The Tales of a Gimp

Observation #8: 2 feet are better than 1

I HAVE THE MAJOR BONES FOR CEDRIC DIGGERY!
So I never know how to start a blog post. I always start with "so..." or "the other day" or something rubbish and completely unattention-getting. My High School English teachers would be so disappointed. That is why I started with the first interesting and attention-getting statement that popped into my mind and put it in caps. Its how I got through all those High School essays.
Anyways, to my observation. Thursday I got foot surgery. Many have asked why and I have given them answers like "my foot is just messed up" or "I just really needed it" and hoped that that would be good enough. I was embarrassed by the real reason, but since I feel like I am so close to the few of you who care about the happenings in my life, I will tell you a secret... I have  bunions. No they are not a bread-like substance or a coil of hair at the back of your head. They are bones on this inside of your feet that stick out and make your toes grow the wrong way. You have probably seen them on your grandma. I have had them since the beginning of time and I used to think my feet were just prettier than everyone else's, like they had curves or something. But then the influence of the world got to me and I realized that my feet were messed up and then I realized that they are why I cannot wear heals for more than 5 minutes without wanting to murder someone. Anyways, my left foot is bunion free but my life is social-less since I cannot move. You all probably know that I am not usually Ms. Social Butterfly, but recently I have actually met people in Mesa who aren't Mesa People! (they include boys). Yes, there are boys in Mesa who actually want to hang out with me and don't think I am completely weird! So to fill up my time that was usually spent playing just dance, attempting football or the other random stuff we have been doing lately, I have picked up YouTubing and room-crafting. This is my all time favorite YouTube video that I have watched 20+ times since Thursday:

I have also discovered that chalk looks really cool on my walls and isn't permanent so I won't have a spaz attack when I don't like it in a week. 

This is just in my bedroom and bathroom but it could be cool if you got really creative with it.

Tune in next week to discover my odd findings at Goodwill and my basement and how I've used them to decorate my room.

Observation #7: Its a New Year!

As you can see, college has made me more observant. The year is actually 14 days and 13 hours old. By now everyone is sick of blog posts about their goals for the year and the inspiring year they had.Well, for the 3 people who read my blog, I will just lay out my goals real clear so you can move on with your important lives. I'll even center them and make them bold print so the people who just glance at my blog but don't really care to read this big paragraph will be amazed that I am actually planning ahead. Although I can't really count this as a great step towards being a planner since it is tradition. Its like me feeling generous for giving someone a present at Christmas. I really am just making my odds of people reading this worse the more I explain since I am merely making this paragragh longer and more intimidating. So I'll just get to it. Here they are. My wonderful 2011 goals. In all their glory:

1. Become a Planner

2. Become a more consistent blogger

(and less consistent blog-stalker)

3. Decide upon a major and stick with it

4. No Facebook for 3 months

5. Actually do my job instead of blogging

6. Work on my art

(the long stretches of borringness that

my job offers has provided me time for this)

Just See:

I have been practicing my valentines.

Yes I did use work recourses to scan this in while I was supposed to be scanning bank statements, that is why it looks so unproportional, or I'm just technologically retarded. Moral of the story is that this break from school has made me into a slacker and I am going to buckle down these next three months and kick my butt into shape. Yes kicking my own butt! Watch it happen live on this blog only!

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.)