A Trip to the Jungle...

Well hello my dear readers/viewers/fans…

I hope you're doing just FAB and are enjoying life's "surprises" as much as I am...
I began composing many potential blogposts within the past few weeks, but they never did seem spicy enough to post. But, no worries…today is a new day. And the story/word of advice that I am about to share will be sure to make an impression on your daily life…obviously.
Moving on…
So, as a freshman in college I don't have a job, and definitely don't have a steady income to bless my bank account at the current moment. This being said, I take ANY opportunity given to me that involves the earning of some cha-ching. I was asked last week by a friend that I babysit for if I was interested in making $100 in one day. As anyone else with a brain would respond, I said YES! Little did I know what was in store for me…
I was told that I would be wearing a gorilla costume and draw attention to a jewelry store that was having a huge sale. Easy enough, right? So, I grabbed my friend Erin along with me to take a walk on the wild side (LITERALLY), and at the crack of dawn on Saturday morning, we were up and ready to tackle the day of being on the side of the road in gorilla suits. We began our shift at 10am. That is when the trouble came along. I was wearing the PINK gorilla costume (naturally), but had no idea that the February weather would transform into a scorching hot day. That dern gorilla mask had so much condensation circulating inside of it, and I could feel bacteria growing on my sensitive skin. I jumped up and down, and worked on my hot dance moves in that wondrous outfit until I began sweating and could not deal with that fur (approximately after the duration of 1 song). I think I started to transform into some form of animal because I smelled like a 5th grade boy after recess, and was sweating like a 4th quarter football superstar. 7 hours was such a long time to be an animal, and I feel so genuinely heartbroken for animals in real life that do not get to use deodorant or remove their fur when needed. 
Needless to say, I had to take this "day of rest" very literal as I iced every muscle in my body and continued to cool my body off from the shock of sweating so much and dancing my troubles (of being a gorilla) away. Last night after mine and Erin's much eventful day, our sorority had parent's cocktail. As I was just beginning to hibernate, I found myself getting dressed for a party with parents that involved dancing. Not like I could dance or anything, as I was still sweaty and drained from the duties that associated themselves with being a pink gorilla on the side of the road in an edgy part of town. Moving a little bit forward and backward, our shift ended at 5pm and we got a monetary donation of 100 for being so jungle-like as we moved our booties to the citizens on the road in ways we never have before. Taking off that gorilla suit at the end of the day was the greatest time of my life, yet I have been reminded of this humbling experience multiple times; I found a pink fur ball on my armpit today, but hey it's whatever way the ocean flows right?
I know I am rambling, and as I am literally falling asleep on the keyboard, I would like to close with this final tip by a life enthusiast, Emily Greco: 
Life lesson #6: NEVER wish you were an animal, had fur, or did not communicate with the human race. I now have such an appreciation for citizens that dress up and stand on the side of the road all day, as well as a higher respect for gorillas. I mean, they look a little bit like humans but basically suck. They don't speak, they eat bugs off their friends, and they lick their butts. I'm just saying, be appreciative that you're a human. Like humans rock and we are at the top of the food chain always. 

I hope you take this tip to heart and develop it into a daily goal and inspiration. Pray for the gorillas and gorilla-lovers of the world tonight. Bless their hearts. 

Until something else unfortunate/dramatic/beautiful happens in my life… :)
-ya girl