Wednesday, September 22, 2010
UPDATE-SEPTEMBER 21, 2010
So the other day (yesterday), I get home from work and Keng and Katelyn are chillin on their laptops in the kitchen and they get a text saying that Amberli is coming home to go to FHE soon. So we are like, it'd be so funny if we hid, so when she came home she looked for us. But how would she know we were missing? So we made the apartment look as if someone had broken in and kidnapped us, and we completely trashed the apartment. To complete the pseudo crime scene, the jerkfaces "accidentally" (note: I think it was really on purpose), spilled my freshly opened Coke all over the counter and floor. Oh and then we hid in the closet.
One hour passed and our roommates came home, noticed their was a mess, cleaned up the mess, didn't care to look for our rotting corpses, did math homework, and still we hid in the closet. The three of us. In a space no larger than a bread-box. Okay, but really more like a 3.75' by 2.25' space on the closet floor. Which was surprisingly ill-ventilated and I neglected to eat before so my stomach cried a lot.
After about 45 minutes, we banged on the walls and doors and still no one noticed, and yet they were home and apparently thought that the loud thuds on the walls were normal. So moral of the story, if you have been kidnapped and taped up in a closet, no one cares. :)
I have recently come across an artist that I knew existed, but not like I know them now. Flyleaf. The most amazing chick ever. She screams. Like screamo music. A girl. And she is disgustingly talented at that, and she can sing normal amazingly as well. It's sick.
I went and saw a movie called "Easy A" tonight with Ashley, Kourtney, Sarah, Chelsea, and a girl who we will call Beatrice (because it's irrelevant to the moral). And it was freaking amazing. It is about this girl in HS who fakes losing her virginity to some guy in a story to her best friend, and word gets around and suddenly she is fake sexing all these guys throughout the high school for bribes. And a bunch of other stuff goes on, but what I got out of it was that it doesn't matter who you are, because well people are gonna think whatever they hear anyway, so who gives a bleep what everyone else thinks. If you are happy, if you are doing what you want, then why do you care if Stacey (fictitious) from chemistry (fictitious as well. Not the subject in general, but I am just not in a class currently), thinks that you are a tramp. I think that is just where I am in life though, because that is what I always get out of movies. That and never trust a lawn-gnome (also fictitious).
Right now life is really just amazing. It is incredible what liberating yourself from pressures of living someone else's expectations can do for a being (human or animal, ha jk.)
Oh and I burned myself with my hair straightener wicked bad last night. Because I was doing my hair at night and not waked enough to concentrate. Because I had just shampooed my hair and I wanted to style it. Because I had just put a purple streak in my hair. Actually I didn't, it was Katelyn. And the straightener was falling and I thought to myself "OMG, nothing will be worse than it falling to the ground and me having to pick up the cool side with my hand to prevent me from burning myself." and it turns out that logic was largely false. Burning your hand trying to catch the straightener was far worse. :) The skin where the blister was is mostly gone now. I'll post pics. :) Oh and of my hair as well. Peace out.
Live life liberated: Do what you desire to do, be who you desire to be, and stop being a pansy. :)
THE END.
One hour passed and our roommates came home, noticed their was a mess, cleaned up the mess, didn't care to look for our rotting corpses, did math homework, and still we hid in the closet. The three of us. In a space no larger than a bread-box. Okay, but really more like a 3.75' by 2.25' space on the closet floor. Which was surprisingly ill-ventilated and I neglected to eat before so my stomach cried a lot.
After about 45 minutes, we banged on the walls and doors and still no one noticed, and yet they were home and apparently thought that the loud thuds on the walls were normal. So moral of the story, if you have been kidnapped and taped up in a closet, no one cares. :)
I have recently come across an artist that I knew existed, but not like I know them now. Flyleaf. The most amazing chick ever. She screams. Like screamo music. A girl. And she is disgustingly talented at that, and she can sing normal amazingly as well. It's sick.
I went and saw a movie called "Easy A" tonight with Ashley, Kourtney, Sarah, Chelsea, and a girl who we will call Beatrice (because it's irrelevant to the moral). And it was freaking amazing. It is about this girl in HS who fakes losing her virginity to some guy in a story to her best friend, and word gets around and suddenly she is fake sexing all these guys throughout the high school for bribes. And a bunch of other stuff goes on, but what I got out of it was that it doesn't matter who you are, because well people are gonna think whatever they hear anyway, so who gives a bleep what everyone else thinks. If you are happy, if you are doing what you want, then why do you care if Stacey (fictitious) from chemistry (fictitious as well. Not the subject in general, but I am just not in a class currently), thinks that you are a tramp. I think that is just where I am in life though, because that is what I always get out of movies. That and never trust a lawn-gnome (also fictitious).
Right now life is really just amazing. It is incredible what liberating yourself from pressures of living someone else's expectations can do for a being (human or animal, ha jk.)
Oh and I burned myself with my hair straightener wicked bad last night. Because I was doing my hair at night and not waked enough to concentrate. Because I had just shampooed my hair and I wanted to style it. Because I had just put a purple streak in my hair. Actually I didn't, it was Katelyn. And the straightener was falling and I thought to myself "OMG, nothing will be worse than it falling to the ground and me having to pick up the cool side with my hand to prevent me from burning myself." and it turns out that logic was largely false. Burning your hand trying to catch the straightener was far worse. :) The skin where the blister was is mostly gone now. I'll post pics. :) Oh and of my hair as well. Peace out.
Live life liberated: Do what you desire to do, be who you desire to be, and stop being a pansy. :)
THE END.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
One column of pretzel sticks
I organize my pretzels before I eat them. Into a cute little column of pretzel sticks. Then I go through and since the one with the most salt is my favorite, I take the ones that don't have any salt, the naked ones and eat them first. And I'm collecting Coke cans. Pepsi has lost all positive flavor and now tastes like nail polish remover.
I also have become obsessed with nationalgeographic.com, and this show about people who get locked away while they aren't in america because they are trying to traffic drugs.
I learned today that the great white shark is roughly the size of the prehistoric megalodon shark's manhood. That's a big shark.
I also have become obsessed with nationalgeographic.com, and this show about people who get locked away while they aren't in america because they are trying to traffic drugs.
I learned today that the great white shark is roughly the size of the prehistoric megalodon shark's manhood. That's a big shark.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
no more room for the food...
Whoever thought that 6 girls could all share a fridge was an idiot. There is NO room! one fridge, 6 people with milk and eggs and fruit and yogurt and bread and leftovers and cheese. It just doesn't fit. And plus, the pantry is tiny too. And there is only 5.25 shelves, and how do you split that between 6 people? There is plenty of other random storage space throughout the apartment, but who wants to put their wheaties in with the vacuum? No one.
Ha so last night I was rejected by a vending machine. I have a headache so I go to get a pepsi, and I put in 65 cents and press the button, and nothing. I press a diet button, and nothing. Then I press a dew button, and nothing. So I went and got 65 more cents and settled for coke instead, which for the record tastes like moldy cheese compared to dew and pepsi.
Oh and I carried 6 bags of groceries home today, which is only like a half mile, but it was so DANG heavy that I didn't even need to go to the gym today.
But, I have to admit that coke cans look a lot cooler than pepsi cans. I just like the coloring and such better.
I am a very happy girl. :) I have an apartment with amazing roomies, and I have a great job, and great friends, and my family, despite it's slightly dysfunctional state, is actually kinda cool I guess. :)
Ha so last night I was rejected by a vending machine. I have a headache so I go to get a pepsi, and I put in 65 cents and press the button, and nothing. I press a diet button, and nothing. Then I press a dew button, and nothing. So I went and got 65 more cents and settled for coke instead, which for the record tastes like moldy cheese compared to dew and pepsi.
Oh and I carried 6 bags of groceries home today, which is only like a half mile, but it was so DANG heavy that I didn't even need to go to the gym today.
But, I have to admit that coke cans look a lot cooler than pepsi cans. I just like the coloring and such better.
I am a very happy girl. :) I have an apartment with amazing roomies, and I have a great job, and great friends, and my family, despite it's slightly dysfunctional state, is actually kinda cool I guess. :)
Friday, September 10, 2010
My New Roomies :)
So first off- my roommates are freaking amazing. Jessica, Amberli, Penelope(that's her real name, but she goes by something else that I cannot really pronounce or spell, so we call her nelly), Keng and Katelyn. So two nights ago we ended up all standing around in the one room of the apartment listening to uber loud music that ranges everywhere from screamo to techno to hard core rap. And then they are belting out Celine Dion and talking about how they just get chills from listening to her. And I learned how to light my hand on fire.
Then tonight we went for an energy drink run and took out all the shelves in the hall closet so that we could hide Amberli's bicycle from her. :) And I went and got cupcakes with my guy friend Adam and they told me that it was booty call because anything after ten is booty call. So before I left to go with him, they locked me out and wouldn't let me back in until I yelled out that I was being a booty call tonight. And there were people ALL OVER outside listening. Ha and then I get back from the free cupcake and I think that it is just gonna be them in the apartment and I walk in and say "It was just a quickie" and no they aren't even there, but the living room was full of guys from the ward and then I banged the gong of
"got some", which basically means that you kissed that night.
Anyway, moral of the story- my roommates are tight and nothing sincere happens after 10.
Then tonight we went for an energy drink run and took out all the shelves in the hall closet so that we could hide Amberli's bicycle from her. :) And I went and got cupcakes with my guy friend Adam and they told me that it was booty call because anything after ten is booty call. So before I left to go with him, they locked me out and wouldn't let me back in until I yelled out that I was being a booty call tonight. And there were people ALL OVER outside listening. Ha and then I get back from the free cupcake and I think that it is just gonna be them in the apartment and I walk in and say "It was just a quickie" and no they aren't even there, but the living room was full of guys from the ward and then I banged the gong of
"got some", which basically means that you kissed that night.
Anyway, moral of the story- my roommates are tight and nothing sincere happens after 10.
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