The Best 19th Birthday I'll Ever Have!

Observation #16: I don't need my mom to have a successful birthday! Mazeltov to me!

So I'm turning 19. Now what? Well I'll tell you! This is what you do:

You hang on BYUI-center basketball hoops (Believe it or not I have a picture like it but my belly showage made it inappropriate)(I guess 19 is the year you gain the hops that black people have always had)

The next thing you do is fly a kite (preferably in Idaho since it provides the best kite-flying potential)

Then you find a carousel in a random park and beg Angela Graves to to pay for you to ride the pony

You then make your roommates dress up all hott so we can take pictures at Walmart like we are Asians or something (when really only a third of us are)

Lastly (((yes I am doing parentheses again(I'm 19 get over it))This one is crucial so take notes) you need to get in your footy pajamas and put 4 candles on a half eaten cake so you can blow them out RIGHT before 12:00 of the A.M.

P.S. No you are not crazy (well I don't actually know the kind of people my blog attracts so maybe you are, but I may be able to save you some money on a psychologist if you keep reading beyond these ridiculously long parentheses) that IS Angela Graves in the top picture. Unfortunately she didn't move to Rexburg, but she did visit me for a day, and made my 19th Birthday the BEST 19th Birthday I'll ever have!

I Understand

Observation #15: I have been so miss informed before I came to Rexburg.

This is everything I've learned up here at BYUI-do summed up with one brilliant YouTube video

Bow Down

Observation #14: I am Queen Procrastinator!

So I have attempted to create a post several times but my creative juices have been sucked dry by this Rexburg wasteland. But it warmed up to 60 today so my creative spirit has thawed a little. I have a long overdo room explanation. When I got my foot surgery and got super bored I got a little creative and I told you guys I would share some of that with ya. Typically, I got distracted so here it is now:

So the couch has been lonely in our basement since I could remember how much it clashed, so I took it to my room where it has made friends with my vintage suitcase ($25 from Decades) and old pillow.

Above it: I just found rope and hung some of my art work and other randoms from around the room on it with clothes pins.

This old trunk was the perfect find (Goodwill $15) for my much needed record player stand

I got this lamp on the same Goodwill trip ($10) but I still haven't found the right shade

Also if you can see, I mod podged news paper all over my night stand and bookshelf (not pictured here) and I am quite pleased

I made these from this tutorial and hung them from that same rope

P.S. The rumors are true. 

no not those rumors...

I mean I AM back at BYUI and loving it! Don't let this long-overdo post make you think I don't have a life. I always just get more done when I have more things to procrastinate. Its a very off-balance cycle, my life.

Don't even have the will to think of a good title

Observation #6: Finals week sucks spirit

My week has consisted of
-Failing Finals (not really, just feels like it)
-Getting a ticket
-Having all travel plans fall out completely
-Getting dumped

Yes this is the only reason why I am blogging; to complain. I feel like I am hooked to that machine in monsters inc. and my creativity has just been sucked dry. Please, pity me

I'm Dreaming of a Dry Christmas

Observation #5: The snow makes every situation worse

So my blogging has been slackin but there is reason for it. I was embarrassed. I did not get a date with cute art boy, but I did get a date with a different guy. And he's cuter.
Anyways, my hate for the snow has grown over time to become a loath that I cannot contain, so I blog about it. At first I greeted snow as a new friend but after a few butt-flattenings and frost-bitten feet, our relationship turned sour. The snow really proved itself on my drive down to Utah. I was already driving 4 hours on 4 hours of sleep, the snow just magnified the bad experience. Especially since that 4 hours of sleep was a rerun from the 2 nights previous. As I arrived in the momentary snow-free Utah yesterday, I embraced the break from the wet dandruff. But the snow knew I arrived and made a visit. As my family went out to enjoy this new visitor, I decided to show it who was boss. I wore jeans into the snow to prove that it could not change my lifestyle. As Jane Austen wisely wrote in Pride and Prejudice, "Angry people are not always wise." My ride home with numb legs humbled me a little.

I DO Try Mom...

Observation #4: Harry Potter helps every situation

So it has been almost a month and a half into the Idaho dating world, and still I have no date.
I guess they all got the memo about me being a dork. Or maybe they all just read my blog.
Well whatever the reason may be, I still have no dates to record, but I do have a potential date.
You know your life is pathetic when you blog about potential dates...

Anyways, here's the story:
In my art class this cute boy sat next to me, we talked, he was funny, and he laughed at my jokes! Then, right before class starts, he excuses himself. For the rest of class I awaited his return but was disappointed when all I had of him was his spiral notebook and his pencil. Yes, he just left them sitting open next to me. So I did what anyone would do. I wrote "Captured by Voldemort?" on the blank page. I didn't see him the rest of class but I hoped he wouldn't leave his stuff there so he could see my clever note.
The next week at class I see him, and I know he sees me since I sat 2 rows in front of him. He didn't talk to me...
The week after that he comes and sits next to me. I pretend like I don't see him in case he dubbed me as "the weird harry potter chick," but to my surprise, he starts talking to me. "Are you the one who wrote 'this' in my binder?" He was smiling, and not like a "shes so weird I'm trying to hold back a laugh" smile.
There's no date yet but next week I plan on using my feminine wiles.
Stay tuned and you might actually get a good story.

Refreshmaned

Observation # 3: College is great.

Really.
Here is a picture that portrays my feelings on the subject:

Yes that is the lovely Leslie Ward in the back representing her well-decorated half of the room. There is a reason I am facing the way I am for if my mom saw my half she might... send a very threatening letter. Wow I just realized that my mom couldn't do anything about it unless this was Hogwarts and that letter was a howler, but if that was the case there would be no complaints. Anyways, where was I? Oh, Leslie and her great decorating skills. We have both tried our hardest to make our 10x10, damp, cinder block cell as homey as possible. But really, are we in college or prison? Shouldn't the want to further improve ourselves be celebrated? Maybe this is just the Rexburg way. I mean nothing else out here is normal so why should our living situation be? Bless them Idahoans. Wow I didn't get a threatening, red, squiggly line under that one. Who knew "Idahoans" was a word. You learn something knew everyday in the college world. Speaking of learning, back to homework...


Sincerely,
Ms. Stoker
(Yes I have reinvented myself to be more sophisticated now that I am a college student. Or people just call me that because they aren't sure what my real name is since Leslie just introduces me as Miss. As you can tell my popularity hasn't increased much in college.)