There's Just Something About Crazy People...

How many times have you seen someone foaming at the mouth and thought that they were attractive? It happens to me all of the time...like the one I met over the break. I saw some guy just chillin' on a street corner, just as foamy as could be. It was like he had eaten an entire box of dish soap, with bubbles forming when he attempted to speak, which would then just float off in the cold air. Often times I have had the urge to just pour liquid soap into Matt's mouth to see the froth build up, while he is gagging and choking on the wretched stuff...I guess that is a pretty strange urge, and I don't think that I could ever go through with it, but I have played the scene over and over in my mind.

Sometimes, no, many times I feel that he deserves it for all of that poking. But to tell you the truth, I rather enjoy it, even though I feign the contrary. I just like to try and make him feel guilty for whatever I can. It doesn't seem to work though...Pity. I have come up with a way of getting him back, which really works well, and I get oh so much enjoyment out of it. He is always wearing his sweatshirt, and before he knows what's going on, I pull the hood over his head, and then grab the draw strings and pull with all my might. You should really see him, it's the most entertaining thing since Jello. Speaking of Jello, at Thanksgiving dinner my sister made this really weird Jello with chicken in it. It was a Jello chicken casserole. Sounds odd, but it was quite delicious. As are my fingers...sooo tasty...now I know why babies suck them....

Oh, and the most embarrassing thing happened on Sunday. I was just so happy that Matt was home that I did this elaborate welcome home dance in his apartment before I realized what a bad idea it was. He enjoyed it though, and will probably never let me live it down, since he has asked me to do it again, and I refuse. And get this! Today he even offered to pay me if I danced for him! I was seriously tempted, and was just getting up when his roommate walked in. No way I was going to dance in front of both of them. Have you ever thought about immersing your head in a giant pot of chicken noodle soup? I bet those noodles would get into all sorts of strange places...not to mention the vegetables. Those pieces of celery are particularly nasty to get out of your ears...not that I have done it or anything. Alright. It was for a dare though. A dare that I gave myself. Yes, I have issues, but so do you.

And that is why I have vowed to never lick my toes...what if I ended up liking it? That would just be embarrassing to get caught in public. I guess that I am one of those crazy people that I wrote about...at least I like myself. Alright, enough about me. Have a happy Easter and don't get caught if you do decide to try it...

Have You Conquered Your Phobia?

Everybody guess where this idea is coming from... Same place most of my ideas for blogs come from... Yes, it happens to be wonderful PSYCHOLOGY!

So, here is the thought. Today we talked about phobias; mostly arachniphobia. We watched this semi interesting movie on this lady that wore snow suits in her home almost all year around fearing that if she didn't she would be unprotected from all the spiders. She also carried around one of those dusting wands and waved it around in the air to prevent herself from walking into a spider web that might happen to be there. She would tape up her bedroom door so that no spiders would crawl through the cracks. It was basically insane. Anyways, so then they did this virtual therapy thing... and she was miraculously cured. But she explained the anxiety that this phobia caused. Some people have anxiety when they're in large crowds, or closed spaces, public bathrooms (the germs :o ) , new places, and there's about a phobia for anything really. What's the point of what I'm saying? They compared this to being in love. Don't you experience the same feelings of anxiety? Your heart beating miles per minutes, the nerve wracking, the sweaty palms... it was just an interesting thought. So, really being in love is a phobia? Now that may be a fallacy, but really they can relate. Do people avoid love because of the anxiety or nervousness that it may cause? I personally think that some people do this, but really, many people haven't had a problem conquering that fear. I mean, here around BYU campus, it seems that obviously people aren't having to much of a problem with it. But so then why is it that so many people have these phobias... big or small that prohibit them from doing things, that they haven't seemed to overcome? If the same reactions are occuring because of the messages from your hippocampus ( woo hoo, using my phych. vocab. ), why are their so many people that seem helpless in facing their fears? ... Anyways, it was just a wonder... that may be insignificant, but it was fun to think about.

..... That is my thought for the day, Until Next Time....

Miracles Do Happen

I have recently discovered one of the best things about college. It took me this long to realize it, and that's somewhat a sad thing. Let me explain.

It was Wednesday and the was going as it usually did. I woke up w/ barely enough time to run out the door and somehow make it to my extremely ridiculous chemistry class on time. After chemistry, I didn't really have anything pressing to do since my english teacher had given us a break and didn't assign any homework from Monday. So, I did some chemistry, I slept a little on the comfortable chairs that they have in the student center, and finally, I went to go meet my sister at the usual time.

I was a little early, and so I made some faces at my sister through the window since I couldn't see the teacher. It was fantastic let me tell you. She laughed... and then eventually her class was over and the people began to filter out. She got a soda (again, as usual), and we walked out to her car where we have our fun little chats, and she drives me over to the Gunther Trade Center where my English class is located. But, that day was a smidge different. She told me that Jacob had stayed home from school since he was sick, and that Dan was at home with him... waiting for Skeet so he could go to work. So, unfortunately, our chum time was basically zero for the day. That's okay though, I thought!

Well, so off to English I went. I was almost an hour early, so I decided I would just read in the hallway. I wasn't feeling that great... but I my gut was still in enough tact that it told me I shouldn't skip English. Darn that gut anyways. So, First thing... where my sister drops me off, there is a huge hill that I have to walk up. Okay, by huge I mean, it's not that tall, but It's a pretty steep apgrade. So image this: It's raining and the grass has dew droplets spread about evenly. Teri is in this 1" high shoes, that are more like church shoes, and have zero traction. Also, her head feels as if it my combust at any given moment. : Okay, so if the rest of the truth isn't portrayed through that image... let me just clue ya in. Yes... I indeed had much troubles getting up the hill, and in fact fall right over. At the top of the hill there are trees, so I, in my desperate attempts to survive, grabbed the tree and held on for dear life. Also at the top of th hill there is a sidewalk. It's not a high traffic sidewalk, but there is definately enough that all difnity was lost after the incident. As soon as I "got a grip" on things, I stood up and non chalantly walked away, hoping that because the grade was so steep, maybe no one saw me until I actually popped out from behind the tree. (Highly Unlikely)

So, after that horrific event, I eventually arrived outside the door of my English class with about 40 minutes until the class would start. But Wait! What? There was a piece of paper hanging on the door, and that only means one thing. Someones class was canceled! Who's class? Yes! It was a miracle, It read "Mr. Nodal's English 1010 MWF class from 11:00-11:50 will be canceled today." It was great! But, I then realized I went through that entire hill climbing experience for no reason... wonderful. Oh well. So, my feeling a bit "under the weather" decided... heck, I might as well just skip Psychology.. you haven't missed that class yet. My gut this time was indifferent... in fact, i think it may have even told me it was okay. So, I did in fact go home. I slept for a Very Very long time, and the day was basically one of sleep. The next day sounds extremely similar to that one... only I didn't even go to school this time, I just slept.

Well, On to today. Again, things were going as usual. The chemistry scenario... the doing nothing for an hour, then meeting my sister... (only this time the chum time was much better), the hill scene was much better... I only had to hold onto the ground at one point just because I thought Maybe it might be like last time, but it wasn't. I successfully made it up the hill, with all dignity in tact. And then, when I reached my English class, my heart was sort of hoping that exciting sign would be on the door again. But come on, how likely was that? Two days in a row? Not a chance. So I walk in, along with a few other students... and about 2 minutes go by... some other students trickle in... and 5 minutes go by.... we're finally all there thinking... "Wow, this is unusual for our English teacher friend who has probably been late less than 5 times in his life."... we All wait with great anticipation. Every time another person would walk in everyones eyes shifted to the door in unison hoping that Mr. Nodal would not be behind it!

Finally! It was 5 after, and we decided that we would ALL leave at the same time. YAY!!! That's a record! No english homework the entire week! It really was a miracle! We all up and left, and who knows if Mr. Nodal ever showed up. I don't. And I don't really want to know. I'm having a great time letting the time pass as I tell you all of today's excitement.

So, back to my previous statement. I would have to say that one of the best things about college is that yes, there is always that hope of one of your classes being canceled. You're paying for it yes, but honestly right now all my classes are generals... those tedious classes that you're forced to take before you can take the ones that really interest you! So, if class is canceled- Yay for us! In highschool, if your teacher decided not show there was always someone to fill in for them. You always knew that unless it was a holiday or a scheduled break, you had to go to school, and the only hope was that maybe by some miracle there would be no homework, or your teacher would have a moment of mental abstraction and allow you to do whatever you wanted. But those almost never happened as time went on. In Minnesota there was always the hope of a snow day... but after I moved, I was sorely dissappointed when I realized Minnesota was basically a world of it's own in that aspect. Yes, those days actually occurred, and the movie "Snow Day" didn't make them up. ( as some people thought :o) )

Anywho, so today is going peachily, and it's Friday, chances are high in that it probably will continue to roll "peachily". Sweet! Anywho, I hope that you all are wonderful. I would apalogize for my randomness, but you all know me, and I wouldn't be foooling anyone. I'm just a pretty random person ... a lot of the time. So! Have a PEACHY day!