Stolen Flamingos

This is one of those family stories that we just laugh about. And no, it is not about me, it was my little sister Emily who did this.

My family went to Utah about every other summer for the longest time. One summer we went when I was eight or so and Emily was two (actually we don't really know, everyone thinks she was a different age). We were constantly in and out of the house. Kids were playing in the yard and there were a couple of adults outside. With all the chaos, nobody kept a close enough eye on Emily.

At one point Emily wandered off to the neighbors house. When she was younger she loved the colors pink and red (still true) quite excessively and wanted everything that was one of those colors. Well, the neighbors had a collection of pink flamingos taking residence in the yard. This did not go unnoticed by Emily. She simply walked into their front yard, and stole the flamingos so that our grandma could have them instead.

A few minutes later, someone noticed the strange happenings. Two year old Emily was pulling a flamingo out of the flowerbed and dragging it through the grass to a spot where she had hidden a couple other flamingos. This was pointed out to everyone else and we laughed because it was so strange. We quickly returned the flamingos and went our merry way. This was not the end of it. There were a few times she tried to retrieve the flamingos again but we already knew what she was up to and it didn't work.

Everyone remembered this story, except Emily as she was so young. Recently when it was brought up we laughed about her stealing flamingos and she was quick to accuse other people, namely our mom of stealing the flamingos. That added another dimension, which just made us laugh all the harder. Why she picked our mom to accuse I have no idea. She was two when she did it, and it was cute, not criminal.

Oh and because this is only slightly relevant (since it is about someone other than me) I will post it here. This is another thing that happened we all laugh about. On the first day of school (or the first day of seminary) one year, while Anna was getting ready for seminary she tumbled down the stairs (very normal in our family). It was very loud though, and I remember getting out of bed to look at the scene. Apparently she had latched onto one of the spindles while she fell, resulting in her breaking it. So basically, Anna broke the stairs.

It All Started at a Sleepover

So I have a handful of stories I still want to write up here before I leave on my mission. I'll definitely try to do that. Here is the first of the lineup.

Generally speaking with girls that means a crazy night full of gossip, boys, and girlie things. This party was no exception. There were three girls, me, Abby Anderson and Courtney Carter. I can definitely be crazy, but I have to work my way up to it. These two girls are downright crazy, especially with all the crazy feeding off each other.

After settling in, we three chatted up a storm. Courtney filled us in on a boy she had gone on a date with, who was going to call during the sleepover. We were all giddy with excitement. A boy?! During the sleepover!! Duh she would put him on speakerphone.

As our excitement increased, Courtney realized she didn't want to talk for very long, she would rather spend time with us. Thus a plan was formed. Courtney would give a signal when she was ready to stop talking and we would pretend to slam my finger in a door, causing an emergency where she was needed and would have to hang up.

It was a good plan, however it was not good enough. It had to be more realistic. We found a strand of cheap beads to slam in the door so the door wouldn't completely shut and sound closer to a finger stuck in the door. Even that wasn't good enough. We decided to make my finger look the part as well. We applied marker and smudged it around until it looked bruised, though not swollen. Then we took pictures on Courtney's phone so we could send a picture in case he questioned anything.

When he called we did everything as planned. He didn't question anything (to my knowledge), Courtney got off the phone quickly, and we had an enjoyable evening. It was such a random thing to do (and kind of unnecessary) but it definitely made the sleepover memorable.

How Long Has That Food Been In Your Purse?

"Is that a stromboli in your purse?" -Andy my coworker

Yes, yes it is. On the third Wednesday of the month all of my work gets lunch from somewhere around the area. In June, I got a stromboli and stuck it in my purse when I was about to leave. It was kind of funny because he thought I just left it in there the whole day.

This reminded me of a similar incident. The same day a bunch of friends and I went to Macey's to get King Kong Kones I decided to grab cream cheese for something I planned on making. Then we all tried to do the moonwalk around Macey's. We then went to Kaitlyn and Hannah's to watch the Mormon Pride and Prejudice. I think we even fell asleep on their floor for a couple hours.

The next day Kara and I were hanging out. We got kind of bored. When Anna came home from work we decided to get haircuts because that was something exciting. Kara just watched. When I went to pay I pulled out my wallet and noticed the cream cheese boxes in there. I looked at Kara, laughing, and I asked her if she wanted to hear a funny story. Because Kara is a cheater, she looked in my purse while I got my hair cut and had already discovered it. It made me laugh so hard. Then later we used it for a frosting a cake. I mean it was already softened...?

Attack of the Movies

The summer after my freshman year, I lived in Provo for the summer. I lived half a block from my sister so we were always doing things together. I went to a few of her ward activities including a jello fight, and a pie making contest. Her old complex, Campus Plaza, has a pool and is very social. The complex put on a movie night in the pool which was sweet. They set up a projector onto a screen so we could watch Finding Nemo. The screen was made of a whiteboard type material and was supported by PVC pipes.

It was really fun for the most part. It was actually cold due to the wind and the fact that it was night and the pool was unheated. I had to stay mostly underwater minus my head or I would freeze. Halfway through the movie, it got a little too windy and the screen actually fell over into the pool. Lucky for me, I was standing near the back of the pool. There was a couple watching right at the edge that wasn't so lucky. There wasn't enough time for them to move out of the way so they dove to the bottom of the pool since it landed right where they were. The majority of the people laughed at the weird scene. It kind of floated at first but then slowly started sinking. We all grabbed hold of it and pushed the screen back onto the poolside. After learning the hard way, the screen was secured with cinder blocks. The movie was not quite the same after that sudden interruption. I could not stop my random bursts of laughter during parts that were not particularly funny.

A month or so later, I went to a movie in the park. I went with Anna and some friends from her ward. We went to see Planet 51, a movie about what else, aliens! A human lands on the planet and the aliens go all crazy. They can't decide if he is safe or going to attack. 

The movie was pretty entertaining, it was a kids movie but had some funny jokes adults would appreciate. The most entertaining part of the movie was when we had this weird lighting happened across the sky. A thunderstorm was going on in the distance and it was also when the sun went down so it was a strange combination of lightning and the sunset. The sky was purple with an eerie glow across it. Now remember, this was during an alien movie so it really added to the scene. Some people were laughing, saying that aliens were coming to invade and I laughed until I cried.

It truly looked like everything you would imagine an alien invasion would be like. The lightning would occur sporadically and it moved closer as the storm came towards us. It looked like a rocketship coming closer to land. The thunder was overwhelmingly loud and sounded exactly like a rocketship moving through the air. Sadly, our fun was ruined when the storm was too close for comfort so the equipment was taken down. I haven't watched an alien movie since but I definitely have high expectations since this incident.

Scaring the Roommates

First, if you didn't see my facebook...

1. Do I own a Hannah Montana poster? Yes.
2. Did Anna and I move it into the back of her new roommates closet to scare her? Yes.
3. Did I put it at eye level so she can stare her down? Yes.
4. Did I cry from laughing, on the ground when this all occurred? Yes.

Well my sister's roommate moved in! When she saw the picture she said, "Are you a fan of Hilary Duff?" This for real happened. It blatantly says Hannah Montana on the poster. But whatevs not everyone can read.

Secondly, after this weekend I am now self-conscious about my hiccups. Thanks friends for pointing out how weird they are every time I hiccup. They come singularly and are strangely high pitched, almost like a chirp. Many people who haven’t heard them before say, “Bless you.” And after they realize what it really was, they act all awkward. So now every time I hiccup I cover my mouth, apologize and look around to see who heard it. Then people make fun of me for being self-conscious about it, so its a vicious cycle. I told my friends that they're lucky I didn't sneeze.

Finals Scare

Finals are usually one of the most hectic, scariest parts of the semester. You realize that you have a ginormous amount of information to remember or learn if you didn't understand it the first time. Finals weeks is straight from the devil, and lucky for you, you get to experience it EIGHT times (more or less depending on how long you take to graduate). You think that nothing can make finals worse, but oh there are things that can.

Yesterday I was studying in the library. I took a two second break to pull out my computer charger and plug it in. I untangled the cord and wrapped the velcro around some of the cord that I condensed. It took awhile gathering the cord and when I turned around my friend Dustin was a few inches from my face! Apparently he had been waiting for me to turn around. As I turned he startled me and I jumped a little bit. Luckily I did not scream or anything since I was in the library, I was just startled and made a face. He went to sit down and I couldn't help but laugh and think of this hilarious video of people getting scared.

The rest of the day I was especially jumpy and I reacted to every little thing. Anytime someone walked past I turned around to make sure they wouldn't attack me. If I took a two second break I would involuntarily turn around and check to see if anyone was creeping on me. It kind of made studying a little less productive but every time I caught myself doing it, I would laugh at myself so I guess that's one good thing. Finals week is not the same to me anymore, a little scarier than before.

Tampons for Robert

Freshman year Kara and I got really into getting free stuff from online. I don't remember the website but they sent products in the hope that you would buy them. We looked through hundreds of items to find the best things for ourselves. As we looked we noticed a lot of weird things that were meant for very specific people like babies, the elderly etc. I decided it would be a good idea to prank our friends from this website using those awkward things (Kara refused to join in).

I put in my email and added our FHE brothers' address and names into the system. I did a few different things, like diapers, tampons and baby formula, and each would be sent to a different person. Most of the things were supposed to take 6-8 weeks so we had to wait patiently. In actuality it took longer for everything to come, some of which never came, except for the tampons.

The tampons came after about a month. At first it was a single sample and our FHE brother Robert thought it was a weird mistake. Then a couple weeks later he got a second one. Apparently we got him on a mailing list of some sort and he kept getting more.

Robert realized after a few tampon samples that someone had deliberately done this to him but he was not willing to admit it to anyone out of embarrassment. For the longest time, we had no idea he had gotten his sample or the extra ones. Somehow he managed to keep his roommates from telling us. Luckily he was really close to our roommate Sarah and told her to which she immediately told me and Kara. We had to live with our prank being a secret. But in the end, it was still hilarious knowing the outcome.

Happenings as of Late

So yesterday the BYU Alumni shared my BYU Bucket List Post.

Awesome right?! Well if you came to my blog from that, welcome! I just think it's hilarious that half of the things are inside jokes. Hopefully people can still take away something from it! As pointed out, the things I listed are more for the Provo area, which I realize. They're just things I want to do before I graduate from BYU hence it is still my BYU bucket list.

Yesterday was pretty interesting. I checked on here because I had posted something the day before. Interestingly enough, I noticed that over 300 people had come onto my blog in 12 hours. Crazy! It was funny because I had no idea where all the traffic came from! Nobody had asked (not that I mind) or told me they were linking to my post. I went on a mad hunt trying to figure it out. One of my friends told me who linked to it so all is good!

I also have a couple funny stories that happened yesterday to make this post entertaining.

First, I was in physics class. I kind of was bored because we were talking about chemistry and I had already learned everything about 5 times from various classes. I looked at the guy next to me who had a conversation going with a girl. She said it was her birthday and whatnot. He said something like, I know what I can get you for your birthday, if you can decode that message. I'm pretty sure he invited her to NCMO (non-commital make out)! Hahaha it's a huge joke at BYU but I've never known people who actually do it. But apparently it really happens!

Secondly, I saw Kara as I was walking home from the library yesterday. She was coming off work and was about twenty feet away from me. I walk with her to school Monday, Wednesday, Friday and half the time one of us yells something funny. Lately it's been, "Hey you weirdo!" I'm sure you can tell where this is going.

I stopped where I was and turned to her direction. Then I yelled, "HEY YOU WEIRDO!" However the first person to respond was a girl walking on campus with a guy. She turned around and noticed that I was not someone she knew. She started laughing, embarrassed and the guy she was with thought it was super hilarious. Kara and I busted out laughing for about 10 minutes. Even now I think it's hilarious.

It's a good rule to not respond when someone yells a strange thing out loud especially when walking with someone. It's like, oh hey I get called Weirdo all the time, pretty much my nickname. No, don't be that person.

Creeper or Creeped on?

This weekend was General Conference, which is an amazing experience. Some of the general authorities in the church talk and give guidance for the next 6 months for us to look to. Every time I listen to conference, they address the things I need to hear most. If you want to check out some of the videos from conference look here, you won't regret it! Some of my favorites included Elder O. Vincent Haleck about having vision in your life, President Monson about slowing down to think of the spiritual, important things of life, President Utchdorf about contention-STOP IT!, and President Eyring about faith and challenges.

The conference was spread between four sessions over two days. It went from 10-12pm, and from 2-4pm both Saturday and Sunday. Saturday there was another meeting, Priesthood Session for the men. Usually people fall asleep during the later sessions because you are sitting and listening for a long time that day. A good way to combat that is to take a nap and get it all out of you. I decided that would be a good idea.

After the morning session, the first thing I did was make delicious monkey bread. Then people came in and out of my friend's apartment so we all talked for awhile and some hilarious things were said. I realized I would only get a 10-15 minute nap in but waited around until less was going on around me.

I took my nap right at 1:40 and woke up five minutes before it started. When I woke up I stretched and noticed Stephen Black staring at me. We both kept looking at each other because it was just weird. I looked at him and asked if he had been watching me sleep. He had a similar thought and asked me if I had been staring at him. It was a really odd moment.

Apparently we had both looked at each other at the same time, but both of us thought the other had been creepily watching for a long time. When I stretched it caught his attention and he looked at me. He was sitting directly in front of me, so he was the first person I saw when I opened my eyes. How this all worked out I have no idea. Only weird stuff like this happens to me.

As a last thing, this funny picture that describes my life.

Pizza Friday Gone All Wrong

My freshman year my roommates and I started pizza Friday. As that implies we had pizza on Fridays. Every Friday once it started. There were one or two times we didn't have it (which confused some of our friends) but for two semesters everyone used some of their Creamery money to buy ingredients for pizza. Then we would make it and it was always delicious.

Last year, we didn't exactly keep up the tradition but turned it into a special occasion sort of thing. One week I decided to invite friends over since we hadn't had one since the last semester. Later in the week I got sick and threw up in the testing center. Since I had already made plans for the party I couldn't cancel it the day before so I decided to try and get past my illness and do pizza anyway. I'm sure you can tell where this is going, and it makes a great story.

I had someone else make the dough so I wouldn't spread whatever it was and we ate it all pretty fast. I was perfectly fine for the next hour or so. After eating, my stomach felt weird again. I decided to lie down but that didn't help. Some of the girls decided to start a movie but I couldn't really concentrate and went to the hot tub instead.

Hot tub when you're sick? It seemed like a really good idea at the time, however it was not so much in practice. I just put my feet in the hot tub and was sitting for about ten minutes when the feeling that I would vomit at any second came upon me. I quickly yelled at Anna that we had to leave. In my brilliance, I grabbed the pool key and accidentally shut it, locking the pool gate. This left Anna trapped in the pool area while I threw up. Because I was running, I actually projectile vomited into the trash and on the wall.

Since it was dark, Anna could only partially see what was happening. At this point she did realize that I had thrown up and was demanding I let her out. I threw the key to her and started laughing really hard. I laughed until I cried since it was hilariously ridiculous. I had locked my shouting sister in the pool area while I projectile vomited. It just seemed so random.

We walked back through my apartment while the movie was still going. Everyone was really confused so I continued to laugh and cry because I had to explain what happened to them. And finally, while I showered Anna got to clean up my mess. In the dark. It was such a weird night but surprisingly a highlight from last winter semester.

The Frozen Chicken Nugget Incident

First off, I changed my blog's name! Although Supermegafoxyawesomehot is very descriptive of me as a person, it does not actually reflect what I write about. If you couldn't tell, I just write about the ridiculous things that happen in my life. Yes, everything is usually to an absurd degree in my life.

In the past, I have managed to get people to eat frozen food in the past. Kind of creepy and gross? Yes. Hilarious? Yes.

Last year at Sparks I lived with Kara. That in itself made everything that happened into a hilarious story. After church one day I went to make myself lunch. I pulled out the bag from the freezer and put it on a plate. At the same time, Kara came from behind me and jokingly tried to take one from the bag. I looked at her and laughed and told her that no, she could not eat one of my chicken nuggets unless she ate it frozen.

Kara took this as a dare. She pulled it out and started to put it in her mouth. We both realized that one of the reasons you don't eat frozen things is that they are really hard. As she started gnawing on it, Brett's visiting teachers came over. Now it was just an awkward situation and Kara was embarrassed. While the girls sat on the couch in the living room, Kara moved into the corner by the stairs and kept gnawing while I made my lunch. I couldn't help but look at the weird scene and laugh since it was so absurd.

Those girls probably thought I was crazy, which is true. But even more, Kara is crazy.

On a similar note, last year I dared our cousin who was 6 at the time to eat frozen pancakes. He did not want to eat anything we made, but if you're a boy, you just have to follow through on dares. That was how he ate a meal or two (of 2-3 frozen pancakes). Anna and I are really good babysitters.

Sorry I Just Licked My Hand!

This week I went to a birthday party. I knew some people there, but there were a ton of people I had never met before. One of them was someone Anna knows from her old FHE group. Anna went to say hi, and then introduced me. At the same time, I was at the food table and took out of piece of cheesecake to put on my plate. I had a little on the end of my finger and licked it. Right then he went to shake my hand. I am nice enough to not make someone shake my nasty finger, so I blurted, "Sorry, I just licked my hand!" Embarrassed, I put my hand behind my back so he wouldn't accidentally shake it.

Since I had made it really awkward, I turned instead to get a paper towel to clean off my hand. I'm pretty sure that Aaron Dees heard my conversation because he tried to do the same thing. He held out his hand for me to shake but I again blurted out, "Sorry, I just licked my hand!" Instead of just giving up he decided we should try other things. We tried to do a back handed high five (which according to urban dictionary is the new fist bump).  I never do those ever, and I'm not sure that anyone does because neither of us were any good. It was one of those awkward times where we tried like five times and none of them were good. We didn't want to end on that weird note so he decided we should do an elbow tickle instead. That wasn't weird at all. I usually don't tickle anyone's elbows, and didn't realize it was a general sort of greeting. So I tickled his elbow which was at least better than our back handed high fives.

After our greeting, I was finally able to grab a paper towel. I cleaned off my hand and then was finally able to shake hands with Anna's friend.

Now if you don't want to shake someone's hand, this is an idea to get out of it!

Sometimes Anna Spits on Me

Over Christmas break my mom, Anna and I went to Sam's Club a ton, maybe 5 or 6 times over both weeks. As I've mentioned before my family gets smoothies or icees a lot there, and we have since I was younger. The week before, we got home from a semester at school. When our parents picked us up, our mom had a cough. Anna has taken a lot of medical type classes and automatically yelled that she had chronic bronchitis (even though she didn't). These accusations continued throughout the break.

At one of these trips to Sam's Club our mom had one of her coughing fits. We were right by the registers so she gave me some money to buy something to help. One of the things I like getting there is a triple berry ice cream where it is layered ice cream and berries. When we were looking I saw that they had a similar thing but as a smoothie. The original is delicious and so I decided we should try the smoothie.

Anna and I ordered then got our smoothie. Anna had the first sip and she had issues getting anything out because there were still a couple of fruit pieces that weren't blended. We decided it would just be easier to grab a spoon and eat it that way. I took out the straw so that I could eat the smoothie at the bottom of the straw. I turned it upside-down to get it all easily.

Tipping the straw turned out to be a big mistake. Apparently Anna had filled the straw with her spit when she couldn't get anything out. I'm not even sure how that happened. I would think that sucking would pull a vacuum which would make sure nothing went in or out. Maybe when she gave up it went in? Well anyways, Anna's spit came out of the straw and all over my hand. I thought it was nasty and Anna thought it was hilarious. At least we were still in the store so I could clean up!

Sometimes I Make a Mess

My senior year of high school up until I left for college I worked for a local craft store called Ben Franklin. That year I also got texts from Chic-fil-a for discounts on their food. This was really helpful because there was  a Chic-fil-a in the parking lot of my work and I could go there on break.

One day over the summer I was going to work when I got a text from Chic-fil-a. They were trying out various new shakes that summer and some of them they were giving out for free. The text said they had peach shakes for  free when you showed them your text. My plan was to grab a shake and go to work and leave it in the employee fridge. It was a great plan but not so much in reality.

I got my shake and drank about half of it. I then transferred it to the cup holder in the car. That day I was driving my mom's minivan which has kind of weird cup holders. They pull out and there is a piece on the bottom to hold the cup up and one that only goes partially around the side, like a semicircle.

I put my shake in the holder and started driving across the parking lot to work. In the two minutes it took to drive over I spilled my peach milkshake on the floor because the cup didn't fit adequately.

In that moment I discovered that a peach milkshake looks exactly like vomit. It looked disgusting! The color was spot on, and the consistency was perfect down to the various sized chunks. The smell was the one thing that made it apparent it wasn't vomit. It smelled sweet and peachy and not at all bad. I cleaned it up and that was that. If I had kept it in the sun it might have produced a nasty odor, which could have been good for a prank... If only I had that on my mind when I did this. That would have been hilarious.

Sometimes I Have Weird Ideas

My freshman year for Halloween a group of us went to a couple of parties and haunted houses. Friday night was the 30th and we needed something fun to do. One of our friends was taking the beginning engineering classes and so he had some classes in the Clyde building. He saw some posters in the building advertising a haunted house in one of the labs there and we decided it would be fun to go. I wanted to go because I really like haunted houses because I don't get scared easily and it is hilarious to watch people scream and freak out.

There wasn't too long of a line so we only waited a few minutes before going in. When we went in they took us through some various rooms. I guess it wasn't thrilling enough for me because when we got to one room I had the weirdest idea. This room had a Frankenstein in the middle of it. The Frankenstein was some guy in a really funny outfit and green makeup all over his face but the best part of his outfit was that he was barefoot.

Why was his barefootedness my favorite part? It inspired weird thoughts. I decided that it would be a good idea to tickle his feet. During a haunted house. Sadly he stood up to do his part before I got around to doing it. He became alive and he chased us out of the room.

Leaving was not the end of this idea. We decided the next night to go back to the haunted house since we all had a good time. The second night, Halloween, was very busy. As we waited in line I told my roommates and friends and they all thought it was hilarious but that I was crazy. But I told them that I would tickle him this time. A concern I had was that I didn't really want to tickle a stranger's feet with my fingers. The solution was to use the stick on a lollipop that they gave each person as they walked in.  Sadly once we got to the Frankenstein, he was wearing shoes! How ridiculous is that?! So I did not tickle his toes, instead I got this weird story.

A second weird idea I have had is more of an impulse. In my dad's car when you drive it does not automatically lock you in like most cars. There have been a few times where I have really wanted to just fling the door open when we are on the highway. I am a little smarter though and I do not let myself do that. Although I did once when I was 6ish and really angry. As much fun as it seems, it really is scarier than anything else.

Sometimes People are too Competitive

This one time I played tag. From this game, I reason that if a serial killer or zombie were after me he would definitely catch me and I would die.

We played tag and it also happened to be called Zombie Tag. Our FHE dad made up how to play it. At the start everyone was told whether they were a zombie or a human. There were only 2 zombies to begin with and their goal was to tag everyone and make them turn into a zombie. The humans had to run to the garage of the house FHE was at which was the safe zone. The humans started at a park a couple blocks away and the zombies started at the house.

For the first round I was a human. I started at the park and ran with Anna and a few other girls. We decided to cut through different apartment complexes instead of going straight on the sidewalks. It worked fine until we were a block and a half away. Nobody had followed us through the complexes and nobody knew where we were. Our problem was that the last block and a half was straight and we would have to cross the street to where they would more easily see us. We ventured out to see if anyone was in that area. And yes there was. A guy saw us and immediately came running.

One of the girls and I ran through the parking garage and into the main complex. The guy was following us and was rapidly catching up. We both ran to the end of the complex and down some stairs. I turned quickly at this point and saw our pursuer running towards the perpendicular set of stairs. He was far enough away that I thought we were fine. I told the girl and we slowed down a little to catch our breath. I again turned and instead of running, he was putting his leg over the stair rail. We started running again but his huge leap off the railing and his very quick pace gave him an advantage and he caught us.

I've played tag hundreds of times over the years but I'm pretty sure that I have not had any games as intense as this one. Another point of this story, never let your guard down. You may think that catching your breath is good, but in the long run not so much; never lull yourself into a false sense of security.

Sometimes I Faint

A couple weeks ago I almost fainted. I was on a field trip for Food Commodities (I just call it my field trip class). They gave us pizza for lunch but for drinks they only had sodas, no water. I was smart and knew I was a little dehydrated so I didn't take a soda.

After lunch we went on a tour through the plant at Welfare Square which produced different dairy products. I walked through 90% of the plant without any problems. I was thirsty but not too terribly, or so I thought. We got into the second to last room and I felt significantly warmer in it. I thought it had to do with the heat from some sort of heat treatment to the product but nope, just me. I felt the blood rush from my face and my vision started fading. I had fainted before so I knew that I needed to sit down and I did. Everyone turned to look at me noticed and how pale I looked. Apparently I looked paler than I usually do.

The group moved from the room and decided the tour should end because of me. There was one last machine before the tour was over. We went up to it and stood in a semi-circle around it. I was standing about thirty seconds when I thought I was going to pass out again. I crouched on the ground and although I don't think so I may have fainted at that point for a couple seconds and didn't realize it. My teacher came up and pulled me up then had me sit on a set of stairs leading up to some equipment. They gave me water and I sat there for a few minutes. The rest of the class went around the machine to see all the parts.

After that everyone went back to get samples of some of their products. I had to continue sitting and drinking water. Then I was taken to the lobby and sat on a chair. I didn't have to wait too long when the rest of the class came to where I was. Luckily someone was thoughtful enough to bring me one of the products they were giving out which was BYU chocolate milk! The sad part of that is because someone else picked I missed out on BYU Cookies 'n Cream milk which I think is even better than regular chocolate milk. Although chocolate milk does hydrate, it is not the best since it has protein and isn't straight water. That meant that I also got BYU orange juice. Since oj is just water with sugar and citric acid it does help to hydrate easily. After that no more problems.

The next Monday I skipped that class because I slept in. I then ran into my teacher a couple hours later and I felt really awkward about the situation. I told him that I was sorry I skipped his class my alarm just didn't go off (there is no way I can wake up for an 8am class without one). As I was telling this my teacher said that he worried about me that weekend. Since we were talking about different things I tried to tie my situation back into what he was saying. I responded saying the reason I missed class did not have to do with my fainting, and that I was fine that weekend. Moments like these make me think I should listen better and not blurt out things.

Sometimes Kara Breaks All My Utensils

Freshman year I had a small set of silverware. I got it from my choir teacher right before I graduated High School. It had four pairs of forks, knives and spoons. They weren't super expensive, they were college ones from Target. They had a metal top and the handle was made of plastic. Over my freshman year, they proved to be as cheaply made as the cost. I'm pretty sure that of the 12 utensils, 7 or 8 were broken by Kara and about 2 or 3 more were broken by others.

After Kara had already broken a number of my utensils it became a running joke in the apartment. Up until this point, I don't think I had ever witnessed her breaking them. The first I saw of one dying was once in the kitchen when Kara used a knife to cut her dinner. We were both sitting at the table eating when I heard a weird cracking noise. I looked around for the noise and thought it came from Kara. When I turned to look at her she told me to "Look out the window." Even though I knew what she was up to, I humored her and briefly looked out the window. Then I turned to her and asked her, "Kara, did you just break my knife?" I remember looking back at her and she had this funny expression on her face. She was frowning and tried to look innocent but instead looking 100% guilty.

That was just one time she broke my utensils. She broke plenty more over the year. I think she may have even broken a few by eating soft things like cereal or soup.

When I moved into Sparks my sophomore year, I was the first person in the apartment. This was really fun because I got first choice for everything. I picked my room, bed, which shelf my toiletries were on, and I got to set up the kitchen all before anyone even got there. It was great for those reasons, but not so much with the  things in the kitchen. I had about 2 or 3 utensils left of which none were spoons. In case you didn't know, spoons are pretty irreplaceable. I had basically no food, and some of the few foods I had were cereal and soup which both need spoons. I used teaspoons, tablespoons and the tops of some of the broken spoons (still not sure why I kept those). Luckily, my roommates moved in and I was able to eat cereal normally again.

This past year at the Brittany, Anna and I had the same problem. The funny thing is that Anna also has utensils but none of her spoons made it to this year. The first week, our roommates had no utensils so we had to make due with our minimum assortment of utensils. I had one fork that survived two years of college and Anna had about 3 or 4 of everything so not much. We ended up using a pack of plastic red utensils to supplement for a couple weeks until we had enough utensils to actually last us a dishwasher load.

One of these days, we'll have to buy completely metal utensils (so they can't break) for ourselves so that next year we won't be limited in our ability to eat food.

Sometimes Our Car tries to Kill us Part II

Since the last time I posted about our car, more interesting stuff has happened.

Luckily we've driven it around for the past month with few problems. We even made it to South Jordan from Provo without any issues but our car got a bit messed up this week.

On Monday, we got to drive for FHE. Of course, before we got in the car I reminded them of the last time our car almost killed people when the breaks didn't work. That scare tactic didn't work, they just laughed and said that it was such a funny story.

Driving to our Bishop's house was mostly fine. As we were driving the GPS on our friend's phone froze. We were a little panicked, but another guy had GPS on his phone so he pulled it up. The car was pretty tense for awhile as we hoped we didn't miss our turn. We asked again if it was working, and the response was that the second phone was dying. Then Anna told them to shut up because it was freaking her out. A second later, the first GPS unfroze and worked again. We got the rest of the way there with only one minor wrong turn.

FHE was super hilarious and everyone enjoyed the telephone pictionary game. It works by one person writing a sentence, and the second person draws it and a third writes what they think the sentence is supposed to show. It keeps going until it goes all the way around or you run out of paper. I only mention this because this is the one time I cry on a regular basis. Every stinking time I play this game I am in the corner laughing so hard I cry. And that is awkward.

Everyone got in the car perfectly fine, however it did not stay like that. The back door of our car would not shut. The people kept pulling until the door of our car popped off its hinges. This problem with our car door has happened to our cousins. We knew that if it is pulled open too hard it can get off the track but only partially. Usually when the door doesn't shut, someone can slightly lift the door back into the track and it will work again. When the door was pulled too hard it completely pulled off the tracks.

When the door fell off, luckily Tyler was trying to get in the car parked next to us. Tyler was able to hold up the door while we tried to put it back in. It was super late so it was completely dark outside and we couldn't really see what we were doing. It took us like 7 or 8 minutes to realize that we should tell the bishop to turn on his light outside. Tyler held the door during all 7 or 8 minutes. I'm not even sure how he lasted so long, but only after that time did he tell us how the car door was super heavy.

Eventually, they were able to maneuver the door back into the tracks and we got to leave. It was actually kind of funny because everyone was too scared to open the door again. Instead of going out of their door, the people went out through the passenger door. We still haven't opened the door so we'll see if it falls off again.

Sometimes Weird Stuff Happens to my Smoothies

One time in High School I left the school for something and then I had to be back for an after school activity. The thing to do in high school was to have smoothies, much like here at BYU (Jamba anyone?). Well I came back up to the parking lot and was about to go inside. I was talking to friends and something weird happened and my friend punched my smoothie. It seems I have forgotten the reasoning behind this... Why on earth would someone punch a smoothie? Jealous much? Regardless, my smoothie was slowly melting onto the ground through the newly formed holes at the bottom of the crushed container.

I had to find a way to solve my smoothie dilemma so I went inside to the cafeteria. The only people around were cafeteria workers who were cleaning everything so I went to talk to them. They thought I was trying to buy something but no I wasn't, I just needed a cup to save my poor smoothie. They looked at me funny but gave me a plastic cup anyways. I was able to pour a fragment from my smoothie into the cup, much of my smoothie was lost on the floor.

Another time was at Sam's Club when we lived in Texas when I was younger. At the end of every Sam's trip, our family would head over to the pharmacist's area because our mom's friend was the pharmacist. She would talk and talk and everyone there would get bored. We usually would bug her and instead of leaving she would give us some quarters to go buy a smoothie or a icee (most likely an icee, but smoothie goes with the title).

One time, we got sick of this waiting game and we played our own game. We stuck the smoothie cup into the machine that detects your heart rate. We put it inside and pressed the button, and the machine started to slowly constrict on the cup until it broke and we pulled it out.

We ran to our mom to show her the broken cup and the adults looked at it and us and laughed because the cup was so mangled on the bottom. They told us to go back and get a new cup to contain our mess. When we got there, the guy behind the counter didn't really ask what happened so we were willing to just go with the idea that it just broke, we did nothing. It was quite exciting because instead of just putting another cup underneath it, the employee gave us a whole new smoothie that was completely full. That day we got 1.5 smoothies all for breaking it on purpose. So sometimes there can be benefits for ruining your smoothie.