Yes, that's what I meant.

ABC

2011-10-02T23:46:00.000-07:00

Ok, I always like reading these things. I found one that was especially funny that inspired me to do my own. Please indulge me.

Age: 20
Bed Size: Currently, a twin. Far too small for my sleeping position of choice which resembles a starfish.
Chore you hate: Laundry and mopping.
Dogs: I've never been a pet person, but I had a dream the other night that I had a Dalmatian. So we'll see.
Essential start of your day: Brushing my hair and my teeth.
Favorite Color: Orange, Black, Blue, Yellow, Red.
Gold or silver: Both, but as I grow older I like gold more and more.
Height: 5'4". But don't ask my mom because she'll say I'm shorter.
Instruments you play: As hard as it is to believe, I took ten years of piano lessons. I've retained about 4% of that talent.
Job Title: Starving student.
Kids: None
Live: Rexburg, ID at the moment. But my heart is in Las Vegas forever.
Mom’s Name: Rebecca. Though, she's been given every unpleasant nickname under the sun.
Nickname: I inherited my mother's unfortunate curse of ugly nicknames. You need only ask.
Overnight Hospitals Stays: None
Pet Peeve: When people don't wear shoes when they're outside, when I can feel pieces of fruit in my permanent retainers, or when people tell me "This smells/tastes awful," and then shove whatever they have in my face.
Quote from a movie: I've no idea.
Right or left handed: Right
Siblings: One sister and two brothers. I promise that I have the funniest family in the world.
Time you wake up: Preferably as late as possible.
Underwear: Yes
Vegetables you dislike: Mushrooms and raw onions.
What makes you run late: Not having dry hair, forgetting my chapstick, trying to find something to wear, and then changing my outfit about three more times.
X-rays you’ve had done: My arm and my teeth.
Yummy food you make: I make wonderful grilled cheese. That's the extent of my culinary ability.
Zoo animal: I enjoy the birds and fish.

Ok, this has got to stop.

2011-03-02T23:28:00.000-08:00

A nine month blogging hiatus is never cool. For the few people who read my blog, I apologize for my overly-long absence. I do have a story that is a partial excuse. So, I did try to blog a few months ago. But when I tried to login I couldn't remember my password for my life. I'm the kind of person that uses two passwords for everything. And it was neither of those two. I was freaking out. So, I tried the passwords I knew a few more times, realized that blogging that night was futile, and went to bed. That was sometime in November. So, since November I kind of forgot that I even had a blog. But today I resolved that somehow I would figure this nonsense out. And I did. And it was the password I thought it was. My only explanation is that I had caps lock on the last time. That must mean I need to blog more. So here we are. I've decided I was going to use this post as a recap of my last nine months. These are the major events.

These are in no particular order.

1. My family moved. I had lived in my same house on Rainbow and Oakey for almost 15 years. It was the house I grew up in. When my family told me that we were moving to Centennial area my heart kind of stopped. I couldn't imagine being away from my house I loved so much. But, it happened. It's still taking some getting use to since it's quite a bit smaller than the other house. But it's working out. I share a room with Maddy now. In fact, she's breathing into my hair as I type this. She likes to get extra close to me while she's asleep. I miss the other side of town, I miss a bigger house, but I'm happy.

2. I finally figured out what I want to do. With a career that is. As many of you know, English was always the only thing I was good at in high school. That kind of followed me to college. English is what I like. It's easy for me. I've been majoring in it since my first semester, but I finally know what I want to do with it. I want to be an editor. I have this weird little fantasy of working in a high rise building someday as a prestigious book editor. Some sort of hybrid between a less icy and non-Canadian version of Margaret Tate from The Proposal and a less terrifying and slightly younger version of Miranda Priestly from The Devil Wears Prada. Before I can worry about any sort of career for myself I need to finish school first. I still have at least two and a half years.

3. I sent a boyfriend out on a mission. My dear boyfriend Anthony and I have been dating for just over a year. And he's been in the MTC in Provo since February 16th. He'll leave for Puebla, Mexico sometime in April. It's been a major adjustment not seeing him every day, but I'm happy. I know he's happy and working hard and that makes me happy too. I've got a good feeling about all of it. I love him and talk to him as much as I can. Keeping busy is the key.

That's all the major stuff. I go back to Idaho in a month and a half and am sure that will open a whole new can of worms. If you've read this far into this post, please accept my apology for how horribly this has been thrown together. I'm getting back into the swing of things. Until next time, when my thoughts will be more organized.

2010-06-15T21:29:00.000-07:00

I usually blog when I've got something pressing on my mind so forcefully that I feel my head is on the verge of explosion. Believe it or not, it is not one thing today that has gotten me thinking, but rather many. Presently, my life could not be more fulfilling. My mind and heart are both very full today. Most people describe a period in their lives where they suddenly 'find themselves,' and for some strange reason, I think I have recently toed the line of doing exactly that. Take it from me, it isn't like I've had some kind of earth-shattering epiphany lately or anything, but all those nights where I lie awake trying to fall asleep are the times where I sit and reflect on the things in my life that are truly the most important. My life is simple at the moment, and I feel like that's why everything has been so good. It's the little things that make me the happiest these days. Like visits from my favorite boyfriend, snow cones, finding a few extra cents in my pocket, and deep conversation. It's great having people in my life that feel the way I do about the important things, and feel differently enough about everything else to keep things interesting. Surrounding myself with stable and confident people has changed me somewhat into something similar. Because, after all, it is said that we become products of our environment. I have always been blessed with stalwart and responsible friends, and my current status proves no different. I know what I want to do with my life and who I want to remain in it. And frankly, I love waking up every morning with the conviction to do nothing other than move forward.

Happy Happy

2010-03-30T10:14:00.000-07:00

Again, I apologize to all for not blogging enough. I have finally made an emergence out of my bat cave (as my father would call it). Life lately has been quite busy, and obviously the first things to be put on the back burner when I'm busy or stressed out (I am hardly either of these, so it's a big deal) are my blog, the cleanliness of my car, and the condition of my fingernails. In a way, I guess I'm a bit glad to be going back to school in a few short weeks, but then I remember all the great things that slammed me in the face since I've been home and automatically forget that I'm busy or stressed out, because being here makes it all worth it. Don't get me wrong people, I do love Rexburg and its horrible qualities you can't help but find endearing, but I am a city girl and belong in the fabulous Las Vegas. I will eventually end up here, of this I am positive.
But considering the horrible condition of my fingernails and hair, a good spa day with Margot (and possibly Courtney) sounds divine.
I haven't been this happy in a really long time. My family tells me that when I'm up to my earlobes in things to do everything else kind of falls into place better. I couldn't agree more. Let's hope that I actually make school a priority this semester.
As for me right now, I am still living at home and serve as the errand-runner and chauffeur for my parents. I will be back to school soon with a positive outlook, though I'll be missing home the whole time. Have a wonderful week all, I hope you all can be as happy as me.

Ps, I would like to dedicate this blog post to Courtney Cowley. Kart, I miss you and I cannot wait until we are reunited. I'm mad I won't be living with you anymore, but I'm willing to look over you ditching us because your handsome brother is coming home. I wish I could find your equal in deep conversations about Hitler, marriage, church, and medical anomalies. I'm still wishing. You can't be beaten. Thanks for reminding me that I have a blog to write on. You're the greatest.

Law-Abiding Citizens

2010-01-18T22:59:00.000-08:00

I am utterly confounded about the drivers that plague the streets of Las Vegas. Last time I checked, passing a driver's exam and agreeing to uphold the laws of the state of Nevada did not include almost running innocent drivers like myself off of the road. I had such an experience today while I was on my way home from work. There I was, minding my own business in my own lane, when out of nowhere, a huge white Lincoln Navigator got way too close to flattening me. It only took me a few seconds to conclude that my almost assassin was a mom talking on her phone. She had no idea that she ran into my lane.

One of my favorite conversations to have with people is about the drivers in Vegas. The conversation usually starts with something like " Oh, you haven't seen bad drivers until you've spent a day in ( insert random city here)." Usually that random city is somewhere in Idaho. Being the somewhat snide person I am when dealing with such close-minded people, I always bring up that I live in Vegas, and that you have not had a dangerous driving experience until you have tried going to the Fashion Show Mall on a Saturday. The strip is an automotive shark tank, and I can bear witness of that with all of my heart.

Anyway, I don't want those that read my blog that I am solely deprecating person, so I will stop with my driving rant here. I hope all of you enjoyed the extra-long weekend. I know I did. Goodnight all, and may you all wake up with a head start on the day.

Life of Late

2010-01-15T11:37:00.000-08:00

I don't know if people read my blog or not, but if anyone has been bothered by my negligence of not recording the aspects of my life lately, I wholeheartedly apologize. You (the readers I hope I have), will be surprised to find that since Christmas I have managed to find not one, but three jobs to pay for my inability to get good grades in school. These three include a reappearance at Cafe Rio three times a week, working for a lovely court reporter and watching her three boys, and waking up at the crack of dawn with my sweet brother Andrew to get him ready for school. Ergo, I have evolved into an adult in less than a month. I can't really complain though, because I have made a brilliant discovery. When I am drowning in work, I get more done. It's incredible really. I miss being at school though, and having one responsibility instead of innumerable ones. Either way, I'm glad I'm home and not in Rexburg, because what would my blog be without some kind of complaint about the cold? Why can't in be BYU California or something? On a random note, if any of you are 30 Seconds to Mars fans, I highly recommend their new CD. Veritable brilliance.

Oranges

2009-12-22T15:58:00.000-08:00

Like every other human being alive, the holidays are my favorite time of the year. But in all honesty, my favorite thing about it is not all the Christmas cookies, or the music, or the hot chocolate, or even the cold. My favorite thing about this time of the year is that it is orange season. Call me crazy, I know it sounds weird, but to me there are few things better in this world than a ripe orange around Christmas time. I secretly wish I lived in the olden days where kids got oranges in their stockings every year instead of trivial things like hairbrushes and gum. I envy those lucky people that live in California and probably are so sick of the sight of oranges they will never eat one again. I don't believe such an experience is possible. What I wouldn't give for an orange tree in my backyard. During my last week of college, I bought 12 oranges from Broulims (our grocery store) and ate them all in 5 days. What can I say? I may as well be addicted. Oranges just put me in a really good mood, and I love that I smell like orange after I enjoy one. Is it so strange that I clandestinely crave a box of oranges for Christmas? That is really all I want, I promise. They are probably one of the few keys to my heart... that, and Coke Zero. But don't get me started on that, or even Coke Zero with an orange. To me, that is bliss in its purest form. Merry Christmas everyone, and if I find a mysterious box of oranges on my doorstep one of these days, just know I'll love you forever.

Dead Spaceship

2009-12-11T13:32:00.001-08:00

It's Friday afternoon and so far it has been a beautiful day. I must finally be acclimated to Rexburg because I consider 15 degrees a beautiful day. Yesterday was a horrible day, I woke up and it was -15 degrees. Walking to class I felt like I was on the verge of death. My poor little car has even been broken by the cold. It wouldn't start yesterday and I even ventured outside earlier to try turning it on when it was "warmer". It's completely dead! I'm convinced that the gas in the tank is frozen solid.

Tell me truly, if your car looked like that, would you have faith in it starting? Ok mine doesn't look that bad, but I promise it's close. Words cannot describe how distraught I am about the whole situation. My spaceship, my prized possession, is trapped forever in a cocoon of ice and snow. What is a girl to do?

This is what it's supposed to look like. I can't even see what color my car is anymore. I need to go home to defrost the poor thing. Keep praying for me.

This is ridiculous

2009-12-09T18:56:00.000-08:00

Dear BYU-Idaho administration,
I, along with my fellow students, greatly appreciate all that you do to keep the roads free of snow around campus for safe driving. I sincerely mean that, especially someone like me who has an inimical relationship with the snow. My only query about your service is why you don't use the same care to clean or salt the sidewalks around campus. Such lack of attention to the sidewalks makes it horrifically hard to walk anymore, especially on a hill, and drenches the pants of any pedestrian with great amounts of brown sludge. The reason for this being that our sidewalks are heated, making the snow melt and combine with the dirt trod all over the place. This creates the horrible sludge that plagues the feet of all that are forced to walk through the campus in the cold. Whilst walking outside today, I had the privilege of feeling my ears freeze and almost dismember themselves from my head. I also had the pleasant opportunity of falling on my side and injuring both my pride and my ribs. Please see to it that this problem receives more consideration on behalf of all the students, and myself, that have been put in danger due to the neglect of the sidewalks on campus.
Sincerely Yours,
Elizabeth Skouson

Sunday Sunday Sunday

2009-12-06T18:45:00.000-08:00

What it is about Sunday that kills every motivation I have to do my homework and clean and do laundry and all of those other important things in my life? It is the same story every week. I get up way too early and venture out into the tundra to church, after church we all fall asleep for a few hours, and we wake up groggy and unwilling to do anything productive or meaningful. It's almost 8 and I am ready to go to bed already. Scratch that, I'm ready for my third nap. Bed will not be a reality until MUCH later. It must be the end of the semester, because we are all a little mentally fried. I don't know if I know one college student that isn't. It's the little things that have been getting me through the day lately. The random texts from Andrew that always say something along the lines of " I lovvve youuu" or " I missss youuu", the almost daily trips to Whore, Please, the reinstitution of our movie night traditions, walking into heated buildings for relief from the cold, naps, new music, you know... that sort of thing. I also have been doing my Christmas shopping lately so that has put me in a good mood too. Oh well, I have 12 days until I'm home again. I miss my family. But for now, I have much to do. I have a date with a Book of Mormon paper. This begins now. TTFN everybody.

Happy Holidays

2009-11-27T11:22:00.000-08:00

As of yesterday, it is now acceptable to refer to this time of year as the holidays. It is now perfectly ok to listen to as much Christmas music as desired. Everything has its own countdown once Thanksgiving comes and goes. Countdowns until the end of semester ( 20 days), countdowns until Christmas and countdowns until the new year begins. There is something about this time of year that is just so alluring to me. Everything takes on its own energy that is contagious. I love everything about the holidays, minus the ice and snow. Last night I was mentally putting this blog together and I think I pinpointed why I love this time of year so much. Everyone comes together. School, work, and busy schedules can't tear large families apart when it's time for Christmas. It's almost as if nothing is quite as important once everybody gets together to spend the greatest time of the year together. The unfortunate part though, time flies by way too quickly these days. Before we know it, the holiday season will be over. Christmas trees are thrown away and lights and decorations find their place back in a box in the corner of the garage, waiting until their few months of glory next year. It's sad really. Oh well, the holiday season for me has just begun. It's the day after Thanksgiving and I have approximately 40 days to delight in all the great times the holidays bring. It will be my first Christmas as a college student, and I can't wait. These 20 days will pass quickly I'm sure.

2009-11-12T19:22:00.000-08:00

You know you go to BYU Idaho when your Relief Society activity for the week is trying on wedding rings at one of the innumerable jewelry stores located in the Rexburg area. I mean, I know that everyone here is trying to get us married off as soon as possible, but must they be so forceful? Maybe I stand alone in the " Not-even-remotely-ready-to-even-think-about-marriage" category, but I just find the emphasis on early marriage a little odd. Why can't we just wait? Though I admit, Margot is ready to be married to her missionary in Sweden. I must not be on that level yet or something. Anyway, when and to whom I marry will be right for me. Words cannot express how glad I am that my week is over. I get to go home in less than a week for ten whole days. New Moon comes out in eight, and my roommates and I have watched Twilight in our beds no less than four times this week already. I can't wait. This next few weeks is going to fly by. Soon I'll be back in Vegas for a glorious four months.

Hasty Aggregation

2009-11-10T10:55:00.000-08:00

I need to discipline myself into going to bed before midnight on Mondays and Wednesdays. Tuesday and Thursday mornings I have an 8 AM class that I am always so tired for. Last night I was up in fright though, because a spider was found directly above where I sleep. I stayed awake last night fretting that the spider had laid eggs in my pillow or one of my blankets, and that it would burst to release billions of spider babies all over me. Luckily for me, this unfortunate mishap never came to pass. Courtney and I are presently sitting at our kitchen table (naming it as such is courteous. It is identical to those fake wood tables that we all used in elementary school) eating wild berry Skittles, and having our bi-weekly deep conversation. We talk about everything from medical conditions to getting married to the Holocaust. I look forward to our long talks before I have Book of Mormon and she ventures off the Water Aerobics. I'm so proud of Margot because her texture sphere was one of the best in her class and it got displayed in the glass case in the Clarke building. It's a balmy 51 degrees today, and the wind almost killed me while I was walking out of American Foundations. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to go to school at BYU Hawaii instead of BYU Siberia. Even if I wanted to find out, I could not do so until my sophomore year. I get to fly home for Thanksgiving in nine days. I'll have ten days of bliss and no class. I can't wait to play baseball, and see New Moon (which comes out in ten days). I am so ready to be back. I realize how much of a haphazard mess this post is, but I have lots of things on the brain.

2009-11-07T23:26:00.000-08:00

This weekend I had the privilege of being able to fly home to see my family for my cousin's wedding. It has been great to catch up, and I don't want to fly back to Rexburg tomorrow... but I'm afraid I have to. I know that I act like the independent eldest child that doesn't need her family and really doesn't miss everything about being home, but I assure all of those reading this that it is all an act. I do miss my family, my bed (which really isn't mine anymore anyway), having space to myself, and all those other things I used to take for granted when life in high school sucked because I was the oppressed teenager without any freedom. Now all I want is rules and restrictions. I miss having someone to tell me what classes I need to be taking, to remind me of the things I forget and to talk me out of staying up past two at least five nights a week. I've learned lately that I can drive ten hours straight and be totally fine, and also that a good way for me to relieve my anxieties is by finding a good person whose ear I can talk off. I've also realized that I text my father more than I text or talk to anybody else, but he and I have always been close.

I think I've done some serious growing up in the last few months. Life for me is finally starting to begin and I am so excited to take hold and see where it leads. Yes, I do miss high school where things were so predictable and simple, but I also enjoy the complication that comes with being out on my own. Who knew that groceries didn't just magically appear in the fridge? I want to travel, I want to meet tons of new people in new places, but I mostly want to make the most out of life right now because these are supposed to be the best years of it. The end is never certain, but I don't worry about such things because I love the ride. 12 days till I'm home again.

Good Day

2009-11-04T15:23:00.000-08:00

Things I love today:
-Sunny weather
-65 degrees
-short sleeves
-Tuscany
-clear skies
-the promise of a flight home tomorrow
-packages in the mail
-Kart's straightener
-looking forward to Spring semester
-Andrew's texting
-clean laundry
- Margot's driving

Today has been so great. Nothing bad could possibly happen. Las Vegas, I'll be home to you in a mere day. Don't go and have a drastic weather change on me. This weather has put me in such a good mood.

2009-11-03T12:24:00.000-08:00

I miss a lot of things about living in Vegas, that can be expected. Rexburg has provided quite the culture shock for me. It's taken me a really long time to realize how great I have it and how wonderful my family is, but now I can see perfectly. I can hardly wait for the monthly (and surprise) visits that I make home. I'm so lucky that I get to go home this weekend and see everyone, family and friends. As much as I miss home, college has introduced me to a few new things that I'm sure I'll miss once I'm done with the semester.

1. Scary movie nights. Margot, Courtney and I have somehow figured out a way to squeeze three 18-year-old girls onto a twin bed and watch frightening films before attempting to sleep. Youtube is the best. I'll miss having people's hands to hold and screams to ring out along with my own.

2. Almost daily trips to Horkley's. More fondly known as "Whore, please" around the apartment due Margot's hearing impairment. This gas station sells 42 oz fountain drinks for 30 cents and serves as a common place to visit to rid ourselves of caffeine withdrawl headaches.

3. Being "social." We always make plans to go out and meet new people, but we more often than not end up at the gym and watching a movie on someone's laptop instead. Something about the cold weather makes none of us want to venture outside the comfort of the apartment. It's ok though, because people like to come over and visit from time to time.

4. Skype conversations. I believe Skype is one of the coolest inventions in the world, and once I'm home with the rest of my friends and my immediate family, I won't be able to Skype those dear to me living in Hawaii, Florida, Vegas etc. I think we'll all be home by then. Talking in person just doesn't compare.

Now to my list of things I won't miss at all. This blog wouldn't be accurate if I didn't incorporate a little sarcasm.

1. My HORRENDOUS bed. I can't breathe in deeply without making it creak and waking up Sara. A fear I've had since day one is that my bed will crash one night without warning onto my desk below where my MacBook sits. I pray this night never comes to pass.

2. Cold. Like I've reiterated many times before, it is so cold in Idaho. I really had no idea what I was getting myself into, mainly because I'd never experienced anything like it. Slipping on ice is also another fear of mine, especially because the upper class students tell me that the heated sidewalks are a myth. Great.

3. Early morning classes. For those that know me well, I have never been and never will be a morning person. For some reason while I was registering for classes for this semester, I shot myself in the foot by signing up for an 8 AM American Foundations class. Never again. The other reason being that this class is AP Government on steroids. Again, those that know me well can attest that any kind of governmental course isn't my strong suit.

I shouldn't say that I hate Rexburg, because I really don't. I just have a hard time adjusting to the weather. I can't wait to call my dad the first time I have to drive in the snow for real. We'll both be having panic attacks. Of this I am absolutely positive.

Au Contraire

2009-11-02T10:20:00.000-08:00

Since moving up to college, there are a few things I have noticed that are quite contrary to popular belief.

1. Idaho is not peaceful and quiet. I figured moving here would be a nice relaxing experience, especially coming from somewhere so alive and noisy as Vegas. I could not have been more wrong. Between the screaming banshees outside and the wild pack of wildebeest that seem to always be square dancing upstairs, it is nearly impossible to sleep. Though they always are loud and out of control, the occasional rave that happens on the far end of the dorms is always entertaining to watch. The screaming banshees also hold a great deal of my interest, only because I am dumbfounded that one can have so much energy so late at night, especially with a schedule like ours. One of my favorite banshee moments happened last night, while I was sitting in my room and heard someone shriek "FREE THE RUSSIANS!" at the top of their lungs.

2. Mondays are great. I went from deploring this day in high school to looking forward to it in college. Why? This is simply because my classes do not begin until 12:45 on Mondays, therefore making it so that I have adequate time to sleep in. My sleep this morning was unfortunately prematurely interrupted when I woke up at about 7 AM to find myself baking in my bed. This was a result of my electric blanket magically turning itself on high at some point during the night. This happens more than you'd think actually.

3. My professors do not know as much as I had hoped. If I had 10 cents for all the times that I have heard one of them utter the phrase "I have no idea" I would easily be able to pay for one of my textbooks in dimes. I have no sympathy either, considering that these lovely men and women are supposed to be experts in their subjects.

Like the nicknames that I posted earlier, I'm sure more "Au Contraire's" will come to me over the course of my time here. Similarly to the nicknames, these discoveries will also be posted.

Academics?

2009-11-01T19:41:00.001-08:00

I'm glad that college lets me be creative and witty in every way except for in my classes. The evidence of this can be seen in the pattern of my slipping grades and late nights. I have the mind to kill anyone in a battle of words, but once I sit down to write a serious paper, my mind goes blank. I digress. My roommates and I have taken up the politically incorrect habit of making up nicknames for those whose names we can't seem to recollect. These nicknames more often than not stick once we get to know said people. These are just a few of my favorite examples:

Japan Girl: A girl that lives next door to us, we know that her name is Rebecca and address her as such to her face, but behind the back we call her Japan Girl. Of course she doesn't look Japanese at all, but for some reason this name is a hard one to shake. I think we all just can't wrap our fingers around the idea that someone from Japan doesn't look like it.

Ursula: We bequeathed our over-zealous Relief Society president with this one. We know her name too, but Ursula fits. She acts nothing like the evil queen from The Little Mermaid, but we all have noticed a slight resemblance.

Ethel: Known as "Eth" around our apartment and behind closed doors. Elliot Seibold may or may not be my college crush. Something about this 26 or so year old is just so enticing to me. I'm not even sure how this nickname was started, but part of me wants to say that it was because Margot thought his name was Ethel for the longest time. What can I say? I have a thing for glasses and eloquence.

Rosie O'Donnel: Just an annoying sophomore that lives in our dorm and talks way too loud so that the entire world can hear the conversation. She doesn't even sound like Rosie, and yet we all see it. We found out today that her name is reality is Aubrey. I can't make myself call her by her birth name.

Lucky Charms: Japan Girl's BFF. She told everyone within a 2 mile radius on the first day of college that her favorite thing to do is eat. The next day, I venture out of our apartment to find her screaming over the phone to her mother about one of her roommates eating her Lucky Charms. Needless to say she was infuriated. This discovery sparked my invention of the nickname "Lucky Charms" because her favorite pass time was hindered by her absence of cereal and I was appalled that someone would steal something so precious from someone else.

Joaquin Pheonix: No, he looks nothing like the hare-lipped movie star, and acts nothing like him either. I wouldn't know though, considering that he and I have exchanged not one word. Nevertheless, he was in a quite steamy relationship with the previously mentioned Rosie O'Donnel. This said relationship must have ended poorly because Rosie and Joaquin are no longer speaking or scratching one another's backs in church. Oh College.

Steve Kimple: We refer to him fondly as "Mr Acne", a name that was stolen by Margot's youngest brother, Drew. He is nothing but an overly- passionate PE teacher that thinks he's cool because he teaches college weight training. He permanently stalks us during our nightly gym visits, and he and Margot always acknowledge one another with the casual nod. He's a creep, but I know that Courtney has a secret wish to twirl his luscious blonde mustache.

The Midget: I save this one for last because I realize it is the most horrible and politically unacceptable. We do, in fact, have a midget living a few doors down from us. We didn't get the privilege of learning her name until much later into this semester. ( I chalk this up to my family's inordinate midget fear.) She is a sweet girl though, always willing and happy to be social. Her real name is Mikayla.

My roommates and I are mean I think. Sometimes we have long conversations about the previously mentioned people. Oh well, that's what college is for. Finding yourself, right? More nicknames are sure to surface in the near future. Naturally, they will appear on my blog.

Winter... in October.

2009-10-31T11:22:00.000-07:00

Winter in Rexburg is an inevitable fate. I have never been so cold in my life as I've been here. Oh how I miss Vegas and its perpetual warmth, never getting cold enough to keep snow on the ground, nor too cold to not want to be outside. Lately, I NEVER want to be outside. Why? Because it's presently in the 30's and it's Halloween. Snow has mercilessly descended upon us twice, and it's going to be the way of life soon. Oh well, at least it's the beginning of the "Holiday Season." Thank goodness for good roommates that make the cold a little more bearable. I'm hoping my city girl blood will do some thickening soon to keep me warmer.