So, if you know me at all, you know I really love surprises. Most of the time. Being away at school has presented me with some rather strange and not really "good" ones, (like everything Laura is and does for example) but still.
Sunday morning, I went to the kitchen for breakfast and I noticed things missing. And in the bathroom Laura's side was basically empty. I figured she was just going to stay at her grandma's house or something since she has done that before. I went on with my day. Monday we had no school, so I took a mental health day and laid in bed and slept most of the day. I kept waking up to Laura being loud in her room, blasting her music and banging these around. I thought nothing of it. Seriously guys, nothing she does catches me off guard anymore. Or so I thought.
At about 4, I groggily walked into the kitchen to make myself a late lunch and Laura was cooking pasta, baking cookies and muffins. AKA carbs. AKA my form of heaven. She offered me a muffin and I took 3. I started talking with my mouth full of that goodness to her about the ward ski thing we were invited to and she was saying how she wanted to go but something came up where she couldn't spend money on that, even though it was only going to cost 12 dollars for a rental. Conversation topics changed, and I brought up how I don't know if I am coming back after this semester and how Utah just kind of sucks. And Laura's like "yeah, I won't be either...I'm actually leaving like...soon."
Me: "What? You're moving out?"
L: "Yeah, I didn't want to tell you! I kept putting it off, though. It's just, me and Arlando (black boyfriend) have been talking pretty seriously and I just wanna be home now instead of school. I wasn't going to come back after Christmas break, but I wanted to just try and finish out the semester, but I'd rather go back to my job and be with him."
(side note: I just sneezed so loud I probably shook the entire library. I laughed at myself because it was so loud and people just looked at me like I was a freak. No one blessed me. Jerks. Anyways, back to the conversation)
Me: "So...are you going to move in together? Oh my gosh this is crazy!"
L: "Yeah, that the plan. We just have to save up money first. But, I think we're gong to get married."
Me: "Laura this is so crazy! That'll be so awesome for you! But...I'm going to be alone..."
L: "That's why I was scared to tell you...but you get all this too yourself! All this food in the cabinets are yours! I'm making all this now so I can hurry and eat it all before I leave, but you can have the rest!"
Me: "Wait, when are you leaving?"
L: "Sometime this week. I still have things to pack. I'm going to take a Greyhound and then take a road trip with Arlando back here and get the rest of my stuff."
The conversation went on about her plans and how she felt bad about the good opportunity that she is skipping out of (being the out of state paid tuition waver that I have) but I stopped paying attention. I just kept thinking 'YES. I can walk around with no pants on. I don't have to do her dishes. No more shopping carts in my house. No more dreads. No more drug offers. No more getting locked out (hopefully). No more sharing my stuff. No more cookies in the living room.' I was so psyched. I had to hide my smile while we were talking behind my excitement for her doing what she wanted. I mean, I am actually legitimately happy for her, but more for me.
The more I thought about it, the more jealous I got of her. I would love more than anything to go home right now. Stop going to classes, get away from the cold, go home to be with my boyfriend and family. But, alas I can't quit. I never have been able to just not finish something halfway through. I have bought textbooks already anyways, so I didn't want that to be any more of a waste of money than we all know it already is.
Then I realized. My blog is going down the crapper. Now I have to pull from my own experiences of living alone.
Alone. I then realized how much I hate being alone. I went from 2 roommates to none within 3 weeks basically.
Good thing I have watched enough scary movies to really keep me entirely freaked out over every noise my apartment makes over the next couple months. Ahhh, great.
Pray for me.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Friday, January 17, 2014
This crap is bananas.
Oh my roommate. Words will never be able to accurately describe her. She is one of a kind. I've known this but I didn't think it would get weirder. But, alas, it always does. So this post will solely be about her and such weirdness.
She decided a week ago that she didn't want that random section of blonde in her hair, so she bleached her entire head, mini curled dreads and all, and dyed it a BRIGHT, shockingly vibrant, red. Since she has dreads and doesn't want to wash them too much, there is remnant of dye in her hair for the next few days. So she'll come back from a run and her sweat will be tinted red running down from her scalp.
One of her most recent things lately, also, is waiting outside the door while I'm showering so she can run into the bathroom to pee. Which, is fine, but it happens EVERYDAY. No matter what time of day. I think she'll be at class or something but as I get out BAM there she is. Like, I'm naked in my towel and right as I open the door, she about knocks me over running in to use the toilet.
Another thing I guess I didn't really notice last semester, was her weird issue with bananas. She is almost AFRAID to put things near bananas because she thinks they will start tasting like bananas. So there are secluded on out kitchen table, not in proximity to any other food that is in cupboards or on the counter tops. Now, I have never noticed things being stored by bananas starting to taste like them, but I figured it was reasonable. At first. But Laura takes it to the extreme. "My mom sent me some cookies, but I kept them in my room so they wouldn't taste like bananas. I want you to eat some though so I will leave them in here so they don't get all banana-y" as she places them on a chair in the front room about 20 feet from the kitchen. They were still in a box, and she literally stored them there for days. She also explained to me that her mom used to make her lunches and would have to put the banana is an entirely separate bag so that she wouldn't get the taste of banana on the rest of her lunch. and then this morning she was slicing bananas on a plate, and was like "Oh, Sh**!"
Me: "What!?!?!"
Laura: " I didn't want to use this plat for this! Now it's going to have that banana taste on it!"
In my head, I am just like, 'you've got to be kidding me' but I just took a bite of my eggs and kept to myself. Apparently this plate is tarnished forever, no matter how many times you wash it. Curse you, dang bananas.
And, for the grand finale: the events of last night. Laura had gone to the grocery store at like 6, and since we both don"t have cars, she took the bus. I really didn't think anything of it, even though it was almost 9 and she wasn't back yet. So, I'm just sitting in my room and I hear the door open and cold from outside flood the house. Laura is literally PANTING. She is always making weird noises, so although I thought it was strange, I didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary. Then she comes around the corner. still panting, covered in sweat. "Cortney, I did something bad. There's something in our living room right now that's kind of weird." I give her a weird look and instantly get up, to check it out. It was a shopping cart that she stole from Smith's. I immediately just start cracking up. I thought it was something worse, I don't even know what, but you never really do know with this girl. Apparently, she went shopping while hungry and forgot she was riding the bus, so she loaded up her shopping cart to the brim. After checkout, she realized she couldn't carry it all with her on the bus, so the only next logical thing she could do was to take the shopping cart home.
Now, Smith's is not too far from campus, maybe a mile or two, but campus is at the top of a relatively steep hill. So she chugged along up that hill, with her stolen shopping cart, and she even passed by a few cops (or so she says).
As she is unloading her cart and I'm sneaking a couple pictures, she is saying, "Cortney, I don't know why I do such weird things". I just laughed because I had more criteria for my blog.
She decided a week ago that she didn't want that random section of blonde in her hair, so she bleached her entire head, mini curled dreads and all, and dyed it a BRIGHT, shockingly vibrant, red. Since she has dreads and doesn't want to wash them too much, there is remnant of dye in her hair for the next few days. So she'll come back from a run and her sweat will be tinted red running down from her scalp.
One of her most recent things lately, also, is waiting outside the door while I'm showering so she can run into the bathroom to pee. Which, is fine, but it happens EVERYDAY. No matter what time of day. I think she'll be at class or something but as I get out BAM there she is. Like, I'm naked in my towel and right as I open the door, she about knocks me over running in to use the toilet.
Another thing I guess I didn't really notice last semester, was her weird issue with bananas. She is almost AFRAID to put things near bananas because she thinks they will start tasting like bananas. So there are secluded on out kitchen table, not in proximity to any other food that is in cupboards or on the counter tops. Now, I have never noticed things being stored by bananas starting to taste like them, but I figured it was reasonable. At first. But Laura takes it to the extreme. "My mom sent me some cookies, but I kept them in my room so they wouldn't taste like bananas. I want you to eat some though so I will leave them in here so they don't get all banana-y" as she places them on a chair in the front room about 20 feet from the kitchen. They were still in a box, and she literally stored them there for days. She also explained to me that her mom used to make her lunches and would have to put the banana is an entirely separate bag so that she wouldn't get the taste of banana on the rest of her lunch. and then this morning she was slicing bananas on a plate, and was like "Oh, Sh**!"
Me: "What!?!?!"
Laura: " I didn't want to use this plat for this! Now it's going to have that banana taste on it!"
In my head, I am just like, 'you've got to be kidding me' but I just took a bite of my eggs and kept to myself. Apparently this plate is tarnished forever, no matter how many times you wash it. Curse you, dang bananas.
And, for the grand finale: the events of last night. Laura had gone to the grocery store at like 6, and since we both don"t have cars, she took the bus. I really didn't think anything of it, even though it was almost 9 and she wasn't back yet. So, I'm just sitting in my room and I hear the door open and cold from outside flood the house. Laura is literally PANTING. She is always making weird noises, so although I thought it was strange, I didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary. Then she comes around the corner. still panting, covered in sweat. "Cortney, I did something bad. There's something in our living room right now that's kind of weird." I give her a weird look and instantly get up, to check it out. It was a shopping cart that she stole from Smith's. I immediately just start cracking up. I thought it was something worse, I don't even know what, but you never really do know with this girl. Apparently, she went shopping while hungry and forgot she was riding the bus, so she loaded up her shopping cart to the brim. After checkout, she realized she couldn't carry it all with her on the bus, so the only next logical thing she could do was to take the shopping cart home.
Yes, I am aware of how ugly my apartment is. There is nothing I can do.
Now, Smith's is not too far from campus, maybe a mile or two, but campus is at the top of a relatively steep hill. So she chugged along up that hill, with her stolen shopping cart, and she even passed by a few cops (or so she says).
As she is unloading her cart and I'm sneaking a couple pictures, she is saying, "Cortney, I don't know why I do such weird things". I just laughed because I had more criteria for my blog.
Monday, January 6, 2014
And on to the new semester.
Winter break was exactly what I needed. I won't go into detail since this blog is directed towards my strange college life rather than my averageish home life. But! It was really, exceptionally fantastic. I didn't want it to end or come back to Utah. I even cried when I had to say goodbye to Chase for another 2 months. But, it had to happen so I could have more strange experiences to write about
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.
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.
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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