Happy

I got to play with a dog today! Okay, it was in a cage, but I got to pet it.

Twice.

Happy.

Ear Buds

I just need to complain. I have the absolute WORST luck with ear buds, earphones, technology in general. But ear buds especially have not been good to me. I suppose it could be that I am not good to them, but, for the sake of my complaining, I am going to say that I am 100% not in the wrong. That's how I like to look at things. I know it isn't true. But it is kind of nice to think sometimes.

Anyway.

Ear buds.

I have gone through five or six pairs in the last one to two years. Personally, I think that is a lot of pairs since most people I know get one pair, and it lasts them for forever and a half. Meanwhile, here I am, Destructo-Girl, on my umpteenth pair of ear-buddies. I have been shocked by 3 pairs, in my ears, on multiple occasions, all of which I was completely dry. Being shocked in the ear is not fun. You'd think it would be a party in your ear, but you would be thinking wrong. Wrong wrong wrong.
The coating stuff almost always comes off and then wires are exposed. That just makes me nervous because then I have more of a chance of getting shocked. I have enough electricity in my body, I don't need more right now. Thanks.
Sometimes my ear buds just plain fall apart. Mind you, in an effort to NOT have to buy more and more ear buds, I buy the kind that are suppppppposed to last a long time. Bah. It's futile.
Quite frequently one ear just stops working. Most often it's the left ear, sadly. I like to listen to music in my left ear so then I can hear what's going on around me in my right ear, that or talk on the phone. The music in my head is like a buffer for awkward phone moments that seem to follow me like the plague. Tangent.
I suppose that ear buds aren't really meant to be slept in. It's just that it makes me drift off to sleep so nicely and I have some pretty crazy dreams. But. I guess I'll just have to listen to that insanely loud ticking coming from the clock in my bedroom. That and I'll have to suck it up and buy another set of ear buds because my current ones have decided to work a fraction of the time, and that is only if I hold really still. I am not a statue. I wiggle. I will have to try not to sleep in the next set.

Eyebrows

I took a break from homework today and hid in my room, actually to do other homework, but whatever. Anyway, my roommate was asleep and the lights were off. I got distracted and started taking pictures of myself... And I'm okay with that. Also, I've decided that my eyebrows are very photogenic.

Here is a taste of my late afternoon experience. It probably would have been good had I done my homework instead, but this was much more fun. As usual.

That being said, I found a page full of EYEBROW templates! Who knew that would be out there?

Mismatched.

I always thought, or maybe never gave it a thought, that there would be a day that I would be able to really successfully dress myself. Apparently I haven't reached that age just yet. For the past... 3ish years I have worn socks as little as possible. I'm not sure why I suddenly didn't like wearing socks. It might have something to do with the shoes I wear. Probably. Anyway, the past few months I have worn socks off and on, mostly because it's cold, and blah blah. But, my socks rarely ever match. And not in a cute, aww, how mismatched, way. It's more like, can't you see that those two socks are just completely incompatible. Yes, they both go on your feet, but one is a little footie type thing and the other one, well, it's a knee sock. How embarrassing. But. My "sock and things" drawer never seems to have a real PAIR of socks in it. Ever. Okay, maybe twice in a while (that's a little more that once in a while). Maybe the trick is to fold my socks together before I put them in the drawer... Hmm, schmeh schmeh meh.

Praise the Mustache

I have a deep dark secret. Alright, it isn't really a secret. I have a thing for mustaches. I think that they exude manliness (please don't judge me for saying this). I just like the way those fuzzy buddies look on guys' faces. I just want to reach out and touch them. I don't really know why, I just do. Sometimes that strip of fur across the upper lip just adds... distinction. Maybe. I think so. I like it. It could be due to the fact that I go to BYU and that is the only facial hair action going on around here. Who knows. I don't really care. All I know is that I like mustaches. They make my heart feel all warm and fuzzy.

Side Note: The women's bathroom on the 5th floor of the campus library is creepy. And puke shades of yellow. It made me a little bit afraid for my life.

Math

The entirety of my problems with regards to mathematics has now become clear to me. I cannot successfully add, subtract, or multiply. Apparently I am okay when it comes to division.

But, after coming to this realization tonight, I feel that I must have completely stumbled my way through 2nd grade and the rest of my elementary, middle school, and high school math courses. Apparently I was luckier than I had realized. I refused to take math my senior year of high school. I am now extremely happy that I followed my gut, otherwise, I may not have made it into college, where I am having such a wonderful experience. With the gargantuan exception of anything involving mathematics.

Along with my descent into mathematical ineptitude, my spelling skills have begun to curdle, and not in the good way like I had intended said skills to mature and grow and flourish. Instead. I am taking German, and now I can't spell in English. Ah. Such is life.

I now feel like I should be back in Mrs. Becker's 2nd grade class, learning about electricity, how to multiply, and reading Catwings and The Trumpet of the Swan.

I had the cutest blue flowered stretchy pants then. A+.