Thursday, October 25, 2007

Lists. I Love Them!

I love lists. To do lists, grocery lists, classes to take next semester, things to get at the family’s, goals, Wilson quote lists, people to call, books to read, and boys I’ve kissed... Maybe it makes me feel more in control of my life. Maybe I like them because they aid me in procrastination: I feel productive because I have everything written down and organized, so let’s save the actual doing for tomorrow…or at least later today.

Procrastination is my sin
It brings me much great sorrow.
Alas! I must o'ercome it now!
(I think I'll start tomorrow . . .)

You might have noticed half of my blog entries are lists…it’s just so much easier. Anyway, today I’ve decided to post two lists. I actually had a lot of fun putting these together and keep adding things. Thanks to all who have commented and contributed to the list! :)

Things I Love:
reading for fun
missed calls on my phone
chocolate fountains
comments on my blog :)
new contacts
smelling good

getting up on the wakeboard for the first time
classical music
when class is cancelled
not having to be the one to make Friday night plans
Gerber daisies
eating at restaurants
Feegee weegee stories
grandfather clocks
blueberry muffins
family journals when I was in the cute stage
Special Times with Mom
nieces and nephews who rest their head on your shoulder when you're holding them

riding in the car at night
the smell of cinnamon
the smell of vanilla
Dad singing "Gutenacht" to us before bed
car trips
screaming in scary movies
barbeque chicken pizza
good deals
the burning bush in front of our house
mini coopers
head and shoulder massages
getting into bed early
watching Fiddler on the Roof
dinners with a 5 minute prep time
fluffy pillows
the lights at Temple Square
writing poetry
visiting Dad in his office
staying up late talking
being pleasantly surprised when I come out of the Testing Center and look at my score (unfortunately, this rarely happens)
sitting around in the dark after family prayer
feeling cute
the fam

And, since there must be opposition in all things:

Things I Don't Like:
scandalous comments on my blog
girls belting "O, Canada!" outside my window at 12:30 am
bad breath
crane flies
moldy cheese
split ends
boys who read the "and I find more bitter than death the woman" verse in Ecclesiastes for their spiritual thought in Seminary
facial hair
being bad at things
male chauvinist pigs
low test scores
hairy legs
V-neck T-shirts
writing papers
cigarette smoke

Cork (evil of all evil games)
yellow teeth
warm milk
moths (or any other disgusting flying-crawling insect) in my hair
messy rooms
people who rip on Utah or "Utah Mormons"

scratching on chalkboards
sand between my toes
long fingernails (especially on boys)
canker sores
pens that don't work
saying no
people who act like they know what they're talking about when they don't
chapped lips
being made fun of for being innocent/guillible

smelly kitchen washrags
Mormon movies like Singles Ward
bee stings
overly friendly boys
retainer breath
swear words
feeling stupid and/or awkward
heavy backpacks
dirt under my nails
overflowing toilets (Becca can attest to this one)
the beeping walk signal with which the white man serenades me 24/7
paper cuts
irritated tastebuds
bumping my funny bone
charlie horses


Wednesday, October 24, 2007

The Beauty of Living in the Closest Dorm To Campus

I woke up at 8:48 this morning and was only 15 seconds late to 9:00 class, thank you very much.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Top Five Reasons ... Why I Will Never Be Bulimic

After having been sick this weekend, I have come to the following conclusions on why you will never find me on the bulimia nervosa list:

1. I love the taste of food WAY too much to want to re-experience it half-digested and combined with stomach acid, coming up the wrong way.
2. Who wants to spend half their life crouched over a toilet? (it's less than enlightening...and not very pleasant-smelling)
3. I'd like to keep my teeth white and decay-free, thank you.
4. I can't throw up quietly...although I certainly tried on Saturday.
5. The taste of throw-up.

Wow, and I just had the stomach flu. I suppose I'll become much more acquainted with the particulars during my first trimester of pregnancy. Good thing I have a few years to prepare myself to stomach it (no pun intended).

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Today's Top Five

Everyone needs a pick-you-up-er around midterms. For this reason, I’ve snuck into Suzy’s account, and am happy to bring you today's Top 5!

Five great things about Suzy

1. She’s got such cute little feet, and never rubs it in when my big size 9 ½ shoes are next to her little 6’s.

2. She can produce a mean hairball [If you doubt the accuracy of this statement, invite her over to read her scriptures with you around 10pm. As sure as the sun rises each day, she’ll whip a hairy one up before the chapter’s done. But she always keeps it in a nice, clean ball.

3. She can take out a package of Life cereal in a week. And if she doesn’t have Life on hand, she can live off a piece of toast, or three, per morning. Or maybe 5 pieces of pizza if Edna Maturlo isn’t watching.

4. Two words: gorgeous hair.

5. She knows all the good studying places in the HBLL, and could probably find her way to the Law Library from her dorm room blindfolded.

I can't stop now, I'm on a roll!

6. She’s generous with her meal plan, and constantly supplies her siblings with Creamery food.

7. She’s NEVER bought an item from a vending machine, even on campus with her meal plan card. [And probably never told a lie, or chewed with her mouth open.]

8. “But my socks are getting wet….but they’re wet.” Classic cute little Suzy. Boys: don’t ask her on a date to make caramel apples. Just trust me. We’ve got proof.

9. If you're too out of shape to get your two kids in a bike trailer up 9th east, she'll gladly bike them up for you. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

10. She's so great with the kiddies.

Hang in there, Suzy. We love you.



PS--Honk if you think Suzy's great. Or just leave a comment on this post.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Christmas Came Early

Well, since it's been a full two and a half weeks since I last posted, most people probably think I've given up on this whole blogging thing. The problem is, I just feel too guilty posting on my blog when I have oodles of homework to do. But this afternoon I'll push away the guilt...or at least I'll try.

The big news of last week was that the basement in Bowen Hall flooded. One of the other apartments had a clogged drain that somehow resulted in the flooding of their apartment, the laundry room, and the beginnings of flooding in our apartment. Funny thing is, none of us in Apt 11 even noticed the tub and shower were filling up with dark brown murky water with who knows what floating in it. (Insert: We're not completely dense, though--it was 11:45 pm on a Saturday night, and most normal college students are gallavanting about Provo at that time.) Luckily Jessie, our RA, was on top of it and called emergency maintenance. While they were fixing the drain in the other apartment, the girls upstairs kindly let us use their bathroom to get ready for bed. And pretty soon the water level went down and all the water--if you can call a nasty-smelling putrescence of a molasses-colored liquid "water"--drained back into the sewage pipes. And, aside from the soaking wet carpet in the hallway, everything was back to normal.


All the
water drained back into the pipes, but unfortunately not all the interesting artifacts and floating mysteries that emerged with the water were able to make the return trip down the drain.

Being the girls we are, we took a picture to verify this was actually happening, but I think your imagination will do just fine for this one. Suffice it to say it was disGUSting. BLEGH. Thankfully, Kristen took the initiative (which initiative was dearly needed since our dear friends on maintenance weren't coming until Monday morning to clean the carpet or our bathroom). The tub, which is separate from the shower, was relatively kind to us; its gift to us for the night was just some gritty sand in the tub. We weren't so lucky with the shower. Kristen, with the stoic attitude of a classical hero, splashed water on the walls of the shower to at least get the gunk condensed into a soggy pile on the floor of the shower.

Then it was my turn.

Armed with rubber gloves (heaven-sent from Kristen's parents), I rolled up my pants.

I plugged my nose.

I took a deep breath, thinking of Dad, who I knew would pick this stuff up with his teeth without a second thought. That thought pushed me over the edge.

Scooping up the odorous goop, soggy pieces of toilet paper, stringy hair, and other unmentionables, I wondered why the heck anyone in their right mind would be a plumber. Beats me.

Let's just say that either my husband will snake all of our drains himself or we hire a plumber. Period. That is just one place I will not go.