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Can't wait to be in my home town for the weekend.

Sending a best friend off on his mission is a perfect excuse to get away.

Those I'm traveling with have all decided it's our reward for getting through midterms.

Can't wait to see those I'm closest to, those that I miss every day.

It'll be great.

Ma'am!!

I wish all of these stories weren't true. I wish I was making these up. But, sadly they are true. I must have some sort of aura around me that says "please criticize my every move." Ugh.

So, walking in to the building of the track and basketball courts, there was a man in a red shirt. He, or someone like him, is usually perusing the building at this time of night to survey the condition of the building. I think. They're always walking around with a clip board and checking things off. So, we will go with that. As I walk past this man he looks me up and down, stares for a minute, and then proceeds to follow me on to the track. He stood off to the side, watching me as I started to run. About a mile or so into it, he starts practically screaming at me so that he might get my attention. Once he pulls me off the track he says "you aren't following the dress code." "Um, yes I am, I'm wearing the school approved gym clothes..." "No, when you came into the building you were wearing shorts. You can't wear shorts across campus, it's against the honor code." "Oh. Wait, do you have the power to enforce the honor code?" This is when he tried to sound official. "Well, I'm not sure my job enables me that kind of power, but I just feel like you should be following the dress code." I rolled my eyes and continued running. More than half the people coming and going every night are wearing shorts. And they don't bring pants to cover up... It's frustrating. I really must have 'please get after me' stamped across my forehead.

On the plus side, sweet boys leave Swedish Fish on my doorstep. They're the best.

Cheese

I don't know if any of you have noticed, but my blog lacks photographs.

Why you may ask?

1. My camera is sititng in the front console of my car, and has been for many months.

2. Who even remembers to pull it out during a 'kodak moment' anyways?

3. I'm the furthest thing from photogenic, and I always have been. You see, I have a lazy eye-lid. Not a lazy eye, but a lazy eye-lid. It just doesn't open as much as the other one. In person, it's not all that noticeable. But in pictures, my face looks like that of a stoners. It's super sexy.

So, I apologize to all of you that my blog isn't as appealing to the eye as others, but in truth? It's not all that big of a deal to me. So, at that, enjoy my words.

I think I have a knack for meeting all of the self righteous students up at this here university.

middle of orchestra-my D string slipped so I am quietly trying to tune it. "Um, excuse me? I'm trying to listen" "Um, excuse me? I'm trying to tune" "We did that at the beginning of class, so what are you doing it now for?" "It slipped." "Well, you should work on your tuning skills" "Well, you should work on your people skills." I don't think she likes me much anymore.

"Hey I saw you at McDonalds on Saturday. Who was that guy you were with?" "My boyfriend." "Oh, so that's the guy you're going to prematurely ruin your life with?" Some statements are better left ignored....

Coming from Book Of Mormon boy who asks impossible questions about dragons-

"What's the heart on your arm for?"

"My boyfriend drew it on me last weekend, we were just messing around."

"Oh, did he screw up or are you too good for that?"-this statement comes from a previous conversation I had with him. If I didn't tell you, text me and I'll fill you in.

"Um, it's none of your business what he does with his life, or even what I do with mine. Stop."

The mormons up here are a whole different breed.

A New Sort of Creep

On my way to do laundry this fine afternoon, running down the stairs, I made an extremely fascinating discovery.

I was wearing socks, and realized about half-way down the stairs, that they were heated. What? Yes, my staircase is heated. What can yours do?

I must have looked rather strange to the group of boys playing soccer in my courtyard, because after my discovery, I proceeded to bend down and feel up each step...

It's cool. I'm a fan

Fall Consistency

It's Fall Break? Nah, are you sure? Oh yeah, LDS schools don't get Fall Break. It's awesome.

While most are having a restful weekend, away from classes, post-mid-terms, I get to study my brains out until there's nothing up there but equations and writing rules.

You all get to post fun and exciting Facebook statuses about how thankful you are for the break, how wonderful your weekend will be... The green monster on my back is now the size of my room.

Enjoy your relaxation, your free time, your glimpse at Christmas break. When you're sitting in your room, with nothing to do at all, and loving every minute of it, think of your dear friend Brenna. Slaving away preparing for mid-terms and writing a talk for Sacrament meeting.

Care packages are more than welcome.

Oh Boy...

Annie tagged me, and out of my love for her, I suppose I will join in on this insanity.

Here are 7 random things about me.

1.

I have a strong distaste for those who spell incorrectly. We all passed 1st grade, yes?

2.

I have an unhealthy addiction for running and Dr. Pepper. Yes, I am aware they don't mix well.

3.

The children's show Arthur will always hold a special place in my heart.

4.

I bite my nails. It's an awfully disgusting habit.

5.

I love playing my violin, but do not like playing in front of others.

6.

I'm extremely obsessed with Christmas. I dare you to say you like it more than me.

7.

I would read all day, every day if someone would let me. I'm partial to Gothic novels.

Katy, Sharissa, and Becca, it's your turn

Dragons and Immanuel

Tests in my Book of Mormon class shouldn't really be considered tests. It's each student coming up with 5 questions, and then passing their questions to another student to answer. Knowing this, I would think each student would come up with easy questions, in hopes that they receive easy questions. At least, that's what I did.

And then I got my set of questions.

I love reading my scriptures, and at times I like to think myself somewhat knowledgeable in the gospel. But RM? I don't understand Isaiah on that deep of a level like you do. I think I started stressing more when I saw these questions than when I sat down for my math exam.

Thank goodness I was sandwiched between to different RM's that could guide me in the right direction. However, even they didn't know the answer to one of the questions.

So, overly knowledgeable RM, I hope the answer, "Because God will eventually release all the dragons from their underwater imprisonment in the new Millennium" was a sufficient answer for you.

Awkward

Is the time you're standing on one side of the gate, the boy on the other, while the security man locks it for curfew... (You can open it from the inside, don't worry kids, we could still say our goodbyes)

I live in a college apartment complex. With nothing but young adults in sight. So screams, thumps and yelling are very common at late hours. What's strange is when you hear a toddler crying in the middle of the night. It's an almost Twilight Zone experience. (RA lives directly below me, in case you were wondering)

A blonde boy gave me 'the nod' in my writing class today. All he accomplished was arousing a firey passion to deck him, seeing as he called me a butterface the previous class. You're a winner.

My mother gave me the great news of fmily newsletters this morning. Apparently, since I'm an independent now, I must write my own entry... I hope the whole extended family is ready to hear my sadistic views...

I put the extra mattress below my bed so that when I fall out of my bed I hit the soft mattress, thus reducing the risk of breaking something or getting concussed. My subconscious has a marvelous sense of humor; I fell off the end of the bed this morning rather than the side. Hooray for bruises and a headache.

81% on my article for my journalism class. Came in second place behind a kid with 85%. Mr. Professor doesn't believe in A papers, says those grades go to the professionals, which we clearly are not. I feel accomplished.

Pots do a very good job at disappearing in 252. There's only so many cupboards, and only so many places they could be... I am now a firm believer in pot elves.

This laptop is a piece. I'm in fear of closing it and the screen breaking. I need a new one.

"That shirt really brings out the color in your eyes" "Thanks" "Did you know you have very green eyes?" "What?? Green?? Really? I always thought they were brown!" He didn't think I was funny... But I sure did.

Maybe one day I'll go back to writing deep thought paragraphs, insightful essays and heartfelt words. But for now we will stick with snippets. After all, journalism is all about concise and to the point right?

Droid

People tease me every now and then, about how I can't go anywhere with my phone.

And yes, I'm strange that I have an emotional attachment to it, but I realized this afternoon, while sitting bored in science, that it's not the phone I'm attached to, it's the people I can talk to because of my phone that I'm attached to.

It's the sweet texts and regular calls from the boy.

The late night, I need your help and miss you, conversations with Cris.

The funny snippets of my life that I can tell my mom no matter what time it is.

The questions about anything and everything I ask my dad, that he always seems to know the answer to.

The weekly emails from Amber I can read during math class.

As previously mentioned, but in need of re-statement, the sweet texts and regular calls from the boy.

Yeah, I have my phone within 2 feet of me almost always, but I can't keep everyone in my life within 2 feet. So my phone will just have to suffice

In 252

Where we face paint giant butterflies onto boys, or carve Jack into a pumpkin then stick him in our freezer so as to scare us every morning and preserve his health until the season of scaring peaks.

We bake 7 loves of pumpkin bread, then discuss the plans for banana bread. Where we all receive callings and get set apart together.

Where I put the spare mattress near my bed so that the bruising will slow down when I fall out of bed. Where we wake up for church 15 minutes before we need to leave, only because I fell off my bed and hit every bar on the way down, waking us all up.

Where boys just walk in, no knocking required, and our apple juice begins to disappear at a rather rapid pace.

Where the dishes only sometimes get done.

Where we listen to Jazz and EFY music? Then shortly after we listen to Jay-z and Fall Out Boy

Our overuse of Pam ends up on the floor, making it great for sliding.

Where laughing fits are more than common.

And on occasion, we reach into the oven to pull out the bread, without thinking, and burn our entire hand. On occasion.

Rain is a Good Thing

There's a small sink hole near the science building(offtrack-all the lovely tall boys hide out in said science building. But, if I were a tall good looking rm, I would hide out too with all these girls on the prowl.) During a 20 minute downpour, this sink hole fills rapidly with water, making an ideal puddle.

No, I wasn't wearing rain boots, and yes it was freezing. But I jumped rather exuberantly into this puddle. Completely soaking a girl passing by. The look she gave me? Well, if looks could kill....

A young man about 10 steps behind her then congratulated me, and told me I was adorable for not having lost my inner child. My jeans were soaked up to my knees, and boy was it worth it.

This rain is spectacular. A slight constant drizzle mixed with random downpours is just what we all needed. It's finally time for hoodies, much too big jackets that go past even your behind, and an excuse to have hot chocolate with every meal.

Not to mention it's a sign that snow, Christmas, and the end of semester are rapidly approaching.

A New Kind of Motivation

Being sick in college is much different than being sick at home.

At home my parents made me stay home, I would lie around all day, and accomplished next to nothing.

At school I still wake up for a 7 a.m. class, do my homework, clean the kitchen, attend all meetings and groups, it's like, well it's like I'm not even sick.

I'm kind of a fan.

Now if only I could keep down my breakfast.....

More Bits and Tips from 252

"What is unemployment? People unemployed" yeah, that was really smart of you teacher. If your voice wasn't so funny to listen to I would have tuned you out half an hour ago.

"You can't chew gum on the track" "You can't wear shorts like that in this building, let alone on this campus." "Well... ugh!...." yes, please just walk away.

"Can I run with you and we can keep each other on a steady pace?" "Yeah that's fine" Code for: Yes please mister. You're extremely good looking. Not to mention you're in good enough shape to keep up a semi-conversation while running.

Pass notes in college. It's completely acceptable. Especially when he smells like Usher.

"The Provo Tabernacle is being built into a temple! I'm getting married there" "Me too!" (followed by a rather seductive wink.) Boys from Seattle make great companions.

Play Rear Window sometime. It's entertaining, and tells you a lot about the girls across your courtyard. Our window was well placed.

Chocolate cake and raspberry cake mixes go great together.

Don't burn popcorn to the point of smoke. Your apartment and hair will smell delectable for a few days.

Make a friend majoring in Poly-Sci. They're great conversation artists.

Voices and fluctuations make or break a class.

"I don't get the excitement behind it"

Writing for Media. Naturally we discussed conference..... Only at BYU-I

Teach brought up the Provo Tabernacle becoming the second Provo Temple.

Then the lovely girl from California says, "I don't get the excitement behind this becoming a temple. I mean, Provo already has a temple. Why don't they just turn the land into student housing or something?"

Are you kidding me? My hand shot up so fast I almost dislocated my shoulder.

I then proceeded to tell her why it meant so much to me, and to everyone down there. It's a big deal, and exciting deal as well. My professor let me show her the drawing of what the temple will look like. "But, it's not even white, it barely looks like a temple."

She's an absolute winner.

Merry Swiftmas

Evan Taubenfeld.

So, it's October. The only thing that excites me from this realization, is that now we are in double digit months. And that much closer to December.

It's noticeably colder here in Rexburg than it is down in Orem. It gets me excited for snow.

I listen to Christmas music while studying for a math exam.

I'm ready for December. I'm getting antsy, and the countdown will start very soon.

(Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy scary movies, haunted houses, etc. But when I go to bed after participating in said activities, I often climb in bed with a sibling or fall asleep listening to Sinatra sing Silent Night)