obsession

gchat is probably the number one reason for this semester's lack of productivity.

but it's so so fun.

paparazzi always crampin' my style.

i'm ambitious.

sometimes when recipes have disclaimers about how the frosting is temperamental and probably won't work, i think "oooh psshah it'll be fiiiiine!"

nope. wasn't. looked like runny chocolate pudding.

good thing i have a back-up recipe that never fails. kind of.

happy birthday tomorrow, irene.

this semester is going to be hard. i'm trying to have a good attitude about going to class every day. it's not working out super well so far. mostly i end up drawing "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH" over and over in my notes, or stick figures with word bubbles saying, "i'm bored." (or in the case of Spanish 105, "me aburro")

i think if i could gchat with people while looking up recipes online all day, i would be really happy.

the primary lessons on reverence were lost on me.

this is exhibit 2,130 of why if you actually want to pay attention during church, the best decision would be to not sit by me. to be fair (to myself), some of this actually tied into the lesson. the topic was sacrifice, hence the lamb...jumping to its death at the hands of a priest that is specifically not Jesus, because he is far too scary looking to be Him, and also, i'm pretty sure that that would biblically not make sense. and then, there was a part of the lesson where a story was told about a 6 year old who worked in a coal mine (bottom right). and then there was some mention of the 4 corners (top left). and then the rest i really have no excuse other than undiagnosed ADD.

slightly above average strangeness

so i went to church in salt lake city with my friend irene today. she had a meeting afterwards, so i sat in the lobby to wait for her, minding my own business and reading a book about sex chromosomes. after about a half hour, a guy walks up to me and says:

"ok, i just have to ask you something."
me: "shoot."
guy: "how tall are you?"
me: "...i'm 5'7"."
guy: "oook. i was sitting over there thinking, 'how tall is that girl?' and i just had to come over and find out."
me: "yup. just your average 5'7"...were you thinking taller or shorter?"
guy: "taller. and i would say 5'7" is slightly above average."
me: "yeah..."
guy: "i hope you have a great sunday."
me: "you too."

and then he walked away.

y? because i gotta.

sometimes i go "latin" dancing.
which really just means latino people danced latin-ly, and i danced white-ly.