Weirdest night ever (or how I am officially a hussy)....

This is Jake.

We have been friends for exactly one million years.

This is Jake inviting me to a party on Saturday night.

This is how he takes advantage of said friendship.

He always has to go for that W, no matter the cost.

This is me helping Jake snag second place.

 

It was really, really, really, really weird.

No more kissing my friends.

Especially ones with whom I have been friends for one million years.

This is me helping some other poor sucker.

He said his name is Jamal, but it's actually Rob.

This is me helping the guy who photobombed the previous picture.

I don't remember his name.

This is Marie's reaction after my telling her.

 

Conclusion: My hair looks fabulous in all of these pictures.

The End.

Sometimes, my friend takes pretty pictures of me.

Marie Teemant Photography

Hitler High Fives

Marie, my roommates, and I all dressed up went to a fun Halloween masquerade dance party thing on Saturday. They had some goofy band playing for a bit and they sang some goofy song about Yahtzee.

Except it was so loud and confusing that it almost sounded like they were singing the word "Nazi" over and over again, so Kassidy and I were holding our hands up and out in front of us while pretend-moshing and Logan was a ditz and kept high-fiving us and crazy-dancing, and not understanding why we were laughing so hard because she kept doing it even though we kept yelling, "NO...Nazi!"

And Marie brought her lights and camera and we all pretended to be models.

Awkward.

600th!!!

This is my 600th post.

I promised Kate I would write her a post, because now she is a grownup with a grownup job, and she is so bored sometimes that she needs to read something from me.

As if I were interesting. I forgot I had a blog for a while there. There just hasn't been much to say.

But I can try.

Since the last time I wrote....

I've had a couple of these:

Went to a few of these:

Went here three times:

Played with this toddler (she's the one with black hair):

Was in my cousin's wedding:

Hung out with these people:

Got my:

(Yes. One of the boys above. 

Dating is so weird and confusing. Why do people do it?)

How I felt right after it happened:

"Does he...know that you are a first-time slammer?"

--two idiot guy friends--

Got a second job, so I'm going back to:

Do you think I'll get asked to

What's Cookin', Wednesday?

Hey remember when I did this a lot two summers ago?

I made something all on my own yesterday! And it wasn't even really cooking!

My high school besties and I all got together for the first time in over a year and we had a picnic in a park up the canyon. I'd show you pictures, but true to form, I didn't take any (even though I had my camera). I think Joe took some.

We all brought a little something to share and

This Week's Kitchen Adventure:

Fruit Fluff

I ate what is now the empty half for breakfast. On fruit, of course.

But I completely encourage eating it plain with a spoon.

I pat myself on the back for this one. I was bringing a bunch of fresh fruit and wanted something fun to dip it in or plop on top. I've eaten a lot of fruity dips at gatherings and parties, but I'd never made one at all and hadn't looked up a recipe for one and I was already at the grocery store and I didn't think to look one up on my smartphone, so I looked at stuff that seemed like it would taste right. 

And guess what? I'm smart even without my smartphone! Sorry, Tobias. I just named my phone right there and there. Even though I've had him for almost two years and I'm about to get rid of him. Also, it was the first name that popped into my mind. Mostly because I've started the third annual summer rewatching of Arrested Development.

Back to the point. Here's what you need and what you need to do. Feel free to use any generic brand and lowfat version you would like of these ingredients (which is what I did to make it a bit healthier).

1/3 of an 8 oz. package of room temperature cream cheese 

Two  6 oz. containers of yogurt (I used strawberry)

One 8 oz. container of frozen whipped topping

In a bowl, beat all ingredients together at medium speed with a hand-mixer until fluffy and smooth. Refrigerate for at least 30 minutes before serving. Serve with fresh fruit (bananas, apples, strawberries, grapes, etc).

Summerfest 2012

Summerfest is a Friday-Saturday celebration full of carnival games, food, and rides. Music, arts and crafts booths, performances. To me, it's a ride on the Zipper and a funnel cake.

Last time I was on the Zipper was two years ago with my friend Tyler. We had gone to a rodeo and decided to split early so we could check out the fair next door.

Neither of us had been on the Zipper since we were teenagers, so we bought tickets and got on. Somewhere near the end of the ride we got caught in this crazy never-ending spin which made me scream-laugh until I cried and I have never heard Ty shriek-laugh so hard before (or since).

And then we got off and were sick for the entire hour-ride home.

Still a great memory. And still the best ride ever.

This year, I went to Summerfest with my new roommate, Logan!!

On Friday we walked around, bought some sunglasses, funnel cake stand wasn't set up yet, signed up for grocery delivery (we're still debating whether or not that was a stupid idea), and ate Polish dogs while watching performances by the local ballet company.

And then I remembered the Zipper.

But there was a problem. We had to leave soon. Logan was going to the water park, and I was meeting up with friends to pick up my marathon race packet and then go to dinner. Saturday was the marathon (read about that adventure here), and I knew I would be in no position to walk around and then put my broken body into a carriage to be spun around and flipped.

So it was now or never.

I said, "Screw you," to my freshly-eaten Polish dog, threw caution to the wind, and Logan and I hopped on. We had a fantastic time.

And then I went home and threw up my lunch.

Before you ask, the answer is yes. It was totally worth it.

Except for the part where I never got my funnel cake.

Squaw Peak 2012

I got squawed again.

And so much more quickly than the last time. Pretty much in near-rockin' shape so I got my booty to the top of the mountain in so much less time than last year.

And my beautiful Suzie-friend came along.

So much bromance, so little time.

I thought this would be an adorable picture of me and my handsome friends...

....but my presence is clearly ruining the moment, so this is what is right...

(Squawback Mountain)

And this was not planned, people.

We are just that cool and good-looking.

"These are my people.

This is where I come from."

~ Rodney Atkins ~

An Eclipse. The good kind.

Went with a bunch down to Parowan, Utah to check out the eclipse on Sunday.

We were totally wowed. You can tell by how our jaws are dropping.

And then Lara found a skull. Actually, more like half of one.

And I talked to it.

But then I found out I was actually talking to the back of the skull. I'm an English major, not a scientist.

Obviously.

Facebook Friday: Boring Movies and Barack the Belieber.

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See "last year's Chigurh success" below"

Sidenote: Last year's homemade birthday card.

I mean, come on.

Who wouldn't want to be my friend?

BIRTHDAY.

I'm always reading that blogs should have pictures. This blog is bad at it.

Sorry.

I always mean to take them, but see... if you're taking pictures, you are NOT in the middle of the action, and frankly, that's where I like to be.

Especially at my own birthday.

Wait. I did take one picture. Here are the unbaked cupcakes I made.

Oh yeah. Got my hair did.

Played with Niecey.

Long story short.

On Wednesday, I got asked for my number by a guy who wants to take me Latin dancing. Haven't heard from him. On Thursday I cashed in on my free crepes. On Friday we had a party. My besties came up from Springville and Provo, and my boys came down from Salt Lake. We ate, danced a little bit, I was made fun of as per usual...

"So how are you adjusting to life in America?"

"Your American accent is coming along so great, Chess!"

"Don't come sit next to me! You've sat next to everybody! It doesn't MEAN anything anymore!"

And sorry. No pictures. I forgot. It's too bad. I likes the action and taking pictures too often means standing on the outside looking in. Nope. I'd rather have the memories.

But yesterday, on Sunday, my actual birthday, I got to read the letter I wrote to myself ten years ago when I turned fourteen. Yeesh. That girl had so many expectations for me. It's simultaneously gratifying and humiliating. And hilarious.

I am happy to say that I have a college degree. I have pierced ears and contacts. I am not fat. I can answer "Negatory" to her blunt query "Are you still a zit-face? Please, no!" I am not married with children, thank goodness. I'm even more blessed that I'm not with my eighth-grade crush. However, I hung my head in shame when she asked me what kind of car I have. (Read: I. Don't. Have. One.)

But all vanity and self-esteem aside, that little 14-year-old baby girl was wise. She asked me to be the same. To not to forget my standards and values. She told me to be thankful. She told me to remember my goals. To remember my friends. To marry a man who has the same standards and values I have. To make sure that my future daughter has a sister.

To laugh every day.

And then she told me in capital letters to remember how I broke into James Belliston's locker and dumped Cheetos all over the bottom of it.

Good girl.