Thus is Life.

Because I know you are all dying to know, I did, in fact, go running. I should have worn gloves. My hands were pretty icy by the time I got back.

I should be doing homework right now. Studying, in fact. For three tests. But I have studied so much over the last few days that I am feeling very studied-out. And I'm still not quite ready for my tests.

I just realized I was making strange faces as I typed. Thinking about my multiple tests is not pleasant.

Just moments ago I went down to our beloved laundry room and ran into an Indie-Rock band. The four guys had beards and beanies and all. Very hipster, and very loud. So I took a picture. It's not a very good one, but I felt awkward taking the previously mentioned photo and they felt awkward being watched. So I left quickly. I just found it so very... college. It must be noted that the picture below is not one of my new awkward hipster friends. It is a random picture of a random guy who lives on the Google images page. He just looks very similar to my new hipster friends.

It's funny, because my image of college from the standpoint of high school is very different than life. I thought I would be out partying every weekend, up until at least midnight every night and going on more dates than I could count. And here I am studying on a Friday night.

Let me clarify, I do go out and party during the weekend. Just not every weekend. Some weeks the homework monster eats me whole and doesn't spit me out for days at a time. It's quite unpleasant I must admit. But so worth it. I'd rather encounter the homework monster every day than work at a pizza place for the rest of my life. I'm so done with my job. The people are fun and I like the customers. I'm just completely and utterly bored. I'm ready for a job that involves some sitting and less heavy lifting. And that I don't walk away from smelling like pepperoni and fried dough (no, we don't fry the pizzas. Just everything else.)

And I just had to include this picture. I witnessed this surprise birthday party after work one day. Apparently she really likes Batman because she was raving about her Batman cake when he showed up. Whoever she is, I hope she doesn't mind having her face plastered on my blog.

Thus is life.

Life-iness

Dear friends,
 I have nothing of worth to post. But I feel the need to post and keep you all updated on my life. I went and saw a ballet this weekend. Ballet isn't my thing I've decided. Don't get me wrong, I love musicals and plays and dance performances. But I don't like the mix of story and dance in a ballet. I try too hard to look for a story and then get tired of the dancing. One or the other friends.
I saw a movie too. I pretty much crammed a whole weekend into one day. So now I am doing nothing. I'm waiting for my ipod to charge and deciding if it's too cold to go running outside. Why don't I have compression running pants? This would be less of a debate if I had some. No, instead I'm silly and only own running shorts. I would wear a sweat shirt, but it's not my arms that get cold its my legs. And I refuse to run in my sweatpants, it looks completely ridiculous and I hate the feel of all that fabric swishing around. So run or not? I'm not really sure.

Life is good

It's official. I am in the right major. I'm only in one official studio art class, figure drawing, but I love it. It's three hours long and most days I am surprised when class is over. The only clue to how long the class is, is when my back hurts from straddling the donkey easel for so long (a plank of wood with a plank in front to lean the art board on. It's like sitting on a horse. Thus the name.) I find myself analyzing peoples faces at work, placing their features and noticing what shape their face is. It's very distracting sometimes. Some people just have interesting faces! I wish it wouldn't be super weird for me to ask them if I could take a picture, just so I could draw their features.

Last weekend I was lucky enough to have my mom visit. My Melissa and Jeremy were being sealed to little Charlotte. It was really fun to visit with so much family. And eat real food. That was a huge perk too. I get tired of rice and oatmeal sometimes. It's amazing how creative I've gotten with such simple foods.

Yesterday I got to spend an hour with my good friend/ ex-roommate Kaia before she went into the Missionary Training Center. There were more of us there but this was the best picture. I figured people would play nice and not put the pictures of the silly faces we made up. Kaia will be spending the next 18 months in Germany sharing her testimony. I am so excited for her! But sad to see her go. I should be getting my own missionary call towards the end of this month. I can't wait to see where I will be going.

Watch, Love, Share, Repeat.

Mother Nature

I have decided that part of being a woman is having mood swings. It doesn't matter what my hormones are doing, my mood seems totally separate. For example. The other day I was walking home in the bitter, bitter cold (I never get used to winter. It's so cold!). I had reached the point of numbness where even my brain was numb and was repeating an endless loop of "I hate the freakin' cold. I hate the freakin' cold." I was angry it was cold. I don't know about you, but I find that strange. It's not like Mother Nature had a personal vendetta against me. She isn't sitting up in her little rainbow cloud rubbing her hands together saying "ooo, look, there's a college student. Let's see if I can drop the temperature and make it even windier so she'll be frozen stiff when she gets home. That sounds like fun!"
I think not.
I expect that if Mother Nature were real she would be much more like the friendly, bouncy woman in that old Christmas movie with Rudolph and such characters. You know the one, every one's seen those old puppet movies.

But then a few days later I was practically dancing as I walked home. Actually, I think I did dance a bit. It's not like spring suddenly appeared or I won the lottery. I was randomly jovial. I have no explanation except for hormones. I hadn't changed any part of my daily routine, I hadn't gotten more sleep or eaten healthier. It's a mystery.
I've also decided spell check is a very good thing. I'm not the strongest speller so it's a life saver. And wearing all black doesn't automatically make you look cool. Or ninja like. In any way. I actually looked at myself in a mirror while wearing my work uniform (fast food. gross.) and I was unable to control the grimace that followed. I had always been so good at not looking in the full-length mirror in the locker room. Unfortunately my eye slipped and I saw the atrocity that was my clothing. I think it goes without saying that I walked away very quickly. Very quickly.

Finish

I am on cloud nine. After a very hard semester I am having a wonderful couple of weeks. Finals are over. I don't work for three weeks. I made it into the studio art program. I had pizza and m&m's last night (if you have never tried this, it's so worth it. It's best with cheese or pepperoni pizza). And my first ever pie shake earlier this week. It was heavenly.
The other day at work was momentous. You have to understand a couple of things about the pizza store I work in. It is a small store and so we tend to get creative with storage. We keep our extra dipping sauce on top of the ovens to keep it warm. One of my co-workers put a box of sauce on top, not realizing that there was a box on the other side. The box on the other side tips off and all the cups of sauce splatter everywhere. I mean everywhere. It was on the menu sign, the ovens, my shoes, her shoes, inside her hat, on her glasses, on the warmer. Everywhere. All four of us in the store freeze in shock for a split second before we all start laughing. We continue to laugh as we clean it up. And the next day. If I'd had a camera I would have documented the moment and this would make more sense and sound less crazy. I have come to realize that with moments like that there are two choices: get mad, or laugh. We choose to laugh.
Detour! So pie shakes. Please, try one. They are worth every cent. My roommates and I went to a little place to celebrate the semester together. One of my roommates is going on an Latter-Day Saint mission next semester so we won't see her for 18 months. We are all very excited for her (she's going to Germany!) but sad to lose her. Thus the pie shakes. I have pictures, but I'm too lazy to hook up my camera to the computer and download them. I just finished finals. And I have to go pick up my laundry.
Merry Christmas!

In honor of the end (of the semester)

It's the end of the semester. You know what that means? Quotes! Unfortunately, they aren't as good this semester as they have been in the past. This is only partially my fault. I kept forgetting, but I also didn't have professors that were throwing out quotes worthy phrases on a regular basis. So most of these quotes are from my roommates. Thus it is.

“I aspire to be heartless”

“I don’t like your eyebrows."

“I’m the Krispy Kreme all the way through.”

"We have poetry. And camels."

"Jack Sparrow and Sherlock Holmes are drunk on a ship!"

"I would spent money on Pagoravich any day."
"... That sounds like a drug..."
"He plays like he's on drugs!"

"Guys, I still think we should put the snot on the wall.

"Ouch! Right in the feelings!"

"I can't hear you, the toilet is singing to me."

"We'll have sexy face practice."

"He has cute cheeks... he does!"
"Well that's really wrong."
"K----!"*

"How do you play with trees?"
"You hug them."

"Ponies fly actively through portal doors."

"It's like a double wedding, but of the funeral variety."

"Get your vulnerability off me!"

"Our relationship could be a baby!"

"Uneducated, uncivilized, uncultured swine! I'm sure they're good people though."

"I want to take my clothes off."

"I accidentally murdered K--- in the hallway. Twice."

"Today, I bought a head."

"I really don't like clothes."

"I'm a seductive beast."

"I haven't sniffed you yet."

"I don't like you."
"I don't like you either."
"I didn't like you first."
"You sing good."

"My bones were being fat."

"You guys are making me lose all my snot."

"Say no to cannibalism."

"I 'm very attached to my decapitated people."

"I'm not sure it's ethical, but I have to do it. It's like testing rats."

"Just because I kicked you in the face doesn't mean I don't love you!"


*I bleeped out names for the sake of privacy.

Good luck with finals everyone! And if you no longer take finals, count your blessings

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