The Life of a College Girl

Yesterday in the middle of a text message conversation Kelsey and I were having, I got a message the read the following…

"… sorry I have so many other friends to hang out with besides one."

Tears immediately flooded my eyes. That was probably the first time I didn’t know how to respond to someone. Was I really a nobody because I don’t hang out with a lot of people? Should I always surround myself with people, even if I don’t like them? I kept asking the Lord and asking myself a million questions trying to disprove her and sew back together my broken heart. And then the Lord spoke as I asked Him, and asked myself these questions. It was almost as clear as anything. Not audible words. But it was the Lord, as prominent as ever. And he said to me, "Haley, wouldn’t you rather have that one best friend." My tears fell. Yes I would rather have that one friend, and if Kelsey’s jealousy of Paige is a problem I feel bad for her.

I would rather have my one Paige, then hang out with fake Kelsey and all of her fake friends just because I want to feel like I know a lot of people. My life is not about that. My life isn’t about seeing how many people I can meet. I would rather be perfectly content with my one best friend, than miserable with a bunch of people I would rather not be around. Kelsey just doesn’t get it I guess…

Thank you, Lord, for Paige. Thank you, Lord, for speaking to me when I needed it. And thank You for being You. 

Please pray for me in my daily struggle with Kelsey. Pray God can soften her heart and give me the right words to say.

 

XXOO

p.s. I will be home this weekend =) 

So the living situation, as you all have read, hasn’t been so great. Kelsey and I are butting heads quite a bit on different issues in the room and with our friends. She, despite the problems however, keeps talking about the living arrangements for next year. She says things about us living together and getting a puppy and which apartment complex we want to live in. Since I am really unsure about what I want to do, I usually just nod and say, "Yeah that would be pretty fun," or something to of the like. 

The thing is, I really don’t want to live with her. For that reason, I haven’t given her a definite yes answer. I think it would be stupid to keep talking about it like it’s going to happen, when I really would prefer to not live with her ever again. I don’t like it. At all, actually.

So today, on my girl trip to Madison with Paige, Rachel, and one of Rachel’s friends, the living situations come up. Paige and I have been talking about getting an apartment together because in the short time we have known each other, we have become the absolute best of friends. Anyways, back to my story. So we are talking about it and Rachel proceeds to say, "Yeah, Kelsey said she doesn’t want to live with you next year, and she already has people to live with."

OK SOUNDS GOOD. DIDN’T KNOW I WAS THE ONE CAUSING THE PROBLEM, ESPECIALLY SINCE I GO HOME EVERY WEEKEND TO GET AWAY FROM YOU AND PRAY YOU SPEND THE NIGHT WITH YOU BOYFRIEND SO I DON’T HAVE TO SEE YOU WHEN I WAKE UP.

Stop talking about living with me if you don’t want to.

It DEFINITELY isn’t going to hurt my feelings, because Guess What?!?!?!? I DONT WANT TO LIVE WITH YOU EITHER..

CURSE WORD

CURSE WORD

CURSE WORD

 

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Can’t you just be real. Like me. I don’t talk about it, because I don’t know what I’m doing. And when I say, "I don’t know what I am doing" that means I don’t know what I am doing….

 

Thanks though, for being as fake as you freaking can. 

YOU make everything glorious. Praise you.

This week has been great so far! Good grades, better times with the roommate, and most of all, good fall weather.

My favorite time of any. FALL. This time in the year is when I find myself so amazed by God and all His glory. The perfect temperature, the beautiful orange leaves, (which by the way, God told them to do that) the breeze, the smells, the everything. Every time I walk outside I can’t help but almost stop in my tracks and just say, Thank you, God.

Thank you for making everything glorious.

 

XXOO 

Shall Pass.

I’m really sorry to bother my readers with this, but I am very upset right now.

I have written a couple of posts about sharing ect… but the roommate just to sharing to a whole new level that I am pretty sure I am not ready to deal with. Actually, I don’t think I will ever be able to deal with it unless it is with someone who is in my family or something like that.

So I come back to Milledgeville this weekend and I see a black towel with my initials sitting on the counter in the bathroom. P.S.- that’s not where I leave my towels. I hang them up, but that’s beside the point. So by now I’m talking myself out of completely freaking out and trying to calm myself down. I decided to go awhile without saying anything so that I could see if someone said anything about it.

Nothing.

For a day.

So finally, the towel is still sitting there and I’m like, "Hey, who used one of my towels?" Blank stare from Rachel and Paige. Then I hear Kelsey from the room, "Oh I did! I ran out and needed one, so I got one out of your closet."

Oh. Ok.

Number one- ASK ME!!

Number two- YOU WOULD FREAKING BLOW A GASKET IF I DID THAT!!

I was almost raging when she said it. Not a big deal, but I wasn’t even consulted. If you call me on the phone, or shoot me a text message, you will surely get a yes. But no, she just went in my closet. My closet? Really? I keep some pretty important and expensive stuff in there.

So this comes without saying, but I’m going to say it anyway. I AM LOCKING MY CLOSET FROM NOW ON. No freaking way she is going to do that crap again.

 

GRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

There really is no place like home.

At the beginning of my senior year all I wanted was to get away from this place. This place I call home. I was ready for a change, something new, new people, and a new start as my very own person. And I love it, I really do. There is just a good feeling knowing that right now I am on my own, doing my own thing, being successful, and getting to know myself as a human being. But when I drive back through Snellville and Grayson, down highway 84, Pinehurst Road, and highway 78, memories flood through my brain, and I can put myself in situations that I had growing up in these small towns and for a moment, just be there. All the feelings, smells, people, songs, and sights just linger in my mind, and sometimes I miss it, even if I did want to get out of here. Home is home. No matter what. And I am so thankful I have a place to call home, I am so thankful I have THIS place to call home. I love it more than anything, even if I was ready for something new. It’s just comfortable here.

 

So since I am home, I better see you crazies. Love you =)

 

XXOO 

Ok not really… but Kelsey is taking a nap and I really would rather not disturb her and cause a monster, so for now I am bunked in Paige and Rachel’s room and have made myself comfortable in Paige’s bed. Hope she doesn’t mind =)

This post goes with the last one about sharing…

What if I have work to do, which I do, and want to do it in my room while Kelsey is in there sleeping? I know, I know. Just work quietly. I don’t know about you, but every time I try to be quiet, I find myself being louder than I would have been if I had just worked normally. So I retreated over here. And instead of finishing my english paper rough draft that is due Thursday, I decided to vent about being temporarily homeless, and sharing my space.

My space isn’t my space anymore. It is anyone and everyone who decides they want to come in. My bed is for anyone to sit on. My computer is for anyone to play on. My drinks in the fridge are for anyone to drink on. Whew.

HELP!!!!

I love it and don’t at the same time. But the biggest part of it all is I am learning. By the end of this year, my goal is to be the best sharer EVER! 

I will be home on Thursday, by the way.

And Thank you, Paige for sharing your bed!

 

XXOO 

Only Child Syndrome.

I didn’t know I had it until I got here. Sharing? Oh, ok. I will share my hair spray with you…

and my body wash…

and my $130 straightener…

AHHHHHHHH.

These past three weeks have definitely been about learning to share, learning to live with someone else in your quarters all the time, and learning you have to be a good roommate to have a good roommate. 

So I had decided, even if Kelsey doesn’t make her bed (which I do everyday), I will be ok with that, when she doesn’t put her towel on her rack, I will simply pick it up for her and put it on there, and if she chooses not to restock the refrigerator with water when she takes the last bottle, I will kindly, without complaining, restock the fridge. These may seem like little things, but when its just been me my whole life, adding someone else’s junk in the mix throws me off.

Other than that, everything has been wonderful. I love Kelsey, Rachel, and Paige. I am so blessed to have such wonderful girls to live with for the next year or longer.

XXOO

P.S. If you don’t have Andy Stanley’s podcast on your iTunes, it is about time you get it. I listen every week, and have absolutely fallen in love with him. The man can straight preach, and by preach I am God is speaking through him EVERY time he gets up to the pulpit. I love it. 

Love you guys! 

 

 

I am living the college life… and I CANNOT believe it. Sometimes I still feel like I am at summer camp and this will all soon be over with and I will be on my way back to life in Snellville, doing the same thing, day after day, after day. The more and more I live this life on my own though, the more and more I realize, this isn’t summer camp, this is the most important, most fun, and most crucial part of my life.

 

I’m sorry, what did I just say?

Do those three words even go together? I’m not sure really, but I’m going to make them.

I have begun my journey. I’m on my way to being the best nurse, wife, and mother I can possibly be. Let’s not forget the ever important role I play as a daughter too. I’m going to do everything I can not to let my parents down. I’m going to show them that they DID do a wonderful job raising me by being a successful, dependent on God, responsible young lady. If you don’t know where I got that motivation, download Northpoint Ministies podcast and listen to Andy Stanley’s "Taking Care of Buisness" series. He is great. 

But anyways, this blog is for me to sit down to and write. Write about college, my days, my experiences, my feelings, and keep all you sweet people who love me up to date on what goes on in "The Life of a College Girl"

XOXO