House of the Rising Sun.

So the other day, my friend was looking for her glasses and so I searched everywhere in my apt and car for them and they were nowhere to be found. Then she called Fatty in hopes that they would be at his house. As usual, he didn't answer and this made me feel slightly better that he didn't respond to anyone and he didn't just hate me. Then a few minutes later, he texted her back. Are you fricking joshing me? I don't curse very often but this was a very "WHAT THE HELL?" moment in my day. So he must officially hate me. I've decided to seek my revenge by delivering him a power kick to his baby maker. No boy is allowed to not return the phone calls of Miss Angela Lynnette Auten...it's against the rules. I was so angered by this, I couldn't sleep and so at 5:40 in the AM I began to stretch. At 5:50 AM, I went running and did my usual run of 2 miles and then kept running and running and running. I probably would have ran all day but I'm pretty sure I would have come back an icicle. I was freezing and wasn't warm for quite so time but it felt dang good. I beat the sun in rising this morning. Accomplished? I think so.

What The Headache?

I currently feel like screaming at the top of my lungs my head hurts that bad. Too bad if I truly did that, my headache would only increase...gay. This week has been cray (yes, I meant to say cray not crazy) and this weekend hasn't been much better. I'm pretty sure my weekend was more stressful than the entire week (This may or may not have been because I procrastinated all my exams until friday and saturday...oops!) but I got through it none the less. I spent a lovely evening out with Musu and Arti (an Indian friend of his) at Olive Garden. The rest of the weekend was spent in bed (like not even kidding you people) and it was ok. A wonderful thing is I don't have any classes tomorrow...holla! The bestest part of my weekend though was when I logged onto facebook for the __th time and saw my notifications. One of my EFY boys from the "dirty south" had written on my wall. I was so excited since I love this boy so much and was like "oh EFY!" I read it and he said that he got his mission call is is going to be serving up in SLC speaking espanol, my fav language! I seriously balled my eyes out with joy as I wrote him back! Things like that just brighten my day and it was just the best thing ever! Thank goodness for the gospel and those willing to sacrifice time away from their lives to serve the Lord in spreading his word on the earth! 

El Fin De Semana.

So this week has been less crazy than last week but still just OOC. I secretly wanted Fatty to call me back but he never did (can you say D-BAG?) and so I was mildly annoyed about that. Then everything has just sucked this week for the most part. On Tuesday evening, I had a magical evening with the Roy Choudhuri's, Musu and Vish as we went out to dinner at IHOP. I was all upset about the whole Fatty situation but Kamil knew how to cheer me up perfectly...by making me laugh so hard I want to pee my pants. I thought IHOP was going to kick us out since we were all dying of laughter and I thought my sides were going to split open I was laughing so hard. The next morning, I woke up at 4:55 am to drive Vish to the airport since he was going back to India for a vacation. The rest of the week was blah but I went to Target today about bought The Dark Knight. I loved this movie and theatres and told myself that when it came out on DVD I would buy it but never did. Now I have something to do tomorrow night after my exam (I have 2 exams this weekend! What were my teachers thinking?) At least the weekend should be pretty good mind you it doesn't snow. On Friday, I have a ward thanksgiving dinner and I'm way excited for that. On Saturday, I'm supposed to go over to Fatty's house but I might get "deathly ill" between now and then depending on my mood that day. I'm not sure if I would get angry upset or sad upset. I guess we'll find out when I finally see him! 

Dear Headphone Companies

Please start including 1-year warranties (warranty is the weirdest word ever. it doesn't look like spelled correctly ever) when your faithful consumers buy headphones so they don't have to go through 5 pairs in 2 years akay? Love, your biggest customer.

PS-Driving to the SLC airport at 5 in the am is NEVER fun. I'm not too excited world.

Groove, Slam, Work It Back.

I may or may not be mildly obsessed with that song and a few others but what can I say: i LOVE musica. This weekend was so boring I almost killed myself...not really but nothing too exciting happened until Sunday (except I reconnected with Barnes & Noble since we've been taking time apart for no reason...yes, I have love affairs with bookstores since I can't get a real man but who cares right?) Today, I woke up and went to church and talked to my ex crush (I have a new crush every 3 days it seems like. By the time I graduate from BYU, I will have crushed on about 30 percent of the male population) and then Abby spotlighted me in RS and I got a free rice crispy treat...score right? Then I came home and planned on going to visit my dear friend Seany and baking cookies. I started to get everything out to make oatmeal cookies but guess who didn't have oats? (If you guessed me, add one point to your score). "NBD-no big deal" I thought as I decided to make brownies instead. Then I went to the fridge, reached down and guessed whose egg carton was missing? (If you guessed me again, you get another point...I suck at this game obv) Where the H did my eggs go? I had eggs last night when I went to bed so why are they gone now...stealy roommate? I went to her room and asked her if she knew where my eggs had gone. She CLAIMED she thought they were her eggs. "BS" I thought since my carton had my freaking name on them in pink highlighter and was in the trash hidden under everything (Gee...I wonder why) Then I decided to nap out my feeling after I made a delish lunch of spaghetti. I napped until I heard a knock on my door which was my roommate bringing me eggs. I then baked baby brownies and told my friend Seany I was coming over. Since parking at my friend's is cray cray, I decided to park at Fatty's so I called him to see if this would be ok. As expected, he didn't pick up. I was on my way over but then realized I had NEVER gone to Fatty's house by myself and didn't want to go inside without telling them first. I called again and he again didn't answer (He claims he's bad with phones yet every time I go over to his house, he's on his phone...hypocrite) So I called my friend and he said parking on the street would be fine since they don't start towing until 10 and it was only 8...phew! I was so grateful I 't have to go face Fatty alone since I hadn't seen him since he decided to be an immature brat that ignore people. Then I spent an enjoyable evening talking about life and watching the office (please watch the episode where michael falls in the koi pond and listen to stanley laugh about it. I have watched his laugh at least 10 times and I'm crying as I type just thinking about it) and reminiscing about the good old times like when we'd party all night and take pictures like the above at 2 in the AM. Sean Summerhays will always be one of my many BYU lovers. 

PS-I got up major courage and deleted Fatty's number from my phone. I may or may not regret that very soon but for now it feels dang good. It's like the kind of freedom you feel when you're 5 and take a picture with underwear on your head...victory!