Liar liar, pants on fire

My new year's resolution was to stop lying. The occasional white lie would be acceptable but a rarity. I have been doing pretty well thus year on my honesty binge but this week in class I had a major yet accidental slip up.

I was sitting in the second row, dead center in my anthropology class, just as I do every Tuesday and Thursday, rapidly taking notes as my professor teaches in the 400 person lecture hall almost completely packed with students. What I didn't notice as I was frantically scribbling down the definition of phenotype, is that about half the class had their hands raised. I thought to myself, whatever I'll just raise my hand to the second option. (Now, why I feel the need to raise my hand at all, is beyond me, it's just an impulse, I had to do it.) He asks the second question and before I know it, I am raising my hand (with only 3 other people in the entire lecture hall). And what do you know? I am claiming to be blood type AB. What the what?! Me and only 11% of the entire world, the rarest blood type around. This is a complete and total lie. I am blood type A-.

So my professor turns to me, sitting front and center. Has me STAND UP and tells me how rare I am, so rare in fact, that I am weird. Oops. All eyes on the liar in the second row. Too late now to back out. So I'm just going with it. Digging myself a bigger hole by the minute.

For some god forsaken reason I continue to tell him and the class I donate blood regularly. (Now in truth, I have donated twice in my life and passed out the second time. They encouraged me not to come back.)

My friend in the class turns to me and says, “That is so cool! I didn't know that about you.” Slightly blindsided, I gave her a knowing smile, like, yes, I hear that all the time.

Now my professor continues to use me as an example of co-dominance for the rest of the lecture always remarking on how rare I am.

What have I learned from this experience? Don't raise your freaking hand unless you know why your raising it!!!

Liar liar, pants on fire.

Poor Judgement or Good Luck...

Sooo...it's my 19^th birthday and dear Chelsea has some amazing party for us to attend. The only downside is that it's on 28^th and Colorado. I know what you're thinking, and yes, that sounded like a very substantial walk to me too. Going would be a commitment. Nonetheless, we decided to go, brave the arctic gusts and make our way to this apparently epic party (and by epic I mean 5 guys and a handle of Vanilla McCormicks).

We are making our way our of Libby Hall and a Range Rover pulls up next to us. Expecting the usual, “You drinking tonight ladies?” request, we are caught off guard when he offers us a ride.

“To where exactly will you be taking us, random bearded guy driving the Range Rover?” I inquired, and where does he tell us, you got it, party at 28^th and Colorado. Just our luck! (If I had been thinking straight, this would have tipped me off and I wouldn't have been surprised that this “party” was 5 guys and a handle of McCormicks.)

Now mom, if you're reading this, I know you're cringing and praying that I didn't get in the car and I give you my full permission to stop reading now and continue believing that I always practice my best judgment and that I went back to the safety of my 10x10 room with Becca and played Apples to Apples. Go on now. Close the screen.

Without a moments hesitation I hear, “SHOTGUN!” from my left and Chelsea is already in the passenger seat. Jessica and I follow suit and only pause long enough to ask the random bearded Range Rover driving guy his name, Will. Sounds like a respectable name, so without a second thought I'm buckled in and on my way to 28^th and College.

Moral of the story. It's okay to trust him if he drives a Range Rover.

Cookies, not even once.

I live in an all you can eat buffet. This would is not a problem for those who know how to practice any self control, but unfortunately, I do not fall under that category. I never really learned the concept of “portion control.” It is near impossible for me to walk by the rows of cookies, warm and fresh out of the oven, and not stop and eat one, two or five. This has become a serious problem. It is now no longer only hurting myself (thank you freshman fifteen) but it has begun to hurt my relationships.

The other day, I was walking out of the C4C dining hall with my hall mates when we decided to stop and take a look at the deserts (here's my first mistake). I told myself, Katie, you already had three cookies at lunch, no cookies for dinner (second mistake). Now, not only do I already want a warm sugar cookie, I want them even more now that they are off limits! Standard “want what you can't have” scenario. By now, I am standing over the desserts, literally drooling. My friends start filing out of the dining hall while I am glued to my spot overlooking the cookies. Chelsea, my hall mate, gentle grabs my arm to encourage me to leave with the rest of our crowd. Here's how I know I have a problem. I literally, GRABBED the counter top, resisting leaving the cookie's side. I physically resisted her gesture to stare at the cookies. They say the first step to recovery is to admit you have a problem. Alright, here it goes. I have a serious cookie problem.

19 Things I've Learned in 19 Years

19 things I've learned in 19 years

1. Only you know what makes you happy.
2. There is no one right answer.
3. Live in the moment.
4. No matter how hard you squint, you can't use the “force” to turn flip the light switch.
5. People will love me, even if I'm out of my mind.
6. Googling baby animals is a honorable way of passing the time.
7. Forgive but don't forget.
8. Pick your friends wisely, and your roommates wiser.
9. Mom is always right.
10. Getting your heart broken really does suck.
11. Procrastination doesn't always get you into trouble.
12. Always remember your “pleases” and “thank yous.”
13. A smile can get you in any door.
14. Its all about who you know, not what you know.
15. I will never in my life, be allowed to be this selfish again.
16. Doughnuts are the lifeblood of my soul.
17. Protect your heart.
18. Avoid detox.
19. Being yourself is sometimes the hardest thing to do.