My New Best Friend

So today, I was in a funk. I'm not quite sure what was wrong, just the stress of moving into a new place and starting school again I guess... but I was just really sad. And I needed to cry. If you're a girl, you know exactly what I'm talking about. If you're a man, don't judge me. Girls cry. I hate crying in front of people, so I wanted some solitude. This is very hard to find when you live in a teeny apartment with five other girls...so I went for a walk and discovered my new favorite place.

Behind the parking lot of my apartment building, there is this random little foresty glen- I walked into there and found this beautiful, wise looking, old tree. I climbed way up into it's branches, wrapped my arms around the trunk, and bawled my eyes out. Then- I wrote this poem:

From The Branches Of A Kind Tree

I love this tree.

Today my soul is frayed.

No longer who I once was,

But not yet who I'm becoming

I felt even the softest breeze could tear

Me

Apart.

And my shreds of soul would be lost

Lost to the wind

And the world.

Shoeless and Smileless

With a tattered soul,

I wandered into the dusk searching for comfort.

And my heart lead my feet

To this tree.

"Come" She called

"I won't let you fall"

So I climbed.

And her branches felt like my mother's arms.

I told her of my wounds and my woes

And she listened.

Every word.

I wept with my cheek against her wise, old trunk

And she caught every

Single tear.

And as I walked away with her bark imprints on my face

I looked back- and she whispered

"Don't worry my child, I'll always be here."

Moral of this Story: Cry in a tree

The End.



Note To Shelf....I Rock.

Just an FYI.

In this post I am going to be tooting my own horn.

This is my blog, I'm allowed to do that.

Remember when I told you guys that my apartment is super small?

Well, I totally meant it.

We still have two girls that need to move in, and there is no space.

Especially in the kitchen.

I don't even have hardly any food, and I was taking up almost half the cupboard space, my roommate Haydn is a crazy baker woman and has enough baking stuff to fill up three kitchens. It was a problem.

So.

Today.

Myself and Haydn set out on a mission.

We were going to find some shelves that we could put in our kitchen, so that there was actually some space for everyone's food. We left the safe haven of our teeny apartment and ventured out into the great unkown, into the wild wilderness of shopping centers located in the Cache Valley area.

Our journey first took us to Hobby Lobby. I fetching LOVE this place. I want to have 18 houses that I can fill up with all the cute stuff from this store. Also IKEA. We walked that store up and down...and also sideways. But despite our greatest efforts, no suitable shelves were found. We found some really super cute ones, and we wanted them....but then we realized that we're poor...and we still need to buy groceries...so we moved on.

Our second endeavor led us to ROSS. This is another store that I have much affection for. When you are in college, and you love to buy clothes- ROSS is comparable to the Merry Old Land Of Oz. You can get super cute shirts there for like five bucks! It rocks.

Unfortunately, they don't really have shelves.

'Twas a bummer.

After ROSS, we headed to Michael's, sure that they would have what we were looking for. It turns out...they didn't. We found diddly squat at that place and we were starting to get discouraged. We wanted our shelves dang it!!! We then went to ShopKo. Also Diddly-Squat. Then, Haydn recalled that her grandmother suggested we take our journey to K-Mart. Neither of us had ever shopped there ever, so we were a little skeptical, but decided we had nothing left to lose.

We walked into K-Mart, browsed around for a bit, and then do you know what we found??? We found the coolest thing ever, it was a lamp shaped like one of the cute little green aliens from Toy Story. I was in awe. Also....WE FOUND SHELVES!!!! They're just simple little white storage unit shelves, but they're cute, they work, AND they were only 15 bucks! We scored.

Big Time.

We then scurried home like little rabbits, because we wanted to get our shelves put together before Haydn had to go to work. We unpackaged them, read the instructions, and then realized one major flaw in our shelf-building plans.

We don't have tools.

None at all.

We're women. Building things is not our forte, so it didn't even occur to us to bring something like a screwdriver to college.

That's what men are for.

So, we went to all the apartments around ours trying to find ANYONE with a screwdriver. 20 minutes and 8 apartments later, we finally found one. A very nice gentleman named Cliff lent us his very nifty Phillips-Head screwdriver and we were back in business!!

I took us all of 15 minutes, and we had our shelves. They look awesome, we put them together the right way and everything!

I've never built anything before in my life, except legos...so this was a huge deal for me!! I am so proud of myself it's not even funny.

Not even a little bit.

Moral of this story: Gingers get things done!!

The End.

Feelin' It In My Gizzard

On Monday I once again said farewell to my family and hometown and moved back up to Logan, Utah. Moving out was sad business, since I really love my family and had a lot of fun being home with them this summer, but I am definitely ready to be back up at school. I love Logan. I love Utah State. And I love my apartment.

Last summer, I lived in a dorm. It was tiny, but I loved it so much! It was a great atmosphere and all the people that lived around me were amazing! We all became really good friends, and still do stuff together. This year, me and some of my former roommates decided to live off campus in some apartments that were supposed to be bigger...It turns out that our apartment is very small, and has no storage space, but I actually really love it. It's cute, and cozy, and already it feels like a home.

AWESOME THINGS ABOUT MY APARTMENT:

• It has an upstairs AND a downstairs
• It has a dishwasher
• I live there
• My amazing fabulous roommies/ favorite people of all time ever live there too!
• We have a Harry Potter cupboard
• The Harry Potter cupboard has a trapdoor in the floor that I'm 87% sure leads to Narnia. I'll keep you posted.
• There are TWO BATHROOMS!!
• It's just the absolute cutest thing ever.

I am so. So. excited to live here. I just know that this year is going to be amazing. It's going to be great. And I'll tell you guys all about it.

The End

Recovering Summer: Chapter One

When this summer started, I was under the misconception that I would have free time in which to do things like party with peeps or blog or even sleep at decent hours. Yeah...that would have been fun. Sadly, it seems fate had different plans for me. Or that fate is really pissed off at me and wanted to make me miserable all summer long. Whatevs.

So, since I really had no time to update you on my life in a timely manner, I'm going to tell you about it now. In installments. Here's the first one:

Recovering Summer

Chapter One: I DON'T Want to Marry My Stalker!

It was summer. It was hot. And Brittany was working. At that exact moment, Brittany was standing in the hot sun at an amusement park, yelling at a man that had decided to start spitting at people from the ride she was operating. Brittany had quickly stopped the ride (a swing carousel called Turn of The Century) and was passionately lecturing the guests on proper riding etiquette. This was the fourth time that day she'd had to deal with misbehaving riders and she wanted very dearly to punch everyone she saw. As she stood at the ride's entrance tired, sweaty, and with some strange man's saliva in her hair, she wondered to herself how this day could possibly get any worse. Sadly, she only needed to wait a few hours to find out.

The amusement park that Brittany worked for was part of a Work and Travel program that brought a lot of workers from Europe who were hired just for the summer, and then sent back to Europe. Sometimes this was a good thing, for many of the foreign men were very, very attractive individuals that were also a lot of fun to work with. The rest of them though, were creepers. There was a group of foreign men that had a bet going to see who could sleep with the most American girls while they were here. One of those men worked with Brittany her second shift, and then the trouble started.

He seemed nice enough to Brittany at first, he wasn't especially attractive, but he'd been funny and chatty when they'd worked together. She left for the night thinking she'd made a new friend, which was always a plus for her. Over the next few days though, things started getting strange. The creeper man started finding out what rides Brittany was working, and then when he was on break he would go stand at her ride and just watch her work. One night, he waited for her to clock out, and asked if he could walk with her to her car. By this time, Brittany was becoming very afraid of this foreign man. She'd heard many stories about the men from his country, and was worried he would attack her. Luckily he didn't. But she decided that he was definitely becoming a problem, and started thinking about the nicest way she could get him to leave her alone.

Later that week, the foreign man asked Brittany to go to a movie with him that weekend. He'd already found out her whole schedule for that week, so she couldn't use work as an excuse to get out of it. She told him that she would go, but immediately started forming a back-out plan. Brittany was not very good at dealing with stalkers, so she probably could have handled the entire situation much better. But she didn't. She texted the foreign man the night before their date and told him she was sick. She knew it was a lame excuse, but kind of hoped that the foreign man would take the hint and start leaving her alone. No such luck. After that, he started changing his schedule so that they were working the same rides. Even if he wasn't working, he would come to the park and watch Brittany while she worked. He was constantly texting her, trying to get her to promise to go out with him. Brittany started to really get afraid. She talked to her managers, she wouldn't go anywhere by herself, she even made one of her friends walk her to her car every night so that she wouldn't be alone with the creepy foreigner. Finally she had enough, she told her managers that the Foreign man would not leave her alone, and that if they didn't talk to him she would press sexual harrassment charges against him. She also had her friend who was dating the foreigner's roommate have the roommate talk to him. After that, the foreigner hated her. But he did leave her alone. And she was one very happy chicken.

The End.