A Tribute.

During finals week, I almost quite literally lived in the library.  I was at the library by at least 11 every morning and stayed until it closed at 2.  Obviously, I had lunch breaks, DrawSomething breaks, dinner breaks, napping breaks and exam-taking breaks, but I was basically in the library all day, every day.  So when I came home with Jessie on Wednesday night/Thursday morning to find my door locked, I was really mad.  Really mad.  Sara and I taped a magnet over the doorjamb so the door couldn't lock.  With complete trust in the magnet, neither of us carried our keys anywhere.  So here I was, locked out at 2 AM, still needing to be ready for my most important exam in less than six hours.  Jessie, who carries her keys with her, got into her room and found this on her bed:

Although Jessie and I were tempted to keep fifteen mini M&M tubes to ourselves and tell Sara and Marina (who were not present) that there were only four total, we reluctantly divvied them up fairly.

 With the following note from Ashley, addressed "to: The Smerfs"

While she was in her room finding this, I was grumpily making my way down the hall to Ashley's room, where I would have to wake her up and ask her to open my room for me.  Once I found out that it was just a loving joke, I felt so bad about how bitter I was, and immediately decided that Ashley is amazing.  True story.  And this time, when I say true story... I mean it!

Ashley- you rock.  You were a great, very patient RA, we smerf you with ALL of our hearts, and we will miss you muchly next year!

there's always a first for everything. or something like that.

today, i made my first parking mistake. i set out to beat the stereotype that women can't drive- i prove all those smerfs wrong everyday, but today.... i may have gotten a little carried away. so there i was mopping the kitchen with mud. yes, mud. not really, but it might as well have been. the girls before us didn't know how to mop apparently. they must have used a charcoal-water mixture to mop the floors. anyways, that's beside the point. i just wanted to tell you another great story about our clean apartment and the great girls who lived there before us. so i was doing laundry and decided that i wanted to make an oreo cheesecake tonight, but needed oreos, so my roommie and i set off to the 711 to buy some oreos and break a 20 since the dumpy laundry machines can only break up to a 10. there we were sitting in the parking lot when my roommie points out that the guy in the car parked next to us is staring at me. i didn't look over because i was enjoying a dark chocolate truffle and any sane person knows not to disturb me when i'm eating chocolate. while staring at him, she notifies me that he is alone in the car, he's probably only 16 or 17 (too young), and he's kind of good looking. suddenly she freaked out because she made eye contact with him and he freaked out. then it happened again. things took a turn for the worse when she gave me the bowl spaghetti she was eating and told me to eat it really creepily and seductively while watching him. how could i turn down such a challenge? i proceeded to eat the spaghetti and watch him. finally he looked my way and made a very very confused face and mouthed out the word "what?" all of the sudden, i saw this CREEPER face in the back seat of his car and scared the turd out of me. creepiest creeper face ever. the boy clearly saw me freak out and started laughing as i backed out as fast as i could. he was not alone in the car. he had a creeper in his car. hide yo kids, hide yo wife, and hide yo husband cuz they smerfin everybody up in here. hilarious, but terrifying. don't drive and laugh hysterically. just a note to my future self. now that i am a true college student and too cheap to buy a parking permit, i have become a master at parallel parking. however, we were under the influence of dopamine (the chemical released when you laugh) and i got a little over confident and pulled up a little closer to the car in front of me than i should have and ..... mmmmm gave it a love tap, if you may. immediately, i pulled out and did what any responsible person would do---- parked somewhere else, and ran away as fast as i could and locked the apartment door. turns out it was a rental car and it was just a tiny gash from my license plate..so i'm in the clear. moral of the story: be as creepy as you can when you go out in public.

Titles are hard. Just imagine something really creative here.

So it turns out real life is not quite like college, guys. Apparently people go to bed at 9:00 pm here. Actually, that might must be my family. Given that the last week or two of school involved barely sleeping at all, and certainly not during the "night-time", this has been a bit of a struggle for me. Staying up late is not much fun when the only thing you have to do is sit in your bed by yourself and watch TV.

I also (sort of) miss the Cannon Center. As much as I'm loving home cooked food, and eating whenever I want, it's hard to beat a wide variety of instantly available food. My breakfast quality has severely declined since coming home.

I'm also enjoying that special form of torture they call "9 am church." Upon heading home at noon, I had the depressing thought that in Provo, I would probably still be asleep. 

But...on the bright side, I'm getting, like, a normal amount of sleep right now! It's weird. But in a good way, probably. And I'm loving spending time with my family and friends from home. Happy Spring!

No Wonder I Was Feeling "High" on Life

so here's the thing... i take my vitamin supplements everyday to make sure that I am getting all the vitamins and minerals that I need. 2 weeks ago, I was flying back to california for 5 days to pick up my car and drive it back to utah. while packing, i thought it would be a good idea to pack a little baggie full of my vitamins so I can take them with me and save space. so, i put 8 of each vitamin in this little clear baggie about the size of my palm. i thought i would play it safe and bring a few pain killers with me just in case i got a headache or anything along those lines, so i threw them in the little baggie as well. i missed a couple days, so i had plenty of vitamins left over in the little baggie, so i have just been taking them out of that until today when i finally finished them. you know, i'm a happy person and feel really great 99% of the time, but this past week, something's been different. I haven't been sore after tennis...but I wonder, why?? i mean, i should be. i usually am. so, it's morning and i'm having my oatmeal and vitamins when suddenly, i realize that i have a pain killer in my hand and not a multi-vitamin. i had forgotten that i placed multiple pain killers in the baggie. i quickly counted them and found that I only had... 3 left... and realized that I have been switching my multi-vitamin with a pain killer for the past week. oh my gosh!! how could I have done this, right? well let me show you a little picture. they look exactly the same, especially to a groggy, smerfy, blind, blonde girl in a dark kitchen in the morning.

yes. it is true. i wasn't high on life. i was legitimately high. i have been unknowingly drugging myself for a week and a half now. moral of the story, don't put your multi-vitamins in the same bag with your pain killers. things don't happen the way they should... you won't realize that you've painfully twisted your ankle in a game of tennis until after all of the pain killers wear off.