My Thirtieth Post

It is summer. That means it tends to be hot, and it costs money to run the a/c. I like to leave the windows open at night to allow the cool night air to counteract the stuffiness of my apartment. Apparently, a lot of other people had the same idea. I’ve been up since about 6am, and I have been listening to the strangest symphony. Or maybe cacophony is a better word for it. See, because everyone’s windows are open, I can hear the alarm clocks going off fairly clearly from where I sit in my bedroom. 7:30 just rolled around, and I think I counted five distinct alarms going off almost simultaneously. I keep thinking about how each of those alarms represents another individual’s life, and wondering what they’re doing now to start their day.

My Twenty-ninth Post

I hate bees, wasps, yellow jackets, and any other bug-type thing that might fly in through my window with the intent to flit around all over my things, causing me to hide in the closet until it flies back outside.

I feel bad. I was mean to someone last night. I admit that I think rude things about people all of the time, but I seldom actually let the person know. Last night I did.

I work with this girl who is... frustrating. If I ask her to do something, she tends to ask a million questions (even though she's done the task a million times before) until I just give in and do it for her.

Anyway, last night, I asked her to do something pretty simple. After I explained to her several times what she needed to do, and receiving only a blank stare in return, I rolled my eyes and started to do it myself. She sat there and watched me do it (instead of, you know, helping), and once I was finished she offered an insincere apology. Now normally, I will usually completely dismiss such an apology, telling people that it's not a big deal, and it's not their fault. But what did I do instead? I rolled my eyes again and stomped off. I'm such a jerk! I can't believe I did that! And the thing is, I don't even really feel that bad because she showed absolutely no emotional reaction to my insulting behavior. If she doesn't know I was being mean, why should I feel bad about it?

*Sigh.*

This is going to be a long summer.

My Twenty-eighth Post

So. I was going to go to bed three hours ago, but somehow I got lured into the living room. My roommate C had never seen The Sixth Sense, and she didn't want to watch it alone. So we started watching it. Twenty minutes after it started, C fell asleep. But did I just go to bed? No. I stayed up and watched the whole thing. Stupid.

In other news, I've rearranged the furniture in my bedroom. I can now actually get into my closet, although it's more difficult to get to my bed. *Sigh.* Well, some sacrifices must be made.

I should go to bed now, but there is a website I want to check first. Unfortunately, it won't load. I've been trying for the last twenty minutes. Should I wait until it does? Or go to bed? Well, I should go to bed. Who wants to guess what I will actually do?

My Twenty-seventh Post

This totally reminds me of myself. Especially on the phone. I am the worst conversationalist ever. One time I literally ran away from this guy from one of my classes when I ran into him on campus. We talked for a minute or so, and them I abruptly said "Well, I've got to go" and took off! And then the rest of the day I kept remembering the "conversation" and becoming embarrassed all over again! Gah! (This is an image from PostSecret)

My Twenty-sixth Post

Today was my Grampa's 84th birthday. My mom and 4 of my siblings made the 14 hours drive up to Salt Lake this weekend, and one of my aunts was able to come as well. It was fun to hang out with my siblings, especially my little sister. I think she feels a little left out sometimes since she's the only girl left at home. My older sisters and I talk online all the time, but she's often left out of the loop since the Internet at home is a bit "iffy." I was hoping she could have stayed at my apartment at least one night while she was up here, but it didn't work out. Oh well. We had a lot of fun anyway. Yay for family.

And it may be a little off topic, but yay for not taking classes. It was the best decision ever!

My Twenty-fifth Post

Since I last blogged…

I dyed my hair red. (Sort of)

I slept backwards in my bed. (My head at the foot and my feet at the head)

I got a sunburn. (Ouch!)

I lost all of my internet bookmarks, and then got them back. (All by myself)

I've finagled an extra 8 hours of work a week. (That's a good thing)

I finished watching Scrubs Season 3. (This may be a bad thing)

I got a roommate. (For a week)

My Twenty-fourth Post

So I'm in Tucson this week. I flew home for Mother's Day/My Mom's birthday. It was a great surprise, and I'm glad I came. It's funny how easily I slip into "home-mode." I was expecting it to be kind of weird, but it's not-- at all.

Yesterday I went to church with my elder sister S, who is a Primary teacher for the 10-11 year old girls. I've decided Primary is much more fun than Sunday School and Relief Society. I'm jealous.

My nephew, N, is the most hilarious person in the world. He's not even two yet, but he's got so much personality! He has a massive collection of binkies, which he carts around the house all day. He's not completely happy unless he's got at least three of them (one for the mouth and one for each hand). I was watching him and his big sister, Little S, on Saturday while their parents were gone. Little S was hiding from me. I was about to go and check in the garage when N energetically started pointing to the back room and grunting. Such a good little tattle tale. I couldn’t be prouder.

Anyway. I may check back in when I have something interesting to say. But I make no promises.

My Twenty-third Post

I should be on my way to work right now. I'm going to be late as it is. Good thing I make time for the things that are really important-- like posting on my blog-- neh?

PS- it's possible I might be drunk... I don't know how, but I seem to be exhibiting several of the symptoms.

My Twenty-second Post

So it's been a while. I have a million things I've been meaning to blog about, but I never actually gotten around to it. This is my attempt to catch up with my life.

So the semester is officially over. The night before H went back home for the summer, we went out (with C and another kid who had a car) and had some fun. IHOP was inevitably involved, as was an impromptu stop at Pudding on the Rice, were we got free rice pudding. I never figured out exactly why it was free-- I think it was some sort of grand opening promotion-- but what do I care? It was FREE! Yay!

[Heh-- my roommate just walked in and became inexplicably excited when she saw my cute and newly purchased underwear. That's why roommates are so great. They get outwardly excited about things that I'm secretly ecstatic about.]

Then I spent a crazy day moving out of one apartment, moving into another, and working an incredibly long 8 hours. I still haven't really unpacked. Good times: yes, yes.

My mom was actually in town to help me move/to visit with her family. It was good to see my mom. I'm actually secretly flying home this Saturday for my Mom's birthday (which happens to fall on Mother's Day this year). Nobody knows I'm coming except my sister who is picking me up from the airport. I'm so excited. You have no idea. I'll be at home for 10 glorious days. Yay!

I've been working like crazy the last couple of days. Seriously. Like 14 hour days. My roommates started to think I was just a figment of their imaginations. But the hours are good, especially since I'm not going to get anything in my next paycheck since I'll be out of town for a nice chunk of the pay period. So work is good, but it is exhausting as well. Thank goodness this week is going to be slower.

So there is a pool at my new apartment complex. It's very nice. In fact, it's gorgeous. I'm in love with it. I've only used it once so far, but I have a feeling we're going to become best friends this summer. There are a couple things about it that bother me, though. The first is that it is right outside my window, so I hear everything that goes on down there. Like yesterday when it was just one of my neighbors and her boyfriend in the pool. All I could hear for about an hour was splashing and giggling. High pitched, squealy giggling. FOR AN ENTIRE HOUR. The second thing that bugs me about the pool is that it is supposed to be for tenants... but apparently the definition of "tenant" has been expanded to include anyone and everyone who has any sort of connection to the managers. Seriously, the other day there was a bunch of little kids (like 8-14 years old) just hanging out there because their parents knew the mangers. I really should just get over it, but I’ll probably just gripe about it all summer instead.

I like my new ward. Everyone is very close already, and I felt a bit like an outsider at first, but now I'm excited to get to know everyone. The other night a group of guys invited us over to watch Run Away Jury at their apartment. I went even though it was probably a bad idea-- I had to work at 4:30 the next morning. A funny thing happened when we were leaving to go to see the movie. I walked out of the door with C coming behind me. I was almost to the stairs when she suddenly screamed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something big flying above my head, so I crouched down and did what came naturally-- I panicked. When I finally got the courage to look up, there was a large black bug about the size of a child's fist, zipping around just above my head. This caused me to panic all over again and I ended up sitting on my butt on the ground helplessly looking up at IT. C dashed back to our door, and I squealed that she couldn't just abandon me outside with IT. She valiantly held the door open while I crawled back inside. We then proceeded to watch IT through a crack for the next five minutes until it casually flew around the corner. That's when we made our escape by dashing to the stairs and running all the way to our destination. In retrospect, I think it was fairly amusing. I mean, we were held captive by a harmless (albeit seemingly-menacing) bug.

The movie night was way fun, but on the way home I got really freaked out by this guy who was walking near us. He was coming up on us from behind, and he was walking really quickly. I got incredibly scared and I kept craning my neck around to keep an eye on him. It was painfully obvious that I was watching him, and after a few minutes has mumble something like "Guess I'm making you nervous, huh?" After that he picked up his pace and took off. CREEPY!!! I don't know when I've been more afraid of another human being. I kept expecting him to pull out a gun or something. I'm really paranoid now that I live off-campus.

Anyway. I have a new calling now. I'm now the ward historian. From what I can tell, that means that I need to collect pictures throughout the summer to make a ward video/slideshow at the end. Greeeeat. Just what I need. A calling that forces me to attend activities, get to know people, and take random pictures of them. I don't even know how I'm going to out everything together. The best I'll be able to do is a lame PowerPoint presentation. Maybe I'll find someone with some sort of technological background to help me. Hopefully.

So that’s my life as of now. Hopefully I’ll update a little more often in the coming months. Then I can avoid these marathon posts that no one wants to read anyway.

My Twenty-first Post

This is Squid. Squid is our cat. He lives under my roommate L's bed. He first started living with us in December. He is a playful fellow who enjoys getting into trouble. I think he is absolutely hilarious. I enjoy telling people about him. Which is why I'm putting this up on my blog. Long live Squid.