so much for the 30 day challenge

haha i guess i got a little side tracked. a lot side tracked. february was insane, but seeing as i've already wrote about that in one spot i dont think i need to repeat myself.

i dont really have much to say, i've been writing writing more than blogging and i think thats the way its going to stay for a while. why? "writing isnt necessarily something to be ashamed of, but you should do it alone and wash your hands afterward."

happy friday kids<3

5 and 6 and 7

something i miss and someone i would trade places with for a day annnd a picture of your most treasured item.



i miss a lot of things. barnes and noble dates. marker fights. arguing about whats for breakfast. scrub days. after dinner walks. but i'll get all of that back and that mostly is someone i miss anyways. i miss lots of someones, but i think that's a later challenge.

i miss naivety, and in that same sense i miss chivalry. i think im going to post about that one all on a whole new thing not associated with this challenge because i think they are important concepts that are near extinction.

who would i trade places with for a day? no idea. lace votes oprah, she's the most powerful woman in the world. but i wouldn't know what to do with all that. maybe i would trade places with anyone in the crowd at woodstock. yeah. i'll roll with that.

and finally, my most treasured item is prolly topperton<3

days 3 and 4. i was busy, okay?

these are just going to be baby posts(:


day three is pretty easy. a picture of the cast from your favorite show. although i still hold a special place in my heart for scrubs, am newly in love with dexter and fully enjoy nerding out to discovery channel or history channel, nothing comes close to the way i feel about jim and pam *swoon*





day 4: a picture of our night!! oh my gosh. how fitting. last night was girls night!! margaritas with quinn, mags and lacylou. laughing, crying, dancing, eating...it was all so wonderfully amazing. i love my ladies(:

dayy the second

challenge: a picture of you and the person you've been the closest to the longest.

its super cheesy but my mom is always going to be my best friend. we've had our dark days that lasted longer than they ever should have and our hours that seemed like seconds. through tearful eyes, whether due to laughter or momentary hatred, i saw all the love, encouragement and dreams we shared in her. im nothing more than an extension of who she is and who she aspired to be just like she is for me. we complete each other and after almost 21 years of discovering myself i've never lost her and she's never lost me. its just not going to happen.<3

a 31 day challenge

rather than partaking in yet another facebook fad for the whole world to view i am going to do it sneakily and away from the eye of the public, minus those that check up on me every so often here, in my own crack of the internets. im hoping that by doing this challenge im going to find out not only what is most important to me but also i will be so use to blogging that i will have to keep it up!

day one: ten facts.

1. i have two loves of my life: topperton and matthew.

2. my skin still hates me

3. "awkward" silences dont always irritate me, im better at reading your face than you may realize.

4. i cant wait to teach, but i know that to me being a stay at home mom would be equally as gratifying.

5. i dont like to argue but if im feeling challenged i will make up words, facts and quotes to back my point.

6. i can be controlled by my emotions or passive aggressive, both of which get me into equal trouble.

7. i can switch from listening to orchestra to hard rock and not blink an eye. music is music.

8. friends are family. im protective over them and my complete self around them.

9. i love true crime books.

10. i just cant wait.<3

sweet dreams

my emotions are running wilder than my imagination. maybe i'll put them to rest.

im an aspiring studier

but right now i feel as though my brain could very possibly turn to mush if i keep going. so for the next 4 minutes im going to sit here and talk about whatever i want. which, surprisingly, has nothing to do with math.

i know that on my next post i want to talk about something meaningful but today is a rant and rave kind of feeling. so here it goes.

-she is driving me crazy. not the good kind.
-he is driving me crazy. and i can't tell how i feel about it.
-my hands are always cold now that its winter and im not a happy camper.
-i wish i could blow a hundred dollars at michaels right about now, my creative juices are pumpin.
-topperton has ear mites ):
-im super excited for this semester to be over and for spring term to get underway.

i think that might be all. or at least everything i can think of in the 4 minute time frame i allowed myself. back to homework.

i think i might have something important to say

but as of right now i just cant put my finger on what it is. if i could i would hope it would be inspiring or enlightening, heartfelt and special. but right now all i have is this.

this is equally important. this is all i have right now and you can only make the best of whatever this is. i wish i could tell you what it means, how it is effecting me, and why it suddenly decided to make its self known.

maybe tomorrow.

even though class is over

i still feel like this is an excellent way for me to get my thoughts out there. sometimes i think getting to see what youre thinking makes it slightly more real. like maybe since other people can see your thoughts they can tell you that you're wrong, crazy or completely have the world figured out. I would not fit in any of those categories. maybe a i would dip into the crazy pool, but i dont think i would make that big of a splash.

whats going on in my world? matt and i just got back from our california adventure. san fransisco up to crescent city. through eureka and up to medford, bend and finally ftown. we went to his grandfathers celebration of life and now we're back to boise doing the same ol same. but i can feel the change. matt has drill for the next two weeks. even though they're the come home at night kind, i know that this is the beginning to how its going to feel when he's actually gone. i can hardly believe all the changes coming. it feels like they're racing to me and im still in the pit. i wish life would at least give me time to put my helmet on.

Nothing like life to give you a reality check.

Theres so much going on right now that I couldn't even pick a topic to blog about. So I guess I'll give a general overview and get back to the mad rush.

We've gotten rid of 2 servers, 3 bussers and 1 kitchen hand. This means Im working doubles my whole life and giving new hire orientations bright and early when possible. It also means I have a whole load of paper work to print and staple, files to organize, steak certification classes to prepare, and still need to update the ready set go board. In the mist of that, I'm trying to enjoy work, stay in touch with peoples lives and keep coworkers from fearing that they're going to lose their jobs. Also, June seems to be when all the grumpy people emerge. Which is odd because you would think the sunshine would make people happy.

On Thursday Matt got a call saying his Grandpa wasn't doing too well and he should come to Fruitland if at all possible. I was working and didn't want him waiting on me. By 12:30 him and topper made it home with heavy shoulders and puffy eyes. Seeing Matt so upset is one of the hardest things I've ever laid eyes on. I was trying to be the best support system I could manage. We made plans to go back down Friday, I was suppose to be off work by 8 at the latest.

So Friday I'm working a double and dont have my phone on me because all the big wigs are in testing our managers and there's no way either one of us can afford to lose the other so I'm not going to take any chances. I got off around 8:15 and ran to the back room so I could call matt and let him know I was on my way. I had 7 texts that weren't twitters. Most were Matt. His grandpa had passed away around 4:30. He was waiting for me to get home. He had left. He wanted me to meet him in Fruitland. Lin had texted me. The apartment above us had caught fire. Kari texted me. The tranny in her fiances car went out so they have to find somewhere else to cut the wedding budget and our friend crystal just found out she's prego.

let me insert here that life is very ironic. a death and a new life in the same day.

I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off. We've made multiple ftown trips and its hard every time. Seeing the person I love and the family I've come to love in so much pain is not easy. Poor Matt has lost two grandparents this year. I've only ever lost one, and she was my Great Grandma. The Canas' are amazing people and I admire them for the strength they show through these hard times.

Luckily, the fire from upstairs only effected the one apartment. I was worried because the text simply stated that our building was on fire and the fire department was there. Needless to say, I signed up for renters insurance.

Kari has no idea what she's going to do. She's had to redo the budget multiple times already and in the last month they've had to get new tires, alter the cake plans and her grandma who was suppose to be cooking for the big day decided to move back to the Philippines. without telling her. As Maid of Honor, its my duty to figure out what in the world we're going to do now.

As for Crystal, I'm excited she's having a baby but I wish she would have been more careful because she's not ready for that yet.

I'm ready for Wednesday. The start of my weekend. Matt and I are headed out for a backpacking two day trip and we both need the get away. I hope ya'll are doing well. Back to the grind.

Kari's here!!

Hidden in the damp cracks of Washington are very grey, very shabby, very odd towns that you should never live in. I'm speaking from experience here, so take my advice. Granite Falls is the most perfect example I can think of. Its like, meth capital of the world. Living there was scary, cold and depressing. People get into drugs, get pregnant, and never leave. We left summer after my Freshman year of high school and the only good thing that came out of it was one of my most precious friends, Miss Karilyn Gibbs.


So we've been friends since like, seventh grade and are constantly traveling between the two states to visit each other and keep each other included in the most important events in our lives. We went to each others senior proms, graduations, vacations, Christmas with each others families, and just little trips for fun. This week, she's been here because she's getting married August 9th and then moving to Boise. Mostly, its so we can be closer to each other, and we lucked out and the fiance loves it down here




This week we've been going into any and all places of business to pick up job applications, stopping at every place that has a 'now leasing' sign to find apartments and planning a wedding. Its been an amazing visit and I'm not ready for her to go home on Saturday morning. Until then, we're taking her hiking tomorrow, shopping tonight and out to eat as often as we can.

I know that I'm very lucky to have her in my life. I remember my parents telling me that you're a wealthy person if you have 3 truly real friends in your life. If it turns out that she's my only one ever, I will be the happiest person on the planet.

I wear the pants around here.

Matt and I have a problem making up our minds when it comes to anything at all. Example A:

Him: "What should we do for dinner?"
Me: "I don't care, what ever you want"
Him: "but I don't know what I want!"
Me: "well make up your mind!"
Him: "How about spaghetti?"
Me: "Thats fine. Or we could do tacos."
Him: "yeah that sounds good. Or Chili Mac."

**twenty minutes of THAT goes by**

Both: "we're getting subway."

This happens for everything. Mostly dinner, but everything else too ranging from what we want to do on the weekend to what we need to buy first, a pistol or a new bed. However, when one of us finally does make up our mind you know its going to happen, no doubts.

On Wednesday I decided we were going to go camping. I woke up with the strongest urge and I immediately rolled over and shook Matt. He grunted for a while and hid under the blankets, so I jumped on him for a bit until he begrudgingly, and with a glare of evil in the purest sense, sat up in bed, his dark hair pointed every which way and his eyes open only a quarter of the way. This wasn't the first time I've woken him up like this. It happens when I get an itch to do something important.

So here I am, all grins and sunshine with 932937 forms of energy radiating through me (which he knew to recognize as a bad thing) and a half dead boy in my bed.

Him: "What. Do. You. Want?!"
Me: "Good morning sunshine! get up! we're going camping!!"

At this point, he tries to push me off the bed and rolls back over. jerk.

Through fits of laughter, I explain to him my brilliant plan full of camp fires and hiking and card games. We bantered playfully back and forth about the plan. He said it was a silly plan full of holes. So I didn't know where we would go. So he worked in the morning and I had orientation. So we didn't have any camping gear. blah blah blah. "Pish posh! who cares? lets camp!!" More glares. So I resorted to politely telling him that I'm the boss around here and if I say we're going camping, then we're going camping. Matt then successfully pushed me off the bed.

After I climb back into the pit (our beds pretty broken. its old and needs to be retired) it starts raining. Raining on all my hopes and dreams of camping.

Me: "well if we're not going to go camping, what are we going to do?" I ask with the biggest pout I can muster.
Him: "lets have an inside day."
Me: "okay. should we play a game?"
Him: "we could. Or we could do the laundry."
Me: *shocked silence. He can't be serious.*

**a few silent seconds...**
Both: "Barnes and Noble!"

The good thing is, we will be going camping soon! Kinda. We decided we really want to try backpacking and I'm super stoked. We've been going to camel back and practicing timing our hiking with Topper and when we get our gear together we're going to do trial runs up in the foot hills. We're taking a vacation in July to the redwoods and hopefully we'll be able to find a few good day trails to explore! Knowing us, we'll figure it out eventually.

Dearest Trista (:

Hi guys! Trista pointed out that there are quite a few holes in my story regarding our 102 family. Let me share a little more (:


KD stands for Kappa Delta. After I graduated from Fruitland I left that silly ol place for Moscow and attended University of Idaho. I went for a few reasons. One, most people in my class were going to BYU or BSU. Not that I didn't love high school, but I was really trying to become my own person and start new. U of I was close to Washington, I had a best friend up there, and I had stayed in a few of the sorority houses and decided that I would love to pledge. So I did! I fell in love with the family feeling I got at Kappa Delta and they were my first choice. Luckily, they liked me too and I became a Nu class member. Unfortunately, I had some financial aid problems and decided to jet before I dug myself into a huge debt that I was sure to drown in. With no idea how to pay for school, I moved to Boise. The craziness occurring to your right is a few of my sisters and I after initiation.







Oh job. When I was 16 I got my first job in Ontario, OR which is only like a 5 minute drive from Fruitland. I got on at Wendys and worked there until it was time to go to college. Up at U of I was no way going to work fast food. I was hoping to be done with that, its not very fun. So I had a student work study while I was there but when I moved back I needed a job ASAP. Another reason why the 102 worked out so well was because there is a Wendys right down the street. Having no car, it was perfect. I use that term loosely. It was in walking distance and my managers from Ontario raved about me so I got a walk on spot. I worked for Wendys up until November of last year. I was working there and at Sizzler and really wanted to quit, but I was very attached to my team mates and I have a problem leaving people haha. To the left is Phillip, or Flop, as I so kindly nicknamed him.




Okay so back to the apartment. Its not that large. Its two bedroom and one bath, with two separate entries. But Matt and I have always shared a room, and Kirsten always shared with whomever was joining us haha. Kirsten and Jessica shared, then Kirsten and Bri. The strangers weren't too bad, Kirsten kinda knew them from band and they were only here for a short while. It was almost like it never happened because everyones schedules were so different that we were hardly ever all home. Lindsay and I have been friends since the end of my sophomore year and (an odd tid bit) she dated matt for like 8 months at that time haha. Our group of friends is a whole nother story. Remember that best friend I said I had in Moscow yeah well thats my ex-boyfriend whom I dated for almost 3 years, and him and Matt are best friends. I know it sounds insanely absurd, but we all are amazing friends and get along swimmingly.

Sorry to stray! okay so anyhow, very close friends this Lindsay and I. Groceries is kinda silly. we do our own shopping and buy different things (my diet is very different from hers) but we know we can use each others things and what not. Topper is mine and Matts baby, but Lin and Todd let him out to play and watch over him and love him just as much as we do. They're alowed to do whatever they want with him (except give him people food and let him out without his leash!) because I know they would never let anything happen to him. I do still live here! I am never driving my car to school and understand the jealousy haha.

Im crazy envious of Kirsten too. Shes been to Holland, Duchland, London and a few other places while shes been gone and it looks like she's having the time of her life. I'm very happy for her and glad she got to do it, she deserves it for sure.

Okay so now for the one I've been avoiding. I hope I didn't sound conceited when I said we were refered to as the cute couple, I didn't even think about that! I think he's absolutely adorable. He looks 12, but he's 21 and the most amazing person I know.

I hope that answers some of your questions love!

tomorrow might be good for somethin'

When I was 12 my best friend's dad committed suicide. My friend, her sister and her mom were all home when he shot himself. Police found a note, which was actually a 'plan' and everyday I'm thankful that I still have those friends and that he changed his plan from a murder suicide to only ending it for himself.



Since then, I've seen how it effects people. By ending his life he tore his family apart. Nothing was fixed and the problems he was trying to run away from became bigger and worse than he could have possibly imagined. For weeks now, it seems like a handful of the people I know are going through hard times. It scares me to know what they're thinking. Its scarier to know they're not telling us all the details.

To them, and to everyone, you're special. Things will get better.

Keep in mind that today isn't going to be perfect. Tomorrow won't be either. You're going to get your heart broken and you're going to have disappointments in your life. Its going to happen, and it happens to us all. As you start the long path of discovering who you are you may be uncertain. Your life might take a complete 180, your friends might change, your plans might change and you might never know what you're going to be when you grow up. You're going to find that you're a hypocrite and a liar sometimes. There will be days when you don't want to get out of bed and days you think you hate your loved ones. You may not live in a mansion, or own a yacht or ever make more than $50,000 a year. But…


I hope you wake every morning and know that you are enough. Everything you are, all the energy you have, is enough to get you through whatever you have to go through today. So dream a little more today, laugh one more time and smile at a stranger. Don't take life too seriously, but know that time won't wait for you. Stay busy and stay proud. You're young, beautiful, and healthy. Know what you are capable of and don't jeopardize your relationships, future or education. Aim for perfection but embrace every flaw you come across. Don't break your mother's heart—no one is capable of loving you like she does. Know that nothing is worse than apathy. Replace jealousy with admiration and adoration. Be happy for others' good fortunes, yours are sure to fallow. Know that you are the creator of your life and everything you have today you deserve. Any and all the dreams you are willing to work for will come true. Never be afraid to want more. Put 100% into your work and do things right or not at all.

Just as importantly, love yourself, dote over yourself, treat yourself, laugh at yourself, and respect and care for yourself. You've got one life to live and less than 100 years to do it… don't waste that time waiting--waiting for a calling, or for romance, or for opportunity... Don't dessert yourself or give yourself to ANYTHING that will inhibit growth. Live for the imperfect--The heartache and disappointment and pain. Live for the good--The Laughter and work and adventure—but do it right and do it well, for you are worth the best.

When I was your age...

For the longest time I was uninterested in social networking via technology that went beyond the phone. I was this way for two reasons. One, I was never really allowed on the computer unless it was for school work and two, everyone else was doing it (it being myspacing, facebooking, and newest, twittering) and I wasn't going to ride the wave.

Then I quickly learned that it was a great way to keep in touch with friends I had moved away from and set everything up. I hardly use myspace any more, but no one does really. It has sentimental value though, and I'll probably keep it forever. Facebook is my favorite way to creep people and twitter is fun, although frequently obnoxious. You can use it from your phone, and the logo is a bird, so twitter gets bonus points.

The Twitter program works like so: you create an account and then via your computer or cellular device you can update your status and let everyone who fallows you know whats going on all the time. Its like facebook but the status part only. Then it gets complicated. You can choose to have your post updated to facebook by doing this action- "status update here #fb". the '#' is called a hash. The hash is basically an explanation of why you're posting what you're posting. When updating your twitters, you can put a hash after anything. If its the trend of the day, which you would know by Twitters homepage, its linked to a page where the same hashed twitters everyone everywhere including people you don't follow go.

For example, yesterdays trend was #wheniwasafreshman. Which was ironic to me because my little sister just had her 8th grade graduation and we had a long talk about high school and how I felt going in. Not only was it a blast to read, but it got me thinking. What was I like when I was a freshman? What was going on in the world? Here's what I dug up.

1. I was completely ignorant of how I acted around other people.
2. Kari was my best friend, along with Crystal Maddelina, Lora Short and Morgan Shaver.
3. I had no idea who I was and just wanted to fit in.
4. I was in drama, band, honors English, Intro to computers, physical science, some kind of math and history.
5. I would rush home to do my chores so I could watch Boy Meets World.
6. I went to my first concert: minus the bear, funeral for a friend, straylight run.
7. I loved books by Sarah Dessen.
8. I had no grasp on the way high school or the social ladder worked or how people kept up with it.
9. Jesse McCartney was a hottie.
10. Pirates of the Caribbean came out and I got my first actor crush. On a much older man. Mr. Jhonny Depp.
11. Jhonny Cash passed.
12. I bought two of my now favorite books at a yard sale for 25 cents each.
13. I had to see Finding Nemo.
14. I went to my first high school dance. with 7 of my closest friends.
15. I was a huge note passer.
16. My family was going through some major issues.
17. Rainy days were the norm, and they didn't stop us from riding bikes in front of the cute neighbors house.
18. I was a total brown noser, and I didn't even know what that ment or was.
19. I took AR way more seriously than anyone else.
20. I passed all four parts of the WASL with flying colors. only 8 people in my freshman class passed all four parts.
21. I learned what pot was, what cybering ment and how orange juice and vodka smelled.
22. I thought I was a tough guy because I liked Linkin Park.

Its hard to remember so far back. I feel old because I have to think so long before I even know what year I'm thinking of. They all kind of run together and become a blur of things I want to remember and things I wish I could have suppressed a little bit better. Somethings haven't changed. Kari is still one of my very best friends, and I keep in contact with two of the others. Jhonny Depp is the most attractive dirty man I have ever laid eyes on. I still listen to Linkin Park sometimes haha. These are all things I didn't mention to my sister.

I told her about how Seniors were kind of bullies when we lived in Granite so we had to watch out but she wouldn't have to worry about that. I told her you get no more slack from the parentals just because you were now a high schooler. I told her expectations from everyone change be it your teachers, our parents, her friends. I told her she could recreate herself and be whoever she wanted to be in high school because it was a brand new chapter in her life, and thats why she got a graduation from middle school. I hope all of the little in between things she can figure out for herself.

I realize I kind of jumped subjects here, and I apologize. I'm just a bit jumbled tonight I suppose (:

RIP Paul Grey.

Yesterday Paul Grey, the bassist from a Nu-metal band called 'Slipknot', died from a drug overdose.

If you've never heard of Slipknot before you probably don't like them but I'm sure you've seen them. They wear the scary masks. I didn't like them for the longest time and referred to them as "angry music". I totally judged it before giving them a chance. Matt and I have been friends for about 5 years. He has always been into this kind of music and I always begged for him to change the cd or the song on the ipod. Due to his constant refusal, I forced myself to listen past the heavy drums and strumming. I loved the lyrics and the emotion behind the noise. Eventually, the 'noise' became what I enjoyed the most. This was the turning point. Before I knew it, my shuffle would be playing Reba one song, and metal the next.

Last August Slipknot was suppose to come here on tour. Being Matts favorite band, we had to get tickets. We were so excited for months just to find out the day before the big show that they wouldn't be coming because Joey, the drummer, had be hospitalized. They canceled Boise and two other shows. The only difference is they didn't reschedule coming back here like they did everywhere else.

If we do get a chance to see them, its going to be a while and it will defiantly not be the same. Slipknot had the same band members since the beginning- nearly 14 years.

The band members are identified by not only the hand-crafted self made masks but also by the numbers 0-9. Paul Grey was "Number 2" but will be remembered as the number one bassist of Nu-metal for a very, very long time.

http://s0.ilike.com/play#Slipknot:Before+I+Forget:89557:s412986.8726157.763.0.2.226%2Cstd_a55c3db1c0c74b5098f1393ea9f498a1

That ones a bit hard, this one is my favorite.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yiGtN-dplYk



"Sitting in the dark I can't forget
Even now I realize the time I'll never get.
Another story of bitter pills and fate
I can't go back again, I can't go back again"
-dead memories

lump sat alone in a boggy marsh

Well, technically it was my armpit.

gross.

I said I would post about whatever life threw my way. Life did not throw lemons. It threw bacterial infection. This is some gnarly stuff, feel free to leave the post now. Its not a post about self pity or anything of that sort, just kinda whats going on in my health. Which I generally don't pay enough attention to I guess. I don't do anything bad for me. I don't smoke or do drugs. A party maybe once a month, but I'm such a light weight I'm not sure if I can even say I drink then. Over all I'd say I'm okay in the health department.

My body thinks otherwise.

I got this bump a few months a go and it hurt pretty badly but with the insane fear of needles i possess there was no way I was going to the doctor. I'm talking they bring out the cotton ball and I start crying kind of fear. So no, thanks, no doctor for me. Finally it went away and I was pretty proud of myself. Then it came back last week with an odd ring around it and I was sore all up my lower arm and the side of my boob. Still, I could survive until it decided it was done here. Then I got sick at the mall.

Ever since I can remember I have these dizzy spells, and my vision gets a bit blurry. These past few weeks Its gone from a little dizzy to throwing up and fainting (only for a few seconds, but still!). So I've done that whole ordeal twice this week and once last week. My friends and boyfriend were going to knock me out and take me themselves if I kept resisting. Reluctantly, I went.

Worst mistake of my life. Bump, whose name is Nova, hurts much much worse now then it ever did before. They gave Nova a squeeze and said "yep, you need minor surgery. Are you up for that now?" It wasn't really a question. It had to be done either then or two hours later. The nurse, who was a nice lady that seemed like she didn't belong in a profession that caused 20 year olds to cry, took me into the procedure room. Procedure rooms are scary. This was my first minor surgery ever and I was all alone because I refused to let Lin come back with me. I laid on the crinkly tissue paper they have on the bed and immediately started tearing up. Nice nurse had a needle in her hand.

Sensing that i was distressed (and by sensing I mean she noticed she now needed rain boots and a straight jacket to hold me) she tried to calm me down by telling me that it shouldn't hurt for more than a few seconds and then would become numb from the Novocaine. I informed her that a few seconds was far too long and do you please please have numbing gel? Foiled! They totally did. She rubbed the cold goop on Nova and said they would be back in about fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes went by and all I could think about was evil doctors with very sharp pointy objects. Then one came in and I started tearing up again. Masked doctor was not very kind. He poked at Nova with his hand and to my displeasure, it HURT. It seemed his feathers were a bit ruffled at the fact that I was still not numb but he was busy and there was only one thing left to do. Regrettably for me he did not rub me down with more cold goop. He pulled a needle out of no where and shot fire into Nova, and my whole body in general. I was not a happy camper. Not only was it extremely uncomfortable, but it didn't even work. I felt him squeezing and prodding and everything. Then, while shoving gauze into the gash, he informed me that I would have to get blood drawn afterward.

I could have died of exhaustion of stressing myself out so much. To make this long story a bit shorter, have been back to get re-cut twice, have to keep going back until Tuesday, got my blood drawn and am still waiting for the results. The worst part? They think I'm diabetic so I didn't even get ice cream.

If you've never listened to 'lump' go do it. The Presidents of the USA are quite comical. At least that song is, I cant honestly recall if I've ever heard anything else by them. Eat an Ice cream while you're doing it, just for me.

Then I realized you had no idea what I ment by 102...

So perhaps I shall explain myself.

After a succession of unlucky occurrences I found myself leaving my KD home in Moscow to find a job in Boise. This had to be done in order to save some money so I could, eventually, go back to school. By chance a girl i went to Fruitland with needed a second roommate so rent would be slightly more affordable. She brought me to the Conservatory Apartments, 102. It was perfect because it was walking distance to my job, right next to the stadium and only a few blocks from Matts house. Plus, we were friends but not best buds so it wasn't going to be like we had to include each other in everything we did all the time.

So I moved in with Miss Kirsten and a girl I had never met, Jessica. They shared a room and I had mine to myself. Three months later Matt needed a new place to live because Joel, who was his only roommate, had been out of a job for two months and decided to relocate to the basement couch of his parents house. Being poor kids, we decided splitting a two-bedroom one-bath apartment at that was running $650 a month between four people would be highly beneficial to our savings accounts. We were semi incorrect. We spent more on food that way.

Through out the past 22 months our 102 has homed many bodies. Jessica moved out. A few strangers were taken in for a few weeks at a time. Bri moved in. Bri moved out but was always over, Kirsten left to Holland for study abroad. Matt and I had the place for ourselves for a month and a half.

Now Lindsay lives with us, and Todd might as well because he spends more time here than at his place a whole block away. Which is fine by us.

I was recently informed by my upstairs neighbors that Matt and I are known as "the cute couple with the baby boxer." The blind man that roams the halls 24/7, Larry, calls us the in-and-outers. Our land lord calls us the 102's. We like that one. Its like we're a clan. Only we're really a family of friends that have way too much fun. I guess that's like a clan.