Positive!!

So I need to be more positive on my blog... my apologies to those who read my last post and thought I hated the world. I don't, really. I was merely getting out a little bit of frustration.
There really is a whole lot of things to be thankful for. I have shelter from the wind that tears through Rexburg with a vengeance. The weather's been warming up nicely, despite the snowfall on Monday. So warm it's actually raining right now. My friends are wonderful, and keep me sane. I have parents that support me more than most other students have. I have so many wonderful examples in my family of how I want to be. In two weeks, I get to go back to the best place in the world. I am packing my long sleeved shirts and warm weather clothes for the next 5 months, and each bin filled makes me happier. I am healthy, and happier than I have been for a long time. I have no idea why, just enjoying the ride!

It's that point in the semester

Just a quick post... ahhhhhh I'm so ready to go home. Not all aspects of college are bad/annoying/crazy right now... just most of it. Someone said it best in their talk yesterday... "you know when there are those things your roommates do, when at the beginning of the semester you thought were funny, and now just drive you nuts?" haha ummm yep. I wouldn't say everything my roommates do are annoying, because I love some of my roommates. Just when they steal my bread/soda/napkins. And talk on the phone (or yell at each other) in the bathroom at 8 in the morning when i'm trying to squeeze every second out of the precious sleep i get. I love that this is how every semester goes... I leave wondering why I ever wanted to leave such beautiful weather in California, spend most of the semester loving it up here and not thinking twice of going home, but by the end I am so fed up with the petty drama that comes with living with girls that I can't get home fast enough. All I'm going to say (as I don't know how many people actually follow the link on my Facebook page to my blog) is that I'm glad to be moving out. It will be good for a change. I know that living with people will show you their worst side. I just had no idea how bad it really was. It's pretty bad, so I just gotta keep myself as detached from the drama as possible. As it is right now, the madness is inspiring me to stay in the library, which is good for my grades. As far as I know, I'm doing pretty well in most of my classes. I have no idea how I'm doing in my science class, because he never tells us. Soooo.... We'll find out I guess!
On a more petty note, I have a few cute pictures from yesterday... Gabrielle did my hair for church and people liked it, so we got a few pictures. Here's me and Rachel:

And of course they had to get me and Brandon (I'm doing that to show off my new shoes that I swear I didn't buy on a whim... Brandon picked them out for me)

My head looks so much bigger than his... I blame my genes.

Traditional Party

Tonight we went to another party... Sorry that's all I blog about... I just don't have anything else to report. It was ok, Rexburg is not known for their partying skills. They had "Monster Pong", where you have cups with a little bit of Monster in them, and you try and bounce a Ping-Pong ball into them. If you do, the other team has to drink it. Rachel and I were "Team Tami", because we love our manager Tami and all. We almost beat the other team, but they threw the ball in the last cup just before we did. I haven't had an energy drink in a LONG time, so it's good it was only a tiny bit of drink in there:

I know it kind of violates the "avoid the appearance of evil" rule, but something that's thrown by Rexburg Housing has to be Honor Code approved... I think.
There was also a dance, which was fun. What really caught my attention was the mechanical bull. Now, I've ridden one before,  so here, just compare the two faces I made last year and this year:

Last year ^

This year^ (Note: My shirt is NOT that low, my skin is just that white that the flash washed it all together...)
Total bliss, right? Thanks Brandon, for catching that awesome moment on film.
So the dance was ok, I just hate it when kids act like "Oh my gosh, my parents are not here to monitor me!" and just go crazy. Fortunately, I was with Brandon who has more self control than that.

That's it, the end. You know I put this post up simply for the sake of putting pictures up... especially this last one.

I can't wait to Move out...

We got in major trouble for clean checks last night... BIG trouble. Lauren didn't take the trash out... so we got charge $10 each. And we got charged $25 for having pet fish. Seriously?! Look at them! what did they ever do to Tami?

(The fish in the middle, Tigger, died 2 weeks ago)

I mean, come ON, Tami. I'd like to tell her where she can put the clean check form.... In the trash can, obviously. So now I'm going to clean the kitchen and my room in between my classes that I actually have. And not pay $25 for the fish... They're going to Brandon's place. So i'm sitting here while Meg is leaving a mess on the counters... I'm going to tell Tami that it was clean when I cleaned it up, because i JUST did it. And left a threatening note on the door. Some people.
I'm quite enraged by this.

Stupid Radio

I was just listening to this song on the radio that goes "Whataya want from me?" It was really good, albeit really cliche pop style. Turns out... it's by Adam Lambert. Eeeewwwwww. I don't think I can be considered to have good taste in music anymore.
On the plus side, I found this little boutique today, and got this shirt for $9:

I feel confident in my purchase... It's cheap and everything. I'm not going to blow off all my money in this store... but it's so tempting.

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn

Last night Rexburg Housing threw a party at the Marriott (I didn't even know we had one in Rexburg). It started at 8, so at about 9 Brandon, Rachel and I strolled in. You know the saying, the party don't start til I walk in. I was relieved to see that this held true in Mormon dances, but was quickly disappointed by the fact that the party did NOT pick up as soon as I entered. Of course, this description is all for the sake of being facetious (which IS my word, and not Meg and Liz's), but it's pathetically accurate. There were about 25 kids on the dance floor, and 24 of them were in high school. The other one was a 27 year old I knew. I knew this party was going to be hopping when a scene kid pulled out rave toys and started playing with them. We attempted a few pathetic times to dance, but I never felt comfortable with it. Fortunately, Rachel is comfortable dancing all the time, she kind of reminds me of Pica. So I kept trying... I'm just not comfortable dancing when i'm with boys. Then our FHE sisters showed up. Since 3 of them are RM's, I wasn't quite sure how they felt about dancing at a party. They did NOT disappoint... it was awesome! Right about the time "Don't Trust Me" came on, I was feeling pretty good about this party. I was screaming the words the whole time, but my voice was gone, so it made for a good time.
The music quickly picked up in quality, and I ended up actually having fun with my FHE sisters, despite the fact that the hot RM sisters were getting violated by little kids the whole time. It was pretty funny, actually. Too bad it took more than half the semester to realize how much fun they really were. Now it's 130 AM and I need to finish my Sunday School lesson... in the morning. Thank goodness for 1230 PM church, I'll just get up early and finish it.

Completely Random and Pointless, but Cute nontheless

"Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!"

Thank you, Bambi.

Pet Peeves

I "Do not Care for":
1. When people drop names to sound cool, or pretend to be in on inside jokes that they know nothing about.
2. People who introduce themselves as Disney characters (Trust me, it HAPPENS.)
3. When a guy loses his spine when the girl he likes is around (especially when that girl happens to be me)
4. A girl who settles for way less than she deserves
5. Liars
6. Teachers who play favorites (especially when i'm not one of them)
7. the slush that's filled with rock salt and burns into my shoes
8. Falling on the ice
9. Going back on your promises
10. "Party in the USA"
11. People who sing above song all the time
12. Useless TV
13. When we run out of toilet paper
14. People who make a big deal out of things that actually aren't
Part 2 to come soon

(Note: I am NOT depressed, nor do I have any antisocial thoughts. Just listing some pet peeves so people can see them)

Music

The type of music that you listen to defines who you are. I have found so many times that when I sit in someone's car, and their music comes on, I instantly judge them. Hardcore music? They think their lives are hard. Same with the whiny music like Owl City and Dashboard Confessional. Rap? Think they're thugs. If you like "my" type of music, you're cool. Pop? They obviously follow the trends. It's just too easy to classify people by the music they prefer. (Note- I'm listening to rap right now, so I can classify myself in any of those genres)

But it goes further than that. Music DOES define you in the end. Music can change your emotions at the drop of a hat. People say things to music that they wouldn't say normally. Happy, sad, angry, sexual, anything. I still get an adrenaline rush from "Take a Bow" by Muse, although that may be because of "Big Brother". I have playlists for dancing music, which always gets me on my feet; pumping it up, which gets me ready to work out; chill music, which makes me relaxed, etc.

I realize that I need to be more selective in the music I allow on my computer. I have some music which is so fun to play and listen to, but that was the only song someone heard to get to know who I was, they would totally get the wrong idea. Maybe I should edit my music.

The Great Escape

Last night we went to a cocktail party... without the alcohol of COURSE. Actually, I'm pretty sure someone showed up drunk, because halfway through the night I could smell alcohol. But anyway. It was thrown by some exceptionally well dressed guys in our ward, so we knew it was going to be a classy event. We dressed up in dresses (i dont even know what a cocktail dress is supposed to look like, so I just put a dress on) and heels and went over. I wore my BIG heels, which made me a good 5 inches taller than I am now. I kind of liked the change in view.

 

And this is me without heels on:

 

So it was a fun night... they played some pop music but it was mostly older stuff. Nobody was dancing dirty or anything like that, and besides the drunk person that was somewhere in the crowd everyone behaved themselves. Some of the songs were slower... which I hate. Fortunately I had someone there to dance with, even though a few other guys beat Brandon to it a few times and danced with me. The hosts also had drinks for sale at the bar, such as Shirley Temples and Roy Rogers (which I thought was called 'Rolls Royce' oops), and so we got some peach fuzz, Shirley Temples, and Mint Mojitos. Ohhh baby, they were good.

So now I'm enjoying the rare quiet periods in my apartment... I should be preparing my Sunday School lesson, but instead I'm on here and making Mac and Cheese (Three cheese with mini shells). I'll get on it now that I'm done, I'm just letting We Shot the Moon's album serenade me instead of the TV.