My So- Called Life

All I can do is laugh. My life is one big fat pickle. My parents have tag-teamed two yelling sessions at me this week, once for almost getting a puppy and secondly for having no car insurance (whoops!). Tonight I did my last bible study of the semester with the Alpha Gammas and I got so tongue-tied that I'm not sure if I made any sense and we had a potluck dinner beforehand and I didn't have the money to buy anything so I made stuff that I had around the house (hotdogs, a mystery rice mixture, and corn- it was a poor man's potluck). I invited one of my best friend's to a semi-formal Christmas party this weekend and she was so excited and she bought a new dress. Then I found out that I had forgotten that I'd bought concert tickets for a show on that night like 2 months earlier so I wouldn't be able to go. AAAAAAH! I can't seem to get anything right this week. I'm having a little trouble trying to figure out how to be a responsible adult. It seems like there's just so many things to think about and take care of. What is responsible. Well, responsible means worthy of trust or held accountable (I looked it up). Held accountable- that sounds scary. Anyways, you wouldn't believe what happened in our house last night. We killed a full grown rat with our rat trap. Its been terrorizing us, everytime we turned around it was in our kitchen , bathroom, and Saturday night it slid under my bedroom door. So, I bought some mouse traps and 1 rat trap just in case. We put it in the kitchen and less than an hour later we were all getting ready for bed and we heard the trap go off and the twitching of a rat body. After next semester I'm seriously considering a move. Matt has been telling me that I need to take more chances, that I don't take any risks, that I don't give myself room enough to fail big and learn from it. I think that sounds good I mean I'd love to try something risky that could either be really good or terribly bad, but I don't really know what that would look like. Most of the risk that comes into my life comes from my forgetfulness or because I've ignored something I should have dealt with. Oh well, I'm growing - baby steps right? Baby steps.