cranberry juice

you know my favorite part in beauty in the beast is at the very beginning when she is in the town. Belle seems to be the only one who can look ahead and see the big picture of life while all the town people are stuck in the simplicity and drudgery of life. Because of her wisdom the townspeople view her as strange. She sticks out like a sore thumb and is so lonely, yet she won't lower herself to be 'just like everyone else'. That takes a lot of courage and strength.

Anyway the reason I am sitting her spilling my heart out about Beauty and the Beast is because I am watching it. And normally I wouldn't watch movies on a school night because of all the work i have to do, but today was special. I went on a very exciting trip to the hospital. 

This morning I woke up to take a shower, which I did, but once I got out and was getting dressed up I fainted about two times and was cramping very bad. My poor roommate was pretty much scarred and called 911. The ambulance showed up and my poor girls were probably horrified at the fact there were 5 billion men running back and forth the unit and carrying me out on a stretcher. I've never been on a stretcher, or an ambulance, or an oxygen mask, or an IV, or in a hospital gown. It was a day full of new experiences. 

However, the experience was not very pleasant. Cramping first off isn't fun, neither is sweating immensely, feeling like your frozen, or not being able to give a urine sample. gosh oh golly. And then... they told me I have a UTI. I was floored. But now I have medicine and I'm getting better by drinking cranberry juice to clear my kidneys and doing lots of resting...like watching Beauty and the Beast. 

Right now Im at the part where the Beast feels bad for not letting Belle say goodbye to her father. It's a great comparision...here Belle is with all her heart and compassion offering herself up in place of her father; and then the Beast, who is completely heartless and uncompassionate and never lets parting words take place between Belle and her father.

But the best part of today was realizing what awesome friends I have! My roomie actually came with me to the hospital and 'Beef' and 'Oriental Chicken' showed up as soon as they can...bringing food past the 'no food zone'! It was so nice! And they stayed with me until the doctor realised me! What in the world would one do without friends? There is so much one can appreciate in them and count on them for. Relationships are a fantabulous thing. 

Also, for those of you who never knew the arm your IV goes into turns really cold. It's weird feeling.

-Teriyaki Shrimp

first post ever.....

If I happened to be an overly enthusiastic, jump up and down type of person, I'd probably be dancing on my desk chair right now with excitement at the prospect and surprise, that I, Salsa Picante Chicken, am starting my very first blog.
However, since I tend to be slightly more guarded in my displays of excitement, I have decided to merely take a deep breath and dive in, trying not to overthink too much about what I'm writing.
Ok I'm going to be brutally upfront and honest...I am a little scared to start into this hyped up world of blogging. I suppose it's coming down to my infamous commitment issues whispering their usual misgivings...I know it sounds pathetic, but I never thought that staring at a blank text box on the brink of of my blogging career would give me the same cynical knot in my stomach that plagues me at the prospect of getting into a relationship.
When it comes down to it, I think I am either a) worried about not having enough time to keep up this blog like I want to, since I'm so busy with school b) become so stressed with all my writing classes I will start viewing this blog as homework, or (the biggest and most unfounded fear of all) c) I discover I am a horrible blogger.

All these are reasons why this first post is truly such a big moment for me...if you can't tell by now, I tend to overthink EVERYTHING, a not-so-great quality that usually comes back to haunt me in the form of severe paralysis. This is why, although I am an English major, I have never been able to keep a journal. I am simply terrified to start because I may fail miserably. Or I put it off thinking I will start it at a time when I'm less busy.

So here I am in the midst of all my homework and busyness putting in my first set of two cents into the Ramen Noodles blog (albeit very boring two cents. I apologize.) And because of it, I have come to a conclusiong.
Starting a blog, or any writing for that matter, is kinda like pulling off a bandaid.
Or diving into a cold pool.
Or auditioning for a play.
Or kissing someone for the first time.

There is no sense waiting for the "perfect time". You just have to do it, put yourself out there, and hope for the best. And I'm not going to lie...I'm already having fun with it.

So I'm sorry this first entry is boring and not very clever (I've had a whole weekend filled of homework and I'm a little tired)...but it's done! and that's all that counts for now.

Yours truly,
SalsaPicanteChicken~

I'm gonna try this again...

What a day! Woke up late, was productive, AND had a blast. It's not every day that you can do all three in the same day. Despite all the dumb guys that I know of right now, God has shown me that all hope is NOT lost. Well maybe. It makes things weird when you know how someone feels about you and so then every little thing that they do sticks out - such as awkward eye contacts and being walked back to the parking lot. God has the best sense of humor.

-Beef

Friday night brainstorms.

hello world

It is currently 1:31AM. First we had discussed writing a book. But that is a daunting obnoxious unrealistic task for four very busy college girls with very demanding schedules. Then we whispered "blog". The whisper became louder and more repeated until one of us shouted at me (the writer) to pick up the computer and create one. 

So here i am posting our first blog. I will correct myself...MY first blog. My other three conspirators will be posting their own posts on our community blog shortly. 

We will all go by code name. I will refer to myself as the unknown boleyn girl. Very similar to the other boleyn girl, but since I am not a historical figure I cannot apply it to my life. However, I have strange daydreams and desires where I wish I was related to Anne Boleyn and I have a very strange connection with her even though her decapitated body lies in peace in London. It is strange to say that Henry the 8th's second wife is my sister in spirit and historical figure. 

Remember. one of the keys to success in college is sleeping plentifully and eating well. Both of which never occur. However, we still end up surviving. 

With that said, I believe sleep is a necessity. 

-Teriyaki Shrimp