When my siblings and I find a camera, and we’re all together we have a tendency to make stupid faces into the camera photobooth style. The end.

An old thanksgiving picture.

This winter I worked with my older sister, my little brother, and my little sister. Every one called us “The Haywards.”

We should have had a reality show.

Happy Birthday to Meeee!

This birthday has gotten off to a pretty rocky start. I had my follow up contact eye appointment this morning, I was running late, and I sorta kinda maybe hit my sister’s car with my stepdad’s truck trying to get out of the driveway. Go ahead, you may laugh. Thankfully all I managed to do was scrape a little paint away. What’s a day in the life of Heaven without a little failboating, anyway?

This morning at 4:30 my dad showed up and delivered my present to me, which was the kindle fire I had jokingly asked for. (Not that I didn’t want it, I just don’t expect anyone to spend more that $20 on me.) Best present ever.

I’m 24 now, and I’m feeling a little weird about the idea that I’m almost 25, almost 30. Almost a really capable, functioning adult. Almost.

I guess it’s nice to know that some things don’t change, though:

When I first came back from college I never got to see my dad, because he works 2:30pm-1:00am. As a result of this I started a 2 am Pancake tradition. I was living with my mom, and the dog always barked when you would leave and return, and my mom would throw a fit if I left in the middle of the night. My dad would call me and sing the Mission Impossible theme song, and I would climb out my bedroom window, and we’d have epic daddy/daughter dates early in the morning.

We just reinstituted 2 am Pancakes the other morning. It was glorious.

A little of my life to share with you.

Real life is scary.

I pride myself on being (usually) not stupid. This isn’t to be taken as I don’t make mistakes, or that I don’t make a fool of myself. I do. I do a lot, actually. But generally, I make smart decisions, and think them through carefully.

That being said, last friday I went out to a few clubs in the city with my friends. We drank, we danced, we had a good time. We decided to leave the place we had been at, and went across the courtyard to another place just to see what it was about.

Later on, I went outside with a friend of mine while she had a smoke, and these two guys approached us. They started talking to me, and I admit to being drunk enough that I thought it was a little funny in a haha way.

And then one of the guys grabbed me by my wrist and insisted I come to some unknown place with them. I was just drunk enough that I thought it they were joking. This is absolutely not a mistake you should ever make, guys. When I tried to tell the guy that I wasn’t going anywhere with him, he and his friend tried to physically drag me away from the club I was at, and away from my friend. And I froze. These guys were larger than me, and while this normally wouldn’t scare me, in the spur of the moment I almost went with them just to get him to stop pulling on me.

 My friend grabbed me, and if she hadn’t started yelling at the top of her lungs this guy would not have let go.

This was a real eye opener, you guys. I am not what you would call pretty by any standards, and yet I was accosted, and nearly drug away by a stranger on the street in front of a hundred people.

If you are approached by a stranger do not go with them, do not get scared, and stay quiet, and never let him keep his hands on you. Had we not been implementing the buddy system I may not be here to write this to you now. Be loud, be aggressive, fight. Because no matter what they threaten to do to you then and there, imagine the possibilities of what they could do to you in private.

Take care of yourself kids, I know I’ll be taking better care of myself from now on.

My friend Gretchen saved my life the other night. That is all.

<3 Heaven

Sometimes you have to relive a little of your high school self to keep the adult in you sane

The other night I was feeling a little put out by the guy I like, and I started tweeting, since I know he doesn’t follow my twitter. It turned into #thingsivebeenthinkingnotsaying. Or, you know, word vomit of sorts.

Since I have a tendency to not act like a crazy girl when it comes to guys the idea that I did this makes me want to shoot myself. Instead I’m going to share them here, so we can all have a laugh.