Daily Observations: Art History Major

You know you've been reading too much French when you are reading something in English and see the word expose and automatically read "ex-po-say."

Btw, my French teacher looks kind of like Lord Voldermort. Don't judge me. Alan suggested it and now I can't think of anything else.

A couple amusing phrases from class - not just class, but out of the mouths of my professors:

"He was an artistic hermit..."

Student: "Were they on drugs?"

Teacher: "Were they on drugs?! Yes. Yes they were."

"There's something about a frog...that's just not a cherry blossom."

In other news, I made about a gross of cake balls this weekend. Gross means one hundred. I am not insinuating that I made one hundred gross cake balls. They were actually rather delicious. Impulse baking. I get more homely every day.

Biscoff and chocolate peanut butter cake balls.

Yellow cake and peanut butter cake balls.

Nutella and chocolate cake balls.

What else did I do this weekend? Well, I was home all day studying yesterday...with Bethany. See, all the other roomies went out of town. Clearly B and I should not be left home alone. We decided it was necessary to pull a prank. (We are definitely into pranking lately. First it was the pumpkins that wouldn't die, then a rather large "Say No to Drugs" that Linda stole from school...) Long story and a quick internet search later, we came up with a rather realistic looking eviction notice to hang on the door. Best. Prank. Ever.

In My Spare Time.

Sometimes I pretend I can play my roommates guitar. I'm getting really good at the intro to "Hey There Delilah" and I can play super duper simplified versions of "On the Brightside" and "The Way I Am." It's fine. I'll let you know when I have my tour schedule.

In OTHER news, I bought my ticket to Europe!!! Oh my gosh...most stressful event of my life. Buying a ticket is a huge commitment. The travel agent had to talk me through it. (Thanks Julie Ann! Yes, I will bring you a picture of me wearing all my clothes at once so my bag is small enough to be a carry on.) But it's done, done, done, done, DONE. It's legit now. Okay. Actually I have a few more tickets to buy. But...the main part of it is done. And that is a huge relief.

Last night I decided to try and be social and planned a wintry bonfire up the canyon with some peeps. Or rather, I said to Steph Graff, "Hey. I want to have a bonfire. Will you invite some people?" and then struggled to fill up my own car with friends. Fortunately, I found the very best ones. Our bonfire was a little more fire than bon, but it was roasty toasty and good for roasting and toasting too. And for sitting around and musing about life. Random pic I snapped at the end for evidence that sometimes I DO go out on the weekends:

Don't even know everyone in the picture. It's fine. Because I look like a hunchback. Also...in case you were thinking that this looks like a shabby gathering, this isn't everybody. Have to defend myself a little there. I was rather pleased with the entourage that I didn't really put together. :D

Initially I was pleased that some gents showed up so I wouldn't have to pretend I knew how to build a fire (I got put on fire duty once at Girl's Camp...it was dead before breakfast ended) but when it came down to it...I'm pretty sure I knew more than some of those boys did. Guess I've watched a lot more fire building since my twelve-year-old faux pas. Now I got skill. And no, Mom, we did not "burn down the canyon."

My Valentine's Day:

- At work by 8:30.

- Do not shower, brush hair, or wash off yesterday's makeup. Wore beanie all day.

- Eat three doughnuts and a salad.

- Overhear the following conversation by my coworker: "So I went to see 'The Vow' this weekend and I was really disappointed because they showed Channing Tatum's butt and I just thought 'Why would they show that? It doesn't even begin to compete with my husband's butt. Did they really think I would like that?' " Scarred for life? Check.

- Get a Valentine tattoo of a cat with wings. (Not the best pic...I know. Get over it.)

- Edit contacts in phone.
- Work until 5:00.

- Answer emails for my second job.

- Take a really, really long hot shower before visiting teaching. Still do not do hair or makeup.

- Visiting teaching gets cancelled when my companion is surprised by her boyfriend.

- Suddenly realize why my water is not boiling. Linda's tupperware on the back burner in a frying pan is now history.

- Finish watching a show online while I try boiling water again.

- Eat a pathetically large bowl of pasta and cream cheese. And some cookies.

- Finally start 5 page paper for Japanese at 8:30.
- Finally finish 5 page paper for Japanese at 12:00.

And that's about where we are right now. Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

Projects.

A long long time ago ... like the summer after I graduated high school ... I told you it was a long time ago ... Deseret Book cleared out all their quilting fabric. Two bucks a yard for nice quilting fabric? Ace. How could I resist? $100 later ... I had a sweet plethora of quilting patterns and fabric.

My sister and I stayed up all that night making a quilt that we were super excited for. Well, we cut out the squares and arranged them. The next day I finished the topper. There it sat. Unfinished. Finally this Christmas I took the time to get it quilted. Over the weekend I sat down and put the binding on. Now this lovely quilt (that was originally intended to be my college quilt) will grace my bed in my apartment for one short half of a semester before I graduate. Well ... better late than never!

So here's a rough pic. Don't judge. I'm getting a haircut on Wednesday. I fully acknowledge that I can not see and look like a shaggy dog. Also, I promise that the colors do not look this garish. While I fully acknowledge that it is an exceedingly BRIGHT assortment of fabrics, I have to clarify that the lighting in our living room is ... lacking. To say the least. Just pretend it's pretty, okay?!

And here's a song that I'm lately obsessed with. It kind of makes me walk more chipper to and from school, like I have a purpose in mind. Like I'm set on a goal. It's a power-walking song. Like ... "Hey. You can only get out of here if you walk faster!" I know. I know. I'm a dork. But it's a good song. And it's kind of a project ... because we're all constantly working on this, right? Doubts and insecurities? Fine. No more philosophy from me.

I bummed around today...

... and in the process found a hodge podge of great photos that have yet to make an appearance on this blog. So please, for good times' sake, enjoy.

SOOOOO immensely glad I found these treasures...

Sometimes we sunbathe in the living room.

Sometimes my sister is in a play and has big hair.

Sometimes I find old pictures of some of my most favorite people in the world. Married, mission, mission, LOSER. Or...at least...uncool?

Sometimes I find EXTREMELY old pictures from my modeling days. Photo credit to Jakeycakes Titensor.

Me in 10 Years?

 Haha. Women's Suffrage. :D

Little Sisters

Sometimes little sisters are brats.

Sometimes they are okay. :)