Yes, the roommate blog will continue. No, fruitsnacks don't count as dinner.

Hello hello hellllllllll o. Technically this blog should stop because Allison and I are no longer roommates. Because I killed her. Literally. ...but it will continue. "No use crying over spilled milk"

So, before Allison died, I went to her apartment because it was pride night. I've noticed for not being gay, we go an awful lot of gay clubbing. Wheird. But hey! It was okay this last time because it Was Pride Weekend. Annnyway it was a great time, a night of surprises if you will. During the tranny show/whatever you want to call it, Allison got raped by a girl in the middle of the crowd. Ahhh c'mon gay guys, just because you don't like girls doesn't mean you can let them rape each other! Manners!

No, she didn't Actually get raped, but my sources tell me there was a lot of face stroking... :/ Probably the girl couldn't get enough of her boobs.

• Side Note: ALWAYS assume people are writing statuses on your logged-in Facbook page. Poor Sarah.

I am a GREAT weehole (weehole = wing-ho = wing-woman. Don't ask why). Saige, Eden, Sarah, and Liz, however, are not. Now, I would have saved her from this traumatic experience, but I was busy with some stuff... Just so we're all on the same page here; it's still considered an empty stomach if you ate 2 packages of fruitsnacks for dinner. Who would've guessed? Not me. No worries, by the end of the night all was fine, sprained ankles and all.

Here's a question to ponder late at night: Why. WHY do all the hot guys have to be gay? Oh wait, because we were at a gay club. Maybe we should try REAL clubbing? Just a thought.

After DA club, there was a sleepover at Allison and Paige's. I'm still a little bitter I wasn't allowed to sleep in Paige's bed with her and her boyfriend. IT'S FINE. I guess it would've been kinda awkward anyway ...for them. Nope, instead Allison and I facebooked for quite a while, then chatted late into the night about deep things like philosophy, boobs, etc. What a Friday WHAT a Friday, my friends.

And that was Pride Weekend!!! Not counting Saturday or Sunday, which I have no more energy to write about. If you Really want to know, talk to Allison about it.

Ohhhh shit, YOU CAN'T because she's dead.

Oh Jesus...

Good morning/afternoon/night/riddance/grief. How are ya’ll doin? School has ended, summer is beginning, and I’m moved into a new-ish apartment with the one and only Paige. Daley should just come live with us. And Saige. And Liz and Sarah. Just everyone. Not seeing all these kids every day sucks. But it’s time for new beginnings, right?

Since moving in Paige and I have had many adventures. I don’t think we understood how much work an apartment required to look good. What? We don’t just throw in some furniture, eat some cereal everyday, and call it good? Here is the story from the beginning:

In the beginning God created the broken windows and greasy cabinets. The apartment was without furniture and smelled kinda funny, and darkness was upon it because of lack of lightning. And God said, “Let there be light”; and there was a lamp. And God saw the lamp and it would do ok for now. (Skip the part about light, dark, day, night, land and water). And God said, “Let the parents bring forth food, drink, and paper towels in which the kids can use and live from.” And it was so. On the third day God said, “Let Daley, Paige, and Allison sleep on the floor and watch ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’ from a laptop.” And it was so… uncomfortable. On the fourth day God said, “Let there be a struggle to get a couch, two beds, a bookshelf, and a dining room table up the stairs.” And it was so. And God saw it and it was funny to watch. On the fifth day God said, “Let there be a cool chair so large that it will not fit in a Honda Civic but instead cause frustration to the masses. Oh and let it be raining too.” And it was so, and it sucked. And God saw this and broke the chair. Later, God created IKEA. And God said, “Behold, cranky people, Swedish furniture, and a food court all in one place. I have given you every kind of dresser, in every color, a plethora of chairs, in which you shall sit after building. And I have given you really good cinnamon rolls.” God saw everything he had created and it was profitable and good. On the sixth day God created a chalkboard wall, DVD player, and toaster oven. And they were good. Thus the apartment was finished. And on the seventh day, Allison got crabs from Saige. God saw the ugly creatures and regretted putting them on the ark.

That about sums up the first week of moving in. And all this with no day of rest. Not trying to one up the Lord Almighty but…

Paige and I are actually really enjoying our apartment. Every day there is a new and exciting thing to discover. No hot water, a broken mail key, dead plugs, and shoddy craftsmanship on the windows just makes us grateful for living 30 minutes away from home. Oh and did I mention we don’t have Internet yet? I have gotten so much done without constantly checking Facebook. It is terrible.

Layton Police caught me ridin dirty (is that still cool?). I was disappointed in myself after handing my license and registration to the mustached cop. I was hoping against hope to only get a warning while accepting my fate until I saw the second cop car pull up. That’s when I got worried. What had I done recently? It couldn’t have been the dogfights; Jorge was cool he wouldn’t rat me out. What about that drug cartel I was apart of? Or the Ponzi Pyramid scheme? Oh shit it couldn’t have been that free cable deal I had going on… I was just getting ready to gun down the road and start my new life as Martha the middle aged quilter from New Jersey when the officer came up to my window and handed me my information back and a ticket for speeding. Really? Two officers for a ten over speeding ticket? Please. I was getting ready for my debut on Cops.

Until next time remember: never underestimate the power of boobs in a job interview… Sarah. The last Pirates movie is just as terrible as the last two. And just as long. Saige and I are master photographers. Sometimes homeless people walk around the library… Actually all the time. I feel like Daley and I are getting a divorce, who gets custody of the blog? 

Get out your Abercrombie polos, it's springtime.

Since freaking Allison blogged, I thought 7 of 50 would be out-doing myself ...but I'll do it anyway. I'll be honest, I used to always think blogging was kind of a joke. I still do. But here I am blogging, so what does that say about me? Speaking of jokes, let's say there is someone you constantly text because you like them and you think they you. Let's also say the ratio of texts you send to texts you receive is about 14 to 5. Let's also say this person constantly finds the longest, most out of the way routes to the dorms out of fear of having to see/talk to you. REALLY? Pleeeease, you need to leave them alone.

It is definitely Spring. Oh you want proof? My chemistry professor has changed his wardrobe from button-up dress shirts to short-sleeved Abercrombie polos. SPRING IS HERE! And with spring comes the end of second semester. There are many things I will miss about the living in the dorms:

• douches
• the lingering mystery smell of whatever the hell the suitemate makes drifting into our room
• listening to our neighbor Not get better at the acoustic guitar
• stinky hallways
• the neighbor's new sound system

Things I will not EVER miss, in fact, HATE:

• always waking up in the middle of the night to freaking Allison hovering over me watching me sleep
• "laaaadies"
• Sarah likes the cake in Matilda (fact: Matilda was Not adopted at birth)
• sheep with machine guns
• laughing at girls who fall out of cars
• "astronomers"
• Christmas music warzz
• Iron Chef nights AND DOMINATING EVERY TIME
• waking up with my face on our toilet :/
• turning our room into a theater
• the asian he-she, who is probably a she (lack of adam's apple)
• HP with fake nose rings

I am a very hateful person and this list can go on forever, dear readers, so I stop it here at "HP with fake nose rings".

I have a recent obsession with the wizard people dear readers videos. I may or may not have downloaded the whole movie and finished it within 3 days... Cool.

I leave you with the quote of the year: "Hey Ron, you look tired. Have you been tested for diseases?"

I want to change my name to Alli$on.

Am I the only one that struggles with doors? Either I'm pulling when it's a push or I neglect to open the door fully and end up running into it. I'm the person who enters a revolving door and forgets what to do. I also never know the appropriate time for holding the door open for someone. If they are 100ft away but walking fast do I stand there like a doorman and hope they tip? What if it's Sunday? So many factors. Oh and you know that awkward situation when someone is coming out of a door and you're going in? You do a little tango deciding who is going to go first then someone ends up pressed up on the wall holding the door open for the other person. Doors are an annoyance. If I had anything to do with it I would never leave my house or my WOW account.

Enough about doors. I think we can all agree that 11 sentences on doors is 11 sentences too many. I realized today that this blog was created for the use of Daley and me to chronicle our adventures in college as roommates. There is one problem though, this time next week we will no longer be roommates. What will become of this blog? I know a lot of you are asking "Will you be there?" (not like the Michael Jackson song Daley and I recently rediscovered from our Free Willy days). Calm down Saige, Daley and I will continue writing at random intervals so you can continue to kill time while waiting for the doctor or at a wedding. Once a roomie always a roomie. PROTECT THIS HOUSE! And by 'house' I mean 'blog.'

This last week Daley, Liz, and I participated in a bike parade. We dressed up and won 3rd place ($40 to Dodo's HELL YEAH). Here is the picture. It speaks for itself.

Al, Ernie, and Dale. We enjoy NASCAR, beef jerky, America, beer, and our hounds. 

So since the end of my freshman year is approaching fast, let me take a minute to remember the year that has passed. Let's get to it.

Met Daley (roomies at first sight). Went to Target at midnight with my new friends Saige, Paige, Sarah, and Liz (didn't realize they were terrified of me). Saige saying, "All I can think about is vaginas." and deciding to start a Dictures album to capture all these moments. Going to She & Him with Daley kins and Talia. Realizing how much I dislike the suite mates. Buying coloring books at Smiths. Going to football games... correction: going to a football game. Realizing that I live in the shit hole of residence halls when Daley and I saw a couch in front of our dorm and someone peeing on the corner of the building. Tuesday night movies with all the cool kids (matinee prices ALL DAY). DI runs for POWER TEES and of course POWER TEE Thursday. Bananagrams and other games with the cool kids minus Saige. Tagging Sarah and Liz's car and saying they are "sooooo DTF." Limeade before the gym, terrible idea. Starting a blog with my favorite roommate. Harry Potter talk. Rules of the room. Playing quidditch.. on greek row. BUENO BUENO BUENO Dorm Mix! Saige being a Chaige all day long. Pumpkin carving contests and Sarah ditching out. Rocky Horror Picture show. Orch Dorks 4 life. Christmas/Hanukkah time. Christmas cards, secret santa, and red-eye remover. Season of the Bitch. Daley downloads porn. Light shows, coffee, and country capitals. Dance party in Provo at the OZZ! Festival of Colors. Making giant cupcakes that break and are overly pink. Lip-synching videos and realizing I don't know the words to any Celine song. Apartment hunting with Paige. Chemistry with Daley and Paige. Bike Parade and being the best rednecks we could be. Sushi for Paige's birthday and having our cake and eating it too.

I know I'm leaving out a ton of stuff but I think we all get the point.

I'm going to miss these kids. 

I can't think of a clever title so let's just dive right in...

I write today to address a serious issue that I’m having. I don’t know how many of you have been afflicted with this terribly wonderful website but I know that it takes up 95% of my time with the other 5% being sleep time. StumbleUpon. It’s a slippery slope and once you start stumbling you can’t stop (hence the stumbling) and the worst part is there is no anonymous support group like those alcoholics get. This problem is seriously contagious. Spread mainly through word of mouth and posting, StumbleUponitis can be spread to as many as 400 people a day. This number is of course dependent on how much you talk to your real life friends and how much you spam your Facebook friends (which are not real friends, Chris Hansen will tell you that). It’s a problem reaching the level of epidemic right next to poking and tweeting.

Have you ever caught yourself staring off into space and that space happens to be occupied by a person… Who is staring back? Maybe this only happens to me. I sometimes get so wrapped up in my thinking that I forget that I haven’t blinked or looked away from a person in a good 2 minutes. I have been thinking of a solution to this problem for a good month now and the only one I have come up with is pulling a “That’s So Raven” moment. After you realize what you’re doing, blink several times, shake your head, and say, “Cory’s in trouble!” then run off. This may make you look crazy but it could possibly get you a TV show.

Lately there have been several people around campus tabling on behalf of various efforts. All these people have one thing in common; they want to talk to me incessantly until I listen. I’ve come up with a solution to this problem too. Simply look at them and say, “I found Jesus. Have you?” Being at the U campus this would work about 85% of the time. If you are at a liberal arts college expect this to work almost 100% of the time but also expect to have very few friends. And if you go to a private institution (BYU) don’t even try this tactic. Just listen to the people or pretend you’re deaf. Of course knowing those over achievers at BYU they are probably all fluent in sign language. You can also apply this phrase to a lot of situations in life such as when you are at McDonald's. ("Do you want to Super Size that?" "Let me answer your question with another. Have you found Jesus?") God forbid you would be at McDonald's but I'm just spit balling ideas here. 

Daley recently had a problem with a certain suite mate using her shampoo. What’s the solution to this problem? Voice a loud phone conversation in the bathroom stating how the shampoo works great and that almost all the crabs are gone.

Daley and I need to go grocery shopping. We currently have Saltines, peanut butter, jam, sketchy drinks, and wontons in our refrigerator. So if you have a good recipe using those ingredients please let me know immediately! We probably have a couple mints somewhere too so keep that in mind.

For those reading, please refrain from having an album on Facebook with the title, “Me!” or “Just Being Me” or “pIcS oF mE!!! :)” or any variation of that those. It’s your Facebook. We realize that you will have pictures of yourself. You don’t need to be so conceited to have 174 pictures of yourself in a bathroom, in a mirror, with your friends cropped out, or showing off every outfit you own. No one cares. It’s almost as bad as writing a blog. Almost but not quite. 

And now for the grand finale! I hate when people use those damn headsets to talk on the phone. Especially in the library. People need to stop complaining about Utah weather. Mostly because the subject is taking over my News Feed and makes it hard to do some serious Facebook stalking. I feel bad for Rebecca Black. I think everyone forgets she is the scapegoat for the dumb ass who wrote the song and auto tuned it (if you don't know what I'm talking about see the "Friday" by Rebecca Black music video). And she is like 14. Making fun of a 14 year old is pretty rude. Pick on someone your own size like Ke$ha. Sometimes I complain about things and call it a blog. Without me what would you have done with the last 5 minutes of your life? Have a wonderful day and leave the library to talk on your phone.

Four score and seven years ago... I blogged.

Alright it's been a long time since I blogged. I'm not going to lie when I started typing in the address of the blog I had to sit there and think about it. I couldn't remember how to get here. Where have I been? More importantly where has Daley been? This is when she is supposed to step up. No matter. I have been busy with school and life in general. Also catching up with Survivor and Biggest Loser. Who doesn't enjoy watching people competing while losing weight for money? Which is essentially what both these shows are about. I'll quickly catch you up on some of the more important things that have happened in the last month or so. Ready? Here we go.

School, meetings, remembering that C's get degrees, sickness, gym clown, meeting new people, making new enemies, burning bridges, contacting people, volunteering, hanging out with friends, polar bear shirts, St. George, night adventures, finding a cure for procrastination (in progress), labs, labs, labs, getting lunch, golf, Facebook stalking, Rango, "I'm sorry do I know you? Cool.", coffee, a permanent fixture, keys, Ucards, and red beards, oh my, Mermaid Baby makes me want to have their babies, wait what?, self portraits, Cedar City Crew, parties, baby sitting, child sitting, but no adult sitting, lettuce discuss religion, in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth, then raging waters, then the wave pool, and that my friend is how babies are made.

Any questions? Yeah I have some too.

1. Why is Saige always a mom and pressuring me to write? I'll write when I want to alright? Love you Saige.
2. Is country music good? SPOILER ALERT No.
3. Why did they build a playground on a fault line? Kids don't love faults.
4. Wanna come over and fold my laundry?
5. Why do people put so much stock into Facebook updates?

I'll address the final question now. Really though people. The Messiah himself is not updating Facebook.  Contrary to popular belief, Facebook is not the know all tell all source of information in the world. Although, it is getting pretty close, just right behind Wikipedia. This is a legitimate conversation I heard on the shuttle:

"So, like, she was in a relationship with Brogan on Facebook one day then the next day she was like single then the next day she was in a relationship again but it was complicated. So like are her and Brogan still together?"
"I checked this morning and she was single again."

What the hell? First of all, Brogan? That's asking for your kid to be a Bro. Second of all, whatever happened to phone calls? Just the call the bitch up and ask her. If she is willing to post her life on the internet I bet she is willing to have a five minute conversation about Brogan.

Don't get me wrong, I am an avid Facebook user and would probably be much more productive without it but it gets a bit ridiculous. Updates can be the worst. I found out that you can block people off your wall feed. This is great because then I don't have to deal with that awkward moment when I delete them and then they try to add me again and I click the "not now" option giving them false hope for the future. It's a vicious cycle. How do you decide whether or not to block someone? If they do one or more of the following things they may be a contender for being blocked:

1. They update their Facebook status more than 5 times a day.
2. They play Farmville.
3. They invite you to a "FlOwEr HeAdBaNd PaRtY!!"
4. They have more than one mirror picture in an album entitled "Me!"
5. They use the word "niggaz" in all their status updates.
6. Their name rhymes with Paige Moddin.
7. They have a blog.

These are just some of my criteria but you can make your own.

For those of you who maybe read my Christmas blog or have seen my dog Cooper you know that he is a little strange. And it has now come to the attention of my family that he is probably going to be a midget.  I want to get one of those handicap parking passes for him. Mostly for me though since he can't drive at all. 

See that studly man hogging the foreground? That's my boy. Look how little he has grown. And Abby is in the background. She is pretty hot. 

Until next time do me a favor and get to your local coffee shop and hipster it up. Listen to some good music. Look at the stars and think of that homework assignment you didn't do. And most importantly, meet some new people and make them think your name is Thomas. 

Sometimes I forget what to write about.

Saige got mad at me because my writing has been so sporadic over the last couple of weeks. You know what I had to say to her? A few choice words that would make my grandmother gasp. But she is probably right. So here we are. The next episode of a mediocre life stuck in a routine of no sleep and too much work.

Last week wasn't very fun. Nothing jumps out in my memory that would be worth reading about. So I'll fast forward to Friday night. Liz, Sarah, Shae, and I decided to be hipsters and go get coffee in a local coffee shop and not that corporate-mainstream-bitch Starbucks. While there we quizzed Sarah on capitols of all the countries. She didn't fail. Not once. She is a machine. I'm a little scared of her. when we ran out of countries we decided to go to the Clark Planetarium to go look at the pendulum knock over metal dominoes and see a light show. The light show was called "Rock on Demand" so basically it was a bunch of 70's music set to light that would have been killer if I had been stoned out of mind.

After a nice Saturday and Sunday spent in Ogden I came back to Salt Lake, back to reality, oh there goes gravity. Oh Eminem. Anyway, I came back to a three hour study session with Paige for an infamous chemistry exam on Monday. I got an 89. Should have made it a four hour study session I guess. On Monday Daley and I caught the same bus back up to the HC when something funny/traumatizing happened. To set the scene I'll give some more detail. I walked out of chemistry lab and it looked like it had just been raining but clearing up, dark clouds, a little chilly, and puddles on the ground. I got onto the wrong bus and with the 15 minutes it took to get to the HC it had started hailing making the ground and grass a wet and muddy mess. So Daley and I depart the shuttle and start walking, cutting across the grass to save us all of about five seconds. Half way across the grass we both took a wrong step and started to slip. Daley, having years of ninja training was able to stay on her feet, I was not so lucky. I fell on my ass in the mud and Daley instead of acting like a decent human being sprinted away onto the sidewalk and proceeded to laugh while I got up, took two steps, and fell again. To be fair I was laughing hysterically too. By the time I got to the sidewalk I was covered in mud and all I had to say to Daley was, "Why did you run away from me?" To which she answered with more laughter. This is why we are roommates. Laughing at another's pain is what we love.

So after the snow-rain-hail combo shit that fell from the sky, the campus has become an ice sheet in some places. This makes for some very funny slipping moments. Whether it is someone I know or just some poor soul trying to get to class, I still laugh. Now I know what you're thinking, "Allison that's mean. Stop being a bitch." Don't worry people I'm sure karma will catch up with me someday. The snow also brings out the kid in some of the less mature students. I passed some boys today giggling while collecting snow and making snow balls saying, "We're going to get him so good." At least they are having fun.

College has forced so many of us to grow up out of the high school drama that we faced only a year ago. I can't say that it's a bad thing but I do miss being crazy. But then again crazy is the resulting factor when Erin and I hang out. College is different. In high school everyone knew I was freaking weird so it was forgivable when in class I talked out of turn or made a joke. In college if you talk during class you better have something important to say because if not then people hate you. People are so uptight.

Well it's that time again. Time to go to class and try to retain information while playing Angry Birds. I'll start paying attention one day. Maybe possibly. A few thoughts. Saige stop blaming your car problems on the fact that there are three people in your backseat. People who sleep on campus just make my day that much better. Lunch with Stephanie is always fun, even when it results in being late to lab. It's worth it. I miss the people in my life. Give me a call. Let's catch up.

Sex Poster. Go for the pizza, stay for the bra races. And card making. We all know sex cards are the best. Oh and the man on man in the upper right corner? Well we know the U's policy on gays.

It's been a while. Or just long enough.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to be sitting in the library and have your computer make a loud noise such as indicating, "You have mail!" when everyone else is being quiet? That would be absolutely mortifying.

Another library blogging session for me. Sometimes even if I have reading and math homework hanging over my head all I want to do is write nonsense on a blog. It's been one of those weekends. You know what I mean right? Those weekends where you just have tons of fun and meet new people, where you go to Denny's, twice, and stay up until 4 every night. Those weekends don't come often enough. It all started out Friday night at Conor's house. Conor, Erin, Jordan, Justin, and I all watched "Face Off!" Which is a new competition show for people who do special effects make up. It was awesome, to say the least. We then tried to start a campfire out in the snow. Fail. I made one smore and then began to bitch immensely about how cold I was. We then played Malarky which is a game of deceit and lies. So I rock at it naturally. Actually I really don't. Jordan won this round. But I'll get her next time.

At around midnight I went to Denny's to meet up with the one and only Katy Hunter. She had come up to Ogden this weekend with her two awesome roommates, Pearl and Rakul, and Nicholas and Isaac. So of course I had to stalk them. Pearl is a bad ass and through some trickery was able to get Rakul up to Ogden. I enjoyed the company of Katy, Pearl, and Rakul on Saturday too. These kids rock hard core. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Things that came from hanging out with the Juniper 3:

1. I can now call Rakul my friend. And she can tell people she got my number (so smooth).
2. Pearl and I are friends off of Facebook.
3. Date with Katy Hunter (even though she constantly talked about her other dates in front of me.)
4. New found appreciation for sleep.

On Saturday night I went and saw "Life in a Day" which is a film at this year's Sundance Film Festival. Basically this guy had people film themselves for a day, July, 24, 2010, and then send in the footage. There was some really inspiring stuff, some funny things, sad things, and even disturbing images. I did shed a couple tears when they killed the cow. What can I say? It was sad.

Now it's time for me to go take a nap in Geology. It will be a miracle if I pass my classes. A few thoughts: when you post something on Facebook and you insist on using the wrong form of you're, there, to, etc. I have a hard time focusing on the actual meaning of your post. Even though I got Sarah a calendar for Christmas she still has no idea what day it is. Saige hasn't been mentioned in a long time so, Saige, here is your mention. Rakul is fabulous. Pearl is too cool in real life. I love Katy Hunter. Conor rocks at starting fires. Jordan is a good liar. Erin, it's Brittany's car so back off! And Nicholas and Isaac, you two are so hot. The end.

Feel the Fear... Then... DO IT ANYWAY!

Title of today's blog comes from a self help book that was being read by some kid on the shuttle today. What kind of self help book are kids reading these days? Here are a couple that probably aren't in print but should be:

1. How to be a Recluse. And Love It.
2. So You have Genital Herpes. What Now?
3. Blogging For Dummies. (That one probably is printed. And I may or may not have read it.)
4. Hoarding: Where Do I Put All This S***?
5. Guide to Ordering Drinks at Starbucks: Tall, Grande, and Cardiac Arrest.
6. Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. No thanks I've got my 10-speed: How to Be a Hipster.

I will be collecting royalties when these books are written.

I'm sitting in the library blogging when I should be studying for my Geology exam. Speaking of Geology I was in class the other day sitting next to the creepy Kevin Costner look alike and I began to think about being the first person to be on Earth. No matter what your beliefs there has to be some beginning point of humanity. It's not like we all popped into existence with Home-Depots and Cafe Rios and worked our way up from there. We had to start somewhere and I can't even imagine what that would be like. Pretty nutty.

I have single handedly destroyed 3 pairs of headphones this week. I am one of those insane people who like the regular old ipod headphones. I don't need the fancy ones that mold to my ears and block out all other sounds of the world. I just want my simple ones. I want to be able to hear people sneaking up on me. Call me low maintenance or paranoid but it's just how it is. So right now I'm using a pair with the little rubber part missing. I am worried that everyone around me can hear what I'm listening to. Not because I don't want to be annoying but because I'm worried they won't like my music. It's a real fear. Not everyone likes Rod Stewart, although they should.

I just witnessed a girl walking outside. She paused for a moment, looked around, then ran straight for a flock of pigeons. I wonder if she knows that people can see through windows. The pigeons on campus are vicious. Having become accustom to the hustle and bustle of the U of U campus they no longer fear humans. I have personally come close to being attacked and frankly I'm surprised that girl made it to the library alive.

This morning I had my History of Rock and Roll class with Morgan. I love this class because it's a fairly interesting subject and the teacher really knows his stuff. He just recites this information and gets really into his teaching. Today he demonstrated some dances from the 1960s such as the mashed potato, the swim, the twist, and many others. And as Morgan says it's a great way to start the morning. He also has some great quotes from people. Today he quoted, "Ladies and Gentleman he said, 'In the 1960s, God was a black girl and she knew how to sing.'" It's a great class.

I sent Katy Hunta a package on Tuesday. If she doesn't pick it up today I will be extremely upset. I get overly excited about surprises. Even though she knows it's coming and knows at least half of what's in it.  She will probably think it's lame but lie to me and say that she loves it. Katy is good at that. And by that I mean being a good friend. What a kid.

Before I fall asleep in this immensely comfortable chair in the library and/or lose motivation to study I better finish up this post. So some random thoughts. The maintenance people at Chapel Glen like to watch Spanish soap operas in the lounge, loaded questions with the Westminster kids is always interesting, they are making a new Starbucks cup size and I think I just felt my heat fail, I found out we are all made of particles that were once part of stars, and the lithosphere is composed of the crust and the upper part of the mantle and is solid. Just getting some practice in.

Daley's improvement to our vacuum. The Dyson Devil. Probably better than your vacuum.

First week of school: DOMINATED. Somewhat.

I'm just going to get this out of the way:

Right? No words can describe the asian-ness that is flowing from this picture.

Daley doesn't know that this picture is on the blog... and Facebook. But I figure by sending it to me she has consented to having it posted EVERYWHERE. Shit happens. Deal with it Daley.

The first week of school doesn't really count. It's like pre-season games in sports or pre-gaming for a party, it doesn't really matter because by the end of the semester, season, or night you're still f-ed. I have rearranged my schedule for school a million times this week and am still not happy with it. I have frequented the bookstore buying and returning books. This of course means dealing with the bookstore staff who are sometimes normal but most of the time not. There is an older gentleman who works there and one day he stopped me and said, "Where did you get your glasses? I love those frames!" All I wanted to say was please don't get the same glasses as me, that would be detrimental to what little social life I have. But I don't have the balls to say that so instead I tell him where I got them. Fail. Another fail: First day back to work after knee injury and I knock down a little boy. Yet another: Can't beat Mario Kart Time Trials. 

I went to the Weber State Men's Basketball game on Saturday with Erin, Jordan, and Kelsi. It was so much fun even with the lady behind us who seemed to know basketball terminology but didn't seem to know when to use it. In other words she kept babbling on behind us and didn't know what she was talking about. This basketball game was extra busy because it was the night the Jazz Bear came to do stupid stunts for the Weber State crowd. Being a mascot must be such a dangerous profession. Some of the stuff they do is just stupid and dangerous and for what? The entertainment of the crowd. What has this world come to? Oh and I didn't make it on the Jumbotron so I'm pissed. 

And that's pretty much my life. Remember: contrary to the picture above, Cho Chang was not in Gryffindor. Facebook fights are dumb. The Hunger Game series is... eh. Rain but no snow = no bueno. Crepes with Erin for Martin Luther King Day. Respect your mother... Earth.  

Season of the Bitch

Another post? So soon after the last? You lucky kids.

So I totally neglected to talk about my week prior to yesterday in the last blog. I spent a lot of time with two of my favorite people Erin and Jordan. These kids are basically awesome. We spent one night going to Paces and then trying and failing to get tickets to Season of the Witch. The next night we tried again to get tickets and were finally able to get some for the late show. Why was this movie was sold out two nights in a row? The world will never know. We decided that no movie is complete without sneaking in a plethora of snacks. Erin was able to hide a bag of kettle chips under her jacket and jordan and I hid drinks in our hoods and a whole ton of candy in our pockets. We are such rebels. It kills me. Really it's not even about eating the candy but it's the thrill of sneaking it in and then watching people's faces in the movie theatre as we unload our treats.

Season of the Witch is the latest of Nicholas Cage's attempts at acting. Yet again he has failed. Miserably. Throughout the whole movie Erin and I were laughing at the lame one-liners, the mediocre attempts at being scary, and or course the gargoyle looking thing at the end that looked like a high school film class made. I think the other patrons of the movie theatre were annoyed with us but secretly agreed with us. !!!SPOILER ALERT!!! The movie sucked.

Oh and after the movie Erin, Jordan, and I beat Mario Kart. Rainbow Road can suck it!

Today was the first day of second semester for the U. I woke up this morning to a bad hair day and after trying and failing to tame it I left my dorm with a hat on. The first class of the day was geology. Ironically it doesn't rock. At all. The professor seems super stoked about studying rocks. He has been doing it for the last 40 years. Well someone has to do it I guess. My next class was Chemistry. It will be the death of me (rhyming bonus). At 330 students it is by far the biggest class I have ever had. My professor is Vietnamese and has a little accent but it isn't too bad because he is funny as hell. He kept making jokes and then told us he came to America on a boat after escaping from Vietnam. After realizing this wasn't a joke, things got awkward for the kids who laughed. They will learn.

To all those starting school again good luck in the coming semester. God willing we all pass without going insane. Final thoughts: Why did the bookstore give me candy when I bought books? Sesame Seed chips are way too good. I don't have class until 12:55 tomorrow. Dropping Spanish has it's perks. I miss my Ogden friends and my friends going to other colleges around the state and country. Drop me a line and we will have a nice talk, or I'll ignore your call. Goodnight everyone.

If you can't tell, I'm annoyed with my neighbors.

Well it's that time again. Time to ignore Daley's stories and the annoying neighbors and time to update the blog.

On the way to Salt Lake today I noticed several people swerving around something in the road ahead. As I approached I realized it was one of those plastic snowmen placed in yards for decoration. I didn't believe it at first because it was quite a weird sight. Then I began to think about schizophrenic people and how difficult driving would be for them. You see some guy swerving around invisible obstacles in the road and you know he is just thinking, "These leprechauns better get out of the road or someone is going to get hurt. Ah! There's that elephant again!" Must be a scary but interesting experience for them. That was a random tangent. Back on track.

I got to the dorm and found a refrigerator in the bathroom, an annoying amount of bass emitting from the neighbors room, a notice saying Daley and I forgot to lock our window, and a clean bathroom. Well that's college ya know? Everything is unexpected. I'm glad to be back in school. I've missed my friends and living in Salt Lake. I'll even get over having to live with Daley. Someday.

Before leaving for the break Daley "accidentally" poured cereal ALL over the place. Well mostly on my rug and behind the refrigerator (the one in the room not the bathroom). I personally think it was on purpose but all personal vendettas aside, I decided that it needed to be cleaned up. Rather than going to the housing office and renting a vacuum I just bought a little Dirt Devil. Daley and I are pretending it's a Dyson because we long to be classy. But anyway after spending way too long assembling the damn think I plugged it in and turned it on for the maiden voyage. I was overly excited about the vacuum. Daley was less than ecstatic but that's just her personality. Boring. After vacuuming I realized why the spokespeople on infomercials are always so coked up on the products they are selling. I want to create an infomercial for this little Dirt Devil. Keep reading and I'll throw in a couple extra sentences for FREE. Just pay separate processing and handling. (Just getting some practice in.)

Feeling guilty about eating that extra cookie? Or maybe you are looking for some disgustingly bad-for-you recipes? Whatever your reason you should check out this site Daley just showed me: http://www.thisiswhyyourefat.com/ It's an instant way to make you feel a little better about yourself. Unless one of the pictures is from your own kitchen. In which case you're basically famous so screw all those haters! This is my favorite mostly because the three Pabst cans. So classy.

Doughnut Pizza + 3 beers = Gastric Bypass surgery!

I take no ownership of this picture. It belongs to some fatty.

As usual I will leave you with some words of wisdom to ponder until next time you feel bored enough to return. First, if you're my neighbor turn down your bass on your sound system. You're not impressing anyone with your shitty quality speakers turned up loud. Second, remember that if you sing in your car when you're alone, other people can still see you. And it's damn funny. Third, don't be afraid of constructive criticism. It hurts but it helps. 

You need to calm down.

Goodbye 2010. You were a great... Ok maybe a mediocre year. I have always wondered why people welcome a new year by drinking a massive amount of alcohol and doing stupid things. Come on guys you aren't making a great first impression. Please stop. You're embarrassing me. This year I welcomed the new year by hanging out with some great people and playing drinking games with root beer. Maybe wasn't the best idea. Taking shots of root beer makes you really sick really fast. The best part of the night was listing New Years resolutions. Bryleigh made one saying she was going to stop swearing. Then at approximately 12:01 she exclaims, "Fucking... Damnit! I ruined it!" I haven't thought up any New Year's resolutions yet so I will list some now:

1. Stop trying to make Daley move out, and MAKE her move out.
2. Finally tell Saige and Paige what I did in her room while they were gone.
3. Beat Sarah at Bananagrams.
4. Make Liz do my chemistry homework.
5. Do a double backflip... On purpose.
6. Hang out with someone new every week. Even if that means kickin it with the hobos.

There will probably be more. But for now this list will do.

There is nothing that makes me more frustrated then when people get mad at sales people for no reason. But apparently my sister, Stephanie, gets even more upset. Today we were standing in line when this monster-bitch lady in front of us started being super rude to the cashier. My sister promptly stepped in and told the lady that she needed to calm down. The lady then started yelling at my sister and the cashier making herself look like more of a fool before storming off. A word to those who are reading: be nice to people helping you. They have enough shit to deal with without you acting like an ass.

I cleaned my room today. This was something that has needed to be done for a really long time. I found the most random stuff in my room. Trash, an Obama mask, a poncho, and shoes that I thought I threw away about two years ago. I'm surprised no one has gone missing in the depths of my room. It's probably a good thing I finally cleaned or I would have had to call the national guard to help with this national threat.

To say a couple things before I leave: I want to golf now that I can't, Pearl rocks my socks off, she is really so great, staying up until 4 every night has really fucked up my sleep schedule, I need a new addition to the dictures album, I need some new music, and it's that time of year to get Christmas decorations torn down. Get it done people. Happy New Year everyone!