Happy New Year

So I’m a little late since it’s the 6th, but it’s the thought that counts, right?? I feel like there has been a lot of seriousness in the world as of late, so I figured I’d go with things that make me happy. And why shouldn’t I? This is the last “First of the Year” post I’ll get to do since supposedly the world is ending in December. Better pull that bucket list out.

Over the break, we discovered that pretty much my entire family is a hoarder, (and also that I couldn’t spell hoarder). It started on Christmas Eve when my older brother was going through some boxes he pulled from a storage unit. Needless to say there was a lot of stuff he’d forgotten about and even more stuff we wondered why he even had. During this little trip down memory lane, it was determined that he was a hoarder. Subsequently, throughout the following two weeks everyone in my family decided to clean/go through rooms. In the end we came to the conclusion that we are in fact, hoarders. Do they offer family discounts for counseling??

Since this startling (and very upsetting) revelation, I started to wonder what other strange habits and obsessions I have. I’d like to share one with you.

Deep breath Rachael, you can admit it…

I LOVE Jamba Juice! The Strawberry Wild is my favorite. I’m pretty sure it’s an addiction, because the other night I had a dream about getting one, and have craved one since. Needless to say, today was a Jamba day. I’m pretty sure I could live on the stuff, so ya know, if I ever have to have an IV, let’s make sure this gets pumped through. Okay?

I need to finish my book. I should totally be doing that instead of blogging, but let’s call the blog a writing warm up. haha. I have about five and a half chapters left and for some reason I’m dragging my feet. But this weekend, being back in Logan with nothing really to do, I plan to lock myself in my room with a butt load of chocolate and write.

School starts Monday. I’m ready and I’m not. I wish I was farther in my program though, because the department just sent out the notice about my dream internship. Oh well…hopefully next year.

I cut my hair yesterday. Took off about two inches. What is it about getting a haircut that makes you feel so different? I didn’t change anything but the length of my hair, didn’t even color it, but I feel different. Older, more responsible. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m about to turn 20….

I feel really cute today, so you get a picture.

 

Okay, I feel sufficiently warmed up, so I guess I better go write while I have the motivation. I told myself I couldn’t open this giant thing of peanut M&M’s until I finished the book, but we’ll see how well that goes.

Enjoy the gorgeous weather peeps!

**Rae Marie