After a break of pure bliss of being with my favorite people and the warmth of Arizona heat, I was forced to return to my Utah apartment. Back to the ice, small bathroom, twin bed, and my roommate. Christine was gone with the semester (my Korean roommate) and we shared the longest conversation we ever had the day before I left for the holidays. I found out then that she was actually really freaking awesome and that I could actually understand her English now. She wrote me a cute note even, in English with semi-poor grammar, with the first sentence reading "Hello, Cortney. This is Christine." That made me chuckle. Attached to this note, she gave me a baggie of Korean candies and a Korean bookmark. As I gave her a hug and thanked her, she started crying and said "If I elope in America, I want you to come to my wedding!" I said I would, but I still to this day have no idea whether or not she was kidding about any of it. I just tend to find myself in interesting social situations.
So, I got back yesterday from my 15 hour journey, to my dark apartment. I figured no one was there, even though there was pizza remnants on the counter. I figured my roommates just left a mess because, well, that's the type of people they are. The random chairs were even still there from the two times Laura had to break into our locked apartment. Did I ever write about that? On a few occasions, me and Laura had gotten locked out due to Christine locking the door ALL THE TIME. Laura and I never did, because we live in Logan, Utah, in the crappiest apartment that people are constantly surprised actually is still being rented out. There is little to no chance of someone breaking in. And what would they steal? We didn't have anything high-tech in the slightest. Maybe Laura's laptop, but even that's iffy since going in her room would be a nightmare in itself and rummaging through all her crap to find her laptop would be quite the quest. ANYWAYS, on two occasions, Laura got locked out while I was out of town, so she went downstairs into the sketchy laundry room supply closet to get a chair that could boost her up high enough to get in through her window. The second time, the supply closet was locked so she actually went upstairs into our neighbors unlocked apartment and grabbed an extra chair. After this, I stopped asking where she got things.
These pictures took place in September (hence the pre-dreads) after Laura and I had gotten back from church to find that Christine had locked us out. The only way Laura actually got in way after I gave her a boost, before I took the first picture.
So I started the microwave to make myself hot cocoa and threw in a DVD. As I'm nearing the end of my movie, my roommate, who I didn't even realize was home, came into the kitchen and my jaw about dropped. My hard work, time and gagging was wasted because she had taken out her extensions. Her dreads were still intact (kind of) but her long hair was now in little curly-fry-looking ringlets. I'm talking the straight up spiral ones from Arby's. She permed her short little dreads. Or something. Now, I thought the dreads were interesting but....I'll let this picture speak for itself. I had to hold in my laughter and my "what in the world did you do to your hair" comments. I am at a loss and trying to understand this girl. This is a problem I do not have very often. And I usually would try harder to do so, but I think part of it is more fun to sit back and watch what this girl will do next.
It's a bit dark, and it was a paparazzi shot, but you get the idea.
This is my view just outside my apartment. Notice the huge, un-melted piles of snow and the ice on the ground. 'Tis very treacherous.
My excitement level of talking "long cuts" to get to class going through each building on my way to class just to get warmth is through the roof.
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