bad decisions.

once upon a time....
school ended and i moved home.
that was bad decision number 1.

i hate moving. packing. organizing. deep cleaning. moving out of our home almost killed me. a month ago we got a packet that told us everything we had to deep clean in the house, which is every square inch. we thought we could knock it out in two days. WE WERE WRONG.



it took us 48 full hours to move out, that didn't include deep cleaning. i'm not being dramatic when i say we were up until 5 am scrubbing.

things i hated about moving out
-the empty house
-the last 24 hours with the girls.
-the last days in logan...forever.
-scrubbing the bathroom, i almost puked.
-the 3 mental breakdowns i had

then our vacuum breaks. we have to vacuum every inch of the house. so at 2 am we're on the hunt for a working vacuum, so we mooch off the one house we know wouldn't be using a vacuum anytime soon (thanks curt). and....that vacuum doesn't work either. Kewl. damn naomi (the landlord from the underworld), i hate that woman.





and since we already packed all the plates, food, and cooking utensils we couldn't eat in the house.
this was bad decision number 2.
let me recap the food i ate in the last 48 hours living in logan
Cafe Sabor
Cafe Rio
Mcdonalds breakfast
Burger King breakfast
Cafe Sabor
Mcdonalds.

you know you need jenny craig when you go to mickey d's for the hashbrowns and bk for the french toast sticks.
HELP ME.


NBD...seriously What the cuss am i doin to myself
I'm not kidding. if i drop dead of a heart attack, i won't be surprised.

on top of all this shiz goin down in two days my mental state is not okay because i'm stressin about my stats final, where i'm goin to school next year, and the thought of never living with these girls again.
Once upon a time i was too stressed for words.

So i finally drive home on friday, after three days of pure stress and emotional rollercoaster riding (my least favorite type of riding). after 2 hours of sleep (not being dramatic, literally TWO hours) i'm a little emotionally exhausted and i literally start crying on the drive home. CRYING. this is so ridiculous i actually captured the moment. legit.


so finally i get home. i walk in, my mom happily greets me, i grunt, say "i'm tired" and pass out in my parents bed for five hours. I AM NOT OKAY, and i still haven't recovered. pray for me, & for the other girls who are mourning moving out. SOS.