There once was a Christy...

who needed something to do. 

Hello this is Christy, rocking the world of Snoresville! Thanks for joining me here! You too can be put to sleep with stuff that you learned in high school for a small fee of $793 for three and a half months of use. What a deal! Sign up now!

I cut my hair all gone on Tuesday. We had a four day weekend for Memorial Day, which rocked, so I decided to get it done. I ended up getting the haircut free because Anne let me use her nifty card that gets you free stuff. Unfortunately, I'm a sucker so I bought shampoo and conditioner. Now I have enough shampoo and conditioner to last me awhile because you don't need a whole lot when you don't have much hair. For those of you who know Becky Trimble it's essentially the same hair cut as the one she has in the picture of her and Gary on their living room wall. My hair has just enough curl to make it do stupid things so I still have to straighten. Now it's basically necessary because my hair looks very odd without it. 

I got a 94 on my swing test today. Yeah, I rock. No one really wanted to test with me which is not totally flattering. Actually, it's not flattering at all. I had to ask a guy who was already supposed to dance with someone else. She was going to dance with him, but not test with him because she was convinced he didn't lead well enough for her. He was just fine. gosh, girls are too silly. I can say that objectively because I am an alien from outer space (not Mexico) with no gender. Yes, it's true! If you try to run away from me in fear I will shoot you with my laser gun that I hide in my human looking foot. Yep, it's a suit and the feet have hinges so they can open. It's such a nice place to put my stuff. 

Yesterday, I lost a textbook that I needed to do my homework. I spent at least an hour looking for the thing. My room was clean for clean check but I had to tear it apart so I could find this thing. I tried to think of where I saw it last, but I was suddenly imagining it everywhere. hmmm I think I remember seeing it in my food cupboard, or my bathroom drawer... I don't think I have ever put it in my bathroom drawer, but I did put something weird in there one day. I can't remember. I tore my room apart and was beginning to freak out when I decided to pray. I had done everything I could. After, when I was really freaking out because it was about midnight and I still had this homework to do, Le and Khanh helped me. Well, Le helped; Khanh followed us around because she was eating her dinner. She was trying to think of places to look that I hadn't already. Le climbed up on my bed to look at the shelf with all my books on it and looked down at my bed. There it was, sitting there mocking me for not being able to find it. I'm convinced it's a miracle because my bed was clean (mostly, there was a pile of skirts at the other end) before I started this adventure. The only way it could have gotten there was if I put it there when I picked up a pile of notebooks. It wasn't there I looked. I'm am so grateful for Le and her willingness to help me when no one else would and for my Heavenly Father for helping us find it. 

The park down the street and around the corner has a carousel and a two sets of slide play sets. One of those play sets on one end has a button that you can push and it become a water park! I think I will go this weekend. It's so much fun.  

Tonight I went to my FHE sisters' house and we sat around a fire, ate s'mores, roasted starbursts (which is suprisingly delicious), watched High School Musical and made fun of High School Musical. It was great fun. There was only one guy and get brought pot stickers. I ate one, amazing I know, and suddenly had a desire eat top ramen fried in dough or something. That's kinda what it tasted like. When I got home about 5 hours later, Anne and I made some top ramen and bisuit dough. It was so good! But filled me up like no other though.
I'm coming down with an exciting disease. It's the "don't sleep more than 8 hours" disease. It bites. Ruined my weekend.
Tomorrow I'm cutting my hair. oh, yeah! I'm so excited. My hair has been falling out a lot lately and it will be nice to have it short and not have to deal with it in the shower and stuff. Nothing ruins a nice shower like running your hands through your hair and pulling out bunches.

Broked

I think I'm broken. There's something wrong with me. Even the strange guy in my dance class has a girlfriend. A normal girlfriend to. Ok, so I've only talked to her for like 3 minutes, but he is so very odd. There's no way to describe him, except for odd. You'd just have to meet him. How come he has a girl friend and I don't even have any guy friends up here? Beh. 

I wonder...

Does BYU-Idaho want to make me upset? I have finally decided this school is not being taken over by Satan to make my life miserable.  It took me a couple of hours but I did it. When I applied to BYU-Idaho I understood that I would not get class credit for my AP classes.  The online catalogue said so. I registered for my classes. That first semester I signed up for my classes. In the middle of the semester I looked online and it suddenly said I had credit for my English class. I was a little irritated but it was too late to drop so I just stuck with it. I made sure to look at everything before I registered for this semester. Well, I got online yesterday to look at changing to a nursing major. And suddenly I had been waived for two classes that I am currently taking and another one from last semester. That's like 12 wasted credits! Almost an entire semester! I'm really frustrated. I tried to drop one of my classes this semester and add a second block class but the one I need as a prerequisite for a nursing major is offered second block but not at any time I could actually go. I was unhappy at them. And still am. But next semester I'm going to take both halves of Anat and Physio and millions of religion classes. oh and a Chemistry if I had to. I might be able to waive that if my high school chemistry grade is good enough. I can't remember.  Then next spring I can start the nursing program. I have to submit an application by November 1st and there's a test that goes along with it. I'll have to take it this semester. sigh. If only this school decided to make my life easier. 

That's the tragedy of my life right now.

The Japanese panano man

Last semester sometime I went to a concert. On the back of the program was a couple of announcements for the concerts and stuff next semester. One of them was this guy. I bought my ticket almost as soon as I came home from break and last night was finally the concert. Oh my gosh! He was so good. It really makes me wish I actually practiced and worked on my piano playing. I got my program signed by him and it's going to make me a cool scrapbook page.  He is eight years older than me but he looks like he's the same age. We laughed about that. Le, one of  roommates, tried to get me to go ask him is he was single or not. I didn't. That would have been too embarrassing. Anyway, the concert was much fun. 

In other news  I think my left foot really hates me. I have two blisters one which magically got infected and the other that sits right where most of my shoes hit. So yeah, painful. I'm really fond of the pair or shoes that have me the first blister. I wore them on Tuesday and went to my social dance class in them. They have a cloth sole so spinning was really fun.  There's this guy in my social dance class that kind of freaks me out. Way too close for comfort and then I tripped over my feet. I don't really like people that close to me. Ok, that's a lie, I don't like people I don't know that close to me. I'm just fine with friends. Otherwise it's weird.

Why do all the girl spies in movies have really special clothes? I mean wearing a super tight polyester suit cannot be comfortable or realistic. Especially when those tight suits also have extreme amounts of cleavage and if  possible much midriff showing. And of course they can't go anywhere without stiletto boots. How on earth is anyone supposed to be able to kick bad guy's butts dressed like that? Even the modern ones look like they just walked out of the 60s!!! 

That's really disjointed. Can you tell I'm doing this while also watching a movie?

 

The beginning

I've been meaning to set this up for a while, but I had to come up with something creative for the title. I couldn't bring myself to do something lame. It would be sad to have something dumb sounding linked to my name. I was sitting in the hall of the Benson building next to the bathrooms surfing the 'net (because thank goodness it finally works on my computer!) When it came to me. It was so brilliant I made it right away.  In case no one recognizes it, it's a quote from Edna Mode in The Incredibles. I get great joy out of quoting Disney movies. It's so much fun. 

I am awful at writing in my journal so I'm going to do this and hope that I'll still be ok when I get to heaven. I spend enough time on the internet, most of it sitting on facebook waiting for someone to do something exciting so I can pounce on it like Simba on Zazu. Now I can do something vaguely useful while I impatiently wait for someone to do something on facebook. So exciting. 

My classes and I are not getting along well. There's this one that is sooooooo boring! Oh my goodness. It's a one credit class (even more one credity than my other one credit class) and boring as heck. I'm sure it will be useful eventually but sigh. It's the "you are a biology major what are you going to do with that?" class. There's like two people that are not biology majors. I have yet to figure out why they are in this class. I'm waiting for this weekly torture of mine to begin. But you can ditch and the teacher doesn't really care. He also can't tell. You just have to do the work which you really need to be in class for. I could ditch the next three weeks but then I would be lying. We are talking about health care stuff that you can do with a biology major so yeah, I need to be here. I can't wait to go home and eat!!! yum!

My other classes are pretty much good. I was shocked by the amount of really young teachers I have. Most of them are like 30.   It's so crazy. I was expecting ancient old men or at least 40-50 year old people. Not people with 8 year olds, especially when their oldest is 8. 

My computer is dying. It hates not being plugged in for more than like 10 minutes. So I need to get off and listen, or pretend to listen, to stuff about becoming a person in the medical field. Later!