goodbye to the jbc

preface:  there is nothing that i hate more in this world than throwing up.  the hate is so intense that i would rather be bed ridden for weeks then make that wretched march from my bed to the toilet.  i always have been that way, and i am pretty positive that i will stay that way until i am in heaven, where i am sure vomit doesn't exist. 

it was a wednesday.  i had gone to my first day of the sememster that will forever live in infamy as a straight A semester.  uvu might even consider giving me my diploma early and ask me to take president holland's spot if i acheive the goals i have humbly set for myself.  everything was great.  all things go.  i returned to my beloved glenwood family for the first time in weeks.  we laughed, told stories, filled each other in on all the hot gossip, and drooled over how "indie" we had gotten over the break.  we had our christmas in january party at the classiest, BYU friendly "dry bar" on this side of the point of the mountain.  we met up with the latest edition of my newest loves, james, maybe we will discuss him further on a later date.  and dined at the fine establishment of Wendy's where i went ahead and ordered a dollar menu favorite to eat while getting to know james.  i was even in bed by my new bed time.

hours had passed and i barely blinked.  instead i laid there in silence.  no fatigue in sight.  i was burning up and completly out of no where it hit me, like that cruel school bus that took out regina george on mean girls.  before i knew it i was pleading for mercy while hugging the toilet in my student housing, 3 girl bathroom. it was the first time i had:  a) thrown up a hamburger and b) thrown up without my mama holding my hair while rubbing my back and doing an awesome job baby-ing me. and that moment right there, as my neck veins about popped open and my throat pleaded my stomach to calm the heck down, was the most grown up feeling in my entire life.  i am an adult now.  good thing, since i have 31 days left of my teenage years.

winner:  my gag reflexes.
loser:  my anti vomit marathon.  last hurl:  december 26th, 2008-lunch time, outside a window looking in on iggy's at jordan landing.  january 7th, 2011-around 4am, will never look at a junior bacon cheeseburger the same ever again.  possibly a good thing butonly time will tell.