Happy Halloween Dude

Welcome to room 303. Behind this door you will find activities of the haunted sort.

No, not really. The only Halloweenish activity we did this weekend was make carmeled apples.

And then we ate them of course.

Yum.

The end.

What the cram. I can't get these pics to sit right. Whatev.

We are family*

It hit me the other night as I was lying in bed that I LOVE these people. I LOVE my roommates! I'm so lucky to be in a dorm with 5 people that I get along with so well. I love going back home after a long day at school, walking in the door and hearing whoever's home yell "Jeeennnnnnnaaaa!" I love that we all stick around in the evenings and do things as a group. I love how we stand up for each other. I love how I can talk to them about anything and be assured it will never pass from their lips unless I tell them that it can.

I feel bad for the people who don't get along with their roommates, because it definitely happens. That would seriously make my life miserable. My roommates are literally my new family, and like I said before...I LOVE them!

We have a quote wall. Every flippin dorm around here has a quote wall, or some other means of keeping track of funny things that slip out of people's mouths. Do you have a quote wall? Let me share with you some of the delightful things that have graced my ears of late, just for funsies (that's Michelle's term):

"I think I'm gonna be having a party in my bed."

"It'll be cheaper if I just go ahead and kiss him."

"Do you like, blink a lot? Cuz I would."

"Guys, I'm not going to give him a love fern."

"Shut up! Just kidding, don't shut up. I like you."

"Here, let me analy-size your men for you."

As you have probably inferred from the above quotes, there are lots of boy goings-on around here. He likes her but she doesn't like him, she likes him but not his roommate, who likes her. He asked her on a date, was that before or after he asked her on a date? They were just friends, but then he put his arm around her at the concert....

Don't be deterred. It's absolutely NOT drama. You know how much I hate drama. Thankfully, nobody around here is dramatic.

Okay, I've realize that my flow of thought is not flowing so smoothly so I'm going to stop now, for your sake.

Oh PS- I'm forever quoting Lord of the Rings these days. And even though that's basically the only movie I ever quote, everybody just gives me blank stares when I say "What movie is that from?" Except yesterday, Alyse was leaning over to hand me somthing and I said "Reeeaaach!" then, "what movie is that from?"

And Michelle guessed right!

They know me now.

PPS- the spacing isn't working on this thing, so sorry it's just one big mass. You can deal.

I am the Bakestress

I know I have not been posting anything for like a whole month now and it is so sad.

And it's weird. In the summer I could do a post everyday without fail. And I did absolutely nothing the whole time.

But now, I feel like I am always doing something, but I never have anything to say. It's so dumb.

So I have decided to just post something this evening (at the request/demand of GP, of course) and maybe my brain will kick in and I can revive my blog and all will be well and you can all go back to reading my words on a near daily basis and smile about life.

In fact, everyday for the next week I will do a post. Except tomorrow of course, because that is not my day.

Just so you know, I have absolutely NO plans on what I will post about so don't be expecting too much. It may/is nearly guaranteed to bore you.

Whatev.

So, the bakestress. I have been cooking like crazy these days. I never cook and I don't like to, but lately I have been on a roll.

Okay, it's not always cooking. Sometimes it's just making something.

For example:

A little while ago I made scones for my roomies and the neighboring hall residents.

The other day I made fruit dip. That was good.

Last weekend I made oatmeal cookies, and they were delicious. Oh my gosh. I made so many of them, and they were being devoured at the same rate they were coming out of the oven for four batches in a row. The Hybrid seriously ate probably 15.

I also made rolls. But I had extra dough so I made 6 giant rolls/mini loaves of bread. Oh yum.

And today I made crepes for my roomies to enjoy. They were delightful. You should have been there. You have no idea how long I was waiting to make those babies. All I needed was strawberries, but every time I went to the store, they didn't have any. Finally, Wednesday night we went to Walmart and there in the produce section sat the beloved fruit I had been waiting so long for. I almost died. I bought them immediately and spent the next 36 hours waiting for this afternoon to come so I could make my vanilla crepes. They were dang good.

On a less extravagant note, I made pancakes a few times, and put requested add ins such as pecans or chocolate chips. Also, I made scrambled eggs with ham and cheese and toast and milk, just like my mama used to make for me. Mmm mm.

Tomorrow I think I will make maltomeal for breakfast.

Happy eating to all, and to all a good night.

Ain't Nothin Wrong With THAT*

This was our last rehearsal before the REAL performance, which unfortunately you don't get to see because I don't know who's got the memory card for that one. But we did better here anyway.

1. Can you believe that I actually keep up with everyone?!

2. I practiced like, 3 times as much as everyone else, which is probably why.

3. In the real thing I wasn't nervous AT ALL.

4. I can now do a successful body roll.

5. I LOVE this song.

6. I'm actually sad it's over!! It was SO fun! And I'm so glad I did it!!

Love Bugs

Remember in the summer how it was super hot and we put tin foil on our windows?

Well, it's starting to turn winterish, so we decided to take it down.

Not a good idea. What we found behind it was not pleasant.

We already know that we are living in a bug infested place. Seriously, it's nasty. There are a bunch of dead flies stuck in all our lights and then there are the billion living ones, of course, flying all over the place.

But behind the tinfoil was something I had never before seen:

This fly was sitting toward the top of the window, as dead as can be. Do you realize how weird that is? How can they hold themselves up while they are dead? That is just creepy.

But the one at the bottom of the widow was my fav.

Look at him. Sick.

Please note his little buddy to the right. I guess it's good they didn't die alone.

Boatacious*

Yesterday, as you know, I went boating.

It was me, MIA and Washingtion, along with Brett from the mailbox boys and his other roomie we'll call Goliath (he's 6 foot 8!).

After a disappointing humanities class in which I got a sad 5 out of 10 on the quiz (who has the time or patience to read Augustine?) I hurried home and slipped into my swimsuit once again and we went to meet the boys. Goliath drove. He barely even fit into the truck and I was laughing at him the whole time.

We got to the lake and waited for Brett's parents to come back to the dock, then all proceeded to pile in. After we got out of the no-wake zone it was SO cold. I'm never boating in October again.

Ok, so wakeboarding. Brett went first, and since it was his boat he was naturally going to be good. MIA went next and since she does it all the time at home so she was basically amazing. She was jumping all over the place and getting all kinds of air. Then Goliath went and he tried to be humble by saying that "he could at least get up" but then he gets out there and tears it up. Washington went next and because she's never been before she never actually got up. But she made several valiant attempts.

And then there was one. Me. It was like, 5:3o by now and the sun was about to set. All the wetsuits had been used and thus they were all soaked. I squeezed into the one MIA wore, buckled on the gloves, and a life-jacket, and spent a good ten minutes trying to get my feet strapped into the board. Then I slid into the water and basically died of coldness. It was SOO cold!!!! I was absolutely miserable and I knew I would suck.

So, the boat starts trailing along, I yell "Ok!", Brett's mom hits the gas and I'm up! But only for like 2 seconds. But still. I was up on my first try, which is a big deal, or so I'm told. My feet had slipped out of the boots though so I had to get back on the boat and get strapped back in. I got back in the water and it all went downhill from there. I was overthinking it, mostly because there is SO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT. Keep your knees bent, lean back, don't turn the board till your up, don't let the boat pull you forward, keep your feet parallel...all while trying to look graceful.

Yeah...that didn't work out. I am basically the most ungraceful wakeboarding-attempter to float on Utah Lake. I tried about 5 more times, but I just couldn't get. I was really hoping that I would be one of those people who's just instantly amazing. Mmm. No.

So finally I gave up, but I was exhausted and my thighs were killing me. I couldn't pull myself back onto the boat, so I just grabbed the metal bar and lay splayed across the wooden platform at the back. Then Goliath picked my up like I weighed nothing and set me on the back seat so I could get my feet out of the boots.

The whole ride back to shore I spent kneeling between the front seats with a towel over my head. And when we were docking the boat, mosquitos were swarming everywhere, except fortunately they seemed to be eating everyone else more than me.

When we finally got going, I sat in the front of the truck next to Goliath. I was laughing my head off the whole way home. He's hilarious...and divinely attractive.

I guess that makes crush #5.

That girl is fast. And slippery.

Long time no blog.

Dude. Guess where I just got back from.

I'll give you a hint: It involved cowboys.

No, it was not a farm in Idaho.

Hint #2: Country music was ever present.

You got it.

I just went country swing dancing. Is that not the most collegey thing I could do?! You don't know how many young women leaders I have had who met their husbands while country swing dancing in college. Fortunately I was not there to find a mate, and neither was anyone I danced with. So we are all good in that category.

Anyway, as you all know very very well, dancing just does not come naturally to me. In ANY form. Whatsoever. They said, "Oh, it's easy, you just follow the guy. He will swing you around and you just go with it!"

I tried. They were right. There is a lot of flinging. But they were also wrong. It was not easy. And I could not just follow.

But try I did, and even though I totally suck, it was still fun. And kind of adventurous. But mostly fun. And it was even funner (yes that's a word) to watch the people dance. Wow. They were crazy.

And what the crap. Line dances should be easy right? They just repeat themselves over and over. Well all my roomies could pick up on them, but not me. No way jose. I only got one down and it was so beyond easy that a 5 year old could have picked it up. But it was still fun.

I don't get that. How can you have fun doing something you are so terrible at? I will never know. But no matter.

Here is my deep thought for the day (and at my current blogging rate, for the month):

The other day it occurred to me that I love my life. Seriously, I am having so much fun. I feel like all my life I have been waiting for the next big thing. Always looking to the future. Always waiting, waiting, waiting, you know? And now, for the first time EVER in my whole entire life, I feel like I am actually living in the moment. And I am absolutely loving it. It's almost like I am content. But not like just sit there content. I still have dreams and goals and ambitions, and I am still being productive, but I also live in the now. I really don't think I have ever done this before. It's awesome.

You know what it is? It's that I fit in. I fit in with my life.

I hope everyone has a chance to experience this because it is sweet.

I just feel like me.

Yep, life is good.

The end.

P.S. The title of this post is a direct quote from the guy who lives across the hall from us and is a for real member of the country swing dance club thing. When he said that, I about died of laughter. Slippery. Ha!

Polygadream*

The other night I dreamed that the bishop ordered everyone in my BYU ward to get married. He assigned all the girls to a husband, and since in my ward, the ratio is 2 girls for every boy, we had to be polygamists. To my utter dismay, UK and I were both assigned to Craig. Before the ceremony took place, UK squeezed into a pair of gray skinny jeans and red heels and applied a thick layer of cherry red lipstick in front of the mirror.

"Are you trying to make him like you better than me?" I asked sourly.

"You have to look good on your wedding day," she replied with a shrug.

We trudged down into this big grassy field, UK all dressed up and me in a big t-shirt and jeans, where everyone and their future spouse(s) were assembled waiting to tie the knot(s).

When everyone had arrived, the bishop asked Craig to say the opening prayer, which went something like this:

"Dear Heavenly Father,
We're grateful for this beautiful day and that we can all..."

Then he opened his eyes and threw his arms in the air and shouted,
"I'm not doing this! This is wrong and I won't stand for it!"

Then we all cheered and ran away.
Everyone was so glad, except UK.

And then I woke up,
so relieved that in real life I don't have to share my future husband with anyone.

I Believe That We Will Win

Dear GP,

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Here is a list of things I loved about the game that just finished.

1. It was USU vs. BYU, me vs. you, I vs. thee.

2. BYU was all white guys.

3. USU was all black guys.

And my personal fav. #4:

USU TOTALLY DOMINATED!!!!!!!!

That's right. Check this out.

I'm sorry, GP, but you may have chosen the wrong school.

As a final tribute to us killing the cougs I will now sing my school's stellar song:

Show me the Scottsman who doesn't love the thistle,

Show me the Englishman who doesn't love the rose,

Show me the true blooded Aggie from Utah,

Who doesn't love the spot (boom boom)

Where the sage brush GROOOOOOOWWWWWSSSS!!!!!

Boo and a ya.

I hope you had fun with the kidlets while I watched the game.

AHHH!!! I love this.

Sincerely,

Me.

It's October Yo

Guess what.

Here it is, 1:28 am.

I am up.

2 of my roomies are with me.

We are partyin hardyin yo.

I just thought you'd like to know.

In case you care what I do every single day without end.

Cuz this is it.

I'm gangsta yo.

Seriously, we just practiced fake stabbing each other for like 20 minutes. And we were using a real knife.

Now we are being cops with some sweet shades.

This is the life, I tell ya.

I don't even remember the last time I went to bed before midnight.

Ahhhh.