Wild times at BYU

Just a little something I found...

2012-02-02T08:37:00.000-08:00

Date a Girl Who Reads
by Rosemarie Urquico
{with minor changes by Lora Patterson}

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was eight.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her cup of caramel apple spice, the caramel is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup.

Let her know what you really think of The Picture of Dorian Grey. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in prose. Give her Shakespeare, Hugo, Austen, Wilde, Lewis. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does. She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching Harry Potter to her chest and weeping, make her chocolate milk. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or in Italy on a Gondola ride. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to Roald Dahl and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Emerson under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

Although this is far from a ploy to get me married, you do have to admit it presents my attributes impeccably.... kidding of course. But it should be incentive for all to pick up a book and get to it!

Happy Thursday!

Face transplants can't be that expensive...right?

2012-01-18T14:03:00.000-08:00

Do you remember that time that one guy thought I was African American {click here}...well things have taken a turn for the specific. Instead of being just any African American girl, I apparently resemble Tyra Banks. This is an offense of the highest order. I loath Tyra Banks.

Entirely

Here are seeds from which my disdain for her has sprouted.

1. I personally think she is the most obnoxious person on TV, and that's saying a lot when you have people like Spencer and Heidi out there. While watching ANTM, I actually have to fast forward all scenes involving just to make it bearable. This inevitable reduced the show from 42 minutes to 13.

2. Her talk show...

3. Her affinity for jumpsuits ultimately leading to more people thinking it's ok to don them.

As you can see this doppelganger predicament is devastating, especially since the boy who thinks I look like her has taken it upon himself to show random people her picture then mine just to prove how uncanny this whole situation is. This fact has led me to investigate for myself and after a maddening 2 minute search to see where this resemblance may lie, I found these and it all made sense. We're basically twiners....

It's eerie right!? {I'm the one on the bottom...}

There are no words to describe my devastation so I borrow those of my favorite author of October, "at the time of writing this sad relation, I am throned in a broken chair, within an inch of a thundercloud." That basically says it all....

To all those who have kept this truth from me, the sham is up. I now know my greatest fear has come true and I bid you all adieu.

You Make My Dreams Come True

2012-01-15T10:41:00.000-08:00

Having a bad day? Having a good day that you want to make exponentially better? Well give this little beaut a listen.

So why did Hall & Oates “You Make My Dreams” make it on the blog? Well It’s not because I spent a great deal of my Friday night and my friends Friday night playing the best of Hall and Oates muttering ‘who knew’ over and over again.

And it’s not because I woke up Saturday morning, instantly turned it on, and selected replay for the next couple of hours. {I’m pretty sure my roommates loved it…pretty sure}

No, the reason this song makes the blog is because of what happened Saturday afternoon. This Saturday I decided that instead of doing homework I was going to Barnes and Noble, my happy place. The one place where I can plunge shoulder deep into my eternal love of books and in the midst of this love be wrapped up in the divine smells of fresh coffee and new books. BUT there was one problem....

In order to go to Barnes and Noble I had to leave my song behind. See I don’t have and ipod connecter in my car and I didn’t have a cd to burn the song to. Alas, I was going to have to abandon one love for another.

When I got in my car I started thinking how magnificent that song was and how disturbing my love for it had become. Then I made a simple wish, “I wish I could listen to it now.” So I twisted my radio button and bam “you make my dreams come true” came bursting out of my stereo. Bursting. The lyrics were right, this song made my dream come true. And that is why a song made it on the blog.

And no shouting my love for this song of the rooftops of my blog is not my clever way of telling the world I’m in l.o.v.e. In fact, the internet will be the last person who finds out. Mostly because we had a brief fling in 08 and ever since things have been AWKward.

2012!

2012-01-04T14:53:00.001-08:00

One of my favorite things in this world is quotes. I have no idea why, but for some reason a well written quote just tickles my fancy. I guess it stems from the fact that I love finding a more articulate person who thinks the same way I do, but has a significantly better way of expresssing themselves. Anyhoo, enough quote talk, the point of my mindless chatter is to say I have found the quote for this Winter semester. After attending my classes and realizing exactly what I got myself into I do believe this will be my new motto...

"In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer" -Albert Camus

So here's hoping I can find summer in the day to day....and faith that winter can't last forever, even if I do live in Provo.

I am Legend meets Contagion

2011-12-26T12:56:00.001-08:00

It’s Christmas time! Soon our houses will be filled with brothers, sisters, grandkids, and anyone else who can fit. During the celebrations, these houses become breeding grounds for sicknesses of all kinds and before long one cough becomes thousands and soon all sounds are drowned in their roar. Most people get over their cold quickly. A sniffle on Monday, a cough on Tuesday, a slight fever throughout, but by Wednesday all are a picture of health.

Not me.

My body goes around collecting sicknesses. First colds, then ear-aches, soon even stomach flu detains me from everything holy that is this holiday. And so it has been my entire life.

But not this year: No.

This year I was determined to rise above my defective immune system. Little did I know how hard this would be. Little did I know sickness had infected every corner of our house leaving few, if any survivors.

It’s Friday, two days till Christmas and I am writing you from ground zero. I’m currently hiding out in the ‘no no room’ so named for containing all things of extreme value, namely; priceless crystal and china, our baby grand piano, and the coveted Christmas tree. These items assure that the room is kept safe from intruders. How do we do this? Not by an intricate overlay of deathly laser beams, but by crisp vacuumed carpet lines. Every hour mom vacuums back and forth until perfection is attained. Perfection that can correctly identify all intruders by their unmistakable foot size and path of footprints through the room. So far it’s the only place that’s safe. Kids are scarce here and so the sickness stays at bay, waiting for me to leave. I’ve brought a book with me, but heaven only knows how long that will hold me.

This week the house has been a battle zone with the epidemic starting over the weekend when Nicholas didn’t feel well. By Sunday Audrey had fallen in its path taking with her seven others. So far the count is nine sick, three healthy. I’m one of the last. I try to stand strong, but even I know the odds aren’t good.

Tuesday, five days till Christmas: The house is now filled with sniffles and sneezes. No corner is safe. I try my best to blockade my room at night. So far Madilyn, Cara, and I are the only ones who have to succumb. But only time will tell: only time will tell.

Wednesday, four days till Christmas: I’ve started raiding the cabinets for vitamins. Mom’s upset the airborne is almost gone so we’ve started rationing it. I’ve already taken my dose for the day, but I fear the night.

Thursday, three days till Christmas: Madilyn started to sniffle today, I’m toying with the idea of kicking her out of my bed tonight. Adam decided to build a fire. We now sit in a furnace. Does no one realize heat breads bacteria? If I had it my way we would be putting ice blocks in the furnace, anything to kill this joy threatening disease. Jill just got home, which raises the healthy count to four. I just pray that number can hold.

Friday, two days till Christmas:I let Madilyn stay in the bed last night; I woke up with a sore throat. I regret that decision immensely. I snuck into the kitchen and did a double shot of airborne. My only hope is that it will be enough. This afternoon I found mom’s hidden stash of emergence c. I combined two packets with my daily dose of airborne in hopes that it can feed the insatiable appetite the illness growing in my body demands.

Later Friday,we're closing in on Christmas: The illness has spread from my throat to my nose and now my body is consumed. This is my new best friend.

Saturday, one day till Christmas: I’m sick and the healthy count is down to zero. My hopes for health have been dashed and now I enter into a comatose existence provided by a cocktail of drugs, vitamins, and coca-cola. Cross your fingers that I remember the next 24 hours.

Merry Christmas!

I'm ALIVE!

2011-12-16T12:51:00.000-08:00

This basically sums up finals for me.

So how did I survive finals week?

Well it all comes down to the life preserving laughter received from these little gems I found on the internet.

First, BYU's testing center has a camera filming live footage of the line entering the main testing room. For some, this is a helpful means to check how long the lines are and determine how long they will have to wait in said line. For me this provides moments of immense entertainment as a periodically peaked in on those poor souls throughout the week. I don't know why this amuses me so, but watching the frustrated, desperate, anxious, sleep-deprived, plight of the average BYU college student has became my obsession this week. Just take a gander for yourself.

Second, if you haven't got my emails or checked out my link's on facebook then you've missed out on this blog post. At this very moment intense laughter awaits you at the touch of a button. This button. Click away my friend, but beware, the fit of giggles you are about to enjoy will most likely leave you with intense stomach pains. If you have read this, re-read it. Trust me, it just keeps getting better and better.

Here's a little preview. It just kills me every time I look at it. Anyhoo....

Third, there's pinterest. Beloved pinterest: filled with crafts I will never do, food I will never cook, clothes I can't afford, and hair styles physically impossible for my curls to perform. The best part of this site is the sayings and pictures it provides. For example:

If my phone could do this I would have sent you all whales on a daily basis. Be grateful.
This picture explains why I chose to run in sketchy neighborhoods.... at dusk....in dark clothes...all summer long. I was determined to have my awkward running/walking/panting seen by no one. It wasn't until I pointed out my running trail to my roommate and she said "I can't believe you haven't been raped yet," that I rethought this whole running thing...and no, running in a safer well lit neighborhood was not an option.

I have literally been waiting forever for someone to say "the more the merrier" just so I can answer with this response.

Caption not required.

So finals are over and I have officially survived three semester of BYU. Now I'm mentally preparing for two and a half glorious weeks filled with nothing but Christmas magic.

The Facts About ASL

2011-11-20T22:24:00.000-08:00

Little known fact {well, unless you know me...} I am in my third semester of American sign language. Yes, that’s right I sign. While in sign I have learned a very important fact and by 'learn' I mean this fact have been shoved down my throat {or would it be hands?} since my first day of class.

Sign language is better that English

After learning this fact I have come to the conclusion that deaf people think a lot about themselves and their language. They get away with such strong ideas because no one has any idea what they’re saying.

Here's a fact I came up with...Lora struggles with paying attention during sign language. In fact I have gotten in the horrid habit of texting during class. Awful. But in my defense if I didn’t text I would most certainly fall asleep.

Picture you this: it’s three in the afternoon, you’re in a classroom that is completely silent, you’re warm - but not too warm - in fact you are the perfect temperature…maybe even a little too perfect.

A comatose existence lingers on the horizon waiting to envelop you. You fight if off for as long as humanly possible and then you give in. You give in to the sleepiness tempting you with its promises of soothing relief from your o so busy schedule. And heaven help you, you dose off.

Then in the middle of a perfect daydream you have a deaf person yell at you...

This is possibly the most terrifying thing that can happen to you and once it does you will do most anything to avoid it…so I text.

That’s not to say the teacher approves, in fact the last girl who was caught texting had the following conversation with the teacher.

Teacher: "Are you texting? I will kill you."

Student:

The convo was a bit one sided don’t you think?

For some odd reason deaf threats via hand gestures is a lot more petrifying than the spoken word. Insert the value of my ability to be above average sneaky while texting. AAS {wow some things shouldn’t be made into acronyms}

But I do listen, for instance the day the teacher signed about getting thrown in jail for being mistaken as a prostitute, ya you can bet I caught ever word.

Though I have to admit sometimes texting blows up in my face.

For instance: the day we talked about camels. I saw the sign for camels I looked down to read a text from Danica, and when I looked back up I caught the teachers gaze and in a moment of sheer panic I nodded. I was then asked about camels and I said “yes I know the sign for camels” and I demonstrated the sign.

She then asked me about the various ways one can get on a camel. I told her I did not posses that knowledge having never actually been around camels. After that she went on a rampage of signs where she called me a liar and said several others things I’m sure I should probably know by now. Unbeknownst to me, my nod meant that I agreed to being an expert camel rider. This leads me to fact number 3 of this post: be careful when you move your head in signs, it is far better to sit still and let the teacher think you are an imbecile.

I also have to say the tests have been interesting. I don’t want to get into too many details since this is already a long post, but I leave you with one thing. One should be careful how you sign riding a horse. Apparently, failure to do it correctly will result in you being laughed out of a test.

P.S I feel I should clarify that although this post makes it seem like I don’t like my teacher the reality is I think she is fantastic. Anyone who employs death threats to maintain class order has made an admirer out of me.

Parachute!

2011-10-29T17:34:00.000-07:00

According to my family the blog has become quite depressing {not their actual words, but when your sister calls after reading it to make sure your not suicidal you start putting two and two together}.

In order to become less emo, I’m about to go full on rainbow, sparkles, and moonshine. Prepare to have sunshine thrown in your face!

This weekend Anna and I got tickets to PARACHUTE!

For those of you that have never experienced happiness {a.k.a. Parachute} here is a definition:

Parachute: noun. Five fantastic men that wow with their magnificent lyrics, catchy beats and powerful love songs.... plus the lead singer is to die for. Their music can most commonly be heard blasting from Lora Patterson’s bedroom. Her favorite songs are She (for liz), She is Love, What I know, Forever and Always and many more.

Friday finds me in a car on route to Salt Lake with Ms. Anna, music blasting, chocolate everywhere.

We arrive on location to find that the concert is in fact 100 people in a sketch bar in downtown Salt Lake. Upon entering we are pleasantly surprised to see that we are only mere yards from the stage.

Then the magic started

The opening act was Kate Voegle. Decent, but not Parachute.

She ends and the moment we’ve been waiting for is only minutes away and Anna and I wanted more than anything to get closer to the stage and meet up with Anna’s friends.

We slide through the crowd until we come upon that one weirdi guy that has been full blown dancing and singing to all of Kate’s songs…clearly not the most ideal location.

As we are deciding our best plan for getting to her friends said weirdi starts to be rather rude and even says some…um...unpleasant things about us to his friend. I really can’t explain what came over me, maybe I’ve finally inherited my mother’s spunk, but I decided to have a little chat with this fellow.

I simply told him he and I both knew I could hear his conversation and perhaps it would be easier if he just addressed me. I then told him there was no need for such language and that he should cease his jerky behavior. Then Anna and I went back to the concert.

And then they came in and the crowd went wild.

For the next two hours Anna and I were entranced, they were....brilliant.

Dreams really do come true.

The concert came quickly to an end because the drag queens needed the space for their costume party... I’m not kidding, the night just kept getting better and better.

On our way home Anna and I just kept smiling and silently wondering if we would ever recover fully functioning ear drums again.

The Neon Clad Tyrant

2011-10-04T20:42:00.000-07:00

After the fiasco that ensued the last time I wrote about a boy I have firmly decided to never write about this gender ever again. But alas I have come in contact with what could possibly be the most obnoxious boy to ever grace a literature class. And now I find it hard not to compose scathing reviews of his very character and choice of clothes while suffering through his pompous banter. {ya I wrote this during class... you would to if you were reading Christabel for the 3rd time!}

He is a neon clad tyrant who sits high in his corner seat waiting to swoop in and save us from our failed attempts to glean personal truths from the text. Then he deems to enlighten us to his 'correct' way of thinking with his pointless and condescending opinions. Heaven forbid the nice lady {she's over 40 so I can call her this} dare comment without receiving an eye roll accompanied by an audible sigh.

He even has the audacity to go full on tool with the teacher {nothing bothers me more than someone being disrespectful to a teacher}. Example;

Teacher: Neon Clad Tyrant, why do you believe that really dumb thing you just said {this may or may not be what he actually said...but it's close}

NCT: It's self explanatory {gasp} {eye roll} is there really any point to me explaining it. {EXACTLY what he did}

He even was foolish enough to pull that with me. Here's what happened, the teacher told us to divide into groups and discuss our papers. I unfortunately sat too close to the NCT and was roped into his group. When I asked the NCT about his paper he looked at me, looked back at his papers, started rubbing his ever-rolling-eyes in frustration, looked back at his paper and physically turned away from me.

To which I responded by laughing and laughing and laughing {I have come to learn that nothing annoys an arrogant boy more than laughing at him}.

Now on to his clothes. His colors of choice have a running theme of random, bright, madness. Who ever thought to pair neon yellow pants with red socks and purple shoes had to be deeply intoxicated. Where do you even find these clothes {perhaps the men's section of Forever 21}. Each outfit is more disturbing than the last and makes me question his right to criticize other peoples opinions while his ability to choose a wardrobe is so obviously lacking.

So what makes me so brazen to post about his boy without fear that he will find out. Three reasons:

1. I'm positive we have no friends in common. There is no way on this green earth that any friend of mine would associate with this fiend.

2. He would never lower himself to read the rif raf that is this blog.

3. I kind of hope he does read this. Maybe it will make him reconsider his life choices; namely his choices to be rude, intolerant, and ill-dressed.

Why I need to marry a chef... or a dietitian.

2011-09-28T19:51:00.000-07:00

Tonight I introduced vegetables into my diet and now I'm waiting to see how much damage this drastic change is going to do to my body.

Complete shock, perhaps?

I know my roommates were.

But more than likely I'll be spending my night suffering through cold sweats from sugar and carb withdrawals.

Here's the thing, it’s not that I don’t like vegetables; the fact is I love them. I’m actually not particular about food at all, I eat anything. So here’s why I've reduced my diet to cheap and easy to make items… I don't cook.

So you're probably wondering "what do you eat?"

Well it varies.

For a while there my dinner consisted of random things {graham crackers, marshmallows, peanut butter} I could find to dip in Nutella....I'm not kidding.

Other weeks I would eat the best cheap noodles Walmart could buy; basically, the things that make your insides want to be on your outsides.

Another thing I did was buy a box of 30 frozen corn dogs from Costco {only 8 dollars!} and Voilà, dinner for a month {By far the most brilliant food purchase ever}.

My biggest problem with cooking and eating healthy is I simply don't want to spend my hard earned cash on it. IT'S EXPENSIVE. Before college I had no idea how much money my mom wasted on feeding me a ‘nutritious meal’.

And for what?

So I would live an extra couple of years.

HA, I'd rather blow the extra cash on a Barnes and Noble purchase.

So what do I do when noodles, Nutella, and cereal just won’t cut it? Well I have now settled into a wonderfully inspired habit of eating in excess at parties. This fact has now labeled me as the sad girl who won't leave the snack table. Well people, it's not because I'm too shy to make friends, it's because I'm starving.....

I only hope that one day my body will forgive me for the last 21 years.

Picking the right song is essential....

2011-09-24T10:53:00.000-07:00

Saturday’s are for homework…and everyone knows one can’t study without obscenely loud music playing in the background.

It kills me I can’t find this on itunes. This song combines the quirkiness of passion pit with the groovy vibe of the Jackson five. I am forever grateful to Forever 21 for playing this whilst I was perusing clothes I couldn’t afford. So listen and you’re welcome.

Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People

I can’t pin point exactly why I love this song. Maybe it’s the catchy beat or interesting vocals, but more than likely it’s the disturbing lyrics. “All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better out run out run my gun....better run, run faster than my bullet.” You gotta love unexplained and irrational violence.

She (for liz)

I got tickets to a Parachute concert and I’m in prep mode for the next month. Those tickets and the songs set me back groceries for the next 2 weeks, but it’s going to be totally worth it.

Before the Worst by the Script…I love this band. L.O.V.E

Every once in a while I throw in a song from a movie soundtrack and then just hit replay for a while.

Here are my top 3

River waltz from The painted veil - a sad movie that at one point makes you question if her husband is actually trying to kill her for having an affair. No worries though, they do fall in love, but then a disease turns him blue and eventually kills him. And even though she has a child with a man who is not her husband she still names the little boy after her dead husband and doesn't go back to her ex-lover {reminder: never use the word ‘lover’ on the blog again} awww how romantic....

503 from Angels and Demons {this is now the alarm I wake up to}

Discombobulate from Sherlock Holmes {brilliant, can’t wait for the sequel}

Keep Your Head Up by Andy Grammer….this is the rope of sanity pulling me up from the pit of despair.

After that I throw in some Adele and call it quits.

Sensibility vs. Irrationality

2011-09-14T09:37:00.000-07:00

So you're probably all wondering "where has Lora gone. Has BYU actually killed her?"

Here's the answer, no, but not for lack of trying.

I am currently lying in my bed-blankets piled high, iPod playing, cup of hot chocolate within grasp-in a staring contest with a wall of text books aligned on the far side of my room.

I often find myself in this position; unblinking staring into the vast wasteland of homework.

This is a time for self-pity, a time where I rethink the direction my life has taken, but more often than not it is a time where my mind divides into two different beings: sensible Lora; who wants all A’s, sees the need for showers, and never procrastinates and irrational Lora; the snide, lazy Lora that will do anything for a nap and a cookie.

Sensible Lora: "It's going to be ok, there's probably only 4 hours of reading over there."

Irrational Lora: “I'd rather cut my hair into an unattractive bob"

Sensible Lora: "You chose to be an English major"

Irrational Lora: "Ya because I liked books like Les Miserables and Harry Potter, I have yet to encounter either. I've had plenty of Beowulf and Chaucer, but not a drop of Wilde."

Sensible Lora: "Think of all the authors and books you've found along the way; Emerson, Rossetti, Bronte."

Irrational Lora: "Wow, I think I've just pinpointed why we don’t get out much."

Sensible Lora: “At least read Shakespeare, you love Shakespeare.”

Irrational Lora: “Not if it’s forced! I wouldn’t love a cookie if someone was jamming it down my throat.”

Sensible Lora: “hmmm that’s debatable…"

As you can see the argument is ongoing with no resolution in sight. Sure there are small victories here and there: homework on occasion is finished in a timely matter, but all too often I can be found napping, having fun, or reading books that are not part of the curriculum.

Tonight's form of procrastination is this blog and you are all accomplices to the failing of my life.

Maybe I’ll get up the energy to read Wordsworth, or maybe I’ll go get some frozen yogurt, but most likely I will keep staring at those sadistic jeering books, willing them out of existence.

BYU Round Two

2011-08-27T11:31:00.000-07:00

I can't believe It's been a year since I started at BYU. I remember last year at this time I came up a week early nervous for, well, everything.

That weekend my brothers gave me a tour around campus and if I remember correctly at one point Adam, in an attempt to recreate a normal day in the shuffle of BYU student body, called me a whore while he pushed and shoved me around....good times.

I'm proud to tell you BYU campus is not at all like Adam promised it would be.

That Monday Kyle {the slightly more helpful brother} had me meet him on campus because he was going to get me a job. Of course I wore heels and by the time I trekked it up to Campus my shoes had rubbed my feet raw {see post below for why shoes hate me so much}. After hours of begging for a job I ditched my shoes for the sweet relief of bare feet and to my great chagrin I discovered the sidewalks were boiling hot. By the time I got home my feet had sustained third degree burns that were birthing giant blisters {O you better believe I have a right to be dramatic}.

The rest of the week was spent hobbling around shopping for food, clothes, and furniture while trying desperately to make the most of my last days of freedom.

I distinctly remember how scared I was to be up here and now instead of feeling fear for the unknown I fully understand what I will be put through. I know exactly how much my classes will challenge me and in a weird way I'm more scared for this year than I was then.

BYU pushes you to your limits, but the interesting thing is it also shows you how much you are capable of. I have never felt more inadequate or more accomplished than during my time spent on this campus. It's given me my highest highs and my lowest lows and I am oddly grateful.

Those highs were worth it.

So today, when the thought of school turns me into a jittery insomniac with a vanishing appetite, I dig myself out of a nervous breakdown by remembering how this semester will be different.

I won't be working weekends or late hours.
I already have a solid foundation of amazing friends from this past year.
And most importantly I now know which flavors at the BYU creamery are my favorite.

I have high hopes for this semester, it won't be easy, but it will be worth it.

I'd Rather Be Barefoot....

2011-08-18T13:53:00.000-07:00

Shoes are the silent killers.

I don't know if you've ever taken a gander at my feet, but they are simply atrocious. Here's a picturesque description; utterly flat, slightly vainy, lanky toes, and giant bunions....gross eh. I sure didn't win the gene pool lottery with these ugly whoopers.

{Mine are on the right}

I remember my mom even told me to never show a guy my feet because, apparently, that would be reason enough to dump me. Point taken, what guy would want to pass this gene onto their children {I avoid guys with lazy eyes for the same reason}.

Needless to say shoes are like the oil to my feets water and although I've been aware shoes resistance to handle my feet with care I had no idea shoes hate ran so deep. After many years of growing suspicion, I finally uncovered the secret plot of all shoes to destroy their ugliness. And in complete and utter betrayal my very own shoes have followed suit and conspired to kill off my poor feet.

Every shoe's job has been discovered; flats are over the smashing of my bunions {Should a lady ever mention the word bunions in relation to herself...probably not sigh}to the point of nonrecognition, flip flops supervise the digging of tiny straps into the bony tops of my feet, and heals have full control over punishing my feet for never being built to arch.

The sad thing is I keep buying different shoes in hopes that one day a pair will take pity on my Quasimodo feet. And on that day I won't have to fight the common urge to strip barefoot and scamper across campus as a free woman.

But today is not that day and so, just like the many days before it, my feet are aching and there's nothing I can do about it.

Anyone up for giving me a foot massage :)

...ya I wouldn't do it either.

Being a Lora

2011-08-16T09:02:00.001-07:00

Something terrible has happened.

This Sunday I was in Relief Society and they started introducing the new girls and…gulp…there are now three more Lora’s in my ward.

Maybe you’re not so great at math but that is a total of four Lora’s.

I have never had this happen before.

On rare occasions I have met a Lora or two BUT NEVER THREE.

Where's the originality parents? Huh, how bout naming your girls things like Ava or Scarlet. There are no Ava's or Scarlet's in my ward. None.

One of these Lora's even had the audacity to have curly hair. Just who does she think she is? Curly hair is my territory. Thank goodness she was short or we would have had a throw down at ward prayer.

I bet they spell it Laura….lame.

Anyone can be a Laura, but it takes hard work being Lora, nae, it is quite an impossible task for the average human.

Being a Lora means being able to replace a nutritious diet with chocolate and still feel great. It means being able to read a book in a day simply because you can’t stand the thought of abandoning the story midway through. It means being so addicted to music you find it hard to walk without its constant flow. It means using laughter to express a full range of emotions; in Lora-land there is no difference between worry or rile, all is consumed with laughter. Ultimately, being a Lora means doing stupid things because you haven’t quite grasped how to be normal.

I almost feel bad for these other Laura’s because they’ll never get to be a Lora….but really who would wish it on them, it’s exhausting.

Why Wild Times?

2011-07-18T11:41:00.000-07:00

A friend was reading my blog and he asked why I name the blog "Wild Times at BYU."

Here's the answer....I have no idea.

I never really thought it through. I needed a title when I started this shindig at EA and now I've gotten lazy and will probably always keep the title wild times and add things like....

Wild Times as a Spinster

Wild Times Stalking James Marsden

Wild Times Living With My Mom (That's right Mom, if this whole dating thing doesn't pan out we're going to be roomies again!)

I know I should come up with a title that's cute, witty, and makes you think (you know, something real philosophical and whatnot), but I kind of like wild times and the variety it offers me.

So just like that tattoo I got, I will continue on living with the impulsive decisions of 19 year old me.

(Kidding about the sweet tat MOM, but not about the living with you, bank on that)

Doppleganger's

2011-06-15T15:11:00.000-07:00

For some strange reason people think I look like...well everybody.

Marisa Brown and I have been told on several occasions that we look like sisters. I can kind of see where they're going with this: tall, brunette, lacking in deformities. But the funniest comment came from our Hawaiian friends who thought we were identical twins and sometimes it was hard for them to tell us apart.....okay, have they not seen the furry animal currently residing on my head, that should distinguish me from the greater portion of the population.

Sandra Bullock: This is the most bizarre and untrue. Though it did up this girls status from
friend to best friend instantly.

Natalie Portman: I've had two girls say randomly I look like Natalie Portman. This makes me feel bad for Natalie Portman.....

Jessica Alba: This semester I was at a dance and this girl came up to me and said. "Do you know the first time I saw you I thought, she looks just like Jessica Alba." I really don't think this source counts because A). she was foreign and B) she was foreign.

Bella Swan: This is the strangest one I've ever gotten and it's happened twice. I've been told that I look like Bella Swan...not Kirsten Stuart, Bella Swan. I didn't even know it was possible to look like a fictional character...

Julia Roberts: Anna Herring has been convinced since we were little kids that I look like Julia Roberts. I'm convinced the only connection I have to this star is I am currently sporting her 80's do.

Alexis Vega: This is the one that bothers me the most. A girl from my last ward was positive that I looked just like that girl off of spy kids....I've never been so offended.

Emmy Rossum: But the one comment I hear all the time is "You look just like that girl off that one movie"
Me: "Phantom of the Opera"
Them: "ya"
Me:

This one is my favorite because I get to do things like convince my nieces and nephews that I am the girl off Phantom of the Opera and that's why they haven't seen me for so long (college shmollege). Though Nicholas is skeptical, I have Audrey and Sarah in the bag.

Ok, I've saved the best for last. A week ago I was visiting Kelly and I met a guy at her apartment. After I left the guy was asking Kelly who her friend was, you know the African American girl standing in the corner..

O come on, there is no way I look African American. When Kelly asked if it was because of my hair he said no.

I guess I just have one of those faces....

The Curly Purple People Eater

2011-06-15T13:30:00.000-07:00

In an attempt to look nice for Adam's wedding I decided to dye my hair. I took great care in finding the best and least harmful hair dye. I even made extra sure I picked a color I had tried before just to avoid any catastrophe.....

So of course my hair ended up purple. Purple.

The best part is I did it at one in the morning so there was no time to fix this fax pas. It's a good thing no one sees me at work....oh wait I'm a secretary who interacts with dozens of people a day. Awesome.

I literally can't look in the mirror. Every time I do my thoughts shift rapidly between thinking it's flippin awesome to sport purple hair to being utterly horrified.

This afternoon I reached a calm where I convinced myself everything would be okay and I didn't look that bad....

And then this conversation completely crushed the fake confidence I had spent hours building.

Fellow secretary: "Were you so embarrassed to come to work today?"

Me:

Fellow secretary: " but really, did you just scream when you first looked in the mirror"

Me:

But seriously, she has a point.

I look like an Anime cartoon.

I'm every Japanese boy's dream girl

At this point I was even desperate enough to tell my mom of my idiotic mistake ....what followed was sarcasm and the comment "it's hard to support stupidity." Thanks mom.

So with no help from the fam I sent a desperate text to Kelly asking if she could ask her sister, Lynnette, a certified beautician to help me.

Three hours later we were on our way to a a professional salon store to buy dye, the only problem is I needed cash. Second problem, my gas station has a 10 dollar cash back policy...

One slurpee, a bag of sunflower seeds, and two peaches later we are on our way.

After we grabbed the new dye we took tons of pictures to capture this moment of pure hilariousity.

Now my hair is a normal shade of black. Ok, it's not the most normal look for me, but right now my normal is anything that doesn't match a my little pony do.

Who knew I would have so much in common with Lane Kim.

Rage and Prejudice

2011-06-09T17:29:00.000-07:00

Ladies, this is called a reality check.

Nerd Alert

2011-06-03T07:11:00.000-07:00

For the past couple of weeks my nights have been filled with adventures of the highest kind. This is a huge shift from the summers of days gone by when my nights were spent reading through adventures lived by other people. Not to say I didn't have fun in my youth, but that fun was restricted to July when cousins and chocolate milkshakes were in abundance and the thought of chores was a distant memory.

However the months leading up to and following July were a time where slavery was legal in the Patterson home and friends were scarce. People still don't believe me when I recount the chores I was subjected to such as scrubbing floor boards with a tooth brush and polishing the walls. Anyhoo.... The point of this stroll down memory lane is to explain that I used to read...a lot

But recently I have stopped reading all together...shocking right. I don't really believe it either, how I could go from averaging 3 to 7 books a week to none...zip...nada. I fear that at any moment the English department is going to kick me out for my crimes against the program.

I'm even ashamed to admit I have lived in Provo for 10 months and I still don't have a library card...disgraceful right.

Well that all changed last night. I got home and my roommates were no where to be found, so in a state of complete isolation I asked myself "what would old Lora do if she were bored" and then it hit me "she would go to the library....and then she would go buy chocolate."

So that is exactly what I did and I am happy to say I not only stripped the library of all their new arrivals, but I have consumed a bag of my very favorite chocolates. Pure giddiness does not describe how happy I was last night and that's when I realized I am really weird....like really really weird. It shocks me that I made it through school without being pumbled on a daily basis.

And on that note I would like to give a shout out of gratitude to all those who have stood by me in my crazed obsession with the written word and have never once attempted to give me a swirly. I know that having to listen as I relayed the plot of my newest book may not have been the funnest thing for you to bear, but you guys endured it like champs.

The Mustache

2011-05-11T07:46:00.001-07:00

The Mustache when worn correctly creates a powerful statement of manliness. It says "hey you I'm way cool because I can grow hair on my lip." Many men can rock the stache such as;

Tom
Brad

And Hugh with his man scruff

Do you know who can not rock the stache?

EVERY GUY AT BYU

Instead of looking downright dreamy they resemble a creepy pedophile. So gentlemen shave those 'date rape fan stache's because (I'm speaking for the whole BYU female population when I say this) I'm terrified.

Love, Every girl at BYU

One year down....and who knows how many more to go

2011-04-28T15:38:00.000-07:00

Well my first year at BYU us officially over. I'm proud to announce I have only suffered minimal trauma and the majority of it was due to BYU's dating scene.....

Though many people decided to extend there academic career into the summer I opted for tanning and reading instead.

Wise choice? probably not, but like I always say sometimes the fun in life is found through stupid decisions.

(I actually have never said this before, but from the moment I typed it I knew it perfectly described my day to day actions and confirmed why I live such a fun life)

Anyhoo...

I wanted this post to be dedicated to all the life lessons I learned in college. So prepare to be amazed at my newly acquired knowledge.

First, nutella should be on the food pyramid.

Don’t sit in BYU's flower beds at midnight….

Beware of boys in skinny jeans!

Don't eat lifesavers while walking, they will most likely get stuck to the roof of your mouth and you will have a terribly awkward time getting them off without looking like a loon.

Look both ways before pulling out of a parking lot.

Never take a job at the MTC cafeteria.

Never wear Orange; it’s really not any one's color

Curly hair should avoid hats like the plague.

Pretzels dipped in peanut butter and then plunged in chocolate can cure almost anything.

Don’t straighten your hair on a rainy day, you will look like a poodle.

Don’t wear flip flops in the snow, it is conducive to falling.

Be careful who you blog about….ya this one bit me in the you know what

Don’t sign up for a class that has reading Moby Dick on its course list.

Don’t eat noodles in bed, waking up slimy is never fun.

As you can see I have emerged from this experience a wiser more capable person (snort) ready to face yet another year here at BYU....

The Valentine's Dance

2011-02-12T20:23:00.000-08:00

So I never post about dating, dates, or guys in general. Mostly because I have a tendency to be malicious and exaggerate in my writing and I don’t think it’s fair to sic me and the written word on any guy….but I’m making an exception.

The preceding is a fictional story based on real events written in this manner to disguise and protect the leading characters.

Boy asks girl to dance.

Girl is blind-sighted and her friends are absolutely no help at all

Two songs later and she is still with the boy…..friends are quite useless

Guy delivers monologue that includes a list of accomplishments and attributes that would make him an excellent candidate for “the boyfriend". Basically your typical resume rundown; med-school, writer, athletic, blah blah blah....

Girl tries to make herself as unattractive as possible by listing reading as her hobby of choice (it really does ax every conversation)

Guy tries to teach awkward girl how to dance. A series of jumps and dips solidify her as the most graceless dancer there.

Guy then pulls out a stack of 3X5 index cards and a pencil and asks the dreaded question

So she does what any nice Mormon girl would do….she gives him her number…

The end

Instances like this raise so many questions;

Was the guy ever afraid his pencil would stab him during our swing lesson?

Why did he have a stack of 3X5 cards in his pocket?

Is my name and number now on file?

And if so what is his organizing technique; a for "awkward", c for "curly hair", or t for "will bear you tall children"?

But my main question is, why does meeting people have to be so weird? Don't get me wrong, I love an awkward situation just as much as the next girl, but I'm starting to think that bouts of laughter should not follow every interaction you have with a guy....but I have to say it sure makes life entertaining.

Anyhoo, Happy Valentine's Day!!!

I should really try harder to concentrate....

2011-01-11T08:07:00.000-08:00

Classes can be an environment filled with stimulating conversation and hours of learning.....they can also be really boring.

I find that I can make a typical class period quite amusing if I engage in immature behavior and thought.

1. Introductions:
We are all invited to introduce ourselves and name something about us. A boy named Adam introduces himself and boasts of his ability to shove a two-inch nail up his nose.... he then proceeds to demonstrate.

I wonder what amount of brain function he has sacrificed for his craft.

Adam has now put himself on the map as a stud.

2. Class discussion:
The teacher poses a question and watches as students climb, push, and jump over each others ideas trying desperately to prove the validity of their own.

The boy next to me makes a rather clever comment.

I check the left hand

ring...aahhh typical

I bet Adam doesn’t have a ring...I check...nope.

I pop my gum, the girl next to me glares.

I have discovered a wonderful new game.

I let off a set of quiet machine gun pops.

She glowers.

I avoid her eyes and quickly resume my studious position:
Chin in hand
Head tilted
Eyes squinted ever so slightly
Nod programmed to go off every 2 min.

Pop.

Hatred darts out of her eyes.

I giggle inside.

She cracks her knuckles...oh how I detest cracking knuckles.

She smiles.

War is declared.

The bell rings...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2011-01-06T09:58:00.000-08:00

So I’ve been reading through my past posts of 2010 and I notice a definite theme; anger, sarcasm, fake happiness that masks underlying bitter feelings.....

Ok confession I really didn’t noticed this it was brought to my attention by my mom who said and I quote, “Lora I read Anna’s blog and it’s so happy and uplifting and then I get to yours and its so sarcastic and angry.”

I’m thinking mommy dearest missed out on the parenting class that tells you to not compare your children to other kids..... It’s just down right hurtful.

Yes I get that my post are not filled with rainbows and unicorns, but it’s not MY fault that I'm only inspired by my shortcomings in life. Though I did think about making a goal to be a more positive person….but then I realized how upset I would be when that fell through.

So here’s to yet another year filled with bitter posts from a frizzy haired girl ☺

Finals.....

2010-12-14T16:39:00.000-08:00

Finals are BYU’s way of saying “you really don’t want to go to Hell, cause it’s sort of like this…except for eternity.”

Yup that’s all I’m going to say about finals.

P.S How many times can you say "I'd rather be skinned alive and rolled in salt" before it becomes redundant?

Who needs good health anyway....

2010-12-03T18:09:00.000-08:00

I'm sick....again.

It's the final countdown and instead of mad essay writing and test taking I'm sniffling, coughing, and overdosing on NyQuil.

It's official, my immune system is freakishly good at hide and go seek.

Life as a Hamster

2010-11-13T12:34:00.000-08:00

This weekend our ward decided to have a Turkey Bowl. Which meant I got to make a fool of myself playing football. You would assume that because I'm from a sporty family I would have picked up some talent....but no. I'm not even a good runner, or as Kyle would put it, "You look like you should be fast...but you're deceptively slow."

I'm basically good at three things; reading, devouring sweets, and scrapbooking.

It's like I'm 80 already.

Anyhoo, we played football and my team won! But the fun really began when a guy brought a giant orb to the activity! We put the orb on a steep hill and everyone lined up for their turned to be strapped to the inside and rolled down the hill. Now you would think because I'm scared of heights, being out of control, and tight sweaty spaces that this is something I would not do. But you see I have this problem where I think every adventure is fun and exciting and it's not until I'm mid swing off a cliff, halfway through a haunted house, or strapped to the inside of a ball do I remember how terrified I am of everything.

My roommate Kelsi decided to go in it with me and this is one of the funnest things we've ever done. We were hysterically laughing down the entire hill and by the time we came to a stop, we were down right giddy. If any of you have the chance to do this go for it!

Tricky Mormons

2010-11-06T23:02:00.001-07:00

Subtle Subliminal messages brought to you by BYU

As I was walking through campus I stumbled upon this and thought, "Wow it would be nice to find a fellow, get married, and have my own family"

And that's when it hit me. "Hey wait a second! This is what BYU wants me to think!"

How dare they Jedi mind trick me like that!

You know what! I bet they strategically place those mothers playing with their cutsy kids around campus just to insure that parenthood is all we'll be thinking about. It's a conspiracy!

Well not this student. I refuse to fall victim to your clever tricks!

P.S. I still can't help thinking how cute having a little girl with curly hair would be....dang BYU!

P.P.S Let it be known this was written past midnight, a time where sanity starts to wane and paranoia/hysteria takes over.

Unicorns in Hell

2010-10-30T10:31:00.001-07:00

Last night I found this flyer outside my house and I couldn't breathe for a good 3 minutes due to intense bouts of laughter.

MISSING

STOLEN UNICORN COSTUME
NO REWARD!!!
I don't even want the costume back. I made these flyers to tell you that I hate you costume thief. I hope it looks good on you in Hell!

Mario Brothers in Real Life

2010-10-14T22:17:00.000-07:00

Life at BYU is like a giant game of Mario Brothers. All of us start out as big Mario, bopping turtles, leaping over sudden pit falls, and charging past the weird flowers that spit fire at us.

Turtles= exams and tests

The falls= all the times we can fail

The flowers = the teachers that aren’t really aiming at us, but it’s not like they’re stopping their rain of fire.

As Mario’s we have a limited amount of lives before we experience complete meltdowns that strip us of our joy and leave us crying in the fetal position. For the past two months I have been living the life of a small Mario who is scorched, broken, and regular victimized by turtles.

That all changed this week

Not only have I grown full size with a nifty cape, but I even hit that invincibility star that surrounds me with sparkles and gives me the power to kill every last one of those vicious turtles.

In essence I am a happy Mario riding his very own yoshi.

Now I’m going to list some of the major lucky things that have happened this week and you will listen :)

I got a 100% on my Brit Lit Paper revision

I found out that I did NOT in fact fail my American Lit test like I thought, but got an A!!!!

I also got and A on my presentation in American Lit! BooYa!

I was able to retake my D&C test and I got an A!

My ASL class was canceled and I took a nap instead

Every night I walk into my house exhausted while my roommate asks, “Lora would you like to eat (insert delicious meal here)” to which I respond, “Why yes, yes I would.”

My visiting teachers brought over a pan of brownies and we make homemade ice cream to go with them.

The MTC wants to put me up for a Promotion to Supervisor after only a month of work.

After my Wednesday shift at the MTC they gave us all a free meal and let us have as much BYU creamery ice cream as we wanted.

I stopped making an idiot of myself in my sign language tutoring sessions and I'm actually pretty legit now!

I got an interview at the Eyring Science building for a secretary job

I got a call back to interview again for this job because, according to the lady, “My references were amazing and my past bosses loved me.”

I GOT THE JOB!!!

A few of the tasks I’ll HAVE to be doing is trying out dessert recipes, eating cookies, and scrapbooking. IS THIS REAL LIFE! The job only gives me 10 hours right now, but it reduces my MTC shifts from 6 to two and come December I get 20 hours and can officially burn all those atrocious hats.

And this week is not over. Skylar is coming this weeked and I have made plans for us to sleep in, go shopping, and eat at Olive Garden and J dogs. Plus next week Jill is coming to have crazy Halloween fun at haunted houses!

All of this adds up to uncontrollable giddiness.

If I knew how to spell the sound the game makes when Mario finishes a level I would insert it right now….but I don’t so use your imagination.

Failing BYU Is a Slow and Excruciating Process...

2010-09-30T18:36:00.001-07:00

The lesson I Learned Today:

The Relationship between student and teacher is equivalent to pond scum and an olympic gymnast who doesn't even go near ponds.

How I Learned This Lesson:

Silly me,I decided I would write my essay and in some miraculous feat it would be deemed acceptable by the academic world…I was sadly mistaken.

See I came from a world where teachers brought students pizza, and donuts, and would tell hilarious jokes involving men and kilts. They graded on effort not ability, and I welcomed this system like ice cream after a 5 mile run. I didn’t realize that at evil places (BYU!) teachers wanted you to put in a good 20 hours per paper even though you only allotted 4 hours to the project.

So I took my paper in to discuss it with my teacher on Wednesday(a whole two days before it was due)and as I walked into her office I was immediately assaulted by a wall of books. Yes, I realize I also own a ton of books, but the main difference between our collections is mine consists of happy go lucky frivolous reads filled with lolly pops and rainbows………and each of hers weighed more than my head with titles I couldn't pronounce.

My palms began to moisten when I handed her my paper and saw the plaque containing the words Doctorate and NOTRE DAME!

(The Plaque was written in Latin, WHAT. I have to say I like my Latin like I like my zombies, to stay dead.)

Then she started reading it while I started to sweat profusely. And as my words and opinions were shredded and demolished before my eyes I slowly started to shrink in stature until I was drowning in the puddles created by my very own tears and perspiration.

When she was done I quickly gathered up the pieces of my ill-conceived thoughts and ideas and removed my moisture sodden pride from her disappointed eyes, apologizing for ever subjecting her to the excruciating experience that was reading my paper.

Things That Make Me Giggle:

2010-09-18T22:54:00.000-07:00

1. A guy riding on a scooter

2. Two guys riding on a scooter

3. Floral hair arrangements (yes, a flower can look cute in your hair girls, but lets not get carried away. A garden noggin is not a fashion statement!)

4. The big words the other english students while I contemplate buying a dictionary.

5. Single adult dances....*snort*

6. Guys comments on my walking speed. (it's not my fault my femur bone is freakishly long, it simple gets me to places faster.)

7. Kyle yelling, "you're not black," as a walk by with my headphones in. (what can I say I like to ignore the world as a walk to class)

8. Having a 20 lb bag of ketchup spill on me and the MTC carpet. (this moment fully captured me in all my glory)

9. Guys in Skinny jeans and v-neck shirts. Why? because it's gross...... and a little gay.

10. Getting text messages from my brother Adam saying, "have you got any yet?" .....well Adam, have fun explaining to mom what that sentence means ha ha.

Three Cheers for Minimum Wage Jobs!!!

2010-09-17T10:50:00.000-07:00

I arrived early to BYU in hopes that I would find a quality job. My hopes even raised me into believing I could get a job at the coveted Harold B. Lee Library!..... But alas this is me we are talking about and my life has a way of taking the more hilarious route…..

Instead I found a job at the MTC. Do not let the glamour of the MTC name confuse you, I do not work WITH the missionaries, I work FOR the missionaries. My job title, in all its glory, is The Dish Room Worker. This job includes scraping food off dishes, turning over cups, and if I’m lucky, unloading the dishes of 2700 hungry missionaries. And in-between all of the loading and unloading I get to wade through the hot sticky air, permeated with the smell of a thousand flavors. I’m a lucky girl, right?

Do you want to hear the worst part….the uniform includes a hat. I don’t know if you’ve seen curly hair under a hat, but it closely resembles a small woodland creature caught in a very aggressive trap. Once again I tend to make things sound worse than they are. The dish room is an okay profession, even honorable if you throw in the whole, “I’m serving the missionaries,” so I really shouldn’t complain….but I probably still will.

Now on to the next job. On weekends I get to work 6 hour shifts for the even staff at the BYU football games. This job includes directing people to their seats, enforcing crowd control, and telling guests not to stand by the railings and having them yell at me (this actually happened, this mean old man got irrationally mad at me and bawled me out, but I have to say he did come later and apologized). You may wonder if I get to actually watch a BYU football game, well the pamphlet says no…. but I’m known for my rebellious streak so I do it anyways, I just have to be very very sneaky like ( Most of you know authority frightens me, but I’ve come up with a most brilliant plan to openly boast that I’m a rebellion in hopes that it one day might be true). I actually don’t mind this job, and even though I have to sport yet another atrocious hat, I do get into the games for free ;)

Lora's less dramatic take on BYU!

2010-09-09T16:30:00.000-07:00

I realize that I have not blogged in a long time and there is a really great reason for that….I have no time ha ha.

So I’m going to start from the beginning……

Once upon a time my mother left me alone at BYU surrounded by sketchy RM’s, unknown roomies, and sadistic teachers and ever since I have been avoiding tempting tall buildings and sharp objects.

Bahahahahahaha Okay now I’m being dramatic, so far my experiences have been truly awesome!

I got here a week early to search for a job and I have found two so that’s great (no worries I’ll have a separate post dedicated to these quality ‘jobs’ I’ve picked up)

First things first, my house is amazing! It consists of two stories filled with nooks (a breakfast nook and a music nook), kitchens, a dinning room, a living room, and of course 6 bedrooms.

My bedroom is on the ground floor and is the best room ever. I’m sharing it with Anna banana and we have it decorated to the t (not to brag, but we are amazing decorators ha ha).

Are other 8 roommates are wonderful and we have already had the best time together. ( I will put up pictures of our cute house and the lovely girls that dwell in it later)

My first week was nutso and all my classes are proving to be way intense, but I have to say I’m ready for the challenge and I love how much I’m learning. Also my writing skills, spellings skills, and grammar skills need some heavy duty work so hopefully these classes whip me into shape to become the greatest book agent/librarian/teacher/publisher/editor EVER! (okay so I haven’t really completely decided on what I’m going to do, but in my defense I have a lot of research and chocolate to pound before I can choose my entire life’s future).

Did you know that in some schools the class rooms are filled with students who actually want to learn instead of take naps and copy my homework? Neither did I, but apparently BYU is where all of these quality students have been hiding….it’s very unsettling.

Enough with the boring stuff like workload, due dates, psycho teachers, blah blah blah and on to the good stuff.

Social life! (You know, I’m beginning to think that FHE, break-the-fasts, ward pray, and opening socials are all a ploy to get us single folk married…….nah I’m probably just being paranoid)

This weekend was filled with parties, planet earth, break the fasts (did you know the ward feeds you unlimited pie’s and burgers for free just for fasting? Fantastico!!!), midnight ice-cream runs, movies………….

Needless to say I did not do any homework till Monday and I have to say Monday was the longest day ever. Six hours of homework does a lot of damage to curly haired girls such as I.

HELLO BYU!

2010-08-25T10:24:00.001-07:00

I figured since I ended EAC with a quote it was appropriate to begin my BYU experience with yet another one......

"I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am." -Arthur Rimbaud

Europe

2010-05-23T15:48:00.000-07:00

From May 28 till June 11 I will be traveling in Europe!!! If you want to feel extremely jealous you can read all about it on our blog

http://travelingtarts.blogspot.com/

Ciao for now

Packing Up

2010-05-14T10:49:00.000-07:00

This is really weird, but moments of my life remind me of my favorite book quotes and today is not an exception. While I pack for my brief sojourn home, before the reality of BYU hits me, I think of something Daphne Du Maurier wrote.

“Packing up. The nagging worry of departure. Lost keys, unwritten labels. Tissue paper lying on the floor. I hate it all. Even now when I have done so much of it, when I live, as the saying goes, in my boxes…..I am aware of sadness of a sense of loss. Here, I say, we have lived, we have been happy. This has been ours, however brief the time. Though two nights only have been spent beneath a roof, yet we leave something of ourselves behind. Nothing material, not a hairpin on a dressing table, not an empty bottle of aspirin tablets, not a handkerchief beneath the pillow, but something indefinable, a moment of our lives, a thought, a mood.”

“This house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. Today we pass on, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way. We can never be quite the same again.”

For the past few weeks I have been at a loss for words to describe what I feel about leaving EAC and this quote typifies my very thoughts. I am packing up memories, laughs, friendships, moments that have changed my life and I can’t adequately describe how sad this makes me. EAC was one of the best decisions of my life and I am grateful for all of the amazing people I have met and the wonderful times we have had here. So thank you EAC you gave me two wildly marvelous years.

Why am I RISKing my grades?

2010-05-11T22:38:00.000-07:00

In college there is a wide gap between your ambitious daily goals and your what you actually accomplish during the day.

For instance I needed to study for my Tuesday finals. So I made up a strict schedule of study times in order for me to ace them all. But then life got in the way and laughed hysterically at all my silly goals. Here is a chart of what I wanted to happen and what actually happened this last Monday.

Goal: wake up at 9, get ready, and start working on your outline for your final essay in Eng 218.

Reality: woke up at 11

Goal: Eat a healthy meal to ready your mind for finals.

Reality: Went to KFC with friends then walked to Wal-Mart for my 4th Ben and Jerry’s this week.

Goal: Spend afternoon working on outline for Eng 222

Reality: Engaged in epic battle of Risk with friends (Taylor, Brandon, Megan, Cheston, Nick, Marisa, Kelly)

Goal: Study for Biology final until the Closing Social begins

Reality: I took a nap (in my defense Risk took a lot out of me and I needed to sleep off my Ben and Jerry’s hangover)

Goal: After social go home and get to bed early

Reality: Stayed up till midnight and watched a movie with my friends.

In conclusion, I made some pretty bad life choices…..and will probably continue making them since we haven’t finished Risk yet and Taylor and I are owning!

Why Me?!

2010-05-04T18:37:00.000-07:00

Yesterday my cute little Indian physics teacher came up and asked me if I would write a few sentences about how much I love physics. The only catch is I loath physics with every fiber of my being. I would rather be skinned alive and rolled in salt than have to suffer through that class again. But how in the world do you tell that to the sweetest lady ever…..the thing is you don’t, you lie.

Now I have a moral dilemma, what should I say?! So here are a few options and I need your help decided what will be appropriate.

Lie. “Every day I wake up and smile because that is the day I get to journey into the wonderful world of physics. I let out a giddy sigh and thank the heavens BYU forced me to take this class. I skip to the classroom and feel like my soul is finally whole because physics completes me.”

The nifty use of a double meaning: “I came, I learned, I loved”. (I came…with much resistance, I learned…..that I hate football players, I loved….. when a football player almost electrocuted himself in lab)

Truth: “Being in your class is like having my nails slowly ripped out of my fingers. It takes a lot of time, there are tears involved, and there will definitely be scars left over.”

I am facing a serious catch-22!

Introducing the Gila Valley Temple!!!

2010-04-29T21:52:00.000-07:00

I realized that I mostly blog about things that annoy me, people that annoy me, and situations that annoy me ha ha so I'm going to blog about the most amazing thing going on at EAC right now............THE TEMPLE OPEN HOUSE!!!

A new and beautiful temple has just been built in the Gila Valley! It is such an exciting time to be at EAC!

On monday I was able to go through with some of my community mates who were non LDS. It was such a wonderful experience and I loved being able to share it with people from a different religion. I have to admit I started tearing up during the introduction video ha ha the whole time I just kept saying, "be cool Lora, be cool, Patterson's don't cry ha ha."

The inside was beyond words, each room was just so amazing. If you haven't been to the open house you need to go immediately. I plan on going as many times as I can.

Run and hide scumbags, run and hide!

2010-04-23T18:31:00.000-07:00

Many forms of torture have been used over the centuries to inflict pain on others for the sadistic gratification of the torturer. The most effected device of torture was discovered and executed by our very own Residents Towers (congrats guys). Towers have begun to turn the heaters on during the night. By doing these we are unable to go to sleep or stay asleep. These people are sick and twisted!

Every night I know that I will be woken up at an indecent hour perspiring (a lady never sweats) to death. I will than be so irate that I can no longer go to bed. I will proceed to jump into a cold shower fully clothed and sink into my wet bed with a sweet sigh of relief.

I might not have the best sleeping habits, oh what am I saying I hardly get any sleep anymore, but the precious hours that my head gets to spend on my feather pillow are few and far between and the scumbags that are turning the heat on will pay, maybe not today or tomorrow, but someday they will PAY!

How Did This This Happen!?

2010-03-27T22:54:00.000-07:00

So the results of my pole are in....drum role please.....

Europe-2
Saint Johns-4
ASU-5
BYU-6

I have to say I was really rooting for Europe, but alas BYU won and so this will be next years destination. I know this probably isn't the sanest way to decide ones future, but I've never been one for sanity.

So come August I will be packing up and leaving the sunny splendor of Arizona and entering the dark dismal abyss of Utah.

Two years of soul sucking is going to go by fast....right?

Lora vs. High Altitude

2010-03-22T18:09:00.000-07:00

This last week was spring break and I was bound and determined to exercise even if it meant doing it without Enrique (my Spanish elliptical trainer). So I got up Monday morning and decided I would run an hour for optimal weight loss. I started down the block and every thing was going fine and then came the pain......

15 minutes into the run and my lungs felt like they were on fire and I started wheezing hard core. I immediately redirected my run to the fastest route home. I barely dragged my body up the driveway and crawled to the middle of the family room. It was here that I was overcome with hot flashes and couldn't get my swish swish pants off fast enough (to ease your mind I was wearing shorts underneath). Then came the strong need to rid my stomach of all its contents thank goodness it was a false alarm. After the stomach debacle my poor heart was beating as fast as a hummingbirds (nice metaphor huh, I guess English class is paying off). And after 10 minutes of intense breathing exercises I was finally able to get up and grab some crackers and a pillow and then get some well deserved rest.

It was in this position, passed out with my pants lying next to me, that mom found me.

Pathetic right.

Mom deduced that high altitude was the culprit and I deduced that I would never run ever ever again…..and then I baked cookies.

I’m starting to think I need to embrace the college weight instead of making it feel like that annoying smelly person that won't stop following you around.

Heckling, Good or Bad?

2010-03-07T22:19:00.000-08:00

In my physics class there are six tables with four people seated around each of them. Each table has a distinguishing quality about it. One is made up of the football players who stumble in 20 minutes late with a hangover and immediately fall asleep. Another is made up of all the smart boys who taunt us with their vast knowledge for everything physics. And my group is made up girls and because of this our classmates assume that we are stupid, shallow, and very ditsy. This misconception is very annoying to me since I am a straight A student.

Anyhoo, yesterday we were doing a lab and our group was the only group who did the lab perfectly. Everybody else had to restart several times because of their inferiority to our marvelous lab skills. Our teacher even came up and gave us a high five and exclaimed to the whole class how wonderful we were. At this opportune moment I took the time to heckle the smart group with sayings like,

“Who’s stupid now, Huh punks!?” (In retrospect this is not a proud moment)

Because of our awesomenosity our group even got to leave early with the glow of victory fresh on our faces.

Well the next class one of the smart boys came and gave us cookies with a bow on top to congratulate us for doing so well……

yah, I felt like the biggest shmutz

…..but even though my head was hung in shame I was still able to consume a good amount of victory cookies.

Lousy No Good Nit-Pickers!

2010-02-28T20:40:00.000-08:00

In the lunch room the athletes are always complaining about the food,

“Why does my meat have scales?”

“This isn’t supposed to be grey.”

“Last time I ate this I threw up.”

Blah blah blah blah BLAH!

I don’t know what their problem is. I simply step up and say. “I’ll take the brown stuff topped with the lumpy red sauce and the brownie …o it’s a roll?….ahh what the heck I’ll take that too.

I mean it’s not like the athletes are actually chewing it anyway; they’re really just gorging it down their gullet.

So what difference does it make if it’s a substitute meat product instead of the actual thing?

Enrique =)

2010-02-11T18:11:00.001-08:00

Today I would like to introduce you to my personal Trainer, Enrique.

You may believe that every elliptical is the same, but you my friend are incorrect. Enrique is special and is the only thing that stands between me and the sophomore 20 lbs. Everyday Enrique fights a losing battle to my daily indulges of chocolate, popcorn, m&m's, oreos, little debbie snacks, and ice cream. Now I figured the very least I could do was dedicate a post to him :) So thank you Enrique and I apologize for yelling at you yesterday, you were only trying to help.

Ravings of An Innocent Game Worker

2010-02-09T16:51:00.000-08:00

Something hilarious happened to me. Do you remember that guy from my work that never showed up for his shift? Well that same guy went to my boss and told her that I was being mean to him *snort*. He said I had rolled my eyes at the death of his girlfriend’s cousin and I had chastised him for his poor financial decisions.

This takes me back to when I was in second grade and a boy name Val tattled on me for calling him four-eyes. In my defense he wore glasses and he was a BOY named VAL. He should have just had a sign that said ‘make fun of me’ on it. Anyhoo that was the last time I’ve been tattled on until this moment.

But what’s really hilarious about this situation is nothing he said was true! I have barely said two words to this guy and neither of those words included an eye-roll. Luckily my boss has known me for longer and knew that I would never be mean to someone …….unless they really deserve it.

Physics (booooooooooooooo)

2010-02-05T13:49:00.000-08:00

I hate physics, I can’t bear physics, physics is insufferable, I loathe physics, I detest Physics, I abhor physics.

If physics were a person I would squeeze lemon juice in its eyes and kick it really hard.

FYI: Indian accents arn't so cute when they belong to a Physics teacher who you can't understand!!!

Ravings of a Game Room Worker

2010-02-03T17:24:00.000-08:00

Last week I was working my shift in the game room and I was supposed to end at 7. At 7:15 I realized that my replacement had bailed. Now this should not be too shocking since he showed up late the week before because his girlfriend’s sister died (or so he says).

But what really gets me is he came in at 6 during my shift to check when his shift started. Which makes me wonder why he did not just inform me then that he was going to be an irresponsible jerk who intended to leave me in the game room till 9:00 still trying to find a replacement?
I mean really how hard would it have been to say,

“Excuse me Lora, I’m just a stupid negligent boy who had decided to waste your time through my immature actions.”

To which I would have responded in saying,

“Sweet, now I will engage in calling my family and friends and telling them in advance why I do not like you.”

See I can totally be civilized; all you have to do is tell me in advance when you're going to ruin my night.

Anyhoo I guess I just have to be thankful that I got more money to put towards Europe!!!

NeOn PhEnoMeNoN :)

2010-01-24T15:34:00.000-08:00

This weekend was the Neon Phenomenon Dance woot woot!!! My roomies and I decided we would get ready for this by purchasing cheap glasses in the shape of hearts and wearing them around. If you think this is strange you are not the first person to think so nor the last he he.

One of our community mates decided to take pictures of us and they are below. I have to say I am glad I wore them cause one guy who asked me to dance said that when he saw me from across the room with hearts coming out of my eyes he had to dance with me bahahahahahah.

.........This is sadly the smoothest line I have ever heard. (Also the guy was a friend so the comment, weirdly enough, did not make me feel as creeped out as it should have)

If you think I look awkward in this picture you should see me dance. Awkward and uncomfortable have been two ways people have described how my dancing makes them feel. (you think I would stop disgracing myself by now....but nope I thrive on public humiliation)

When the DJ started blowing bubbles into the crowd the first thing we did was run to pop them
.......and no I am not kidding.

As of now my roomies and i are comprising a list of why we don't have friends at EA and this instance ranks #4 (the full list will be disclosed at a later blog)

My Job

2010-01-19T17:34:00.000-08:00

I work in our schools game room and for the last three semesters I have been fortunate to work the day shifts. But recently I have had to work the late shift due to my hectic schedule. While working the late shift I have learned some very important life lessons.

1. Baseball players are vile

2. Football players are cursed with a limited vocabulary made up of swear words.

3. And a lot of creepy people fill the need to come to the game room.

My latest creepy/scary person to come in got mad at me cause I would not give him pool when he didn't have his required I.D. and this is what he said to me.

Me: "Sorry my boss already got mad at the staff for letting people play without there I.D's

Scary man: "So are you going to sue you're boss when something bad happens to you." (said with a smile on his face)

Me: (nervous laughter) ha ha.....maybe.

I swear I have daily run ins with the future Serial Killers of America

WOO HOO!!!

2010-01-15T12:38:00.000-08:00

I DON’T HAVE A ROOMMATE!!!

This wondrous turn of events has gotten me through the fact that mon/wed/friday will consist of classes from 8 IN THE MORNING to 3 P.M (what is this, high school!) and Tues/Thurs will be filled with an 1 1/2 hours of an intensive writing class and a three hour Bio lab and then I get to finish my days with 3 hours filled with all the crazy weirdo’s who come into the game room….but I digress. I can get through any amount of classes as long as I don’t have to come home to a psychopathic serial killer who watches me while I sleep.

These last couple of days has been a little bit overwhelming, but thanks to my wonderful teachers I have had a brilliant go at it. Here are some examples of how my teachers have made my days better.

1.My Physics teacher is this tiny lady with the most amazing Indian accent, which make sense cause she is from India (it’s like she just walked off the set of Indianan Jones and the Temple of Doom). Well she starts telling us of all the cool labs we’ll be doing and one of the will consist of us making authentic Indian food and that’s when a girl in my class says this
Girl: “I love fry Bread,”
Teacher from India: “um…..I’m from India.”
Me:” bahahahahahahaha”.(here’s your sign)

2.In my Biology class a kid walks in ten minutes late and my teacher says……
Teacher: Welcome to Calculus
Freaked out Kid: ........(says nothing just simple turns around and leaves)
Me: “heheheheheheh.”

3.I go into my English 222 class and my teacher tells us that we will be writing an in-class essay and another student asks this.
Student:”How long should our essay be”
Teacher: “A good in class essay is like a Kilt or a ladies skirt, it needs to be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to maintain interest.”
Me: “hahahahahah’’

As you can see (or read) our teachers are hilarious and very very cool.

Also I've included pictures of my Dorm room without a roommate (I love saying that)

This my side of the room, and it is what you see when you walk in.

This is the vacant area ha ha. That desk is my study desk and the extra bed is our movie area.

This is where my Luv Sac resides and where I read all my books :)

This is our pantry where we use the extra closet for food storage and also put our refrigerators in here.

This is my entertainment desk where I.....entertain myself by browsing the Internet and watching t.v.

And finally this is my BED! Where I get to sleep and not have to worry about being watched by a butch girl who wanders at night.

iTunes

2009-12-30T10:37:00.000-08:00

After weeks of tears, depression, and pure rage iTunes is BACK!!! (and I got a new iPod)

911!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-12-10T13:11:00.000-08:00

This post I wanted to blog about all the cool things that are happening like cutting down Christmas trees, going to Christmas programs, and drinking hot chocolate, but that has all been bumped to make room for an emergency.

My iTunes stopped working!!!!

I have spent months compiling all my favorite songs with their actual titles, singers, and album artwork and now it is all gone. I could cry.

I thought things couldn’t get worse until I found out that all my Microsoft programs have seized to operate also. I HAVE FINALS THIS WEEK!!!

The best part is the nerds over in the Tech lab will not help me because it’s a personal problem. It makes me want to hide their glasses and see how they handle that personal problem.

Anyhoo, life is unbearable and now I’m going to go read a book.

P.S. If this following sentence holds any meaning to you because you’re a computer genius please comment. My computer said, “This application has failed to start because its side-by-side configuration is incorrect. Please see the application event log for more details.” It also said, “iTunes was not installed correctly please reinstall iTunes, error 7.”

Turkey Day!!!

2009-12-01T13:10:00.000-08:00

On Thanksgiving day Ryan and Monica had me watch the kids for a bit while they went ran the annual Turkey Trot. For entertainment I had the kids make turkeys out of cupcakes and candy. I loved how each kid had a specific style of turkey. Nicholas's turkeys had red M&Ms everywhere which made the turkeys look like they were bleeding (you gotta love little boys). Audrey's turkeys were utterly perfect, she followed my directions to the t. Sarah's turkeys were hilarious and no matter how many times I explained that the turkeys eyes are not on its butt she continued to put them there ha ha.
This is how the turkeys were suppose to look. Pretty cute huh

This is Ryan and Monica showing off their cool ribbon they got for running.

Although Madilyn didn't participate in the cooking festivities she kept everyone smiling with her cute antics. Jill decorated the table with her beautiful table cloth from Egypt. She's our own fancy nancy.

The Kids Table!

The Adult Table. This years food was beyond good thanks to my families awesome cooking skills.

After we cleaned up cara and I found the wishbone and I say with great pride that I won and now I'm waiting for my wish to come true.

Happy Thanksgiving Eve!!!

2009-11-25T20:22:00.000-08:00

This weekend I decided the best way to document my holiday experience was through various posts showing all my family's shenanigans. Today I woke up in thatcher and had to go to one of my classes cause one of my genius teachers decided the best way to make us all hate him was to have a test on the day before thanksgiving. Well Mr. sociology teacher mission accomplished.

So I show up to class ready to take the test and make a mad dash to my car when he decides to lecture for 30 min. Then he puts it up to a class vote if we want to stay for another 30 min lecture or just take the test and leave. I thought that no one would vote for the later choice, but it seems I underestimated the classes obnoxious suck ups. Five kids voted to stay and learn, who actually goes to class to learn, weird concept huh.

Anyhoo the class slackers and I voted the lecture idea down, so I took the test and scurried to the valley. When I got there I met up with the fam at our favorite hang out spot, COSTCO!!!

At Costco I found exactly what I'm getting Adam for Christmas. (he's like the younger brother I never had)

I also taught Madilyn how to pose for all the holiday pictures ha ha

After we dragged mom out of Costco we went home to cook for Thanksgiving. At home Jill came up with the coolest meal, its called dinner in a pumpkin. What we did was carve out a pumpkin and fill it with a mixture of meat, onions, cream of chicken soup, mushrooms, water chestnuts and different spices. After you fill the pumpkin up you put it in the oven to cook. Then you scrap it out of the pumpkin and scrap some of the warm soft pumpkin sides out too. It was SSOOOOO GOOD :)

This is everyone enjoying the wonderful meal......and Adam being......well Adam.

Later, Adam got a hold of an empty bottle the entertainment possibilities seemed endless. So This is a picture of him drunk...........and this is when he passed out. ( I think the main reasons we keep him around is simply for the laughs ;)

HALLOWEEN

2009-11-03T22:44:00.000-08:00

Every year in the dorms there is a decorating contest for the scariest dorm room. This year my fellow community mates went a little over board. Our story line was that our dorm was a insane asylum, but it had to be condemned after one of the prisoners went crazy and butchered everyone and now it is haunted by their spirits. So the following pictures show how amazing and disturbing my roommates all are ha ha. (o and the finally product had strobe lights and creepy sounds that included laughter, screaming, lightning, and chains rattling coming from all around the room)

This is what people saw when they walked by our dorm.

This where we watch t.v.....and witness terrifying murders.

This is why they shouldn't allow guns in Insane Asylums. (I thought it was standard protocol but apparently not)

These are some of the dead crazies that are haunting the place.

O and this is my favorite, this is the table where the attending doctors performed surgeries on live victims. So on the table there is chains to hold them down and a variety of torture devices that they used. I don't know if you can see this well but there is an eyelash curler covered in blood and an eyeball thats been stabbed by a knive......now that is pretty sick

In order for them to do all of his our room was under constant construction for two weeks. And do you know what I did for two weeks.....sprinted straight to my room because it completely creeped me out.

Suicidal Statistics

2009-10-23T15:14:00.000-07:00

I just finished my Statistics test and do you know that feeling that you get when you know you’re prepared and you know exactly what to expect on a test. So you go to your class with confidence and the most amazing thing happens when the teacher hands you your paper…..

You get it, every problem makes sense and is exactly what you’ve been expecting. Formulas that you spent hours memorizing come to mind within seconds. Your eyes fill with tears of gratefulness and your heart fills with joy. For that glorious hour you are a genius, an intellectual giant, no problem can thwart your personal mission for an A. And when the bell rings you leap out of your chair and skip to the teacher and hand in your highest score yet.

Well have you ever experienced that feeling…..

Yup neither have I

………I think I deserve chocolate

Saturday Surprises

2009-10-19T16:54:00.000-07:00

This weekend I did two unexpected, crazy, and completely out of character things:

First, I woke up early on a Saturday…. 8:00 people!!!!

Second, I went to the gym after I woke up!!!!

I know most of you are sitting staring at this screen in unbelief, but belief it cause I couldn’t make this stuff up.

Since I had never been to the gym so early on a Saturday….or ever on a Saturday for that matter, I didn’t know what to expect. Usually every day of the week there is a certain crowd at the gym for example,

Monday’s are for all the girls who ate too much junk on the weekend and are determined to work out all week......but typically barely make it past Monday.

Tuesday = the regulars

Wednesday’s are the girls from Monday who are mad at themselves for missing Tuesdays work out.

Thursday’s = the regulars

Friday’s are for the girls who know they are going to eat to much on the weeked so they decided to get a head start on burning all those carbs.

This weekend I discovered that Saturday’s are for the elderly.

No joke I walk in and everyone is over 70 and most have canes and walkers to help them get from machine to machine. One guy even had someone carrying him around.

But my favorite person there was this little old lady who could not fathom leaving her pet parrot home so she brought him to the gym in his cage. Now that is a dedicated pet owner.

David and Goliath

2009-10-01T16:03:00.000-07:00

Last night my roomies and I went to eat at the lunchroom and boy were we starving. Some people complain about the food, but I usually can find something really good to eat and being poor and underfed makes you love just about any kind of food that is given to you. Well when we got in line we discovered that it was quesadilla night!!! On these special occasions students are allowed to pick their toppings and have a special quesadilla made up just for them. The line for the quesadillas was much longer then the regular line, but I thought it would be totally worth it. I got to the front of the line and ordered mine with all the toppings I loved and continued to the wall to wait patiently as they cooked it.

Then came the football players from practice. Now these brutes like to cut in line and have on occasion stolen others ordered quesadillas that they have been waiting for. This has always upset me, but no one has been stupid enough to actually take mine so it’s never been a personal problem.

Until tonight when it got personal.

I’m standing waiting for about 10 minutes when Marisa tells me that someone has stolen my order and I knew it would be one of those insufferable football players. So I followed her pointed finger and found my thief.

A 6’8” 300lbs massive giant of a man, but this did not in the least discourage me from clamming what was rightfully mine. This is how the confrontation went down.

Me: Excuse me, is that you’re Quesadilla

Brute: umm….

Me: Cause I’m pretty sure its mine

Brute: uhhhhh….

Me: (with hand outstretched) can I have it back. Thank you

Brute: ( looking like a little boy who has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar) sorry.

BOOYAAA!!!

The quesadilla was retrieved.

(And even though it sounds like I was polite there was a lot of animosity in-between the pleasantries lol)

Great, Just Great

2009-09-15T14:14:00.000-07:00

Ever since I've been back to EA I have been really good about working out everyday. Now to many this is quite shocking since I don't do healthy "stuff".... EVER.

Well today I was working out before work and I barely made it back to my dorm to take a shower before I went to work. I didn't have any time to fully put myself together for the day, but I figured that I would be working in the game room and hardly anyone ever comes in (mom would be so ashamed). SO I ran to work and my boss tells me she wants me to answer phones for her in the main office......

Bahahahahah the one day I look gross I have to work in the main office!!!

I tell you life has a funny way of messing with you.

Blessing in disguise

2009-09-10T14:16:00.000-07:00

This week the air conditioning in our main school building has gone out. Now most kids are complaining about the heat, but I think it’s wonderful. Why you ask, because it’s not just us college kids that are hot…

The teachers are too!!!

And they will do just about anything to get out of the sweating classrooms, even if it means letting class out early. Yup, so far I’ve had three teachers let us out early because they could no longer take the heat. And for a student there is nothing better than class getting out early!

I swear life gets better and better each day :)

Greetings From College

2009-09-01T14:23:00.000-07:00

Hello family.....and anyone else who has stumbled onto this blog!

School is in full swing and I've been so busy that I havent been able to update you sooner on my adventures.

I think the best way to get through all the excitement of my week is to do a day by day break down.

Monday: I woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed and a bit nervous to start a new year….when I notice that all my sheets and blankets were wet. I was so very confused until I looked at my wall, about 10 streams of water was pouring down onto my bed ha ha only I have this kind of luck.
After I moved my bed into the middle of the room and notified the proper officials I went to school.
My classes were really great.
What I haven’t mentioned is my new roommate. Since Anna (my old roomie) decided to abandon me, I was going to have a random raving loony come live with me (thank you Anna :( ). Well I have been waiting for this new girl to move in all weekend and she still hadn’t shown up.

Tuesday: I don’t know if any of you have slept in a tiny bed that is not next to a wall, but it is very unnerving. The entire night I was terrified that I was going to fall out of my bed.

Today my wall stop raining which was a good sign and all of my classes went great. Still no sign of a roommate so I started using her drawers for purse storage and I moved my Love Sac to the middle of the room to make a reading area :)

Wednesday: I moved the bed back to my dried up wall and slept very peacefully. My new roomie still has not shown up so my roommates and I are using her dresser as our personal pantry.

Thursday: Last night the fire alarm above my bed started making this awful screeching noise every 10 seconds on the dot. Needless to say I was not a happy camper and I received very little sleep.
Roomie still hasn’t come, so to liven up her side I started decorating it.

Friday: I got the fire alarm replaced and am very pleased. Today Marisa and I rearranged my room in order to make me a nap/movie watching area. I LOVE having the whole room to my self ha ha.
There was an institute dance that night that was really fun, but I have to admit I only went for the root beer floats.
Mom and Candace also showed up for the weekend to decorate Kyle’s trailer.

Saturday: Today there was a school sponsored scavenger hunt using cell phones and texting. And basically a bunch of people organized into groups of six and we had clues sent to our cell phones and in order to solve them we had to run all around campus. It was sssoooo much fun. My group ended up winning by like 20 min ha ha. After that the fire department came and made a huge slip and slide and a ton of people were there. I had a blast!
That night Mom, Kyle, Candace and I went and watched a movie and ate out, it was a great night lol.

Sunday: Sunday was really great I love my ward. And after church my Bishops wife invited Marisa, Kelly, and me over for dinner. It was so good :)

Well all in all it was a wonderful week and I’m very excited for the rest of the year!!!

Babysitting Madilyn

2009-07-21T15:17:00.000-07:00

Last weekend I went to the valley to babysit my niece at a resort while my sister went to meetings all day. The day started out great madilyn was happy, she took a long morning nap, and was being really cute and sweet. Then came lunch...

Madilyn refused to eat her vegetables and when I told her to stop knocking the spoon away this happened. Apparently she did not find my tone acceptable. The rest of the afternoon she did really great and at dinner she kept making the cutest faces that I found adorable.

So the weekend was really fun and I hope Madilyn doesn't harbor any hard feelings over the lunch incident.

Finals Playlist

2009-05-05T11:51:00.000-07:00

Everyday I listen to a playlist on my ipod when I walk back and forth from classes. And with finals coming around I made a playlist that was sure to express my feelings towards finals haha ya there is definately a theme with the titles.

Under Pressure by Queen

I Say A Little Pray For You by the guy off My Best Friends Wedding

Stayin' Alive (barely) by Bee Gees

I Will Survive (Public speaking) by Aretha Franklin

Suppermassive Black Hole by Muse

Smile (though your heart is breaking) by Nat King Cole

Winner Takes it All by McFly

(psychology) Gives You Hell by All American Rejects

All These things I hate Revolve Around Me by Bullet for My Valentine (wow this ones really crazy)

But seriously music really helps in stressful situations :)

Happy....wait what holiday is it?

2009-05-04T15:44:00.000-07:00

Today was my first day of finals, and let me tell ya it has been a blast….and by blast I mean its been awful. Not only is every one plagued with the feelings of wanting to burst into tears from all the stress, but on top of that we’re freaking out from all the weight we’ve gained by eating massive amount of chocolate to cure the stress. (wow life is an evil circle)

But the lunchroom knew how we would be feeling so they decided to spice life up with decorations and a nutritious meal. But the funny thing with the lunchroom is their inability to correctly decorate for a holiday. Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo, so there was red, white, and green streamers it was all very festive. Until we got to the milk dispenser, there in plain view is this.

I don't know about you guys but I thought Cinco de Mayo had something to do with Mexico...my mistake.

Well after that fiasco I got in line for lunch and I decided on a simple burrito because I figured the lunchroom could not mess up beans and cheese.

I sat down to eat to find that the burrito tasted funny. So I opened it to find turkey, stuffing, cranberries, sour cream, spinach, mayo, and guacamoli. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!

What kind of sick joke is that?

My roommates and I just started laughing, only the geniuses at the lunchroom would think that this would be deemed acceptable by college kids. Needless to say I through it away.

Sometimes you just have to say no.

The Cherry On Top

2009-04-17T12:02:00.000-07:00

About an hour after I wrote that last post I realized I HAD to go to my public speaking and psychology classes cause I have tests in both. So I ran blindly to school and sat through two hours of mind numbing class while people did double takes on my weird eye to find that both teachers postpone the tests.

Great, just great

My lack of an immune system

2009-04-17T08:41:00.001-07:00

So this morning I woke up ready to greet the day when I realized I couldn't open my EYE! I ran to the bathroom to find Quasimodo staring back at me. That's right one of my eyes was swollen shut and the other was very very pink. When I finally got the other open it was pink with some weird stuff in it that looked strangly familiar.....that's when I remembered my little niece who I had played with who had PINK EYE

dun

dun

dun

(dang you madilyn)

So I layed in bed while I waited for the doctors office to open and remembered all the good times I've had this year with diseases. I've had the common cold 5 times, stomach flu 4 times, strep throat once, a strange case of hives, and now pink eye. All in all a great year:)

Now I'm going to wait to go to the good doctor and get eye drops. You may wonder why I'm not going to class in the mean time...well aside from the fact that I look grotesque and my eyes are blurred up from some weird goop (great imagery right) I broke my glasses three weeks ago. Swell isn't it?

Well I'm off to go ring some bells
(the first was my eye in the morning and the second was my eye later that day, big improvement right. O and I know this is weird to post but its to cool not to)

My Birthday (it was on March 27, so this is really late)

2009-04-13T14:38:00.001-07:00

On my birthday I awoke to the faint noises of my roomies shuffling about. Now I usually wake up to this because they all decided that mornings are to be enjoyed through exercise while I decided that if anyone woke me up before 8 I would kill them.

Anyhooooo I woke up and they were surrounding me singing a rap and dancing for MY BIRTHDAY! (ya I’m not kidding) So I got up and found to my surprise balloons and streamers covering my room. How cool is that.

Then they had me open my gifts and every one of them gave me my favorite candy. There was a huge bag of Plain M&Ms, my favorite chocolates, and triple chocolate M&Ms, and that’s when I knew that these people GOT me. They even got me popcorn with M&Ms which if combined create a life changing experience. I was so excited.

I also got a cd from Anna and an iTunes card from Marisa. So for the rest of the day I bought really fun music.

On my way out of our room my roomies made a path that had little squares that tell you to go ahead 2 or go back 3...well I got stuck on go back 3 and thats why I was so late to English (thanks a lot kelly). Yah I did go to school (I know, who goes to school on their birthday!) I was tempted to skip, but what was I going to do all day….sit in my room. Fun.

Well that night we went and ate out at Casa Manana and then we went to Kelly’s sister’s house to make Pazookies. If you have never had one of these you are missing out my friend. What you do is make giant cookies but you don’t cook them all the way through they you put ice cream on them and eat um ….mmmmmmm delicious.

After we ate we went back to the dorm and did really crazy makeup and got all dressed up and played America’s Next Top Model…..yup we’re that weird. After that we made popcorn with M&Ms and watched a movie.

It was a great day, and thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday and to my roomies who made it amazing.

The Dance

2009-03-30T14:38:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday my friends and I got all gussied up and went to a dance. The dance was out in discovery park in a three story building…how cool is that. Need I say we were all very excited….

until we got inside.

There were only a couple of people and all of them were high schoolers, YIKES, and yes I know it was only a year ago that I was a little tike excited for a big college adventure, but now I get to look down on these youngiens (kidding and yes I frequently make up my own words).

We decided to stay and make it cool bahahahaha.

Well pretty soon tons of college kids came and it got really fun for a bought 30 minutes and then there were too many people. (I sound like Goldie locks).

Soon the dance floor got crowded and very interesting. Growing up in Saint Johns my idea of dancing is bobbing up and down and on a slow dance being a good foot away from your partner. This was NOT how they were dancing; I just couldn’t fathom how anyone would be comfortable doing what they were doing. Not only did it not look fun but it seemed highly scandalous. I could go into details but this is a family blog. All you need to know is that they were all very close to each other and it wasn’t pretty. They basically showed Baby and Jonny what real dirty dancing is all about (if you have not seen the movie Dirty Dancing….you are not missing out. Sorry if that offends anyone).

And the most shocking thing about the dance was they were mostly Mormons. WHAT!?

My roommates and I were flabbergasted, and there were return missionaries dancing too. Now my roomies and I are going to make it mandatory that we see our husbands dance before we’re married, the more awkward and far apart the better hahaha. I have to mention there was a return missionary who came up to us and was as disturbed as we were. Needless to say he got major points in our book, as did all the guys that looked liked deer caught in headlights at the dance. (didn't know girls kept points, well now you do)

Anyhoo we still had fun in our little corner bobbing away. I love how weird my roomies and I are :)

Best Day EVER!

2009-03-25T14:27:00.000-07:00

Today has been GrEaT so far, do you want to know why...

1. I got B+ on my paper in English with minimal work Booya! thats a baby step from an A

2. I got an A+ on a speech in my Public Speaking class Woo Hoo!!!

3. All the lights went off on campus.....this has endless possibilities

I won't have to go to work with the lights off

All my classes will be canceled

The lunchroom might have to start giving away barrels of their melting ice cream

I will finally get to....

The lights just came on

CRAP

(though the girl stuck in our elevator will probably be happy... huhhhhh whatever)

Irreconcilable Differences

2009-03-23T21:02:00.000-07:00

This weekend I went home for a few days of relaxation (if you count hauling barrels of leaves out of my yard relaxing) and came back to my dorm which was in complete chaos! Two of my community mates are moving out due to irreconcilable differences and drug related issues.
One of them, I’ll call her Julie, has the cops in our community looking for her cause her roommates caught her with drugs

nice.

And the other one, Sally, has been such a big meanie to her roomie that she is now blessing said roomie by removing herself. Well to truly understand the situation of Sally I’ll have to tell what happened last week. I walked into my community and was disgusted, there was dishes in the sink that has some kind of fungus growing in them and there was a two month old bouquet of flowers still sitting on our counter letting off a foul odor. All of these dishes and flowers belonged to SALLY! And to top it off I was talking to my roomie Kelly, who has mono, who said that someone (cough cough sally) had been using her spoon and bowl and leaving it dirty on the counter, GROSS!

So I kindly wrote a very nice note saying please do not use other people’s dishes and throw away your flowers. Also Kelly wrote that they needed to clean their (sally’s) dishes.

Someone (ahem Sally) wrote back saying, My dearest Roommates you are so immature. Mature people clean everyone’s dishes when the sink is dirty, we’re in college (o that’s where I am, I thought I was in hell).

bahahahahahaha What kind of logic is that? The only dirty dishes were hers!

Anna and I thought this was hilarious, we just laughed and laughed. Seriously, that’s the kind of argument you want to use, maturity is cleaning up after yourself not hoping someone does it for you. So we kindly wrote back that anytime she wanted to be mature and clean our dishes (if we ever have any) she was totally welcome to. YES I know this was not the mature way to go about things but it was hard to resist a sarcastic comeback to such an easy target, I kind of hope she gets Kelly’s mono hahaha kidding, I’m kidding…sort of.

So now sally is leaving….I think our sink will be very lonely without her dishes.

Halloween

2009-03-18T14:50:00.001-07:00

Yes I know that it is no where near Halloween but I thought I would do a recap on the EAC days before the blog. For our first college Halloween my roommates and I did not get the memo that Halloween was an excuse for girls to dress immodest and be a princess or a fairy in tights and a mini skirt. I too was a fairy, but instead of going the cute/ho route I dressed just about as ugly as I could get. Anna and I bought fake blood to put on our necks so it looks like our throats were cut and painted our faces white with dark hollow cheeks. It is reported that when my mom saw the pictures she said and I quote," Ya they are not getting asked to dance." MEAN! But my roommates and I did not care, cause what is Halloween without zombies. Soooo we freaked people out at least we'll always have good memories.

Happy Saint Patricks Day (The Art of Blog)

2009-03-17T14:23:00.000-07:00

I finally figured out how to post pictures, playlists, and let people leave comments. So i'm going to start showing you all the fun things my roommates and I do. Just yesterday we found this million dollar bill on someones car. Well we picked it up and apparently its a religious card that aks if you do certain sins then condems you to hell. Anna and I just loved it, we took pictures with it and ended up going through the parking lot that night and stealing some for our room. So I'll have to post those pics later tonight.

So this picture is when Candace and I were in Target and we found to our amusement Beer hats for Saint Partricks day. Since we are lowly poor college students we had to take a picture instead of actually buying them. And today Anna and I found beer looking bottles that actually contain Cream soda for tonights festivities. It is very exciting.

(I feel like I have mastered the art of blog hehe)

Why you should stick with the Classics.

2009-03-16T14:45:00.000-07:00

At the lunchroom the workers have begun to get really creative. Instead of giving us, o lets say pie, they serve us chocolate cake and put in on top of chocolate pudding and then sprinkle it with Oreo crumbs. Now I have been one to make fun of this and say the occasional, “Who does that to food,” but I decided to change my ways and try it before I knocked it. So I went into the lunchroom with the intent of grabbing whatever the dessert was and eating it even if my survival instincts were shouting, "Noooo!".The delectable dish for the day was lemon jello with strawberry yogurt and topped with granola and gummy bears, o lucky day. It was like eating chunky, strawberry sauce and chasing it with a shot of Pinesol, sweet and refreshing. Well it did add an extra zing to my day, but now I can say with an informed mouth, “Who does that to food.”

Assignments

2009-03-04T11:53:00.000-08:00

I would love to say that the first thing college students do after they get homework is say, “o boy,” and skip to their rooms to do it immediately….but that would be a lie. What usually follows is, what I have perfected, procrastination. We could have gotten the assignment for our project weeks in advance, but when do we do it? The night before. Procrastination only brings feelings of dread and doom and so you would think we would learn from it and do our assignments in a timely fashion, but we don’t. It’s like we completely ignore all the bad things that come from last minute assignments such as; bad grades, acne, itchiness, and being constantly on the verge of tears. You may question my motives for this blog, well I know a certain someone who has a 10 page paper that’s due on Friday, ME! It’s not like I planned for this to happen, I thought I had plenty of time to do the paper and now the feeling of terror is setting in. And what’s really funny is I took time to write on my blog instead of working on my paper. And to really top it off I have 450 questions to study for my psy midterm on Friday. Yup I love college!
(don't worry mom I'm officially locking myself in my room)

Story Telling

2009-02-28T14:42:00.001-08:00

Last night I went to an extra credit thing for my public speaking class. It was at 7:30 and me and a bunch of girls decided to make it a date and go together. The "thing" was a story teller in discovery park. It turned out to be really neat and even though it was really cold and I lost all feeling in my toes, i had a good time. The story teller was telling us how he rides from town to town on his bike and tells stories for a living. Which makes me wonder why my mom made such a big deal about getting an education. If I knew there were other options out there I definately would have done something different. So I am now exploring the idea of going to Europe and riding my bike town to town and living on my wits. You guys are all welcome to come visit me :)

Trust Your Gut Feeling

2009-02-22T16:55:00.001-08:00

Last night I got really bored cause my rommates all ditched me for family, boyfriends, and school. (I don't think any of these things qualify as good reasons to leave me, but whatever). SO I went to the magical land of walmart (I really wish we had a target, walmart stinks) and walked around for awhile. When I was heading home I was closing in on a yellow light, and if I sped up I might be able to make it. But a little voice told me to stop instead. About a second later a cop car pulls up next to me and another one came behind me. I was so relieved that I stopped or else I definately would have got a ticket (thatcher police are known for being jerks). So thank goodness that did not happen cause i have a feeling my mom would not have been very understanding to me running a red light. I ended up spending the night reading my new book Woo Hoo!!! Who needs roommates right!? (jk if any of my roommates read this, and please don't hurt me in my sleep)

The Incoherent Bandit Strikes Again!

2009-02-19T17:51:00.000-08:00

Today my friend Carly came to my work and we started talking. Well she starts complaining about a guy that is following her around and she can't understand anything he is saying. Thats when I knew, she was the newest victim of The Mumbler. I thought this was hilarious. Well I guess he has been calling her all the time. Which made me wonder why girls give their numbers out to strange guys. I don't know about you, but if a guy makes me feel uneasy when we first meet, there is no way I'm giving him a way to contact me wherever I am. Thats just silly.

The Mumbler

2009-02-18T11:55:00.000-08:00

Here at EA my roommates and I have come across a lot of interesting people, namely guys. Now when I say interesting I mean guys ranging from slightly off to complete crazies. A couple of these guys have made such an impact on our lives that we have made up nic-names to describe them. We have Vampire Guy, Brownie Boy, The Giggler, Guy Who Makes Us Feel Uncomfortable, and have recently added a new guy to this group of odd men named The Mumbler. Now The Mumbler got his name because he mumbles to the point where you can’t understand him. My first encounter with the Mumbler went like this

Mumber: flhey hkwhaut bis uryour memename.

Me: uh……..excuse me

Mumbler: Hldou mmyou mmwhave a mmboyfriend

Me: (I caught the word boyfriend and even thought I don’t like to lie I said this) um…sure.

I thought since I had made up a fake boyfriend that this would give him reason to stop coming by, but instead he visits me every day at work and talks to me for 15 minutes on average. I have yet been able to distinguish what he is saying. Our conversations consist of me saying Ya, no, um.., excuse me, and what did you say. Well after our initial awkward conversation I see him everywhere I go and yesterday Marisa came home and started complaining about this guy who she can’t understand who is following her and I immediately made the connection. We both knew The Mumbler! I guess we are not the first to be stalked by this incoherent bandit and certainly not the last. Even though I have come up with clever devices to keep The Mumbler at bay (such as pretending I’m on the phone with someone, or hiding behind bushes) he still finds me, he has memorized my work schedule....yikes!

Laundry

2009-02-12T13:15:00.000-08:00

Here at college students are all participating in a game that some don't realize they're in. Its called "How long can I go with out washing this". The rules are basic, every time you wear something you smell it to so see how long you can go before others realize how bad you stink. Some are better at this than others. I for instance have perfected the art of smelling great (if I do say so myself) and still making it home before my clothes need a good scrubing. This saves me time and money and I get to bypass the questionable washers at the dorm. Sometimes my careful planing fails and I have to wash my clothes at the dorm. It makes me miss the magical hamper in my bathroom where I could put dirty clothes in and in a day they would appear washed and folded on my bed. (I still wonder how this happened, washing fairies?).

This Weekend

2009-02-08T19:55:00.000-08:00

This weekend we went to a BYU perfomance called Living Legends. It was pretty awsome, but we soon realized what BYU was really trying do.... convert people. They sang I am a child of God and also kept singing about getting an education which is weird cause the program was about ancient Indians and I’m pretty sure they didn’t have college back then. Also a voice kept coming on telling about the ancient people and it basically was the story of the Book of Mormon. My favorite was when the dance moves started to resemble getting baptized. As you can see we were not fooled by clever Mormons. Ha Ha you got to love BYU (well….except Adam).
On Saturday we woke up at about 11 (we went to bed at 3 in the morning so we're not as lazy as it sounds) and that night we went to the Basketball game. It was a really good game and our team won with a shot at .8 seconds left on the clock. The crowd went crazy, it was amazing. Then there was a dance in the room right above ours. Well we decided to check it out and basically it was just an excuse for guys to smoke questionable things and jump up and down. We soon had to leave because the air quality was less than perfect. After, we were going to go watch a movie outside, but chickened out cause the dance had just broken up and we feared for our safety ha ha. We ended up watching Groundhogs Day inside. You can’t go wrong with Bill Murray.

Audrey Hepburn

2009-02-05T15:19:00.000-08:00

So I have to write a information speech and I decided to do it on Audrey Hepburn. I love her, not only is she an amazing actress she is a humanitarian that has helped children all over the world. Well I had to do a survey to see what people thought of her and.... only three people knew who she was. WHAT!!! I was Flabergatsed, what kind of world are we living in where kids know who homer simpson is but no idea who the great Audrey Hepburn is.
Anyhoo my report is due tomorow and I'm really nervous cause I've heard the teacher is a really hard grader. I guess all you can do is your best....and if you get a bad grad you toilet paper his house ha ha I'm kidding ...maybe.

Rumors

2009-02-05T14:47:00.000-08:00

So I decided to start blogging cause its a cool way to keep a journal .... and I get really bored at work.
You have got to love small towns. Here at EA a 50 year old women dies in a canal and somehow the story is three college girls have been brutally stabed dozens of times. And whats worse is the police have decided not to talk about it so the rumors are getting crazier and crazier. So I know that as a girl I should not go walking by myself, but these rumors are making me scared to go from my apartment to the library at 9 o'clock at night. Seriously this guy (I'm sure he is an upstanding citizen) is walking behind me and I start imagining kidnapping scenarious ( I think this is partly my mom's fault, she puts ideas in my head). So I start a sort of walk/run to my apartment and make a total fool of myself ha ha.
Ok so Marisa Brown is running for office so as her dedicated roomate I have decided to become her campaign manager. So last night we made posters for like and hour and went out to put them up. Now its like 1 in the morning, so probably not the smartest time to go out in the dark next to the football players dorms and put up posters....but we did it anyway. I'm happy to say no one died.