Passion Pit makes me dancy and stuff

Today is a happy day? You know why? BECAUSE.

But I do know that Passion Pit makes me want to dance. So let's jiggle about and stifle the urge to dance while we read (or write if you're me) this post.

TAP DIS    

I literally started bumping around the moment it came on. This is not a joke, it is an actual condition I have. I mean, not a medically diagnosed condition, but close.

I'm taking to long to write this and have to keep hitting replay. Not a problem. AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN.

Want to hear about my weekend?
(Why do I ask question without the intent for them to be rhetorical on a blog?)

Anyways, who likes squash? ( what the heck. I did it again) But forreal. Who likes squash? ME. I desperately love squash.. Like a lot. But my love for squash comes on really quickly and sometimes at terrible times. Like this weekend when I just HAD to have roasted squash at 1:00 in the morning.

I promptly demanded my friend Caleb to go get me squash.. and he said no. WHAT!?!?!?

I, rightly, got very angry. I was like fine whatever I'll go get the squash at Cub by myself. Whatever. 

So I did. 

BUT, I had to take my sister's car because her car was parked behind mine and I couldn't get out...  I hate my sister's car. IT NEVER STARTS FOR ME THE PIECE OF POOP.

But I took it anyways because squash.

Now, as I arrived at Cub I decided I was going to be efficient and park right up next to the back door so I was closer to Cub and didn't have to walk in the cold for very long (it was real cold). So I did just that. BUT DID NIKKI KNOW THE BACK DOOR IS LOCKED AT NIGHT? No. But the stupid car wouldn't start for me to move it... So I walked around the entire store to get to the front. But the front door closest to me was LOCKED, so I had to walk to the other end of the front of the store in the cold. IT WAS COLD. 

I was literally the only person in the store except for this mildly creepy older man.  I walked all the way over to the squashes and started gazing at them. THEN I HAD TO GO TO THE BATHROOM SO BAD I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO FALL OVER. So I, as smoothly as I could which wasn't smooth at all waddled to the bathroom. I went, I flushed, I washed and it was over. 

Back to the squash. I finally picked out my perfect squash and it was mine. I loved it for all the little squash was it. 

I went to go check out and ended up behind the mildly creepy older man in line who took 15 minutes trying to buy 10 freaking bags of buns.... WUT.

But some other guy who had been standing at his register the whole time I was suffering in line told me he was open. I was like... Oh.

I get in line and plop my squash up on the belt and asked a very simple question: 

"Do I need to weigh my squash or do you?"

He says: "wut?"

"Did  I need to weigh my squash before I brought it over here?"

"your squash?"

"... yeah."

"No."

"oh, okay. So what do I do?"

"..... weight it."

"here?"

"Yeah, it's 4.6 pounds. It's $7.25"

"okay..... thanks"

"yeah."

"Well.... Bye..."

Then, carrying my awkward squash, I decided I was going to try to escape out the back door where my car was parked. NOPE. It wasn't open. And to make matters worse, when I tried to open the door by kicking it my pants got caught and I was stuck trying to jiggle my way out of the doors trap. 

when I finally got un-stuck I had to shamefully walk to the other front door and walk ALL the way around to my car again in the cold.

My car would start for five minutes. 

when I was finally able to get it started and began to leave: My friend Joseph called me and said:

"I'm at Cub right now do you want me to pick anything up before I come over?" 

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I'm still a little upset over it all.

Then in the morning after I had made my wonderful squash and enjoyed it thoroughly, my mom told me that we had squash at my house THE WHOLE TIME.

UGH. I'm all worked up now. Whatever. I'll listen to Passion Pit and dance it off.

PEACE N BLESSINS

I'm a Rat

So here's the thing: 

It's Thanksgiving Break and everyone has left, now I'm lonely.
It's just totally me against he world right now.

I got so lonely that I decide to to blog.
 I'm embarrassed, ew you know what? Whatever.

I'M BLOGGING BECAUSE I'M A LONELY BLOGGIST.

Anyways. Before I tried blogging I did a few other crazy little things to fill the space in my heart where community once was. 

I went on a Beyonce binge trying to find moral support in my time of having no friends.
I found a really great theme song for the rest of the night. I encourage you to tap that link and listen to it for the rest of my blog post. It totally adds some sass up in here.

Beyonce helps me get through everything

Cause u kno Beyonce ain't gonna compromise her christianity N neither am I

Anyways, after some serious Beyonce creeping I did some serious tweeting.







I talked about how sad 2 Timothy is, because it's sad.
I then spent a very long time going through tweets about Clay Aiken, cuz u kno how important he B.
I searched through the hashtag #k to get a little bit more sass into my night as well.
Anyways I learned some things, and I was feeling much more like a survivor.

Then, I went on Pinterest for the third time in my life and looked up some CS Lewis quotes to feel inspired. It inspired me to tweet some more, but I didn't.

I then did some research. I researched Bible Colleges in the UK, how to nurse a hummingbird back to health, Abraham Lincoln, The Swiss Family Robinson, Mutant fish in lakes and stuff, the make-up of the earth's core, and the origin of instant potatoes.

I totally learned.

And I felt like a rat in my dark room sitting at my computer while my roommate slept.
This isn't my best.

Anyways then it was dinner time so I had to be less of a rat and go into public.
I had granola for dinner.

Well, now I'm going to go find some friends that haven't abandoned me for their families.

Happy Thanksgiving!