Done and Done!

I just took my last final at BYU ever, and my last final for an undergrad degree, and my last final of this week of hell, and my last final. . .

Then I came home to an apartment that is all packed up and bare and nobody home.

So I ate some icecream.

I sure know how to celebrate!

My Milkshake is Better than Yours

I have been as of late in California, which is posted all over my facebook if you had no idea. . .you did, admit it. Anywho, interesting story as I was in California is about to appear all over your screen. . .don't fight it.

Ali and I were going down to breakfast in our not-so-ghetto hotel and were just going to grab food and take it up to our room, little did we know that the breakfast Nazi were staring us down and ready to pounce at any sight of comida leaving the breakfast area. The problem? Anna had to eat!

So as we are sitting at our table enjoying the tiniest of bagels, Ali slips a crinkley package of Fruit Loops down her pants. . .Anna should be grateful for sure!! Then, to my amazement she looks around for people looking and shoves a bagel in her bra. I couldn't let her do all the work, so I got some milk for the cereal and pretended to be drinking it as we headed, noisily, back to our room.

Where does the story get good? Right now! Ali rounded a corner to head up the stairs and almost slams into a woman coming the opposite direction. In my heart I did a shoosh and wipe of the forehead, I couldn't really do it because I was carrying milk you know. So as I turned my head from looking at the almost accosted woman, I rounded the corner and bam! Fourteen year old girl had no clue she was about to have skim milk dripping down the front of her new American sweater!

The look on her face was a mix of shock and anger as she penetrated into my soul with her rage. I apologized profusely and asked if I could get her some napkins (I had no milk on me). Her mother in a surge of rapid fire words. . .and not English. . .told her daughter to go change and looked at me as if I was the Pope damning her daughter to Hell for all time.... Silly Europeans!

Right on Your Lap!

Colors are fun
Megan is too!
So this is an update poem,
Just For YOU!!

Hare Krishna was quite claustrophobic
My lungs felt like I was doing aerobics
Megan was green, Sheri was blue
I thought I had a bloody nose but it just wasn't true

At parties where friends bring friends
We sometimes wish our lives would ends
Adios muchachos, later, we'll see ya. . .
with Eskimos living large in Argentina!

Class is great, especially dance
I am SUPA hot in my really tight pants
All I want is to rock your soul
but let's be honest, I am out of control

This is what I do,
I sit on you . . . right on your head
If you don't believe me,
ask the Determined Indians
who are Now Free!

Unusual Sense of Style

I recently wrote a blog about my white trash car, Stella, who is missing most her hubcaps. One hubcap is actually still attached and one sits in my back seat. I am going to attach the latter to the same side as the former so at least one side of Stella looks normal. (It reminds me of one of those actors that are half female, half male. . .you know the ones I mean? Well, it doesn't get any more ghetto than that.)

This is not the point of the story, however. I had to conduct a survey for one of my stats classes so I wandered to nearby girls' apartments and humbly solicited their help. As I was sitting in she-who-will-not-be-named's apartment, I looked over on the kitchen wall and a wave of reminiscence overcame me. I couldn't help but suppress a chortle. I asked s-w-w-n-b-n where she got the lovely decor. Her response? She told me her friend found it outside the apartment, on the street. No doubt you are now asking yourself what this wall hanging was. I will keep you guessing no longer. It was nothing other than one of my vanished hubcaps.

If Hubcap had to go, I am grateful she went to a loving home. Moral of the story: If ever you are missing an antennae, seatbelt, license plate, or engine, check your neighbor's wall, they may have it for safe keeping.

I am Feeling FREUD!

In my last blog I wrote a short blurb about being out of commission so I could read Twilight. One comment I received said that the Twilight series is all about sexual repression and that my blog has a theme going, so all I can do is give you the facts and let you figure it out for yourself. . . if you have read any of my blog, this will aid you in the discovery of if I am truly experiencing sexual repression.

1-Thursday night I began watching friends and after about an hour and a half, persuaded my roommate to go get a treat with me. I bought four things: brownie mix, icecream, hot fudge, and tampons (because I am not pregnant, and I had "the bleed.")

2-I finished reading Twilight and decided that Edward Cullen is more perfect than any man could be.

3-I went and saw The Other Boleyn Girl last night and loved it. (Side note: I love historical fiction, it really allows me to understand the human nature aspect of history. P.S. It really is Henery VIII's sexual indiscretions that screwed him over-no pun intended.)

4-While looking for an apt to live in after graduation (Yay! for that), I was led to an old boyfriend's apt complex for some reason.

5-I am a Psychology major.

You decide-

Timed Out

I am timed out for a while.

Why?

I am reading the Twighlight series again.

Can I get a shout out for Edward?

Whoop Whoop!

I Swear

Avid blog readers, you already know this, but it has come to the attention of other individuals that I have been in recent contact with, that I swear. These individuals have classified me as a "good girl" and were therefore shocked to learn that my language is not church appropriate. A handsome young specimen told me that if the girl that he was crushing on were ever to say a foul word that his whole perception of her would change and he doesn't know if he could be interested.

This added empirical evidence to two questions I have been hypothesizing:

1) There is someone out there for everyone.

2) He definitely isn't for me!