Productivity

After a spendy but good trip to Jiffy Lube, I came back home and got a lot done.

Namely:

1. Watching the new episode of 30 Rock

2. Watching the new episode of The Office

3. Watching the new episode of Psych

4. Watching (500) Days of Summer

I wish all of my days could be this productive.

Sister Shopping Spree

Today was possibly the most successful shopping trip ever. There were seriously the best sales in Salt Lake. Combined, I’m pretty sure my sister and I spent under $100, and we bought lots of stuff from Urban Outfitters, Anthropologie, Gap, Wet Seal, American Eagle, Victoria Secret and Graywhale. For example, I bought two shirts for $2.25 each. My mom definitely raised us to be bargain shoppers. We pretty much grew up in Ross.

Pictures of our success:

Also, there was a nice view of the city on the way from lunch at The Pie to the mall, so we immediately stopped the car on the side of the road and took these:

Also, best vinyl find of the day? Tears for Fears. I couldn’t stop laughing. Mostly because of this. (You really, really, really need to watch the whole episode. I couldn’t find the best clip on youtube, but this one is definitely sufficient because they’re holding the exact record I bought in it!) The record was even in pristine condition, like no one had touched it since 1985. I think the guy at the store was amused by how excited I was for it.

Please watch the whole thing. You so won’t regret it. Psych Season 2, Episode 1 American Duos.

Also, while I’m talking about psych, they’re having a competition on their web page to have a shout out for the college who gets the most points, and last I checked BYU was totally winning. So please help make it happen! You have no idea how happy that would make me. It’s pretty much my favorite show ever, as evidenced by my psych poster, mug and sweatshirt. Ok, I’m done now. Definitely didn’t mean to write that long about it at all. I just love it far too much.

The Tour

Well, after two months I am officially all moved into my apartment. And it’s such a wonderful apartment. It feels so much more homey and peaceful; I can actually relax here. Going home to my old apartment would often just make me more stressed out… So, after many requests (all of which may have come from my mom), here is the grand tour of my apartment. I labeled some fun things in my room because lets face it, pictures of walls are really boring.

The nice and spacious kitchen:

The living room:

Two of my favorite features:

The fireplace.

And real carpet! Don’t underestimate how wonderful it is.

Here’s a dorky picture of me in the apartment:

And that is all.

Being a Klutz

In case there were ever any doubts, let me assure you that I am a total klutz. You probably should have already figured this out after my post about the "shower incident," but let me lay any doubts you may still harbor to rest.

This account actually happened a couple weeks ago, but I'm healing now and it itches like none other so it's all I can think about. It all happened late one Friday night when I got a little over excited to get to Annie's to watch the new episode of Psych. I was minding my own business, running from my car to her apartment when all of a sudden I tripped big time. I blame this misfortune on bad lighting and an illogically placed step. Who puts a step up for the last square of sidewalk before the road anyways? It makes no sense. So the step took me out and I found myself hobbling over to Annie's and pleading for big bandages to cover my wounds. One of the most sad things about this is that I didn't get to pay much attention to the beginning of Psych that night.

What I'm really wondering is, when do these things stop happening? I totally remember coming home all the time as a kid with bloody knees, but I didn't really picture myself doing this now. It's not like I was even doing anything cool, like rescuing a small child from a charging school bus. I feel like I'm seven years old. I'm 20! I'm even wearing a spiderman bandaid on my elbow. And yes, I did go to Target and consciously pick out the spiderman ones because I thought they were cooler than all the boring plain ones.

As a celebration of what are soon to be my new scars I will tell you a couple other scar stories because you know you like them.

1) The Alpine Slide.

So, it turns out that when they tell you at the top of the Alpine Slide to not go too fast they actually mean it. At the time I thought that they just wanted to make it so I couldn't have any fun. Me and my sister were at the top of the alpine slide at Snowbird when I got a great idea. We should race! So I hunkered down and made myself as small as possible so I could go super fast. My plan was working and I was totally winning. Then I hit the first turn and shot off the track. I rolled in between the two tracks and ended up in the one next to me and jumped up panicking because I thought I was seconds before getting nailed by my sister. Luckily she stopped first. The great part about this is that my mom happened to be taking rapid shot pictures as this was happening and in each shot you can see my distance doubling and my sister shrinking. As a result of this adventure I got nasty scrapes all over my back, legs and arms. You can still see the scars. I was sore for the entire rest of the vacation, which involved a lot of time sitting uncomfortably in the car. As a testament to my toughness though, after I went to the first aid center I ended up going on the zip line and attempted to ride the slide again. The more embarrassing part is that this only happened a couple of years ago.

2) I ran into the dishwasher when it was left open. I still have a scar on my shin. The end.