Thinkin'

Many of you know,

I

think

a 

lot.

(This is me traveling through Ecuador on my way to Loja)

Some of my thoughts while I try to focus on school

 or after certain interactions on campus:

Is it bad that I feel like I have to pretend to be boring 

with guys after I realize, I just let them have too much fun.

 Dang it. They like me. A lot. 

Then it's like ah crap. I hate dating.

I want to be myself and have fun,

but the wrong ones always 

think they are the right ones!

The 2nd floor of the library definitely 

smelt like wet dog last Thursday.

I was reading some research for a class

 and came across a sentence with 

'maladjustment'

 in it.

In my head, I read it:

'Malad just met.'

Dang it! Idaho...

I am a child!!!!

Seriously, I have just settled at that. 

I will just admit it:

 I am immature.

I end up saying that plenty of times throughout the week.

I am in a horsemanship class twice a week

 in the mornings for first block.. 

which I LOVE bytheway

...and horse farts.

ohhhh horse. farts.

I can not ever not laugh!!

I die!

every

stinkin

time. 

They just lift their tails all slow-mo and seep on out.

siiiick. 

plus, they always smell the same.

Or they fart with each step as they trot.

told you, immature here!

I wear these bad boys:

out and about more and more as the weather allows it.

I wore them to my horse class this week.

(changed into my cowboy boots there 

but, more importantly, i wore em.

 got looks and loved it.)

Wore them to the Thai restaurant in town.

I love taking 'the boys' for walks. 

they like going out too.

Can't wait to embarrass my man someday and my kids. 

immature :)

The other day I finally found my favorite chapstick

went to put it on and

bleehhh

it was melted and smeared and chunked onto my lip.

cute.

i was kind of upset.

Every single day, 

without fail,

in my Anatomy and Physiology class

I bang my head

 against the wall behind me.

Why I haven't learned?

No clue.

Three words I heard multiple times

 in classes on Thursday that I 

couldn't help but giggle every time:

youngster

phagocytosis

pinocytosis

Oh, and of course!

there was a farting sound

 in my anat/phys class 

and I about died!!!!

Luckily, the girl next to me felt the same way.

One last time,

I am such a child! 

I can't help but do weird things and love it

and hear farting sounds and die of giggles.

So, I embrace it.