the curse.

the boucher curse.
coincidentally enough,  this can also be referred to as the curse of apartment 123.
sorry, roommates. my bad?

so.
i have this curse. 
(my roommates have it too, which is convenient in a sick and twisted way. misery loves company.)

some might call it bad luck.
(most people do.)
some might say it doesnt even matter kailey, because you actually kind of live a charmed life.
fair enough.
i'll readily admit: my life. is awesome.
however.
that doesn't change the facts.
the curse. it's real.

proof?
way ahead of you.

signs & symptoms of the boucher curse. 

**the curse might not be limited to bouchers- it's just what i've affectionately begun to refer to it as through my 19 years of life: the boucher curse.

•  you forgot to put on make up? wearing gross sweats? feeling sick? need to shower? look like an ugly cow? all of the above!? every attractive boy that has ever walked the face of the planet is going to be out to see you in all your ugly cow glory. 
• oh. you look great today? feeling super confident? attractive boys? nonexistent. 
• careful. there's a good chance that your friends are using you, or heck. stealing from you. good times.
• oh. look. a cop. don't worry. there's no way you'll be pulled over; you did nothing wrong.
• wait...oh... his lights are on now....
• okay. okay. you're being pulled over.
• you're making an effort to be social! it's going to work this time, right? ha. wrong.
• you're happy, but your face just doesn't want to smile. like, ever. like, you just have this natural glare.
• this contributes to the lack of friends. something about the way you look like you might start biting random heads off. 
•  i swear this is my happy face.
• all of your stuff was packed in the blue suitcase? i'm sorry. we have no record of a blue bag.
• you are constantly surrounded by attention seekers who hate you because you don't let them use you.
• that one thing that everyone else gets away with? don't try it. you will be the one to get caught.
• 3901934190734 doctors visits before the right diagnosis.
• every boy that ever likes you will be way. too. old for you, balding, creepy, or all of the above. probably all of the above. 
• craving something? every store in the whole world probably just sold out of that.
• you'll just get gas tomorrow....*gas goes up 50 cents overnight.*
• you're automatically placed next to/in a group with the one person you can't tolerate. fo' real. pick the person you don't want to be with most out of every possible person ever. 
• sorry. bonding time.
• you really don't want to participate? wait for it. someone will make it their life's mission to force you to participate. and "you will like it, dang it!" (fat chance.) 
• your last name will never be pronounced correctly. 
• it's funny every time, apparently.
•  a personal favorite: if there's something that makes you uncomfortable, people will literally (okay, fine, not literally, but still.) re focus their entire life on trying to condition you into liking that thing. 
• you've never had to pee so badly in, your. life.?  bathroom is being used.
• or cleaned.
• or. out of toilet paper. (unfortunately, you'll probably only notice this after going.) (hint- you might want to carry around tissues with you, just in case.)

basically you are the exception.
if something is going to go wrong, it most definitely will.

but you know, i'm totally fine. i've come to embrace the curse.
because: with the curse, comes compensation to make up for the crap you deal with. seriously.
call it karma, call it luck, call it whatever you'd like. (i'll call it tender mercies.)
i was doing some deep thinking today and decided: i actually have like, the best life ever.
i have the best roommates, the best family, i got into the only college i applied to, i'm going to paris in 203 days...what else even matters?

on a completely random note- i think this post beautifully represents my life.
negative, negative, complain, complain...
but if you read the whole post, you'll see that the negatives only help to back up and strengthen the positives.
bam! kailey in a nutshell. (not a literal nutshell.)

alright. i'm tired. bedtime for kailey! maybe i should start blogging at decent times of the day.

p.s- what if i wrote a book. again? i think that would be fun.
p.s again- i really love ice skating. i'm not even that bad at it!
p.s againnn- sending cupcakes to missionaries is really exciting. sometimes you even get a free sugar cookie sample out of it. hooray!
one last p.s- i'm going to paris in 203 days. (this cannot be stated enough.) (paris!)

okay. go to bed now, little ducks.
<3