I'm on a roll, I guess

So now that I know two people might actually be reading my blog, I suddenly got redetermined to write in this thing once again. So here I am, scrambling for things to talk about... so I decided that my next few blogs were going to be specifically dedicated to all things BYU...

So as I was walking to school today, I noticed that there were some ridiculously good looking boys who go to this school. Like... ridiculous. Like when people were being created on the conveyer belt up in heaven, and God is dishing out the good and the bad to all the people, God just says, "Eff it!" and gives them all the good. Me, on the other hand, decided to have a little fun and give me the case of no-butt and sticky-outy-ears. But that's another story.

But these guys look fine. They glow. They are gods. But the most unfortunate thing about BYU is... that guys fall into about 4 categories... they can be extremely hot, but their personalities are almost always going to fall within the following categories.... let me elaborate.

FIRST: We have the socially-awkward-wants-to-be-cool-but-just-can't-Mormon.

Now, don't get me wrong, some girls just simply swoon over boys like this, who, when encountering a normally average girl can't find anything to say other than, "oh...... hi..........um...... shoelace?" Some girls find that endearing. I, on the other hand, feel so awkward that I want to swallow a fork in order to find a way out of enduring that conversation.

Also, I think that you can find a great sense of character by how a person dances. And these boys.... they just can't dance. If they even go to a dance. Which they probably don't. Actually, scratch that, they absolutely do not have a desire to attend dances. But let's say, for arguments sake that they do attend a dance because their mother's lives are stake, then you would likely find them huddling in a corner at the back wall, looking terrified as they stare at all the girls getting low on the dance floor.

This just won't do.


SECOND: We have the want-so-bad-to-be-cool-but-just-can't-quite-make-it

Now, when you first meet these guys, you think to yourself at first, "hey... this guy could be cool. I like him!" But then after a few visits with this particular male, you notice that there is something just not quite right.... maybe its the way that he laughs, with his mouth wide open with a bit of saliva on his chin.... or maybe it's the faint lisp that you suspect that you hear when he speaks. But after about a good 8 visits, you realize that this guy, is in fact, not cool. He is a nerd, wearing cool kid clothes and speaking in almost perfect cool guy dialogue.

Bring this guy to a dance, and you will be mortified. One second he will be attempting to do a worm on the dance floor, the next second he will be grinding up on girls... then he will be doing jumping jacks on the middle of the floor in a way that you have never imagined. He will attempt to drop it, only to fall over.... and then to try to do the worm again. You find yourself dancing with strangers and avoiding this boy at all costs.

This also will not do.

(sorry if you can't read the words... perhaps it's better if you can't)

And the final two categories of males at BYU will have to be postponed until a later date, because I have class in two minutes and I know that there is no way that I will make it there on time if I finish this blog... even though I don't want to make it there. Because its my last effin class of the school year, succa!!! And I want to skip.





. . . Ugh. I'm going to class.

Two new followers!?!

I officially have two new followers... and this pleases me to an extreme degree. So I decided to dedicate this blog to them. They are living in my apartment complex, and they told me this Sunday that they secretly follow my blog. So we got talking, and I promised them that I would write them a blog with some things that I love on it. So here it is, you two girls!

First, the best blog ever. She inspired me to write a blog!

www.hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com

(Read this. Let it change your life. :D)

Next: watch these two videos. Some say that this is entirely too morbid, but I find llama's who wear hats and also have murdering tendencies extremely hilarious.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZUPCB9533Y

and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpjyH-LkEAg

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. YES. I am so very pleased with 12 followers... I only need 13, and my life will be complete.















Here is me and my two new followers, dominatin' the blogging world. WABAAM!

So it's one...

Yup, its one in the morning, and I know that I should be in bed because oh too soon I will have to wake up and go to church... but I always find myself writing my blogs when I have something else that I should be doing.

Or maybe its the fact that I took a 4 hour nap starting at 5 pm till 9. That also can contribute to my insomnia.

ANYWAYS, I just wanted to relay a story that happened to me recently. Ok, so I have a tendency to always get caught in my underwear by guys that I don't want to see me in my underwear... for example, this summer I was caught 3 times by a guy that I didn't particularly like. So I swore to myself that I had learned my lesson, and that I would forever be clothed!!

Well, I just like walking around in my underwear entirely too much. But you see, normally at BYU, this wouldn't be a problem, because guys aren't allowed in girls bathrooms/bedrooms, so when would they ever see you so scantily clad?

Well, this year, I am living in a wacked up apartment. When normally bedrooms and bathrooms are nicely tucked away from the living room and kitchen, my tiny tiny bedroom is directly connected with the kitchen. So what this means is any time I need to walk to the bathroom, I must first pass through the kitchen.

It looks like this.

I can imagine you can see where this is going.

Well, it was a blissful Sunday morning, and I was about ready to hop into my shower... but I had yet to decide what I was going to wear, so I just grabbed some clean underwear and headed for the bathroom. After my 20 minute shower, I then donned my underwear and walked over to brush my teeth. The doorway to the kitchen was open, and through it I noticed that the kitchen window was open. I guess this is when I should have decided that clothes were the safest option, ... but instead I just continued my teeth brushing.

So here I am, happily prancing about in my apartment in my little white underwear (I always wear white underwear on Sundays, and no other day... I don't really understand why, but mainly I think it is because I feel more holy wearing it...). I then go and start to blow dry my hair... this takes about 15 minutes, and I blow dry my hair entirely upside down, so when I finish, I look like this:

Sexy hair, I know. So at this moment when I slowly whip up my hair, I happen to look out through my kitchen and through my kitchen window. And there he was.... about to walk into his apartment and staring in my direction.

So here I am, in my holy white underwear with my hair frizzed out to the max degree, locking eyes with some guy.

I looked like this:

After about 2 seconds of this horrifying stare-down, I slammed the hall door closed... I fell onto the floor, and hyperventilated a little bit.... I then proceeded to open the door very slowly, and army crawl my way back into my bedroom.

I would like to say that I no longer wear underwear around the apartment... but alas, I do. HOWEVER, I did learn one thing from this whole ordeal... which is to keep my effin windows closed.

Thanks for reading. :) This blog had actual pictures! HOORRAAAYY!

ps. I am almost positive that this blog has a million errors but I suddenly got tired and I want to go to bed while the sleepiness is there. So if you see some gramatical mistake, just leave it and move on.

I love you all! Here is a heart for the road.

........... I want a tattoo of this on my butt.

Word Vomit

Time for a word vomit blog. I don't know what I want to blog about, so this is probably just going to be a random collection of my thoughts. I just tried studying for my stats test for the last few hours, which ending up in resulting in me laying on my bed with my stats book open on my face. My thoughts were just racing entirely too fast, and once my brain reaches that speed, basically nothing can slow it down.

So I end up just letting my mind take over for a little while.... but then things get scary because suddenly all I can think about is what it would be like to be a prostitute.. and then I wonder if I would even be a good prostitute, and how much money I could make in one night. Or what it would be like to swim in green jello... or if I would like to be a snake or a rabbit more.

So then I was like "Kara, if you could harness this insane thinking right now and try very hard to type as fast as you are thinking, you could very well have a blog." And that is what motivated me to get off of my bed to come here. :)

Let's see. I generally have a rule that I don't talk about current romance on my blog. I don't know why, but I feel like my love life is entirely too personal to blog about. I am more than willing to write about previous loves on my blog... but I can't just start talking about the person that I am seeing on here. Maybe its because I am secretly afraid that my guy might be reading my blog, and then they will get offended that I am talking about our love life on my blog.

But I feel like I need to briefly BRIEFLY mention this guy that I that I am seeing, because he is in my life a lot as of late. So here I go... I am seeing a guy named Roberto. (I am sad to admit that I am using a false name here.. but at least for now I am going to keep his identity a secret.) So I have known Roberto for a while now, because he used to live in my old apartment complex. And we went on our first date in the beginning of October... so ya. :) Roberto is great.

Anyways, I'm going to go watch some anime at Robertos now. Enjoy this word vomit.

I love my car.

Ok, don't be shocked, y'alls... I know it is quite the accomplishment for me to complete two blogs within one week. (that is, as of late... before in the summer I would complete two blogs in a day... but that was back when I was like, a blogging goddess.)

But here it is, blog number 2 of this week. Why am I writing so many blogs? Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I don't really have many midterms coming up, and my homework level is pretty low... or maybe its because I want to procrastinate doing the little amount of homework that I have. But whatever the reason, you are in for a treat. :)

So lets see... school is going pretty well, I'm excited to admit. I think that I should be getting all A's and B's this semester! (Which is quite an accomplishment for me here at BYU, where people literally kill themselves instead of taking an exam. sheesh.) My favorite class would definitely be my comparative literature class... I just love reading, and I feel like I never have time to read anymore with college and life and such... so having a class gives me a legit reason to put aside all other important things and allows me to curl up under a blanket on my couch and just read for a few hours. I love it. :)

So my friend Bri just posted a blog that had a bunch of pictures on it... so since I am too lazy to draw pictures, I decided to do the same thing. Here it goes!

I thought the best way to start my picture diary thingy would be for me to start the pictures off with one of me on a dragon. :) I find this picture very intense.

This is me drinking directly out of the stream ... uh, I mean, the fountain of youth. It came directly out of the mountain, so you know it is safe to drink. I go there every year and participate in this ritual... now everyone knows why I look so young.

This is me and my dad at Cub River, the place that I go every year to fish. I seriously love this place more than any other place on earth... maybe its because it is so beautiful, or maybe it is because its basically the only time now that I get to spend with my dad now-a-day, with school and all. Or maybe its because I love to fish and catch 17 fish in a day. :)

This is me and my bestie getting ready to go end some fish's lives. Actually, we just catch and release. But I thought that the previous statement sounded more bad-a.

So we drove my car down to Idaho, and we were waiting for my dad to come and get us... and then we stumbled upon this beautiful railroad, and decided that it would be perfect picture -taking material. I am now prancing down this railroad with joy.

yay for railroads. :)

This is my favorite picture of all time. I literally am getting teary-eyed just looking at it. Because this, dear readers, is my car. His name is Floyd. He is probably the greatest car of all life... and as I look at this picture, I just see all the adventures that I have embarked on because of him. I drove him on the night I had my first kiss... he drove me countless time to friends house's... He drove me to school day in and day out to high school. He putted me along to BYU, which has been the greatest adventure of him all.

My mechanic told me that my car has cancer, and only has a couple of months to live. To most people, this fact would sadden them, simply because they are bummed because they now don't have a car. But to me... I don't know, my car is FLOYD. He has a personality... he always stalls on me when I think that he is going to fail, and he drives so well when I kiss the steering wheel. He loves going over 50 miles an hour, but doesn't really like going above 70 miles an hour. He hates coming to a complete stop, and will often die (as in stall) at a stop sign in protest of stopping. I love my car.

Early morning/late night post

So its 5:30 in the morning, and I have to go to work in 10 minutes... and I have nothing to do until then because in my head last night I planned to get up at 4:45 so I could leave at 5:45... an hour seemed like an appropriate amount of time to get ready. But when I'm really tired in the morning and I drag myself out of bed like a freaking zombie and then decide against a shower despite the large quantities of grease in my hear, I realized I don't care what I look like. So I got ready by 5 in the morning, and have moseying about on facebook and youtube since then.

And then I thought to myself... Kara, you never blog. Blog.

So here I am. Though I can't really promise great quality writing here, because when I get up in the early mornings my brain is only about 17.6% on, so I stumble around and talk like an extremely drunk person. Also I have no memory of doing anything to my hair this morning. ... hmm.

Haha ramblings of a crazy person... that should have been my blog title. I am so prone to ramble... but ya I am sooo excited to go home for thanksgiving! I can't wait to go home, see my parents, see my niece and nephews!! I'm going to spend the night at my sisteros, doing makeup and whatnot. haha. Also I can't wait to see my besties from home! The only problem is I just have like... 4 days to see and do all the things I want to do. So I may not get to do all those things and have to wait the three weeks until I am home for Christmas Break. ... I love breaks.

Also, I'm getting sick... also I'm going to a concert tonight.... also I look like crap. And I'm hungry. But I think I get free jamba juice today from my work so I'm not eating. Also, I hate eating before 6 in the morning anyways.

This blog sucks. I'm so sorry. Normally I would know that I would make up for this crappy blog with an awesome blog later in the day, but we all know that just isn't going to happen. (I am so tired I just wrote "we all know that just ins't going to happy...) ..... so just take my blog, read it, and I completely give you permission to discard it as soon as you read it.

In fact, don't read it.

Too late, huh?

ALMOST A MONTH??

So I was just getting on my blog today, and I realized that my last post was September 17th!! I feel like I have betrayed you all... its like I found a dog on the side of the street, on the brink of death, took it into my house, nurtured it, LOVED IT, cared for it, and gave it little pieces of bacon as it slept in my bed, and then suddenly threw it out!

That's how I feel right now. I feel like I have neglected my blog... my poor little baby... it's probably starving to death.

Me: Blissful, blissful, unaware... hey... I should get on my blog... I haven't done that in a while.

Blog: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... I'M DYING...........

Me: Oh my dear fish... blog... blog... are you ok?

Blog: . . . . . . so.... . . . . lonely.

Me: I'll post in your right away! I'll never let you go blog... I'll never let you go.

So here I am, fighting for my blog's life as I should be studying for comparative literature, or even better yet, SLEEPING.

But I thought that I will just quickly QUICKLY fill you in on my life. School is stressful, with my 5 midterms in the next two weeks and all. My social life is pretty lame, because all I feel like I ever do anymore is studying.

and my love life... don't even get me started on my love life. It got too freaking complicated, and then I started liking a guy who ended up not wanting anything to come from it... so ya, life is just complicated. and then I decided that I am going to become a MORMNUN. ya. That's right. A combination of a mormon and a nun. Or maybe I will just have an arranged marriage.

I just started rereading this blog, and I apologize now for the randomness of it all. But a blog is a blog is a blog... is a blog... is a blog? BLOG?

......... blog. :)

You may have noticed....

So.... you may have noticed that I am not blogging as much as I have in the past.... yes, you are quite used to getting multiple blogs a day, thinking to yourself, "This girl is a blogging goddess!!"

Well guess what, dear readers? Summer is over... stresses are back, school is in action, I have to work AND have a social life. Blogging is getting HARD... sigh.

so I promise that I will still try to blog every once and while... but not as much as I used to. ESPECIALLY this next couple weeks while midterms roll around... all that you can really expect me to do then is have my nose burried in a book (either I am studying or I have fallen asleep while studying... you would be surprised to see the drool marks in my text books)

Sigh. I feel like my blogging life is beginning to come towards an end... is that sad? I just don't have the time to draw the pictures. :/

So maybe I will post a few pictures because I am lazy... let's see...

(this is me in an intimate relationship with a sweet potato fry from GURUS. Lets just say things didn't end well for the fry.)

*my owl ring that look so amazing in this picture just UP AND BROKE on me. I am so very sad.

(This is me about to go 70's dancing with Kate... I am provocatively lifting up my dress... ooooh sooo sexy...)

Enough blogging! I'm tired, I need to sleep.

CHALLENGE?? I accept!

So there is a challenge going around the blogging world to answer these 8 questions... and I am never one to turn down a challenge. So here I go, answering these 8 questions. LET'S BEGIN.

1. If you could have any super power, what would you have, and why?

Well, this one is easy. I would want to be able to read other people's minds. I know that that sounds snoopy, but I have always wondered what people think about me... and I like knowing how people think... huh, maybe that is why I am a psychology major...

But seriously... I have struggled with insecurity my whole life. And I was always assuming that people were thinking the worst of me... so I figured that if I was able to read people's minds, that either my fears would be confirmed, or I would find out that they were thinking less horrible thoughts about me, which would be better.

Plus I think it would be funny to catch people thinking naughty thoughts and call them on it. MWAHAHAHAHA. AND I would be able to confirm that every-seven-seconds-guy-thing.

2. What is your style icon?

hahaha I honestly and truly have no sense of style... I just look in my closet and pick a shirt, and then pick some pants to go with it. Occasionally I try to pick out something cute that I think would look cute together... but then I end up not having the nerve to wear it and then go out in a t-shirt and jeans. MEH.

But honestly, I love weird style... I love being intrigued by people's clothing... I love weird dresses... which I just bought a green dress that is SUPER baggy, except for where a belt cinches it around the waist... I seriously want to wear that dress for the rest of my life. :)

3. what is your favorite quote?


My favorite quote would have to be from scrubs... "Nothing in this world worth having comes easy." I just love this quote, because I think a lot of the time we, as people, think to ourselves, "What is going to be the easiest way to achieve this?" and so when we realize how hard it is to, lets say, get a degree, or become a brain surgeon, we back down and choose something relatively easier.

Also, I think about my religion a lot when it comes to this quote. It isn't easy being LDS. You have so many guidelines in your life to follow... don't drink, don't have sex, no drugs, pay tithing... that sometimes it seems like it is just too impossible to obey it all. And that is why I think a lot of my loved ones don't follow it anymore... not because they think that it isn't true, but just because it is so much easier not following it. It's so much easier to go with the crowd and have "fun." They take the easy way out. But honestly, when you think of the big picture -- of being with your family and the ones you care about for all eternity in exaltation -- doesn't that make it seem worth it to you? Because when it all comes down to it, nothing in this world brings me greater happiness than my family. And to think that I could be with them for the rest of forever if I only can follow certain guidelines here on earth... well then, heck yes I am going to do them. And I know it isn't going to be easy... but it is certainly going to be worth it.

4. What is the greatest compliment you have ever recieved?

I know that throughout my life, people have said things to me that really have touched me... and its sad that I can't just remember them off of the top of my head. One of them was just recent... my friend Bri sent me a text saying "I miss you so much! Its funny, me and Ashley were just saying 'the whole world is depressed... well, except for Kara.'"

My mom is probably the biggest giver of compliments in the whole world... she does it indirectly too. My aunt told me about a time that my mom sent her an email about all of her kids, and what they were up to, and my mom's concern and love for them all. Each of the kids had one or two paragraphs about them. But when my mom got to me, (I'm the youngest, so I'm at the bottom of the list) all she said was "And Kara.... all is well, all is well."

5. What playlist/CD is in your player/Ipod right now?

Mindy Gledhill, anchor. Love that CD!

6. Are you a night owl or a morning person?

Honestly, I am a bit of both... I hate getting up in the morning, but I am always happy in the mornings... I get on peoples nerves, because once I am up, I am super cheery... but at the same time, I love staying up late, as long as I am not too tired doing it. I love going out and having fun late at night... I love the night hours more than any other time during the day. So ya...

7. Do you prefer cats or dogs?

This one is easy. My mom and dad used to breed dogs (labs... :) ) and so I grew up with puppies around me all the time. And even though they also give me hives and make me sneeze, I would play with puppies my whole life if I could. They seriously make me so happy. When they are just a week old and their eyes are still shut... so I pick them up all blow in all of their noses so they will remember me by my scent... to when they are a few weeks old and are just learning to walk... you put them on the grass and they get super happy! To when they get about 6 weeks old and learn how to run and chase you and bite your toes... so you just run around and around the yard until you finally fall down and the 8 puppies swarm on top of you and start licking you all over. I love dogs. :)

8. What is the meaning behind your blog name?

haha I honestly don't know, I was just trying to think of something quickly while I was setting up my blog... I honestly never really talk about my town, but I thought it was a nice title. And I do think that who I am was definitely influenced by where I grew up. So ya.

WABAAM! Well, I totally dominated that challenge... and now I extend it to you. GO FORTH AND ANSWER!

WHAT AM I DOING?

Honestly??? I think this is the lest productive I have ever been. I need to freaking do homework and practice the guitar and clean my piggy room... but I cannot for the life of me get off of the couch. This is pitiful... GAH

THIS IS WHAT I HAVE LOOKED LIKE FOR THE LAST THREE HOURS!!! (minus the deformed looking hands)

Ok, super short blog post, but know that I am going to leave the blogging world to go and do more productive things. I promise an awesome post very soon. :)

Wow.. this officially rocks

Got my first ever gig... that's right, a gig where I play piano and guitar and sing for a club called "Muse."

How did this happen, you ask? Well I happened to go shopping with my two friends Nancy and Kate today, (in which we drove my little car Floyd... he only died twice, thanks to Kate's awesome driving abilities...) Anyways, I was in Pac Sun looking for (and finding) and awesome back pack because my shoulder has been hurting lately because I just have a one shoulder backpack... and when you have to walk miles a day with a 50 pound bag, it hurts a little. But I got a back pack with TWO straps, so my shoulders are going to be very happy...

ANYWAYS... I ran into this kid Richard that I went with a date on last semester. We started talking, and he invited me to a showing of his band in a place called "Muse" tonight at 8. So I told him that I would think about going... well, I ended up going with Kate (we got all dressed up in our new dresses that we purchased at the mall that day.) His band was pretty legit, and then me and Kate left.

As we were walking out, we saw a big sign for when people could sing. So I looked and saw that Monday's was open mike night! So Kate encouraged me to go back inside and ask the manager if I could sing on open mike night...

So I went back into the club, and Kate found the manager for me. We started talking about open mike night, and he told me I could totally do it. (At this point I am really excited to be playing and singing two songs, so I'm ecstatic.)

BUT THEN, he says to me, "Actually, would you be willing to play for us this Thursday for acoustic night? You would play for half an hour, sometime between 8-10... probably around 8:30. " So I of course said yes.... SO FREAKING EXCITED.

*also, I don't have to pay anything to do this.. in fact, if I get enough people to come, I get some money out of it. Not that I am doing it for the money at all... I am just excited to be doing something musical!

Anyways, this day has been super legit. So please, please please please come and see me sing next Thursday at the MUSE in Provo UT. Its 145 North University avenue... its only 5 dollars, and it would mean SO MUCH to me if you came.

:)

My brain hurts....

Well... these last few days have been eventful...

I basically have my schedule set up for every day. It goes something like this.

6:15 AM: My alarm clock starts singing "DEAR JAMIE... I GOT A FREAKING LETTER THAT I WOULD FREAKING LIKE TO SEND..." and I frantically turn it off because I feel bad because my roommate is sleeping not 3 feet away from me. (We live in a very small room... because it was cheaper. But don't worry, it is already on the road to becoming decorated and awesome... anyways)

6:30: "I WOULD HAVE USED A PENCIL" oh my freaking gosh how could 15 minutes have already passed???????? At this point I kind of fall out of bed and go to my bedroom door... and pull with all of my might to open it because it doesn't really like to open or close...

6:35-7:15: Start doing my hair and make up all the while cursing the gods that I am a girl and that I have to look cute; whereas if I was a guy I could just roll out of bed and go to school... I also eat somewhere in that time, which is probably my favorite part of the morning. Also I seem to have a tendency to watch depressing youtube videos every morning...

7:15-7:45: Walk to work. Yup, that's right, its a 30 minute walk to my work. I could drive, but my car that I thought was miraculously healed all of the sudden stalls all the freaking time. So I am terrified to drive... even though my roommate is not but suddenly I am scared to drive at all because I watched this scary movie this morning about driving... (here, I will give you the website.... (If you want to watch it and feel slightly sick afterwards, here it is... http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1388779851607&ref=mf)

7:45 - infinity... ok, to 11:00 : Work.

Classes until, like, 6.

So my brain hurts... partially because I have not been getting enough sleep, and partially because byu assigns entirely too much homework. So I think that I am going to go and take a nap.

On second thought, don't watch that video... its freaking disturbing, y'all... unless you already watched it, then I apologize. Why don't I just take it off of my blog? Partially because I'm lazy and I don't want to go edit it, and partially because I want someone else to be horrified. GAH.

so much has happened since my last blog ahhhh

So .... I haven't written in a while, and I'm sorry, I really am. But all of the sudden I was packing up my boxes, cleaning out my cabin, going to zions national park, and then moving into my new apartment... so my life has been busy the last few days.

Hmm... oh ya, I found a bunch of dead spider carcasses under my bed... which completely and utterly terrified me and pleased me at the same time... I was scared because I knew that spiders had been crawling all over me all summer, despite my many searches on my bed each night... but it pleased me that I waited until the last day to find those dead and decaying spider bodies, because had I found it earlier there would have been NO WAY that I could have slept in that bed. *shudder*

Let's see... I went to Zions National Park with Kate. I was a freaking rock climbing/river walking queen, dear readers! oh my gosh I dominated that place... WABAAM! Every time I would see a big rock in the middle of the river, I would walk over it and climb on top of it with kate and then break out into singing "CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN!!!" (like off of the sound of music...)

It was very magical...


....... I NEED MY SLEEP!!!!!! I need to go to bed so I can get up tomorrow morning so that I can be awake in the morning and not sleep in on my first day of work... stop pressuring me to blog!!!!!

I love you though... :)

pretend that I'm famous...

You know how really famous people are always featured in magazines, and the headline of the magazine is "25 Things about Brad Pitt that you NEVER KNEW!" Well... what if I want to feel famous too? What if I want people to know things about me in such an intimate way??? So guess what, world, you can SUCK IT, because even though I'm not famous, I'm totally going to tell you 5 things that you didn't know about me. Because honestly, I don't think that I could think of 25 things, and I'm kind of lazy, so I knew 5 would be just right.... So you better read it. And freaking enjoy it.

1. I am completely and utterly terrified of bugs. My dad is always saying, "honey, did you know that only a handful of spiders in the world that are actually poisonous?" but what I want to know is who was the person who volunteered to see if they could all fit in his palm?

In fact, today, as I plopped down on my couch, a little spider jumped out from a fold of the couch DIRECTLY by my head... I almost peed my pants and jumped up to look at it from a safer distance.

This is what I saw.

My cabin is full of spiders... so every night I have to check my bed for bugs like a crazy person... I even have a routine! I take my comforter off of my bed and search it in the light for bugs... (normally there are none on my comforter). Then I check my sheets for bugs so that I can safely sit on my bed while resuming my search. Once that is all clear, I pick up all my pillows and search in, under, and around them. I almost ALWAYS find a spider or beetle under my pillows... it disturbs me, but only if I know that all the bugs are dead can I sleep.

(That is me on my bunk-bed... I don't know how to draw bunk-beds, y'all... so sad.... )

OH MY FREAKING FISH I JUST FELT SOMETHING ON MY FOOT AND I THOUGHT IT WAS A TICKLE AND THEN SUDDENLY I LOOKED DOWN AND IT WAS A FLYING ANT... bugs know when you are talking about them, I'm not kidding.... I'm so scared right now that I am going to move on to another subject so I don't anger the bugs any further...)

2. Onto a new subject that has nothing to do with bugs.... ya, you heard right bugs, I'm not talking about you anymore... which means you have no reason to walk all over me. Anyways...

I can move my pinky toe independently... like, without moving any of my other toes with it. And when I dance or stretch or do anything, it just moves on its own... I can't control it. And sometimes is just twitches...

3. I think... I think that there is a small possibility that I am a sadist... I know that sounds creepy and scary and makes you all want to unfollow me, but DON'T DO IT! I just love pushing people's bruises and when people are in pain I laugh hysterically....

EDIT:I don't find it funny when people break their legs or are having babies or are being tortured... I'm talking minor pain -- like, when someone gets a foot cramp or when someone is stretching and it hurts. THAT'S what I laugh like a maniac... seriously... it's so funny to me! ... I'm not a creeper, guys...

4. I have recently had a dream with both Brad Pitt (when he was young and unbearded..) and Heath Ledger in it... (Heath was alive and well in my dream and not a rotting corpse, just in case you were wondering...) I was in a house with them and we were just running around checking out all of the rooms together... at one part it got scary but I don't really remember why it was scary, I just remember being sandwiched between Heath and Brad as we hid behind a bookshelf... it was amazing...

Bradypoo.... (I would have tried drawing him, but we all know that my drawings would not have done him justice... just look at those eyes... and that armpit hair...)

Heathypoo.... (so sad he's dead.... moment of silence for my heathypoo....)

Taylorpoo

(ok, so Taylor wasn't in my dream, but I love him so much, I just knew that he had to be included in this blog somewhere... oh ya, thats another random fact about me... I have a cardboard cut out of Taylor Lautner. Got him for my birthday.)

(Yes, I am aware of how amazing of a couple we are... we are so lovely together... you can tell how much he is enjoying my kiss... look at that chin dimple!)

5. Anyways, I can't think of anything else to say about me... Lets see... oh I know!! I cannot pee if someone else is in the bathroom with me... that is, unless I am REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY close to that person... otherwise, I get complete stage fright... I just sit there awkwardly until they finally leave or I just give up. Sometimes, it helps when people put the faucet on, but most of the time... it doesn't.

Also, I hate those little cracks that are always there in the bathroom stalls... sometimes they are like three inches wide. I know that someone who is casually walking by doesn't even have to look in order to see me in the stall with a panicked expression on my face... sigh...

Can I draw a picture of this while keeping it appropriate?? I think that I can... and I shall....

THE END.

Dining Hall... DH!

Ok, as you probably know, I work in the dining hall for Aspen Grove... what does being in the "dining hall" actually entail? Well, according to the Aspen Grove website, working in the dining hall means that you "Will be responsible for the care of the dining hall; stocking buffets; running and maintaining the dish machine; washing pots, pans, and heavy cooking untensils; vacuuming; sweeping and mopping floors and decks."

Ok, I will admit that that definition is pretty legit... but they did fail to mention some of the smaller things that we would have to deal with on a daily basis. They left out the small, annoying things that were likely to happen to us as we went about our day... the "messes" we would have to clean up...

Lets give the typical run down of my day, shall we?

I will start my day by walking into the kitchen, being confronted by grumpy Scott who will say something to me along the lines of "I'm done with you" or "Have I told you lately how much I hate you?" or I will run into my abnormally tall/freakishly awesome boss Scott. I will walk into the back and put on an apron. (At this point I am the only Dining Hall person there, because I am always early because I am a freak about being early... So I kind of take as long as possible putting on my apron.)

Next I wander into the dishroom, hoping beyond hope that today there won't be many dishes.... and then I am confronted by this....

I think to myself "oh-my-freaking-gosh-that-is-the-biggest-pile-of-dishes-i-have-ever-seen!" and then I look over to the counter where most people drop of their dishes and I see this...

(I wasn't actually in this picture, so I kind of drew myself in there... )

At this point I am about ready to curl up on the floor and give up... except for the fact that our floor is completely and utterly nasty and it smells like butt so bad... actually it is one of my greatest fears that one day I am going to fall and land in a puddle of nasty butt water. So I don't curl up and instead start doing the dishes.

After dominating the original pile of dishes, we then go and enjoy a our breakfast. We get rejuvenated, and we head back into the dishroom with a new motivation! We are ready to take on the world... we are ready to take on the world's dishes! We stand at the window with pride, tearing apart the dishes that come our way. BRING IT FREAKING ON, BABY!

WABBAM!! This is us, happy once again with the world, so cheery and happy to all who drop off their dishes.... and then reality hits.... small things start happening that wears on our happiness. People will start coming up to us with their trays loaded with their plates, their half eaten food, their trash... and just leave it on the counter. Most people at least scrape of their food into the trashcans that have been conveniently placed next to the counter, or put their silverwear in the little silverware holders that are also conveniently placed for the campers next to the window... but they don't. They just shove their food onto the counter and skip away merrily...

So we grudgingly scrape their trays for them, all the while smiling and saying "Thank you!" But soon, we can smile no longer. No more happiness resides in our bodies... the counter will be full of trays and cups and plates, and the people at the window will be loading and pulling the dishes off as fast as possible... but we just don't do it speedy enough for the campers. So what they do is they put an inch of their tray onto the counter, and slowly start sliding it forward.... slowly, centimeter by centimeter, they push the big pile of dishes towards us. They think that if they can do it slow enough, then it will be ok, but the reality is that we suddenly have all these disorganized dishes that are being pushed on top of our hands and we can barely even think because now we don't even know where to start on the dishes that were just shoved towards us and then .... we snap. At this point I do the only thing that I can do... rap about cups.

"CUPS WIKI-WIKI-WIKI-CUPS-WIKI-CUPS!!!!!!!!!!!!" I suddenly scream in the camper's face... they look at me with alarm written across their face, but I don't even notice because of my rage. I have snapped, I am ashamed to admit it... I can't think coherently... all I can do is try to get rid of these dishes that are driving me mad, but they never stop coming... and then another innocent camper will come up to us at the window and ask, "Um, can I get a to-go box?"

This is probably the most frustrating part of my day... when campers ask me to do stuff for them while I am doing their dishes. "Can you get me some ketchup?" "The cranberry juice is out, can you change it?" "Can you put down that dish you have been scrubbing for the last 17 minutes and wash your hands so you can go into the back room to grab me a to-go box, because quite frankly I would just adore eating outside today... could you?"

NO, FREAKING CAMPER, I CAN'T. Because I am trapped in this vortex of a dishroom, and I cannot leave for any reason... I can not leave to get a drink or to go pee because if I do then the whole entire dishroom will suffer because suddenly we are one man short and then every one else has to do what you have been doing so then they can't do their own jobs so then we suddenly finish 10 minutes late because I had to tinkle. So no, I can't even pee... but please, let me leave my station to get you that to-go box.

Wow... I sound so angry. Eh, well, I guess I will just keep it up while I am on an angry rampage, I guess....

I think that my personal favorite is when we run out of food. Suddenly we realize that we are completely out of waffles... so we go back to the cooks and ask, "Are there any waffles ready?" Of course, there are not, because there are NEVER waffles. Seriously, every week, we run out of waffles. You think that while prepping the next week for waffles, they would think to themselves, "Hey... you know what? I think for the last 7 weeks now we have run out of waffles every time we have served them... maybe I should make a few more this week?" .... but no, they don't think that, so every week we have to go out and endure the anger of the campers while the cooks stay safely tucked inside of their kitchen, well away from the camper's eye daggers that they so love to throw at us.

People will come up to me and tell me, "You are out of waffles. Did you know you are out of waffles? Because you have been for 4 minutes now."

I want to say to them, "Really? We are out of waffles? REALLY? Wow... I didn't even notice... even though its my job to stand here directly behind the buffet line to watch the food and make sure that waffles don't run out... I can't believe that I missed that waffles have been out for four whole minutes! Thank you so much for telling me!!" (ya, thats right, you sensed the sarcasm...)

But I don't. Partially because I'm a pansy and partially because I don't want to get fired. So instead I just say "I know, and I apologize. The waffles should be out in about 3 mintues."

My favorite was one time a woman walked up to me with three empty crocks and shoved them into my arms (as I was carrying a pan of mashed potatoes) and said, "We need more cucumbers, tomatoes, and croûtons." So I had to man handle the pan of the mashed potatoes into its little warmer while holding these three partially empty crocks, all the while the old woman is staring at me and asking "do you know how long it will be until I can get those back?"

At this point I throw the croûton container into her face... she falls and hits her head and as she lays writhing on the ground I sprinkle the crumbs from the croutons in her face...

Ok, that never really happened, but it came SOOOO close to happening, dear readers...... I'm telling you, this job makes me nearly snap in a way that no other job can. Sheesh.

By the end of the day, we look like this.

Wow this was exhausting, writing this blog, so I am going to conclude... but if there are any dining hall friends of mine that have anything to add to it, feel free to post a comment...

Sorry for the anger.

Super Quick Blog Post

Ok, so I am waiting for someone to come and get me, so as I am waiting I decided that I would write a blog. :)

I don't really know what I want to write about... ok, so I actually know what I want to write, but I am super afraid to post it on the internet where anyone could read it and then people would judge me and my person.

So I will talk about something else... lets see, its about 11:54 at night right now, and a friend is picking me up SOON so we can drive an hour and camp in somebody's back yard so we can wake up really early tomorrow morning and go boating! It is going to be very eventful/very exhausting... and come to think of it, I only got 5 hours of sleep last night... hmm.... we all know how I feel about my sleep.

Oh well, that is what Sundays are for. Last Sunday I took a 5 hour nap, which then resulted in me sleeping in past work. I was pleasantly sleeping on my bed when I was awakened by a phone call.

Jess "Hey Kara..... you coming to work tonight?"

Kara: (Trying to sound like I didn't just wake up)..... uhhh... ya.... ya I am.

Jess: Where are you?

Kara: Um.... Why? What time is it?

Jess: 5

Kara: (screams and drops phone and hurriedly puts on clothes)

I arrived to work in 2 minutes, only to discover that my mouth tasted awful and that I had forgotten to put on socks. Thankfully another coworker had slept in too, so not all the angry attention was on me. :)

Well, my ride isn't here yet, so I am going to keep writing... if all of the sudden my writing stops its because my ride got here and I had to quickly stop writing and push the golden "PUBLISH POST" button... so don't be alarmed by any unfinished writing.....

Ok, never mind, I'm done talking now. Sorry that this blog was lame.

Things that I am going to do next semester because I AM GOING TO BECOME AN AWESOME PERSON!

So a lot of the time I like to think about the dream me... a kind, giving, beautiful, in shape person who can dance and act socially normal... who gets good grades in school while maintaining a job and a social life.... and who maybe is even a little famous, who knows? So I thought that I would make a list of things that I am going to do this next semester to help me reach my awesome self!

1. I'm going to start donating blood... and not selling it for money. Just good ol, stick-a-needle-in-my-arm and suck my blood and give it to someone else, no strings attached. I think this will help me start feeling like a better person too. (Side note -- if money gets tight, I will almost surely donate my blood plasma for money, even if my friends tell me its like prostitution.)
2. I'm going to start singing at open mike nights. Not only will it be a way to kind of put myself out there, but I think it will help me get over my stage fright... you know, the kind of stage fright that makes you want to vomit and cry all the same time? (haha just imagined what that would look like, vomiting and crying at the same time... I might just draw a picture of that, if I feel up to it. :) )
3. I am going to run everyday... oh yes, dear readers, you heard correctly... I am going to run EVERY DAY and then next summer I am going to run a half marathon because I promised my friend Anna and her mom that I would do it, and Anna promised that she would run it too (She even shook on it... ok, I may have raped her hand into the handshake position, but it was a legitimate handshake nonetheless, and she is running it, and I am too, SO THERE!)
4. I am going to study at least two hours everyday... sometimes up to 4. How do I know that I am going to study? Because I am going to rent a freaking study room every day, so that way I feel guilty for not using the study room. hahahahaha brain, what now?
5. My hair is going to grow all long and pretty... (is that creepy that when I wrote that, in my head it sounded like a little girl was saying it? "My heer is going to grow out all lahng and preety..."
6. I am going to make friends that are girls!! Yay for me!!
7. I am going to eat healthy... I am going to plan out my meals every month and then shop accordingly to them... all the while not spending more than 75 dollars a month in food.
8. I am going to be a money natzi, doing a budget every month and then putting money into certain envelopes... and once that money is gone in the envelope, it is gone for good! WHAT NOW, KARA? GUESS YOU ARE GOING TO GO HUNGRY UNLESS YOU PLAN YOUR MONEY OUT WISELY... mwahahahahahaha!
9. I'm going to take a dance class that will hopefully allow me to establish some sense of coordination... and then I am going to go dancing as much as possible! woot... speaking of dancing, going dancing tomorrow night, and I am super stoked about it.
10. I'm going to decorate my room freaking awesome with Kate... and Kate and I are going to make this semester the most memorable semester yet... :) We are going to be mature and sophisticated on the outside... but on the inside immaturity will run wild! Epic plans are going to be made, I'm sure of it.

Ok, ten is enough I guess. Point is, dear readers, in a year from now, this Kara is going to be a thing of the past. In her place will be new and improved Kara!!! da-da-da-DA! I feel like a superhero... speaking of which, I dressed up like a superhero yesterday, want to see a picture?? My name is the MOTOR UNLOADER (because I am getting so good at unloading dishes!)

Heehee.... That's Lucas on the floor... his name is Dishroom Distractor (I call him double d... despite the slight inappropriateness of the name. Double D is my arch nemesis... which is why I look so hateful in this picture)

Wellp, thats my blog!

hee hee.... I couldn't resist.

I THINK THAT THIS MIGHT BE MY BEST PICTURE YET

Oh my poor body... it just wants sleep so bad. On Thursday night I got three hours of sleep, and last night I got two hours of sleep. Don't ask me why... I just seem to save up all of my energy for the wee hours of the night, where suddenly I become very hyper and have to do something.

But fortunately, I take naps sometimes during the day. My ability to fall asleep wherever and whenever has grown very much these last few months. I will have an hour break between work and WABAAM! I am passed out on the couch, laying on my tummy with my hands over my head. or I will be in my room reading a book, and think to myself, "ooh.... maybe I could fall asleep and then maybe --" and then I pass out because I gave my brain permission to shut off.

I just awoke from a five hour nap. I don't entirely know how it happened. One minute I am reading "The Giver" (my favorite book of all time) and the next minute I am getting a phone call from a coworker of mine asking me why I'm not at work... five hours passed without me even changing positions. I looked like this:

(Yes, when I sleep I sleep in extremely baggy clothes and my hair goes everwhere and I occasionally drool a little... Needless to say I am VERY attractive at night.)

Oh.... so tired... too tired to finish this blog. I'm sorry, dear readers, that my blogs haven't really been up to par as of late... I have just been so busy and so tired, and I just haven't been investing as much time into my blog . And I'm sorry! Expect an amazing blog soon!

Summer is almost over.... soon the temperature is going to decline, the leaves are going to change into gorgeous colors, school will start again, and responsibilities will return. Soon I will leave all of my aspen grove friends to enter back into the real world... the world where I study for hours a day and can actually watch tv... Back to an apartment where my internet is actually speedy, back to living with my friend Kate. Back to working at L&T.... back to stressing about money. Part of me is really really happy that fall is coming, that I get to decorate my room with Kate, all the while watching endless fringe and supernatural episodes... making midnight 7/11 runs. I am so excited to meet new people, new BOYS, and start learning again.

But part of me is so sad... that this Aspen Grove phase of my life is over. This literally has been the best summer of my life. Even working was fun, because I have 16 awesome dining hall buddies to keep me company as I scrub dishes. Every night is an adventure... going down to p-town, the aspen grove dances, sneaking into the kitchen to grab a midnight snack. These people... I have lived with with, worked with them, played with them... 24 hours a day. It has been seriously amazing! And I am so sad that this phase of my life is over!

But seriously... life is amazing. I couldn't have made a better decision to come to BYU, to come to Aspen Grove... I am growing up, dear readers... which is scary and exhilarating at the same time.

Well I realize that this blog wasn't funny at all... but hey, its a bit insightful, right? Ok... maybe not... but at least its a blog. :D

THUNDER STORMS

So last night I was peacefully sleeping, dreaming of pleasant things like non-allergenic kittens and boys and bug-free houses, when suddenly I woke up to my CABIN SHAKING and the loudest noise I had ever heard and so then I sat up abruptly in my bed... yes, resulting in hitting my head, and then I looked out the window directly next to my head and I was blinded by a million lights... and in my head I thought "oh my gosh there is a plowtruck directly outside of my house about to plow it down, and its headlights are shining right on me... I AM GOING TO DIE!!!" and so I started freaking out. And then I slowly started thinking like a normal person, and realized that the lights were flickering and that the noise would start and stop...

and thats when I realized that there was a freaking thunderstorm right above me.

The realization that this was a thunderstorm scared me more than the thought that I was about to be plowed down by a plow truck.

THUNDERSTORMS SCARE ME SOOOO BAD. Especially when I am in a crappy cabin that shakes every time the thunder rumbles... and when the lightning outside of my window NEVER STOPS FLASHING...

I just curled up in a ball on my bed and put the blanket over my head to block out the flashing lights... but I couldn't block out the freaking noise and the shaking of my walls! All I wanted was for someone to cuddle me and make me feel safe... but I was sooo alone. :"(

Eventually, I hear one of my roommates whisper "............... is anyone else awake?" I instantly jumped out of my bed and said, "yes... I'm so scared." So we went out into our front room where we found another roommate who was sick with the stomach flu. We all just sat there scared together until the worst of the storm was over.

And I had to walk through thunder to get to my laptop to write this story. That is how much I love you all. :'O (That is my "I'm-so-scared-that-I-am-crying face.)

Rambling... sorry

So right now I am waiting for a video to load on my computer... but due to our EXTREMELY slow internet up here on the mountain, plus my friend Kelly loading a bunch of stuff onto her computer, this video is loading like 2 seconds a minute. So I have a few hours to kill, so I thought I could write a blog. Here I go.

So last night I discovered that I am horrible at rollar skating.... I went to an 80's rollar skating party last night, and it was AMAZING. I got my hair professionally done into a side pony, and then went to the party... ALL FOR FREAKING FREE. It was awesome. Except for the fact that I almost fell on my face about 13 times.... and at one point, a boy asked me to "dance"... but that basically consisted of me holding onto his hand for dear life as he tried to skate enough to pull the both of us... all the while I am screaming at the top of my lungs, making conversation near impossible. The poor boy couldn't wait to get rid of me. haha

Lets see.... today was "flash back" day at work... which means that you pick an era, and dress up according to that era... well, I decided to pick 1980's... but prom style. So I wore this pink dress that is all lacy and pretty to work... with my ugly tennis shoes underneath it (but no one could see because my dress went to the floor) We took a lot of pictures, and once I get them on my computer I will update this post with pictures!!!

Wow... this blog is boring. sorry about that... lets see... um, random fact: my friend Chelsea is morbidly afraid of toenail clippings... the other day, when I was trying to teach her the guitar, I started clipping my toenails. And she started screaming and covering up her mouth, screaming "They are going to go in my mouth, I am going to eat them!"

I just stared at her for a little while... she had the guitar in front of her face all the while screaming... I eventually started clipping again, and she was screaming "oh, they are so big!!" (which they were, because it had been a while since I had clipped my toenails.... sorry, tmi...) and so then she started screaming "THEY ARE GOING TO POKE OUT MY EYEBALLS!"

It was a very dramatic two minutes... I love that girl.

Anyways, life is good, love life is non-existent, and summer is getting closer and closer to being done. This thought saddens me, but excites me as well. :)

SLEEP!

I love sleep. I love it so much. I love it more than food and boys and friends. I love nothing more than to feel my eyelids get heavy, and slowly crawl into my bed, snuggling under my sheets and laying on my stomach...

I am a stomach sleeper... I used to be a side sleeper, and on occasion I still do sleep on my side. Sometimes I like to sleep on my back, making my legs form a "4" with my right leg bent... but most of the time, I love sleeping on my little tummy... I seriously will instantly pass out once I roll onto my stomach.

But as much as I love sleep, I seem to never get any... I stay up really late every night, and I have to get up at 7 in the mornings to be to work on time... getting up is seriously such an ordeal for me. I will be blissfully sleeping, dreaming of dancing and koala bears when suddenly I am awakened by

"DEAR JAMIE... I GOT A LETTER I WOULD LIKE TO SEND...."

Its my stupid alarm. I quickly grab my phone, because I feel guilty waking up my 7 roommates at such an early hour... so I grab the phone and fiddle with the buttons until the annoying music turns off... and then I shove the phone under my pillow and roll back onto my tummy... and then four minutes later I hear

"I SHOULD HAVE USED A PENCIL BUT LEADS JUST NOT PERMANT"

but this time when I hear my alarm, it is directly underneath my ear so it scares the living crap out of me so I wake up from my dreams thinking that an alarm is going off in aspen grove and that a nuclear bomb is about to hit and I only have seconds to live and then BAM I hit my head on the bar above my head ... I mumble to myself as I slowly come to, rubbing my head as I try to detangle myself from my sheets. I finally will get all the way on top of my covers, and then I will sit up and stretch my achy muscles... only to hit my head again. So I end up just rolling out of bed, hitting the floor and then kind of crawling to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I am not a pretty sight in the morning... my hair is all frizzy and big around my face, all of my makeup has been rubbed off during the night, and my eye makeup is smeared in raccoon-fashion around my eyes. My lips are swollen from sleeping on my stomach all night...

I love sleep. I love it so very much. I just need some freaking more of it...

I'm going to take a nap.

The last few days

Ok, so the last few days have been really uneventful... or really eventful, however you want to took at it. I am learning a dance for national dance day that "so you think you can dance" taught me on youtube... sometimes I think to myself, "wow, Kara, maybe you do have the ability to dance on beat... maybe one day you can be a normal dancer!" but then I go in a room that has reflective windows to dance and am able to watch myself dance and I realize how sadly mistaken I am. Sigh... I look like a four year old dancing to an old brittany spears song... except that the four year old tops me. SIGH.

But anyways, two nights ago I did this dance over and over because I really want to perform it for the opening show up here at aspen grove (which is where the staff get up and do funny things or performs...) and I don't want to look like an idiot up there on stage, so I think to myself that if I practice over and over and over again then magically my uncordination will disappear and I will transform into a sexy dancer who can entrance anyone who watches her into a stance and then I WILL TAKE OVER THE WORLD WITH MY ROCKING DANCE MOVES!!!

Unfortunately, that probably will never happen... but I have been dancing like crazy anyways... :) But ya, two nights ago I danced my little heart out and then right after I was done dancing, I started feeling really really really really sick. And I was like, "oh no............. not again..................."

Sigh.... I was so sick. But I'm all better now, dear readers. My tummy has been healed... except, I suspect that I am lactose intolerant!!! Do you know what this means??? It means never any more ice cream... never anymore milkshakes... no more frosties.... no more slices of cheese when I run out of food to eat at my apartment... no more milk on my cereal... oh so depressing...

Or maybe its all in my mind, and I am just getting sick for no apparent reason...

I need a doctor.

P.S I will post a video of me dancing very soon!!! :)