I came home to SLC last night to water our pathetic lawn (our landlord called and is not happy about it). My neighbor, Thomas, was out working on his car. We talked and talked and then he asked me if I'd seen the fliers about the guy who's been breaking in to houses on our block. Terror raced through my body because I already knew that no one else was home. Apparently, there's a 300 lb guy who just walks in to people's houses, and one girl woke up at night to find him crouching at the end of her bed watching her. She screamed for him to get out, and he slowly hefted his weight out of there. The police haven't been able to find him, but say that they couldn't really do anything anyway because he hasn't stolen anything or hurt anyone. I made Thomas walk through my house with me, my heart would race every time I got to a spot where a huge guy really could hide. Later, after reading about 80 pages before getting even kind of sleepy, I decided if I woke up in the night, I would force myself not to look at the end of my bed. I felt safe with all of my doors locked, but I still can't stop my brain from conjuring up sticky situations. Thomas laughed when I told him, "Yeah, maybe the guy hasn't done anything yet, but I will be the someone who has something happen." I wasn't trying to be funny.
Just this morning, I was conversing with my mother about how I would really like to purchase my very own laptop, seeing how I might be taking on a student teacher, while he's bumbling up there in front of the kids, I can be in the corner typing up lesson plans (or watching Arrested Development on hulu.com). It's time I really truly did grow up.
After pleading with my mom to shop with me once they get back from their Alaskan cruise, I road tripped to Logan with Dra and my dad. Dra took a math placement test and got 95 out of 100! (She should be a teacher and come teach side by side with me, we'd be the best team.)
Well, before Dra took off to rock her test, what do we find on sale at the USU bookstore? A MacBook. So cute, so perfect. $849 for the MacBook, which comes with a hp printer, and an ipod. I was scared by it all just because it seemed so fabulous. Too fabulous? I told Dra and my dad that I needed to think about it, I would decide when Dra was done with her test. I texted my mom, asking her if I should buy it, and she immediately wrote back, "Heck yes!!!" That sealed the deal, and here I am typing my very first e-mail on my very first laptop on my very first blog.
Unfortunately, to get the screaming deal, you had to be a student, so we
pretended that it was for Dra, but that I was paying for it. I felt like a ventriloquist.
Salesman to Dra: What color of ipod would you like?
Dra to me: I don't know, hmm, what do you think?
Me: I don't know, would you mind if I looked at them both?
and on and on and on with all of his questions. Dra and I did pretty good, but it had to be painfully obvious that everything was for me.
I got an Ipod Classic, it's a whopping 120GB! What am I going to do with all of that space? I can finally watch the Beyonce Singles Ladies music video that I accidentally bought.
Please meet my new walls, you can call them Flotsam and Jetsam
My lamp is supposed to be crooked, it adds style.
On another note, Dra and I had the privilege of attending a birthday party that consisted of a huge slip n slide in the park. Picture a long row of tarps staked together, a water hose and lots of dish soap. It was the best time of my life. Dra even got hit in the head with a inflatable turtle, still not sure why the kid threw it at her but I'm so glad he did.
I'm off to Logan again with Dra and my Dad so that Dra can take her precious math test. Guaranteed I'll fall asleep in the car like last time but just turn my head to make it look like I'm really looking out the window. That'll do the trick. Dra can keep Dad entertained.
Quote of the Day:
"Yeah, or like when you're looking and it splashes you in the face?"