The Indicators that my Childhood has come to an End.

o hey...

So I am beginning to realize that my adolescent years are coming to an end. I no longer have an excuse to be emotionally crazy sometimes. My angst level will also have to decrease. blast! I will no longer be able to convince my mom to buy everything for me... dude. this time is just so bittersweet. Anyways, I am going to list the reasons/events that mark The END of my innocent years.

1. Smallville is officially over. I watched the series finale a couple weeks ago. (Spoiler alert) Clark Kent FINALLY learns to fly, after ten long years. it was fantastic!

2. The Harry Potter franchise is coming to an end in July. The movies/books are finally over... farewell! all of those midnight shows with mountain dew and pixie sticks are almost over. I remember when I saw the first harry potter book and was hesitant to read it because it looked a little silly.

3. Osama Bin Laden is dead. He has been the nation's number one enemy since I was in fifth grade. We have hunted him for ten years. He is gone. (so who is our number one enemy now?)

4. A couple of my friends are engaged! what? I will soon be attending some bachelorette parties. I have definitely moved on into a new life phase. (although I admit that I am still in denial about my friends actually getting married... It probably won't hit me until I see them in wedding dresses.)

5. I thought that I should add this one, because it is common sense... My childhood is over because I have been in college for two years now, and I am getting my bachelors degree in six months. hmmmmmm ya....

Year 2 is down. One semester to go.

It is truly a glorious day. I am done with school, and I am concluding my first weekend at home in Salt Lake. I had six finals! SIX. ah. Okay so it wasn't that bad. I don't know about other people, but finals week kind of demotivates me. (is that a word?) I work super hard all semester, and then finals week arrives and BAM! I really don't care... This is definitely not a good mind set... ugh A truly marvalous part of being a PE major is that I do not have to write papers. yes! just tests. I am pretty sure I passed all of them. I can't wait to get my grades back.

So I had to clean my apartment before I could move out. When we moved into this apartment... it was DISGUSTING. There was stuff smeared all over the walls and everything. gross. Needless to say, the apartment had to be cleaned before I could even think of relaxing in that place. We got the cleaning list, and we kind of split the jobs. My roommate was staying three days longer, so I was in charge of doing all of the less obvious jobs that would stay clean until saturday. I ended up with cleaning under the stove, fridge, washer, and dryer. ew. That was soooo gross. I don't understand, we hardly ever used the stove. So after doing all of the crazy cleaning jobs I had one thing to do. I had to fill in all of the nail and tac holes in the walls... I don't have putty for that. And then my parents suggested a genius idea. I could touch up the walls with toothpastes. yes! It took me an hour and a half to fix the walls of my room and the kitchen. holy cow. The walls of my previous apartment may or may not smell minty fresh for the next occupant. Because there were ALOT of touch ups. I also somehow managed to fit all of my stuff into my little car. phew. that was quite the adventure. So you know the rest. I have come home and now I have to unpack. I also have to totally clean out my room here. Cats, dog, and plants for the garden have taken over my room. (what? ew) This week is just testing, packing, cleaning, unpacking, cleaning again, laundry. And that is the story of my life. (very exhilarating, i know)

Fellow Students and I learned a Valuable New Skill

It is so close to the end of the semester! I can't even wait. Although there is a downside. (other than finals.) My fellow classmates are starting to get on my nerves. I know that my complaining classifies me as an annoying person/student, but o well. I have to let out my frustration here, or else I will blow up in class and everyone will find out how truly crazy I am. There are a few people who are complete arrogant know it alls. (I admit I am definitely capable of being a know-it-all. Just ask my family) Anyways! We are talking about whether people with fake prosthetics legs can sprint faster than a person with normal legs. Because a man with no legs wanted to compete in the regular Olympics. We were giving our opinions, and I said that we need to do more research to see if the man with prosthetic legs actually has an advantage. Then... this guy tells me to my face that I am wrong and that normal people and disabled people should not compete against each other. I tell him that I disagree, and then he goes off like he knows exactly what he is talking about. Well sorry! dude. Last time I checked, we are all sitting in a undergraduate PE class in southern utah... I am pretty sure that there are no experts on lower leg prosthetics in class. So stop acting like you have a PhD. Bah! oookay I feel much better. I am sure that you love to listen to me vent. ... or not So I am now going to some crazy classes at Gold's Gym. haha! I am going to Power Pump and Cardio Blast class. haha! awesome. The instructors always have huge muscles and are in good shape. I am the one in the back who is trying to keep up. And I am the girl with no muscles and I have the legs of hackin giraffe... (girls in high school always said I had flamingo legs.... what does that even mean?!!) bah. Anyways, the cardio class was so hackin hard! holy crap. It has been a long time since I have wanted to keel over and die because of a workout. I also did a lap of lunges around the track and 300 calf raises last Saturday. Needless to say, I spent most of this week limping around. Ouch... curse you Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness. You are the bane of my existence. I try to convince myself that soreness is good, but I still whine when I have to stand up and walk to my next class. The front door of my apartment broke. The key would not unlock the door. ughhhh. So we decided to not lock the door, until it was fixed. But! She locked it anyways one night... So.... I learned a new and valuable skill. I can now break in to my apartment using my golds gym pass. (who knew that a golds gym pass could have so many uses) So I have been breaking into my apartment daily because the door is locked. I would not be surprised if someone thinks I am a thief. Would the cops believe me if I told them this was my apartment? haha! I can now break into my apartment faster than unlocking the door. Who knew a golds gym card could open my door easier than a key? It has been fixed, but I am a little worried about other people breaking in. (If I can figure it out, then that means that ANYONE can) Ah! Someone is going to break in and kill me in the middle of the night... So, I shall conclude on that cheery note....

What a Crazy Week!

O ya. I totally killed the biomechanics test! yes! awesome. Anyways, I had a strange week... I had three tests and a final presentation on obesity. phew it is over. They all went pretty well I think. I was also in charge of an intramural pickleball tournament. It was a success, and it was quite hilarious. I was in a group of five and somehow I became the leader... (Even though I have no idea how brackets and tournaments work and I don't know anything about pickleball.) It was totally random. I have played pickleball a few times in my life, and I didn't even know what it was until I came to Cedar city. I don't know the rules, yet somehow everyone else in the group was reporting to me... ah. I am not into the March madness thing. I have no clue how to work a tournament and organize the brackets and seed the teams... wha!? I think this has proven my skill of delegating all of the work to others, while leaving all of the easy stuff to me. hmmmm. is that sneaky? It is okay though. I paid for it later. So, most of the group helped out, except two girls. They didn't do much, and on the second day they played in the tournament instead of organizing it. psh.. I somehow ended up by myself at the table trying to figure out the brackets that another kid organized. haha! Needless to say, I was totally brain dead by the end of the night. And! most of the pickleball players think I am a brainless blonde. Do you know how many blonde jokes I get? It is ridiculous! At least one per week. what the heck? Okay so I might be a little on edge sometimes, but that doesn't make me dumb. The jokers think that they are so funny. Guess what people! That was so ten years ago. Maybe it is a southern utah thing, Cedar city is a little behind on everything. Well this is short and sweet. and i would like to conclude that two of my friends were engaged this week. ah crazy. (congrats Dani and Shelly) The first of my friends to be engaged. and so it begins...

Spring Break!

It has been an interesting Spring Break... yep. Nothing really cool happened, but I somehow managed to read like eight books in five days. wow! I also managed to get NONE of my homework done... (not very impressive) I kind of have a twenty five minute presentation on Wednesday that I haven't even started to look through the material. ah!

I am trying to get an internship at TOSH. I got all of my immunizations and stuff done this week. ouch. Pertussis shot, blood drawn, and Tuberculosis test. I think that I have had my fill of needles for the next year at least. Also the red cross is stalking me, so they can steal more of my blood... hmmmm.

Okay last thing. I had an entire week to just sit around... Most of my friends still had school so..... what is there to do? nothing. And somehow everything goes wrong the day before I have to leave for Cedar City. My car didn't pass hackin inspection! The brake lights turn on when I turn on my headlights. Ya, that might be confusing for all of the other drivers out there. sorry! It also cost over 200 dollars to fix! unbelievable. I plan on making Artem become a mechanic so I never have to pay for labor again! Shawn, Devin, and Dad are going to be my home maintainence crew. Chelsea is going to be my designer/style expert/decorator(wow chels has quite the list of jobs. haha!) . Artem is the mechanic. My mom has to help me with everything else (including making me actually call people on the phone... is it weird that I HATE talking to people over the phone? I prefer email, text, or face to face. My mom literally has to dial the number and hand me the phone. ugh) Phones are just so awkward... okay anyways. I need to go do my taxes (When I say I... I actually mean my dad is going to do my taxes) Add doing taxes to my dad's job list. Lauren is the photographer. hmmm I am not sure about Aubrey... What else is necessary? And I can make some amazing kick butt exercise programs and help anyone with injuries or rehab after surgery. yes! My family rocks!! Wow this is quite the random paragraph. o well.

My biomechanics professor is very... passionate. He reminds us daily that we aren't good enough college students, and that he is teaching us concepts that we should already know... what? I didn't take biomechanics in high school! bleh. well, I was working on the homework, and the last question was a trick question... The professor's rule is if we ever have any questions or need help we can ask anyone but him.... does that make sense to you? whatever I had another professor help me with the problem and we figured out an answer. We are allowed to work on it in groups, so before class I told about a third of the class how the other professor solved it... (it had to be the right answer right?... wrong!) We corrected it and there was one final step that we didn't do... I could just feel the hostility directed at me from about a third of the class. ugh. I am trying to keep my head down more. Because one point in that class is a big deal. bahhh. I pretty much raced out of that class as fast as I could. Also we got another question wrong becuase when he asked for the answer, none of us spoke up and told him. We paused/choked for a few seconds so he told us that we all got it wrong. Needless to say, I am a little afraid of him, (and about a third of the class).

Anyways... I have one more thing to vent about... I have turned in my graduation papers, but! I also needed to fill in a diploma form. I went to go turn it in and the lady said I needed to pay a fee. Wait wait wait one second. I have been paying this school thousands of dollars each semester, and I have spent two and a half years at their school. I only get one tangible thing in return for all of my hard work... I get a piece of paper. And they are going to make me pay fifteen bucks for a diploma?! are you hackin kidding me? bah!! ridiculous. they won't even pay for a diploma.

Trees, Internships, and Aliens?

It has truly been an uneventful month... wow. .... anyways, I spend every single week day in the PE Building. Many hours have been spent walking to the different classrooms in that building. My whole life is in this building. Then one day, something really strange happened. We had to leave the classroom when a girl started to have a seizure... (that isn't the strange part) and I was just standing in the hall when I saw it... A half dead tree in a pot right next to the classroom door... what? I thought, "I have never seen that hackin tree in my life" This was a good sized tree too... Like taller than me. If you walk to close you get a face full of leaves... How come I have never noticed it before? what the!? (I know it seems I have a lot of issues with trees on campus, after the couple sleeping in the pine tree incident) I walk past this tree at least four times a day! So then I broaden my vision, and find two more trees down the hall!! ah! I am going crazy. Naturally, this is when I ask every stranger around if these trees have always been in the building. They say yes, and their nonverbal communication says, "this girl is a crazy" yep,... and they are absolutely right. I spent the rest of the day puzzled by the "invisible" trees. Those trees still freak me out every time I pass them.
I am trying to get an internship at TOSH in Salt Lake City. They need me to prove that I am a student for liability reasons before they accept my application. (Like so the people won't sue me if they trip in front of me and break their leg.)... what has our culture come to? seriously. But then the school wants the internship to count for credit.... so guess what... I would have to pay tuition. So I would pay SUU.... to work for free... at TOSH. I am paying someone to work for someone else? does that make sense? blast! I need to go talk to them again.
Okay... who doesn't like aliens and slapstick comedy? I recently discovered that the old tv show 3rd Rock from the Sun is on netflix play instant. ahaahahhah! I LOVE it! I have watched five episodes in a row. wow. I am leading quite the exciting life as a single college student... watch out world here I come.