Confessions #4

** There is a freakishly skinny man that goes to my gym who works out in a tank top and...boxer shorts, and thats it. Think "Richard Simmons" but underwear. And it always seems to be the same pair of boxers. How do I know they are boxers? Well, biker shorts don't have fly's. Totally gross. Whenever I see him there, I sort of follow him to avoid using ANY of the machines he may have sat on or brushed up against. It just freaks me out more than I can describe.

**I DO NOT like Jane Austen. I realize as a lit major I could basically be murdered for saying as much. But in the past six weeks, I have spent indecent amount of time reading all her novels, studying them, being lectured to about them, and writing about them. I feel like I just read the same book six times. I will totally give her credit in saying that she is a good writer, and an important one, I just have come to find her work "disagreeable," as she would put it. (Sarah, I know she hails from your neck of the woods, so very to sorry to express my passionate dislike, I still love your British views though!)

**I am scared of the dark.

**This semester, I feel like the dumbest girl in school...basically just concerning one class, but I am beginning to develop a complex. I used to be the girl who never shut up, but I don't even know how to contribute.

**I'm a mess in the kitchen. B was in Wyoming this weekend, as were my parents. I decided to welcome him home with some fresh baked brownies, only to make the batter and spill an entire glass of water into the batter...Apparently while B was talking to my mom while he was gone, she told him I'd never really been a "kitchen kind of girl" and was happier to run through the grass and flowers in my dresses. I gotta say, at 25, I think I still prefer the latter.

**I still have an obsession with Coke slurpees. They aren't even that good, but I can't help it.

**As much as I want to, I can't seem to stop watching "funny baby" videos on youtube. here are some favorites....

So, I haven't posted in like...a month. I haven't caught up on anyone's blog, including mine. All creative effort came to a screeching halt when summer semester started, but now that six of my 18 credits are now over, I have significantly more free time. Well, free might be a very loose term, but free-er. So..more posts to follow.

Kicked

Some days you just get kicked in the face.

The only day you dress for summer and it only rains and thunders....The only day you don't have your homework done, and the only day it really needed to be done.....The only day people from your past come back to haunt you, the skeletons in your closet just don't seem to remember why they became skeletons in the first place.....The day you really really just want to stay home and snuggle your husband while he plays with your hair is the only day you are up and gone by 6am and he won't be home until 12am....The same day you realize you wildly underestimated your bills, the same day your hubby has been accidentally jilted on his paycheck....The day you just want to curl up on the couch with the movie you rented last week, the same day you realize the movie is overdue.....The only day you really, really need to nap is the same day you wonder what the heck you were thinking when you signed up for 18 credits....Some days you just get kicked in the face.....But only some days.....

Tomorrow will not be a someday.

High School Musical....at my house?

Ok, so not really...but sort of.

Today I look outside and there are at least a bajillion teens and tweens dressed in all red and white, all making their way to East High School, mere blocks from my house. Girls are zooming by on bikes shrieking gleefully at one another, guys and all have popped collars and and ultra white K-Swiss shoes on, acknowledging one another with jerky head movements.

In my mind I am thinking, "What the? It can't be Monday, can it? *gasp* I've missed my lectures! My participation grade has been docked 1/17th! Wait...no..I went to church today...I don't understand..."

I then I find out....East High is where they film the ultra super hip High School Musical movies, the phenomena I totally do not understand. All these kids have been standing in line for hours and hours to be extras in yet another global sensation created by Disney starring impossibly beautiful and talented teenagers. Apparently, they have begun filming the third installment of the series, and I can observe all the glitz of Hollywood (in Utah) by simply stepping outside.


Like, if I were, like 13, I would like, so like be like freaking out right now!!

But I'm not. I'm nearly 25, and I get to go back inside my air conditionerless apartment and study Immanuel Kant for the next six hours.

I am...

so on the ball that the ball is actually now flat...

We're Going to Disney World!

(The title is supposed to be said in the cheesy, commercial, type tone of voice to receive the full effect of our excitement!)

Me and the hubby are headed to Florida for a little sun, cheeky shenanigans, and lots of laughter before school starts again on Monday. You know, we're good kids. I think we deserve it!

10 Loves

1. My amazingly wonderful, brilliant, supportive family. I don't know how many times I can say it. Immediate, extended, in-laws, adopted or otherwise acquired members, they are amazing. We love them so much.
2. Tithing. I am insanely grateful that we pay it faithfully. It makes all the difference.
3. Pre-made meals by Granny Kaye and JaLee. They sure help this kitchen-challenged wife a whole lot.
4. Game night with friends and people who love cards as much as we do!
5. Nighttime walks with Brandon. Its such good bonding time with the hubby.
6. Other peoples blogs. I am so hooked.
7. When people remember to put a capital C when spelling my last name.
8. Oprah. Could I be any more cliche or any more of a girl? I am particularly loving the Dr. Oz shows. They freak me out and amaze me and gross me out all at once.
9. Our Florida trip! Ok, so technically we don't leave for another 18 hours, but we are so excited about and have SO been looking forward to it!
10. Sore muscles. Proof to myself that I am working as hard as I think I am.