First Week=Done

Well, I survived the first week of classes.

It's great, because at the end of each and every day I feel like a zombie.  I come home and I lay down on the floor and pass out.  Then, I wake up and do my homework for hours, then I go to bed.

Also, my brain has exploded many times this last week.  I didn't know it was possible for one's brain to explode more than once, but it can and did.  I drew you a picture of my brain exploding, in case you wondered what it looked like.  I have a feeling that before this term is over my brain will have blown up a lot more times.

On a different note, my wrist was hurting a few nights ago, so I wrapped it in an ace bandage, because that always makes me feel better, then I went to bed.  I didn't really think about how I usually sleep on my hands and arms.  When I woke up, my hand was HUGE!  It was so swollen.  My fingers were sausages and when I closed my hand into a fist, you could barely see the knuckles.  It felt really weird. 
When I showed my sister, she laughed so hard that she cried.  My mom was more worried that I would lose my hand.  Luckily, it's back to normal now.  I guess I'd better be careful about sleeping on my hands.

Guess how long it took me to get to school today

It took 45 minutes!!!

First, let me say how amazing it is that I was able to bike to school in 45 minutes.  I am awesome.  I didn't even die.  Except I did sort of feel like throwing up when I finally got to campus.  But, I didn't.  You should be praising my awesomeness.

Second, what was I thinking?!!!?  My legs are so sore and my back aches and I brought my text books, which I never want to do again and did I mention my legs are sore. 

Third, what was I thinking!!??!!!?!  You might think I already said that, and you would be correct, but this time I am refering to my decision to take classes this summer.  I am going to try and take two classes this term, it is a month and a half long, I will have class every day, and homework FOREVER.  I also don't even want to tell you what classes I am taking because then you will think I am crazy, which I am, but I'm embarassed about it.  Ok, fine, I will tell you.  I am taking Chemistry and Calculus.  Except, I'm thinking that maybe I can wait to take Calculus in the Fall, but we'll see.  It is only the first day, and I haven't even been to Calculus yet (I just know it will be awful, probably).

Fourth (I bet you forgot I was counting, huh), what was I thinking?!!!???!??!  Again, you might be thinking I said this before, and again, you would be right, but this time it is because my first class is at 8 in the morning...  This makes me sad.  Mornings are pretty and all, but they are for sleeping.

Fifth, now I have homework.  Blech.

I went Camping

We didn't see any bears, which is fine.

My friend's son was really worried that we would be attacked and eaten by bears.  But, we weren't.

So Pretty.

It's always hard to sleep the first night that you go camping.  The ground is too hard, your face gets too cold, you keep sliding to the side of your tent, your pillow doesn't stay under your head (assuming you brought a pillow) and wild animals are circling the tent waiting for the perfect moment to strike.  I did eventually fall asleep and only woke up a few times to cover up my face because my nose was cold.  Camping is great.

While we were in the wilderness, we hiked up to Timpanogos Cave.  I don't know if you've been there, but it is spectacular.  The hike isn't bad and the formations in the cave are absolutely beautiful.  I was totally geeking out.

Isn't this Awesome!!!

After that we went and "swam" in a reservoir (to swim, verb: to dip ones toes in the water) .  It was so cold, I thought I was going to die.  I made a deal with an eight year old that if he got all the way in the water, I would too...

Like I said, it was freezing.  I didn't stay in very long, I could feel my bones starting to crack from the cold.  Not really, but I did have to remind myself to breathe.

Spectacular View.

Then we came home.
Camping is great. 
The End.

Potatoes

I went to my cousin's wedding this weekend.  It was a lovely wedding.  Short and sweet.  (Congrats to my cousin and his wife, I wish you all the best.)

So while we were waiting for the reception we thought we would take a look around the city. 

Blackfoot, Idaho has the most fantastic museum.  It is the Potato Museum.

We weren't able to go inside, it was closed, but we did take pictures outside...

...with the giant potato.
Do you see me in the picture?  I am dwarfed by a potato.  Who would have though that would be possible.

If you ever make it to Blackfoot, Idaho I recommend you make your way to the potato museum.  It will change your life... not really, but maybe.

I also hear there is a mental hospital that is really creepy and probably haunted, if you like that kind of thing.

Also, I love eating potatoes, just so you know.

Vacation is Over

My vacation is over now :(

It was fabulous, but I'm sad I had to leave.  I maybe cried a little.

Vacation Time

It's vacation time.

Good thing I have no job and no real adult responsibilities.

So far on this vacation I have seen a dead chicken being eaten by kittens (gross, I know, but it's not something you see every day.  Also, I'm pretty sure kittens aren't supposed to do that), petted a donkey, hit a bird while driving (that's never happened to me before, it was really quite a shock), seen a motorcycle gang, driven fourteen hours, had donuts for breakfast, read to my niece for at least an hour, yelled under the overpasses (or as we like to call them, micro tunnels), and just been having a ball.

But Mom, I promise, no fun, we never have fun without you.

Meet Brother

A few weeks ago my brother told me "I'm going to start asking people what belt they are in carfu."

My thought process went like this: What the heck does that mean?

Then I said, "Brother, what the heck does that mean?"

So he told me what it meant.  He would have told me even if I hadn't asked.  See that's what happens when you talk to my brother, you learn a lot of things without ever having to ask.  It's fantastic.

Did you know there is more than one type of zombie?  Some of them protect you, while taking out all the other zombies, so they can have your brains all to themselves.

I know who I'm going to call when the zombie apocalypse happens.

By the way, carfu is the martial art of hurting people with a car... or something like that.