I hate the smell.

My room smells like printmaking and my hands smell like oil based clay.

Maybe some day I'll get used to it.

Or maybe I won't.

Sculpting went a little something like this today...

In printmaking I keep to myself most of the time.

I'm usually the one in the upper right corner.

Today a girl came and sat behind me. 

She was working on her etching. 

She was the demonstrator. In other words the teacher used her etching to show the class how to do things. Lucky son of a gun.

She had some exposed edges on her copper that the acid would eat if they weren't covered. 

My teacher brought over some supplies to show the class how to do so.

She left for a minute and the class went back to there seats.

Me and this girl were looking at this red goop. 

It had some that leaked over the edge of the bottle. 

We looked at each other. 

"Do you know what that stuff is?" she asked

"Ha, no. Do you?"

"no"

She touched the outer edge. She got it all over her finger tips, she quickly looked for a place to whip them off. She ended out whipping them off on a piece of cardboard.

She looked back at me, I shrugged my shoulders, as if it was no biggy.

This Story is going somewhere I promise.

A few minutes later our teacher comes back and tells the class to gather around

She puts her gloves on, grabs the bottle of red goop and proceeds to tell us that it is EXTREMELY toxic.

So toxic in fact that it will even start to disintegrate your gloves on contact.

Do NOT get it on your skin under any circumstances.

I look up at the girl, she's looking at me with wide eyes.

While we're getting this 15 minute lecture, me and this girl are looking at each other with fear in our eyes,

trying to hold in our laughter, and the scare that has almost made us pee our pants.

Don't worry she survived.

Laughing my freakin guts out.

I probably shouldn't be. 

It's inappropriate, sometimes I think those immature things are amusing.

Especially this story I was introduced to.

I'm dying of laughter.

Like the snorting in a class of 300 people kind of laughter.

Like I just can't hold it back kind of laughter.

With your shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

The one where even if you want to stop you can't.

Now that I've built your expectations up extremely high.

Here it is.

excuse some slight bad language.

We tried something new.

We were bored.

I wanted to take pictures of the lightening.

It didn't work out.

I asked Tam to do something cool.

This is what she came up with.

You see we've been kinda obsessed with the Lord of the Rings lately.

I guess thats what happens when you watch all of the extended versions and eagerly awaiting The Hobbit.

I prayed for a social experience.
I was hoping one with a good looking guy.
Tam has class after institute. I don't.
I decided to hang in the institute building this time around to waste a little time.
So get this, I'm sittin' on the couch watching the CES fireside and one of the institute teachers comes up to me. I had my earphones in. She motioned to her ears and mouths "can you hear me?"
hahahaha i don't know why i still think thats so funny but i do.
I paused my spiritual moment and said yes.
She started to tell me about her dating and courtship class and how she has like 20 boys and only 10 girls.
She proceeded to tell me about how she was doing speed dating for her lesson.
Clever Heavenly Father.
I excepted her request.
It was fun to say the least.
i thought one boy was cute until i stood up and realized he was 4 inches short than i was.
nothing against short men. in fact they should marry tall women so they can balance out the next generation.
haha i kill myself.
The best part was after class one of the boys came up to me and started talking about something completely random. Asking questions like I knew the answer.
Shortly after seeing my blank face he realized that he had mistaken me for another girl he had talked to.
To put it lightly he was embarrassed and walked away.
i would be to. i would be to.

Sickly

This is what happens when i get sick.

I raid the medicine cabinet. 

Or stare at it, hoping it will help me without ingesting any of the nasties.

You'd think that after having the flu twice in one month that i'd be over getting sick.

Now I have a head cold.

It's beginning to be absolutely ridiculous.

Tam used to be the one that got sick all the time, i guess her luck passed on to me.

My nose has been stuffed to the brim.

I honestly woke up 20 times in the night to blow the darn thing.

I was determined to get over this crap, so last night before we started our movie, i ventured through the magic cabinet; all the herbs in the world...seriously.

I pulled out the hot cayenne and poured ten drops on a spoon full of yogurt.

A few drops dripped on my figures and I quickly wiped them off (valid part of the story) put the yogurt in my mouth and swallowed before the burn was too bad.

honestly its always bad.

i figured it would help my nose run.

So i'm chillin' on the couch, running through the previews (which i actually quite enjoy), and my eyes start to itch. My eyes always itch. I start to rub them, like really rub them.

This is when the burning begins. 

The hot cayenne that got on my figures was now residing on my eye balls.

burned retinas here i come.

I ran to the bathroom and rinsed.

It got so bad that my family was pouring milk on my eyes (is that safe?).

If this ever happens to you. Scream, just scream bloody murder.

Obviously.

college

It's here again.

So many boys.

So goodlooking.

So married.

I like college only because I like art (and checking out married men...apparently).
A little too much.
In school my life revolves around it. Which makes me extremely abnormally happy.
My homework is sketching, ahhhh, kill me now with happiness.
Every semester I look forward to my new classes.
So far this semester? I'm loving it.
It's only been the first day. Haha....haha.....ha..ha...ha......haha.
I'll be wanting to kill myself in a month or so.

I have a new story in hand.
With new adventures such as college comes great stories.
So tam and i are driving down center, or as we like to emphasis cener street, and this car pulls to the side of us.
We're always on the look out for PHAT (pronounces as fat) men.
Pretty. Hott. And. Tempting.
Tam whispers "he could be cute."
I look and said "yeah and probably married"
like all the cute men in my classes.
We pulled up to a red light and this was our chance to check out his hand.
yes we do realize this is not a sure sign.
All I saw was him bent over with something leaking out of his face. I was only sure that it was wet.
I assumed it was spit, but then again why would he be spitting in his car?
I looked forward and told tam to look his way.
He was blowing his nose on a t-shirt he grabbed from the back seat.
I'm guessing it wasn't spit I saw.
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
The next thing I knew this fine man started loading up on cough syrup.
Poor guy.
He was sick and we were judging him.

How we defeated death.

We went on a little adventure. 

We traveled to a little town in Colorado to visit my sister.

We mostly went thrifting at least 75% of our time there.

I'm obsessed with the local Fruita thrift store.

There are teasures in that little place; it's magical.

This is gonna be a long story. 

It might be worth reading.

It's mostly for kicks and giggles for those of us that were on the river at the time...you had to be there.

After a long day of thrifting and talking about floating down the Colorado river we decided it was time. 

Mom warned us of the danger knowing our past excursions on moving bodies of water.

Somehow we almost die every time.

Nate said don't disrespect the river more then once.

We bought mattress floaties and I stole little Sierras floatational device for myself.

Grabbed some Gatorades, some fruit snacks and we were ready.

We were lectured before leaving the house.

I received a phone call on the way to the river. My father, who did not accompany us on the trip, asking if I wanted to get married and have kids.

They were over reacting, obviously. We didn't turn around.

The portion of the river we were floating was the calmest part of the Colorado. No white water rapids.

As smooth as the lazy river at Seven Peaks.

Nathan drove us up to Grand Junction and we would float back to Fruita, a three and a half hour glide.

We were pumped and ready. 

We pulled out our floats and wasted all of our energy on blowing them up switching off on losing our breath.

The river was as dirty as Utah Lake, my favorite kind of water.

We got in, waved goodbye to Nate, and we were off. 

No more than five minutes down did we start to hear "rapids" oh no rapids. Stupid rapids.

Being safe and listening to the advice we got from the expert fisherman we exited the river with our floaties in hand walking on the side. After trekking for a while Lis turned and asked if we wanted to call Nate to come pick us up. I wanted to give in. Who wanted to walk most the way down the river? I sure as heck didn't. 

But we didn't give up. We're Craven girls.

Without any rapids in sight we climbed back in the river and didn't leave again. We floated down the...rapids... more like waves...smalllll waves...instead of getting out.

And guess what it was fun!

We were happy chilling in the nice water with the nice weather talking about how "mom would lovvve this" "I know its sooo nice out." "it's just like the lazy river at Seven Peaks." "We should do this with the whole family. Family reunion on the Colorado river, babies and all...so calm, soo relaxing... so nice." "I'd do this every freakin day if I lived here."

We were talking, laughing, and having the time of our lives, honestly, beside getting left behind several times because they had the soft, swift mattresses and me, getting stuck on several rocks by my bum and having those speedy two laugh while I tried to scoot off we had a sort of rockin' time. 

We we're incandescently happy.

Sadly it completely changed when the clouds started to hang over us, the thunder started to roll, the lighting started to strike, (yes i did just quote Garth Brooks) and lets not forget the light rain droplets. 

I started to us my arms as propellers. I didn't want to get stuck in the storm. I'm sure the end of the river was just around the corner...or an hour later. We hit some soft rapids. Since I was ahead I told them to go left or right to stay away from the rocks so our floatational devices wouldn't pop. By this time we were professional in avoiding the rocks. It was maybe a foot deep tam lost her tube tried to jump on the mattress and missed...haha...it wasn't funny, she was hurt, but Lisa and I couldn't stop...going against the rapids was a no no. We got to the end waiting for Tambam to appear, it took awhile but we saw her lifeless body floating down the waves. 

I yelled at her, she didn't move. Crap mom was going to kill us. Minutes later she moved and yelled back; she was okay.

We all caught up to each other. 

It started to pour. The rain pelted our poor bodies. I wasn't staying in the dumb river any longer. I got to the edge ready to climb out. Lisa asked if we'd rather walk in the rain waiting for Nate to pick us up or to finish floating. It was wise but dumb. Lighting was hitting right next to the river, if it hit the water we'd have been dead. Including the little one inside Lisa. 

I gave in we started to float. 

I started to move as fast as I could down the river leaving the other two behind. All of us trying to not hit trees, rocks, or any sort of bad rapids. The rain was coming down so hard I could hardly see in front of me. 

It became extremely cold.

I could barely see Tam and Lisa behind me but I knew they were in the water. It was the only way to keep warm in the freezing outdoors.

I couldn't get in. I had the gatorade bottles, fruit snacks, and cellular devices on me. 

I was tired, freezing, and shivering to the point where I couldn't stop.

I yelled at my sisters to catch up so I could get in the water. 

I knew Tam didn't want to leave Lisa because she was pregnant.

She finally reached me, helping me get in the water. 

We were all gonna die if not by lighting then by hypothermia.

But we made it. When I saw the Fruita bridge I wanted to die I was so excited. The end couldn't come fast enough, the towel, the warmth, the hot shower couldn't come fast enough.

As we were getting out Nate stood waiting for us. He looked down at our poor souls and said,

"I told you not to disrespect the river."

We made it out. We made it out alive. 

A little over dramatic?

Maybe.

Did the story need to be that long?

No. 

Welcome to my life.

Watch it.

Nailed it.

Daylight Savings.

True Story.

I'm doing this!

This is whats going to be going on at my house some night before Christmas.

Move the table and couches and we have a dance studio of our own.

Now all I need it is a video recorder.

Watch it. Laugh a little.

Pits

The axilla (or armpit) is the area on the human body directly under the joint where the arm connects to the 90 degree angle called your shoulder (just call me miss webster).

Armpits...Probably the most unattractive thing on your lovely bodies, believe it.

Shaving-takes time
Waxing-Painful
Which one do you prefer? Oh really? Waxing?



Now which one?  Personally, I like to take my time.

Smile

We were walking up the stairs to enter the Liberal Arts building prepared for the next English class that we had to endure. We always liked English until we got into college. We were stopped by a young Chinese man. He was standing in front of the doors, feeling up and down the sides and then pulling on them until his knuckles were white. We were both thinking what in the world was he trying to do. He looked up at us and then quick went back to his business. then he finally looked around and saw the handle. He pulled open the door and then said "Ohhhhh" In his Chinese accent. Then he mumbled something in Chinese and walked. We tried to hold in our laughter we really did but it didn't last long.

Not the man we encountered today, but could be his twin if he had a baseball hat on and glasses :)