Friday, October 21, 2011

the start of fall break

It's 3:20 in the morning. You may wonder why I'm awake. I think its partially because I know I get to sleep in tomorrow but mostly its because I'm home alone. My four roommates traveled to their homes for this lovely fall break and I chose to stay home by myself. Something about "me time" sounded so wonderful. Who knew it would be so......creepy.
My lonely dorm has never been so quiet. Ever.
Its kinda freaking me out. What I wouldn't give for a door with a lock.
Any loud noise makes me jump. I even scared myself when I flushed the toilet. No judgement.

Is everyone gone for the break? I feel like I'm the only one in the entire building. I'll probably end up staying awake until I pass out from pure exhaustion. Fun.

You know how when you're by yourself, your imagination turns every background noise is turned into some horrible day-mare ending up with you getting killed. I just had another one.

I don't think I should be allowed to blog past a certain time. I'm not even sure this makes sense.

I just heard another noise.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Did I mention the weather was bipolar?

It's sunny and there's not a cloud in the sky. Of course.
Why can't it be like this every day?

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

True Aggie

At USU we have this cool tradition called "True Aggie Night." It's a night where people go and kiss on a four dimensional "A." But there are rules. It has to be a full moon or Homecoming. Also, I think that if its a full moon then you have to kiss someone who is already a True Aggie to become one yourself.

Tonight is such a night. In attendance will be couples, friends, and hormone ridden college students. They are going to freeze their butts off.

And where am I? In the comfort of my dorm, of course. Not because I can't go but because I have no desire to sit in the cold and kiss a random stranger, or worse, a friend. That just complicates things.

For the people who kiss strangers: where is the fun in that? Honestly, its awkward enough to kiss people you like. Word of advice, take gum. And chapstick. True Aggie chapstick even! I do believe that this lip balm is one of the most heavenly item to ever grace my lips. It moisturizes and tastes delicious. Minty fresh. As you can see, I have more than my fair share of this chapstick. No Judgement. I just like it.

*Note for girls: if you choose to carry such chapstick, don't apply it in the presence of a male on specific outings. They get the wrong idea. Especially on True Aggie nights. Not to mention its awkward and leads the conversation to somewhere you may not like. This only applies if you don't like the said male. If you do, ignore this.*

To be honest, I know I have expressed my distaste about this event but someday I will be one. I just don't want it to be a meaningless event that holds no real emotional value. I want my True Aggie to be with someone I really care about.

For all of you who have raised your eyebrows when I tell you that I am not a True Aggie yet, can you blame me for wanting it to be special?

bipolar weather...

Logan's weather is bipolar. I'm actually rather depressed about it. All of last week it was cold and rainy and snow began to dust the mountains. I felt gypped, somehow the weather had skipped fall!

Then, graciously, fall returned. Complete with light breezes and the crunching of leaves under my feet. Scarves and boots emerged as we debundled from the previous, more bone chilling, week.

And now Mother Nature has decided we didn't get wet enough last week. I awoke today to gloomy skies and a drizzle of rain. A befitting start that matched my mood as I trudged to MIS for a midterm.

Luckily, Institute brought a sliver of light to this depressing day. Not only is Brother Bateman hilarious, but a friend of mine, Curtis Harris, got engaged this weekend! Of course, we made him tell the story. It turns out that he and Lenae (?) went to elementary school together and he has liked her since second grade. He said, "The first time I saw her is still seared upon my memory."

Over the years they lost contact. They both served missions: he went to Mozambique, she went to Guam. When they returned, they started dating. That was in Spring. This weekend he took her back to that elementary school. They played hopscotch and swung on the swings and then he got down on one knee and proposed.

Romantic? Yes. Nothing like a good love story to thaw out an icy day.

Currently, I'm being bored to death in Honors Economics. Can you blame me for blogging?

The day is still young; we'll just have to see how the rest turns out.

Monday, October 10, 2011

The Beginning

Once upon a time, a very long time ago, i started this blog. For an English class. Typical. And then I thought,
"I should actually start blogging!"
That was in March. So as you can see I have failed just a bit.

But college has brought new perspectives. Lots of them. And somehow I feel obligated to jump on this bandwagon called blogging and write about everything and anything. I don't expect it to be highly significant, neither should you. Just the ramblings of an eighteen year old college student who has an insanely busy life and still finds time to procrastinate. Like right now. I can already tell that this blog will aide my procrastination skill greatly. Along with the other two I created today.

Oh well, C'est La Vie. That is the name of the blog after all.

P.S. When I got off the bus today, it smelled like fall. Delight.

P.S.S. Do you use P.S.'s in blogs?