I Absolutely Love...

When the day before school starts you're enjoying a relaxing evening with your friends in the living room when you step into the kitchen to realize that your entire kitchen floor is covered in about an inch of water. Yes folks, my kitchen flooded last night. From the water heater. The girls below us apparently had water coming out of their vents and smoke detectors. Thus, we had to turn the hot water off until a plumber could come. Which is why my "shower" today was interesting. We're talking more of a sponge bath. I was willing to take a cold shower, but my shower didn't agree as it apparently needs hot water to run at all. So I washed my hair in the sink. Which wasn't really working out, so instead of a wash it was more of a dampening. And now I'm off to my first day of school. Luckily it's only work and then one class before I'm home. Thank Heavens.

Can I Just Say...

I am so tired. It has been a long summer. Last summer went by so fast. This summer... well, it definitely dragged on. It's funny to think about the differences between then and now. I mean, it was the same job, in the same room, working with the same bosses, and even a couple of the same coworkers, eating the same food... but this summer... I hiked. I dated someone. I made friends with people that I didn't work with. I went to a real ward. I saw a ton of movies. And as the summer comes to a close, I'm not crying. Last summer I was bawling with a month or two left because I was going to miss everybody so much. I really found myself here last summer. This summer it was just another stage of life, or another transition. I mean, I love everybody that I worked with this year, but it was a different kind of love. Last year everyone was my best friend and I couldn't bare to not see them all the time. This year I see them all the time but I don't crave it, and it's probably because we haven't spent as much close time together. I'm just glad that I'm not crying. I'm glad that as I unpack my new apartment I'm not sobbing over mementos. It was a good summer, and I'm quite fond of it, but I'm excited for the new school year. I'm excited to move on and see what life holds for me.

And now, I'd like to relive some of my favorite moments this summer:
Fitting 9 people into Amanda's car after spending time at Wyview.
Geocaching with my little brother.
Playing with August.
Eating so much at Tucano's (for free!) and then lying in the back of the van screaming that I was going to throw up.
Going to the hot springs. The best part of this was the man rubbing mud in my hair.
David asking me to go on a date with him. To temple square.
Scaling the mountain at Rock Canyon, getting stuck and terrified, and singing "I Know that my Redeemer Lives". Also telling David that if I died, to tell my mom that I had kissed a boy so that she wouldn't think my life had been so pathetic.
Getting sick. I still think that it was the Swine Flu, and having to wear that mask at the Health Center was terrific.
Hiking Stewart Falls. It was gorgeous.
Hiking Rock Canyon with Marie and Camille. I love Rock Canyon.
The CA Girls sleepover in David John! Wrestling with Chelsey, prank calling the boys, the rainstorm, eating tons of yummy food, watching Taylor Swift music videos! What more could you ask for?
Making Dave watch Pollyanna.
Working Stadium of Fire. Especially when I flooded the 3100 floor.
My first visit to Costco. It was amazing.
David's mission call. I'm not going to lie, it took everything I had in me not to cry.
Seeing more of Levi's nipples then I ever wanted to see.
Meteor shower with Rochelle and Levi. It was lovely.
Pretending to be a nature photographer with David.
Arrested Development in the Tanner. (Cu-cocka, cocka, cocka!).
Telling Levi that if he were from Greek mythology, he'd be Pegasus.
Ashley visiting, writing letters to Ben and Jared, visiting every museum on campus.
Dave telling me that I was beautiful.
Driving to Sandy to see (500) Days of Summer.
Yahtzee Showdown! with Boyd and Hayley.
Spontaneously deciding to see The Time Traveler's Wife at midnight.
Going to the creepy Spanish Fork theater to see the kid statues hanging from the ceiling... I mean, to see My Sister's Keeper.
Driving the Alpine and Nebo loops.
Tickle fights.
Nerts. Nerts, Nerts, and more Nerts.

Quick Recap

I haven't had enough time to post, but I did want to mention a few things.
A. I loved the meteor shower! Some of them were so bright and big. And I love that meadow...
B. I love love LOVE (500) Days of Summer. Yes, I've seen it twice.
C. Ditto minus one love for The Time Traveler's Wife. It was great. It was great seeing Levi cry, and hearing that girl sob in the theater.
D. My new apartment has tons of stairs. Not the best for when you have to move in with a load of crud.
E. Grrr.... I hate boys.

Em Hem.

I am bored.

And Rochelle is back from Mexico.

And there's a meteor shower tonight.

And I am currently stuck at the desk.

Bored.

Jared's Story

So I've written before about my friend Jared who's on his mission in Texas. Well, today I got a letter from him and there was this great story about an investigator in it and I wanted to share it.

"And finally... prepare yourself to hear about our... 'other' investigator. A couple days before Sunday we taught this old alcoholic homeless man sitting on a milk crate under a tree... while it was raining a little. So we commited him to come to church... and miraculously... when us and a member dropped by the porch he said he would be sleeping on... he was there and ready. So he hops in the car and smells of alcohol and other foul odors. And he tells us and the memaber about how he's a homeless man trying to change, but the devil's in him.
So we're then outside the church building and we're trying to make sure Leon knows he has to be reverent inside. So we go in the sacrament rom and sit in the back where the overflow is at and sit down. Things are going pretty smoothly until a little bump after the first prayer. After it was given he continued to pray in his mind. So the high councilman is now doing stake business and Leon finishes his prayer with a chant like, hand waiving, spell casting, power ranger like prayer finish and then resumes watching. Everything ended smoothly until the end of the meeting when... the 'spirit got into him'. We tried to escort him out quickly but loud hello's and arms raised and some praising the Lord was seen. Also, while going out... to one of the sisters in the ward he made a comment that was something to the effect of... 'what's up girl?!?!?!'. So we're now in the parking lot and he has advanced to some dancing. So Brother Brown pulls through and helps us take him home. Leon curses some more... calls himself a 'black angel', asks for a dollar, we set up a return appointment, we drop him off and he dances away."

End of story... for now. :)

Lucky Clothes

I bought this top in a pretty light blue color at Down East about a month ago. It was more money than I have ever spent on a single shirt. It hurt to pay for it. I thought that I was spending way too much for an article of clothing, but I thought that it was lovely. I thought that it was a lovely color on me, and I loved the cut. I once read about lucky clothes, and other clothes that bring up memories. This was to be my lucky shirt. Dave and I had been having problems when I bought it, and I thought that the minute he saw me in it he'd think about how beautiful I was. I guess it was just me being naive.

I wore it for the first time on a Saturday. I went to the temple with Boyd and Hayley. I threw it on while Dave was waiting for me in the lobby. Instead of telling me how pretty I looked, he asked why I was dressed up. As if I hadn't just been telling him how I was going to the temple. That night he broke up with me sitting on the bench in front of Taylor Hall, while I was wearing my "lucky shirt". I wore that shirt a couple Sundays ago. That was the Sunday that I was stuck with my visiting teaching companion for a half hour on her bed. And the Sunday where I vocally admitted that nothing was ever going to happen between James and I.

I wore it again today. I figured that I was going on a fun trip with Levi and Hilary, and I wanted to wear this shirt to watch 500 Days of Summer. Tonight, Dave and I sat on that same bench while I wore that same top, and he told me about how he felt like crap because I didn't inform someone that I used to work with that Dave was not actually a creeper. Seriously? You acted abrasive towards me all night while Levi and I were at the desk, and you tell me it's because I didn't stand up for you earlier that day? A of all, it would have been better had you told me that you were jealous that I was hanging out with another boy. B of all, do you really not realize that I admitted to having dated you when I could have denied it? Or that when she was told that I broke up with you, that I corrected it and said that you had actually dumped me? So what if one girl thought that you were a creeper! I dated you! You think that that would make up for something! And let's not forget the embarrassment that I get to feel knowing that everyone thinks that the person I chose to date was a creeper! That makes me look bad, too! I stood up for you just by dating you! Get over yourself. Stop trying to make me stroke your ego. I am not your girlfriend anymore. Don't text me your whereabouts late at night. Don't tell me about your family problems. Tell that to your new girlfriend. You know, the one you broke up with me for. So yes, I was selfish, and when you started to get emotional about your brother, I didn't say anything, because a month ago in exactly 48 hours, you broke up with me on that same bench while I was wearing what was supposed to be my lucky shirt. It's tainted. Thanks. I really appreciate the tainting of the one shirt I spent a whole $10 more on than I have any other shirt.

P.S. One day I'm going to start believing that this shirt isn't unlucky anymore. And I'm going to wear it in front of a guy that appreciates me, and will tell me exactly how beautiful he thinks I look in it. And I'll probably have his babies. And I'm going to make him wildly happy. And I'm going to stroke his ego as much as I want to. And no one is ever going to think that he was a creep. And he is going to love me unconditionally. And he won't mind the fact that I want to be a doctor and that I'll have to go through med school that will put us into debt. And he'll make me feel good about myself. And he won't ever make me feel like he could do better than me, instead, he'll act as if he's the luckiest man in the world. The end.

P.S.S. Regarding when you asked me if Levi had a good time today, yes I think that he did. Proving the fact that guys can have a good time around me even if we're just friends and not spending our entire time together kissing. In fact, most people have a good time around me period. Period.

Breakfast.

I've never been a fan of breakfast. Usually, I end up eating a burrito or soup for breakfast. However, working at the Cannon with a meal plan means that I end up eating breakfast in the Cannon Center on a frequent basis. And I think it's disgusting. The eggs have what look like water bubbles in them. The fruit looks weird. The sausage greasy. None of it looks very appetizing, and I can't even fall back on cereal because the milk comes out of the most disgusting plastic tubes I have ever seen.
This is besides the point. The point is that breakfast is even worse when I have to eat it on a Monday, Wednesday, or Friday. It's on these mornings when Lindsey works the register. And it's these mornings when the last thing I really want to do, in order to eat the most disgusting breakfasts ever, is to pass the girl that Dave is pursuing, and have her smile at me sweetly, and tell me that my dress is cute or mention that we have the same middle names... I don't care. I wish she'd go away. I wish that she'd work in the back all the time and leave me free in the mornings.
Again, I don't want Dave back. Maybe nobody really believes this, but it's true. I didn't like where it was going. I don't like Dave like that anymore... But it's still hard to know that he broke up with me and is now pursuing her again. Sure he says that he didn't break up with me to date her, but when less than 48 hours after dumping me he's texting her again, it doesn't make you feel that way.
The worst part is that I know that he was going on dates with her before we started dating, so really, to her I am the other woman. But to me, she's the other woman. Ultimately, she won. And she knows it! It just embarrasses me. I was embarrassed when he chose me over her, but she was never around. She was at the Hill Cumorah Pageant. I have to walk by her 3 times a week or starve. And it sucks. It sucks. Really, I'm just mad that Dave has someone to date and I don't.

Cookie Time.

One of the most delicious desserts to eat at the Cannon Center these days are chocolate chip cookies. Today, Hilary took a bite of David's cookie at dinner, and said that she loved them warm! Knowing there was not a microwave available in the cafeteria, I enquired as to how he got a warm one. The answer? The toasters. Intrigued and excited, I took two chocolate chip cookies and popped them in the toaster for a short amount of time. They popped back up, and I grabbed the first one. Because it was so warmed up and gooey, it started to crumble, and I barely got it out. As for the second one... I lifted it and as soon as I touched it part of it broke off. The only problem with this was that the cookie was a bit smaller, so afterwards, I couldn't grab it at all. So Tyler's sister Adrianne came by and saw that I was a bit in distress, as there were Cannon workers walking around and I didn't want them to notice that I had put a cookie in the toaster. So she tried to pop it up and out, and it broke into smaller pieces and got a tad bit mashed up in the wires. We then turned over the toaster to get it out, but it was stuck. Embarassed, I went back to the table. Hilary volunteered to fish it out for me, and returned with my ruined cookie, 2 forks, 2 knives, and a spoon. Yes, she had fished it out with silverware. Well, as long as it was no longer in the toaster, it was fine. 5 minutes later, I left the table to make more warm gooey cookies. The end.

The New Mailroom

To understand this story, you have to understand that the new mailboxes in the new mailroom are not made of glass. Thus, you cannot see through them unless one is opened.

So last night I was leaving the office at about 1 AM. I decided to leave through the mailroom, and outside I could hear a bunch of boys being loud, obnoxious idiots while checking their mail. One of them opened his box and stuck his hand in all the way to the other side. I could see him, but he could not see me. He then proceeded to take a flyer from his mailbox, stuck his hand out the other side, and placed it in the mailbox above his. So I took it, and put it back in his mailbox. He then started screaming that the flyer had mysteriously come back! And then he tried once more to place the flyer in the mailbox above his. So I took it out again and put it back in his. He then started screaming (literally, screaming) that it kept coming back, and that he had seen a hand! In his own words, which he kept repeating for the next five minutes and to which Hilary can confirm, he said, "Dude, there was a hand! You don't even know! There was a hand!". It was great, because he exclamations made it sound as if he thought that there wasn't a body attached to my hand.

I then stuck another 15 flyers into his mailbox to teach him a lesson. The end.