Some thoughts

Well, I guess I should blog since I haven't in a while. I feel ill. Class hurts my head, but in a good way, I think. I can't stop watching Gilmore Girls instead of doing homework. I found a spider the size of Aragog (see Harry Potter) in my living room. I'm almost positive it came over in our stuff from the last apartment. We are having a garage sale this weekend. It's at 8 in the morning, so no sleeping in. I haven't been sleeping well. Brady is already back into his late night working hours, so I can't get to sleep easily. Plus I've been reading Twilight again, well the series, and I can't stop reading it, so not only can I not sleep because Brady isn't there, I am being kept up late by the intriguing story of a vampire/human romance. I don't have much on my mind right now. I'm kind of feeling dull right now. SO, until some original thought enters my mind, this is it. Cheers.

Espanol clase es muy dificil!

So classes started last week! How fun. This semester is going to be so intense. It already is. My Spanish class is so out of control already, but I'm keeping up so far. But here's something I can't stand. When guys stare... Honestly! It's not like I'm some blonde bombshell (although Brady may say otherwise) I'm just an ordinary girl, so why do boys always feel the need to stare? We were waiting in line at Walmart yesterday to return some goods that were unsatisfactory and this guy (he looked like a tool to me) with buttons on his back pants pockets, pants, which by the way were cuffed, and he just thinks he can look at me all he wants. And what is with the emo dressing craze these days? Tight girl pants on boys? Either these boys are chicken skinny or are huge and so either way the tight pants look terrible yet they seem to think they look good and continue to do this. Why, one may wonder? I cannot give you an adequate answer seeing as how I myself can't seem to figure out the appeal. But whatever. To each his own, or her own, I suppose. I have just pondered what I wrote in this entry and realized that perhaps I like to rant. I just don't understand things and wish someone could make some sense of life. If anyone has any answers, feel free to let me in on the secret.

Sweet Money

So we sold our weird, ugly couch. We got it for free from Brady's friends and the couch cover we bought with wedding gift cards so we made a sweet $150 profit. Awesome. But now we have no where to sit in our living room except my sister's desk chair she left with us and our own IKEA desk chair. It's quite uncomfortable but we are moving in 3 days so no worries. On another note, I have been truly obsessed with the Titanic lately and her tragic story. Not the movie with Leo in it, but the actual historical incident. It was so horrendous and unimaginable that I can't even comprehend what it would have been like to go from feeling so privileged to be on the greatest ship ever built's maiden voyage to realizing that she was sinking and you had to leave behind your husband or sink with the ship. It's probably morbid and maybe something is wrong with me, but I can't get enough of her history. It creeps the heck out of me, but it's so fascinating. As long as I can remember I've never, ever wanted to go on a cruise because of the legendary Titanic and that was before I knew so much about it. Now I definitely never want to go on a cruise. Anyway, that's it for tonight.

Raise Your Hand if You Bathed in Cologne.

So, today was my last or maybe second to last time in my ward. Sad, I'll have to be moving on to a new ward and answer those same, over-asked questions. What's your major? What's your husband studying? How long have you been married? Where are you from? Where are you living? As if anyone besides real friends ever remember that kind of stuff. Oh well, I'll live. But one thing I will say is that I have a guilty conscience. A couple sat in front of Brady and I today and his cologne was really strong and I whispered to Brady "Raise your hand if you bathed in cologne" and the next thing I know the guy gets up and leaves for a few minutes and when he comes back I can't smell his cologne at all. Apparently he heard me and washed it off! I felt kinda bad, but at least I didn't get a headache from smelling it all sacrament meeting. Anyway, maybe that'll give you a chuckle, whoever might be reading this. I guess I'll go continue my sentence of having to pack everything in my house because of a certain someone's incompetence at renting causing Brady and I to find shelter elsewhere. Good day to you all. Cheers.

Saturday in the Hood

Brady and I went to eat Indian food at Tandoori Grill this afternoon and it was disappointing. Brady was really hoping for good things, but he didn't like it. But oh well. Then we went to see Kung Fu Panda. Pretty funny, I'd say. I love Jack Black. Then we've just been packing all day. Moving isn't fun, but I have all my clothes ready to go, and my shoes, so that's awesome. And I'm doing the kitchen tonight. Tomorrow is the last day in my present ward. It will be sad, I think, especially for Brady since he loves some of the people there. I will be sad that I'm not in Nat's ward anymore, but that just means she needs to move into our new ward with us. Hint Hint, Nat. Anyway, I'm watching She's the Man right now. This is such a hilarious movie. Seriously. I guess that's it. I don't have anything much to say. Dinner time!

Dreams and Bathrooms

Well, is it just me or is it totally creepy when people sit on the couches or chairs in the girls bathroom and just read? Half the time I go in there there is someone reading in there. There is no lack of quiet places to read in the library, especially where you aren't interrupted with the sounds of bathroom and toilets flushing. It's just weird. And totally creepy. Anyway, I was dreaming like a mad woman last night. I dreamt about spiders running across the floor and then jumping up and over people. As if it isn't scary enough with all those legs and that they can climb walls, they have to also jump 10 feet in the air. CREEPY. Then I dreamt my sisters, Brady and I went to visit my old high school friend Nikki in New York (she doesn't live in NY). We road a rickety elevator up to the 120th floor, where she lived, and there was a party and a book signing going on. It was Stephenie Meyer, and so my sisters, Brady, and I all got books signed by her. It was awesome. Then I dreamt about my friend Kate and her family, but I remember less about them. I think we might have been camping... Anyway, weird night, and every time I woke up during the night I felt spiders crawling on me. I really am starting to think I have severe Arachnophobia. It is the worst.

New Apartment!!

So Brady and I finally found a great place. Luckily we have signed the contact with about 9 days to spare, so it's not like that year where we had about 3 days left until we were homeless. It's a 2 bedroom, 2 bath, newly remodeled, and it's beautiful! Wood floors in the living room, tile in the kitchen and carpet in the bedrooms. It's going to be so great. And the landlords are twins in their 60s most likely! So great. Anyway, we are so excited to move in. I certainly can't wait. The 29th is the day. Let's hope this works out well!!