Crazy Socks & Writer's Block

. . . . Sometimes I wonder if the guys on my floor are from the same species as the bestby. I'm currently hiding out in my room because there is a poster of a lady in a bikini on one of the guys doors, and the door is always open, and I've told them how disgusting that is but they just ignore me when I speak of the lady poster, so I thought I'd take matters into my own hands and duct tape some clothing onto the poor objectified woman. Not the best idea ever. They weren't too happy about my ideas of modesty. I took the duct tape off for them and didn't even rip the stupid poster. Hey, when they have daughters of their own someday, they'll get it and they'll remember me and my orange duct tape. And the other reasons I say this, that I wonder if the bestby and these guys are from the same species, are to horrifying to be put on this blog. Shudders. In other news, I named my bike Susan. I jokingly call her a slut. Because every time I park her, when I come b...

Well. I made it through my first week. And two more days. Wahoo! Not going to lie they were pretty rough. Now I'm feeling a whole lot better though. Works slowing down so that makes everything better. I actually got home before the sun went down, two days in a row! And I got to see my mom and the bestby today :) Always great. I'm actually caught up on my homework which is a surprise. It's nice being able to have a fresh start in a new place. Easier to change the bad habits I've accumulated over the years. Like procrastinating homework and watching too much tv and not washing my dishes right after I eat and keeping my room clean. Yeah. Those. An update on the bug situation. An exterminator came and did a heat treatment. So basically they took everything out of the drawers and turned the heat to a hundred and left it like that for seven hours. When I came back from church, all my roommates were sitting in the hall, with our dorm room open, AC blasting, windows open, and...

Guess who just dropped her religion class? This girl! I'm taking an english class about how everything in our lives is a story. It's right after my normal english class. Hopefully not too much english on those days. But it's got to be better than dealing with that other guy. And taking a class I don't need for my degree.

Guess what? Yep, they found bed bugs in our dorm. Not in my room, but in my other roommates room. I was headed off to work yesterday when I heard a scream and freaking out. My other roommate who had watched extensive movies about bed bugs before coming, had found one. They're bigger than I thought they were. And the one she found and killed was blood red. Go google bed bugs after this, so you can see what I'm talking about. Since I had work though, I wasn't there for the rest of the day when the RA's came in and did an inspection, then the head lady, then a bug expert, and finally an exterminator. Apparently now they're doing a heat treatment and spray to our dorms. I'm at home for the weekend so when I come back I hope everything's alright and the bed bugs are gone forever. Everyone else hasn't come to the conclusion that this is an awesome story to tell. I mean come on, bed bugs the first week of college?! The children are going to love this story....

Well. I've gotten through my first three days. I didn't think I was going to make it. I don't know how I'm going to make it through the rest of the week. Working 37 hours first week of school SUCKS! Especially when your previous job experience consisted of a week at Victoria's Secret. Oh well. It's time to be a grown up. Have to prove to myself and everyone that I can be one. Everywhere I go I get more and more inspiration for writing. It's like seriously? The one time I can't write, is when I have ideas. Oh irony. I got hit on two more times. The bestby isn't happy about this. It makes me laugh. My religion professor managed to offend everyone in our class today. I'm seriously doubting he's ever taught a religion class before, because some of the things he says are like wow, you just said that? I'm going to laugh when I show up next week and everyone's dropped the class. Do you ever just see some guys sometimes and want to tw...

Hello. I just got back from an eight hour shift at the bookstore. During the busiest week of the year. I'm a little tired. But I don't want to forget anything that happened today. So here it is, fast forwarded version. Woke up at six couldn't fall back asleep Wasn't cold for once Got ready for school. Freaked out because there was a water purifier on the sink and was scared it would dry out my organs and that's why I drank three whole waterbottles in an hour because I just wasn't quenching my thirst. Ate breakfast, complete with Reese's Puffs Peed Took this picture Peed. Rode my bike to class and got there uber duber early. Peed.  Found my english class.  Freaked out that no one was there.  Finally people showed up.  Barely paid attention in English because I had to pee so bad. When asked to talk about a time I persuaded someone to do something recently, I told the class I persuaded my boyfriend to make me a sandwich be...

Here's my first homework assignment! Woo! We had to write about our experiences in writing. “You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.” Ray Bradbury. When I was little, the other kids could barely keep up with the intricate stories going through my head. That’s why they never played Barbie’s with me. And that was ok. In 1st grade I remember the first day, I was scolded for starting all my sentences with and. Apparently only published authors were allowed to do that. When I was nine, my grandma told me there were no good books coming out lately. That night I went and wrote a love story for her about two antelopes that fell in love over the rainbow. Not trying to brag or anything, but it was a pretty rousing drama full of politically correct antelope mating calls. I told my third grade teacher that I wanted to be an author when I grew up. She encouraged me to enter a writing contest. With high expectations, I entered my little antelope story and it’s sequel...

I can't figure out how to spell segway, and frankly I'm too lazy to go look it up. So please excuse my misspelling. Anyways. Remember how awhile ago I said I was going to catch a bus down to go to a certain ward on Sundays? Being the un bus savvy person that I am, I didn't realize that the bus schedules change on the weekends, particularly on Sundays. Friday I decided to check the bus schedules. Then I saw that the bus I needed didn't run on Sundays. I checked other buses. Basically, there was no way for me to get to church by bus on Sunday. So plans changed. I was going to take a bus home Saturday during the day, spend the night, go to church, then go back to school. Saturday morning. I looked at the bus schedules. I found one leaving at 11:46. That seemed like a great time. I had breakfast, attempted to do my hair, then took it out in the middle of eating my Reese's puffs because I hate not being able to just run my fingers through my hair all the time. I went u...

Well, it's here in Denver. Kind of hard not to notice it with all the signs. The Book of Mormon Musical. I have very mixed feeling about this. I know that in the grand scheme of the universe, this musical shouldn't bother me so much. But it really, really does. The Book of Mormon is something very near and dear to my heart. And I know that people make fun of the LDS church on an hourly basis. I've heard all the jokes. Not a big deal. Plus, I'm blonde. I can take a joke. But this musical really disturbs me. I listened to the songs when they were released, thinking oh, I'm gonna be one of those cool people who fights for this play. But then I really started listening to the words. And they bothered me. A lot. Saying that missionaries who are out in the field make up things on the spot, like having sex with frogs will get rid of aids, it bugged me. I don't even want to talk about some of the other songs. I heard them and felt, just not right. I was comforted by t...

My feet are not the happiest little creatures of the earth right now. They're not used to so much walking. Poor feetsies. It seems like whenever we're not walking we're eating. Guess what I had for dinner yesterday? A quesadilla and Reese's Puff cereals. Ha! Delicious. Look at my little new friend I made today after work. We're going to get along just swell.

Well, I've almost been here a full day. A full day! It doesn't feel real, it just feels like I'm staying in a hotel. It doesn't help that we use hotel keys and it smells like a hotel and it just screams hotel. That's ok though. I now have all my stuff moved in and organized. That's a big deal for me. Incase you were never had the privelege of seeing my old room. My soap is in the shower and my ramen is hidden in the closet. Is it ok to hide your ramen? I love the care package my mom sent me. So I'm sort of hiding it. Oh my goodness. I have the beginnings of a food storage! Yay! Thanks mom! I feel like I forgot everything at home. And I mean everything. My parents keep texting me and asking me if there's more things I'd like to add to the list of things I forgot. We're on list number two now. Speaking of which. The bestby got up early this morning, went to my house, then got on a bus with a heavy duffel bag, trashcan, and his man purse just to b...

Look. I'm in college. And I have crazy roommate pictures to prove it. You probably found yourself waking up this morning wondering how my day was going to be. Or in my case, you didn't sleep very much last night so you got to wonder even longer. Well, I'm happy to say that I'm still alive. That's right, I'm living in a dorm at this current moment. Luckily for me, I had to work this morning, so I didn't really have time to think about how it was my last night in my bed for awhile and my last time not clearing the time on the microwave to annoy my brother a little bit ;) Nope, I had to rush out the door to beat traffic. And hastily throw in a last few items that I'd neglected the night before. Like shoes. Those are kind of important. Work was cool. Actually, it was fun! I opened with a bunch of cool people. One girl had even been published before. We're going to talk books next time she said. The most amusing part of the day was when o...

I was lucky enough to make a bliss list on Tracie's blog,  Wedded Bliss + baby . You should definitely go check it out, and then read her blog. :) In other news, I've been packing and finishing up my library books all day, getting ready for the big move tomorrow!

Here's two sections of something I've been working on.  All the most famous love stories are about two people who aren't supposed to fall in love, but somehow come together and make it work, no matter what gets thrown at them. That, or they kill themselves. But either way, love that isn't supposed to happen is the most sought after. So what about two people that are supposed to fall in love? Does that make their love any less?      My parents signed the agreement when I was only three days old. His parents came over, took one look at me, then nodded. He was there as well, two years old. Two years old. After the paperwork was signed, the hands were shook, and the celebrations were started, they let him hold me. My parents took a picture of it. He's smiling wide at the camera, somehow adequately supporting my fragile neck. My parent's reassure me that that is quite a feat for a two year old. That picture is sitting in our living room. It stares back at me...

I keep seeing Paul Ryan on the tv, and it's been bothering me. He reminds me of someone. I finally figured it out! He looks just like Detective Lassiter from Psych! Look, in this picture they're even wearing the same tie!

Psych marathons = the best thing ever. They have the best written scripts in the history of the world. That is all for now.

Today was muchly needed. After a week I didn't know how to get through, who would have thought going swimming, not one of my favorite things in the world, would be the thing to make me feel better? Well it did the trick. When the bestby suggested we go swimming, I agreed. It sounded fun. I hadn't been all summer and I was running out of time. But then this morning was a little crazy. Things to get done. Swimsuit didn't fit. You know. All those things. Being me, that was grounds to freak out. When we got to the pool, I just wanted to go back home. But the bestby was patient with me and got me in. Then it was like everything just melted away. Within minutes I was giggling like crazy and we were all smiles. Just playing in the water, laying in the sun. Just what I needed. I'm thankful for such a patient supportive best friend. A family who loves me and rearranges things so I can have a muchly needed day. A beautiful Friday afternoon by the pool, being able to finally r...

I came home to this lovely face staring at me today. Naturally I screamed. That's just what you do when you open the door and the first thing you see is a head staring at you. Every time I walk up the stairs, I jump, forgetting that she's there. The worst time was a few minutes ago, when I walked up the dark stairs and those creepy eyes were looking at me. I named her Jude. Because I just want to sing Hey Jude to her. Hey Jude, stop creeping me out.

Yesterday was my first shift at my new job at the college bookstore. It went pretty great! I like being a cashier a whole lot more than organizing the same bin of bras the fifth time that hour. Ringing up customers text books made me excited to go get mine and start the learning. I probably won't be feeling that way in a few weeks though haha. I'm nowhere close to getting the hang of the cash register yet, but I know how to answer most questions. (You usually just send them to the book section and make the people over there deal with it.) The only time I was completely confused was when a guy came in and asked me for directions to another city. I didn't know being a gps was expected. Over all a great day. Then today happened. Today I wasn't even officially working, I had a mandatory sexual harassment and work place violence meeting. Woo! Sounds fun huh? I showed up ten minutes early, clocked in, then was told to head to the North Classrooms. I looked around and there ...

It's that time. The time I always look out for. Ya know, the PMS time. The time where the only way I can describe it is there's a gnome inside. A gnome who lives inside, and as the minutes go by, grows and grows, squishing all my organs. Making me tense. The gnome rears its ugly head and screams, making me scream in frustration that nobody knows how to walk right. The gnome is an angry fella. He enjoys it. For now he is growing. But soon, very soon, he will have to shrink again and wait silently, for another 28ish days. I'm fighting the gnome inside. He must not win.

The moment I was born, I was taught the gospel of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. When I was a month old, my dad held me in his hands and gave me a name and a blessing. I ran around the church halls saying my favorite words, uh oh. I cried every week in primary because I wanted to sit with my mom and I didn't understand why she was with the bigger kids. I remember when they made my dad my primary teacher so I would stop crying and he showed us a glove on his hand and explained how our bodies were like the gloves, but our spirits were like our hands inside, controlling the body. I remember sitting next to him proudly thinking that my dad was so smart. Nobody else ever gave the glove lesson quite like my dad did that day. When I was eight, I eagerly went to JcPenny's and picked out a green dress to wear after my baptism. I remember painting a watercolor in class that day of me and my dad in the water together, then adding the rest of my family and saying we w...

Lately, I've been noticing some changes. When I walk into a store, my eyes immediately find the sale rack. Then when they're done finding all types of goodies there, they wander over to. . . The housing department. It's been happening in every store. It's like the plates are calling to me. "You need me, you'll be happy if you eat off me." All the cutesy garbage cans, laundry baskets, clocks, EVERYTHING. I have a problem. I think I'm nesting. But not in the preggo way, in the pre dorm room way. I have less than two weeks until I move in. AYE CARAMBA! I'm scared. Nervous. Mostly just about the first few days because I'll be moving in, having to attend all these orientations, and ha, oh yeah, go work at the bookstore where it will be very, very busy. Since school's starting and all. I'm kind of having a stress meltdown you could say. Wondering if I'm taking on too much for my first semester, 14 credits, my first serious job, living o...