I would like to let you all know that I am so dedicated to this blog that I am typing only with my right hand because my left thumb is submerged in ice water. Why? Well you see, upon wanting to make another pot of coffee (my love) this morning, I pulled out the machine to add more water and I forgot the hot plate was still on. After a second, a searing pain shot up from my thumb. I said a word I won't repeat here and a very attractive white blister appeared on my poor thumb. It really hurts. Soooo, that was fun.
I returned to the 715 this past weekend to see some dearly missed friends. It also happened to be Lakeland's homecoming, so that was a good excuse for a few of us to return home , see family, watch the football game, and catch up with each other. I loved seeing that never-emotional brother of mine crack a smile in the back of a truck during the halftime parade, having the sweetest of all senior girls sit on my lap during the dance team performance (there's your shout-out Mel!), and getting compliments on my boots :). I loved every single Homecoming week so much (the pic is before last year's game), and being back in the atmosphere was very nostalgic. But even though we've only been out 5 months, it was easy to tell that we were ready for the college life, that high school is now behind us. Though that fact didn't stop one of the best friends and me from parking her car in a lot and using the headlights to illuminate her instruction of the "Payne Train Handlebars" dance. We will still always be ridiculous. It was a fantastic weekend to say the least, and some aspects were more perfect than I could've imagined :)
Oh, and in case you were wondering, this Monday I made it to volunteering without any bus troubles!! Be proud. Though, on the way home I refused to pay another $2.25 for another bus ticket and ended up lost...again. Thank God for 19 minute phone conversations with Dad who goes on Mapquest hundreds of miles away to direct me back to campus. "I feel like I should see a little red dot walking down these streets, then at corners it would stop and blink to show you were waiting to cross." I need to invest in a map. Or like Dad says, "Just fork over the extra $2.25." No. That is a luxury I can't afford. I can use my legs and walk. Miles and miles...no wonder all my jeans fit better.
Always look for the silver lining right?
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