Bright Copper Kettles and Warm Woolen Mittens

I try to love a lot of things. I just really think that life is so much more worthwhile if you feel passionate about everything that you do! Especially since I've been up here at USU, I have really been trying to open my heart to the glories of life. Therefore, I am about to expound on my favorite parts of life. Be prepared guys, this is going to be intense!

1. My Bike: If you've seen my bike, you understand why. If you haven't-you are extremely deprived! I've always loved my bike it is just the most adorable method of commuting known to man, but since I've come up here and my bike has become my primary source of transportation I have developed a greater love for my bike. I know this sounds incredibly vain, but I love when I ride it around campus and get looks of admiration from the general public. It's also a great conversation starter too, I have had many people start talking to me about my bike and many of them have been men type people of the not ugly persuasion! 
2. Swing Dancing: I know I've talked about this before, but I really do love it! If you've never been swing dancing, you have to do it! Not only is it incredibly fun, but it's also a crazy-good workout! I have met many attractive men in my swing dance class, and dancing with people is a really good way to get to know them! You can tell a lot about a man by the way he dances! 
3. Squirrels: There are so many squirrels up here it's insane! I see them everywhere, but the  one that the boys that live down the hall have christened "King James" is definitely the best. King James lives in these pine trees right by our apartment, and he's always doing hilarious stuff. He really likes chucking stuff at anyone who walks past him, he's a vicious little guy, but he makes life a lot more interesting.

I really do have a lot more, but for length purposes I'll end here.

You will hear more from me....I'll be baaack (that was supposed to sound like Ahnold, I'm not sure how well it worked though.)

Do Not Feed the Animals!

Well folks, I didn't make the swing dance team. I will admit, the odds were kind of against me. There were seven open positions...and I think 30 girls tried out. Not very good chances.

No worries though, I still get to be in my swing dance class, and I've already found some other activities to occupy my time!

You may think this sounds totally redneck/hick/lame, but I joined the Animal Science Club! YeeHaw! Giddyap Pardner!! I promise though, as dumb as you think the Animal Science club sounds, I'm actually very excited!

I went to the opening social last night with my friend Caroline, and even though we were the only ones there not wearing cowboy boots and obscenely big belt buckles, we had a lot of fun! The social was held up at First Dam, which is this adorable little pond thing with a dock and all these ducks and geese, I'm definitely going to be spending a lot of time up there now. Caroline and I ate delicious hamburgers and made small talk with all our fellow animal-sciencers, and then we found this man who had the cutest little puppy I've ever seen in my life! It was an Australian Shepherd named Doc, and he and I had an instant connection.

So, there we were playing with the puppy and feeding hamburger buns to the ducks when we saw a gang of geese approaching. I know that the plural term for goose is usually called a gaggle, but I promise ladies and gents, this was no gaggle. They were like a motorcycle gang...but geese. They saw us feeding all the cute little ducks, came roaring over on their little goose-sized harley davidson's and began wreaking all kinds of havoc! Little Doc had never been in a close proximity to geese before, and as any other puppy would do, he scampered on over to investigate.

(This scene works best if you imagine Doc as an adorable toddler and the goose as the biggest, baddest, toughest man you've ever seen in your life.)

So, there goes little Doc, innocently prancing on over to the goose and then the scariest thing of my life happened! The goose raised up it's huge, ugly goose head, started hissing like some evil banshee, and then charged little Doc!! Doc by this time had seen quite enough of this goose and was scared out of his little puppy wits! I grabbed Doc, and we began retreating, but this was no ordinary goose because he started chasing us, and if you've never been chased by a goose, I can assure you that it is a very frightening experience!

I was afraid for my life.

Luckily, just as all hope was lost, this amazing cowboy man jumped up, whipped out has lasso, and tried to rope the evil goose! Unfortunately, he didn't suceed, but he scared the crap out of the goose and it waddled away like the overgrown chicken it really was! I was schocked and amazed because I was completely unaware that there were still people in the world that carry lassos around. I am very glad that this man did, because otherwise I might not be here today.

The moral of this story: Know where your towel is....

College Men

I've been up here at college for a month now, and though I'm not a true Aggie, I have met many delectable man-type people! You might find this post horribly cliche, but as a freshman college girl, appreciating the beauty of people with high levels of testosterone is one of the high points of my day! I will now tell you about a few of the men that I've encountered, for security purposes i've changed their names, but I promise that everything I say is 100% true!!


 Man #1

    This man, that I will call Jared started out being very charming, but sadly, things have greatly deteriorated between us. He lives next door to me, and when I first moved in I ran into him a couple times and thought that he was very nice. He's not really my type-he's like 6"3 and built like a linebacker, but I guess he's mostly attractive. Anyway, we had a few little flirty moments, I made his apartment cookies and then he made me cookies, he ran into me in the hall and gave me a hug, you know those fun little moments where you can enjoy your attraction to men-type people. Then, after labor-day weekend, he walked by and saw that I was in my apartment, he stopped by, came in and we started talking. I was expecting a little five minute chat about our majors or something. I guess my expectations where way off because he spent FIVE HOURS telling me everything that had ever happened to him from the second grade up until senior year. I was polite at first, trying to listen, showing sympathy at appropriate times, but when he spent two hours alone talking about his past relationships and all the girls he had dated in high school I was not only annoyed, but bored out of my mind. I started trying to give him subtle hints that he should leave, but he is the most obtuse person I've come in contact with in a long time and didn't pick up on any of them.

After he FINALLY left, I ranted about Jared's ridiculous behavior with my roommates. I discovered that what I had just endured was a common occurrence in our apartment building. Apparently, Jared will make rounds around the building and when he finds an open apartment occupied with females, he will invite himself in, start talking, and NEVER STOP!! After my eyes were opened to his actions, I warned the rest of my roommates and now whenever we are in our apartment, we sit in the living room with the blinds shut tight and the door firmly closed. It is going to be a looooooooong year.

Man #2

    This man, we'll call him Kyle, is more my kind of man. We met in my ridiculously fun swing dance class, and then discovered that we live right down the hall from each other. He's really really nice, he's cute, and he's kind of shy and nerdy which I think is adorable. He's also a very good swing dancer :) I've hung out with him at church and walked to class with him a couple times and I just think he's awesome. Even if nothing romantic ever happens, I hope that we can at least be good friends this year. 

Man #3

     This guy needs a really macho name....Derek...Phillip...Naveen...Aladdin...yup I'm sticking with Aladdin.

Aladdin is ridiculously attractive, he's not super tall which is a plus for me, he's tan with dark hair,  really white teeth, and very nicely defined arms. He's also in my swing dance class and is so much fun to dance with. He did marching band in high school which makes him even more attractive, and he's really really nice. He's also lives in my building so I get to see him quite a bit! I just love college! ;)

So far, these are really the only men that I have enough to say about. I see tons of super attractive guys all over the place, but with so many people up here, you see them once and then never again. Never fear though, where there are men, I will find them!

Life, Love, Lindy-Hop

It's not every day that you find your calling in life.Well I guess it could be if you had short-term memory loss and rediscovered your calling every day. But still, it wouldn't really be every day because the next day you'd forget it had ever happened...anyway...life callings. Yeah. Good stuff.

This semester, I decided to take a big band swing dance class. It was a pretty random decision, I wanted to take Ultimate Frisbee but at the last minute I felt a huge urge to take swing dance instead, almost like destiny (moving and mysterious music....). Almost from the moment I entered the class, I could tell that something incredible was going to happen, then we started dancing and my mind. Was. BLOWN!

Never before In My Life!! have I had so much fun doing something so random and simple. I mean, swing dancing has been around for kajillions of years and I'm just barely discovering how amazing it is. I learned the triple step, I learned the charleston, I learned the lindy-hop and I had so much fun doing it!

Honestly though, what isn't there to like about swing dancing? It's fun, it has to burn tons of calories because you're bouncing around the whole time like you're wearing those moon boot thingies that were way popular in the mid 90's, you get to dance to awesome music, and my class is full of men-type people, most of which are severely not-ugly. It is like heaven in a class....this class is like an angel....hee hee.

After my first class I found out that USU has a Swing dance team! As soon as I heard about it, I knew that I had to try out. So I went to tryouts yesterday and spent six hours doing more swing dancing than I've ever done in my life!! I learned this amazingly fun Charleston routine and then I learned the Lindy-Hop. I had so much fun learning everything, and hopefully my audition was good enough to make the team. I won't know until Tuesday, but I really REALLY hope that I made it!!!

If you need me, I'll be Charleston-ing like no other....mother....brother....snother.

Haha...Snother.

Quality Time in the Bathroom

My first two week at college were extremely frustrating when it came to the matter of internet connections. I would be able to connect to USU's wireless and then randomly and for no apparent reason-I would be unceremoniously rejected. At first this was merely a nuisance, but when classes started and I was given copious amounts of homework via the internet, the unpredictable and unexplainable rejection by the wifi had me very frustrated. Very frustrated indeed precious...

I sought counsel from my roommates, hoping that they would have a solution to my problem. Sadly, they were all suffering from the same dilemma. I next went to my RA, hoping that he would have sufficient knowledge to solve my problem, he merely said to give the network time and that is should be better by the end of the week.

So I waited. Very patiently I might add. But the situation did not improve.

I was almost at my wits end, almost devoid of hope that I would ever be able to use my internet for more than a few minutes at a time, when we made a startling discovery! Two of my roommates who had been spending quality time with the boys next door had mentioned or networking dilemma. The boys thought this rather odd since they had been having no problems whatsoever with their computers. Then we discovered that the wireless router that sends out our signal is in their room. Apparently the USU networking masterminds decided that only every other room in the dorms needed a router.

I believe this to be poppycock.

Sadly, there is nothing that a freshman girl of my small stature can do to change this. So how?, you may ask, will I survive with these conditions?

The answer is, whenever I need to use the internet, I go sit in the part of our apartment which is closest to the boy's router. Sadly, this room happens to be the bathroom. So i guess that the bathroom and I will be spending a lot of quality time together over the next year....

Joy.