Hijack from Lauren

So for those of you who know me well, you know that strange things happen to me that don't normally happen to other people. Like the fact that I am a magnet for all flying objects, no matter where they are aimed or how far away I am from them. Well, today, the second coldest day of the semester (so far, and the coldest was yesterday), when it was 50 degrees or less outside, I got stung by a bee. A yellow jacket, to be precise. I walked into World Lit from the ridiculously cold and strong wind, took off my jacket, grabbed it by the collar to put on the back of my chair, and immediately felt a sharp numbing/stinging pain on the middle finger of my right hand. I dropped my jacket, thinking I had just been shocked, and looked down at my hand while shaking it, realizing in a panic that there was something on my hand. I flung the offending yellow jacket on the ground and stomped on it madly. All the while with headphones in, blasting Mumford & Sons, in front of my Lit class. It was really great. I got excused from class (by the way, on the one day of the semester when we actually weren't going to do anything, we were going to watch a movie), and went to the Foy Desk in the Student Center. Which, if you don't know anything about the Foy tradition, you're supposed to be able to ask them any question and they're supposed to be able to find you the answer. The RIGHT answer. I asked the girl working what I could do on campus about a bee sting. I thought she might tell me to put mustard on it, or tell me about a drug I could buy in the C-Store, but she told me to go to the med clinic. AND THEN GAVE ME WRONG DIRECTIONS TO THE MED CLINIC. So I walked around one area of campus for about forty minutes before finding the med clinic, and then being told that I wasn't having an allergic reaction and I could wait an hour and a half for an appointment. No thank you. So I walked outside, broke down for the second time (I started crying after the twenty-five minute walk to where the chick told me to go brought me no where), and called my parents. They gave me good advice (thank you), and then I started the long trek back across campus. Remember all this time that my fingers are throbbing. Because as my wonderful mother explained, your fingers are sympathetic, meaning that pain in one means pain in all the others, basically. So yeah I had a wonderful afternoon. Mustard helps bee stings, by the way. Oh, and since I now have a band-aid on the top of my middle finger and it's still throbbing, whenever I pick something up with my right hand I feel like I'm flicking people off. I'm not complaining, I promise, I find it all rather funny (now). Actually, this morning I had been dreading going to orchestra rehearsal because I really needed to study and yet I also really needed to practice. So I guess this is God's way of getting me out of rehearsal with a friendly painful reminder that I wouldn't dread rehearsal so much if I would just get of the couch and go practice.

Love Affair

It is about time that I come clean about something, something that is near and dear to my heart. I am in a long-standing loving relationship with................. my bed.

The love affair started when I was young and just kept growing every night. Oh how many days I spent just spending time with my bed: sitting, sleeping, dreaming. The fun times that we have had together are too many to count.

But there is a sad part to this epic love story. College is tearing us apart. There are days that I hardly get to spend the quality time with my bed like it deserves. We are losing touch with each other. What has college done to me that I have began to ignore the thing that has always been there to comfort me, shelter me, and most importantly provided a cushie place for me to have weird dreams.

COLLEGE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!!!!!

BAHAHAHA!!!

Hey guys, this is Lauren, coming to share with you a bit of Becky's brain. Whenever Becky is in the room and I'm leaving to go anywhere, she typically says some kind of strange and amusing warning based off of something parents would tell kids who were going out for the night. Most of the time, it's the classic "Don't talk to strangers, Lauren! Unless they have candy. Then it's ok." The first time she said this, we didn't really know each other that well, so I was really confused. Now I take it very seriously..... Anyways, so on to what happened today! I really hope that this brings tears of laughter to the eyes of those who know Becky, and makes the rest of you unfortunate people at least crack a smile. I was leaving to go to the library, right at the end of a conversation me and Becky had been having about a guy. (context) As I opened the door, she called out:
"Remember, be PROductive, not REproductive!!"
Yes, that came straight from Becky's brain.
You're welcome.

Now for a FUNNY POST!!!

I'm sorry if you found the previous post unbelievably boring. Actually, no. I don't care if you were bored. It's not my problem, you're the ones who choose to read the blog. SIKE!!!!
Ok, now for the backstory to explain the hilarious quote waiting for you at the end of this paragraph. A few weeks ago, after we helped him with his math homework, Saxon said that he owed all of us something. I decided to make Saxon watch a horror movie with me because he gets really scared and it would be funny to watch. So we watched Woman in Black, cause I don't think its that scary. He got pretty freaked out, so much that Lauren came out to check on us cause I was laughing so hard at him. This afternoon, I decided to mess with him...DUN DUN DUN!!!! So I started whispering "She's coming to get youuuu...." over and over in my normal creepy voice. Immediately he put down his cup and insisted that she would NOT get him, saying:
      "No she is not! I'm going to get my super soaker and fill it up with holy water, that woman is not coming near me! She's staying where she is, DEAD!!!"

You're welcome.

New Post, Sort Of

Ok, so I have been getting complaints, mainly from my friends (Clint!), about not having a new post in a few days. So here you go, a new post. Enjoy. Just so all you guys know, I am EXTREMELY BORING. Do you know what I have been doing for the past few days? Studying, apparently that is what you are supposed to do in college. But besides my boring-ness, I just don't really have that much to say. This blog is supposed to be funny and it is hard to be this freaking hilarious all the time, although I make it look extremely easy. But that is enough of that.

Something funny to get you through the day: .................I don't have anything funny to say, so............. look at the people around you and get your laughs from them. I know I do.