Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Let's Get Rocked (Heidi is preparing for the Def Leppard concert she will be attending tomorrow)

Text sent from my phone at 8:49 this morning:

"Note to self: when having class in the engineering building, get ready. Lots of boys major in
engineering. And you will be flooded with a wave of said boys leaving the building as you
enter. Showering is preferred."

Monday, August 29, 2011

Brendan's Death Song

So on Saturday I journeyed to Logan to move my stuff up. And also attend a meeting for IWA. It did not go as smoothly as planned, there were tears involved, but it was alright I guess. So Heidi, Mary Ann and I were driving to our advisor, Sister Neeley's house, I was trying to eat some french fries, and drink a big thing of root beer (like I said, it was a rough day). All of the sudden my nose started bleeding. Now, you should know that I get bloody noses a lot, so much that, maybe I shouldn't say this, but in high school if I really, really didn't want to be in class, I would fake a bloody nose, and no one would question it, and just let me leave. And then let Lizzie (we had about every class together) leave as well, because it also was common for me to pass out during these bloody noses. So we would just go chill in the hall for about fifteen minutes, no questions asked.

Also, I think listening Red Hot Chili Peppers on this not so great first day of school is really calming. and I'm digging the new album.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Strike 2 Logan, strike 2....and I'm not even officially there yet.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Stereo Hearts

Heidi: 60 pieces of gum. You seriously need a 60 pack of gum?
Becca: For my chewing habits this is the best for my wallet.

Becca: I feel like jail would be fun if you were there with me.

Heidi: They don't sprinkle the woodchips duh.

Becca: That bench looks like cardboard. I feel like I could construct one on my own.

Heidi: Hmmm. Maybe I didn't think that one out.

Becca: That car looks like an oreo. I bet they call it "oreo." Good bye oreo.

Heidi: Oh no, I just spilled your gum. Jessica, there might be 60 pieces of gum in your car.

Becca: STOP and run through those sprinklers.
The rest of us: NOO!

Heidi: How did the crazy person run through the woods? He went down the psycho-path. (preceeds to laugh hysterically)

Becca: Heidi and I have a close relationship, but the only thing different between her and my boyfriend is that we don't make out. Which makes it VERY different.
Heidi: Yeah, that'd be weird.

Heidi (in between laughs): Jessica, it feels so funny when you hiccup. Your stomach goes up and down. And I can feel it because you are laying on my arm. And it just feels so funny, because you are on my arm, and I can feel it...
Becca: JESSICA, go drink water, NOW.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Turning Tables

This summer I had a crush on a boy. Turns out he was a jerk. Go figure.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Last Friday Night

Tomorrow is a big day for the fake brothers of Kamille.

This one is headed to his mission. Good Luck Tan!

This one is marrying beautiful Heather, I wish you two a happily ever after!

I wish them both the best, and I can't wait to see what the future has in store for them!

Now if you excuse me, I have to go cry some mostly-happy tears...

Sunday, August 7, 2011

My Own Thoughts

So, I have this dream. Well I have lots of dreams, both dreams while I'm asleep, and dreams while I'm awake. There are two dreams I can't seem to shake, one of them is noneyobidness, and the other we are going to talk about. Maybe it will help me either move on, or move forward. So, let's precede and talk about it.

Sometimes I wish I was a writer (I'm not sure what kind of writer, there are plenty that would work in this scenario) and lived in California. Like in Hollywood (we know how I love me some celebrity gossip). I would write cool things, know cooler people (cough JB cough cough). I would even go to these nice parties on yachts. And I know exactly what dress I would wear (if you'd like to see it, send me a text and I will send it to you because I have been obsessed for months). And I would be witty, and beautiful, and entertaining, and awesome, and have tons of amazing clothes (you have to when you're part of Hollywood, obviously).

And then I realize this will probably always be a dream, because it's not really the dream I want for myself. I want to spend the next few years finishing school, traveling, finding a job I like, I dunno, maybe marrying a cute boy (gasp!). I know that sounds boring compared to yacht parties in fabulous dresses, but it is what I want, as much as I say I'm not getting married, it could happen. And I know that it will be BETTER than any yacht party with famous people with large egos.

Seriously, text me and I will show you the dress, it is awesome.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

The Heart of Life

Today I almost died.

Semi-truck. Coming into my lane. Forced over to that non-lane on the side of the road next to the cement wall. Heart pounding. Horn honking. Shaking for 15 minutes afterword.

What a productive day. I'm still alive, and my momma is almost all better! WOOHOO!

Monday, August 1, 2011


Some things I hate:
I hate when Dobby dies, I cry every time...movie or book, it doesn't matter.
I hate when all the Nutella is gone.
I hate when I miss Africa.
I hate when I realize I have very low funds.
I hate when my feet get a little smelly (it happens, get over it)
I hate when I accidentally walk into the Gay Club office.
I hate when I want french fries so badly but I'm too lazy to go get some.
I hate when my dad wakes me up in the middle of the night to tell me he's taking my mommy to the E.R.

Get better Mom!!