Cream Cheese Frosting

Last night Princess Aurora made cinnamon rolls with cream cheese frosting. When she was done with them I ate a big glob of frosting out of the bowl. She was about to make more anyways... My roommate Baby saw me eat it and wanted some too so I got some for her on a spoon. About an hour later all of us were cleaning up the kitchen. In order to extend the length of my sugar high, I grabbed some cinnamon-sugar off the empty pan and put it in my mouth. Then Baby came and put a big spoonful of frosting off a spoon in my mouth. I ran to the trash can and spat out a whole mouthful of cream cheese. I then proceeded to the sink where I rinsed out my mouth multiple times. Baby looked horrified, but at the same time was laughing. Everyone else was laughing too. I think I prefer cream cheese to be on my bagel.

Horror film in real life

So I was goofing off with my roommates on skype. I was in my room video chatting with two others. Princess Aurora started teasing me so I ran into the other room to tackle her. When we settled down we looked on the computer screen and realized that my skype was still running and staring at an empty wall. As we stared at my empty wall, all of the sudden another of my roommates popped her head into the vision of the camera for a split second before pulling out again. All of us screamed! We did not expect that to happen!

Socks at Bedtime

I realized that it was starting to get cold here again when I wore socks to bed the other night. I never where socks to bed! Socks have to be one of the most annoying things to wear when I am sleeping. When I crawl under my warm, cozy blankets and snuggle up and my socks are bunching up and sliding around on my feet every time I move, I get annoyed. I used to wear socks to bed every night, and every morning when I woke up my socks were mysteriously missing. So now when I am laying in bed trying to sleep, if I am wearing socks all I can think of is how my socks are going to be off my feet by morning. Before they are even close to off my feet I can feel the gravity of the earth wiggling them off my feet. Pretty soon they start to itch and my toes cannot stay still. I squirm uncomfortably to adjust the socks on my feet. The more I fix them, the more bothersome they become. Pretty soon I either kick them off or pull them off and throw them off to the side of my bed. Awww... sweet relief. I can finally sleep in peace now that those pesky socks are off my feet. My feet can breath freely and best of all, when I wake up my feet will be just the way I left them when I went to sleep. So needless to say, if I am wearing socks to bed, I am freezing my butt off.

Ummmm....

Alright, so tonight was the weirdest night of my entire life. I used to think my life was boring, but no more!!! I have 2 new roommates now and Princess Ariel is not here at school anymore. So to keep the first part of the story short:

A few days ago we met an apartment of guys in our ward. They are in the same apartment that our friends from last semester were in. Lashes still lives there and we went to visit him. He had told us that his roommates were a little strange and liked video games too much. We wanted to see for ourselves. When we got there they all welcomed us in. They sat on chairs and let us take the couches. They were all super funny and fun to be around. Then they invited us to dinner the following sunday where they would be cooking us dinner. We gladly accepted. So in the couple days until dinner, this is what happened:

Brain started to really like my roommate jasmine, Jasmine started to really like Brain's roommate, Hips. Hips started to REALLLLY like my other roommate Bell. In the meantime I was starting to like their OTHER roommate 6ft3. This love triangle was starting to spin out of control as we were spending everyday with those guys.

Then came sunday dinner. Jasmine was trying desperately to avoid Brain while Hips was going after Bell. Hips cooked dinner for us, and it was delicious. Afterwards there was a fireside and I got to sit next to 6ft3 on the couch. I was so happy, but he seemed afraid to touch me, so I thought he didn't like me back. We invited them to stadium singing. I was trying to make a lot of eye contact with 6ft3 to get his attention. Then we left.

That night Bell and I were doing Kermit impressions (a guy from a class at home who is kinda strange...) when 6ft3 and Hips showed up to go stadium singing. We did a few more impressions for laughs and then we all left. 6ft3 carried my book for me. I ended up walking with him and I later found out that Hips was teasing us behind our backs (literally). Then when we got to stadium singing we ended up getting squished around the corner from the rest of our group. We sang for a half hour (getting squished against the wall b/c everyone was passing by us). I didn't mind b/c I was close to him...

On the way back we couldn't find anyone else so he walked with me. He tried to teach me how to role my "R's" in spanish and we talked a little bit. He was a really funny guy! We got to the stairs of my apartment complex and he ended up walking me to the door. We got to that awkward spot where you don't know how to say goodnight. There was too long of a pause so I said, "I guess I'll give you a hug...?" We hugged, and then I came into the apartment to find out that 6ft3 likes me back, Hips confessed his love for Bell to Jasmine (awkward), and a few other things. I was feeling very happy that my feelings were returned so princess Aurora and I started lowering objects out of our windows and banging on the window underneath ours. The boys in the apartment across from us found this very amusing and took the fall for our prank when the girl opened her window and asked if they were throwing things at her window. So all this led to two apartments of boys competing for our love and singing songs for us across the parking lot off their roof. What a night :P

P.S. This all happened within 3 days... wow.

The True Meaning of Being a Poor College Student...

I have come to realize that when people say that college students are poor, they are leaving out all the grueling details. After talking to some people about a pickle I got myself into with money (as in I will be the very definition of dirt poor this semester) I realized that a lot of others are in the same boat. One friend told me she would not have food this semester, and she didn't know what she was going to do. Another girl said she was living off oatmeal and lost weight last semester. My manager made a comment to me about how everything would be alright, because I could just live off TopRomin. Far from comforting me, this made me feel slightly more panicked since I am gluten-intolerant and can't eat any noodle except gluten-free ones. Also, I heard some guys in my ward talking about how they went and donated plasma twice a week so they could pay for food. It's a good $50 a week. I think I'll be doing that this fall...

Nicknames vs. Code names

I've just been thinking about all the goofballs I have met in my life, and there is a distinct difference in the way guys and girls talk about other people. Guys give other people NICKNAMES, while girls give people CODE NAMES. There is a difference! Let me explain. A nickname is given to someone to describe someone and so is a code name, but a nickname is something you call a person to their face. If someone has a nickname they will know about it. A code name, however, is a name given to someone so that you can speak of them in front of their face or around other people who know them without releasing their true identity.

Here is an example of nicknames: In cross country the boys would give each other nicknames all the time. It was so bad sometimes, that the girls did not know the real name of the new freshman boys on the team. They only knew the poor guy's nickname, because it was used in place of his real name.

Here's an example of code names: When girls start school they automatically, and without thinking, will start scoping out the guys around them. If they spot one they like then they will obviously have to tell their friends all about his every movement when she meets them after class. Let's say the guy's name is Dave. She cannot POSSIBLY go running out of class and exclaim to her friend, "Oh my goodness! Dave is the cutest boy I have ever seen! I sure hope he asks me on a date! ...ect." If she mentioned his name in a crowded hallway, someone might hear! What if the girl sitting in front of Dave hears her and also likes him?! Then the whole cat fight thing starts up. OR... What if Dave's best buddy hears him and tells him and Dave doesn't like her back?! So the girl comes up with some crazy name that no one she knows would ever have or a very common name like Brad Pitt.

So what does this tell you about guys and girls? Well for one thing, girls are much more secretive and read a whole lot more into people's actions. If Girls wouldn't worry so much about what other people think, they would be less sneaky. Also, it tells you that guys don't need to let out their feelings as much. I have never heard of a guy who goes running to the lunch table of his friends and immediately spits out, "WOW! That girl I really like in my class looks so pretty today! She was wearing this cute skirt and her hair was all done up in curls and I her smile just makes me melt!" I think that's a girl thing...

Eggs

At work the other day two customers came up to me and asked me a question (I will briefly point out that male customers often flirt with me or make pointless small talk. I don't mean to sound conceded, but I am a pretty girl, and creeps who come to shopping tend to notice). After the two guys had made the usual pointless small talk and left the isle I was working on, they came back.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I was just wondering what's the difference between brown and white eggs?"
His friend said, "Yeah I've always wondered..." In my head I sighed and rolled my eyes, because based on the giggling he and his friend were doing, they were just asking to mess with me. I decided that if they were going to take away from my precious work time to mess with me, I would mess with them back.

"One comes from a brown chicken," I said. Because of the person I am, I cannot tell a joke without laughing, so I snorted out my answer, because of my great effort to not laugh. They walked away laughing too. I guess the annoying people at work are the ones that make it the most interesting, eh?