my hair is so big because its full of secrets

i know, i know. i forgot to write in this thing for three days now. but in order to give you the full me becoming basil moreau experience, ill try and break it down for you.

WEDNESDAY -- just kidding. i wrote a blog on that day. but wednesday is a really weird word. just like weird. (thought i would share that.)

THURSDAY

so first of all, apparently on UT game days you can wear all the jeans and UT t-shirts you want if you are a teacher. for that reason alone, i wish i had a t-shirt so that i could have worn it. but i didn't have one. so i wore fancy clothes instead. those are never all that fun. me, im a t-shirt jeans girl.

unfortunately, those jeans are only allowed on fridays. and if any of you went outside on friday it was freezing cold. therefore, that wasnt happening.

back to thursday-- our writing assignment had to do with scars, so in order to have a larger influence on the class, i told a story about when i was young and cracked my head open after falling off a mcdonalds playplace.

there went one of my secrets.. flying out of my hair.

then i went home to watch the UT game, because im part of the dude clique now.. so i gotta know how these things work in case i get asked questions about it the next day.

i already haven't seen scarface or casablanca or silence of the lambs. so i'm not doing as awesome as i would like to be in those areas.

so needless to say, i watched the game. because i didn't want to continue to let my dude clique down. and i guess i like texas.

FRIDAY

so. as i mentioned earlier it was too pinche cold to wear jeans, mainly because i left all my long ones at my moms. and by that i mean all the ones i have here don't reach the floor. so there was no way in hell i was going out into the 20 degree weather to deal with that.

so i was in my pants. hahah well of course i was. anyways. i wore my fancy pants again and perhaps questionable boots.

how could boots be questionable you ask?

well. i had already fallen wearing these boots once before. but i still just attribute that to my immense lack of grace. or balance for that matter.

for instance, i have fallen at weddings while walking down the aisle, down flights of stairs at my school, when its raining, when its sunny, when its snowing, when its foggy, on mondays, on tuesdays, wednesdays, thursdays, when its cold... you get the drift here right?

so. it was a cold day. and what happened? i ate it. hardcore.

so hardcore that the two officers ran over to me and were like, "oh my gosh, ms. are you ok? is everything alright?" now i had fallen before school had started, but not so much before school that there were not kids in the courtyard around me. in order to draw less attention to that fact, i decided that the best thing to do was to walk through the pain.

it was a lot of pain.

so much so that my teacher then sent me to the nurses office with a pass. like a highschooler.

thats how i started my day.

and then, i told that very story, with more detail, and SAT words three more times that day.

can you hear that? its another secret escaping my hair.

SATURDAY

well.. i finally unpacked all my clothes, and have successfully laid some out for monday and tuesday.

other than that, i watched breakfast at tiffany's.. for the first time. yeah i know, you're disappointed in me.

also, my dude clique probably wouldn't be too happy that i am watching breakfast at tiffany's. they probably think i should be watching casablanca.

well i didnt.

SUNDAY (today)

today i am going to go grocery shopping, because i have no bread, nor sandwich bags in which to put the sandwiches that the bread would be used for in.

and i start up confirmation classes again. i guess that its good that im bringing Jesus back into my life.

(i felt the need to capitalize the "j". i struggled with that decision though.)

so. there you go, those are the past three days, and today, caught up.

until tomorrow, where i will likely do something else that needs to be recorded, so that in the future i can look back and laugh.