Bare With Me

Okay, so as a busy college student (yeah right) I haven't found the time to blog (basically I was wasting my time doing other things). So over this past month a couple note worthy items that should be mentioned.
First up was my birthday. This was one of the best ones I've had, which it should be. I mean, you only turn 20 once a life time, and it's actually a legit change. I feel different because I'm not a lowly immature teenager anymore. Now I'm an immature 20 year old! (actually, I don't think I am even immature...which is slightly sad, because I'm not my exuberant self anymore, I'm more mellow and quiet...) Anyway, my birthday was filled with wonderful surprises and unfinished homework (of course). At work, I received a card from all my co-workers, which was about how "that day was the best, just don't pee my pants"...Yup I love them all. While at work, my neighbors came and delivered pink balloons and The best cupcake ever made. The company actually pride themselves in finding the right chemically balanced recipe or something like that. Another delivery came but this time it was flowers... From "Someone who loves you". Well as since I hope there is more than one person who loves me, I have no clue who sent them to me. (If anyone wants to tell come clean about that scandal, I'll pretend I'm like priest and seal my lips...) That night I threw myself an ice cream party for basically everyone in the ward and for my coworkers, though people couldn't believe that I'd throw myself a birthday party, I don't see why that's a problem though. We went through 2 gallons of ice cream and 2 1/2 hours of fun and laughter.

The upper one was from last year (19th), during which we were remodeling our kitchen so no homemade food(hence the match candle). Granted the picture the lower one is from today, I still think it counts for my birthday picture though.

Secondly, I would just like everyone to know that I hate dirty clothes. And living here where the small washer and crappy dryer cost more money than I want to spend, my dirty clothes slowly build up. A couple Saturdays back, I was through with that mess, I went to the bank and got 20 dollars worth of quarters. I meant serious business. After 4 hours of washing and hauling(it's cheaper to wash at Alpine Court and dry at the Wash Hut just down the road) loads up and down the street, ALL my laundry was clean.

I never knew wet clothes were so heavy...

Third item, I love it when I come home from school and this is what I see. It's a new technique of Theft Provention Camouflage that the Postal Service is trying. It still has a few kinks in the execution I think.


Finally, I learned a very deep lesson yesterday, never microwave syrup for 3 minutes...it ends in disaster. This is my plausible reasoning. This was homemade syrup that has been in the fridge for about three-four weeks, so of course it's practically fully sugarized. But if you heat it up, then all the sugar melts right? Well, I did this a week earlier and it turned out alright, but it still had some chunks of sugar on the bottom. So I thought to myself, why not put it in for longer? All it needs is a little bit more time to melt. So I added a minute...Well...after three minutes, I check on the plastic container in the microwave. It was leaning to one side, and the syrup was making this strange fizzing sound. Come to find out, the syrup was so hot that it not only melted the plastic, but all the moisture left the liquid and all that was left was sugar something. I tried to stir it, but it all stuck to the fork and I couldn't get it off. Well this is the picture of my lesson. Who knew?

Make-Up

Yesterday, I went running with K----, and it was the usual route that took us by the tennis courts and through the Fieldhouse. Turning a corner, I saw ice on the ground, and thought I should say something, but it was a big section (about 3 feet) so how could my partner miss it. Well we cross and mid-ice patch, I see her legs go one way and her arms and torso go the other way. And of course me being unsympathetic start laughing. Hard. No, I didn't ask her if she was okay(I mean I knew she wasn't, she slipped hard on ice), I didn't ask her if I could help her up, I just laughed. I'm a terrible friend. Or maybe it's more like I felt empathy for her, and in her situation I would just be lying on the cold cement laughing my head off, even if I was in terrible pain. What a pair we make, her slipping daintily on ice, and me tripping gracefully on air. I can't wait for short weather, so we can show off our beautiful black and purple legs.
Later that run, we started imagining what her leg was going to look like. See, my outlook on life is if there is a story behind the cut/bruise, then it deserves to be shown off (especially to men, to show how tough we are, that and they really appreciate the grotesqueness of it all). But by the time shorts come into season, our bruises will be gone. So why not use every resource within our grasps and use make-up!? I mean, can't you just see it, girls putting black and purple eyeshadow (nonglittery of course) on their legs and arms. And why stop there, why not use crutches and tourniquets? My dad used a dead Cottonwood branch to catch my moms attention, then I'll just use make-up bruises to catch mine(as long as I don't whine, but that will be easy since they'll be fake). Besides men like to feel like the knight in shining armour, so I'll just give them the option of being mine and opening my door.

Bungee Boy

The return of Bungee Boy (sounds like a good sequel to me...) If you recall, I earlier wrote about the cutest man I have seen come through work. Well guess what, he came back today. About thirty minutes into my shift I notice someone waiting at the information desk. Surprise surprise it was that handsome devil, just as striking as I remembered him. Today, he wanted to know when Organic Chemistry models were going to be in. I replied in about a week. He asked if he could order it to get it here faster than the expected arrival of a week. I didn't know for sure, because it is an item that we buy specially for BYU and if it's not found in our Mr. Magoriam Wonder-Emporium magical book then it's sketchy about special ordering it. So I go ask my Supervisors, and they tell me that it's pointless since the order will be in on Friday, supposedly. So I give him the option of leaving his name and number so we could contact him when they do come in. If you were wondering yes, I did get his name and number (though I question the validity of his specs, he said them in an odd way). His name is Anthony Bastian, and I don't remember his number. Sorry. And that entails the second episode with Bungee Boy. (No I will not call him by his real name.)
Oh, and I'm sure if I wasn't thinking about it, I would have started drooling while talking to him.