Sunday, January 30, 2011

Still Dateless

Me: So, I have three questions for you.
Him: Shoot.
Me: The first one is to avoid potential awkwardness. Are you dating someone?
Him: Um, well, yeah, I am. Can you still ask me the other questions though?
Me: Well, it doesn't even matter anymore.
Him: Next question.
Me: Well, it was if you had plans on Friday. And then if you would come with me to this thing at the Institute I HAVE to go to. But it is really not a big deal.
Him: Aw man. I don't have school on Fridays so I go home and do some work, otherwise I would really, really like to go with you. I am all for those Institute dances.
Me: It's fine, really, it isn't a big deal.
Him: Well can I still drop by this week and hang out.
Me: Sure, that would be fun. (Trying to sound convincing.)

I have now asked 2 people. Yes, 2, and I am still dateless for this stupid dance.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Based on a True Story

The lightest touch tickled the skin on the side of my eye
I brushed it away
Just one of those annoying bangs
I thought to myself
As I continued to take notes from the bright, stimulating power point.

There it was again
But now I could see it
Time turned to slow motion
It wasn’t just my bangs
It was a spider
Hanging from a silvery thread, that was its web
Right in front of my face.

Not a single move,
The clock stopped,
All I saw was Lizzie’s face drop in realization.

And then…

I swatted
I squealed
I twisted
I turned
I fell

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

A Horrible, Annoying, Terrifying Noise

The day was actually a Saturday night, and the time was somewhere after 3 o'clock a.m. Heidi and myself were awake, not so successfully comforting our friend Becca. We aren't the best when it comes to other people crying, and trying to make them feel better. So of course we were cracking jokes left and right, and in my defense, they were really great, and pertained perfectly to the situation.
So finally we decided we needed to go to bed. We only have one bathroom in our apartment, so it takes awhile for everyone to get ready to sleep. Heidi got in there first, so like always when waiting, I was doing my scripture reading, when I heard this horrible noise. It sounded like an ugly crow falling out of a tree and dying. Then I had to remind myself that one, crows fly and probably wouldn't fall out of a tree, and two, it is winter and most birds have migrated away from the freezing place that is Logan. This noise kept going on and on, and was so weird I thought it was a person outside goofing off at three in the morning, possibly intoxicated.
I then heard my roommate Torie wake up, walk out and begin discussing the possibility of this noise with Becca. We could not get a good view from the windows, and our wee porch light could not reach the scene of the crime. Torie was positive it was a car either dying, or killing something. She wanted to walk outside and see. I felt that was unsafe, HELLO! a pyscho cat could kill her! But I did agree to her opening the front door to look, but I wouldn't let her open the screen door. So she opened it, slightly nervous, and being the mature person I am grabbed her and screamed, making her scream, making Becca, who was looking out the window, scream, and making Heidi in the bathroom scream. But anyway, we could not see what was going on.
The next morning after church we walked around the yard looking for evidence. All we found was a bad smell, and a patch of the grass covered in dirt as if something had been digging there, or Heidi was convinced a cat had killed a poor mouse or something.
Then last night Madeline came home from from dinner with her friends and exclaimed to us that a house cat of unusually large size had been sitting near our steps but ran away. Me, Heidi, and Torie immediately pulled ourselves away from our thrilling TV show and ran to window, yelling out questions to Mad.
We could not find the cat. But I will tell you this, we will find the perpetrator of that horrible noise.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Strange Days

This weather is weirding me out. Actually, everything is weirding me out today. Did you see Oprah!? A sister, wha!?
To compensate for this weirdness I finally finished my playlist of choice for January, and I decided to share it with you.
  • I Want to Hold Your Hand- The Beatles (obviously, nothing is better than the original)
  • Losing Lisa- Ben Folds
  • Seaside- The Kooks
  • Sparks Fly- Taylor Swift
  • Forget You- Gwyneth Paltrow (I do not watch Glee, but I am digging her voice)
  • The Mystery Zone- Spoon
  • I Just Wanna Run- The Downtown Fiction
  • Never Let You Fall- Ben Kweller
  • Jungle Animal- Pomplamoose & Allee Willis
  • Here Comes Your Man- Pixies
  • Home- Great Northern
  • (I Like) The Way You Love Me- Michael Jackson
  • Time of Your Life (Dirty Bit)- Black Eyed Peas
  • Animal- Def Leopard
  • Waiting for the End- Linkin Park
  • Bang Bang Bang- Christina Perri (personally I feel this is better than Jar of Hearts)
  • Tunnel Vision- We Shot the Moon
  • Up All Night- Take That
  • Centrifuge- Pomplamoose
  • Everything I Own- Bread

I hope this is pleasing to ears other than mine. Let me know what cha think! Enjoy.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

I Hate Mondays, Especially When They Are Tuesdays

Yesterday morning I was sitting on my floor talking to my roommate Torie, waiting to go to school. All I had to do was walk up a flight of stairs and cross the street to the Institute building. It doesn't even take me five minutes. So our friend Megan was coming to pick Torie up, because they have the same class and like to go together. Megan normally parks next to the Institute, so Torie talked me into riding with them, which I was ok with because I wanted to hear the update on Megan's wedding plans, the big day is coming up! So we get in the car and make our way onto the road. Megan immediately heads the wrong direction, AWAY from the Institute. Their class is in the Fine Arts Building, which is at the exact opposite side of campus from where I needed to be. They parked up in the Toaster parking lot, meaning I then had to walk about 3x further than I would have if I had just walked from my house in the first place, and I was late so I missed the opening song played by the great Erin Edwards. Next time, I'll just take the stairs.

Thursday, January 13, 2011


This beginning of the semester stress and flustered time of life brings to the surface a memory that has haunted me for a year and a half. The Fall sememster of 2009 had started and I still needed to get into a class or two. There wasn't much room in the classes I needed, and I liked to blame it on the budget cut, and the university, and the government, and Voldemort, and pretty much anyone I came in contact with. (Don't worry, thanks to Mr. Potter I never had to come face-to-face with the Dark Lord.) I really needed to meet with my Academic Advisor, which in high school is called a counselor. I asked around to see where I could find such a sought after person, and the answer I kept hearing was the third floor of the TSC, so I headed to the third floor of the TSC, hoping to find someone that could help me figure out what to do with my life.
I only knew of one way up to the third floor, and that's the path I chose. I had no idea where the room I was looking for was, so I decided to go into the first room I saw, and if it wasn't the right room they could probably tell me where I should be. Now, I was already very stressed out, and slightly nervous about trying to find this room, remember that. I walked in and yelled out, at no particular person, "Are you the counselor!?" A lady with glasses and short, spikey-ish hair stood up from her desk and said, "Well, I guess you could call me that." "Oh GOOD! Because I am just really confused and I need some help!" I practically screamed with relief. "You came to the right place," said one of the girls on the lovesac on the floor next to me. "We can make all of this more comfortable for you," said the a different girl standing up from the lovesac. I started to worry, why did I need to be comfortable? I just needed help getting into a class. Why was there a lovesac in the Academic Advisor's office, why were there so many girls in here, why were they on the lovesac together, and why were they all sporting the pixie cut?
And then it hit me. Confused-short hair-2 girls on a lovesac-comfortable-change-I am not coming out of any closet here. I poked my head out of the room to look at the plaque on the wall, "no, no, no, no, NO....not THAT kind og counselor, and academic counselor, an advisor!" I frantically explained. "Oh. Just follow that hall all the way to the end." The lady and all the girls sat back down, "Thanks....sorry." I said and I ran out of there as fast as I could.

And that was just one of my experiences with the gay-straight alliance people.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Saturday, January 8, 2011

9 Months 'Til My Birthday

So here's a story I've been saving up for awhile. Last Sunday at church a boy, who may or may not have been dating one of my friends came in, and sat down with a girl that may or may not have been said friend. This girl also may or may not have been as pretty as my friend that may or may not have dated this kid. This kid may or may not have moved to school and didn't even break up with this friend and may or may not have immediately started dating someone that may or may not have been this other girl. So I may or may not have sent my friend a text that said something like "you may or may not be 100 times prettier than that girl" (the girl that may or may not be dating that boy). But you see, I may or may not have gotten a "smart" phone for Christmas, which actually isn't that smart at all. So when I meant to send it to her cell phone (where else would she read this text) the phone may or may not have sent it to her home phone number. HOUSES CAN'T RECEIVE TEXT MESSAGES! or so we all thought.....
This text that was sent to her house may or may not have been answered by her mother, who may or may not have been slightly creeped out by this weird voice telling her that she was 100 times prettier than the other girl. So the mother may or may not have written down my number in case there was a need to investigate.
And as a result to this, I may or may not have started deleting all home phone numbers in my phone to rid of the chance of anything like this happening again.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Numbers 1 & 2

Yes, I've been bad at this blogging thing over the glorious break. But I have some high hopes for the upcoming year. I'll just quickly end this top ten music list and tell you the last two.