A little friendly competition...

I work in the Nursing Department on campus, and the application deadline for the summer 2009 semester is coming up here on Saturday, November 1st. We always get tons of applications that come in the last few days before the deadline. We decided to start a little pool and we are all predicting how many applications will come in, starting today, until next friday, to allow all the ones coming in the mail to get here (they just have to be postmarked by the 1st). Carmelita (my boss) is guessing 30. Candice, the other girl who works here, is guessing 39. And I am rounding out the competition with a guess of 42. We're not sure what the prize will be, but I really hope I win! So, tell all your friends to apply to get that number over 42, even if they really don't want to be a nurse, they can pull their application out later, or they can always decline if they do actually get accepted. I really want to win! I'll let you know the outcome sometime next week.....and hopefully it will be good news!

HSM3 and Kyla's weekend

One of my BFF's Kyla came to visit me this past weekend here in Rexburg. We were roommates for 4 semesters, but sadly she had to graduate and leave me last July of 2007. But, being the great friend she is, comes to visit me regularly, wherever I may be. She got here on Friday night, and left Monday night. Thank you Allegiant Air with their cheap flights for making this weekend all possible! We had a blast. We started the weekend off right with a little Bajio. Yes mom, I know you're jealous. We saw High School Musical 3 on saturday, which was great and we loved it! Other than that, just hung out with old friends, made movies for our friend Kara who is on a mission in Cambodia right now, and just had fun. Thanks for coming Kyla. You rock my world.

Enjoy the pictures!

Attempting to do a hand-stand off the coffee table.....and not succeeding.

My roommate Carly, giving the death stare.

Kyla and her footie pajamas...which she bought.
The view from my apartment.
I bought red clip-in hair extentions for the movie. They looked awesome.

A bad week...

A girl in my ward told me tonight, that around 9:30 pm last night, a girl was raped on campus. The girl in my ward's friend works for University Police, and he told her. Yes, it still happens at church schools! So, please don't go anywhere by yourself, and lock your doors. She also told me that there have been reports of a guy coming into girls' apartments at night, restraining them, and not doing very good things to them, so please be safe! That's the last time I walk home from the gym or library at night by myself! Oh, and the guy is still out there, they haven't caught him yet.

Also, last Friday afternoon, my old roommate Rachael Morris was killed in a car accident. If you go to school here, you probably got an email about it. Rachael and her cousin Lisa, (who also happens to be my old roommate), were driving down to Utah when they hit a moose, in broad daylight. The road they were driving on had a steep embankment on the side, and the moose came running up over, and they didn't have time to react. Rachael was killed on the road, and Lisa suffered minor injuries, but lived. Rachael was a super fun roommate, and good friend of mine. We lived together in the summer and fall semesters of 2005. Please pray for Rachael, Lisa, and their families as they go through this difficult time...and please, drive safely!

Spooktacular

I went to the Haunted Mill with some friends last night. Oh. My. Gosh. I don't think I've ever screamed that much in my life. Holy crap. If you live in Rexburg, or anywhere near, you must go. It was well worth the $10. I had already been there before a few years ago, but I was still scared to death. The Haunted Mill is about 15 minutes outside of rexburg in a little town of like 500 people called Teton. It is an old flour mill that a family turned into a haunted house about 10 years ago. It is a major attraction for students around Halloween time. It takes about 40 minutes to walk through it all. You go outside, over bridges, out into a field, and through 3 different buildings. I almost died on one of the bridges (really, i almost fell off, ask my roommates), and got water sprayed in my face on another. They only let you go in groups of five, so it was me, 3 of my roommates, and 1 guy. We made him go in the front. I had my arms wrapped around my roommates waist the entire time, and my other roommate had her hands around my waist the entire time. I feel bad for my roommate Stephanie, she was in the back the whole time. So now today, I have no voice. But it was so worth it. For FHE on Monday, my group is going to another haunted house called Dr. Slaughter's. Sound's promising, right? It is supposed to be scarier than the Haunted Mill. Will I survive? I really don't know, because I think I had multiple heart attacks last night. I'll let you know how it goes. BOO!

Here is a picture of the main building of the Haunted Mill, and that is the bridge I almost lost my life on.

For more info on the Haunted Mill, or for directions, go here. Really, do it. It will scare the crap out of you, but it's so scary its awesome. But be sure you go with at least one guy in your group, and with someone that doesn't mind you touching them inappropriately the entire time, because I'm pretty sure I was all over my roommate, sorry Carly.

President Hinckley, inflatable rafts, hot dogs, and supermarkets

I have weird dreams,and last night was no exception. I dreamed that I was living in Hawaii (awesome). My current roommates, some former roommates, and some friends from high school were there. We were all just hanging out at my house when there is a knock on the door. I get up to answer it and who is standing on my front porch? President Hinckley.



Naturally, we invite him in (who is going to turn away the Prophet? Honestly.) He sits down and we start talking to him. Not about spiritual/churchy stuff, but about the TV show The Office. Apparently he is a big fan as well. After we talk for a while, he decides he wants to head down to the beach. He invites us all to come along, but no one wants to go but me. So Pres. Hinckley and I head down to the beach, all the while he is wearing a Hawaiian t-shirt and board shorts, I might add. We stay down at the beach for a long time, like 5 hours. We return home around dinner time, and we get back and find that every missionary in the area is at my house because they all heard the Prophet stopped by. So we walk in and everyone is really mad, and they are all like "Where have you been?!?!". I decide I've had him to myself for long enough, so I leave him out with all the missionaries in the living room. All the girls follow me back into my bedroom and they are still mad, and why are they mad? Because we were "alone" together. They were all like, "He's married!" I of course am shocked at this accusation, and I'm like "uhh....#1 he's 97 years old! and #2, he's the PROPHET!!!" all the girls calm down after a while and they start asking what we talked about. I tell them that they didn't want to go to the beach with him in the first place, so I'm not going to tell them, and i go to sleep. I wake up the next day and President Hinckley's gone. My roommate Kirby asks me if I want to go on this water ride at this amusement park. I say OK, and we head to the park. We get there, and I discover that the ride is actually a white water rafting/waterfall ride, and you ride in a dinky little inflatable raft, like this one: In the ride you go over all these big rapids, and if you survive the ride, you win a prize. The odds of surviving are not good. I tell Kirby that there is no way I'm going on this ride, but she begs and begs me to go. So I say fine, and get on. She makes me ride in the front. Jerk. So we start going, and the water is really calm, so I'm thinking, "oh, this isn't bad." I thought too soon. We hit some huge rapids that flip our raft vertical in the air, but we manage to stay on. By this time I am freaking out, and Kirby is in the back laughing. I'm so mad at her, and I am yelling profanities at her and blaming her for making me come on this ride. Might I remind you that we do not have life jackets on. We finally make it through all the rapids, or so I think. A voice recording comes on, and is telling us all the facts about this last rapid, but mostly how only like 3 people have ever survived. OK, so now I am really freaking out and I am clawing at the walls trying to reach the top, so I can stop our boat. All the while Kirby is lounging in the back. The ride is in like a big hallway type thing. So i continue to freak out while the voice recording is telling me how I'm going to die. So I grab onto the raft for dear life, and hold on. We finally come to the waterfall, and it's only like two feet high. So I'm like, that was the waterfall? piece of cake. But the waterfall emptied out into this big lake thing, and the lake starts to turn into a whirl pool and our raft is starting to get sucked under. So I start freaking out again, because I realize that this is how everyone dies on this ride. Kirby meanwhile is still cool as a cucumber. So I'm screaming at her to used her hands as a paddle to try to row our way to the shore, but she won't. So I'm still freaking out, but then I'm like "wait...I just hung out with the prophet for 7 hours. I think I'll be OK." So our raft finally gets sucked under, and I settle down long enough to realize that I can breath under water. I also realize that Kirby disappeared. I look around me and see a bunch of other people just swimming around, and I finally realize that this is an underwater grocery store, and that there are hot dogs floating around everywhere.

So I start to swim around, and then I find my boyfriend. So we start swimming around holding hands. Well, apparently holding hands is against the law in under-water-grocery-store-land, and so they say that they are going to put my boyfriend on trial, and if they find him guilty he will be kicked out. I don't want my boyfriend to be kicked out without me, so I find a guy to pretend to be my boyfriend, so that he will get kicked out, instead of my boyfriend. So we I go to the trial with my fake boyfriend, and I realize that this isn't a trial to see if he will be kicked out, its a trial to see if he will be killed or not. I guess hand holding is a pretty big crime in under water grocery store land. I of course don't want to make my poor fake boyfriend die, so I start crying and I'm like "Don't kill him! I love him!".........then I woke up.

What do you think this means?

Why?! Why?!

Why do I procrastinate?!?!!?!!?!?

Oh man...

Go watch this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7Ev1TkiRNo

I think I am going to explode with excitement. For a refresher of how much I love these books, go here.

On a sadder note, I woke up to an inch of snow on the ground and 28 degree weather. It's times like this when I wonder why I don't go to BYU-Hawaii. And no, it's not the first time it has snowed this year. BOO.

urgent!

Everyone please pray that it will be possible for me to go to Mexico or Hawaii this weekend. I need to get out of this place.

BFF

I love these girls.