I can’t wait to be back in Nashville. I don’t even care if I can pay for this semester or not at Belmont, which is a very huge possibility due to my parents. I just want to be back with my friends and away from my irresponsible parents. That would be lovely. 

Only a few people know it, but yesterday nothing went my way from the time I checked out until I woke up this morning. First Hannah Lee, my RA, charged me with all of the hooks in bathroom that weren’t mine. Then She took a half an hour to check me out, time I didn’t have to spare. Then I had to leave the unpacking of my car to Erin, which I feel horrible about still, leaving my ID in my car. So Sam and I had to turn back halfway to the airport to retrieve it almost making me late to the air port. I then had to say goodbye to sam and wait for my flight. After which I remembered that I had forgotten things outside of my dorm room that I needed here, but luckily Emily was able to get them for me and is storing them. 

I thought everything would be fine and dandy after that. My house was in sight. I could already smell the salty sea air and see the San Diego skyline, but right when I stepped off the plane, I received the news that my contract law group was being accused of cheating by the other groups. I was in complete shock! I had never been accused of cheating before and my group did nothing wrong. I quickly e-mailed my teacher a very long well thought out e-mail, but the time difference between California and Tennessee meant that she was probably already asleep, so I would just have to wait until morning. 

I awoke this morning with a mini heart attack hoping that I would see and e-mail from her. It was the first one in my inbox. I clicked on it with a cringe. It read “Thanks for your responses.  Given the evidence I have from your materials, as well as your explanations, and the lack of evidence I have from the other two groups, I am grading your project on its merit alone, without regard to the other groups’ comments.” 

 I Could not have been happier! As soon as I received this news I knew I had nothing to be worried about, and that whole day wasn’t bad, but good. God got me to where he wanted me, at home with my wonderful family and my loving dogs. He provided me with justice for my actions and set the stories correct with our teacher. He loves me and wants to see me be successful and I’ll forever be in his debt. Now I can truly start my summer!

Living the life…. Last friday night I have to work this year! WOOOHOOO

The bloodbath for classes was crushed today by yours truly! 

This is what I do with my Sundays :)

You think that you are so righteous

Standing on top of your ivory tower

Looking at us poor peasants

Being drenched from early morning showers

But in all reality it is you who is poor

In both spirit and truth

And I can’t wait until you eyes are opened

Learn from the one who suffered from nail and tooth

I guess this is goodbye

I’m sorry this had to be like this

But you asked it upon yourself

And now all I can do is watch

You drive your life into the ground

So this morning was an extremely productive morning. I went to class and then cleaned the bathroom, cleaned my room, did my laundry, washed my sheets and then finally started to put my sheets back on my bed. Little did I know the many dangers of putting sheets on your bed. I only had one corner left on my first sheet but I needed to get off my bed to put it on. My bed is pretty high off the ground so I have to step onto my chair to get to the floor.

Sadly I missed the chair and fell, hitting my shin on the corner of the chair.I thought it was probably just bruised and it would be no big deal but I decided to change into shorts and look at the damage anyway. It’s a good thing I did because what was the first thing I saw? Bone. Yes that’s right my own bone. I started panicking right away as it started bleeding so I quickly put on a spongebob squarepants band-aid and ran to my friends room but she was sick and couldn’t take me to the doctor. I ended up going to my college’s health clinic but they can’t do stitches so I started calling my friends to see if anyone could take me anywhere. Luckily my friend Sarah didn’t have any classes so she agreed to drive me (Sarah is like a surrogate mother so she completely freaked out over the situation and was more panicky than I was). So we started driving to a health clinic. Anyone who has seen me when I get injured knows that I can’t stop laughing, so the whole ride she was freaking out and I was rolling around in laughter at the weirdest things. Even thinking about the tremendous amount of pain I was in made me laugh because the whole situation was hilariously ironic that I was injured this bad by just putting the sheets on my bed. We finally got to the clinic only to find out they didn’t accept the kind of insurance I had… soooo great we had to figure out a new plan. Luckily my campus is really close to vanderbilt university and they have a really great hospital there. We quickly drove to their ER and went in. Surprisingly they got to me really quick and started cleaning my wound right away. This part I was completely fine with because I have a high pain tolerance so it wasn’t bothersome, but then I knew the needles were coming next. Let’s just get one thing straight. I hate needles. I would rather have someone punch me in the face than have someone prick me with a needle. I started freaking out in the ER so my nurse got the smallest possible needle to numb my wound. As I looked away while blasting Mumford & Sons in my headphones he gave me 4 shots around my gaping hole. It was really unpleasant because I could still feel the sharpness on the needle going into my skin. My wound was now numb so he started stitching it up. I couldn’t feel it hurt but I could feel him pulling my skin. It was one of the weirdest sensations I’ve ever felt and as quick as it started it was all over.

It was all put behind me to become a story told for years to come.

So last night on a whim I went to go see the movie The Room with my friends. If you haven’t seen it I recommend it. Not for the reasons that you would think though. It was probably the worst movie I have ever seen in my entire life, but that was the beauty of it. There are tons of interactions the audiance has made since the movies was released for the sole purpose to make fun of the movie.

So the way the people in this house in the film decided to decorate was with pictures of spoons and other culinary items so whenever you see the picture off to the right in the picture above you throw a spoon at the screen. Let’s just say It was probably a bad choice to sit in the front because I got pelted with spoons the entire night. That was one of the best parts but the acting was some of the worst I have ever seen (but it was the writing that made it so incredibly bad).

I’m going to be laughing for months upon months because I’m still not sure what completely happened… :) This was the main character and he some random european accent that none of us could place and was the worst out of all of them.

Overall last night was fantastic and I can’t wait to go see another screening of The Room.

So I’ve decided I know why these past couple of weeks have been hard. College isn’t necessarily any harder than high school, but the first year you are are plucked away from all of you friends and family back home, it is really hard on a person for long periods of tie. I have spent all of my emotions in my emotional reserves and I have nothing left. I just need to be able to have one day where I’m not thinking about what I need to clean or buy or fix. Too bad I can’t go back to being just a kid again and not have any worries in the world because this is what the ret of life is going to be looking like. Although I do love college and I’m going to miss it over the summer I am looking forward to a well deserved break from it all.

oh lillian :)