So this week has been weird. Like, what else is new, right? So, Friday I come back to my apartment in between classes to make myself lunch or whatever, and there's a note on my counter. I looked it over and it said something about being in town and getting Laura's stuff. I just had skimmed the practically illegible handwriting, So I just assumed Laura still had her key and that her and her boyfriend had rented a car and came back to pick up her stuff! like she told me she was going to. Well, after I came back a couple hours later, and expected to see Laura around, she wasn't. I retread the note and realized it was written by Laura's grandma who didn't have a key to our apartment. So, she just let herself in, instead of leaving the note on my front door. Granted, I should have probably not left my door unlocked but it still freaked me out. The next day there was knock on my door and it was Laura's grandpa, grandma, aunt and uncle. Her grandma came up and gave me a big hug and before I even told everyone to come in, they helped the,sleeves and started cleaning up her room and taking her stuff out. So I just stayed in my room until they were leaving. As they were about to go, they commented on my shopping cart and were laughing saying "who stole the shopping cart? It was Christine wasn't it (my old Korean roommate)?" I kind of scoffed and was like "uh, no, that would be Laura". They were astonished. "She pushed that thing all the way up the hill!?!?" Then her grandpa made comments like "that girl is so strange" her grandma was defending Laura but I had to leave the room to keep from laughing. So they took he shopping cart back for me and now I am completely alone, with no evidence of a roommate other than the strange aroma of her room and the red hair dye on her carpet.
So, Monday rolled around and I embarrassed myself being the fool I am. In sociology that day, a guy had come into class late, sat down right next to me (since I was in he seat nearest to the aisle) and immediately pulled out his laptop and earbuds and watched the Olympics. No notes. No attention paid anywhere elsewhere. Just on the Olympics. I was taking notes feverishly, since we had a lot of information to cover, but I kept getting distracted watching the skiers. 15 minutes before class ended, he got up and left. So, later on that night, I went to a study group that a TA has for our class to study he material for our exam this coming Friday. Pat one point, we started to talk about alignment actions (excuses, justification, aplogys, disclaimers) and one is called motive talk, where you basically say why you do something. (Ex: I go snowboarding because it's fun) we had to come up with one to share with the person next to us. So I turned to the guy next to me and said "I have a real life one from class today! I couldn't pay attention, because the guy next to me was watching the Olympics all hour so I was distracted" but then as he laughed I went in and said " and then he left early! I couldn't even figure out why he went to class in the first place!" My have a big mouth and a loud voice, so the guy 2 rows in front of me turns around and was like "hey, that was me! You were sitting next to me!" I froze. I felt my face heat up, but I tried to play it off and be like "oh my gosh, I'm talking crap about you literally behind your back!" I laughed but there is no way people didn't see the embarrassment that flushed my skin and then turned it redder than my lifeguard hoodie I had on. Moral of the story: I have a big mouth not only physically, but metaphorically as well.
Yesterday, yet another strange and terrifying thing happened. I went to class, came home after Zumba to shower and get ready for my next class. After my shower, I was walking to my room, and noticed my roommate's door was shut. I had had it wide open for the past few days, I opened it and relaized that gye beds that had once been pushed next tie another by the closet doors, we're not separated against the opposite wall. I FREAKED. I didn't know if Laura's grandma had come back to clean up or if I had gotten a new roommate or if the bank came in to clean up the stuff since she wasn't living there, I STILL don't know. So I RAN TO my room, and locked the door behind me. I was so scared luckily I wouldn't be alone that night in case it was demons that moved my bed or something.
Yesterday I had a rather fortunate turn in events, as I got a random texts from my good friend Ashlee who goes to BYUI. She was heading to Logan with a friend for something and asked if she could spend the night at my apartment. So, she did. We partied from 7 to 2 in the morning talking about how much we both hate college, about old memories, her missionary and my boyfriend and then about people we had a mutual dislike for, and then got froyo late at night at it was just awesome. It's probably one of my favorite memories from college thus far. We laughed until our cheeks hurt and until I snorted and made people give us strange looks. I needed that.
But even more exciting, Valentines day is here this weekend, but more importantly, so is Chase in about 49 hours, 8 minutes and 40 seconds. Not like I'm counting down or anything.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Sappy Sap!
(Warning: His post contains things of a cheesy, and sappy nature. Proceed with caution)
So, I feel like I need to give a little back story to this so you understand the song in its true essence. This summer, Chase and I had what I guess you could call a "fling" but I knew I was going off to college as well as he did, so I didn't expect much to come from it. But things just fell into place, even though our first kiss was HORRENDOUS ( I take the blame for that. In my defense, I was caught off guard and hadn't kissed anyone in a year and a half sooo). So anyways, the day came that I was to leave, and as Chase drive me to my house, I was looking out the window trying to hold in tears and not succeeding. I was partially excited to start my college adventure, but leaving was hard because I really liked him. REALLY. I expected things to fall apart, but they didn't. They actually improved, since separation makes you really appreciate someone and everything they have done for you. Things got better and better. I was surprised since we were 800 miles apart and people always claim that long distance doesn't work. But we were constantly proving that wrong.
My college life, however, was getting worse and worse, and he continued to be the support I needed, letting me cry in the phone to him when I needed, and complain about all the things I have complained about on this blog. He was my rock that I'd never had before, yet now have when I need it most.
Now, our relationship is finally official, and I look forward to the future, not knowing what it brings. All I know is that I'm happy and that after this semester, Utah State will be a thing of my past and I'll be home free.
So there it is. Hope you enjoy!
In just over a week, my boyfriend Chase is coming up to Logan to spend Valentine's Day with me and not even I can fathom how excited I am for this. So, in celebration of this, (since I have been waiting for an entire agonizing month for this) I wrote a song. Which, is a miracle. Honestly. I have sat down and tried with all my might to try and write songs before this, and nothing happened. Yet when I was studying, and picked up my guitar during one of my breaks, the song just flowed wonderfully and I kicked out an entire song. Though it's nothing special, I'm really proud of myself for finally being able to do this and I wanted to share it. Besides, what kind of typical white girl would I be if I didn't post a singing/guitar playing video? Perhaps what makes me less basic is that I look like a total slob and that I put the camera at an angle that makes me look even worse. But it was late at night. Also I am aware that I suck at guitar, but in my defense I just learned how to play it last semester. And don't mind all these disclaimers. I wanted to post it in the safest environment possibile for my self conscious tendencies, and I figure that they only people who read my blog are people that actually like me so I'd be safe from all the HATERS. (Tho h8rs R my motiv8rz! Lulz)
So without any further adu: Here We Go by yours truly!
So, I feel like I need to give a little back story to this so you understand the song in its true essence. This summer, Chase and I had what I guess you could call a "fling" but I knew I was going off to college as well as he did, so I didn't expect much to come from it. But things just fell into place, even though our first kiss was HORRENDOUS ( I take the blame for that. In my defense, I was caught off guard and hadn't kissed anyone in a year and a half sooo). So anyways, the day came that I was to leave, and as Chase drive me to my house, I was looking out the window trying to hold in tears and not succeeding. I was partially excited to start my college adventure, but leaving was hard because I really liked him. REALLY. I expected things to fall apart, but they didn't. They actually improved, since separation makes you really appreciate someone and everything they have done for you. Things got better and better. I was surprised since we were 800 miles apart and people always claim that long distance doesn't work. But we were constantly proving that wrong.
My college life, however, was getting worse and worse, and he continued to be the support I needed, letting me cry in the phone to him when I needed, and complain about all the things I have complained about on this blog. He was my rock that I'd never had before, yet now have when I need it most.
Now, our relationship is finally official, and I look forward to the future, not knowing what it brings. All I know is that I'm happy and that after this semester, Utah State will be a thing of my past and I'll be home free.
So there it is. Hope you enjoy!
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
ALLL BYYYY MYYYYYSEEELLLFFFF
First of all, if you didn't sing that title, shame on you. Stop reading right now and go and think about what you've done.
Sooo updates!
I have been living alone for 2 weeks exactly right now...I was apprehensive at first, a little scared, (the first night even the tiniest of noises were so spooky to me) but now, I absolutely love it. Everything is cleaner, quieter, and just all around better. No one to bug me with the noise of watching "I Love Lucy" in the front room, no scratching my DVDs, dirtying my grill, NOTHING. And I don't have to wear pants. Do you understand me? I DO NOT EVER have to wear pants if I don't want to. WHAT COLLEGE AGE PERSON HAS THIS FREEDOM? Very few, folks, very few. I am taking advantage of it. It's too much information, but there's just something liberating about being able to walk from room to room STARK naked. It's too wonderful for words. The only downfall of it all is I don't feel the need to keep things clean for other people, so I leave my things all over the house. Backpack on the couch, iPod on the table, shoes in the front room, clothes on the bathroom floor. It never gets too bad, but no one comes over anyways so even if it did, it still wouldn't be a problem.
P.s. Yes, the shopping cart is still sitting there in my front room as a decoration piece.
I still also struggle with my bus rides. ALL I WANTED was to go to walgreens to pick up photo prints, um, I ended up in Idaho. Okay, not really, but almost. The walgreens is maybe 2 mikes or so from where I live, but I took the wrong bus (amateur mistake) and went so far up north that is took me OVER AN HOUR to get back to the transit center from where I walked to walgreens. It was bitter cold, too, as always.
Also, today, I needed DESPERATELY to get food. My class was cancelled so I took a 9:00 bus trip to the grocery store and bought $80 worth of food. I crammed my backpack to the very top but my bags were still uncomfortably heavy. I left the store and realized it was snow storming outside. Luckily the bus was outside waiting for me so I hoped on instantly. But, I had never been in the bus this early in the morning. And it got PACKED. I'm talking standing room only type stuff. So I crammed my groceries under my seat to be courteous to others, but as I got up, my bag got caught and ripped a huge gash in my bag. I got off the bus and maneuvered the bag in such a way that the contents wouldn't fall out. So here I am, walking a fourth mile to my apartment in the snow, while it's currently snowing, trying to avoid slipping on ice and keep my food inside the ripped bags which are HEAVY, with sore arms from my work out the day prior. Not a good way to start my day. But then I made healthy muffins that were tasty so it brought my day back up.
So, my exercise classes that are just as interesting as my life gets nowadays. And I haven't talked about them yet. Sooooo here we go!
Monday and Wednesday I signed up for kickboxing, but got BOXERCISE. Our teacher is this short guy (I'm talking 5'3") with gray hair and crazy eye brows who looks Asian but I guess isn't, and told us today that he used to be able to do wall splits. So there's that. Anyways, it's basically, boxing and karate mixed together,and instead of the aerobic exercise class I planned for, it's basically combat lessons. The first day we even pulled out the boxing gloves. A lot of girls dropped since it obviously wasn't the aerobic kick boxing class we were all expecting, but it decided to stick it out. I mean, I get to punch people and learn roundhouse kicks so I'm not complaining. Even though I look so stupid doing all of it. It's so funny because our teacher is always saying "so if you get in a street fight..." No. We are in Logan, Utah. The only fight you're going to get into is fight the ice while scraping it off your windshield. But even funnier is people watching in that class. It is FULL of odd balls that take it soooo seriously. I just laugh at them. Openly.
My other exercise class is Zumba. Oh mama. That kicks my butt. First of all, my instructor is this cute little tan girl and is THE typical white girl. Always wears PINK by Victoria Secret, leggings, and Uggs until she changes into her bright Nike's. And I have a total girl crush on her. But more in the "I want to be her" kind of way. But anyways, she is always late. It's hilarious. One time she came in and was like "class is cancelled today because I'm going to the hospital right now" her face was all puffy because she was having an allergic reaction. She found out it was to the glue from her eyelash extensions. Haha. Then a couple days later she got pulled over on her way to teach class and was just about 15 minutes late. But she teaches all us Momos to dance provocatively, so it's chill.
(See what I have to write about now my interesting roommate is gone? So lame)
Sooo updates!
I have been living alone for 2 weeks exactly right now...I was apprehensive at first, a little scared, (the first night even the tiniest of noises were so spooky to me) but now, I absolutely love it. Everything is cleaner, quieter, and just all around better. No one to bug me with the noise of watching "I Love Lucy" in the front room, no scratching my DVDs, dirtying my grill, NOTHING. And I don't have to wear pants. Do you understand me? I DO NOT EVER have to wear pants if I don't want to. WHAT COLLEGE AGE PERSON HAS THIS FREEDOM? Very few, folks, very few. I am taking advantage of it. It's too much information, but there's just something liberating about being able to walk from room to room STARK naked. It's too wonderful for words. The only downfall of it all is I don't feel the need to keep things clean for other people, so I leave my things all over the house. Backpack on the couch, iPod on the table, shoes in the front room, clothes on the bathroom floor. It never gets too bad, but no one comes over anyways so even if it did, it still wouldn't be a problem.
P.s. Yes, the shopping cart is still sitting there in my front room as a decoration piece.
I still also struggle with my bus rides. ALL I WANTED was to go to walgreens to pick up photo prints, um, I ended up in Idaho. Okay, not really, but almost. The walgreens is maybe 2 mikes or so from where I live, but I took the wrong bus (amateur mistake) and went so far up north that is took me OVER AN HOUR to get back to the transit center from where I walked to walgreens. It was bitter cold, too, as always.
Also, today, I needed DESPERATELY to get food. My class was cancelled so I took a 9:00 bus trip to the grocery store and bought $80 worth of food. I crammed my backpack to the very top but my bags were still uncomfortably heavy. I left the store and realized it was snow storming outside. Luckily the bus was outside waiting for me so I hoped on instantly. But, I had never been in the bus this early in the morning. And it got PACKED. I'm talking standing room only type stuff. So I crammed my groceries under my seat to be courteous to others, but as I got up, my bag got caught and ripped a huge gash in my bag. I got off the bus and maneuvered the bag in such a way that the contents wouldn't fall out. So here I am, walking a fourth mile to my apartment in the snow, while it's currently snowing, trying to avoid slipping on ice and keep my food inside the ripped bags which are HEAVY, with sore arms from my work out the day prior. Not a good way to start my day. But then I made healthy muffins that were tasty so it brought my day back up.
So, my exercise classes that are just as interesting as my life gets nowadays. And I haven't talked about them yet. Sooooo here we go!
Monday and Wednesday I signed up for kickboxing, but got BOXERCISE. Our teacher is this short guy (I'm talking 5'3") with gray hair and crazy eye brows who looks Asian but I guess isn't, and told us today that he used to be able to do wall splits. So there's that. Anyways, it's basically, boxing and karate mixed together,and instead of the aerobic exercise class I planned for, it's basically combat lessons. The first day we even pulled out the boxing gloves. A lot of girls dropped since it obviously wasn't the aerobic kick boxing class we were all expecting, but it decided to stick it out. I mean, I get to punch people and learn roundhouse kicks so I'm not complaining. Even though I look so stupid doing all of it. It's so funny because our teacher is always saying "so if you get in a street fight..." No. We are in Logan, Utah. The only fight you're going to get into is fight the ice while scraping it off your windshield. But even funnier is people watching in that class. It is FULL of odd balls that take it soooo seriously. I just laugh at them. Openly.
My other exercise class is Zumba. Oh mama. That kicks my butt. First of all, my instructor is this cute little tan girl and is THE typical white girl. Always wears PINK by Victoria Secret, leggings, and Uggs until she changes into her bright Nike's. And I have a total girl crush on her. But more in the "I want to be her" kind of way. But anyways, she is always late. It's hilarious. One time she came in and was like "class is cancelled today because I'm going to the hospital right now" her face was all puffy because she was having an allergic reaction. She found out it was to the glue from her eyelash extensions. Haha. Then a couple days later she got pulled over on her way to teach class and was just about 15 minutes late. But she teaches all us Momos to dance provocatively, so it's chill.
(See what I have to write about now my interesting roommate is gone? So lame)
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