FACT #24

The only reason that I'm so bad at updating my blog is probably because I just lead this ridiculous-at-all-times slash amazing life.

I mean, it's quite obvious.

Duh.

Strawberry.

Strawberry Days 2013.

It has come and gone, and the only thing I get to keep is the weight I gained from it.

Unless you grew up in the Pleasant Grove area, you can't possibly understand everyone in that town's love for that week in June.

Everyone, I mean EVERYONE who has lived there is obsessed with it.

One time, while I was living in California, I planned a trip out here around me being able to attend the rodeo. And I cried when my flights got all messed up.

At least we can say I'm passionate about something, right?

This year, was not disappointing. My friend Whitney and I attended and had a jolly old time watching the Wild Cow Milking competition, the little ones riding sheep, and OF COURSE most importantly,

THE STRAWBERRIES.

Thank god, Strawberry days is named after something that you can enjoy in several ways.

Poor Spanish Fork got Onion Days.

Texts #1

Things you shouldn't text someone you're trying to date, but of course, I did:

"My karaoke song is 'My Humps' by the Black Eyed Peas"

"Except it's not very accurate because I don't have lady parts and have the body of a 13 year old boy"

"Lady LUMPS! Lumps! I have lady parts, I promise."

"This just got weird."

Bum.

Because I now feel comfortable talking about it.

Let's talk about this one time I got punched by a bum.

It sounds ridiculous and as I say it now I am laughing.
 But all is true.

Last Wednesday, I, Lauren Christine, was punched in the back by a bum for no logical reason at all.

I'd like to think that maybe I was at a level of awesome he didn't like? Or that maybe he didn't like my outfit and shoe combo that day?  I really don't know why.

All jokes aside, it was really scary. I don't think I've ever had anything like that happen to me ever. This man was seriously crazy, starting screaming at us and aggressive. I'm still in shock how odd it was.  I'm really glad that no one was seriously hurt because I know things could have been a lot worse if they wanted to be.
Either way, I did what I know best, cry.
I just kept crying. As dramatically as I possibly could, with thee worst crying face possible.

Cried right after.
Cried to the two men asking if we were okay.
Cried as we walked back.
Cried in a work meeting (yes)

Luckily, I have great friends who also accept my ugly crying face.

The next day I was greeted with pink Mace and "I'm sorry you got hit by a bum" flowers.

Later in the week when my mom asked me how I was doing, I told her that I thought I was doing better, but that I probably have Hepatitis. And that I was going to see if it went away before I decided to go to the doctor's.

She didn't think it was funny.