Friend Fail

So to preface, I should say that I am kind of awesome. 

This past weekend my friend Octavia came to visit me in Indianapolis.  We had tickets to see Jimmy Fallon.  It was super fun.

Anyway, that’s not the point of this post.  This is the good part of the story…

I am so not a “morning person.”  When made to wake up before I want to I am usually somewhat dazed, confused, and even more clumsy than normal.  Additionally, my brain and body both seem to move in slow motion; meaning I say things before I think them through and it takes me forever to actually get ready. 

This morning was no exception.  My alarm went off at 6:30 and I stumbled out of bed, over to my desk, and shut the noise off.  I then stood thinking to myself, “Self, there is someone else in your room that you are supposed to wake up right now.”

And that’s when things got confusing.  I could not, for the life of me, remember who I was supposed to wake up.  I stood there squinting in the darkness trying to make out the shape of the other person in my room, to no avail. 

And then my mouth, which got ahead of my brain, said, “Heather, you need to wake up.” (Heather was my roommate for two years so, I mean, really this was a reasonable guess, just not the right one, not the right one at all.)

Then in my head I think, “Doh, nope, that’s wrong, that's 100% wrong, Heather lives down the street, that was so the wrong name.”  As Octavia laughs and says, “That’s okay Kyley, I’m awake.”

“Hi Tavia,” I say, “I’m going to go shower now.”

(Side note, I then sat waiting for the hot water to get warm for like 30 seconds before I realized I’d turned on the cold tap, seriously, NOT a morning person)

Yeah, I think it’s good that Tavia and I have been friends for so long because that was just an epic fail.  On the plus side, Heather thought it was funny.

A Day in the Life: My Hair

Talking to my roommate last night:

Me: My hair is getting too long.
Roommate: Cut it.
Me: No, it’s not long enough yet.
Roommate: *confused look*
Me: To donate, it’s not long enough to donate yet.
Roommate: It is totally long enough to donate!
Me: No, if I cut enough off now I’d look like a pudgy faced little boy.
Roommate: So you’re definitely going to donate it?
Me: Yes, I haven’t in a while.
Roommate: Your head is like a farm. Hair is your crop! You are both farm and farmer!


And she’s the one always saying she “worries about me.” She’s just as strange, just saying.

A Day in the Life: Body Wash

So, I've decided that in order to increase the rate at which I update my blog I'm going to do little "A Day in the Life," posts. These will basically be little things that I do / have happen to me that I find funny / interesting but that can't really be expanded into a big post. / / / ...

So, without further ado, A Day in the Life: Body Wash.

This morning in the shower I finally used up the bottle of body wash I've been using (this is a big deal for me because I usually grow bored half way through and change to something new). As I was rinsing the bottle out so I could put it in the recycling something on the label caught my eye. The name was "Daily Moisturizing Foaming Bath," no wash.

I flipped the bottle over to look at the instructions and they were, "Shake well before use. Pour into running water for a lightly foaming bath."

Awesome. So, after spending months forcing myself to finish off this bottle of "body wash", I learn it was something I probably should not have been putting directly onto my sensitive skin anyway. Epic fail self, epic fail.