Campus Mystery Odor

I knew it was going to be difficult living south of campus rather than across the street. But, there was no way I was going to live in freshmen housing again. Primis? No thanks. So it was a sacrifice I was willing to pay. What's a few more blocks and a thousand more stairs compared to boys who act like girls? I thought it was a fair trade. And I was pretty much right.
I didn't notice it the first few times I walked up the stairs. I must have been distracted by the air shortage in my lungs. Trying not to pass out takes a lot of attention. I remember I smelled it first when we were walking to church. It's BYU, so of course they use every single room for church services. Our building is the MARB. I had my 8 am history class in the Relief Society room and my dreaded Anatomy lecture in the 'Chapel'.
Anyway, as Hilary, the Lindsa(e)y's, and I rounded the corner to tackle the last few sets of stairs, I was overcame by the most offensive smell, even in comparison to my Anatomy lab last year. I thought I was going to see what I ate for breakfast again. I looked around for the culprit, desperate to put as much space between myself and the smell as possible. I spotted a guy who looked like he didn't believe in showering, so I guessed that it was him, and ran away from him. A few days later I was talking to Hilary about it as we approached the staircase. She thought it was someone who decided to take their shoes off. I thought they just had a personal vendetta against general human cleanliness. As we discussed the topic further, a guy behind us piped in. He explained to us that it was a inconspicuous bush, budded with yellow flowers that was hidden by the staircase wall.
Okay, seriously! What IS it with BYU and rotten-smelling plants? It is torture enough to walk up the 150 stairs south of campus. Do they have to add in the smell of feet too?!?

The Door Stopper to My Thoughts

Writers block. It has been my constant companion for this past week. I have all these words and ideas stuck in my head like a traffic jam: hopeless, frustrating, and . . . . see? Still stuck. I always get into a jam when I want to convey something so unique and inspiring. In my head it all makes sense. But, can I put it on paper? Heck no!
Running through my head are words like dilapidated, runts, Boy Meets World, Smelly Cat, and PDA. What test do I have next? Is that paper due tomorrow? How much money do I have? Can there BE any more PDA-ing couples on campus, or are they all just attracted to me?
What horrid plant is that nightmarish smell coming from on the south campus stairs?
Taylor Swift.
Dr. Pepper and ice cream and fries.
How much longer can I stay healthy while my roommates are hacking up a lung?
Is there a cancer for eating too much Ramen?
5 more months . . .
Smelly Cat, what are they feeding you?
I need to go buy real food.
I need to work.
I need a hug.
Da Vinci. Machiavelli. Neo-Platonism.
I hate taking test.
Blah blah blah!!!
I hate writers block.

Head Scratchers

1. If you could eat anything without any negative consequences, what would it be?
French fries dipped in a shake. It sounds nasty, but is surprisingly delightful.
2. One vice you have to give up?
Facebook. It's unhealthy. It really is. But I love it.
3. If you could make anything happen right this moment . . .
I would be graduated and done with school FOREVER.
4. What would your first wish from a genie be?
That Ewan McGregor would be my boyfriend and sing to me all the time.
5. The second wish?
That I could fly. Seriously, it would shave off OODLES of time on my way to class.
6. If you were stuck forever in a Disney movie, which would it be?
Peter Pan, hands down. No place is more interesting than Neverland.
7. If you could only sing one song for the rest of your life?
The Elephant Love Medley.
8. The best quote?
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is learn to love and be loved in return.
9. If you could have one crazy adventure, what would you do?
Take a road trip to Vegas and have a crazy night full of the Stratosphere and Thunder from Down Under. HA! Just kidding :)
10. One thing you would changed about yourself:
Physical: That I'd have abs like that Girl off of Stick It
. . . Not Physical: That I would be more patient and less invisible.

Little Blessings

Does it make me an awful person if I was happy he broke the rules?

He always seem to know when I'm having a completely rotten, horrible day. I don't even say anything to him. I'll go weeks without so much as a peep from him and then the one day I think I'm going to crack under all the pressure, he sends out one tiny message that alters my entire day. I went into Art Civ about ready to break down in tears. I came out of there smiling from ear to ear. The funny thing was, he was probably the only person who could have gotten me out of that funk. The only one. Heavenly Father was clearly watching out for me today. He knew exactly what I needed to hear and who I needed to hear it from. Is it still a horrible thing to do? If it had such a positive effect, how could it possibly be bad? Is that justifying it?

Either way, I love you too.

More Lists

(Sunday's Post)

Things that oddly satisfy me:
Learning Smelly Cat on the guitar
The sound of high heels clicking on the street
Thunder and Lightning
The smell of rain
Popping my back
Making RMs feel just a little uncomfortable (in a G rated fashion)
Making people mad when I'm mad (I know, I sound like a horrible person)
Australian accents
Getting letters in the mail
Singing the Elephant Love Medley
Watching BYU football . . . when they win
Crunching leaves
When someone massages my legs
Or plays with my hair
Popping my hips
The smell of my mom's Parmesan rolls
The end of a Monday

Narcotics

(Saturday's Post)
Chalk off another night of falling asleep fully clothed, on top on my sheets, and my phone. After my pity party I went and laid in bed, waiting for Hil to get home so I could go to sleep. I always stay up for her to get home. Sometimes I feel like her mom. Too bad I didn't stay awake. At least I had good intentions right? Anyway, I woke up possibly around 3:30 and realized I couldn't breathe because of the huge belt I borrowed from one of my roommates. I ripped it off and just about everything else and went back to bed. There was no way I was going to make it all the way to the bathroom to wash my face. Oh well. Bring on the zits. Maybe I'll get ready for bed tonight . . . maybe.

Angst Angst Angst

I apologize for not having the last 3 days of posts up. The stupid internet that I'm paying for here only works half the time. Ridiculous, I know. So here is the post for Friday:

I'm in another one of those 'moods'. I have no reason for it. My homework is done, (ish) it's a Friday night, and I'm going to see one of my old friends at his Welcome Home this weekend. I hate it when I have no explanation for my angst. I hate angst in general. I think it's uber annoying. My roommate wants to run around and see all these people. I have no desire. What I really want to do is crawl into bed. It's only 8:30. Wonderful.
Hilary thinks it's because we are sick. We have super odd sleeping schedules, we hardly ever eat, and when we do finally eat, it's so unhealthy. I feel like Lorelai Gilmore on Gilmore Girls, only she had energy and was happy most of the time. I'm not.
I think I am just going to go to sleep . . .