an apple a day brings justin beiber to play... what?

this was my halloween. i made carmel apples. and justin beiber crashed the party. no big.

you may be wondering if i really like editing photos on my iphone. 

the answer is yes.

and i like putting them in little collages, and looking at them more than necessary.

and then i like putting them on my blog, so when i look at my blog it is pleasing to me.

this is really a selfish thing. you can stop reading if you're offended.

what i'm trying to say is...

i really love carmel apples. LOVE THEM. i have been waiting to make these babies all the fall season. so finally i wrangled some people up and convinced them it would be the best use of their time to come to my house, and enjoy the treat. 

i don't think they were disappointed.

(maybe they were? but justin beiber made up for it? i mean, he was there. wearing my shoes...)

anyway. i hope you all had a spooky halloween. 

one that you can tell everyone about for years to come and they'll all be impressed.

you know... "back in my day, we celebrated halloween like it was nobody's business! we ate carmel apples and listened to music, and danced in the kitchen and it was wonderful! haven't had a halloween like it since... those were the days."

well. now i'm rambling. 

catch ya later alligator.

p.s. thanks for the jacket, Jaron.

i can't help falling in...

yesterday, i woke up, meandered to the bathroom, washed my face, put on make-up, was in the process of doing my hair... when suddenly i heard my roommates leaving the house.

"what time is it?" i wondered.

almost 9:00 a.m. my phone answered.

"Oh," i thought, "my class starts at 9. not 9:30 as i had thought when i woke this morning."

this is the second time this has happened.

yesterday, standing in the student center with my friends, i became bored.

it's hard when they speak spanish to each other.

or about spanish things.

how am i supposed to understand? and besides, i was hungry.

so i turned on my heel and started walking away, figuring they would follow.

they did.

braden said, "don't be grumpy."

i said, "i'm sorry, i'm grumpy when i'm hungry."

...and when i don't understand conversations, apparently.

yesterday, i was in walmart. 

we found some black jeans.

my friend needed to try them on.

there was no dressing room attendant and the doors were locked.

so he hid behind a wall, while i stood guard, and he changed.

then the attendant returned.

"I'm sorry," she said, "i had to go over to the returns area."

"that's just fine," i said, "no need to worry. it was funny."

"it wasn't funny!" tanner exclaimed from his new dressing room.

yesterday was a good day.

i wanted to go to this.

p.s. i should get out of bed now...

on the radio

Here's the deal. I don't get angry... not really very often anyway. Very few things can put me over the edge, and those who know me well can probably name a couple of them. The first being - when I'm absolutely ridiculously hungry. I can't help myself. I want food, and I want it now! The second - cleaning. Sometimes when I am cleaning, I get super grumpy. Don't bother talking to me, I probably won't respond. I will however, clean whatever I am cleaning to the best of my ability. Which is good of me.

Today I discovered a new catalyst for my own anger. And this is when I am at work. I have the lovely task of boxing up and shipping the product that we sell to people. I'm actually not bad at it, I consider myself accurate and efficient. (I don't mind bragging about this apparently...) I just ship ship ship away, all morning long. And usually around lunch time, I'm about done with the morning shipping. This is good, because this is when my hunger kicks in, and if you read the above paragraph... you know what happens then. So, when I am shipping, and it's lunch time, and the pile of shipping keeps growing due to the salesmen upstairs... You can imagine my wrath. One one hand, I'm hungry. On the other, I'm trying to get a job done, and other people are hindering it. So I fly into a frenzy of anger, and feel like punching anyone who dares put another box on the shipping table right in the face.

I have never punched anyone in my life, and therefore, have very good self-control.

but there you have it. how to get me angry.

Happy Tuesday!

p.s. do you ever have those moments when you realize, "oh, this is real life?" those moments scare me a little.

the office

People are funny. If you are really quiet, you can hear the most entertaining things sometimes. For instance, the other day at work:

Coworker 1: Are you going down to the other building?

Coworker 2: ... Yes.

Coworker 1: Oh good, will you please go get this toner for me?

Coworker 2: Uhh, I think we have one on the shelf...

Coworker 1: Oh, really? I didn't see it. Maybe I was wrong, I'll go check.

Coworker 2: Yeah, you should do that.... I wasn't really going down to the other building.

Coworker 1: What?

Coworker 2: I thought maybe you wanted to go down there to play a game of basketball... 

p.s. there's just something good about a person who enjoys tomatoes and avocados.