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I should be doing my homework like Brittany, but I chose to post instead

I have officially been in school for one month. Wah-freaking-whoo! Just kidding. Let me update you on my life.

I have teacher named Jill who tells me to tell the distracting voices in my head to go. But I have to tell them nicely because they are stubborn voices they won't leave if I am mean to them. Whatev!

I drank a faux-margirita at a Luau. It rocked.

I rode a horse for the first time. (if you don't count the times I rode on a pony in a circle during Draper Days) The horse's name was Buck and I am afraid to know where he got that name from.

I got engaged to a cute guy. Engaged in service that is. I am on the freshman board for the service learning center and we were in the homecoming parade. One of SUU's themes is "Getting Engaged" so we decided to pass out ring pops. This kid named Darcy (Mr. Darcy that is JK) dressed up in a suit and practiced proposing to me. He said "Will you get engaged with me?" Not how I expected that to go, but hey...

Occasionally, my neighbor Martha will come and sleep in my bed or just chill in my bed with me because it's so freaking cold in my building. (not being kinkalishish way possible)

My roommates (minus one) went to Winger's the other day and told the waitress that it was Jessica's birthday and so we all got to share an Asphalt pie. Holy YUM!

My roommate Jo and I do Tae Bo every other night. Pretty intesnse.

I went to St. George and bought two pairs of pants for $25. Love it!

I wrote my first English paper about shopping being my leisure activity. I said it was a genetically based hobby passed from generation. I love shopping.

I went to second ever football game. I hated the first one and left early, but this one was homecoming and it basically rocked. All the roomies went together and we saw LJ and her roomies. For the first time in my life, I cheered for the T-Birds. What now P-Town. Oh yeah, we won.

Well, I am going to do my homework now. By the way, Dustin told on Tazer girl and she thinks my roommate Ryane told our RA about it. She's crazy, Tazer I mean. She had it on top of the fridge and Jane opened up the fridge and it went off on the ground. Everyone next door screamed and she just laughed. Laughed I tell you. It apparently is legal for her to have. I still don't know how I feel about it. I am also considering about cutting my hair. What do you think?

Last night my Bishop talked to me about Grinding

I had a getting to know your bishop interview last night and I decided that I really like my bishop. He told me that we need to fill the large gap between my generation and his generation. That's were the grinding came in. He told me he didn't know what it meant and all I thought was "Please don't make me explain it to him!!!". He said that he had to go home one night and call up one of his kids and ask them. Could you imagine that confersation? ("Son, what does it mean to grind?" "Well dad...") He told me this interesting story of when he went to go listen to a motivational speaker. The speaker told everyone who was born before a certain date to raise their hands. When they all raised their hands, he asked them if they had a twenty dollar bill or anything higher on them at that very moment to keep their hands in the air. When about 95% of the people still had their hands in the air, he said the reason why they have this is because they grew up during the depression and they learned to always have money on them in case anything happened. The speaker then asked the next group of people who were born before another date to stand up and whoever had a twenty dollar bill on them to keep standing. He said the reason why so many people in that particular generation had that money on them was because they had heard the stories of their parents from the depression and it became a habit for them because of their parents. He asked another group, which were a much younger group, to raise up anything worth five dollars or more and about 95% of the group held up credit cards. I don't really know what that had to do with anything, but I thought that story was good. He said that the reason why we (my generation) needs to conect with the older generation is because we all need to help each other out and be one big happy family. I like my bishop because he always says "we need to be one big happy family".

On a side note, I slept through my 9:00 class yesterday meaning I woke up at 9:30 and missed it. I made the horrible mistake of telling Dustin this and he made me a special chart. It says "Elisabeth's On-Time Chart" and it's hanging on my closet door. When I am on time to all of my classes, I get to put an X in one of the boxes, but if I'm late or miss a class I have to put a frowny face in the box. There are pictures of celebrity boys who "all girls think are hot" on the chart because "Elisabeth, everyone wants you go to class". I am very disgusted at the fact that Dustin thought I could possible think pasty Ashton Kutcher or creepy Elijah Wood were attractive. I do feel a tad bit humiliated as well...

Li, the smashed cantalope head

Our roommate Moisa (Mo for short) brought home a cantalope. She's algeric, but she forgot to tell us that we could eat it. As a result, it sat on our table for about a week in the hot sun. Well, it kind of stunk. Tonight, we drew a Chinese face on it and through it out over the balcony onto the parking lot. We laughed for like 5 minutes. The End. (note: no real Chinese people were harmed during the smashing of the cantalope)

*by the way, a girl who lives next door has a tazer. How should I feel about that? Martha jokes that we just need to tazer her bad attitude. Her belly button is all fixed now. Just so you know*

Martha's bellybutton problem and Tommy's Doughnuts dilema...and other

Today was freezing. It was really windy. I went to our stake kickball tournament and I almost got blown over while I was walking. It was pretty crazy. Okay, now that I have taken care of talking about the weather: In other news, my neighbor Martha pierced her belly button. It is now infected. Just thought I should share. She fainted yesterday because it hurt, and it is really gross looking. I wanted to take a picture of it, but she wouldn't let me. (By the way, I am happy to say that I have finally figured out how to upload my pictures! Thank you for helping me)
One of my roomates got a job at Tommy's Doughnuts. It is all good and whatever, but she brings home her mistakes every morning in a big paper bag! I try to resist, but please tell how I say no to Mr. Doughnut!!! Another thing I am learning to say no to is Mr. Movie. Every night, someone puts in a movie on the downstairs TV. I start to go to bed, but they say "Hey Elisabeth, we're watching a movie. Wanna watch with us?" As a result to my weaknesses, I have reasons to believe that the "Freshman 15" will take it's effects on me, and I haven't gone to bed earlier than midnight since I have gotten here.

Tonight, I went to Denny's with Brittany and our roommate Ryane. It was crazy fun. I ordered a OJ Fizzle. (Fo Rizzle?) It was fun, but it still doesn't top off the crazy fun times at IHOP. Here is the picture of my drink. It was pretty good.
Well, I need to go to bed. I am almost tempted to go and watch The Island with the girls downstairs. I will now leave you with of picture of my bad A self.

Ode To a Police Officer Putting Out Fire
I am sitting in the computer lab procrastinating (who me?) Last night, my roomates and I were getting ready for a fireside when our neighbors Jane and Martha came in telling us there was a fire in the parking lot. We rushed out to the balcony and sure enough a car was on fire. We stood there watching it burn for like 5 min wondering where the heck the fire department was. Enter the Police. Have I mentioned to you that I have seen a police car only twice since I have been here, so you could imagine how freakin awsome it was for me to see 5 of them drive up to put out the fire (joke made by Jane, "Wow, I'm feel safe knowing that if we have a fire around here, the cops will be there to take care of it. With what? They'll try to put it out with their coffee while the roast their doughnuts?") Well, we just stood there watching people run from all corners of student housing to see what was going on. One officer drove up and asked us it we saw what had happened. "Hey ladies, did you happen to see what happened?" "No, but I'm sure the girl who is crying over there would know." Well, finally the fire department came. They pulled out their hose and the second the sprayed it, the whole car burst into flames. It was pretty cool looking. Well, we left for the fireside and there was a police car blocking the entrance to the parking lot. We got a good laugh out of that one because there is another entrance right next to it.
Well, my weekend was kind of eventful. Friday night I went to the institute dance. Let's just say it started off with a creepy 30 something year old guy telling me he really wanted to get married and not to be worried because his mother was married at 18. But it did end with a slow dance with a cute 18 something year old. So, all was well.
Saturday, I guess I was Dustin's girlfriend or something. He invited me to go to a ballroom dance BBQ or those on the team and their "significant other". It turned out that "significant other" meant husbands and wives and not friends pretending to be girlfriends. Well me being the only date there and the girl who tried out for the team but didn't make it (I'm just here for the food), I just left and went back to my dorm. No one wanted to go to the game, so I ended Saturday night with some homework de espanol. By the way, we won. So I guess the football team isn't as bad as everyone said it was.
Well, I have to do my homework for my lovely computer class now. I keep on seeing people who look like people back in Provo. It's kinda freaking me out...

p.s. is anyone else having a hard time uploading pictures on blogger, or is it just me?

My Strictly Ballroom Experience

I swore to myself that I would never do the ballroom thang again. I tried it once and hated it. Until my friend Dustin asked me to try out with him.
"Now, why would I want to do something like Dustin?"
"Come on, It will be fun! You don't need any previous dance experience."
"I'll think about it."
"I know you had a bad time in 8th grade, but I promise this will be fun."

What happened in 8th grade? Well, lets go back 5 years ago to 4th period beginning ballroom.

It just in time for our Christmas concert and we were all getting ready for our foxtrot. I was paired up with this dufus named Kelly. He never showed up to class so he didn't know what he was doing. Then, at the concert, he never showed up. I started to freak out and told my teacher. He told me that I could dance with him, or he'd find another guy. Because it's middle school, there were like 15 guys and 25 girls in the class meaning that we would have to perform our dance number twice so each girl could perform. In the end, I was paired up with this jerk who was all mean to me when we were dancing. When I got home, I promised myself I would never do ballroom again.
Fastforward 5 years. I am standing there in SUU's ballroom with my turquoise skirt, my hair beautifully put in an updo by my lovely roommates, and a number 28 pinned to my back. Dustin said, "Hey Elisabeth, if you make it, you could meet Benji." "Shutup Dustin."

The ballroom instructor told us that we would be performing a waltz and cha-cha. I was relieved because that was what I practiced with Dustin. After we learned the routines and stuff, he started teaching us the jive. Someone raised their hand and asked, "So, is the girls part or the guys part?" The teacher said, "Oh, this is both. You will be performing this as a solo." WHAT?!!! If anyone knows me well enough, you know that I don't do the solo thing.
I did the whole cha-cha and waltz and thought it was pretty good. Then all the girls had to line up in rows of 6 and had to do the jive in front of the judges. I put a smile on my face and faked my way through it. It was horrible. I yelled at Dustin afterwards because he forgot to tell me about the whole solo part even though he didn't know himself.

Well, the results came yesterday and I didn't make the team. I'm really relieved because I'm not ready for a commitment like ballroom (practices every day from 6-8 in the morning, Saturdays 8 to whenever). So, I guess I'll never have to talk to those ballroom kids again right? Wrong. I'm going to the BBQ tonight with Dustin, who made the team by the way.

To end this blog, I would like to tell you that I saw a van at Mavrick yesterday with "Just Remarried" painted on the back window. It made me laugh.

Dear Blog,

So I knew this day would come. The day that my blissful college life wouldn't be quite so blissful anymore.

It all started when I woke up to rain. I love the rain, but when it is raining when I wake up, the day always turns bad. My ankles and legs hurt really bad because of my bad experience of ballroom dance (I'll get to that later...)

Well, I went to my stupid unviersity class. I was really worried because we were meeting in a different classroom and a girl in my class (who I don't really know if we are friends or if she just likes my friends and is nice to me just because) wasn't there to hear that we were going to be in a different classroom. So, I kept on trying to call her and I went to her room to tell her, but she wasn't there. So, I went to my class and it basically sucked. I really like all of my classes, but that one. This crazy lady teaches it and today she told us to just ignore the voice in our head. Whatev!

I feel really sad. I called my family today and I totally miss them. I didn't get a chance to go home last weekend so I didn't get to see anyone. Then I called my grandparents and that made me sad too. Then I felt really sad because I haven't talked to LJ in like 10 freakin years! We're both busy so we don't get a chance to talk that much. She's probably mad at me right now because I was kind of mean to her when I finally did get a chance to talk to her. I am having a crappy day. I went to Mavrik to drown away my sorrows in a doughnut, but thought better of it. Then, when we got home, the fire alarm went off and we had to stand in the freezing cold for like 30 min. My neighbor just came home from swimming and so she was wearing a swimsuit. I gave her my doughnut. Now, I just finnished looking at my mom's blog and I wish I could eat some chicken and cheesy potatoes.

I know I swore off the complaining stuff, but I find blogs to be theroputic so, I will write about my sad day. Sorry. I will tell you about the ballroom thang next post.

Question...

Can anyone tell me how to take pictures from my phone and put them onto my computer?