Suite-Mates #1 - ShaPi

I have 4 suite-mates. We'll call them ShaPi, TriWil, LinSea, and JesBo. When they do something annoying, quirky, or just down right weird, I will be blogging about it. Our first victim is ShaPi.

ShaPi stays up all hours of the night, singing at the top of her lungs. Her choice of music is much better than TriWil and LinSea's though, so I try not to complain. Today, I'm getting ready for church, got my churchy music on, and ShaPi starts playing her alternative music. This is unusual because she usually blasts church music on Sundays. I think to myself, "does she know it's Sunday?"

But lo and behold, she comes out wearing a dress. But wait, it's only 11am, church doesn't start until one. "Can you zip me up?" She asks. I zip her up as she sticks a dry toothbrush in her mouth and hurriedly brushes her teeth. "Do you have any gum?"

I reply that I might, but she doesn't seem to notice. "I have so much to do! I've got to go!" She yells and she walks towards the door. "I'm meeting President Bush!"

And with that, ShaPi was gone.

This Poem Does Not Rhyme

This is not a rhyming poem, I just want you to know
The words don’t sound the same, but I cannot tell you how.
Sometimes in a church hymnal the first line ends in “rain”
But the next line down, it seems, they’ve matched it with “again.”
If you’re in a swordfight, and you’re hands are tightly bound,
You better have sweet moves, or you will end up with a wound.
And while I’m on the subject, and talking about swords,
I must say a fight of courage can’t be described in too few words.
I hope that someone likes my poem, and my wonderful ideas,
If not, I’ll feel rejected and go sail the seven seas.
If you want to kick me out, then I will become an exile
And if it’s done swift as lightning, then that’s a simile.
I might be a little crazy, insanity in its highest dose,
Or maybe my allergies make me crazy ‘cause I can’t breathe out my nose!
My mother is a clown, and I’m my mother’s daughter,
And with that much being said, I hope this poem brings much laughter.
This is not a sad poem, so your eyes shall not tear,
But it might be an annoyance, so your hands might tear.
There is something in the forest that many folks are privy,
The thing that I speak of is the itchy poison ivy.
Just the other day, my daddy’s car was towed,
To never let that happen again is what my daddy vowed.
I right this wizened poem, while I am in my Youth,
And I hope I can keep it long after my health goes south.
Alaska is a cold place that I don’t really want to go,
But for reasons I don’t understand, there are many that actually do.
Have you met my darling friend Sally?
If I ever went to war she would be my greatest ally.
And if in some future time I have to go to war
I hope I’m not alone, and I hope it’s not too far.
And now I want some ice cream, I’m talking a whole pint,
The flavor that I’m craving is delicious chocolate mint.
I hope this frustrating poem doesn't make you red with fury,
Until you just can’t stand it and this poem try to bury.
I hope it doesn’t make your brain get hot with fever,
Because I’m afraid something like that might just last like that forever.
If you think too hard about it, your head will start to ache,
You might lose all sensibility and try to grow a mustache.
This poem is so grand, I hope it doesn’t get lost,
Otherwise the memory of this poem will just be a ghost.
Now I finish up my writing, 'cause you're begging me to cease,
I apologize if you were unable to read it with much ease.

Summertime Insomniac

I only have this problem, it seems, during the summertime, but I just cannot sleep! Take tonight for instance: I didn't fall asleep until after midnight, and yet here it is four o'clock and my body thinks it's got all the sleep it needs. I woke up an hour ago because it was so hot and dry in my room. I went upstairs, got a drink, put on some lotion. I came back down to bed . . . nothing.

Tried that relaxing your whole body thing--working at the toes and letting relaxation surge up your body. That just made me think of that time Allie, Monica, April, Terra, (Sarah?) and I tried to hypnotize ourselves in the game room. You know those weight loss programs--eating half and leaving half, thin and slim again, my mind is strong, my body is strong--that sort of thing. I tried to ignore that thought as I went up my body with relaxation. Trouble hit when I started to go back down.

When I reached "relax your buttocks" I thought about how funny it would have been if one of us five (6?) girls had farted at that exact moment during our hypnosis session. That got me going for quite awhile as my mind fought any idea of sleep.

Of course, this only made me think of it more, and eventually my mind turned to other things college. Like that I still have to come up with 3-4 names of people I would like on my committee for institute council next year. I don't think I 3-4 people that didn't graduate. I run through the list and weed out everyone I've thought of: April was on the same committee last year, Shelby's not the institute council type, Jaclyn wasn't my favorite Nauvoo roommate, I don't know Mallory's last name. You see my problem? I have to get names to Brother Clark by the end of the month!

Ick! I never realized how awful Tums aftertaste is! It's like I'm sucking on a penny, only it's all the way in the back of my mouth. When I went upstairs I grabbed two Tums because we had pizza for dinner and I was sick of tasting it. (Sorry.) Usually I'll grab one or two Tums and go to bed, so I don't have to taste them after the initial chewing and swallowing process. I wish I didn't have to taste them now!

I have church in less than 6 hours. I will be so tired by then, but for now I am wide awake! What am I going to do for six hours? Try and fail some more at sleeping? Watch some more Stargate? That's not exactly "Sunday appropriate" television. Should I go upstairs and read my library book? Or maybe take a hot bath?

I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that I can't breathe, the reason why I can't sleep. I'm allergic to my brother's big fat cat, but only when it sheds. This is the point where my father would say "that [expletive deleted] cat always sheds!"

Well, I think I'm going to try to sleep now, hopefully getting this mess of thoughts out will make it much easier to sleep. Hopefully.

Awomanda

Went camping with my ward this weekend. It was super fun. We played Truth or Dare and somehow I got dubber "Awomanda." What do you think about this nickname? I don't think it'll stick. :P

F-

I had a dream last night that I got an F- in my Prehistoric Life class. They had do invent the grade just for me. Apparently my work was so bad it would have been better for me to not turn it in at all. It was so atrocious that everything I turned in was actually worth negative points. Yeesh!!

I have a nephew!!

My sister had her baby boy, David Michael, today. Got texted while I was in class at 11:40AM. Yay!!
Also I've registered for classes for fall semester and filled out a housing application for Sessions. Wonder who my roommate will be? I didn't specify anybody, so I could get ANYONE. Cool, huh?
This blogging thing is kind of like writing a journal that you want people to read. :P

Hello Blog World

This is my official first blog! Yay! When I figure out how I will make my own template, but for now, I kind of like this one (as long as it doesn't say "undefinded" above my posts.)