heck to the yeah

This is how much I owe for college this semester. 

I'm so incredibly happy about this right now. I can't even begin to explain the joy I'm feeling at this very moment. 

ZERO! 

accidental exercise

So, there I was, just minding my own business. I was enduring the rather long drive back from school and wishing, once again, for it to be cold enough outside that I could roll my windows up. 

I saw a sticker for some sort of marathon and thought to myself, "I should go to the gym tonight." Then I remembered that the gym was a rather long drive, and I still needed to put some gasoline in Izzy. She was getting low in the "Oh, I'll probably need to fill her up in the next few days" kind of way, not the "HOLY GUACAMOLE I'M GONNA HAVE TO PUSH THIS THING TO THE GAS STATION" kind of way. You know the difference, right?

So then I thought to myself, "Well maybe I'll go on a quick run around the neighborhood!" 

After I talked myself out of that one, I started thinking that maybe a little walk would be good for me. 

It was an hour long drive. I had plenty of time to talk myself out of that little walk to. 

Lazy is as lazy does!

As I was driving down the last stretch of road before my street, my car suddenly lost power and ran out of gas. I pulled over as far as I could and turned on my flashers. I tried turning it back on and got it just into a credit union parking lot before it died again. 

Some sweet lady offered me a ride home, but I said no thanks, and that I'd call my mom. 

5 days shy of turning 20 and I still call my mommy. 

She didn't answer, so I grabbed my laptop, locked the doors, and started heading towards home. 

Halfway there, my phone rings. It's my buddy Allen. 

"You home from school yet?"
"No, sir."
"Are you still in Salt Lake?"

"Not anymore!"

"Oh, so where are you?"

I told him my whereabouts.

"So you're driving home right now?"
"Well... I WAS driving home. Now I'm walking."

"You ran out of gas, didn't you?"

"Sure did!"

So.. Moral of the story? Don't wait til your gas light goes on if your car has issues like mine does. AND.. If you're thinking about getting exercise, don't talk yourself out of it. It'll end up happening one way or another. 

Shady spots, wet bums, and waiting for my owl.

I seem to have stumbled upon a problem. Between the hours of 9:50 and 11:30 am, I have what I like to refer to as a really early lunch/catch up time. I left this time spot open so that I would have time to study and do other similarly important things. The unfortunate thing is that I am running out of material to study, thus, the blog post. I'm feeling a bit like Hermione Granger here. I obviously need a heavier workload next semester. 

So, while I'd much rather be studying transfiguration this semester, instead I'm blogging in a nice spot of shade.. sitting on a bit of wet grass. 

At least it's pretty out here!

I think I'll bring the Sorcerer's Stone on Thursday or perhaps "Hogwarts: a history" for a bit of light reading. 

p.s. Is anyone else out there having a hard time adjusting to calling their teachers "professors"? It just doesn't sound good in an American accent to me. 

Procrastination Station

School is back in session. Do you know what that means? It means anxiety and adventures and homework. But mostly it means procrastinating! Do you know what I do when I'm procrastinating school work? I blog. And make videos! This shall all be made even more possible by the fact that I just purchased myself a laptop to do schoolwork on.

Luckily, high school and a ridiculous obsession with books taught me how to B.S. assignments, and gave me the vocabulary to work with. :) 

Hello, college!


And now it's time for me to go to bed!

The real question is this:
Why am I procrastinating going to bed?

first day of college

I know, I know. I graduated in 2011, shouldn't I have headed off to college right after?

Well, yeah..

However, my family decided to move during that time frame... And seeing as I had zero support from them financially, I didn't think it was wise to jump into the whole debt thing right off just to get housing. 

So I decided to wait a semester before starting school and just live at home.

Stuff got complicated. College prices go down in a ridiculous way if you've lived in the state for at least a year. 

So I waited. And waited. And waited. 

And finally signed up for classes at Weber State University. I was gonna be a wildcat! I even painted my nails for the occasion. 

My dad was not happy with that. He thought going straight to a University was a stupid move and told me that I needed to look into the community college instead. 

Community College?

Perhaps the negative connotation that I seemed to have associated with community college had something to do with the only TV show that I regularly watch.

I applied to the school just to get my dad off my back. 

During my application process, I stumbled across a scholarship opportunity for the community college. Full tuition, say what?

Weber still wanted me to jump through a bunch of hoops to even get residency, which meant that my tuition was well over 4 grand. For TWO classes.

TWO CLASSES.

4 grand a semester, or free for the next three?

It wasn't a hard decision. 

It still breaks my heart that I'm not heading off to the dorms to start school.. But when was I ever involved in the social aspects of anything? Heck, I didn't even go to prom! 

So... 

Here I come!

when you put a boy in charge of making dinner...

You end up with 10+ lbs of burrito. Anyone want to come over to enjoy the leftovers?

first day of summer

I'm using my first post in a very long time to tell you some good news. Very good news.

I put on my swimming suit for the first time this summer, and I'm happy to inform you that it is, in fact, too large for me. I'm shrinking. :)

Here's to slip'n slides, elephant skin swimsuits, backyard dance parties, and sibling bonding time. Helloooo, summer!