Monday, March 15, 2010


I have an embarrassing story for you.

Monday night I was able to get out of my 2 hour class 1 hour early. I was able to do this because I stood up and left an hour early. I just couldn't take it anymore. Whitney came to pick me up in the car. So, naturally when I walked out the doors and saw her, I started dancing. Like the can-can and did the silly dance like with your arms moving across your chest. Basically just acting like an idiot. Well I thought there was no one behind me.... I thought wrong.

A sexy, and I mean sexy, man who was like 28 with facial hair and dark curly hair and he was like 6'3'' was like, "wow, is that dance for her?' as he said pointing to Whitney in the car. I was so embarrassed and started laughing and was like, "uh haha yeah." Then instead of him just leaving it alone he said, "Was there something good that happened that made you wanna dance?" And I said, "well yes you fine piece of artwork class let out an hour early." Okay I didn't call him a fine piece of artwork, but I thought it. And then with his perfect teeth and his gorgeous tan face just said, "well that is something to dance about."

Oh boy.

Thursday, January 28, 2010


I thought you might want to hear from a few of the characters I have in my psychology 343 class. My soft spoken teacher went around the room and made us say our names and some interesting fact about us. Psych kids (including myself) are a little weird. I wrote down what some of these kids were saying because their interesting facts were priceless.

Nate: "I really don't know I got here, because for about 8 years all I did was grow my hair out long so I looked like Sonic the hedgehog and played the guitar in my parents basement for like 3 hours a day."

Katrina: "I'm an irish dancer, but don't ask me to do a demonstration, because I have an injury." LIAR.

Sara: A girl who seems hyperactive just by the way she looks. I don't know how else to describe her. "I can speak 300 words a minute." Of course she can.

John: "Hi my name is John." Then my teachers says, "It says here that your preferred name is HE-MAN." Well, yeah if I can get away with it. I would be preferred to be called that, it is my dream to be called He-man and you asked what my preferred name was, so yeah." My teacher was very intrigued by his request and we are going to make his dream come true by calling him He-man for the rest of the semester. I like this boy.

Christie: "I can hyper-extend my arm to a 17 degree angle." She demonstrated and I almost threw up.

Jonathan: My teacher says, "under preferred name you wrote Jonathan but your records have you as Johnny." And in a crazy frustrated and loud voice he says, "I KNOW! I have ran across that problem in all of my classes. I AM SICK OF JOHNNY. It is so little boyish. I am trying to switch over to Jonathan, but I don't know how it is going to work out for me." Ummm... we are all a bit scared of him.

Dice-k: He is from Japan and has a really thick accent, but he can speak and understand everyone perfectly. And he said "My roommate says that I brush my teeth like Samuri." The whole class died laughing. My teacher asked him how, and the kid said "my speed!" Classic.

Me: I said that I only believe in 4 day weeks and that I have ditched almost every Friday of school since the 7th grade. My school district allowed as many absences as we wanted as long as we have a signed note from home stating we were ill. I was home "sick" every Friday and my teachers loved me for it.

And that my friends, is stuff that is too funny to be made up. I think I will enjoy that class. BE HAPPY!

Sunday, January 3, 2010


Well, my time in Las Vegas has swiftly ended. I am officially living in snowy Provo again. And not only am I living in Provo again, but my sister chose a completely different apartment for us to live in, so everything and everyone around us is new. Don't misunderstand me either. I said everything is new, notice how I left out the word exciting. Still, there are perks to our new apartment, for instance, I live across the street from my favorite place to eat. It is called Thai Ruby, and it is swell. I just love it. Our new roommate is from Korea. She is nice. The downside is that I can't pronounce her name or remember it, because it seems as if she says it so fast every time I ask what it is. I couldn't keep asking her what her name was, so I had to stoop and try to be all spy-like and be like "do you have a facebook? We should be friends." I hate facebook and only asked to be friends so I would be able to see her name and learn how to say it. Lame. Our apartment was what we like to call filthy when we moved in, but the perk is that our landlord was actually honest and gave us a few dollars off our next rent payment for the gross mess we walked in to. AWESOME. I'll take the thick balls of hair in the sink that look like they came from a panther and the 5 month old grease spills of vinegar and tea, as long as we get a discount on February's rent. I'm so easy to please it is crazy. Whitney and I found a new obsession with the dollar theater. Although now it costs $1.50 to get into a movie. Yes, I was outraged. Not because I can't afford the 50 extra cents, but just because of the principle of it all. I felt like Christian Bale in Newsies when they raise the price of papes because the big dogs treat the little dogs as dispensable. When I asked why it costs 50 cents more to get into a "dollar theater" they told me that it was actually a discount theater. Uh what? That is news to me! Abuse of power much!? My resolve about this injustice quickly faded away when I realized that my options were to a). leave with my $1.50 and stick it to the man or b). go back to my freezing apartment and do nothing for 2 hours. I am now $1.50 poorer. But the movie we saw was great (500 days of summer). Whitney and I also have a new found love for the D.I. It is FREE ENTERTAINMENT!!!! From the books they sell, the creepy troll dolls that are donated, luggage with broken handles, wedding dresses from the 80's, shirts that my dead granny wouldn't have even worn, and of course the classy people shopping there. I'm telling you, go to a local D.I. or Salvation Army for fun, it doesn't disappoint. And sometimes you can even find treasures there that you want to purchase. Well, that has been my week in a nutshell. Let the madness of school begin.