It's fall, and the freshman are here

So last night I picked Becky up at Los Hermanos at 11:15. As we approached the Riviera, we saw two people skipping. Skipping. The girl looked dorky, and the boy was downright embarrasing. "Yep Becky, that's my ex-boyfriend." This is just an example of one of those 'things' you look back on and think "I was such a dork" or "Really? What was I thinking?" If you were one of my brothers you would say "Why did I let mom give me a mullet, and steps in the side of my hair?" or "Why did I paintball that house in a driveby?" Well maybe they don't worry about that first one. Me, I wonder why I let eric cut my hair to my ears when I was four. Or why did I stay up until 2 last night when I had all this homework? Or why did dare eric to punch me in the face that one time?

I guess the freshman on campus remind me of a little younger version of myself. They tour campus with their parents, and ask seemingly stupid questions. Half the time they look like deer in the headlights, and the other half they act like animals during mating season. No sophomore, junior, senior, or variation of super senior passes up the opportunity to take cheap shots at freshman. I know, because I participate. I guess we do it to take the attention away from how clueless we actually are- just about different things than the physical locations of buildings on campus. We all think we were never as mentally incapable as the new freshman, but inside we regret that we were even bigger geeks.

This week I got two new roommates, and a large uhaul full of new and exciting decorations. About every four months it feels like my life turns upside down. Just because I move into a new apartment. I have always been pessimistic and ornery about my roommates. I wondered this last week if I actually took the opportunity to learn the lessons I could from all my unique roommates I've had in the past two years. I decided from now on, I'm not going to take 4 months to just tolerate them, then learn some cools lessons the week they move out. I have had a lot of different roommates, and I am pretty excited about the new ones. They are just what I want. Incredibly nice, selfless, and female. I predict a drama free year. I'm not going to have any regrets in this department. As for the late night partying, I can't make any promises.

Thanks

I forgot to say how grateful I am for my safety! Especially after my longboarding accident, and the car wreck I was in when I was 16. I have seen so many runners get injured, it happens all the time! I luckily have never had an injury to keep me from running for more than a day. I know my Father in Heaven is blessing me, and I'm so grateful.

Seven Random Things

Nad tagged me on July 10 with the sidenote that I really needed to update my blog (my bad, I think I figured, if I don't get on for a while, no one else will right?) I am shamefully embarrassed.

1. I thought this would be appropriate with Nat's number one. I LOVE running. I am an off and on runner, if there's a party, I'll most likely stay up late, and sleep in the next day. But I love distance running. The longest distance I have ran is about 7.5 miles. I'd like to run a 10k race, maybe maybe a half marathon. But I like the 'shorter' races of about a 5k. I'm not sure I ever have the desire to run a full marathon. We shall see, but don't hold your breath.

2. I have lived in 4 different apartments at the Riveria in Provo. I'll be here a total of two years in the spring. (I MIGHT move on after that)

3. I am a chemical engineering major (nerrrrrrrd)

4. I have 5 brothers and no sisters. I love my new sisters Nat and Cathy though! We have a blast talking about shopping, boys, twilight (cathy especially) and I wonder what I did growing up without sisters! (Oh now I remember, I would wear my brothers clothes against my mom's best efforts to stop me, and try to act just like them. I was a big tomboy too Sandy!)

5. Not a fan of baking. I like cooking, but I can count on one hand how many times I have baked cookies (zero) and brownies (5) while I've been in college. And I don't think I've ever delivered them to anyone. (I'm working on it...) I hope this one makes Aspen feel better ;)

6. I had 5 cats between 2nd and 3rd grade. I took care of them the best I could, but one was hit by a car, one dissapeared, one got cancer, I think one was poisoned, and I still have one! I got her while I was in third grade. She had kittens soon after I got her, but now she's all fixed. So she was mature when I got her about 11 years ago. I'm so glad my parents still take care of her, because even though I'm horribly allergic (which makes me tend to get annoyed with cats) I have a soft place in my heart for her, and she still recognizes me when I come home. Greg is not a fan of cats, but he would be so nice to my cat when I was around. He's so sweet.

7. Finally...(I'm struggling *see numbers 3, 4, and 5) I drive a '92 Ford Taurus. It's kind of a big deal. This would be the third car I have 'driven'. The first one (turquoise buick skylark, nicknamed the shark because it actually looked like a shark) I totalled after having my license for 3 months. Without my dad's patience and concern for my safety I don't think I would have made it through my mothers obvious frustration. The second (and my favorite) was an '86 honda accord (thanks to eric, it was fitted with sub woofers.) PIMP. It just blew up while I was driving down the freeway at 2 AM. My parents came and got me at the point of the mountain, towed the car home then drove me to Provo so I could make it to church. I got home at 6 AM. The best car story-- My dad's honda got stolen while I was driving it (well it was parked when it actually got stolen) then we got it back. (That's the REAL short version of the story. If you want longer, ask me, not my dad, he'll exagerate)

I am now tagging all the Fergusons!