Memories

Remember how yesterday I was super excited because the leak in my bathroom was getting fixed? Yeah. That was awesome.

But you know what else...

Remember when my shower curtain used to hang up in the shower instead of sit in my bathtub? Remember when my ceiling used to be... on the ceiling instead of in my bathtub?


Remember when there wasn't a nasty ugly gaping hole in my bathroom ceiling? Remember when there wasn't a super loud ugly fan blocking the toilet? Remember how it used to be possible to close the door and actually use the bathroom?


Remember how yesterday I thought that the guy who came to fix my ceiling was kind of cute and I might have flirted with him the teensiest bit, but today he is the epitome of all things wrong with the world?

Hey, maintenance man! Come fix the bathroom that you destroyed!

And yes, that is my Old Spice body wash in the tub. Being jealous is understandable.

Shocking Confessions

So I'm sitting here in my living room, my lovely roommate just woke up from her nap and has the most crazy awesome hair I've ever seen. Seriously, it's the best thing ever. I love Bri. Anyway. So I'm sitting here, sleepy after a long (boring) day of school. And my new FHE mom comes in! Yay, she seems nice. Maybe I'll actually go.

So she knocks on the door and she's talking to me for like a half a second, maybe more, and all I can think about is the fact that I'm sitting here in the dark in a very unflattering position on my computer. There are no lights on and I'm not listening to anything or watching TV, just staring at my computer. And also there are mysterious and loud sounds coming from the back because we're finally getting our bathroom ceiling fixed (Did I mention we had a leak? Here's what's not fun, stumbling to the bathroom in the morning and stepping on a completely soaked bathmat. Blech)

To sum up: Loud noises, wet bathmat, dark living room, creepy weirdo first impression made by me. How embarrassing and demoralizing. boo.

She's gonna think I'm a vampire. Maybe I shouldn't go to FHE after all...

Maybe I should turn on the light, because my other roommate just walked in and furthered my embarrassment. Blast!

Weird.

Here is something that I like: Sleeping on the couch.
There isn't really any reason for it, I just find it exciting. The couch is cool. For cool people.

Here is something that I don't like: Waking up on the couch.
Because seriously, once the glamour (yes, glamour) of sleeping on the couch wears off, I'm pretty much just stuck with the pain of an uncomfortable couch and the super high arm rests that put a crick in my neck.

But I still like it.

Happy Martin Luther King Day, everyone.

Boredom

I had this whole day planned. It was going to be stressful, but I was going to manage it. i carefully calculated a plan to maximize the use of my time. I procrastinated homework throughout the week so I would have an exciting Friday full of drama and emotional thrill rides! I was going to do really poorly on my first German test of the semester. There was going to be a mad dash to the finish as I did the last of my online homework due today before three. I knew I would have to wait til after class to scribble out my last journal entry, further postponing my weekend joy. But all did not go according to plan. I finished everything.

And now, somehow, I am sitting in the dear, old Harold B. Lee Library with nothing to do with this excessive free time before my last class of the week. I'm not stressed in the slightest and my mind is racing with the prospects of the three day weekend in my future. When I go home tonight, I will have nothing to do but relax and de-stress from this mad crazy week. (Can't you tell that being an English Language major is improving my vocabulary exponentially?)

While I am thrilled that I was able to make such good use of my time, and even feel comfortably satisfied with my proficiency on my test, now I am lost in the awful limbo that is this hour. With nothing to do, I sit and wait. I stalk people on Facebook, I read my favorite blogs. But nobody had posted anything new since yesterday, and that annoyed me, so I decided to update my own. Hopefully I brighten someone's day in the same way that I am thrilled when I see new posts.

And now, dear reader, I am out of things to say. It happens, but I'm not excited about it as this post took me a grand total of 15 minutes to write, and I still have another forty minutes to waste before class. I wish all of you a more enjoyable time than I am having right now.

Ich liebe dich

Ok, readers (all four of you... hey, mom), don't think I'm being too forward, this is just the only German I know. But not for long! I am thrilled for my next semester at the wonderful Brigham Young University so I can get back to my roots and learn this fantastically angry sounding language. What a perfect New Year's resolution that I have to stick to because if I don't, I will fail a class! And it will be exciting to learn the language of my forefathers. I mean... I'm pretty sure I have some German in me.

Why am I learning German? Well thanks for asking. And I'm assuming you are asking because you typed the url, my friend. I took four years of Spanish in high school, and after discovering that I still don't really know any Spanish at all, and have no desire to learn it again, I felt it was probably time to move on. Spanish is awesome, but not for me. I don't really know if German will be for me, but I'm interested in finding out.

I'm even taking the "intensive" section of the class so I can get two semesters of German in only four months! Try to contain your enthusiasm, but I would be pretty impressed if I were you. I'm hoping that this will make the class more interesting and exciting for me, and not turn me into a German zombie (mmmm... Gehirne!!) that doesn't know her "ich" from her "sie." And yes, I'm looking all of these words up on freetranslation.com, but I won't have to in another month!

So now I wish you all a wonderful New Year, and I hope you can all find resolutions that you will be forced to keep!

Auf Wiedersehen (I actually did know how to say that one, but not how to spell it, so I still cheated. At least I'm honest about it)