Isn't it crazy how much can change in a few years? I never think I'm changing, but when you look back six months previous, I'm a completely different person than I was. Funny how life works...
Side note: I just turned up the brightness on my laptop and I feel like I discovered a whole new world. This magic moment...
So Facebook has groups that only certain people can join, and my ward up here has one. No one in the ward even knows I exist. It's the weirdest thing. Especially since I go to church every Sunday. But anyway, so for General Conference, we had this weird guy that posted for like 2 weeks with a countdown and a video. Every single day. So every day for 2 weeks, I had a notification from James Call. "11 days until General Conference!" So today, April 5, I posted to the wall thing, for the first time ever, "183 days until General Conference" and I posted a video. Do you ever have those moments when you KNOW you're the funniest persona alive on the planet? That happens to me a lot. Anyway. My friend/future roommate Mckinlee was in her room and someone came in and was like "oh my gosh you guys I saw the funniest thing on Facebook! Some girl posted in our ward a countdown to general conference like James Call hahah"
Another girl, "Is she even in our ward?"
"I Don't know".
I died laughing when Mckinlee told me. Brighton commented on it, quoting from Mean Girls, "She doesn't even go here!"
Then, right after this, I've been needing boxes/black trash bags to pack up all my stuff for the apartment/ to go home... I go out in the hall to go to the bathroom, and theres a huge cardboard box! So I looked left and right like they taught me in school, then i grabbed it and ran back in the room. Then went back to the bathroom like I originally needed, and what do you know. There was a trash bag filled with balloons. So, I emptied the balloons and took the trash bag. I'm a klepto. But on a plus note, our hall now looks like a party with all the balloons! They'll thank me...
Brighton was gone for 10 days in Scotland on her own Spring Break with her family, so naturally, some of our future-roommates and I covered everything she owned in yellow post-it notes. It was like a post-it bomb had gone off. Brilliance at its best.
You have to get pretty creative here when it comes to things to do. Maybe that explains the multiple condoms/pregnancy tests that we've left in the bathrooms and hallways... Or when we hide in the back of Sydney's truck and wait for people to pass by and then we jump out at them. Don't judge, it's one of the funniest things we've done. We had Mckinlee in the truck, but you couldn't see her. And then she would watch for people. "Ready.......set.....NOW!" Then we would get em. Every time. I don't know if they peed from being scared, but I think I peed from laughing so hard.
We had a birthday sign that we would put in our friend's rooms, but we lost it. It was originally for me, and Brighton and Michelle got in from the dollar store. Obviously, because it was spelled "Hapy Birthday". SO funny. But Michelle got it last, and we don't really know where it is now. But the good news is, coming back from dinner tonight, Brighton and I found our new sign. It's on some girls car. And we want it. So we're waiting about 2 hours for it to get dark. Then I move in. Sorry, Hayley.
Oh good news, I passed my first kidney stone. And lived to tell the tale. I deserve a sticker, or a llama, or something.
Also, Brighton, Jessica and I set off the fire alarm. I don't remember if I told you that. I feel like I did. But I don't even remember what I ate for dinner three hours ago. But yes, we were playing soccer in the hallway at like midnight. And Brighton (obviously she doesn't play soccer), hit the fire alarm (or maybe she does, cause of her good aim, and just is playing it off?) and we had to evacuate the entire building. 250 girls. At midnight. Some were NOT happy. Also, it was freezing. Hey, it happens. Right?
Well, that's all I got for ya. I've been needing to study for anatomy for the past... four months. So here goes. Finals are in two weeks, then it's Texas Time. Also, I promise I'm not just up to no good. Good things just aren't as fun to write... But don't worry! I've changed a lot, but even still, Grady Taylor is my dad. That doesn't give you a whole lot to work with:) It must be genetics.
