Sidewalk ridiculousness

This thought has occurred to me many a times, so I finally decided to blog about it. You know when a sidewalk changes directions at a 90 degree angle? And how VERY few people, if ANY, actually walk in the path of the sidewalk to change directions? I know that I definitely cut across, reducing the time it takes me from point A to point B by 0.02 seconds. I just feel better knowing that I am taking the quickest path. Every time I go to Lindsay and Megan's I walk on the rocks rather than the cement and I wonder why they don't just make sidewalks that curve more often. I'm just sayin.

Sleeeep

So I had a few things listed for my weekend To Do List.

1. Start...and finish FSCS midterm

2. Start reading...and finish reading West Side Story

3. Practice song for Sunday

4. SLEEP

The only thing that got done this weekend was sleep. I had gotten almost 9 hours of sleep combined Wednesday and Thursday evenings....so when Friday rolled around I was pooped. Didn't get a chance to uh go to the Institute Dance that I helped plan because I fell asleep at 7:45pm. I then woke up 1:00am, ate a grapefruit, went back to bed, and woke up at 9am. It was GLORIOUS. Jam packed day of errand running, group meetings, and birthday parties then proceeded. Now...I have to do homework on Sunday, which isn't good, but it was kind of worth it. I haven't slept that well in FOREVS.

What the...

I woke up this morning and right when I sat up I could feel that one of my feet was without the sock I had fallen asleep in. Then I looked to my left, and it was below my pillow. How it got near my head, I have no idea.

Text Message

Boy: Want to go to the Gaslight Friday?

Girl: I wish I could, but I'm going to be out of town!

One week later

Girl: Do you like Jazz?

Boy: That's random, but yes, I like Jazz. Why?

Girl: Well there's a place in Tucson that plays live Jazz that's free, and I feel bad for bailing out on the Gaslight.

Boy: Yeah, that sounds fun! Can I text you later? I'm on a date right now. :)

Roni (friend): Let me scope my ward.

Yeah...that's real life folks.

Perception

Oh man. So many things have been running through my mind that I wanted to blog about, but instead of having one long, hunk of a blog, there'll be mini ones. The first thoughts that were brewing (haha, brewing. I hate that word because I always associate it with brewing poop...like when you KNOW it's not going to be a pleasant experience.) Anyway...I find it fascinating that two people can see the same or hear the same thing and have completely different opinions on the matter. That being said, my hair is fabulous! So I used to have long hair, then I cut it, and now I just keep cutting it. This last summer the look I went for was a pixie cut. I loved it. People loved it. It was a good thing. But since I decided to grow out my hair (really...so in case I go on a mission it's easy to manage and I won't have to get it cut every month like I did with the pixie) I have heard soooooo many times, "Oh, but you look so much better with short hair." Not "oh I like your hair now" or "I think you're short hair is cute" but they precede to tell me that they have looked through all 569 pictures of mine on facebook and feel like my short short hair is definitely what I need to stick with. So I have tried to be understanding and appreciative of the back handed compliment. And then I hear, "Yeah you should grow your hair out...boys don't like girls with short hair". Ummm excuse me? If a boy would NOT date me because I have short hair...uh no thank you. He can LET that door hit him on his way out. And so I decided I am going to grow it out, but I didn't like where my look was going, and I always like to look (read: feel) high end with my hair, so I had my girl Nicki at Cost Cutters "take it up in the back". She did a great job. Then the comments made are, "So much for growing it out" almost as if I have given up on myself! Well I say...rude, I DOWAATAIIWANT! The only perception I care about...or should, at least, is muuyyy owwwwn!

Long overdue. No Big.

So unless you know me, you can't really tell that the right side of my face is swollen. But I'm trying to smile the same on both sides and this is what came out.....

And yes, I'm on Vicodin in footie PJs :D

Happy Friggin' New Year

Whilst merely an entertaining title, there is some meaning behind it. A few things have happened in the last three weeks that have been somewhat of a challenge, and it occurred to me that it has all been the start of 2010. I'm not much of a believer that how your new year starts sets off the rest because otherwise '10 would SUCK.

It all began the week before break. I moved out of my place up north to share a room closer to campus. I would save money and time and be closer to Church, which is always a good thing. The process getting there was a tad awkward (such as 3 mugs I put in the kitchen ended up on my desk the next day) I worked through it. I figured it would get better as time went on. Not so much the case. I moved my bed in on December 19, and was asked where I would be staying until the new year started. It did not occur to me before that that once my bed was in...I couldn't sleep in it due to the fact that I did not pay rent in December, nor had I that intention. Whatevs.

I came back in town January 5th and low and behold I had an abscess tooth. Turns out...on a tooth I ALREADY had a root canal on more than 5 years ago. So on January 7th I had minor surgery in my mouth in order for them (by that I mean Dr. Jones...or Brown or something like that...don't remember) to clean out the bone and tissue. Super. I used more vicodin after that surgery than I did my knees. I couldn't drive once taking my medication so while my face swelling went down I hung out at Lydia's for two days in my footie PJs. :) But $1100 well spent... GAH!

The days went by and I was still sleeping at friend's houses since I felt awkward at "my" house. The night before school started I slept at the house and waited for my roommate to come home so we could talk and just assess the weirdness. I was up until 2 and she hadn't come home, but the next day was the first day and I had class at 8 so I went to bed. At about 7am I woke up to my phone going off with a text message and saw my roommate standing by her desk. I opened the phone and saw it was from said roommate telling me to move out by next month. I looked at her and said, "Did you really just text me to move out...? We're in the same room." Argument ensued, she refused to talk to me, and thus I am living with Lydia, Kyli, and Lani until a friend gets married in March and I take her place at another apartment.

So it was a rough couple of weeks, but a lot of good things have happened. The dentist I went to is actually LDS and gives discounts to outgoing missionaries for fillings and x-rays. I get to spend my T/TH mornings with babies! (Nothing to do with my story, but it makes me happy!) I am now living with wonderful girls that I adore getting to know better. I get to move in with an awesome group of Morms in March, I have institute everyday, and on the first day of school I was hired by the Music and Dance Academy of Tucson to teach voice. A little intimidating, but it pays well!

For now, here's a picture of Bowen and I in footie PJs :D, and I'll post the picture I have of my stitches once I get all my camera stuff in the same place. Until next time. Goodnight. :D