Huh, I gotta get used to it. A little warning next time, Internet.
David and I were laughing the other day about stuff we've done in our lifetimes that seemed normal at the time, but now is like, "What?" I thought I'd share some of those things with you.
During our summer trips to Jamaica to work in the medical clinics, we saw a lot of things. A. LOT. OF. THINGS. I held a little girl's head still and talked to her while a doctor pulled out a 2" parasitic worm that had bored itself into her scalp. (Mom, don't read this.) Sara and I also cleaned up a vomit spill after a little boy got sick in the waiting room...he had had worms in her stomach that were still wiggling around on the floor. That may be why vomit doesn't bother me so much. That's not even half of it, but it only gets grosser and Mom's just gonna continue to read.
My dad pierced mine and Sara's ears. Why go to Claire's when your dad can numb you up with Xylocaine and then pop a sapphire stud through your lobe?
I was in the marching band my freshman year in college. Oh yes, I was. Never in a marching band before. Why was I in it? Because David was in it. And when you're 17 and in love, you do whatever you have to stay with him as much as you can...kind of like a crazy person. It came with a small scholarship. They wanted me to play the quads, but I tried them on and they were too heavy. So...I played the cymbals. What? Shut up! You don't know! THE CYMBALS ARE THE BEST PART! *craaaaaaaasssshhhhhh* It was actually a lot of fun.
I was also a music minor. I don't sing. So, why? Because, at the time, David was a music major and that way, I could have some classes with him in addition to the core classes. YES, I WAS INSANE BACK THEN. My plan backfired, because David changed his major and I was halfway through my minor, so it was either have wasted all that money and time or just finish it. And I never quit. I worked my fanny off. #1. Music theory and ear training is hard. #2. If you know me at all, you know that I DO NOT sing in front of people and I had to do a lot of that. So, this was quite a challenge for me, but I'm very glad I did it as it has helped shape me to become the rock star that I am today. And no, ear training is not where you train your ears to sit and stay, MOM. You have to hear two notes and determine what they are and their intervals. I had to play a lot of piano. I had to sing, BY MYSELF, in front of a group of professors twice a year. If you only knew how much my pits and lower back and knees and boobs were sweating during that torturous 30 minutes. I think they felt sorry for me because all A's, suckahs!
I never once skipped a class in college. Believe me, I wanted to. But, I couldn't do it. It may have been my parents' voices in the back of my head or because I'm OCD and the one time I missed class would be the day they gave the attendees some huge advantage on the final.
I used to cut my own hair all the time. Up until a few years ago, actually. I'm not talking about the occasional trim here and there. I'm talking about full-out shearings. In college, (man, I was a weirdo in college) my roommate helped me shave my head to 2 inches. Halle Berry short. It wasn't my favorite cut ever, but it grew out and I loved the in-between length, so it was worth it.
I bought a pair of multi-colored patchwork jeans a few years ago (okay fine, in college) after seeing a friend wearing some. She was one of those people that could pull off anything. I hated her. I thought, "Oooh, cute! I should get some!" I looked like a female scarecrow. $17 straight down the drain.
I had a ton more, but the girls are screaming, "Yellow fish! Yellow fish! Yellow fish!" and if I don't find that stupid yellow fish, the world is going to end, so... you guys behave today.