It's been way too long since I've last written. I apologize to everyone but I swear this week flew by and before I could write again it had been a week.
Let's see what has happened this week... Not much judging by the fact I'm writing these sentences to take up space and hopefully to keep you reading. I went to East High this week to present a leadership workshop to the student government class there. They have a men's croquet club there which is kind of weird because it's croquet... This isn't England. Be American, play baseball, and eat some freedom fries. Even though freedom fries were a result of France not wanting to help us or something, it's still American. I love patriotic extremists.
I volunteered at the U of U football game on Saturday and took people's recycling from them. I got yelled at by some guy when I wouldn't let him throw his cardboard in the bin. "I'm an expert at recycling! Are you telling me paper is not recyclable?!" He yelled as I tried to explain we were only collecting bottles and cans. People these days. Everyone thinks they are an expert at recycling. I almost scored beer until some students asked if they could have it while uncontrollably giggling. I remember my first beer. Oh and the U lost. First home game loss since 2007. Which sucks because now I'll have to hear about it for the next 9 weeks.
This week was my dad's birthday so my siblings, my mom, and I decided to get him a puppy as a surprise present. Steph and I went to a no kill shelter in Salt Lake and we were introduced to a 3 month old black lab. Let's just say we fell in love. He was perfect. So Saturday we carted him to Ogden and for the next two days watched him run around the house, scare my other dog, poop, pee, and sleep. But we still love him. Puppies are so freaking cute. My dad was super surprised and happy (I think) and Abby, my other dog, is still pissed. We still need a name fro the little guy though. So if any ideas come to mind, let me know!
Today I had my mom rush me to Salt Lake in the snow thinking I was going to be late to my first day of work at the YWCA. When I got there all they did was give me this giant binder of paper and they told me to read it and come back Wednesday. So thank you mom for risking life and limb to get me to work so I could get my binder. Your bravery is unlike any I have ever seen.
After sitting in my room, making popcorn, burning my tongue, writing a paper for my bad words class, and Facebook stalking, it was time for dinner. Tonight's dinner wasn't as prolonged as usual but just as eventful. Saige stole Sarah's phone (after I told her to, sorry Sarah) and it proceeded to get passed around the table right under Sarah's nose before ending up in a place few have ever went and survived. Saige's butt. Poor Sarah. I truly feel bad.
Oh I started working for the ChaCha search engine. I get paid 2 cents per answer! Big money big money!!! I get the weirdest questions. I think the weirdest one I've gotten so far is "How can I tell if my girlfriend has an STD just by looking?" That sounds like a solid relationship right there.
There isn't much else to say. Making my class schedule for next semester is a bitch. I miss my new dog. Music is my love. And that's how babies are made. Until next time. Do everyone a favor and don't procreate.
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