Is it bad that...

When I went to Nordstrom today, all the employees knew me by name?

And they took the liberty of picking out some clothes for me to try on because they know what I like to wear.

You would be proud to know that I did not buy a single thing.
In fact, I even returned a pair of jeans.

April.

It is the middle of April, and there is a blizzard outside.

Mother Nature needs to chill out.

Daily Universe.

Yesterday when I went to grab a newspaper on campus, all of them were gone.

Instead, there was a sign that said they had all been removed because of a misprint.
Later that day, I found out why:

Instead of Apostles they accidentally put Apostates.
Big difference.
The official statement of the Daily Universe was that it was a spell check error.
haha.

Weekends.

Last weekend: Paul, Cheesecake Factory, Zupas, parents, Costco, sisters, Spanish Fork, Festival of Colors, Cafe Rio, 2nd date, Mulan, HSM 3, sleeping, church, Arg, nap time, Pleasant Grove, J-12, study time, awkward conversations, school, metallurgy, errands, foot amputation, DMV, test grading, Cannon center, brain freeze, more nap time, airport.

This weekend: General Conference and such.

Next weekend: Portland with Paul.

Festival of Colors.

Late again.

We were walking towards the festival when suddenly a giant cloud of color went up in the air. Missed it.

No worries. Paul and I still had a good time and managed to get some color on us from pushing through the crowds.

Next year we'll be on time.

Dishes.

Why do I get so worked up about a messy kitchen and sink a full of dirty dishes?
I've never considered myself a clean freak, not at all.
But here I am, 3rd night in a row, can't sleep because I'm too busy obsessing about the dirty kitchen below me.
The thing is, it's not even my mess!

Its not my week's worth of dishes piled in the sink and on the counter.
I didn't cook the food or cut up the fruit that that left the mess all over the stove and counters.
I wasn't the one who dropped the cereal and popcorn crumbs on the floor and didn't bother to sweep it up.

Most of the time, I'll just clean it all up so I can get on with my life and stop obsessing about it.
But this week, I decided I wasn't going to clean up after the roommates anymore.
I would only clean my stuff and wait for someone else to take the initiative to clean up the kitchen.
Still waiting. Still can't sleep.

In conclusion, roommates, if you are reading this right now, would you PLEASE clean up your after yourselves? Always.

You're literally keeping me up at night.

P.S. A special thank you to whoever took out the trash yesterday. Much appreciated.
P.P.S. I still love you all. I'm just really tired...

Caught.

For some reason, I have never, ever told Paul this blog exists.

We've even had multiple conversations about blogs and every time, I never mentioned that I had my very own blog.
(a blog in which he has been the feature of numerous times)
Why, you ask?
I have no clue. Really. No good reason.
I always planned to tell him about it... eventually.

But, last weekend he discovered it all on his very own.
He was quite surprised to randomly stumble upon it and see multiple postings about him. haha.
So, now he knows.

On that note, here's another picture.
Its from his last visit here.
I made him do crafts with me... not sure if he had as much fun as I did.

P.S. He'll be here this weekend.