Never done packing

I feel like this poor girl:


I HATE packing. So much. There are many times in a college student's life where he/she must pack up his/her whole life only to move down the street. I have packed up my life 4 times in the past 2 years. Today I find myself packing up for the fifth time. Bleh. It's only been 4 months since I did this.

Good thing that I only unpacked less than half of my belongings this time around. It'll be MUCH easier. Now the problem is that I have a gap of 5 days where I am completely homeless. I have to move out of my house the 22nd and I can't move in until the 27th (just for the record--that is after I start school and work). Oh joy. I am not looking forward to it.

Though I absolutely loath packing my things, I love to unpack and get organized. There is something about meticulously putting everything of mine in my own space and have it organized exactly how I want. I quite enjoy it :)

Quote of the week:

"Becky bought a cruise!!!!"

Why yes, yes I did. Courtesy of Caribbean Cruise Line.


Why? I have asked myself that question many times since Monday, the day the deed was done.

To preface this event, I must let you know I was having a HORRIBLE day. I had to wake up before 7 in the morning. Then I rode 3 buses all the way to American Fork to teach some morning classes. The classes were chaotic. Kids are cute, but sometimes they are a handful. Then I rode 3 more buses home. It take over an hour to get there, by the way. When I got home I was tired and cranky. I went to the store and had to endure some really annoying Napolean Dinamite-esque cheesy organ music in the store. It really ticked me off for some reason. I'm not sure why.

Well I got home and checked the mail. To my surprise, I got a letter that said I won a free cruise!! Immediately I thought it was just some stupid things, but I decided to call for some reason. It turns out that the cruise wasn't completely free. It actually cost $597. It also turns out that I bought that cruise. I was feeling excited until I got of the phone. I felt stupid for taking it. I mean, I just took out a loan for school and now I blew 600 dollars on a stupid cruise? Idiotic.

I called Heather and she convinced me that I had been stupid. Thanks, by the way. She told me to call and get my money back; I told her not to tell Mom and Dad. The only thing- the cruise was non-refundable. I had a pit in my stomach and felt like crying for the next 18 hours. What had I done?

My roommates thought it was the funniest thing. They kept saying "Becky bought a cruise" and then laughing hysterically. Needless to say it didn't make me feel any better.

The next day I called anyway and had to listen to 4 different people pressure me into keeping the cruise, but I held strong. I got my money back!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a relief!!!!!

I get knocked down, but I get up again. You're never gonna keep me down!

This summer I have really beat myself up and tonight was no different. We were playing some night games up on campus and I fell face first to the ground. Lovely. Then later we all decided to slide down a wet hill on our stomachs. I was going to do it, but got scared half way down to the ground and awkwardly bent my body to that I had to roll down the hill. I looked like a dream. The bad part-i'm pretty sure I pulled a muscle. Cool. People are going to ask how it happened and I'm going to have to say "I tried sliding down a hill." Plus, I was supposed to go hiking tomorrow. Cross that one off the agenda. And the slip and slide planned for the afternoon? I'm thinking that one goes too.

Some of the other things I have done include, but are not limited to: Falling while hiking and completely destroying my left leg. Going to the lake at night in shorts with no bug spray and getting at least (I kid you not) 50 bug bites on my legs. Tripping over absolutely nothing on level ground. Running into people and falling over due to the force of impact (this mainly happens during sports).

I've always been clutzy--always. Example: I can be standing up not even walking or anything and fall over. I'm used to it by now. However, it's getting out of hand lately. By the time this summer is over I am going to have more scar tissue on my legs than normal skin. What can I do?

Option 1: Refrain from physical activity of any kind.

Option 2: Have someone follow me around so he can catch me if I fall.

Option 3: Do what I normally do and try to tend to my wounds as best as I can.
Ding ding ding we have a winner!

Even though I get really tired of being in pain and being embarrassed to show wear a skirt or shorts in public, it's worth it. This summer I have made some of the best memories ever. I like to view my battle wounds as reminders of all the good times I've had.