Watch out!!!... the bia is in...

WARNING: a little on the long side

Yeah, I think it has been known for a while now that I need a sign; a sign to wear around my neck that says "back the beep up if you know what is good for you!" A sign that warns the world that Hurricane Lexie could arrive at any minute or even second with just the slightest push of the teenie tiniest button. What that button is, no one knows- I don't even know. What I do know is, I have mood swings and they aren't just little tiny baby swings- that are mon-ster-ous. I tend to wonder what happened to my "happy days." When I think about it- I start to wonder, could it really be that working all the time, possibly too much for my own good and taking one two many classes every semester for the last 4 years, and not being able to say no to anything making me an over-doer is the chaotic start to these swings? Maybe. It is possible. Then I think, I am lucky my skin does not turn green and sprout warts everywhere or that my hair is still brown. What.the.hell. I am 22!... 22 for cryin' out loud. I am starting to think someone came into my room in the wee hours of the night and stole, yes... stole my carefree happy days right out from under me! But- then again, maybe I am just "growing up" (which will remain a different topic for a different day). Back to the mood swings.

After finishing finals week strongly- receiving a 4.0 for the semester, I could not shake this monster inside of me. I was cranky, easily annoyed, and still felt like I was in the whirlwind of finals- even though they are now a moment of the past. AH. I do not really like where this post is going.. so, moving on.

I am lucky. Oh so very lucky. Today, nothing seemed to be going right; I was frusrated, upset, and self-concious. I did not really want to talk to anyone let alond do anything. I wanted to lay in bed alll day and sleep and dream about the many things I am going to do once I am done with college. All of the things I will finally accomplish that I have been longing to do for ages. Well, today, I actually got to check one of those things off of my list (laugh until I spit out my food).

As I was preoccupied in my own little angry world, there was a knock on the door. There was this tall, brown haired-blue eyed, more than gorgeous man standing at the door with a handful of yellow, white, and hot pink daisies (my favorite). I was then swept away to share a plate of carne asada nachos (only the best ever) and then whisked away to myfroyo to "sweeten up my mood." Let me tell you, I have never felt so happy to be out in public in a pair of sweats, messy hair, and flip flops- all because I did not care what I looked like- I felt like a million bucks knowing that Jake was going completely out of his way and his schedule to pay some extra special attention to me. While sitting at froyo, I decided to kind of sing along with the Hannah Montana song on the radio and Jake just stared at me. The whole place apparently heard me and was staring- even the college guy with a red mustace from eating the raspberry pomegranate froyo. Yes, him too. It was all his fault. As he stared at us with his red mustache I began to laugh hysterically... Once I shed a few tears and got myself under control, I figured I could handle taking a bite of my delicious low calorie treat. Hah, to my surprise I was fooled. Jake was still staring at me in awe from my horrendous singing and I did the laugh and spit everything in your mouth out at the same time sort of thing. Yes- I spewed peanutbutter-chocolate froyo all over the inside of my hand and partly on Jake's face. Yes, on Jake's face. Without blinking his eyes still staring at me with his jaw dropped to the floor, I got the worst case of the giggles of my life. Haha, I laugh now just thinking about it. Before I could get a hold of myself- he cleaned up the table and dragged me out of there. I could not stop- the poor guy, people probably thought he was on a date with a special person... (you all know what I mean by special). But, at least I was a happy special person.

Ah, to make this already too long story short- you know a man loves you when he does not care what you look like while picking you up up for a surprise date and still takes you out like you're his pride and joy, shares a plate of your newly favorite food, and then allows you to laugh until your abs hurt and even spit froyo in his face. Needless to say- despite all of my hurricane-ness, the sight of Jake (knowing he may miss the eye of the storm) and his giant bear hugs I could just force him to keep me in for days, is the best remedy. He is one brave soldier, and I could not be more grateful for the love, patience, and kindness he has shown me. I don't know how he does it- but I have never felt so refreshed.