Happy Birthday To Me!

Today is my nineteenth birthday! It's been a pretty good day. I've received cards in the mail from mom and Bethany and calls from all of my siblings, and several of my friends from the EC. Thank you everyone for remembering my special day. My institute class sang happy birthday to me today and it was pretty embarrassing. Thanks again you guys!

Jobs A-go-go

I was sooo siked today when I went into career services at SUU and there were about a million new jobs posted on the board! I wrote down information for a bunch of them and went applying! I applied to be a cook/prep cook at The Bard's Food and Drink Establishment (that's a mouthful) and I applied to be an executive assistant at a place called All American Security Corps. I handed the guy my application and he asked me to come back for an interview tomorrow, so wish me luck!

Gnomescapade

One night my friend Leslie and I were bored so we stole her roomate's gnome (with permission) and took some pictures of him at different places on campus. It's sort of our version of the roaming gnome. It was a funny day but it ended in tradgedy: as I was walking along with the gnome I accidently dropped him on the concrete and his feet broke off:( I like this picture because it says "gnome lives". Yes he does, in our hearts. Here are some other pictures from our gnomescapade.

Here he is in the fountain outside the auditorium.

Under Old Sorrel's hoof. (This is where you become a true T-Bird)

With Will Shakespeare.

This is probably my favorite: Galileo holding the gnome. Look how perfet he fits.

At the Jelly Belly pipes.

S.O.S

Okay, so I knew it might be hard to live with a roomate who is habitually messy. No one told me how hard it would be to live with one who is a clean freak in an almost Howard Hughesian way. My roomate is so obsesses with clean and having our kitchen look clean that it's almost counter-productive. My first week here she was sick and I and two of my roomates left some dishes in the sink to wash later. While we were gone she washed them, and I thought, "Oh, yeah, that's great, go touch all the things I eat off of with your germy hands." Last night I left some pasta to cool on the counter before I could put the lid on and put it in the fridge. I kinda forgot about it (my bad) and left it there. She knocked on my door and said, "did you want me to clean up your stuff?" I said, "oh, no, I'm sorry, I forgot about it. I was waiting for it to cool before I put it in the fridge." she was all like, "You can put it in the fridge when it's piping hot." "Well, yeah," I said, "but you can't put a lid on it when it's hot." "Why not?" she said. "Because it'll like, mold and breed germs," I answered. "Well, I didn't learn that in my cooking class but whatever," she shrugged.
See what I mean? Someone tell me what to do before I kill the poor girl.

A Long Way From Scotesburg

Here are some pictures of my new apartment. As you can see, it's much nicer than my Logan apartment. That's why this post is entitled: A long way from Scotesburg. No lead paint! Check out that couch, it's lether! (Okay, it's nagahyde)

My beautiful kitchen.

Washer and dryer inside the apartment.

My room, smaller and nicer than my wasatch hall room.

Check it out, I have a sink in my room!

Michael Ballam the revenge!!!!

Sorry I haven't posted for a while I've been devlishly busy. But the other day I was in the music building and I saw a flyer for a girl who teaches voice lessons. And it said that she sang with the Utah Festival Opera. There was a big pull-quote endorsement for her by: who else? None other than the man himself....Michael Ballam *strongbad accent*. Seriously! I thought moving to the opposite end of the state would free me frome the reaches of the Baron of the Bravado but appearently none of us will ever escape the dominion of...Michael Ballam!