I can never sleep after games but I'm usually parched so I drink a lot. This means there's a big need to pee in the morning. Well it's morning and both our bathrooms are taken by the recruits who are staying for the weekend. One's plucking eyebrows or something and the others caking on the makeuWHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE MY TRACTS ABOUT TO EXPOLOD
The dorms are good for the guy riding all over on a unicycle (there's no way that gets him around faster), the tickets who yell at everyone out the window to serenade them (I saw a girl do it), the smokin Asians, just smokin around, the chicks who only feel good when they're a block away from institute. You can always tell for that type. The dorms are good for socializers. People are supposed to make friends here. I'm no good at making friends, and I'm cool with it.
But... now the roomies want to find a house and they want me to live with them. They must not know I listen to Andre Nickatina and have a book full o nudes on my shelf. A naked thing on every page. Artists.... There are way cool houses up this way, but I'm afraid of what will happen if we go out on our own.
First of all food. All I see around here now is poptarts and cupanoodles. How would we eat?! I don't even know what a oven is! Meals would be wheat thins and nutella and creamies. That's what I ate today. I mean, would we have a grill? Would we have chocolate milk? Would we have a dog? Would we cook for the neighbors? Would we cook for the neighbor's dog?
Then of course there's the neighbors. Here in dormtown the only contact with the other people in the hall have been me giving a kid a poptart and a banana who was locked out of his room. He was out there for a good three hours. But I barely even know who lives in the other room in our apartment. Just now one came in but me and Cass were both plugged into technology and didn't even notice her returning the vacuum until she blew in our ears. In a house we'd have to make cookies for people, and throw good street parties, and everything.
Our tv is a 20"er. How are we ever going to watch speed racer again? What will the neighbors think? Will I be able to poo with the door open? Poo at all? Does anyone else in this place poo? Well I know Cass does.
Days will go like this: 7:00- wake up, eat cocoa puffs in peanutbutter, straighten each others hairs for an hour in complete silence, run outside and away before anyone else can see us.
2:00- this horrible thing called soccer. 5:00- come home, in silence. Make kraft macaroni and weenies. 6:30- quiet time. Actually, all day is quiet time. 8:30- scripture study. Family song. Bed time. And rules are no boys, no friends, no talking, no walking around naked, no pooping.
I don't know...
I talked to some people today!
guy: "so you a freshmen?"
me: "yep. you?"
me: "yeah i kind of feel bad for people who aren't freshman that live here."
guy: "i'm 21."
And walking out of the HC ice cream in hand...
guy: "do you play soccer for here?"
guy: "who's 16?"
me: "katie taylor"
guy: "she's soo hot"
Went back home today...I MISS SPRINGVILLE!
I miss my house, the couch under the carport, the vine wall, grapes, the fan in the family room that doesn't do anything, mom in the garden, dad by the stereo, Matt on the toilet
The front window, our street, the guy that rides weird bikes, the Taylor's hedge, the Taylor's dog that waits for walkers behind the hedge, the train that no one notices anymore, Autumn, Kaisa, Natalie's laugh, Natalie's swishy pants, lunchtime, perfect evenings
Troy's basement, our basement, my room, Damascus, reading even though I haven't finished a book since I was 12, Sundays, the neighbor's tree, mowing the neighbor's lawn, looking at mom's yard, mowing our lawn, pooping in my own house, sleeping on the hammock
Today gave a rainy sunset. It was way cool.
today was a horrible day! 7:50: I woke up and ate, then unlocked my bike from it's tree and started riding when i saw that the back tire was flat (the no-flat custom schwinn tires) and i had left my pump the fam brought me in my room. i needed to get to the burbage building and print papers for my writing class at 8:35 so i tried to be as light as air for the five minute cruise down the hill, where i'd leave my bike and use my legs. i got to the burb (that name disturbs me) where the printers were out of order and no one was awake yet. 8:20: my bike couldn't handle another trip without the rims tearing up the tires so i started sprinting THANK GOODNESS I WASN'T IN TOMS up that awful hill that seems like bliss coming down. i made it back at 8:27 (Jill: "didn't you just leave?" me: "braghuhugh" and then i pooped) grabbed the pump cause i tend to forget things that i remind myself to do moments before, and printed of about 20 pages of crap, useless crap, then sprinted back down watching the shuttles and cars drive on by (damn privileged students) to my bike where i couldn't get the twisty cap off. at this point it was 8:45 and my spirits were low. i got to class 20 minutes late and very sweaty, where the nice teacher with a crazy moustache welcomed me with open arms. we worked with charcoal in studio. i hate charcoal. i ate at the union where i found out i was out of meals so i had to dish out 7 bucks and regretted the huge cup of powerade with too much ice in it. it was club day at the union or something so it was packed. my tire was flat again and the people just wouldn't move. AND THEN we had practice which i hate especially when my legs are already tired. then when i went to go eat dinner i was once again denied and humiliated. uhuh huh
I'm in college! Everyone's getting along, the writing teacher has handlebars and the 2d lady sounds russian. Every encounter with any guy is questioned by Jill; "is he cute?" she's quite the romantic. Our buildings aren't empty anymore and we have two Patricks on our floor ("do you think they're cute?"). The RA comes around every once in a while to make us sign things ("oh he's cute") and I usually answer the door like this
He doesn't knock often.
Brandi Carlile came to Red Butte and sang to me through my window as I put down my very first chipotle. It was a perfect night!
Today is Sunday and it is our day off. My roommates, the ones with cars, all left for home. I woke up in an empty apartment with a whole day ahead of me. I got up, got dressed, anxiously flushed that scary toilet and walked down to the institute building where church had already started, so I read my anti-war book and walked back. The money everyone was given for food sits helplessly in my wallet since I don't have any transportation...
....luckily our room is well equipped. Facebook lost it's appeal. I now have a new interest in textiles and wall
paper (see new blog design!) and Adele. Thank goodness
for netflix! A few episodes of arrested development later I'm nearly at lunch time. I tried my own pattern designs...............................................
Here's my boy Ryan from the OC. We do look alike i suppose. One of the girls came back but she brought her boyfriend. THANKS FOR THE COMPANY. They left pretty quick.
Then I saw some one from my window. He left pretty quick.
Normally this might seem like a waste of day, but I'm really tired. So blah.
We moved into the dorms...
We could probably not have to leave our dorms for a month.
first order of business is that we're doing scripture study every night all together. This is what I get for never going to efy.
My swollen eye from saturday..... went down.......
but then was replaced by another swollen eye because apparently i have bugs in my bed. I didn't get a picture of that (silly of me) but here is my ear which also got attacked (the lobes a little swollen)
today in between morning (which was horrible by the way. Where was that cocky little bitch who made every run last week?) and evening sessions, i went to the toilet, only to find that after flushing, though my product went down nicely, the toilet continued to spew water from under the lid. Two minutes later...
college life I guess
Tonight we saw Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeroes outside in downtown Salt Lake. I had no idea who they were but it was a team thing. I went two hours before it started with a couple of die-hards (took the tracks!!) and we sat and waited in prime mosh seats until it started.
better then holding hands ^^
The opener came on and played ten of the same song. Don't get me wrong though I liked the song. The crowd was a little tight but bearable, a few tools pushed in front of us and had a good time trying to look up the stoned bassist's fluttering legs. A lesbian and a moron almost got in a fist fight next to us. Some one lit a joint a couple people down and poofs of smoke came up all throughout the crowd. It kind of looked cool in the sun. There was the reddest ginger I ever saw, and I wish I got a picture because his aqua teal shirt was not helping him. Edward finally came on, and were immediately bombarded by a bunch of drunkies claiming that we's knows the band. A lot of 'F yous' later from my soccer friends we were being trampled by a whole crowd of drunks. There was no moving, breathing, living space. It smelled like pot, rotten bananas, and fart. Waves would come through when you thought you would be trampled but you were just squished up even more against the guy in front of you. It was a mosh pit and we left after one song. We circulated around the park and found more team. People were climbing in trees and getting very drunk. The famous song that everyone knows came on and after it we finally left. Shuttles tomorrow morning.
first day as a ute. started it off with a shuttle test and my legs did not work. i still have a week of this stuff? i sat in the training room waiting for my ride and her friend that taaaaalks like thiiiiiiis as everyone reminisced about getting drunk. designated driver! one chick spilled a cooler of summer old liquid that smelled like pee by accident. our trainer is named tom and he has the smallest face and an even smaller voice. he doesn't drink anything. we drove back to the condo (two of the girls housing two freshmen for a week; me and suuuuuperrrrr whorrrre) and i had to sneak a bagel cause i feel bad eating their food, although they can't be poor cause this place is pretty dope. i slept in the loft for a while then tried to get on the internet for an hour (i finally asked. so easy!) we watched 'strange addictions' and i was very disturbed.... two girls went to 'friends with benefits' (i looooost my walleeeeeet!) and i watched shutter island. the other girl called me downstairs and i ripsticked while her and her friend played golf with no shirts on. i can do college. the day ended with a very dramatic episode of bachelorette, and then i blogged.
camping in the provo roundabout. gnarly. we took three trips to get all the gear into our little sleep cove. we forgot bug spray, but remembered to bring hard boiled eggs. i held down the fort (which meant reading harry potter and being as quiet as possible when a couple hooligans came and started poking around) while kaisa and autumn went to wherever you get bug spray. we sprayed the vicinity and had a nasty taste in our mouths the whole night. the mosquitos were taken care of, but the bug spray didn't even phase the snails who were obviously ticked at our intrusion. autumn made me pee my pants and we spent the next hour and a half (says kaisa who held down the fort, which was a for reals fort because the sprinklers kept going off probably to keep assholes like us off the stupid roundabout, so we had two umbrellas covering our heads and a tarp thrown over the whole structure) looking for a walmart to replace my bottoms. when we came back everything was soaked anyways. at least not in urine. we found a shaken kaisa waiting in the cave, which had acquired a crap-like smell. she had used the time to take catwalk pictures of the snails that kept groping about. it was a bit claustrophobic in there and my booklight battery died so i couldn't read harry potter. there was a snail on my pillow. we woke up and cleaned up. there was a sewer thing under the tarp we laid down and autumn said she'd been farting all night. there was a snail in my shoe. we got out and it was a good time, but i don't ever want to do it again