New Major... EEEK.

Since I felt like this was something that deserved a post of its own I cut it out from the giant blob of information that is to come... seriously I need to work on this whole "blogging frequently" thing so that I don't end up posting this gargantuan mass of information... As is referenced by the title... I made a decision on a major! After much deliberation and thinking I have switched back to my ORIGINAL major, History (after changing it six times now). Thank goodness for my twins Melissa and Nicole! (Well they aren't really mine but I claim them anyway). I don't know what I would do without them. Not only do I stalk every aspect of their lives but I'm convinced that we have some cerebral connection that makes us all the same person.... After having a long phone call with Melissa (who majored in history herself) I decided that this really is the career path for me! I spent so long trying to convince myself that I wanted to get the HELL out of schools and never go back to one after I graduated from college that I was really hampering the process of picking a major for myself. It just seemed like one giant circle to go from elementary school to high school to college to graduate school and then BACK to a high school to teach and I desperately wanted to break the cycle and get into the "real" world. But after further review why would I ever want to be in the real world in a normal job (that might require a basic understanding of simple addition and subtraction, which I don't possess)? So I am happily a history major.

Changing my major.

Holy moly. If I wasn't already the most erratic blogger, coming to college sure didn't help. I always knew I wasn't one of those people to love high school, we all know them... those people that will always remember those four years of high school as "the best days of my life". Ugh. Gag me with a rusty spoon. I spent high school wishing everyday to get out of that tiny little blob of a bubble and get out into the bigger ocean of the world. I seriously have a far too romanticized and hopelessly excitable personality. I believe thats where my love of books came from... I still love books so much because if you have the least bit of imagination, or in my case a whole hell of a lot... probably too much, then you can live vicariously through the stories and the people in those books. I read murder books, I read mystery books, I read sad books, I read happy books, I read risque books. I love books. And I'm about to share an intensely embarrassing fact. As if I'm not already an intense embarrassment to myself LOL. I am a great lover of historical romances. You know, those ones where a shirtless Fabio is standing on a cliff with the wind running through his hair and quite possibly a helpless damsel clinging to his arm in some type of ballgown. I think they appeal to me not only because I'm a sucker for a good love story (and we all know that these types ALWAYS end up happily ever after) but because I secretly want my life to be as ridiculous as these books. They all have basically the same plots, always involving family feuds, or secret princesses, or misunderstood people with traumatic pasts. And sadly, I have completely convinced myself that I am destined to live this ridiculously glamourous lifestyle that includes but is not limited to: having a prince or multibillionaire fall hopelessly in love with me and demand I marry him at once, living in a palace in a foreign country, discovering that I am secretly the last of a long lost royal family, becoming insanely famous (what would my talent even be anyway?) etc, etc. I've come to the conclusion that although I LOVE college, I mean its a blast everyday of the week and I have never in my life been happier, that I really just want to live in a book... Does Auburn possibly offer "Fabulously Extravagant and Ridiculously Unlikely and Glamourous Lifestyle" as a major? This mind vomit and sudden realization came from the fact that I really am changing my major. As I sat down and tried to think of something that I could see myself waking up and loving for the rest of my life I realized that it was this ridiculous fantasy illustrated above... I guess we will see what crazy thing I decide to pursue, because apparently "Certified Daydreamer and Wanderer", while it would make me extremely happy, is not a lucrative career. Who knew?

I AM TRIBE

Well, I never thought that this day would come! I am now officially part of "the tribe". If you know my family then you know that recently my dad has been on an intense workout regimen. He joined Irontribe Fitness, which is a crossfit gym. Crossfit pretty much means that they are short workouts (the one that we did today was 9 minutes) but they throw literally EVERYTHING and ANYTHING at you. It was actually the most intense thing i've ever done! My dad does Irontribe, as well as the Paleo diet, and he has lost around 60lbs already! Yay dad! He already looks and feels so much better! I went this morning with him to the bring a friend workout... and ended up signing up for three days a week. I'm currently excited, but also secretly dreading it, because it was SO hard. It was one of those things where you think its not going to be that hard and then its harder than anything you've ever done and by the time you finish your vision is sort of fuzzy and you're cursing and swearing you'll never do it ever again. And then a few minutes go by and you start to feel a little better. And then you feel AWESOME. So then you sign up for four months... Or at least thats what I did. I really am excited because I need to start getting into a good workout regimen before I go to college and this has awesome results. I am so ready to start looking more toned! Maybe I will finally join the rest of my family and get a six pack... HAH.

Wait... Everyone doesn't want five kids???

I've recently come to the conclusion... not everyone wants five kids. What??? I truly have grown up my whole life believing that having four siblings is completely normal. Isn't it? I probably have inherited my skewed perception of family dynamics from my mother. Sherri Salvaggio Hill... what a woman! My own mother decided she wanted five kids after reading a magazine article. Yep, thats right. She always knew she wanted a big family but it wasn't until she read an article on my dad's residency professor guy (I can't remember who, someone that taught my dad) that she decided five was ideal. The article read "Dr. So and So, father of five..." and of course Sherri decided that sounded SO distinguished and that Jimmy Scott Hill needed to be Dr. Hill, father of five. And so with the determination that can only be achieved by a member of the Salvaggio clan, my mother gave birth to Harrison (1993), Savannah (1994), Olivia (1996), Hayden (1998) and Bowman (2000). Henceforth, my mother has made it her mission to get every able bodied, married female pregnant as many times as she can convince them. I've always grown up seeing my mother telling a recent mother "Oh, but you need at LEAST three more!". My personal favorite is when she pressures someone that has yet to have kids. She likes to scare them and say things like "Oh dear, you better start before its too late!". You could be in labor and my mother would be trying to convince you to have another! And I've recently realized, I am my mother's daughter. I am FLABBERGASTED when people say they want "one boy and one girl". Is that even a family? Does it count? I KNOW I want at least five kids. And people always say, "oh, you'll change your mind when you actually have one". But for those people that say that, I think THEY would change their minds if they got to live the life I have with four siblings. Experiencing that is far more than enough to make me want to overcome the difficulties of children. It has been the most wonderful and fantastic thing I have. I have a closer relationship with my siblings than most people could have with their best friends. My family is the most wonderful group of people I know. Its true. I absolutely LOVE having a large family, I wouldn't want it any other way. Sure, we argue and we don't get along. Altogether, though, having five kids has been the greatest gift my mother has ever given to me. I come home every night to a house full of laughter and joy. I always have someone to talk to. I have DOUBLE the clothes because I have a sister. I also find my way into my brothers clothes... I realize that not everyone can handle having five children to look after... but if you have it in you... I almost feel like its selfish to deny your children the best childhood they could ever experience. Not everyone wants, or will have, five kids... but that doesn't mean that me and my mother will stop pestering you ;)

Halloween Costumes

I'm just going to say it... I love slutty Halloween costumes! Not for myself of course, but it is literally the highlight of my month seeing all of the pictures of girls in their nurse costumes they probably wore when they were four. I get on facebook every year and STALK everyones pictures. Don't hate, this is my one judgmental thing I do all year, I swear! I honestly sometimes can't believe the "costumes" people come up with... You people are SCANDALOUS! What happened to keeping the gonads covered!? However, I was throughly disappointed with the conservative costumes this year! I even told the girls (they are all friends) that usually go all out Julia Roberts Pretty Woman (Initial wardrobe) how disappointed I was with them! Everyone was pretty well covered and I was given no room to gawk or laugh! Curse you, cruel world!
I was quite tickled by this Halloween costume that my friend found... Actually I was more than tickled, I laughed for an entire class period...

Auburn University

HUZZAH! Since I've last posted SO much has happened! Firstly, I was accepted to Auburn early decision! It was so exciting seeing that online and then getting the letter, along with my scholarship! At Auburn they do rooming on a first come first come basis. You had to make a confirmation deposit, then you would receive another letter that contained your Auburn username and password and with that you had to get on THE SECOND you got it to send in your housing application so you can get the good dorms! The dorm me and my roommate want is called Owen and its on the Quad... however, its also the dorm that EVERYONE else wants. I was ON TOP of things with it. I made the confirmation deposit immediately after I got my acceptance letter... and then I waited... and waited... and waited... frantically checking the mail so I could be the first to get it in! They said it would take two days to come in... IT TOOK SIX. Oh the stress! I wasn't at school the day it came in so I had a little bit of an advantage over everyone else who was still at school. It was the most complicated and confusing application in the WORLD. Then I called my roommates mother and walked her through it. At Auburn they consider you for housing according to the whoever (you or your roommate) sent in your housing application the latest, so we both had to have it in ASAP! It doesn't sound that terrible... but I was SO stressed! Poor Pops and Noni arrived in the midst of me doing all of this and I was about as pleasant as a cat being given a bath. Sorry Pops and Noni! But its done! And I do believe that we are in pretty good shape in terms of getting the dorm we want! War Eagle!


Me and My roommate Anna!

College.. OMG.

Seriously, I don't think people understand what a terrible thing it is to be a senior... and already accepted to college. Can't I go now? This last year of high school is so terrible! Vestavia has sucked me dry and I am ready to get out of its shadow! Everyone keeps talking about how much they don't "ever want to leave" and I think they must all be mentally challenged, dropped on the head as children or brainwashed. SERIOUSLY? "Senioritis" has hit me hard. Actually my English teacher (who is crazy) informed us all that it would actually be "seniorosis" not "senioritis". Thank you Ms. Palmer. Regardless, I have it! It doesn't help that my senior class is the least involved of ANY senior class that has ever passed through Vestavia. I do not exaggerate. Normally, the senior classes have a huge amount of school spirit... my senior class has become know for the acronym "JDC". Just Don't Care. Everything we do is jdc. Our grades, our peprallys, our football! At peprallies our grade BOOS is anyone else wins. Its really hilarious. We are all supposed to be saying the cheer "Way to go [insert juniors, sophomores, freshmen], way to go!" and instead a roar of boos can be heard from the senior section while the rest of the school is chanting. Hopefully, we will care enough to graduate!