Gym-Tastic...

I ate lots of treats today. And I ate lots of fatty food. See last post.

So I went to the gym for an hour and a half this evening.

I know, right?! I rock.

Thought for the night:

The Tarzan soundtrack is quite motivating. Don't believe me? Think of it this way. So you're sweating on the elliptical. You're grunting on the bicep curls. Phil Collins starts belting Son of Man and suddenly you pant out an epiphany!!

"Hold on now. I can DO this. When this song is playing in the movie, Tarzan surfs on tree trunks and swings from vine to vine with his toes! With. His. TOES. What's another five minutes? What's another ten crunches?"

Observation of the night:

Boys' shirts with the sleeves cut off so you can see their skin from their armpits to their waists are NOT attractive. 

I don't want to see male side cleavage. 

Much less your nipples. 

Thanks. 

When Did I Get So Popular?

95% of my mail is the utility bills, and the other 5% is wedding invitations. After three years of begging, I did finally get my first package in the mail from my parents last year on Valentine's Day. Way to go, Parents.

Pretty sure I had a total of maybe five friends in high school.

No one's ever come to visit me, and yet....

Thursday, my best friend Josef came to visit me and we went to Kelli's senior recital (which, by the way, was amazing. I am so proud of her!). He took me to Olive Garden and I took him to the movies. We went to see When in Rome. I don't know if the movie was actually that good, but we laughed like crazy. Probably because Joe is my favorite person ever with the most fantastic laugh in the world. You can't help but have fun with him.

Friday, my buddy Jordan came to visit me and an old mission companion. He took me to Firehouse.

Today, my little brother James came to visit me. He took me to Chili's and then to Casper's for ice-cream.

You know how some people have beer bellies?

I have a 

Diet Coke-mushroom ravioli-white chocolate raspberry cheesecake-focaccia bread-
cordon bleu pasta-fh'zookie-honey chipotle chicken-brownie delight belly.

(How was I to know that I would be eating out three times in the space of five days?)

I need to go to the gym. ASAP.

For hours.

Best weekend ever!

Hibernation...

How brilliant is hibernation? 

How absolutely unfair is it that it skipped over the human species?

Shouldn't I be allowed to pretend that the dreary, depressing winter months don't exist?

Shouldn't I be able to eat everything I want until I essplode,

and then 

sleep. it. off.  

???

What could be more wonderful than eating my weight in food

and NOT having to go to the gym to work it off?

In fact, nature would discourage it.

If life were as it should be, Mother Nature would say,

"No, Chessie. Don't go to the gym. Eat all the chocolate muffins and pasta you want. And when you feel like you can't eat anymore, just curl up in your bed and go to sleep. When you wake up, the sun will be shining, it will be warm, and you will be skinny."

I'm convinced that when God evicted Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden, he said,

"See all those animals you named? THEY get to HIBERNATE. YOU get to SUFFER. 

Shouldn't've eaten that apple, huh? Bet you're sorry now."

Hello New Readers!

Where did you all come from?! I didn't think anybody read this at all. 

It's like you all esssploded out of nowhere!

Welcome to Chester the Best-er.
I'm so pleased to meet you!

I just hope you truly realize you are reading the blog of a totally awkward dork.

Are you okay with that?

I've got an assignment to do and the basketball game against Nevada tonight,

soooo...

I will leave you with a 

Have a Happy Weekend! 

and I will be back soon with 

the riveting soap opera that my life is NOT.

I hope you'll comment and let me get to know you as well!

The Older I Get...

The more I realize how young and inexperienced I am.

For example:

I saw some missionaries the other day. It used to be I was in awe of their great stature. I thought they were so grown-up and mature. Now I realize I am as old as they will be when they have been home for a year.

Do you have any idea how WRONG that feels?

You know what else I learned is wrong with being older? When you are older, when walking to the bus stop next to the credit union, it is okay for a young mailman to smile at you after dropping off the mail. It is okay for you to notice that the mailman is not only young, but cute, and red-headed! When you are older, it is okay to smile back when the cute, young, red-headed mailman smiles at you while he hops into his truck, and then nods to you as he drives past. 

Whaaaa--?!!! 
When did it happen that all of that was okay?

When did mailmen stop being strangers that your mother told you not to talk to?

When did mailmen stop being old and fat and hairy?

Okay. They still are, for the most part, but still.

I just don't think I'm old enough yet. Y'know?

Not Again...

Remember that scene in the beginning of The Princess Diaries? 

Mia dejectedly says to Lily, "Somebody sat on me again today..."

In the movie of my life, I think my line would be, 

"I got mistaken for a middle-schooler again today."

I'm so tired of explaining my status as EMPLOYEE to the guard dogs at the school.

On a sidenote: I saw that cute family on the bus this morning. I wish they knew how happy they make me. Also, there was a woman reading a thick volume called Vampirates. I reeeeeeeeeeeally do NOT want to know. Two weeks ago, she was reading Crash by the legendary Jerry Spinelli! VAMPIRATES? Hopefully, she'll have an amazing read next week. :)

Delightfully Purple...

is how I like to smell, folks. I feel Anne-ish every now and then, if you know what I mean.

Purple is my happy color, and my happy fragrance. 

(Also known as Enchanted Orchid by Bath and Body Works.)

And I have the works. I kid you not.

Apparently, it makes me smell "yummy." Dance class kid's words, not mine. 

You know how someone will walk past you,

and just a hint of their cologne or perfume will

just float past your nose?

And you catch yourself turning your head

to the side just so you can catch it again?

And you think to yourself, "Mmmm....yummy!"

Can you blame me? Have you smelled the air in Cache Valley?

Also. Don't tell me you haven't hoped a particularly delicious-smelling person

would sit right in front of or next to you in class,

just so you could be distracted from the lecture.

I wonder if I've ever been that delicious-smelling person to somebody else. That'd be cool. I have been told that my neck was like unto an aphrodisiac. (No. I do not have a vegetarian vampire boyfriend who cares about my feelings.) However, I question the validity of that statement, since he decided a week later that my roommate smelled more like Aphrodite than I did.

But THAT is a story for a much later time.

What signature color do YOU smell like?

PS. To The Last Post...

(Thanks for the reminder, Charlie!)

Ever since I saw Jean's Golden Girls dancing for the first time 

(I think I was a sophomore)

I knew that one day,

one day,

I would be one of them.

It's my dream to dance with them in the Spectrum.

And at least two of my roommates' dreams.

Look for us in about 40 years.

I will be the sassy Asian grandma with purple hair

dancing. it. up.

On the front row of course.

I'm only 5'2" after all.

:)

Last Night Made Me Realize...

That I must never, never graduate.

Because then I have no free entrance to Aggie Basketball.

And if I can't go to Aggie Basketball,

(other than the fact that I'll shrivel up and die),

then I can't enjoy Aggie Basketball halftimes.

If I can't enjoy Aggie Basketball halftimes,

then I can't enjoy this:

(recorded a year ago)

Last night's performance was just as, if not more, wonderful!

Who doesn't want to see old women doing the robot?

So I can't graduate.

Ever.

Obviously.

Insert Guffaw...

So I was at the gym tonight. Yes. As a matter of fact, I do exercise. I bet you thought I was just born beautiful and fit.

HA.

HAHA.

HAHAHA.

I digress. I'm sweating away and a-people-watching on my elliptical machine, when I see this kid I recognize from my freshman year ward. He's working out in a Hooters t-shirt. 

Classy, Dustin, really classy.

Two seconds later, I see a girl taking off her jacket, wearing a t-shirt that reads "Single?" on the front.

Courtesy of SE Needham Jewelers, where

 "Utah Gets Engaged," 

as the shirt proudly proclaims on the back. 

(I may or may not own this shirt, but if I did, it would only be because it was FREE, and I would only wear it to bed.) 

Translation of both t-shirts: 

"Yes. Yes, I am desperate." 

All I wanted to do was hop off the machine and run to both of them, bring them together, and say, "OMG, if there were two people that were so totally MFEO, it would be you!"

I settled for giggling really hard to myself.