You like me...you really like me!

I won this. I always wanted a Wuggie award and now I have one! I want to thank my brother for...giving it to me and all those other people who influenced me for good or evil or politcal incorrectness. You know who you are and I can't think of anything else clever to say. Thanks! Next I'm going to Disney World!

Loathe of the Dance

I am not sure how to spell loathe but that doesn't really matter except you might not understand what I am saying. There are many reasons why I hate dances. I have been told on many occasions that I would just like it if I let loose or something to that effect. I have tried it and it didn't really work. So what I am left with is pretending. I don't pretend very well. It's a lot like lying in the fact that I can't do it. I am getting better though. I don't mind going to dances and talking with friends and dancing a little but that isn't allowed. If you go you have to enjoy it as much as everyone else. I imagine it is because they feel that I am not enjoying myself sufficiently if I am not dancing like them. Next comes peer pressure. I am not capable of really resisting peer pressure having never been properly exposed to it before. So I dance. And I smile. And I laugh and pretend to enjoy it but inside, deep inside beneath the layers of fiction, reluctance and acceptance is a rushing and wild river of loathing that is wider than the ocean and deeper than the lowest crevice in the sea. I encompasses every type and every style of dance from just swaying in place to the most formal ballroom dancing. From country to Latin and polkas to disco. I hate to dance. What I hate more than dancing is when people try to get you started at a dance by indicating that you should do what they do or by bumping hips. I enrages me. If I wanted to dance I would have started by now so back off! Many people would say that I just shouldn't go but when your roommates and all of your friends enjoy it so much and you feel left out of everything when you don't go you go just so you won't be by yourself sometimes. So I go and pretend to have a good time and people seem to by it. I think it is because they need to believe that everyone loves to dance.
P.S. When went to Guitars Unplugged yesterday and I have to say that it was pretty lame. None of the ones I have been to have been as good as the one I went to my first semester. Anyhow, I am considering buying the CD because of 2 songs. One was an original written about a guy who falls in love with girl who is polydactyl. It was quite humorous. Second was by far my favorite act of the evening. This guy played a jazz tribute to Super Mario. It was amazing.

Roommates

Since I have nothing really to post about I have decided to write about roommates. I currently have 5. I actually like them. I think that I will list them and tell a little something about them.
Roommate#1: We will call her A. She was my roommate last winter and one of my very good friends. She is also one of the more random people I have ever met. I enjoy her greatly and will be sorry when she leaves me for Hawaii and I can only email her because I don't have the brain capacity to calculate the time difference. Also, she is amazing.
Roommate#2: We will call this one C. She's nice and fun. A good heart and a cheerful personality. I don't really know her all that well so this is about it.
Roommate#3: What can I say about W? She's beautiful and smart. She wants to be a dental hygenist. She is also happy so far and she is a junior and only 19. It is very impressive to me that she is younger then I but farther in school. This also makes me feel like a slacker and that maybe I should try to catch up but then I realize that it would be frustrating and suicidal so I just don't think about it.
Roommate#4: N is getting married soon so I don't really know what to say or tell you about her because I really don't know all that much.
Roommate#5: V is amazing. She is approximately five feet tall and about 19 years old. I have to say that she is the most dynamic of all of us. She is intelligent and spunky. She seems fearless and has decent taste in music and movies. I am looking forward to getting to know her better.
So that's it. There are my roommates and about all that I know about them. This has been an exceptionally boring blog and I apologize. I don't know what else to tell you. I like my roommates. That's about it.
P.S. I am getting mary kayed again. I really don't want to be and I am really not looking forward to it. WHY?! Why do they sign us up for these? Why do other girls find it so much fun? Maybe I will runaway. Dang it!! I can't she's at the door. I would sneak out the window but I think they screwed in the screen so girls would stop taking them out. Farewell, my friends, I am off to my death.

Everyone should have one

Have you ever had a day where you just feel like everything is going right? You feel like for an instance everything in life and the world is going right? You don't think about all the social and political ills that are prevalent all around us. You don't think that you are in Rexburg and it's butt freezing cold. You don't think about it being so cold that your nose and everything in it freezes the instant you walk outside and sometimes while the wind is blowing you wonder if your ears are still attached or if that is just the last stage of frostbite. I think I had one of those days yesterday. Well for most of the day until I burned my dinner and then remembered clean checks and that I have lab quiz that I didn't study for. But that first half of the day was great.
So that sounded a little braggy. Anyhow, the first week of school has passed and now things that were exciting or frightening have turned mundane and lost their luster. My roommates like to country dance(which I went to once and positively and absolutely refuse to ever attend again). My friends funeral was on Saturday. I wish I could have gone.
P.S. A friend of my roommate has the coolest belt I have seen in a while. I see a lot of belts being in Idaho and all but this one everyone should love. It was an elastic greenish belt with a teenage ninja turtles buckle. It made me happy. So I guess I approve of him but only if he continues to make righteous choices like that one.

Do not disturb

I am not a vocal person in classes. I am not a vocal person anyway. Well, I am but I'm not. Certain people bring words out in me. Others have amazing chatting skills that make me sorry at times that language is even possible. Anyhow, eight o'clock in the freaking morning is not my best time especially when you consider the fact that I probably woke up at 7 just to get there on time. There was this guy sitting next to me in class. He seemed like a nice enough fellow and I would have talked to him gladly if my brain had been able to put coherent sentences together. The reason I am writing about this is because he seemed to want to talk with me or with anyone but since I was the person next to him, I was the obvious choice for conversation. Like I said I am not vocal in classes anyway but at that time I am also unable to think coherently and have the inability to process language and I am practically deaf anyhow. Speak UP!!!! He said something about the book he was reading for the report we have to write for class and I have no clue what he said or really if that was even what he was talking about. I think I either said something correctly, offensive or completely stupid because he stopped talking to me. Moral of the story: I need hearing aids, maybe glasses too but I'm not sure about that and that if you have a ring made of a plastic type substance and it has a pointy type end you shouldn't rub your face unless you are sure you aren't going to scratch your face. It kind of hurts.
P.S. My bathroom ceiling peed on me the other day. I don't think that is supposed to happen so I am glad the dude is here to fix it.

Life is Short

You know by now that my style is one that really takes no thought of what I am writing before I write it. This has been my first week of school. It has been one of the weirdest I have ever experienced. It's hard to wrap my mind around some of it.
First, I am reading a book for my world religions class. It is call "The Te of Piglet." I wanted to read "The Tao of Pooh." but someone got to it before I did. I was sad but I hope that this one counts and that I enjoy it. I am going to enjoy most of my classes, I believe. My human anatomy teacher reminds me of John Bytheway. Some of the worst jokes I have ever heard and I have only been to class twice.
Also I have been reunited with my favorite roommate from last winter. It's great. My other roommates are good maybe not friends forever type but they will not be unbearable at all really, I hope. I have also seen everyone I know that is up here this semester. I played a game called Killer Bunnies. I think that I enjoyed the game but I think that whoever invented it is on crack or was.
A friend of mine died in a car crash on his mission in New Zealand. It's strange because I don't miss his physical presence. I haven't seen him for 6 months. It's just very sad, I guess.
P.S. My anatomy teacher doesn't like to be the bad guy and give quizzes. So he brings a yellow bag to class and puts candy in it. One of the students pulls out a peice of candy and if it is purple we have a test and if it is green then we don't. The student as a consolation for being the most hated person in the room gets to keep the candy. I think that I am going to do it next time. It's gonna be fun.

Welcome Back again

I am once again starting a new semester. I like to be here early. My mother says that it goes with my compulsion to be early to everything. Others might think that it is just good sense because if anything goes wrong then I can still theoretically still make it here before school starts. I just like the time to settle in. You get here before every roommate and you get to chose everything to your liking. It might change later but for a moment you have complete control over everything around you. I have become reacquainted with my former residence, the likes and dislikes. Everything seems to be all right. I don't know how prepared I am for this next semester. I feel really tired of school. This is not a good thing. I might not put my best foot forward. I don't know any of my roommates except one. It always disquiets my inner self when all these new people start asking questions about me and how and why I am the way I am. I am unfortunately in a ward that has the potential to be horrible. The complexes assigned to it are of the snobbier variety and I don't deal to well with snobbery. Only 4 apt. from my own complex are in this ward and so that makes getting to know all of you neighbors hard. Not that I really care about neighbors.
P.S. I am currently listening to my new Weezer cd that I got for Christmas. My favorite track is number 11, "Freak me out." I also got the Postal Service and I really like the first couple tracks. I haven't chosen a favorite yet but just give me time. My laptop keeps telling me to restart to finish the upgrades so I got to jet before I start yelling at this stupid thing to stop bossing me around.