A Run Up on the Low Down

Ok, so here's the thing, the whole blog idea still hasn't grown to be a part of my everyday life. Sure I think about it every now and then, but really, I don't have time to update my blog with all the time I spend on facebook.

So everything that has happened in the past month I will list off for you.
-I got a boyfriend
-I broke up with my boyfriend
-I went to a family reunion in St. George
-I went scuba diving in a crater
-I went skiing with my family
-I wrote a mean poem about my evil teacher
-I made a Valentine for the boys who live under me
-I ripped my acrylic nails off my left hand, but I still have all of them on my right.
-I have gone to school twice with out wearing shoes (today is one of the days)
-I have started using Crest White Strips
-I wrote a 4 page paper about a novel I didn't read
-I slept until 11:30 yesterday
-I gave myself a tatoo from the zebra gum
-I started watching a rated R movie from the 70's until we found out it was rated R then my roommate left the room and it was a little awkward so we turned it off
-My existential crisis has only worsened since my roommate Lindy moved in
-I've signed an annual contract for my apartment...thank you, thank you, I'll be here all year
-I've played Murderer in the Dark for a rough estimate of 12
+ hours
-I've seen the Joseph Smith movie twice
-I've eaten at the Pizza Factory twice
-I've gotten a pedicure
-I chatted it up with Senator Bob Bennett
-I sang a happy birthday song to a stranger and her party
-And last but not least, I've updated my blog...twice

7=16

You all know that I failed my math class last semester and have to re-take the class, and I am sure you all are chuckling to yourselves about the title, but let me tell you my friends, 7 in all reality does equal 16. According to the people in the hot tub the other night. Mmm-hmmm because the sign clearly says "Limit: 7 People" and yes, there were 16 people miraculously crammed into it. When I got in, I literally stepped on someone's back. Apparently he was trying to hot his breath underwater... and upon entering, I used his back for a step. Now I am one for breaking rules and limits, don't get me wrong, but honestly, that many people in that small hot tub was ridiculous. I stayed for about 10 minutes and that was all the chaos I could handle for one night. It was funny though, I do have to admit, I started to laugh when I was sitting in there surrounded by people I didn't even know and I was basically sitting on their laps in the hot tub. RrRrRr

Last night however, I went to the Provo Recreational Center for my first S.C.U.B.A. class. Let me just say that it is the bomb diggity. We had to do six laps around the pool with our fins and snorkles and what not, which is not hard at all. Then, we had to tread water for ten minutes in 10 feet of water, again, it was a walk in the park for me. I usually will tread water from 20-30 minutes...Not to brag or anything, I'm just saying, swimming is my deal. I think I had my mask on way too tight though. If I touch the bridge of my nose, there is an intense pain, almost as if I had been punched. I keep waiting for a big bruise to take over my face.

Before we got in the pool, the life guard came up to us and told us how she had to jump into the pool unexpectedly and she lost one of her most precious earrings. She said she knew that chances were small for finding it and it might even be gone already, but if we could just watch for it, she would be extremely grateful. So, while we were under the water practicing clearing our masks, I saw a glint on the floor. I fluttered my flippers on over to the curious sparkle, and to my great surprise, it was the life guard's much treasured piece of jewelry. It was quite heroic. But it is the least I could do for one of America's finest...Or Provo's at least.

"Mondays are the potholes in the road of life." -Tom Wilson

Pessimistic title, I know, I just thought it was funny. I am actually having a good day.

So, I am back a lot sooner than I anticipated. This is for one reason and one reason only...I missed the shuttle back to my apartment and now I am stuck here with nothing to do except blog and mess around on facebook...Homework is an option, but really, I just got done with the class and quite frankly, I need a break after two straight hours of math. However, I am enjoying the class substantially more than I was last semester. The teacher and the tutor-man (haha that makes him sound like he farts...sorry, I'm just really immature.) are both hilarious and very helpful. I should set up an account on ratemyprofessor.com and say all the wonderful things about them.

Yesterday, I said goodbye to yet another best friend. He will be leaving to the MTC on Wednesday and to Columbia two months after. I'm so proud of him, it brings a glistening tear to my eye. And also the fact that I won't see him for two years. Aw well. He will do so wonderful, and that is enough for me.

Man! Something smells like a tootsie roll. But I see no one around me eating such thing...There is a cafe just around the corner, but I don't think they make tootsie rolls there. What. The. Crap. (!) AHA!! I have found the culprit. She is sitting next to me, but it is a tootsie pop, not a roll. But hey, I say +1 for me. haha I have the nostrils of a bloodhound. And for those who don't actually know me...My nose really does look just like that.


So I have been looking for the random moments of joy in life, trying to find the good in people. A lot I have noticed just from watching people walk down the hall way. There is quite a bit you can tell about a person by the way they walk and what they are doing. But misconceptions are possible, and more than likely going to happen. I think you need to stand next to a person and feel what they feel before you stand in front of them and feel what you think you should feel. "See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you, and once in a while, people may even take your breath away." I didn't write that, and since only 3 or 4 people read my blog, I don't think copywriting will be an issue. So just sit back and absorb its beauty.

Back to Blog-dom??

Yes, I have returned to my much neglected blog. Poor thing, it kind of reminds me of those starving African children who have AIDS and are sleeping in plastic bags and stuff. I watched a good half hour of a long info-mercial about it last night while I was tickling Wesli's back. Apparently I have magic fingers or something. I have always had the thought of massage therapy for a career in the back of my mind, but when I start to think about it again, I picture the glamorous parts like, working on a cruise ship giving attractive men shiatsus, but that only happens on t.v. I am quickly snapped back to reality and remember that I will most likely have to give massages old fat people with hair on their backs. I couldn't do it without gagging and I'm thinking that might offend. So, my husband will be the lucky winner of my magical massage fingers. Lucky guy.

Wednesday was the first day back to school for the Spring semester. I was happy to get back to school, but now I'm wishing it was summer. However, I am getting scuba certified, so maybe that will get me through the last of the winter months. I already know that my astronomy class is a trap though. It's in a planetarium so they turn out the lights, and the chairs-that are ridiculously comfy-lean all the way back. I'm waiting for my teacher to whip out the Enya and make it his mission for all of us to fall asleep. I almost made it today, but I crashed for the last 10 minutes.

As for my math class (yes, I failed math 1050 and am repeating it.) I think I have a chance of a good grade. They put me in the SLA class. That means the Service Learning Assessment. I think it should be the Special Learners Arrangement or something because that is what I and most of the people in that class are. The tutor of the study hour is hilarious and really kinda cute. Ha, I've never had a crush on a teacher before, is this the one?? nah. He tried to get us to play a prank on our teacher and we were all for it until she came in and we all backed out. I think it was because she was wearing a suit. It was kind of intimidating.

So, I'm at work right now, and there are security cameras in the pool, work out room, laundry room and such. There is this guy in the laundry room who is just sitting on the table, staring at the dryer and singing. I say props to him, for I often do the same thing, but I don't think he understands that our dryer takes FOREVER to dry stuff. Oh, he just pulled a shirt out. It looks somewhat too small for him...and now he is putting it back in the washer...? What the crap was the point of the dryer?! That was a waste of 75 cents. Sorry, I'm distracted. Slow days at work are sorta crappy. haha oh wait, now he is drumming on the shelf right next to the camera. Wow...close up on laundry man. Now he is sprawled across the table...taking a nap?? I bet he would be dying if he knew I was watching him.

Well, I think I have given my blog enough love for the day. Knowing me, it will last for about a week or so. Sorry Kayleigh, I know you want me to stay up to date with it, but I'm not like you. Love ya woman. :)

Finals are over!!! OOH-OOOH!

Oh the weather outside is frightful, and my fingers are so cold I think its rightful...actually, it's not. It hurts they're so cold. I went shopping with my roomies today and I drove us to the mall. But before we could leave we had to give Joanna [my car] some serious TLC. Poor girl was covered in about three or four inches of snow and under all that, she was completely iced over. So we had our kitchen broom, and some really crappy ice scrapers to take care of business. I think I got freezer burn on my fingers. haha

Last night, I went hot tubbing with a couple of friends and I wanted to go get some snow from outside and bring it in the hot tub, so my friend "J" or "Kevin" (not sure which one he wants to be called...) came out to get some with me. Now this snow was not the good packing snow that you love for snow ball fights, this was like the snow you see in movies that looks fake. So I couldn't exactly grab a ton, without really thinking, I swiped my hand in the snow at J/Kevin and snow went all over his face and chest. I laughed and thought I was pretty hilarious, and then he ran to tackle me. Now I don't like to fall hard in snow with just a swimming suit on, so in the process of him tackling me, I just sorta knelt down and let him wipe snow all over me. But, I still ended up with battle wounds. In fact, it looks like a raccoon chewed on my feet. It was funny though. And then after the pool, we went and played pool. J/Kevin was winning until I table scratched resulting in Kenny getting a ball back on the table after he was out, and the game ended with Kenneth being the winner. J/Kevin blames me.

So, Christmas shopping. Basically, it sucks. Like I said, I just got back from shopping and I did not enjoy it. Except for the delightful lunch Sheesee treated us too. That was nice, but I hate shopping. GRRR. But in the midst of my unhappy shopping trip, I experienced something so joyous, it brought a glistening tear to my eye. There was a show choir performing at the mall. They were in middle school it looked like...They started to perform and it made me think of the show choir I used to perform in. (I won't go into much detail, or it could ruin your whole Christmas season.) But they had some dance moves just like we used to do, but they weren't so cheerleader about it. In fact, it was quite entertaining. I walked around back and to my most glorious surprise, the two girls on the back row were trying to make each other fall down. Now when I was in the choir, my friend and I did the exact same thing. We actually ended up with bruises all up and down our arms. So to see these girls fighting made me think that there still in a chance for children these days. They won't grow up corrupted and worried about their self image. Go them.

p.s. finals are over. :)

AHHHHHHHHHHH

If I didn't seriously want a good education, finals week would seriously be enough for me to say, "forget this crap. I quit." Every single one of my classes is comprehensive. Why must teachers do this to us?

I just finished taking notes on my math notes, so I can go study the notes of my notes, and I still have to study my English notes. I've spent the whole weekend on my math class and I'm still going to fail it. grrr... and then I found out this class was designed so that 50% of the students would fail. I hate my professor. That is the first and last time I get teachers without checking them out on Rate My Professor. Stupid Turnquist. >:| Oh well, once Wednesday has come and past, I will be so relieved.

I dedicate this to my BFF.