When life hands you K-less words...

Make a ghost!!

(And I did.)

Drop box, second floor, UVU library.

Mug Shot (aka the real me!)

I volunteered at an elementary school library for a few hours yesterday with my Aunt Debbie.

When one checks in as a visitor, one must enter all his or her information and take a picture for a name tag.... and since I didn't want to be mistaken for any other upstart Asian library volunteer, I made sure I would stand out if my volunteering integrity were ever questioned:

HAWT.

SECKSY.

Just sayin'.

:-)

Yesterday Was...

What I would call a jolly holiday.

Yes, I know it was no special calendar day.... but it was just... nice. One of the nicest days I've had in a long time. One where everything just seemed to go right, and every person I ran into or heard from was just so sweet.

I woke up to two FB messages, one from my dear friend Jessika, and one from one of YSB's roommates, inviting me over for movie night later. I didn't have any classes this particular Friday, so I did a lot of homework, knocked off a required CIL (Computer and Information Literacy) exam, and had lunch with my friend Anna: we went outside the library and lay on our backs in the bright, cloudless sunshine--no need for jackets, it was too warm--and just talked each other's ears off.

Then we split up, she went to class, and I went back to doing homework, took a nap in the library while two other boys snored around me. I felt less stupid taking a nap by them, than if they were doing homework. Woke up, finished my book for class, and headed home. Dear kindred spirit Mikey texted me as I was walking, and just hearing from him put the biggest smile on my face. We planned on a Thanksgiving reunion in the coming weeks. Roomie Cort and I went to Cafe Rio for dinner, and then played Rockband with Lindsey and Roomie Shannon until 9:00 pm when everyone left to go to their respective Friday night activities.

I got to my friend's house and realized I was one little lady in a house of six men. Four of which decided they really wanted Frosties, so all five of us crammed into a tiny little car and headed to Wendy's. They were gentlemen and let me have the front seat, so you can imagine how funny three broad-shouldered guys looked all snuggled together in the backseat. When we got to Wendy's, they were all horrified that I didn't want one. Don't get me wrong, I looooove Frosties, but when I eat the better part of a Cafe Rio pork salad.... Well, they were just lucky I was able to get off our living room beanbag and over to their house...

The movie didn't start until after 10:00 pm.

And they say girls are indecisive. 

What-evs.

We watched The Bourne Identity. I'd never seen it before. Plus also, it was my first Blu-ray experience.... I know people rave about it, but.... I didn't think it was extraordinarily special. Sorry boys, and Blu-ray nerds. I still like you, and please keep inviting me over for movies anyway.

It was just a day filled to the brim with sunshine and friendship, and honestly, I don't know how it could have been any better. I think this is the happiest I've felt all semester so far. I wish I had some exciting breaking news or something extremely funny that happened (actually, I do! I'll tell you tomorrow!), but it was just a nice ordinary day, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. I really wouldn't, because it was just the best!

Here's wishing you the nicest day ever today, and have a wonderful weekend.

Love,
Chess

She's a Lawbreaker!!

So it turns out that I had to ask for an extension 

on my final paper and take-home exam.

The reason for needing an extension will be a story for another day.

That means I've been doing homework all day

in O-town's public library.

After everybody else has been done for two days.

And I'm still not done. Maybe cos I fell asleep. Maybe.

Sadface.

I may or may not have snuck 

FOOD and a WEAPON 

into the children's section:

There is also a string cheese, but you can't see it.

I may get caught, tied, and hauled away 

on one of the reshelving carts

to the basement below the basement

from whence no library patron has ever returned

BUT....

Pardon me, 

what is cooler than a purple knife?

Twig-Man = Not My Cup o' Tea

You're probably thinking of this guy:

(I loooove A Bug's Life!)

Well, I'm not.

I'm thinking of the guy I saw at the public library yesterday.

He had to be like 6'4", but he was so thin!!!

His clothes and his skin were just hanging off his stick-like bones.

I'm not gonna pronounce him unhealthy,

because I know some people just have miraculous metabolisms,

but oh boy, it didn't look good on him.

I sincerely hope he's okay.

It's like I told my mother,

"When someone holds me, I want to feel safe, 

but that won't happen if I can snap him in half."

That being said...

I definitely want to feel like I could be snapped in half.

I'm no twiglet, you see. 

Small, but not tiny.

So.... future Mr. Chester:

If you have some meat on your bones and smell like perfection

(to be defined at a later date as I determine what perfection smells like),

You and I will get along juuuuuuust fine.

Spotted...!

Kelli informed me the other day that she believes she saw Miss-Whistle-While-I-Pee on campus. Indeed, her description of this girl fit mine: She had a rolling backpack and was "whistling a very complicated ditty."

As you can see, I was not delusional that fateful day in the third-floor bathroom of the Merrill-Cazier Library. My ears were not deceived. This girl exists, ladies and gentlemen, she exists!!! She is no figment of my imagination.

I kind of compared her to Moaning Myrtle in my mind just now.

Interesting....

PS...

I just thought of something.

Miss Whistle-While-I-Pee had a rolling backpack.

Precious!!

It was probably holding her piccolo.

Whistle While You Pee....What?

Okay.

I just....

Ugh.

I just used the restroom on the third floor of the Merrill-Cazier Library. That is the library at Utah State University. Where I go to school. Just needed to get that out of the way--in case you didn't know.

There was one other girl in there who went into a stall just before I did. I went to one that was quite a distance away. I was hanging up my backpack and my coat on the hook on the door, when all of a sudden, this girl starts to whistle. And not a quiet whistle either.

Oh no. It was loud and piercing and just kept going. It was like this huge trill and run of notes. I couldn't help but think that maybe she was in the symphony or something and played the flute or piccolo, because whatever she was whistling was not your run-of-the-mill lame whistling.

Oh no. It was an orchestrated whistle. And she repeated it. Over and over. While she peed. While I peed. And if she made a mistake, she started over.

Why was she doing it? Was she trying to drown out the sound of her pee falling into the toilet? Also, did she not realize that I was there? Because I walked in and I'm pretty sure she saw me. If I were to whistle while peeing, which I would NOT, I would make sure that no one else was there to hear me.

She has to be a marching band geek.

There is no other explanation for this deviation from the unspoken societal rules that dictate silence in public restrooms.

Band geek.

It all makes sense.

Car...

I almost got hit by a car this afternoon. It's five hours later and I'm still freaking out about it.

I decided to walk from my house to the library, which is like two miles away, but I had eaten a huge lunch (The Chicken Florentine Flatbread sandwich at Subway--it was yum! I totally recommend!), and I needed to clear my head anyway. Well, I was passing a house with a nice, steep driveway (in my stake, though not in my ward--if the person had been in my ward, I might have completely lost it) and I looked to my left to see a car whooshing down backwards towards me, white lights glaring at me telling me that the driver was in no way about to stop, and, contrary to the car's action, my heart just stopped. I let out a yelp and leapt out of the way. I kept walking in a dazed stupor, and the car drove past me, the driver had the nerve to just mouth "Sorry!" at me through his rolled-up window and speed away without a backward glance.

As if I hadn't gone on a walk in the first place to try and de-stress. As if I didn't have enough plaguing my nerves already.

Thanks a lot, IDIOT!!!

Sweet Sweats....

I was in the campus bookstore with my good friend Katy, when this incredibly good-looking guy comes up and asks us for advice on buying a pair of sweatpants for his sister-in-law. Katy and I both have the sweats so we know how amazingly comfortable they are. Really. They are fantastic! Anyway, so we go around the rack with him, looking at all the different colors, and he asks us what we think of everything: the lettering, the tie at the waist, the colors.

We asked, "Does she like brown?"

He said, "I dunno."

"Well, what do you think of this?"

"I dunno."

I asked him what size she was and he said she was a small, so then I asked him how tall she was, and he looked at me and said she was about my height, so I told him to definitely get a small (even though I have medium--they didn't have smalls when I bought them). So he takes the hanger off the rack, and holds them up to me against my waist. Then he looks me up and down for several seconds and goes "Hmmmm...." Hahahaha! But they were so long they were folded on the ground past my feet. So he holds them up to himself and says, "Look at them! I could wear them!" Katy and I reassured him that they would be fine, and that they were amazing, and everybody should buy a pair. So he smiled and told us to consider them bought, thanked us, and left for the cashier.

Katy and I (in mouthed whispers): "He was SO cute!"

Good day. Despite the fact that I had only had two hours of sleep the night before because I had been writing a paper for most of it. But I got a two-hour nap that afternoon. So lovely. And then I went with Katy and her roommates to the Institute Choir concert. So much like high school cheesiness, except about five times worse. There was just too much random weird dancing in it. I laughed much more than was polite. But before you think it was all bad, it really wasn't. There were some really good songs here and there.

Then I went and played games. I actually tore myself away and went home early. I was so so tired.

And now I am in the library. Wishing I didn't have to write a 5-page paper. Or do a grammar test. Or an online discussion. Or another 8-page paper. Or study for three finals.

*Sigh* Help.

P.S. My roommate Megan is an aunt for the first time. It's so exciting!! I wish I were an aunt. But not really, that would mean scandal for my family. My siblings are way too young for that. That's for sure! No, I guess things are they way they should be!

12 Minutes...

Once again, I'm sitting in the library. Third time this week, second time today. The first time I was here at 9:00 am. I bought an almond poppyseed muffin and a chocolate milk for breakfast from the cafe. I downed them and headed upstairs to the third floor to my favorite curvy couch and table where I fully intended to write my paper for my science class. That paper--which I haven't started--is due in less than four hours. Those intentions flew right out the window when I discovered how surprisingly comfortable the couch was when I lay down on it. That's right. I was zonked until right before my next class. Not much done there.

Now I am back again. In a hard chair. Nowhere near a couch. In front of a hard table. Surrounded by people. I would be too self-conscious to sleep here. I might accidentally drool and that would be embarrassing. Or I might kick something. My foot tends to have a mind of its own and it likes to kick sometimes right before I fall asleep. I have some funny stories about that, but I have no time to tell them. Let's just say they involve me sleeping in class. Yeah.

I should be writing my paper, but I wanted to get all my fidgets out. So I have six minutes more to do it.

I forgot to mention that I had a really strange dream when I was asleep. I dreamed that there were people singing and dancing around a Christmas tree in the library, and that I was still lying on the same couch. They were all dressed in flowy, sparkly clothing and some of them were shimmying which seemed a little inappropriate for the quiet sanctity of the library. It was kind of like that dream sequence that Jimmy Stewart has in "Mr. Krueger's Christmas." Except there was no MoTab. Or sleighs. But I think the people that were dancing around the tree kind of reminded me of the Chamber Choir in high school. Haha. Scary!

One more minute.

I really don't want to write this paper. There's a reason I'm not a science major. I suck at it.

Aaaaaand..... time's up!

Hmmmm....

Things I Am Doing....

- Sitting in the Merrill-Cazier Library

- Fully avoiding my paper for FTH (Food, Technology, and Health)

- Listening to David Archuleta

- Texting Mikey

- Wondering about things....

- Why people swear...
- Why I accidentally let a cuss word slip out every now and then
- Why some people are always around but you don't know why....they're total mysteries...
- If I am one of those people that are always around...yikes....
- What is that clanking noise that is interrupting my musings?
- Where my roommate will be going on her mission...
- Whether we should watch Hercules or Mulan for FHE....
- Why the weather is so beautiful and I'm stuck in the stupid library....
- Why I am in jeans instead of sweats...
- Why my fingers are so cold....
- Why I have so much school left to go....
- Wondering what life will be like having only 4 roommates instead of 6....when we've been together for 3 years...
- Why I never go to bed on time....
- Why I'm not getting anything done...
- Why I always get major hiccups when I brush my teeth....
- Why I accidentally used my roommate's toothbrush the other day....or why everybody managed to reveal that they've all done it....haha....

- Wanting to go home