The Man Your Man Can Smell Like

We aren't sure why, even after a long process of investigation, but our room smells like man.

and not the good kind that you would find wandering around Abercrombie half naked

We smelled the beds, the closet, our clothes, each other, and just about everything else. We smell just fine. (My hair especially)

It could be the stench we bring in after running, that we just let sit without ventilation for a few hours.

It could be the stench of man that winds itself over from the boys apartments right outside our window.

Or, (and this is my number 1 theory) it could be the family of smelly gnomes living under Taylor's bed.

Either way, our room smells like high school boys locker room, and we aren't sure why.

If you would like to send a care package to me encasing febreeze, we would be very grateful.

*AHEM*

Running should be a major.

Perhaps a BS in Athletic Training? It could happen.

I also wish I had more credits so I could sign up for classes sooner and get in to classes where I can run and do something exciting. Rather than sitting in a classroom

Give me your thoughts on this idea? Thanks

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Say what? BYU in the fall guys. See you all in Provo. Very soon.

I will never recommend a long distance relationship to anyone. Even if it's only 4 hours away. I'm so glad mine is on it's home stretch. 2 months.

Welcome Sabbath Morning

Bishop's interview at 7:30 a.m. on Sunday morning. It's a good thing that transferring is going to be more than worth it, otherwise I would find it hard to get up that early....

Oh how I wish I was spending this weekend in Utah.

The Mid-Week Weekend

I skipped school this week. No, not all week, but Monday, almost immediately after English, I headed for Utah, only to return resentfully this evening.

Now, why would I be so irresponsible and leave the state in the middle of the semester?

Augustana, a discussion with the parents, a separation anxiety problem from Will, and Augustana.

Augustana was amazing. No, none of the band members are the same since November's falling out, but Dan still sings strong, and it couldn't have been more perfect. Will, I could tell he didn't like more than a few of the songs, but he's a good sport. Most of the time he chuckled at my insane singing skills. (His long arms were helpful to get some great shots and a couple videos. Maybe one day, when I'm tech savy I will put them up here, but I'm clueless as to how to put it from my phone to the blog.

The talk with the parents? Went more than well. This summer is going to be absolutely perfect. (and here I was thinking that nothing could top last summer)

Time with Will is never enough. To all of you that have a significant other within 10 miles of you at all times? Let's switch spots for a day. The drive from Rexburg to Provo isn't something that you can do every day. Or even every weekend.

As consequence for skipping class, my homework load is a little on the large side.

Awful Internet and the Rantings of a Friday

"Your internet should always be fast and reliable. But I will send a note to maintenance"

Why? Oh, maybe because we can't ever connect to the internet in our apartment after the hour of 4 p.m. System overload is our best guess. All we know that homework and hulu t.v. shows has become virtually impossible at night. Good thing we have movies and seasons of I Love Lucy to watch on our real life t.v.

Our quick fix remedy? Ethernet cables. Who would have thought right? Three cheers are in order for my dad and his possession and knowledge of such items.

Two classes on Friday is golden. I wake up, head to my 9 a.m. class, then head to he library, print off whatever I need to print, grab an amazing breakfast burrito (the burritos here are to die for everyone, I don't think you really understand. It's a 'you made it through the week without collapsing treat to myself') sit down on a lonely table by myself, plug in Fall Out Boy, Augustana, or whatever strikes my fancy that day, and dive into homework/internet surfing. (the internet speed on campus compared to the speed at my apartment makes me feel like I traveled to the future) I then waste about 2 1/2 hours of my day doing almost nothing before heading off to my last class.

Seems like a pretty safe and sound routine right? I thought so. Up until I somehow jammed the school printer without actually touching the massive machine. (they needed a new one anyways...) With that out of the way I went to the crossroads to get my breakfast and finish annotating a paper for English. As soon as I open my water to take a sip, I trip on absolutely nothing, totally soaking some poor man sitting innocently at his own table... I would have consoled him, helped him clean up, dry off, anything. But he ran away like a super hero with a call from the mayor... Awesome...

Not only that, but it's a curly hair day, seeing as I didn't fall asleep til 1 a.m. and had no desire to get up early to dry and straighten this mess.

Good thing the boy tells me he like my curly hair.

Being a people watcher shouldn't be as much fun as it really is. I'm reaching creeper status rather quickly.

The boy always tells me how much all of the teachers love him. He's the kid in the front row with all the answers and the occasional smart alek comments. I hate kids like him in my classes. I sit in the back, answer when called upon, and have a strong desire to debate anything that anyone says that I don't completely agree with. And my smart alek comments come out of my mouth like they are on a conveyor belt... haha. that's probably why all the teachers don't like me too much and sent me into the halls in high school

Well. I hope you all have a great weekend.

(my apologies for the sadistic tone throughout this entire post.)

The College Library Chronicles:2

Guess who showed up again today? Yep. The guy from last time... Golden.

"Hey! I knew I'd see you around! Are you doing anything this weekend?" "Yeah, I have a lot of homework to do and to get ahead on cause I'm going to Utah on Tuesday and Wednesday." "Oh cool! What are you going to Utah in the middle of the week for?" "My boyfriend is taking me to a concert of my favorite band." "Oh. Boyfriend. Awesome..." *Awkwardly turns head to the side* "Well... I guess I'll see you around sometime." "Yeah, see you later"

Talk about awkward right? Poor kid.

I've grown accustom to eavesdropping on the student employees sitting at the front desk, very near my study area. What are they talking about today? How they are so glad the international students get on campus jobs. Gives them an advantage against all the other girls when it comes to dating the black men.

Good luck ladies.

That's all.