The End of an Era

Well, It's official. The Summer has begun. (despite what it looks like outside.) My amazing roommates from the winter semester are all but moved out. Rebbecca's stuff is still in the apartment, but she won't be sleeping there ever again. Jessica has her stuff gone, but stayed the night anyway. Shhh, housing doesn't need to know. She was my guest, of course. And my new roommate has moved in. Yeah, as of today, I will only have one roommate for the entire semester. Crazy. But kind of cool. Natalie is great. She is getting married Aug 7. So, with her, I almost get Diego (her man.) as a roommate too. And when she gets married, it's looking like I will be living a lone for 2 weeks, until the Fall semester starts.

I would just like to recount some facts about my apartment. Firstly, I randomly found Sandy looking to sell her contract for Stadium Terrace 17 Winter semester, back in Nov. Then I called her, talked to her, and felt really good about buying the contract. I should also mention that I had called lots of other people trying to sell contracts and had never gotten a hold of anyone. Well, then I didn't have the money for the large deposit, since I had quit my job. I told Sandy to call me in December if no one had bought her contract yet. Well, she called and we worked out a deal, and I moved in on Jan 5. From the start the girls in my apartment have been great. We made a ton of great memories. And I would like to conclude with a final one, with Jessica.

Last night. I got home from the temple and was really hungry. Then I got some food at about 11pm. And I started to watch the last half of a movie on tv. Jessica came home!! joy! I was alone before that. Which was totally fine. But we watched it together and then decided to go to bed at midnight. Psych. I went into my room and looked at my dresser and said, "I am taking your dresser!" to Jessica. Then she said, "Do you want to move it right now?" "Um..... Yeah!!" Part of my reasoning in those few seconds was that, a.) moving furniture with someone else is a lot easier than by yourself. b.) moving furniture at midnight, is always going to be fun because of the sleep deprivation factor. Here are some highlights from the dresser moving adventure:
-"What is that?!" I exclaimed. "A Dolly" "It doesn't look very sturdy."
-"Do you have it?" "Yes but, I may need to pooh now."
-"We should move the dresser first, because my butt doesn't fit in there."
-strange sound is made, other roommate says, "All right Pumba! Calm down!"

laughing attacks followed each of the above statements. The End.

Goodbye beloved STno.17 Winter 2009 roommates! It was grand! love your guts!

Becky, (Mandee), Jessica, Marie, Rebecca.

Work

Today, and most days, at work there was poop involved. Don't worry, I wear gloves. Sometimes it's just not enough though. Today was especially bad.
Poop smell tips me off
Then Poop:
in the diaper
in the shower
on the floor
on his foot
on his leg
on his pants
on my flip-flop
on my foot
on the carpet
on the bed
in the other shower
on the other bathroom floor

I cried.

And no, you don't really want to know the details.

My roommates think I need a new job. I just need to take care of someone that can clean up their own poop, or that doesn't scream and push when someone else does. The End

a rare blonde moment

I should be doing other things, so quickly I will relate my blonde moment. So Jessica has been saying this new phrase, "Da Nuh Nice" when she likes something. (Well, that's what I thought she was saying.) I'm thinking, this is just Jessica and her briliant hilariousness coming out. I also have this vauge idea that she has hip-hopped the word "Nice". Well, a few nights ago Marie, Jessica, and I were talking about this new phrase of hers. Jessica was saying how a girl named Hannah, in her Welsh class thought that every one was saying, "Hannahs weird" When they were saying "Hanis Weir" in Welsh. Jessica then mentions that everyone in class is now also saying, "Dyna Nyce" And the little light in my head turns on. I then explain to Marie and Jessica that I thought it was some gangster phrase (from Oxnard?) Jessica had picked up. Marie and Jessica burst out laughing at my nievity. I say, "Cant you just see a black girl saying that?" "No! There is no WAY a black girl would say that!" :) So, I claim stupidity. I am definately a white girl that grew up in Utah Valley. Then the next day at lunch with my LDC friends I am relating this story and Samantha, who grew up in California, says, "How would they know what black people would say?" "They're from California. " "What part?" "Oxnard." "Oh, yeah, they would know." haha!

school and bleh-stress

I just want to state that life is crazy. The bad thing about that? I am such a planner. I like to get all the little details figured out. I have now planned out all my classes for next year, and how many classes I would have left to take if I get accepted to BYU for Fall 2010. So,there are plans in place. 4.0 GPAs needed and stress in place. I think in someways planning ahead reduces my stress but also makes it worse. Since I worry about all these goals I have. And how on earth I will accomplish them. (For instance I am allready worrying about my audition for the music program which will take place in Jan 2010!) Bleh. Well, one thing I have learned is that, whatever happens happens, and God is really in control, not me. Since He is perfect, that is just fine with me. But sometimes I operate under the delusion I am under control, that's when stress happens. Oh well, seems that His plan is for it to take 3 schools for me to get my bachelors. sigh. But happy, it's been great so far and will continue to be. I'm sure.

Camelbak joy

Sky Blue! (missing in action)

.....................Flaming Fire!
.................................................................................... Old Blue!!!!

Back when I went to school in Idaho I found a glorious thing. Camelbak water bottles. I bought one just like this, and used it for probably a year. Well, then I came home and started getting ready for my mission, and lost it. :( Well, I left on my mission and the heat of the Summer in Houston hit me and I asked my dad to look for Old Blue and send it to me, he found it but thought it was too dirty to send to me?! not sure why.... So, he bought me a new one, in a lovely light blue color. I used Sky Blue all through my mission. And for 3 months when I got home. But alas! one day, I lost it at school. And it being such an amazing thing, I'm sure some hobo is enjoying it now. I checked back at the lost and found on campus 5 times for the thing! stinky snatchers! (I have to mention that these things are indestructable. I have dropped and thrown them many times. Even from great heights and throwing Sky Blue on the ground for a demonstration once! So, I know, someone has her, because she can't be broken.) Well, I decided to use a lame water bottle with a screw on lid, and this was pitiful, really it was. I was spilling water on myself all the time and it was just sad. So sad that Samantha decided to take pity on me and buy me a new Camelbak one for Christmas/my birthday! Hallelu! Farewell Sky Blue, Hello Flaming Fire! It is an orangey red. I use it everyday. And enjoy it greatly. Well, I was at home yesterday, and I was looking for my fish tank at mom and dad's (couldn't find it) and there, on the floor in the family room, all of a sudden, I see, Old Blue!!!!!!! What joy filled my heart!!! He was dusty and seemed a little neglected, but I've got him back!! What was lost now is found!!! Welcome back Old Blue, I've missed you!! now, we shall have many happy memories together again!! I drink a lot of water. And now, I have the amazing hydration duo of Flaming Fire and Old Blue. Bliss!

Concert

Before I go to sleep, I just wanted to publicly thank my Heavenly Father. Tonight was the Ensign Music Contest Winner's Concert. ( I know, it's a mouthful, right?) We sang up in the Assembly Hall on Temple Square. We have been worrying and stressing about these songs for 2 months. 12 Songs that, we as a whole choir, participated in. For those of you non-musical people, that's a lot. A typical Choir Concert would have a more songs than that with a few choirs singing or you would have spent a lot longer on the songs. ANY WAY, It was stressful. By last week, we were all sick of these same songs and not enjoying them that much. Also, we weren't really memorized on them. Tonight as we practiced our songs for the final time before we performed, someone was always messing something up in just about every song. Well, we said lots of prayers, and left it in the Lord's hands. Brother Eggett, the conductor of LDC, says something like, big effort big blessings, to us a lot. (Bro. E. always reminds us that our purpose is to take people somewhere musically so that they can have a spiritual experience.) Well, I had put in some big effort, and I saw some HUGE blessings. Every song I sang in, my memory was enlarged and the words of the next phrase would come into my mind just before I had to sing them. It wasn't in the normal way that I have things memorized. It was in a gentle revealing way, that was unmistakably from the Spirit. So, He helped me through this concert, and a did perfectly on most of the songs and would guess I messed up tiny little things about 5 times the whole concert. So, He is there, and He hears and ANSWERS our prayers of righteous desires!

Stalker Bus Driver

PS. Previously mentioned Stalker bus driver, has again said some slightly sketchy things.

Exhibit a. We , me one other passenger and driver, are on the bus waiting for the time to come when we leave the transit center. Bus driver comes back and starts talking to the other passenger man. They talk about texting and cell phones. I listen, without commenting. I have my phone in my hands, and am texting a friend. Bus driver sees phone and asks if I'm playing a game. I say "No. I'm actually texting." To which the driver responds, "Well, as long as it's not a boy. We'd have to get jealous if it was a boy. And just remember that we have a large bus here we could run him over with." Something like that anyway. hmmm, slightly strange. Then we proceed to have a conversation where the other original man-passenger talks about LDS mission. He was saying a mission in Houston was no mission at all! Oh no he didn't just say that!!!! but yes he did. He was apparently not a member, or a very active one. He basically felt that the only kind of real missions were ones where you served in a third world country or learned a language. HA!! Well, anyway. Conversation about mission lasted the entire duration of my ride.
Exhibit b. I am getting off the bus and he sees me stand up and says, "You're leaving me?" I just look at him and shrug, "well, yeah, this is where I get off." "You're leaving me?" he repeats. hmmm.
Exhibit c. I have to get on the bus later that night for yet another rehearsal, and I get on and he says, " We gotta stop meeting like this. If my mother finds out she's not gonna be happy. "
The man has told me he is from New York, Catholic, and has a son. of what age I know not. But bus driver has got to be at least 30. I don't know. Anyway, I have to get on his bus again tonight. And I am hoping, well, I'm hoping to not be creeped out. hmmmm. Good thing I'm documenting this.......