Home Sweet Home

After driving 999.0 miles (to the dot), I'm so happy to be home. I never ever want to drive from Idaho to California (or California to Idaho) by myself again. It was hot and boring. And lonely. I was, however, allowed to have as many windows down as made me comfortable and the music was allowed to be as loud as I wanted it. That also means I was allowed to sing as loudly and obnoxiously as I wanted to (and, believe me, I did sing very loudly and very obnoxiously). It kept me awake and alert. I was so excited to get to California. I even screamed in the car once I reached about Woodland Hills. It finally dawned on me that I was going home.

About an hour after getting home, I set out on another drive out to Simi Valley to visit Sam. Because I'm pathetic. Also, everyone else is out of town (including my mother and my sister, whom I really want to see). We watched the Angels vs. Redsox game with his family and looked at pictures and papers from his elementary school days. It was really nice, actually. I didn't have anything to worry about. Nothing to do. No tests or homework orproject to worry about completing. It's a glorious feeling to be thinking, "What's due on Monday? Where do I have to be on Monday? WHAT IS HAPPENING ON MONDAY THAT I'M FORGETTING ABOUT?" Then you realize that there really is nothing. Freedom.

Have I ever mentioned that I love California? I do.
I also love my cat, who doesn't seem to care that I'm home. How depressing.

One more thing. I realized today when I went to church to find out that a girl from my laurel class is pregnant that I really am growing up. My roommate from last fall got married on the 5th. The girl who is now prego got married in March. My high school friend Jeanine got married in June. I have two friends getting married in August. These are all girls who graduated in either 2006 or 2007. I feel so young! I feel too young to have so many friends getting married, and now pregnant! The women in my ward all cracked a joke about when I'm getting married. Or that I need to step it up. I'm nineteen. Why so much pressure? Although I am growing up, I'm still just a kid. Give me some time, people! I can hardly find ONE date per semester, let alone an RM to date and get engaged to. Sheesh.

Finals.

I have two more finals. They're kicking my trash. I've even given in and used that phrase even though I detest is because of it's complete Mormonish-ness.
I didn't drive to Montana with Heather and Randi last night because I needed to study. I stayed in and studied for hours.
I'm stressed out of my mind about my Spanish final. It's 1000 points. A third of my grade. It would make or break me in this class. I'm confident in what I've learned and what I've studied...but then I remember how huge it is and how many different verb conjegations there are and I cringe. Tomorrow at 10:15 I will commence the test of death.

On top of that we had white glove today. From the moment I woke up to half an hour before our check at 7 PM (with the exception of when I went to my Book of Mormon class) I was up to my elbows in cleaning supplies. I think I got high from scrubbing the tub and the toilet (even with the door open). My asthma is going insane, probably from all the chemicals now absorbed into my lungs.

After tomorrow, it'll all be over. I'll be free. And I'm celebrating by bowling at the Rex and baking cookies for Kyle.

I can't wait.

Now I'm off to study more for spanish and psychology. Wish me luck

Can't sleep

We took a long nap in the park today so I'm wide awake at 2 AM. Unfortunate.

Heather and I took a trip to the housing office only to discover that the process of getting a house approved is quite difficult. The property needs a separate apartment for a manager to live in. There are several requirments for being a manager as well. Over all, it looks like it'll be a while before we figure out the whole situation. I hope it works out.

I leave for home on Friday afternoon. That means I have four and a half days left. I'm completely torn. To the point where it's ridiculous. Mom told me time and time again that the best friends I would ever have I would find in college. Like usual, mom is right. I've made some of the best friends in the entire world. Randi and Heather and I go together like the three musketeers. The three of us got into Randi's bed tonight and watched a slide show of pictures from this semester. So many good memories.

I have a love/hate relationship with the three-track system. I love it because I don't have to be in Idaho during the coldest months. I hate it because half of the people I meet are on the opposite track, so I only see them for three months out of the year. LAME. There are so many people that I've met this semester, Randi being one of them, that I want to spend sooo much time with because I enjoy being around them, but they're on Winter/Summer. So I won't see them until next April. That's a long ways away. I'm tempted to stay during the winter. Very tempted.

And at the same time, I really miss home. Why can't there be a BYU-California? Can't all these people go to a school there?

I'm a big girl now

During Fall semester last year Heather and I fantasized about getting our own house here in Rexburg and moving out of the dorms. We discovered that you had to have an RA live with you and it would be too difficult to get it approved, so we let the dream die.
The rules for approved housing have changed.

After going out to dinner with Heather and Randi and seeing a house across the street that was for sale, Heather and I decided to go around and look at the houses that were for sale to take down the numbers and just get some info. We did. We even got th info for the house across from the pizza place we ate at, even though it looked like it would be way too expensive.

We found out that this house isn't over priced, it's getting pretty much all things new inside, and it's got four large sized bedrooms plus a study/office. After talking with Heather's dad, who would be purchasing the house, it appears that we might actually do it. We've gone to see the house twice, once to just check it out and a second time to take pictures.

We're going to the housing office tomorrow to see if it would be possible for us to get this house approved by BYU-I. If that happens, we're 90% sure we'll be living there. We're all so stoked. Out of our minds.

I feel so grown up. Heather doesn't like interacting with people very much so I've been taking charge of details and questions and such. It's a really good feeling.

Where is the stress?

Only nine days left until I leave for home.
Five more days of class. Shouldn't I feel a bit more stressed than I am? I'm finishing two classes this week. I have a dance competition on Saturday, which is as big as a final. The only class I don't have a final in is Book of Mormon, but all my other classes should have me stressed. I also have to pack up my room and move everything over to Megans room the night before I leave. I really should be getting these things done.

Last week we had a three day weekend, which we started early on Thursday (skipped on class) by heading to Island Park to camp and go boating. It was me, Randi, and Heather along with our FHE brother Max and his two buddies, Brad and Jordan (who we all call Lamkin) from the army.



Despite being incapable of setting up the tent on their own, they did come in handy out on the boat. Lamkin, Max, and I went for a run out on the tube.



The boat turned really sharp and then we saw the canoe...we were heading straight for it. The three of us bailed off but the people in the canoe stood up when our wake hit them and they over turned. Immediately all three army boys were in the water helping to turn it back over.



After that Lamkin, Max, Brad, and Randi all went out on the wakeboard. I'd go, but I've done it in the past and I'm not too fond of it. Maybe another time.



Lamkin brought his camera, so we got some sweet pictures

Brown or Auburn?

I got my hair cut today, because my layers were uneven. My hairdresser asked me if my auburn hair was natural. Aurburn? My hair is auburn? I suppose it does have a lot of natural reddish highlights, but I've never considered it auburn.
Having been told that, I went on the internet and looked up auburn hair. Yep, that's my hair color.
I always considered auburn hair to be way more red, like Miriams or Dads. I guess that is just red hair and mine is auburn, which has more brown in it.

The final stretch

Of course, as the last two weeks of school come around, I finally went on my first date this semester. I even have another two lined up. Why doesn't this happen at the beginning of the semester?

My computer is working again, after crashing for the fourth time since April. I'm holding out hope that it's done being lame, but I'm not convinced.

I want to buy fireworks...and bring them home...