Does Sheep Counting Really Work?

When you're a night owl you do some pretty stupid things that you don't want anyone to know about(your family and closest acquaintances included). Like when you have a miniature dance party in your bed (which means listening to your I-pod and moving your arms around) when your sister is sleeping on the bunk above you.

 Yeah did that tonight.

 What I also did was make shadow puppets. Okay you might think that's little kids stuff, but I found it really amusing either because I'm extremely tired and can't sleep or because I feel a little bit on the loopy side. But seriously you do not want to be around me when I become one those people that when the moon comes out they just turn into a bunch of crazies, but I can't help it my lack of sleep makes me bounce off the walls instead of the opposite.

 It's strange really because when I've been really good about sleeping early and eating healthy crap I feel like I should be bed ridden forever. Seriously when I'm doing the right things (well what most people think is right for your body even though I think it's torture) I get lazier and I fall victim of staying in my bed more. Yeah but when I don't have any sleep and I'm still awake because of my body telling myself that I'm not tired I feel like I'm bursting with energy. That is until I read a really boring book and then I'm out. Though at the moment I just read a really great book with the craziest twist, so my tiny little human brain is like.
 
Mind Blown.

Yeah and when I tried to go to sleep after that I couldn't, so here I am blogging because I don't have anybody who's nerdy enough to be on Goodreads at one in the morning. I might be the geekiest girl in the world right now, but I'm not ashamed about how geeky I am so what now.

 Haters gonna hate. So that happened. But seriously my mom is always like "Why don't you ever do stuff. Why are you so lazy? Why do you insist on living in your room?" Well mom the only answer to that is simple. Just make everyone stay awake at night, so I actually have friends because let's be honest regularly I act like I'm actually what do you people say, oh yes "normal".

 But if people see me when I'm super funny and crazy (the thing that only happens at night) then I might have the things that regular people call "friends". I would be that one person that's really fun and weird, but is included to do everything because hey you aren't normal.

 Psh I wish that would happen, but I kind of already accepted my fate like I said in my other posts for dying alone, and I'm not even kidding about being buried in churros (once a fatty patty always a fatty patty). Yeah but if you flipped the day around I would be one of those people. Now I'm going to go and celebrate my loneliness with some Biggest Loser (while eating ice cream) because it makes me feel better about myself. But before I forget whoever cares I have a new favorite "hipster song". Link right here if you want to watch it.
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Take It Like a Man, Woman!!

Crying is a sign of weakness something that you don't want to do in front of your enemies something that you only resort to when you're with your closest alliances, and even when you're with them you try not to cry. Again it's a sign of weakness that puts you in the (what I might think is the lowest position) "I'm a wimp and can't handle anything" place which gives everyone (even the teachers) the right to bully you.

This is at least what I thought happened when you cried in Elementary school. Yeah it turns out it wasn't that scary when you cried if you did it for the right reasons like tripping and landing on your knee. But that's not what happened. I was scarred for life after this (okay that's a little melodramatic, but it did change my nose, so there you happy?) I was just playing four square with my "friend".

Why are you using quotation marks on the word friend Natalie? Well it's because when I say the word friend I usually mean acquaintance, but I guess I'm going to say friend because it makes me look like I actually had some in Elementary. Okay I had one, but still it's pretty pathetic. Okay so this "friend" was named Cindy and she was in the second square (even though she royally stunk at the game) and I was in three. The ball came to us by this kid name Jackson and it landed right on the line of our squares though we didn't see that before and we thought that is was in our own squares and this is how it ended up.

Right to my nose. Yeah and I fell on the ground cause numero uno it freaking hurt. I mean it felt like that girl's head was made of steal. The second reason is because I saw my nose dripping and I hate blood so I dropped. Third was because I just felt like a piece of crap. Yeah so that happened. And the kid Jackson was trying to figure out who to kick out when my nose was freaking bleeding. He was a little special to say the least (he was one of those kids who asked teachers if "in there time" they had toilets.)

 So I was bleeding and Jackson was trying to figure things out about the four square situation and there was Cindy who started arguing that it was her ball, and I was pretty darn close to screaming "what the freak people I'm bleeding and all you can do is think about the stupid game". But I didn't I just sat there in pain and in shock. Finally when I got over what was happening I started crying and I got taken to the nurse (who earlier in the year said that I was delusional) who told me the obvious. "Your nose is bleeding go get some ice." That's seriously what she said to me.

Well no freaking way lady I just thought that my boogers had turned into fruit punch, and was streaming down my face.

Yeah so that happened. And she never even gave me some candy that witch.

"Sleeping Around"

 If you see this title you might think of what it actually means, and well I'll just say that I don't because I'm a little girl and shouldn't know about that kind of stuff. But what it really means is the many places my family decides to sleep. My dad might be the ultimate sleeper though sometimes he snores and that ruins the affect, but when he's in the middle of church he closes his eyes and starts to drift off. Though every time he does this his head usually bobs up and down, so it looks like he's agreeing to what the person  teaching the lesson is saying. Yup genius. Though when I sleep anywhere my sister's make sure to take a picture and then show it to my grandparents.

 Okay my little sister (the one who scares the crap out of me when she talks in her sleep) use to sleep in our laundry baskets. She would just lay down and doze off like sleeping in the basket was more comfortable than her bed. Yeah lets just say that is was a rude awakening when my mom picked it up to go and do laundry and because my sister was under all of the blankets my mom didn't know why it was extra heavy only to put it down and see my little sister curled up and having Chinese eyes. Yeah so that happened. Third on this list of sleeping is my little brother who always falls asleep in the truck, so when we finally make it to the place we were suppose to go to we (sometimes we usually wake him up now) leave him in there and then we have to go back to the truck and drag him out.

 Okay now for my last story it's about a magician. Okay well he thinks he is and he's going to magic school. Yeah magic school instead of college. It's my brother's friend Brennan. Yeah he's a bit of a derp. Just kidding saying that he's only a bit is quite an understatement because he thinks that a reality TV show will pick him up, so he can buy an island so he can run a game show. Yeah he's really delusional. But yeah that's Brennan for you. Well he told my brother this story one that probably got in the middle of being dramatized, but let's hear it. So he asked his parents if he could camp out in his front yard and they told him that it was fine, so he took his sleeping bag and went outside. Yeah he's that weird that he likes to camp out in his front yard.

While Brennan was away in dream land one of the parent's friends passed by their house and called and told them that a homeless man was in the front of their house. Well the parents got pretty darn worried and the friend offered to call the police, but the mom of the house said that she would go and see who it was. Well she goes outside and Brennan that derp is sleeping and she get's confused because it was the dad who told him that he could. She starts waking him up and tells him everything. While that story causes for a good laugh I think it just shows how weird that kid is. I'm not a hater and I know I'm pretty darn messed up, but this kid passes me up for everything. One of them being delusional and that's pretty darn hard. Yup so that's it except you know that it's not a blog post without a gif, so here's one of my favorite's that I found again being very productive. Don't be hatin'.

Bull Honkey Is Back....

 I have a bad temper believe it or not. I know guys that you want to think of me as a perfect angel because heaven knows that I'm so nice and that I love people and puppies and loving those things makes me the best person alive. I'm just being sarcastic no worries, but seriously I have a problem and isn't the first step to fixing a problem is recognizing that you have one? I think so.

 Anyway so when I was little I had the worse temper ever I would throw myself on the grocery store floors and we always would go to Krogers so everyone in the store would know my name because my mom would always scream at me. It was well deserved needless to say because I was seriously very bratty, and I still am it's just that I'm better at hiding it in public. I always stomped around when I was mad, so to make me one hundred percent more infuriated my family decides to make up a name for me bull honky and they start surrounding me and hugging me something that really pissed me off.

 Yeah lets just say that I was an angry little kid.

So once when I was having bull honky syndrome I sat in the middle of the store sulking about having to go to the doctor's office the next day because I'm seriously really afraid of needles and my blood being sucked out of me (seriously I almost passed out last time I had my blood drawn), so when my mom broke the news that I was going I threw a fit

. I sat in the middle of the grocery store and refused to go with my mom. I started screaming and crying when a hippy woman walked over to me and said "dude stop screaming you're harshing my mellow". After she said that I started laughing so much I got over how mad I was (needless to say I was and still am a psychopath). My mom was still there and she started laughing too and well I got over my little hissy fit. Yeah I was a bad little kid, but that day I got away with it without having a huge spanking, so that's good.

 Also with the subject of being a bad kid I was also a really bad liar. When I say bad I just mean that I did it a lot because I wasn't bad I was and still am really good at lying. It's a blessing and a curse what can I say. But one day my mom and I went to the YMCA and I decided to make up a little story and tell all of the moms.

 My mom went to go and check on my sister who was in gymnastics class and I was sitting by the rest of the girl's moms, so I started to talk to them. Then I started to talk about the day before. Okay the day before my siblings kept going in and out of the house and my mom started yelling at us for wasting the air conditioning, so she told us if we were going outside to go then and take all the things we wanted because she was going to lock the door.

We all went outside and my older brother the genius that he is decided that we should try and eat grass. Well we did and it wasn't very good especially because my dog probably crapped or peed or did both on it, so I spat it out. What I told the ladies though was that my mom locked us outside and that we all had to eat grass because we were so hungry.

 Well when my mom came back she got a lot of odd stares from the other moms and well I got a talk that afternoon. Yeah I feel bad for my mom for having such a horrible kid like me and I'm kind of grateful for her for always being there for me despite my many temper tantrums and my lies.

Yeah so thanks mom. You know what I should have written this on mother's day and I was going to, but then I was doing other productive things (like Pinterest and eating. Sorry mom), so I couldn't. So happy really late mother's day mom!!

"Whoa, What are you Doing in There?"

I've had a lot of experiences with my dear friend the toilet. Actually we're really close I spend hours with that thing and we've had a lot of good times. But there's also the bad times. Bum, bum, bum.



You're right Doctor Who but get a shirt on dude you might poke someone's eye out. Refrence from Sinbad cause I'm so cool.

 Anyway back to the point one summer I was using the bathroom and I locked the door like I usually do because hey I like people coming in and watching me crap more than the next guy, but I don't want my family to see me piss so I keep it locked yo like a freaking gangster.

But anyway I lock it and go inside and when I'm done I wash my hands (happy birthday three times kids take notes) and I go and open the door and it won't budge. It's safe to say that it was about an hour before anyone actually did something because they were probably rolling on the floor mocking my misfortune.

After my dad started taking apart the door handle and well he never relapsed it which meant we had a giant hole in our door which meant people could see you crapping and well it wasn't the best, but when my sister put and air freshener can in the door we all agreed that it was a good idea. Then we could spray without having to be in that stinky bathroom and for a while it was pretty awesome (with the exception of it always falling out when you were using the bathroom).

 But when the missionaries decided that it was a great idea to start coming to our house every freaking day like a pit stop things started to become well very crappy. One of the missionaries that came was very rude and then he asked us if he could use our bathroom. Well we lead him to the crap hole that was our bathroom completed with a picture of my sister on the toilet pointing to the world map we had as a shower curtain (don't worry she was had pants on.)

Anyway he went in and it was safe to say that he was really stinking it up in there and he took heck of a long time which gave my family and idea and when my family has an idea it's usually to harrass people and well that's exactly what we did to the poor unsuspecting missionary. When he was still using the restroom we took the air freshener can and started spraying saying how stinky it was and after he came out of the bathroom we all held our noses and said "what were you doing in there.

Yeah they never really came back to our house after that and we moved, so now we don't have to have and air freshener can in our door so that's good. But when that missionary left his face was saying that we were crazy and hey we gave him a good story to take back home so you're welcome.

Summer, Yay!

Summer's is a month or so away if you didn't know (which I know you did because you are probably more excited to get out of school than me because I don't want to leave my house). So to make some of you excited for the summer I decided to have some antic dotes which includes babies (naked and alone holding a knife) and a bunch of fun summer activities (which include me actually becoming tan because of my dad making me go outside and not stay inside on the computer, thanks dad!)

So here it goes. One summer we were just driving to our neighborhood pool (even though it was around the corner, but hey we're lazy) when we saw something in the middle of the street, so my mom stopped and we all had to pile out to find out what it was. Well it was a little white baby in the middle of the street holding a butcher's knife and it was really weird. Well a couple minutes later we found the alleged mom who had left the baby in the middle of the street with a freaking knife and she didn't speak English (at least she said she didn't) and our family doesn't speak no Mexican, so that was the last time we saw them. Again really weird, but I must say not as weird as this.

Dang that's creepy. Anyway another summer time it was freaking hot like it usually is in Texas, so we decided to go to the pool which is what all Texans do to cool off, so I got on my swim suit and was ready to go. We went outside where a bee saw my beautiful yellow bathing suit and decided that my tush was a perfect target to sting me (though I couldn't blame that bee my butt is the biggest part of me which is why my mom said that I'll probably marry a black man).

 Back to the main point though. I got a big red bump on my butt and couldn't go swimming and had to stand up all the time because it hurt so much to sit on my sugar lump. Just kidding my lumpy bumpy, but all in all it was a crappy experience. Something good about my summer though was our neighbor let's just call him Mr. Larry.

He was a really nice guy who always gave us treats that his daughter and his wife made and they were really good seriously amazing and his daughter went off to be a baker so that was cool. Him being there for the summer was a plus same with this kid that we'll call Anthony. Anyway Anthony went to the same class as my little brother and got assigned to be in the same seat. The boy ended up kicking my brother in the crouch on the first day.

 Yeah really a bonding experience because my brother became really good friends with this boy. The boy would come over all summer and play four square with us and he really wasn't a bad kid all though he did look like lolly poop deck. If you don't know who that (it's on flapjack my favorite cartoon network show) is I will gladly post a picture.

Yup not the most beautiful face, but he was nice so that made up for it. Yeah and every time he came my dad would ask him if he was the kid who kicked his son in the nuts. It was actually really funny you just had to be there to look at the look of shame on that boy's face and you would really crack up. Wow I'm a horrible person.

My Attempt at Ice Skating.

Today I went "ice skating" (as in I was on the floor trying to butt scooting my way to the exit). Anyway a couple of months ago was my first time going and I wasn't too bad (but I wasn't that good either) and my friend and I started holding hands, so we wouldn't fall and then we fell both of us on our faces so that's special. Last time I got bruises all up and down my legs because for whatever reason I think that it's better to have bruised legs than a bruised behind. Yeah it wasn't the greatest, but I'm proud to announce that I only fell four times and I even went to the middle because I live life on the edge (more like on the edge of my bed).

You rock those white people dance moves Dumbledore. Anyway so when we went there were these girls that were really tiny and they were doing a bunch of tricks around us and showing off while I fell and a little boy that they were with and he told my sister (pointing to my little sister and I) that we were bad at skating. Yeah apparently we were that horrible that a little kid had to point it out to us. So that happened. But not only that we were totally schooled by this old dude and he was lapping us while we hung on to the edge of the wall just scooting along. Despite my bad ice skating "skills" I think that it was quite fun, but that doesn't mean that I'll be doing it again any time soon.

I Almost Died.. But Death Didn't Want Me.

Okay if you're looking at this title you will be hoping for a pretty dramatic story right? Well the story that I have of almost-death isn't really dramatic, so I'm sorry to disappoint I just thought that for a second I would act like one of those really serious authors. I must say that I nailed it I was born to be dramatic this is obviously a win not as big a win as this though.

Yeah I saw this gif the other day while you know I was being totally productive and stuff but never mind my productiveness I should just start telling you my near death experience that made me respect my life more and stuff.

So I was innocently at a church camp when everyone decided to share there testimonies and that meant eating food that our bishop brought so I was all in with the exception of me not wanting to see other girl's I resolved to just go to the bathroom if at any time I would start to cry. I got a cream soda and joined the circle that was starting to line our cabin. I sat by a girl that is pretty darn hilarious when she wants to be and by my sister while chugging down my cream soda.

In the middle of one of the girl's sobbing/giving her testimony the girl next to me decided to comment and make me laugh. That dang girl I swear she's evil genius in the making because she did it right when I was chugging my next cream soda. I started choking then I barfed all over my favorite snuggie. I fell to the floor soda coming out of my nose and mouth.

The girl next to me her eyes got wide and she knelt right next to me screaming in my face not to die. Well I didn't and was humiliated and now I will never look at cream soda the same. Anyway you might say that this experience brought me closer to the "big man" if you know what I mean, but I think it was just a warnings one of them is to never trust cream soda and the other is not to go to testimony meetings no matter how good the food is. I'll leave you with those words of advice because hey I know it's a lot to "soak in"/absorb so I'll just go now.

Kids I'm A Bad Example. Please Stay Away!

Well I started out last week being yelled at from a lady who said at church (yeah she said it at church) that I was a bad example to all of the primary children. Back story time! So I had problems with this lady before and it turns out she's Helga/Bertha's mom.

 That's right peeps that's right.

 I know weird but she is very witchy and she doesn't like our family and she's made it clear about that by telling my mom at a potluck dinner we had (the family didn't bring anything and ate the most) that my brother was bullying her delicate little flower of a son. Turns out he was bugging my brother but he didn't go and tell his mommy (personally I don't like that kid just saying). And the oldest brother is a total nose picker and a jerk face.

 My older sister doesn't get along with him oh yeah and did I tell you the boy's eighteen and he still picks his nose and he tears the sacrament bread. Yeah my brother is usually the one who serves his bread and he made jokes about not giving the bread to old people, little kids, and our family. It's disgusting how vulgar he is. He also is about to go on his mission and who is he going to convert if he picks his nose right in front of non members just saying it would look bad on his part. Yeah and you've already heard about Helga/Bertha yeah she's a character.

If only it could. Anyway back to being a bad example to the primary children. So recently I have discovered that I have a lump that is called a cyst in my throat. Yeah it flares up a bit but that week it was really swollen and it was fast Sunday. That butt hole started telling me that in front of her whole primary class and the kids looked really confused. I thought fast Sunday is a personal choice lady so back it on up. Well at least I have some haters now. I feel so important right now. Yeah that day I drank twice as much water at the fountain and walked away with some swag.

And every time I see her I feel like this.

There is seriously something wrong with me.

Getting Hit in the Face. Yes Please!

Dodge Ball. Something that we do at our church to get non members excited about the gospel. Yeah I don't know either but it seems to bring all the non members to the yard, so that's cool but it's also a time that our missionaries can nail you in the head instead of telling you that they don't like you.

Yup so there's that but anyway dodge ball is suppose to be fun and then afterwards we have "missionary moments" and the non members get to learn about our church. All in all I think that it's a great idea to get boys to bring there friends but for girls not so much. The girls go off to the side and watch all of the boys play (missionaries included those hussies). Anyway so I brought a friend and well it resulted in her getting smacked in the face by one of the missionaries and never wanting to come back.

But that's not the point of this post it's that dodge ball just happened to be today and well I was pegged by a bunch of (very attractive) boys while they laughed at how uncoordinated I was. Yeah and I was yet again reminded how douchey boys and most people are.

 I was alone most of the time and because there was such a long line of people wanting to get back into the game I escaped onto one of the chairs outside of the gym and proceeded with talking to my one and only friend. Okay it wasn't seery who said that?

 Then I looked like one of those girls that were too prissy to play and just sat around texting. I must say that this time I went willingly and didn't have to fight with anyone about going to the dodge ball activity, but going reminded me that one I have no friends and two how anti social I am and three that I am so uncoordinated that even boys make fun of me. I know I never forgot but I thought that maybe it would be different but it wasn't.

I have accepted my fate of dying alone but I do want to be buried in Hawaii and having a nacho bar for after my funeral oh and also being buried in my coffin neck deep in churros. And my dying wish will be to bring a llama named Steve (no other name just Steve) to help drag me to my final resting place.

Well that's Racist..

There's some pictures of me that my sister has been recently flipping through and making fun of, but their was something that really stuck out to me. I was actually brown. Now you might say that I'm still brown but now my skin is pretty darn white and it's probably because I always go outside. Just kidding I used to be like a graham cracker but know I'm more of the burned saltines type of color. I look like a freaking half Mexican vampire now so that's great. But while we're on the topic of color my dad is actually brown and from Mexico so I guess you can call him a Mexican (yeah but my dad's still racist against Mexicans just saying).

Anyways so there's a new family in my church and we were introducing ourselves to them when the man of the family asked my dad where he worked. My dad said the company and the man asked him if he worked in the fields. Back story my dad works at a gas company. My dad said no and the man asked him were he worked before and he said Caterpillar and the man again asked him if he worked in the fields. My dad is an accountant.
 
Racist I think so.

Warning: Excessive Use of Sarcasm

If you didn't know already it's almost summer (but I know that you've been counting down the days, so don't even try and tell me that you didn't) and every summer I go to a camp for my church. And because I'm totally churchy and I love everyone in church I'm going to go there singing and dancing because I'm so happy about everything and because I'm just always the best person to be around. You're welcome people for my awesomeness and you're really lucky that you have someone like me in you're ward actually you're quite lucky that you have a lot of people like me in you're world.

You're welcome (if you don't know I'm very sarcastic, so don't take any of the last sentences seriously thank you have a nice day). Anyway so every time I go to camp there's this torturous thing that happens it's called a skit. Now I know what you're thinking skits are totally awesome you can show off you're personality in you're acting but I'm talking about the kind of skit that they put certain girls in the front and all of the rest of the girls can stand in the corner. Yeah and guess who's always in the back corner freaking pissed off. Yup you got that right my best friend.

 Just kidding.

 But my friend and I always stand in the back mad because I've been there two years and every year I always get placed in the back with no speaking parts and oh what's that I am allowed to sing. They allow to sing oh how generous well I freaking hate singing so I'll just be back here lip singing and getting told how great my voice is. Yeah that actually happened before and well it was kind of awkward especially when I had to hold in my laughter.

 So anyway some of the girls my age and my sisters always gets lead rolls and there I am always in the back. And the leaders say we all get a turn to be the center of attention while all of the other girls my age already are well that's nice. I'm a pretty decent actor and they can't just let me say one word they have to just put me in  back and make me do the thing that I despise with a passion. I just want to do this:

But of course I can't for two reasons actually. One being that I act like everything is fine and dandy and that I'm nice in public so I can't do that and two I'm not a boy. I know guys I know that you thought I was but I'm not surprised I think so.
 
Yeah so there's that. But I like to think that I'm way better than I Carly's friend just saying.

I'm a Hipster Right Guys?

I like to think that I'm a hipster not even going to lie and this is for most books and music I'm shameless guys I'm sorry.

I know but I am a little bit hipster right?

Yeah okay Jacob you are way to mainstream for me ugh. Just kidding but about two weeks ago there was this concert that I went to that was The Neighbourhood and Atlas Genius two very great groups.

Now I've seen Atlas Genius before and they're really down to earth guys very awesome and they stayed afterwards to take pictures and sign autographs and they're pretty famous now but they still do it and I respect them so there's that. None of the concerts except for this one had any cussing the groups were all pretty clean the only incident before with Active Child.

That guy was a jerk just saying but anyway back to the point. I really enjoy The Neighbourhood's music but every time he started to talk he just had to keep on cussing and I think that's really unprofessional I mean we're at a alternative rock concert and there he is dropping F-bombs every second I mean seriously. And they didn't stay afterwards for there fans I thought that was weird but all in all the lead singer seemed like a douche bag so yeah.

 But Atlas Genius was still great so I didn't let it spoil my mood to much. All the concerts before was Wolf Gang I seriously love them they stayed afterwards and he hugged me yup and he's quite attractive, but I was pushed out of the way for the second time in the same night for my sister to take my place. Thanks Lauren. Yeah he stood on his tippy toes because most of us were taller than him so there's that. But what I'm saying is you don't have to be a complete jerk when you're pretty famous nobody likes a douche so don't be one thank you.

My New Favorite Books!!

OH MY FREAKING HEAVENS. I am seriously dying or should I say dyering huh see what I did there well if you didn't well then I'll have to tell you the reason for my heart attack. It's because of this book.

The sequal to this book.

The two best books ever seriously the best if you haven't read it then what I must say to you. WHY THE HECK ARE YOU STILL HERE GO AND BUY IT OR YOU CAN GET IT AT THE LIBRARY JUST READ THEM!! Wow that was kind of rude but just do it you won't be disappointed I promise. Anyway so now I'm just going to sulk in my room and wait for the third book that comes out in October. 

 

I Got Frost Bite From Taking a Shower..

Recently the heat in our shower broke or something happened to it that it won't let us take any more hot baths but now it's extremely cold and it's been like that for two weeks it would be an understatement to say that we are miserable. Every time one of my family members go into the shower it's sounds like a murderer is   stabbing them to death a horrible death do die if you ask me, but back to the point it's so freezing that my mom hasn't washed her hair in three days. After one week I kind of got use to it kind of, but the first five minutes is still excruciating because of the icy water that dripping down my body making me shiver and wish for warmth to come over me but warmth is a luxury something that I don't have something that I will never have. I know that last sentence was pretty darn poetic well at least the end of it yeah cause I'm just cool like that. I'm seriously afraid to go because of how cold it is I'm afraid that I might get frost bite from taking a shower yeah it's that cold

Why do I have to take a shower anyway I mean back then they only took showers when they were really, really, really, really dirty and well since I don't really do anything then I don't have to right? Well my mom says different so that's sad. I actually have to build up my courage to take a bath and it's kind of like this.

I finally decide that I should go and then I jump out of the spray because of the icy horribleness that hits me true story. Thought the other day my mom washed our towels so I got a hot towel afterwards and it was a win for me (yeah I have very small victories if you ask me but no matter).