Teeny tiny home sweet home

Hey friendi-friends. You get a special treat today! You get a look at my apartment's teeny tiny interior! Felicidades!

Here we go!

Wall #1 - mini gallery
The frames are actually cork boards. We put black posterboard onto the cork board (using super cute colored thumb-tacks, then put our own black and white photography up. We are very talented like that. Kudos to Averyl for the design!

Wall #2: Americana gallery
(fancy names, right? I'm making them up as I go)
This wall features my lovely poster and two black and white photos of guitars (purchased at DI, in perfect condition, for $2 each. The lamp is from WalMart ($10).

Windows: Elegance and Innovation
Averyl came up with this and put it all up. The valances are actually just black cloth, gathered and pinned up to the wall. The pins are hidden by black ribbons. VERY COOL. Good job Ave! Total cost: under $15!

Wall #3: Collage

This is all photography by people in the apartment. Yeah, I know, we're hot. This picture wall is slowly expanding, and will eventually fill most of the wall. Exciting! The photo prints are very inexpensive, considering how classy they look. Each photo is about $.15, so each of us pays a relatively small amount for the decor. Besides, we get to display our own artwork, which rocks. GO CREATIVITY! Stay in school kids, so you can be as awesome as us.

Well, there you have it! I'd post pictures of the other rooms, but they're not clean, nor are they as awesome as the living room. Yeah. Anyway, have a loverly Saturday! Peace be upon you.

Meet Curly

It's almost midnight and I should be going to bed so I can Work Out Like Crazy tomorrow morning, but I feel like doing a blog post. You're welcome.

Yesterday, I found a friend at a sidewalk sale on campus. I loved him so much that I bought him and took him home and put him on top of my bookcase. His name is Curly, and he is cute.



His name is Curly because he is... curly. Here's what I mean.


Preshhh!!!!

I bought him because I needed something to put into the pretty planter thing that my sister bought for me this past Christmas. The pot came with a bulb, but somehow I killed that, and then I tried to grow rosemary in it, but the seeds never came up. It looks like I'm a horticultural failure. Hopefully Curly doesn't meet the same sad fate as the previous inhabitants of his little house.

(It probably wouldn't hurt if you prayed for his survival.)

K, I'm going to bed now. Six o'clock is the ONLY cool time to go to the gym, obviously, so I have to get up kind of early. Cha. G'night.

Free Food Fiends

BYU is great sometimes. Take this week, for instance. My roomies (Ann and Averyl) and I recognized a pattern in the campus events that were going on this week. We noticed that EVERY night for four or five days, there was a free food event. That's right, food free of charge. We decided to see how much free food we could hoard in one weekend. Let me lay it out for you.

Tuesday: Ward social (pizza, fizzy lemonade, and Teddy Grahams). The food was ok (not really worth it), the people were bomb. Our ward is hilarical. Also, the hotness rating of our ward is off the chizzarts. More on this to follow.

Wednesday: Honors Opening Social (pizza, chips, salsa). Ick, pizza again. No bueno. But it was free!

Thursday (This has to go in a bullet list...)

• Honors Seminar (brownies),
  
• Women's Services social (brownies - attended by Averyl),
  
• Humanities department social (Hawaiian Haystacks),
• Math major's social (pizza AGAIN - obtained by Averyl and Ann)
  
• Museum of Art (hot cross buns and wassail--yummo!),
  
• Honors Brownie Bash (attended by Averyl only), and
  
• Random Free Food in the Fine Arts Center (cinnamon rolls, obtained by Ann)

HOLY FREE CALORIES! I almost felt guilty attending all of these events. Ann and Averyl are in the Humanities department, so they were supposed to eat haystacks, but I wasn't.... I'm TECHNICALLY not in the Honors program, but I take their classes and whatnot, so the brownie was mostly guilt-free (except for that it contained about a bajillion calories. But that's okay!) I didn't eat the pizza at the math social, but Ave and Ann did (both English majors).

Friday: BYU Fall Fest (pizza and sub sandwiches) This was too gross for words. I don't know why we felt the need to search out this food, but we did anyway.... The FREE frozen yogurt I got at Yoasis (mostly to get rid of the memory of looking at that gross pizza) was awesome, though.

Moral of the story: Free food will probably kill you if you eat it very often. Why can't they ever give out just like a salad or something?

Update FAIL

Hey everyone. I doubt I have any blog followers anymore, since it's been quite a long while since I last updated. Hopefully, if you are reading this, you will find it in your hearts to forgive my slackoffishness. Yes, that is a word. (Not really. I lied.) Anyway.... Here is a wicked short summary of what I've been doing for the past little while. Better posts (with, like, cute pictures and stuff) will be coming soon, hopefully before the week is out. At any rate, here we go: my recent past in bullet list format.

• packed boxes, packed suitcases, packed my car
• moved to Provo
• moved in, chilled with the roomies (Averyl, Briana, Ann, Cali, and Whitney)
• unpacked my car, unpacked suitcases, unpacked boxes
• cleaned, organized, generally conquered the nastiness of the empty apartment and turned it into HSH (Home Sweet Home)
• spent bazillions of dollars on books
• visited my Old People (love them!)
• spent bazillions of dollars on apartment supplies, food, and cooking stuff (I WILL COOK THIS SEMESTER! THIS IS A VOW!)
• watched cars crash into each other at the busy intersection right outside my kitchen window
• visited my fam
• started classes, most of which are pretty good so far
• homework homework
  
• watched my brother run a sweet cross country race at BYU
  
• finally got my ears pierced, in the company of my mom, my sister, and my best friend. Yes, I am turning 20 on my next birthday. Yes, I realize that it is weird that my ears did not previously have holes punched in them. But the holes are there now!
• saw a weird film called Howl's Moving Castle. Culture shock much, but it was pretty good.
  
• homework homework homework homework homework

Aaaand, I think that pretty much catches us up. There ya go! Pictures and blogtasticness to follow, I promise.

Today I was compelled to act violently

Today my mom and my sister and I went shopping together (all part of The Famous Fortnight of Fantastic-time-spending!!). As we were driving down the road, we ended up at a stoplight, right behind the most revolting, horrendous, sinfully ugly thing I have ever seen. It was...

a Chevrolet SSR.

BARF!!!!

I think I have found the ugliest car on the planet. As I stared at its ugly, lumpy, imitation-truck backside, I found myself undergoing a strange chemical/hormonal/whatever reaction. Hatred for that nasty, naaasty vehicle started to well up inside of me. I had a strong urge to act violently toward that pathetic excuse for a car... or is it a truck...? Or a hideous beast of ugliness and death? I don't know what it is. But I wanted to kill it. I still kind of want to maim it a little bit.

Normally, I'm not a violent person. I guess not anyway. But for some strange reason, seeing that... THING made me horrifically angry. I like cars. I drive what is possibly the cutest car on earth.

Ta-daaa!!
Everyone, meet Poppy.
:)

Now, I realize that it is not always practical to drive your dream car. Sometimes you have to stick with the car that has enough space, fits within your budget, and gets you from point A to point B. I used to drive my parents' old maroon Astro van, and I was extremely grateful to be able to do so. I understand that a car is, primarily, a practical item. But the SSR (Super Sport Roadster--what?!?!) is not only ugly, it is impractical! What can you put in the bed of the truck? Umm, pretty much nothing. How many people does it seat? TWO. How expensive is it? Upwards of $24,000! Insane!

Anyway, sorry about the rant. Also, my apologies to any owners of a Chevy SSR that may be reading this. Really, I'm so sorry that you drive that car.

What do you do with 14 days?

Here we are, in the middle of August. In two weeks, I'll be moving out again, returning to cute little Provo, UT for my second year of college.



Wait, WHAT?!?!

First of all, the phrase "my second year of college" sounds absolutely bizarre to my little ears. Am I seriously over halfway done with my undergraduate degree? How did THAT happen?

Second of all, how is it that this summer--which, three weeks ago, I thought would never end--is rapidly coming to a close?

Third of all, what am I going to do with these last two weeks? I'm super excited for school to start again (seriously, I can't wait), but I feel that the next two weeks need to be jam-packed with quality time spendage. My family rocks, so I'd better pack in the good times before I hit the southbound freeway.

I swear that the passage of time undergoes some serious alterations once you reach age 16. Elementary school seemed to drag along at a snail's pace, and middle school seemed to take longer than it was worth. High school actually moved along pretty nicely. That is, it did until my senior year, when time suddenly purchased a rocket engine jet pack and sped away faster than I could say "graduation." Don't get me wrong, I was SO GLAD (so ridiculously glad - no offense, awesome teachers and friends) to get out of high school and start livin', but after high school, time started moving at an absurdly fast pace. My first year of college was over in the blink of an eye. (That was one expensive blink. But it could have been worse. Thank you scholarships!)

I'm a little afraid to start another year of "adulthood." I'm not afraid of the challenges or the hardships that I'm sure will come. Those are unavoidable, so I'd rather not waste energy on that kind of fear. I'm more afraid that I'll miss something. The same goes for the 14 days I have before I move away from home again. I'm very lucky. I have a rockin' family, a great neighborhood, a good job, and plenty of volunteer opportunities. With just two weeks left, I can't let a second go to waste, so I'm going to make the most out of the next fortnight (hee hee, cool). Ladies and gentlemen, presenting The Famous Fortnight of Fantastic-time-spending.

Me's doin' a meme!

Every once in a while, when there's absolutely nothing to blog about, you gotta do one of those little survey things. *Sigh.* I promise there will be more interesting and creative blog posts in the future. For now, feel free to learn a little about me.

What is your favorite time of day? 5 in the morning. Nope, I'm not kidding. :) Early bird gets the worm! Actually, that's gross. I'd rather be the early bird that gets the parfait or Jamba Juice or something.

What is your current favorite thing? Black dresses... and I think I've found the perfect one! I just bought it for my friend Amber's wedding!

What was the last thing you bought? Movie tickets to Monsters vs. Aliens for my brothers and myself. It was a pretty good movie, not gonna lie.

What is your favorite weather? I love it when it's drizzling outside and it's just cool enough to wear a jacket.

What’s on your bedside table? Books, books, books. I actually use a small bookcase as my bedside table. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I have uncontrollable urges to study the works of Plato, Aristotle, and Dr. Seuss, so I keep books close by, just in case. KIDDING.

If you could have a house totally paid for, anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be? Ooo... Boston, maybe. Boston or NYC. Or London. Actually, I don't know where I'd want to live. Hmm. I should think on that one, seeing as I'm nearing real adulthood soon. Eek.

Broccoli? Umm, yes!! Duh, it's like garden fresh candy! Well, not really, but it's delicious and I lurve it.

Ever been in a car accident? Not a real car accident. I once knocked the side mirror off of our old Astro van, but that about covers my experience with car accidents.

What would you like to get rid of? Belly fat, just like all the Internet ads say! Kidding... No, probably the scars on my knees. I hate those scars. My knees are a detailed visual record of my accident-prone history. Why is it always my KNEES that get hurt?!

If you could be anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? Just an hour?! What kind of fool question is this? Umm... umm... the LDS Manhattan Temple.

When you were younger, what did you want to grow up to become? An artist, then a teacher, then a neurosurgeon.

What is your favorite color? Um, duh, GREEN! But not forest green. Ick.

What do you like better, e-mail or phone? Email, probably. For some reason, I'm horrifically awkward on the phone. It's pretty embarrassing, to tell the truth. I can't communicate like a normal human being over the phone, which is no bueno. There's probably some sort of telephone psychotherapy that can cure my awkwardness. I'll look into that.

What do you do when you get time alone? I write a lot of lists—to-do lists, grocery lists, idea lists, lists of different lists I could make.... I also sleep a lot and read a lot. WOW, I live an exciting life!!!

Who do you tag to fill out this survey? Everyone! (Unless you don't want to. I'm cool with that.)