I am a Model. Obviously.

There I was at work, minding my own business, when a guy from marketing asked me if I wanted to be a model for one of their ads. I laughed at him, because I thought he was making fun of me. He was –unfortunately- not joking, and he said I would get paid for it. I need money, so I said yes. It turns out I am the only 20 year old female in the office, which means they didn’t have many people to choose from!

So I went to the place where they were taking pictures, and the photographer gave me scrubs that were size LARGE! They sure made me look large, and the dear photographer told me so. The photographer told me to change poses every time I heard a click. Well… I ran out of poses on click #3, which irritated the man. That’s what he gets for calling me fat. So now there are these terrible, embarrassing pictures of me that will be blown up to 10 feet tall and put around on billboards and trade shows. I am not happy, friends. Not happy.

My modeling career is officially over!

Candy, like, Corn

WHY DO I LIKE CANDY CORN?!

Seriously, it is corn syrup with food coloring mixed in, and yet I consume it in vast quantities.

Er, and, also, um, I think someone is buying our apartment. If this is true, then it is time for me to start apartment hunting again. I now know that space is important. No mold is important. Being close to campus is important. Not having a mean, crazy neighbor would be cool, too.

If anyone has any Provo apartment suggestions, let me know :)

Ghost Hunting. BOO!

This weekend was Godfrey Cousin Ghost Hunting weekend. It was Seth’s first time, and I am not so sure he found it as enjoyable as he should have.

We started off driving up to Logan, and it was gorgeous because the trees know just the right shades of orange to turn. I was running completely on Red Bull, which may have altered the trees’ colors. I only regret not taking any pictures of them.

Then Bryce, Elly, Teagan, and I went to the Logan Pumpkin Walk, which was so fun! I used to go there every Halloween when I was little.

After the pumpkin walk and using some scary porta-potties, we went to an old, scary, abandoned houses. We were afraid of getting attacked by the cops, so we did not go in the first one. However, we braved into the second one. Bryce, Elly, and I saw a ghost man thing (shut up, you non-believers) when we went behind the house. We ran like crazy people back to the car.

We drove through a few graveyards, as well. I have decided that I want my gravestone as creepy as possible after I die. I am imagining a huge angel that cries every Tuesday at midnight. That way I can be famous, and every teenager will come and see me when I am dead. Ok, that isn’t really why. I just think it’d be fun to get kids scared of my gravestone. Is that weird? Probably.

We also visited the Indian Schools, which really are creepy. It wasn’t as creepy this year, because they are tearing them down.

I am already excited for next year's excursions.

In-laws and Afros

Since I was little, I assumed in-laws were evil people that were meant to irk and make you feel as horrible as possible about yourself. I blame movies, mostly, for this point of view. Because Seth’s mom will be visiting this evening, I was thinking about my in-laws and how lucky I am. Seth’s parents are genuinely kind people. They have done everything to make me feel welcome and comfortable with them. Even though they probably find me exceptionally strange and socially awkward (because I AM), they treat me as though they are happy to have me join their family.

I know a few people who are not in the same situation as I am; so yay for me.

On a completely different topic, last night I went to Tessa’s Mary Kay party. I actually enjoyed it…but that was probably because I was hanging out with Tessa, not because I was rubbing random gunk into my face.

AND THE END OF THE WORLD IS COMING….AGAIN!!!

Also, the girl who might be buying our apartment has HUGE hair. It’s a blond afro. Watch out, African American men. You have competition.

Politics, I Miss Thee

There was a HUGE ordeal at work today about a software problem. (It really wasn't that big of a deal, but people acted like it was.) So during this HUGE ordeal, I had to go speak with one of the main software coders. We didn't talk about software coding at all. We talked about politics...for an hour. He is super Republican, and so it was really interesting to hear his take on all the Republican candidates. Then another guy who is Libertarian stopped by to join us in our conversation. The circumstances sound like the beginning of a joke.

The whole point that I just failed to make is that I miss talking about politics. I used to talk about them all the time, as I have always had political science classes in college. Now that I am graduated, I don't have that opportunity.

Soooo if you ever feel the need to talk about politics, call me, e-mail me, walk up to my face, etc.

Thanks in advance.

This will be a rant. I even popped my knuckles before I decided to write this.

Imagine some angry rock music in the background. Rage Against the Machine would probably do just splendidly.

My apartment manager e-mailed me yesterday, informing me the contract to our apartment has been sold. Of course I was more than excited, and I beleive Seth was, too. I told my family I was moving and even began looking at other places.

THEN

Today my apartment manager tells me the contract has NOT been sold. The person just said they MIGHT want to buy it. THEY HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN THE APARTMENT!!! My manager lied and is a complete idiot. I wouldn't normally be so harsh on someone, but I have had enough of him equivocating every communication he has had with me. May he change jobs and become a garbage man.

That is all, my dears.

Jason is Leaving FOREVER

I enjoy boring weekends. I enjoy the kind where there is nothing to do, and I can just sit there and read for hours and not feel guilty.

This weekend was not like that, but I loved it.

Jason is leaving for the Dominican Republic for his LDS mission on Wednesday, so Seth and I went up to see him. He had to give a talk in church on Sunday, and the topic was on preparing to go on a mission. He made a good point when he said, “How should I know? I haven’t been on one, yet.” True dat.

On Saturday night, most of the cousins went to The Haunted Mill. If you are in the Rexburg area, it is definitely worth standing in line for. (Although, you should go on Monday, because it’s only 5 bucks on Mondays.) The Mill was scary enough to make me scream like a little girl. There was one point where a lady (who looked like a dummy) was sitting on a chair with a chain saw in her hands. It turns out she was NOT a dummy; she turned the chain saw on and jumped out at me. I don’t think I’ve ever ran away from anything so fast. I felt bad for David and Jacob, though. Whenever one of them was walking in front of me, I held onto them for dear life.

The line was scary, too. There was a warning that said, “The Haunted Mill uses a fog machine,” but someone had added a line, so it said, “fag machine.” Seth pointed it out, and this rather pinguid girl in front of him started telling him that he was being offensive and was being rather rude to him. I would have beat her up, but…fat people scare me.

David, Teagan, and I will be starting a haunted house one day. It’s pretty darn lucrative, and we have had plenty of practice. I am being really serious, too.

May I just add that everything is better with Seth? I just realized it is our one month anniversary. Getting married to my best friend was the best decision I have ever made. I would suggest it to anyone.