Stuff and things

Firstly, the other link: Here.

Don't want to bore you with weather, but... it's Rexburg. Weather is important here.

We've had loads of wind lately. Some days it has been a nice wind that reminds me of home. Other days, like today, the wind is icy and cuts right through you.

A few days ago we had a gorgeous sunset unlike any I have ever seen. I'm used to the red and purple sunsets of Erda. This sunset was blue and cream and gold, and looked like heaven descending to earth. Really beautiful. I would've taken a picture, but I was walking somewhere when I saw it and didn't have my camera with me.

As for other things... We had midterms. So I've stayed up late pretty much every night this week, working on homework and stuff. Also, I kind of was sick this week. Not too fun.

Erm... Sorry, guys, this update is boring. Sometime, I will do posts about what I'm thinking rather than what I'm doing, and perhaps that will be more interesting.

Fun fun

First, the promised link from last week's story: here.

And, TWO STORIES THIS WEEK to make up for being late with that link. Unfortunately, only one has been posted online yet: here.

Actually, I don't think they published two stories by me this week for that reason... I believe it's cause I wrote the second story almost a month ago and they haven't had room for it til now. *shrugs*

This last weekend being Presidents day, we had a long weekend. Due to some last minute convincing from my mom and the amazingness that is the Salt Lake Express, I magically appeared at home at 6:15 in the morning after a very long ride (I got on the bus at 2 am) and surprised my brother Jared, who was visiting.

Then... I slept. I would say I slept for hours and hours and hours, but it actually only ended up being from about 7 to about noon... which technically is hours and hours and hours, isn't it. Hmm. Well, around 12 my bestie Jessica texted a reply to something I'd texted the day before asking where I was. When I told her I was in Utah, she stopped texting and called to excitedly tell me that she was coming over immediately to see me.

Of course, I got up for that.

After about an hour, she and her sister Rachel had to leave, so we said goodbye... and I went back to sleep.

At about 4, she called again, asking if I wanted to go shopping. I decided that if I didn't get up sometime, I would get my days and nights mixed up, and anything with Jessica is fun, so I agreed.

I still hadn't surprised my sister, Gwen, yet, so Jared came and got me after about an hour of shopping and took me up to her house. There, he knocked on the door and told her he had brought a friend, whereupon I walked around the corner and she squealed quite adorably.

We spent several lovely hours with Gwen and her family and then went home, where Jared and I had some sibling bonding time over pizza and James Bond.

The next day was Sunday, and Stake Conference, and I (still catching up on sleep, mind) woke up barely in time to be ready for it. In fact, I don't think I had any makeup on and my hair was still wet when we got there. There were several really nice talks; I enjoyed it a lot. Afterward we said Goodbye to Jared and sent him off to catch his plane back to his girls. I fiddled on the piano for a while then convinced my dad to watch three episodes of Sherlock in a row with me.

Afterwards we ate my favoritest dish in the world, this broccoli fetticine stuff that mom discovered last year, and played Clue for hours. I won both games. Or I would've won the first one, anyway, if mom hadn't put two room cards and a person card in the envelope instead a room, a person and a weapon. I love Clue. We listened to the Sherlock soundtrack in the background while playing. Most stimulating.

I haven't told you guys about my obsession with Sherlock on here yet, have I? Hmm. Post idea.

I got a very long sleep, til noon the next day, then went to the eyedoctors and gave them my scratched old glasses so that they could put new lenses in the frames. While waiting for them to be done, I spent another hour and a half with my sister and her family and enjoyed it a lot. Had to get going though, so we went back and picked up my glasses just in time to get me home to pack and eat dinner on the way to the bus stop.

I had another long drive back up here, during which I did a LOT of homework, and then, arriving, discovered that my amazingly sweet friends Stephanie (you remember her, she's one of my roommates) and Aretha (my friend from India) walked through the snow all the way across campus to 'pick me up' (walk me home) from the bus stop. They're just lovely, aren't they?

And that, my dears, was my weekend. I hope it was long and detailed enough for you (Dad).

I am going to bed now. Goodnight!

Annie the Snowwoman

Well, I told you I'd show these pics to you eventually. This happened several weeks ago now. It was the second snow of the semester, the first that we were all home for.

Stephanie, Lindsey, Aretha, Jessy and I went out to giggle like small children at the snowflakes. Lindsey and Stephanie made snow angels while Aretha and Jessy took pictures. Afterwards, those two went back inside and Lindsey, Stephanie and I drew pictures in the snow on the sidewalk and wrote messages and stuff. Then, because we were beginning to freeze, we were about to go in and be done when Stephanie and a girl from the next dorm over started a snowman. My shoes (just the slippers I'd had on to keep my feet warm inside) were soaked through, so I went in and put on boots and gloves and then rejoined them.

Once the snowman was up, we decided to make her a woman, because, you know, men can't be in the confines of the dorm after midnight, and we didn't think this one would be leaving anytime soon. So it was that Annie (named after Annie S. Kerr, the namesake of our dorms) was born.

The original Annie, before her make-over, provided by yours truly.

After make-over. She looks so much happier with definable eyes and I straight nose, don't you think?

The girl from the next dorm over who's name I have most unfortunately forgotten.

The Ode to Annie the Snowwoman

Beautiful Annie, made from the snow

after one night, she had to goooo.

The sidewalk scrapers didn't approve,

said poor Annie would have to move.

So they sent her tumbling down the hill,

so there she lies crumbling, in pieces still.

Of hat and scarf, we've nary a sign,

but don't worry, they're Stephanie's, not mine.

The end.

P.S. First sports article came out in the paper today, but hasn't been put online yet. I'll link it when it appears.

It's Sunday afternoon...

and I want to nap.

Mmmmyep.

Now that we've got that out of the way, here's a quick update on my life.

I had a Women's Choir concert last night... well, two of them. We did the same thing twice. It was a Barbershop thing and lots of fun. For our first song, the Bases (normally called Alto 2s) jumped out of the first row and onto the stage, then the rest of us either ran across the stage or burst through the side doors. It was quite the entrance, if you ask me. I was one of the side door people. Then we all ran up onto the stage and found our places on the risers. After the opening prayer we sang Sweet Hour of Prayer, and then we sang (and did actions, including passing big green leaves) High Hopes. You've heard it, I'm sure. "Once there was a little old ant, thought he'd move a rubber tree plant..." etc.

Besides the concerts (and all accompanying rehearsals) I've also had two tests, two seminars and plenty of homework this week, which is my excuse for not posting in a while.

In other News, I've been switched (sniff, sniff, sob) from the Arts and Entertainment section of the Scroll to the Sports section. Apparently, because Sports lost four of the seven writers they originally had, they decided to steal me from A&E 'cause A&E has nine writers... or had. Now, without me, they have eight. We'll see how this new thing goes, since I know next to nothing about Sports and have never had much interest in playing them.

Probably ought to mention that I have lovely classes. I adore my history and English classes, my science class is a lot of fun, women's choir is exhausting but exciting, and I think I'm starting to get the hang of writing for the Scroll. (No article this week, sorry. They didn't have room for the story I wrote in this week's edition, it'll be in next week's. It isn't time sensitive, so it'll be fine whenever they decide to put it up.)

My friend Sarah had a birthday this week. She's 17 now. You all ought to wish her Happy Birthday in the comments.

Um.... yeah. I can't think of anything else to write.

OH. We built a snow-woman a few weeks back and I got pictures. I'll post them sometime.

Now that's all.