Old soul.

About a month ago I got sick with the flu

while at my parents place.

Since I didn't want to infect my roomie

I decided to contain the sickness & spend the night with the rest of 

my sick family members.

I had nothing but the clothes I was wearing.

So I asked my mom if she had 

some jammies I could borrow.

She came back to me with a nightgown, 

you know the one with cute ruffles, pearl buttons, 

pleats on the shoulders.

Yep that kind of nightgown.

I gave her a glance of judgement

because in my book only the grannies wear those.

She told me her grandmother had given 

it to her and it was the most comfortable thing ever.

Too tired and sick to argue I put it on and went to bed.

She was right, it was like butter I tell you.

Soft, comfie and warm.

So I took it home with me to wash and bring it back to her.

I washed it alright, but then I found myself wearing it every night.

So last week I had gotten back from the gym, showered and got in

the cozy grammie nightgown and decided I was going to 

catch up on some shows.

My roomie was in her room on the phone with our mutual friend.

She came out to find me on the couch with the beloved nightgown.

I won't lie, I was hoping she'd overlook it and not notice it.

But she gave one glance and busted up laughing 

and then proceeded to tell our mutual friend she was on the phone with.

At this point we were all laughing and she 

was wondering what happened to her otherwise chic roomie.

I told her she'd have to wear it to understand 

exactly how comfortable it was.

She took a picture of me in the nightgown, 

but I decided not to post since I was half asleep.

But let's just say I've decided I may have 

to continue to 'borrow' my mom's

nightgown for a bit.

I've decided I'm an old soul on the inside

and that I'm fully embracing it...it's too cozy not too.

ps. I found out another one of my friend's is a big fan of the nightgowns...

I knew there was a reason we were kindred spirits!

Hit me with your best shot.

Last night I got hit on with this line:

"Mmmm...you're so sexy your like butter and I'm the wonder bread. I want to spread you all over."

My response:

"Hmmmm....I don't like wonder bread, but thanks."

I gotta give him credit for trying--plus it gave me a good laugh, but seriously what a nasty pick-up line!

Waxy time.

Sometimes I wonder how I get through daily life with my constant clumsiness. I am always tripping, did it just a bit ago on my way to the bathroom with a co-worker behind me{awesome}.

Hitting my head or other body parts. The other day I hit my shin on the leg of my bed.

Or just having awkward moments.

Once while kissing a cute boy, he tickled me and I accidentally farted in front of him. I tried to pretend it didn't happen, but he was no dummie because he asked if I had farted. I of course laughed and looked at him like he was ridiculous and said absoloutly not and I would have denied that one to the grave.

Anywho my point in telling you all these incidents is that I struggle on a daily basis with not making a fool of myself.

A few weeks ago a friend wanted me to wax his eyebrows{mostly his uni-brow}. He came over, we got to talking and I put the wax in the microwave and lost track of time. I then hear my roommate say, "Bev something smells like it's burning out here!" I go out to find the wax had been boiling and overflown and it even melted the container it was in. Needless to say, I tweezed him that night.

Which leads me to my next waxing story, which also leads me to believe that I should no longer try waxing anyone or myself anymore.

On Saturday I was getting ready to go out. I bought new wax and was eager to get my brows all shaped up. I was on my bed with a mirror and the wax, bad combo already, I'm aware of this.

I take the applicator and go to put the wax above my top brow right as I feel it dribble down into my brow and past into my eye. I blinked at this moment and my eyelashes were stuck together.

Sheer panic at this moment.

If I were to rip it off I would be stuck with no eyelashes...uber attractive.

So I took a hot hot washcloth and stuck it on my eye in hopes of melting the wax and wiping off.

Naturally while in a state of panic the doorbell rings.

Curse words in my head.

It was my roomies mom, in from out of town, and the roomie was gone.

Lovely.

She asked if I had an accident, can't imagine why she'd think that with hair in a huge bun, sweats and a washcloth over my eye.

I explained my ridiculous run in with the wax and told her I was fine.

She was on her way and I was in the bathroom for 30 minutes trying to reopen my eyes. I got the wax off and I still have brows and eyelashes in tact.

The point of the story, I need not play with wax anymore, I clearly struggle.

Asian?

Yesterday my teacher mistook me for an 'Asian'.

Her words:

"Today I started to review your final with the wrong girl. I thought it was you. She had your same hair color, same build and was Asian like you."

I tried with all my might to not laugh. I didn't correct her in telling her that I wasn't Asian. I couldn't muster the words.

It's all good though. No offense taken on my part. I think Asian's are lovely.

I will just put that on my list of ethnicities I have been mistaken for.