THE CINNAMON CHALLENGE. With Some Vomit on the Side.

ALRIGHT. Well, hey.
Like I said, my bestfriend and I were doing the Cinnamon Challenge tonight. So, we did it twice. And for those who don't know what the challenge is, you have to swallow an entire spoonful of ground cinnamon. (Again, please go google it.) Seems easy, right? Haaaaa, that's what I thought. Heeeeeere's what REALLY happened.......


SO. Due to just my luck, we decided to get the experience on video. My camera, of course, did something new and wrong and dysfunctional, and so we did the challenge, AND IT WAS PRICELESS. My friend exploded and I held it in as long as I could, but when I tried to swallow it, I regurgitated it immediately and coughed like crazy. I then exploded. I ran to my garage nearby and hacked up the entire tablespoon along with my dinner. That's right. I threw up while coughing cinnamon clouds. This went on for at least nine straight minutes. I threw up on my new soccer cleats, drank and rinsed my mouth out alllllll over my garage floor. It made me cry. I literally had tears rolling down my face in pain and oral discomfort. I came back inside to find my camera never recorded any of this. If only you could hear my hacking, and I'm not talking my drum set hacking. I mean, deathly case of Tuberculosis hacking and coughing and vomiting and gagging and splurging. This is one of the four puddles of liquid/chunky cinnamon upchuck. This puddle just has my vomit. You're welcome.

SOOOOO, being the professional memory preserver I am, I was absolutely devastated to see my memories lost in technology. So, I persuaded my friend to embark on the journey that swallowing cinnamon is, for a second time. I won, again C: Haha, this time we were smart and brought the trash can to us to yack into. This is the trash can after the SECOND CHALLENGE.

Thanks, Vivi..^

We may not be the smartest of people, but we're the best of friends! I hope the video isn't too large of a file to post to Blogspot, but if it is, I'll come back and share the link to it on Youtube! Enjoy, if you can!



Curled Hair, Coughing, and Challenges.

Hello Blogspot, today has been sorta halfway lazy. I woke up, and played a game of church basketball, which is absolute madness. It was the last game of the season, and I'll actually miss it. But church basketball, I won't go into just because the topic is literal insanity. I came home, and showered. Home alone, I'm pretty bored, so I figured I'd put my favorite bands on shuffle and curl my hair just to see how bad it would look. And this is my result!

I could never have short hair. I have too fat of a face. Haha, me and curled hair don't get along very well. Either I feel like Little Bo Peep and have a desire to move to Montana and herd sheep for the rest of my days, or I feel like a cupcake with wheat swirly frosting on top. Neither is very flattering to me. Haha, I DO feel too done-up to not see anyone so my best friend Vivi and I are going to do the Cinnamon Challenge tonight, and that video will DEFinitley be posted real soon. If you don't know what the Cinnamon Challenge is, Google it, and I'll see ya later, guys! 10-4, over and out.

This is Vivi dear and me. Back in September 2011.

Where's My Toothpaste?

This morning! WOKE UP NATURALLY AT 4:25 AM. Which is blessing, I guess. I like getting distracted in the morning when I'm trying to get ready for school and seminary. Well, not really. It just happens every morning so I've learned to love it. Kinda. Woke up this morning in my delirious state as usually, and couldn't find my toothpaste. I remember shuffling through my kitchen saying

"I need my toothpaste. Or I will die. I will die. In the need of toothpaste. Toothpaste. Wants me to die."

I think that's why my parents shut their door five minutes after my scene in the kitchen.

Just now, I couldn't find my soccer bag. I was panicking through the house looking for it when my cat stopped me and started hissing. I don't know if it was the fact I hadn't straightened my hair and so I looked like an intruder, or because he was just annoyed with me. I found the bad under my bed, (SO NOT where I last left it) and walked out of my room to find the same dumb cat staring me down. I thought I was going to have to get ready for a feline throw down before seminary. That'd teach him a lesson.

Not really. I'd be going to school and seminary looking like I had just hugged the inside of a cheese grater.

Mornings, as you can see, are just not my thing. At all. Mondays, well, every one's Mondays suck. And if yours don't you need to stop living off your Aztec calendar and get with the seven-day week program. So you can imagine, a Monday morning, being the worst out of all the other days.

Not really. I'm just about as delusional as this every single school day of the week.

I've been trying to get completely ready for school before I go to seminary. This means teeth brushed, hair done, make up on and out of my pajamas. At my church building, I promise, they bought the ugliest mirrors they could find. These mirrors, are the worst mirrors I've ever seen. You're feeling good that morning? Think you're having a good hair day? Did your make up perfect? NOT TO THIS MIRROR YOU DIDN'T. Once you look in a church mirror, you'll want to go home and crawl under your bed like the little demon troll you see in the mirror. I am trying to avoid these mirrors at all cost. ALL. Cost.

Well, the good news is, I can't find my mascara. Which is awesome. Because my eyelashes are so small you'd have to lay me under a microscope that can see bacteria, cause I feel like that's the only way you could identify my eyelashes. By the bacteria on them. Wait. Do eyelashes even have bact- nevermind. Just, nevermind.

Welcome to my morning. I'm going to go now. BECAUSE I STILL CAN'T FIND MY TOOTHPASTE.

I'm Never Ready To Say Goodbye.

Thanks for tuning in guys!
Well, ya know that guuuuy. That guy I'm always referring to as. My sweetheart. My prince. My angel. My best friend. My sweetie. My sugar. My little cup of caffine-free tea. Yeah. Well, that's my sweet boyfriend Noah. Let me say that again. Noah. Noooooah.

GORGEOUS. Name.
Makes sense. I mean, it matches his gorgeous face. Take a look.

Well, he came down to my house for a sweet little weekend! We had a smashing time, like always! He arrived at our organized meeting spot about the same time I get out of school, so I left school half an hour early to go meet him. We had our routine explosive hug once we escaped our enclosing cars. This was an early Valentines day for us, so we exchanged the SWEETEST gifts ever and we both loved it!

I had a soccer game later that night. He drove me there an hour early and waited around for my dad to get there, like a sweet little boyfriend that he is! The game we won't discuss, mainly because of the score, but Noah and my father just talked and talked! It was such a happy picture! What even happier is that Noah still loves me after he's seen me in athlete mode. Disgusting, sweaty, my-hair-up-on-top-of-my-head-in-a-mess mode. He was very very supportive! He always is. Then after the game, once I washed up and became presentable, we cuddled to a movie, and it was a wonderful way to end the day.

The next morning we woke up, lounged around for a bit, then we went on a picnic in a little park on the campus of GSU called Sweetheart Circle. We picnic there every trip Noah takes to my house! We ate sandwiches, sun chips, and sipped juice in a crazy little wind storm! But we had our blanket, and we had each other, so we dealt like we always deal.

After our precious picnic in the circle, we raced to the movie theater for our 1:10 showing of The Woman in Black. That movie. Was SO. Scary. Noah says he wasn't, but I'm pretty sure the only thing that made him laugh was how scared I was. It was an incredibly good movie, though! We were just the cutest little movie goers there the theater will ever see! After that, we went to La Berry, a frozen yogurt shop that Noah and I just can't get enough of! We make the yummiest, most delicious combinations with flavors and toppings and such! Next was time to go home and get prepped for a Valentines Day dance at the stake center where we had the most perfected dance moves and twirls and spins on the entire dance floor! The entire three hours! We didn't miss a single shot where we could show off our sweetness for all the single suckers in the stake! We weren't smart enough to bring jackets to the occasion, and afterwards we stopped at Sonic for mozzarella sticks to share. We stood shivering together in the cold with waiting on our order, with no jackets. We finally got our order and jumped back in the car for our dear lives! SO COLD, you guys! We rode back home, where we had pizza rolls waiting for us! We munched together till one in the morning and had our "Goodnight Noah/Cindy" routine and were off fassssst asleep!

The next morning! Ah, Sunday! Sunday. He goes home. Right after our church meetings. We get up, and go to church. Another event to show our cute selves off at! We sat in sacrament holding hands and humming hymns that we had never heard of before. We at least tried. After church, we walked out to his mother's van. There's always for sure happy factors that contribute to Noah's departure. One of them being Noah, his mother, and me, all being in the same location together. I could go on and on how much I love Noah's mother! Straight up angel from heaven. We also hung around for about twenty minutes with Noah's sister and cousin who also came on the little road trip with Sister Compton. We stood in more freezing wind, just standing around and talking. We then began moving to our separate ways. Let's just say we had about nine or ten "goodbye hugs". We said our adieus, his mother hugged me, and walked away to our vans. Every day I spend with Noah Compton is the new funnest day ever!

No matter what, I'm never ready to say goodbye to my prince. But man, I promise I'm extremely thankful and grateful for the opportunity to say hello<3. 



The Phone Never Stops Ringing

Neither the home phone, nor my phone, has rang so many times in ONE DAY.

There we go. Got the explanation of this blog's title taken care of. Now onto what, sorta.. matters.


This week has been a pretty busy week, you guys! Let's just start off with my favorite day of the week, Sunday! Sunday, I went for a drive over to my best friend Carina Kartchner's house. Typically, I will just practice driving over there, texting Carina while sitting in "park" in her driveway, telling her that if she wants a hug, then she needs to walk out side in the next ten minutes or I'm gone! Well, I went in after her, and stayed over for an hour and a half. Oops. My visit consisted of being dared to drink a mixture of lemonade and milk, spoke Italian with her mom, making stupid faces, and accidentally offending the entire country of Mexico. Ya know, it was the usual visit.

The drink of fermentation.

Yeeeeeeeea.

Camera shy people. \(-_-)/



Monday was the first day of my cold. Each day this week, I must have been destined to have a dominant symptom. For instence, Monday, I had the sniffles. My nose would not stop running! Monday, was just a normal Monday. School sucked even worse than normal. Tuesday, my throat converted to the religious veiws like unto sandpaper. I stayed up until 1AM doing AP US History homework that was a week over due (Thank goodness my teacher is a saint and gave me full credit..) and then I left Noah Compton, my sweet, darling, and beautiful boyfriend a voicemail before a big day of getting his wisdom teeth removed! My poor baby:c You could barely hear me talk, for every fourth word I spoke but no sound came out. Wednesday, Noahpoo's big day!

Translation: "Just finished the procedure and on my way home I love you" with some hearts thrown in there somewhere, I'm sure:D (No he did not have this surgery at night, my phone thinks that it has a timezone of its own.)

This little sweetheart of mine, I worried about so much on the day of the surgery! But hey, that's what girlfriends do, right? Well, I do.. and so my prince sent me a message, drugged and delerious as he was, sent me a text in school saying this, and letting me know he was OK and that he loves me! That is just the sweetest thing. There is nothing on this planet cuter than Noah and this text^! What Noah didn't know was that in the mail, I had a surprise care package for him, due for arrival at his house on the day after the surgery!

This is what  I made for him! I took empty pill bottles, washed them of all traces of medicine, and filled them with his favorite candies for him to munch on after his recovery! I made little labels that said "Hugs" "Kisses" and "Cuddles" and I even put in an 'ice pack' (the pack of sour worms)! I emptied a band-aid box, and cute out a drew band-aids with sweet messages on them and placed the back in the box, and I EVEN gave him my faaaaaavorite teddy bear to snuggle with! He had no idea it was coming! I'd say it was a major success!

BREAKING NEWS!:D He had his ownnnn little surprise for me! His family is taking a weekend trip to a surrounding area of my current location, and for those of you who don't know, we are a (perfect) long distance realtionship! He lives in Northeast Alabama and I live in Southeast Georgia! So for the knowledge of seeing my boyfriend in the next week, makes me explosivley happy! I can't wait, guys! C:

That's all for now, you guys! I congradulate you if you read all the way to this last line you are reading now. I feel like I said too much. But oh well. I get that feeling every time I speak, or type. Adios, Blogerros!