Wow, I have so many choices.

I think the one thing keeping me from having fun lately is the stupid ideas that people have put into my head about being responsible and what I can and can't do. I've caught myself hesitating on certain things because everyone teaches you that you can't do that.

Like this weekend, when I wondered wether or not I should go to a friend's barbecue up in Sandy, because it's a long drive and I might waste gas.
Or Monday, when I was having a bad day but it didn't occur to me that I could go anywhere because it was a school night.

And this is coming from the same girl that Ashley used to have to wrestle to bed every night (literally). I'm acting like an old person.

So last night I had fun thinking of all the little things that I can do, even though people might think it's weird.
I can wear my pajamas to campus. There's no rule against it. In fact, if it's ugly and unflattering, BYU's all for it.
I can eat ice cream with, or even for, breakfast. Mom does it all the time. I don't know why I didn't think of this before.
I can go get a fish taco at 2 AM if I want to. I don't have a bedtime. It's no use pretending I'm not going to more than make up for any lack of sleep with naps the next day.
I can grow a jalapeno plant in my room. That way, if there is some kind of disaster and Utah runs out of food, I can live off of those.
I can even put a George Foreman grill on the floor by my bed so I can wake up to the smell of bacon every morning. Too bad I'm not Michael Scott, so I'm not going to do that.

I have finally come to terms with all the possibilities of being on my own, and I am really excited about it.

I got a job for the summer!

And I'm not excited about it because I do anything fun. Actually, all I do is take phone calls. But we are allowed to do homework and surf the internet when it's slow. Getting paid to do nothing and mess around-- that's pretty much my dream job.

Which reminded me of a Seinfeld episode, and I realized my attitude is alot like George's. Anyone remember the one where he applies for a job at an industrial smoothing company?

George: It's the perfect job for me!
Jerry: Sure, but what does it have to do with the Yankees?
George: That doesn't matter! The place is a mess-- there is no organization. I could go crazy there!

And that is exactly how I feel.

A startling realization

came when last Saturday I sat down to watch Nacho Libre after a barbecue at a friend's house for the first time since I had dressed up as Nacho himself to see the movie on opening day.

The movie really isn't that great.

Perhaps the people I was with, getting to curl Ricky Huizar's hair, or stuffing a pillow down his shirt so he would look like a fat Mexican kid made it good for just that one time. But I sadly wouldn't recommend the movie to anyone.

Happy Birthday, Sean

Actually it was yesterday. Here he is with the cake I made him pretending to lick it. He's weird.

And here he is again at his show. They played really well, and it was a ton of fun. I tried to get a picture of him looking up but he never did. He gets really focused on playing.

Ruth and Renae came to the show, too.

And here's the whole band. I thought this was a cool picture. They went crazy on stage.

It wasn't me!!!

I am posting this to let the world know that I DO NOT fart in front of boys, despite what Sean and his roommate think. They might fart in front of me, but I don't return the favor.

This all started last night when something smelled terrible-- obviously a fart. We looked at each other and then Sean looked at his roommate and said "hey, did you just fart?" After his roommate denied it, I said, "It wasn't me." I guess that was the wrong thing to say because for seriously 10 minutes after that they were blaming it on me and trying to convince me that it HAD to have been me, because if it was neither Sean nor his roommate, who else was left besides me? I was hounded with "Just admit it- you're blushing!" and "I smelled it out of my left nostril, and that means it came from YOUR direction." His logic was pretty convincing. After awhile I couldn't even remember if it was me or not. "I don't know... I think I would have noticed something like that... I can't remember if I did it or not! Am I crazy?" Maybe I am. But at least it made him laugh.