F to the R to the I to the D-A-Y!!!! Frie-day, Frai-day, Fruh-HI-day!!! BA BA BUH BUH DA DA DA! I find joy in Fridays. I do. And if you don't, well then, you are not normal. Kayleigh and I are headed up to Magna which I found out the other day is B.F.E. (butt freakin Egypt) and we will have a grand time finding it I am sure. We are going to make a home-made pizza (dough and all) and watch The Office. Only our most favorite show in the world. Yes, even better than ever-so-wonderful Beauty and the Beast. (Kayleigh, you need to watch that with me.) I watched The Office last night, [SPOILER ALERT!!!] and I screamed when Pam came back for Jim. I thought she was lying when she failed her class. I thought she was going to stay because of that jerk-odd who told her if she was serious about art, then she would stay in New York and I was so angry with her. But no, the girl came back. yay. :) I wanted to cry for Michael too. He misses Holly oh so much. If they wrote her out of the story, I'm going to the writers myself and doing some personal shanking. [SPOILER ALERT OVER!!!]
After The Office, Mandy, Nancy and I went down to the hot tub for our daily annual hot tubbing. There were three guys in the hot tub, none of which tried to make any conversation with Mandy or me while Nancy was goofing off in the pool. Two of the guys left after about five or six minutes and after they exited the doors, Mandy and I laughed about how awkward it was for us and the remaining guy was like, "well, did you attempt to make conversation with them?" and we looked at each other and were like, "well, no, but still..." and he continued to explain to us that perhaps they were too nervous to talk to us. The guy was a little strange. Throughout the rest of our stay in the hot tub, we proceeded to make small talk with this dude just so it wouldn't be weird like it was with the last two doorknobs. When we decided to leave, we recited the common "it was nice meeting you, yadda yadda yadda..." and he looks at me and says, "what is your name?" I told him it was Whitney and he said something to me which sounded like "Whitney, thank you for attempting conversation with me." and I smiled and said, "No, thank YOU. You are a very nice boy." I didn't really know what else to say to that comment. My roommates and I walked outside and both of them started grumbling -some of which was intense profanity haha- and Nancy was like, "That was so rude! Could he have made that more awkward?!" Confusion hit me like a brick wall! What the crap had I missed? Apparently what this guy had said to me before I left was "Whitney, thank you for dressing appropriately." Yes, I was wearing a modest tankini, but my roommates bikini's were tasteful and really as modest as you could make a bikini. What a self-righteous jerk! Geez, go back to BYU. We desperately wanted to go back and moon him. We'll show him appropriate! And then we laughed when we realized how confused I must have left him with my response to his "compliment." "No, thank you. You're a very nice boy." BAHAHA!!