tried to make up for it a little bit with other things, but I wasn't exactly sure how the rest of the chapter would feel about it.

At 8:56 p.m., I get a phone call from my big (Brook) and she says, "Congratulations, you have been voted to become initiated into Alpha Phi Omega! . . . (my heart stops racing) . . . Now what you need to do is meet at the duck pond at 10:15, and you need to be dressed in blue and gold. If you don't have blue, wear all gold, and if you don't have gold, wear all blue. Do not come any earlier than 10:15! I'll see you tonight and good luck! (click)" . . . Now continue my racing heart. I had absolutely no t-shirts that were blue and yellow that did not have Alpha Gamma Delta on it, and I felt that it would be inappropriate to wear my other Greek letters. BAHHHH!!!

I was having a near-panic attack and was about to cry when one of my Alpha Gam sisters saved my night and let me borrow a yellow shirt.

After vote-in is a BIG/little bonding sketchy time (won't go into full details, just know everything was super sketch, but then it also helped me bond more with two of my pledge brothers), and then we ended the night at IHOP.

I got back home around 1 a.m., and because of all the super sketch activities, I had adrenaline pumping through my system for about an hour. Needless to say, it was hard as hell to focus on studying when I got home. I calmed myself down enough to study for about an hour and a half, then got up in bed and CRASHED.

So if you have been reading my posts, you'll know that my stats test this morning was supposed to be the end of 8 straight weeks of testing. I failed and realized at lunch today that my last test is next week. Along with a term paper the following week. The good thing about the term paper is that it is only a rough draft that is due, so hopefully that won't be too difficult to accomplish. HOWEVER, that will make TEN weeks. TEN WEEKS PEOPLE! WHY?! bahhhh! Why can't senior year of college be like senior year of high school. Oh that's right, because everyone goes to high school but not everyone goes to college. The stats test today was by far the hardest test I've taken this semester. I just want a freaking C. I don't even care if I get a B or not anymore, just let me pass and get the eff outta there! (As you can tell, I'm slightly sleep deprived, therefore proper grammar and spelling is going out of the window.)

To all my random readers, read my friend's post here and let me know what you think about her question too! I was slightly appalled by her friend's statement. Are we always supposed to be searching? Or should we let things fall into place?

Before this year, before I ACTUALLY began to love EVERYTHING about myself, I wasn't searching. I thought I had found him. I thought everything that we had been through and everything that we had shared would help us come together again. I knew that I knew that I knew that he loved me as much as I did him. We had dated for 2-ish years, and still remained VERY close for 4.5-5 years after that. What changed? We both did. I grew up, he grew up on a different side of the country, we both experienced things that the other didn't understand because our paths were diverging so differently. When I realized that we actually DIDN'T love each other anymore, I cried. I think they were partly tears of sadness, and partly tears of relief. Sadness because we HAD shared so much, sadness because did we just cause each other to waste FIVE years of each others' lives? Only time will tell. Relief because it WAS a realization. A good realization (for the both of us!)

I do hate that now he thinks poorly of me, and has nothing nice to say to me, but one of these days we'll take every ill thought and comment back and remember that we can be civil. After all, our circles of friends run pretty close, and I still love his family. They are people who saved me, they just don't know it. In a way he saved me too. I'll never be able to thank him properly now, but in the off chance that anyone out there knows who this "he" is, cherish him. He could save you too.

I never would have known self-love without him catapulting a series of events that lead me to where I am today. And for that, Mr. R., I thank you.

That post totally got wayy deeper than I had intended, but reading Sam's blog almost always makes me think!

p.s. Thank a Veteran today America. Special thank you to my Uncle Ed, Jason, Wes, Kendrick, and the rest of C Co of the 489th EN BN that I've known almost my entire life. I love each and every one of you guys, and appreciate the sacrifices you all made in the 18+ months you were deployed!

I'll leave everyone with this, in your name, there is DEFINITELY healing.

I'm SO over tests....

**sidenote**if you wonder why my eyes are cropped out of pictures, it's because I'm seriously debating on deleting my facebook account. They have a new facial recognition thing and it freaks me out. I feel like it's invading a lot of privacy. The only problem is that SO many people use facebook that it will be hard to find a way to keep in touch with all these people. So until I find a different social networking site, I will continue to crop photos so that I can't be connected between sites. It just weirds me out...

I had some VERY strange dreams last night. I woke up on three separate occasions to three separate dreams. I really can't remember what 2 of those three dreams were (because one was at 4 a.m., the other was when I realized class started in 40 minutes so I got up frantically), but the third one was weirdly interesting. So at roughly 8 a.m., I woke up to a dream about me getting married. If any of y'all know anything about my recent life goals, you know I'm not sure that marriage is in my future. This is for 2 reasons: 1 I am selfish and want to go live in London for a few years, but I still want to have children. I don't think that anyone will want to have children around the age of 40; 2 I don't know that anyone will really be able to handle all aspects of my personality at once :)
So anyways, I'm getting married through arranged marriage via my aunt Jessica, and my husband is from the military. I'm not exactly sure on which branch, but I'm pretty sure it was from the army. I've never met my soon-to-be-husband before my wedding day, and I briefly saw him as he was walking into the church. He was gorgeous, and so was my dress. Navy blue was one of my colors, but none of my college friends were there (which is were I was confused), and none of my high school friends had no idea that I didn't know my husband. My ring was pretty too. As I was putting on my dress, I accidentally stepped on the hem and a bunch of sequins popped off. that was when I woke up.

Anyways, aside from the strange dreams, this week marks week number SEVEN (in a row) of tests/papers. I also have a test next week too. That's right, eight straight weeks of having tests/papers. It's very annoying. I'm not used to having my tests spread out so much. I almost would prefer them all to be in one week, because now, with week seven I have ZERO motivation to study. I do have a review session tonight for the test I have tomorrow, so I will be going to that. Hopefully I'll get something out of it.

This weekend marks INITIATION for PC X, and my very first fraternity date party on Saturday (you can read about how excited I am here). Also, soul twin turns 21 this weekend, but he and I will be hanging out next weekend to celebrate. I also get initiated to Alpha Phi Omega next weekend. I'm very excited :)
That's just about everything that is somewhat exciting in my life right now. I'm going to take a nap and then get up and around and shower.

ps, I want to watch V for Vendetta tomorrow--"Remember, remember, the 5th of November" :)

HAPPY HALLOWEEN/INITIATION WEEK!

Like I said in my last post, Saturday was perfection. I was thoroughly exhausted from my late night on Friday night, but I kept on truckin' through the day, and it was AMAZING. On Saturday, I got up and went and dropped off some presents that I had bought for my uncle off. Unfortunately, I wasn't there so I didn't get to see if he liked them or not. I got him a Dad's day t-shirt from my sorority, a flag from the OU/Air Force game that has OU with camo in the background, and a sticker that says "OU DAD" (tee hee). I'm sure he loved it all because it was from me, but I would have liked to have seen his reaction to them all.

I then drove back home to quickly shower and get ready for the day. Upon my arrival, there was a party in my room. We had about 4-5 sisters in our room, so I just looked at them all, said sorry guys I need to shower, and stripped to my towel wrap in front of them. When I got OUT of the shower, there were EVEN MORE people in our room. I like it when they visit, but wasn't a fan of having to wait to get dressed. Soon, they all cleared out to shower and get ready as well. I then went downstairs to set up my booth of Thirty-One product (I'm an independent sales rep, kind of. I'm trying to get started), and of course no one was downstairs. So I just sat down and waited until the family got here. When they arrived, I took them up the stairs and showed them around my house and how I live. Then I decided that I was going to take them to the tailgating areas so they can see how I spend my football Saturdays :)

At my friend Andrew's tailgate, he requested that everyone dress up. He was dressed up as Tron, and I had no idea who Tron was. Here's a random picture off the internet that shows basically how Andrew was dressed up:That's right. awkard long johns with blue paint on them. Noooooo thank you, Andrew. Andrew is my friend that likes to party 24/7. He graduated from OU with THREE Bachelor's degrees, and is doing something in the city. I have no idea what that something is. Well, Andrew started his pre-gaming at about 10 o'clock Saturday morning. He also drank some four loko. Not a good combo. By the time I got to his tailgate at 3:30, I introduced him to my family and he was coherent and talking back, but when I saw him later he says "It's about damn time you got here. The fucking football game is about to start and you are sober!" He apparently was blacked out the whole hour that I was hanging out at his tailgate. You need to calm the eff down sir.

I left Andrew's tailgate and went and hung out with my AEII friends at their tailgate. They just had about 10 people at theirs, so their tailgate was nice and chill. Then we went on the hunt for David a sweatshirt. I took them to Heisman park, and then we ended up doing almost a full circle around the stadium to get to the bookstore so we could buy him a sweatshirt. There were tailgaters and stuff, but it was the most dead pre-gaming I've seen in the 5 football seasons I've been in Norman. I was very disappointed.

Lastly, I took the family over to the Health and Exercise Sciences Student Association (HESSA) tailgate to meet some of my professors. [HESSA is the club for my major that I'm involved in.] I sat at that tailgate for about 25 minutes, and then had to leave to meet up at the gate to run the flag. (If you don't know what that entails, check out my post here) I was very excited to be having my baby brother run the flag with me, and he said directly "I think I'm more pumped about this and being on OU's field again than I was for my game last night." That's pretty freakin' sweet to me, to have my brother be excited about what I do with my other Greek organization :)

After the game, I pretty much booted my parents out the door so I could go to the 5.3 billion Halloween parties I got invited to (ok, that may be a slight exaggeration). I ended up only going to one party, but it was such a blast! My soul twin Andy was there, along with people that I hung out with 24/7 freshman year, some fellow APO members, and at the end of the night I found 3 sorority sisters also in attendance. The party was SO much fun! I was boring and re-used my flapper costume from last week, but all in all I had a blast. I had Hoxie drive me home at 3:30 because I had meetings all day today and I was exhausted. I know 3:30 is really late, but I didn't get there until almost 1:30 because of the game!

Today I am in meetings for sorority pretty much all day, then tonight after chapter is our first initation ceremony. We will be initating 66 members with this pledge class (rock on!)

HAPPY INITIATION WEEK PC X!