getting [kind of] better.

One of my new year's resolutions was to be better at cleaning... not just hurrying and cleaning and hiding stuff because I found out people were coming over in less than an hour. But in all honesty, nothing gets a home cleaner faster or more thorough then when you find out you will have guests on short notice.

So far, success! It is only February, but right now, it looks like we are waiting for people to come over and we definitely are not. Every time I have to type out d-e-f-i-n-i-t-e-l-y I really just hate the freakin' word. I've learned, cleaning is kind of a habit, not just a chore. But I still will hate nothing more than having to do the dishes. We don't have a dishwasher. Actually we do have a dishwasher, and she is typing this right now. Can your dishwasher blog too? CAN IT?

I'm exhausted. Couldn't wait til I got home so I could nap. But that really annoying thing happened where you are tired all day and then you get home and feel like you've been on doing speed all day. Is there a word for that? Because I hate it. I laid in bed for an hour trying to get into sleep mode. Stared at the ceiling. Tried to spot "look-a-like" things in the ceiling moldings (only found a duck, Conan O'Brian, and a bottle). Looked at the Christmas lights draped around my window. Decided if I should take a picture of how pretty they made my room look. Didn't take a picture. Thought, eff this nap, I'm getting on the computer.


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If you are terrible at cooking like you know I am, click on this link. It will make you feel LOTS better. And you'll laugh and say "what the..."

http://www.buzzfeed.com/rachelysanders/people-worse-at-cooking-than-you-food-fails

update on a lot of nothing!

Tonight!

 It's my first night back in our apartment!

My home!

My natural habitat.

And I'm looking forward to getting re-settled. Usually... I would hate it because I hate unpacking... sometimes I never even unpack. Ha. There is usually clothes always in my suitcase. But you know, I just look at it like it makes things more convenient for the next trip.

I have big plans tonight. Big plans to attempt making fish and chips from scratch! Minus going out to a lake and catching the fish. I'm just going to substitute that part with the fish market at Smiths. The internet makes it sound and look easy... but that's usually when I have the hardest time. I for some reason will always overcomplicate things. Especially in cooking. And life.

Then, after I try and serve dinner in a kitchen that's hopefully not on fire, I am going to make this collage thing. I have this bulliten board I got two years ago that I never found a use for. So I decided all my concert tickets will look very dandy on it.

I have started to collect pins. I actually collect a lot of things... being a person who finds sentimental value in everything, you end up with a lot of collections. My newest collection is pins. And this is my favorite:

 

burrRRrr.

Right now, our apartment is freezing. I'm not being dramatic or exaggerating.

When I say freezing, I mean you can see your breath (INSIDE) in the morning.
When I say freezing, I mean the pipes are frozen when you turn the water on and you have to wait for the hot water to unfreeze them so water can come out in full force, not just a trickle.
When I say freezing, I mean my shampoo, conditioner, and body wash are all frozen in the bottles.

Very thankful for space heaters, slipper socks, and layers on layers on layers. Mr. Landlord better fix this or I'll scream. But no scream will come out, I will just let my teeth chatter I'll just look like I'm on vibrate mode.



ANNOUNCMENT:
Thankfully my sister called me in time last night to let me a new season of Teen Mom 2 premiered last night. My biggest guilty pleasure of all time. She told me on the phone when I was driving home from the store and let's just say that was the fastest drive home. I didn't want to miss Jenelle screaming at something/anything/everything.

 

spider: please find a new place for your nasty home.

 There is a disgusting spider that is currently living in the doorway to our apartment building. Why he chose that spot to build a nasty ol' web, I may never know. I just wish that he chose another spot. Like a spot that I don't have to walk by numerous times a day! Not to mention, the web is RIGHT NEXT TO the code box where we have to enter the code to get in. But it's given me the chance to work on typing the code in world record time [probably].

I usually don't mind spiders... I get it. We have to have them. Food chain and circle of life and what not. But I just want to know why we have to have such big ones. Ugh. A quick Google search of 'why do so some spiders have to be so freaking big?' didn't really answer that question.

Here is a picture of the bastard.

good thing we have tons of spare keys around......not.

I got locked out today. It was the most boring hour and half I ever sat through. 

I didn't have anything with me.... not even my phone or a book. 

So I had nothing to do but sit on the front lawn and wait. 

And wait.

And wait.

And wait.

 

I will be honest, I was pissed at first. I hate when something so avoidable (like getting locked out) happens because you really have nothing to blame it on besides the fact that someone was stupid for one second.

But sitting on the grass with nothing to do but just sit and look around at the things around you was actually nice. I haven't done that since I was probably in high school so it was great.

Two different guys walked up to me and asked what the freak I was doing...

(as if a girl sitting on the front lawn is strange?)

I explained my situation and one said "you look like a little girl waiting for the ice cream truck."

and i said, "was that a fat joke?" (as a joke)

He hesitated to laugh because he thought I was serious but I clearly wasn't. 

Am I ever?

our new neighbor, the drummer.

The amount of wind blowing today was too freaking high! Today was just too windy. 

This is me wearing lipstick on Saturday night. It's called "sugar plum" I really liked it.

We have a new neighbor that moved in the apartment down below us. He moved in yesterday. Today, in a loud manner we found out that the new guy plays the drums. Ugh. In all honesty, It would be kind of cool if he was good at playing them... but he isn't.

just an old fashioned blog post.

This post would have been brought to you 40 seconds sooner, but I just spent the last 40 seconds choking. I guess I ate that E.L. Fudge cookie too fast and drank a sip of water even faster. This resulted in me involuntarily spitting it out and continuous coughing.

I am fine now though.

I bought some new face moisturizer at the store and I'm now super excited to shower tomorrow morning. I love trying to new face wash, shampoos, etc. It makes me feel giddy. And me feeling giddy over trying new face stuff makes me feel silly.

So if you see me tomorrow with a new looking, glowing face, just know the new face moisturizer worked.

Goodnight.

I want a steak.

Oh, the guy from apartment #1 (the apartment below us) moved out today. I feel kind of bad, I feel like it mostly our fault because we are known to drop things often, bounce toy bouncy balls, and wear our shoes on our hardwood floors. I already feel sympathy for the person who moves in.

Goodnight for real this time.

a list of things that you probably shouldn't do if you come into my apartment.

Every weekend, no matter how much I like to pretend like I live an adventurous lifestyle like trying exotic foods that I can't pronounce or singing on top of a piano at bar and getting a standing ovation or stopping a fight I see at a gas station and becoming the hero... you really can find me in my apartment. Sometimes alone, but mostly with some of my closest friends.

My friends (and family) are welcome into my apartment whenever they need it, no matter what the time. No questions asked. Well, I'm sure some questions will be asked, but not for a while. However, I'm about to show you a list of things that I do not want to be done or said if you ever find yourself as a guest in my apartment.

1. Don't comment on a certain mess or the state of my apartment. You are only allowed to do this if it looks like it's about to be photographed for some sort of 'most breathtaking apartments in Salt Lake City magazines'

2. If you leave a mess, clean it up.

3. Don't eat all my food. I mean, help yourself to my Doritos, but if I go to eat them and I have to deal the the suffer and heartbreak of lifting the light bag to discover it's empty, that is just as bad as death.

4. Don't look at... unpleasant things on my laptop.

5. When you first arrive, look me in the eyes and don't break the intense gaze we have and say all the nicest things you can think of about me. I am needy and need to feel special somehow, okay?

change of plans on my supposed day off.

Remember how I thought I didn't have to work today? Well lucky lucky me got woken up rudely by my phone buzzing. That buzzing was my boss saying:

"Hello, I will need you to come in today."

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Waaah!! I really just wanted to keep laying in my hot apartment in my bed with the fan blowing directly in my face, but I unfortunately was needed elsewhere. At about 1:30pm I was told I could leave early and released into sweet freedom since work was so slow. Yeah, I was confused to why I was called in in such desperation when I was just going to leave early anyways. *shrugs* Oh well.

Once I got back to my apartment, I was in a mood. Not just any mood. But a CLEAN EVERYTHING I CAN SEE mood. I love when I get in these moods. I was doing the dishes, taking out the trash, straightening everything in the living room, vacuuming, cleaning the bathroom, taking a break to pull faces in the bathroom mirror, etc.

Now, here I am. Listening to Beirut and wishing I could eat these cookies. How long will it be before someone invents a way to eat something through a computer screen?

from j street to r street.

Is there anything worse than an appalling roommate? Besides stepping on a lego piece while barefoot? Or somebody with sweaty hands playing with your hair? Or thinking your roomate is out in the stairwell so you rip the door open to suprise/scare him but it's only the tenants across the hall judging you? The answer to all of the above is, no. nuh-uh. nope.

I would hate to bombinate you with poor-poor me stories of "roommates that made me want to nail myself to the road on the freeway" so I will keep it lucid.

Steve and I went through 8 months of complete anguish. Hell. Pandemonium!! That's how we ended up in our apartment here on R street in fact. Long, tragic, story short: we were graced with two roommates. great guys as individuals, terrible as roommates. we cut our lease short. did celebratory dances (think:celtic river dancing) when we got approved for apartment (just me and Steve). pack our boxes while cursing the house under our breath. settle into our new home. and we are living happily ever after on R street.

Why am I telling you this? Great question. I'm glad you asked! I'm telling you this because even though we were apart from done with that Cambodian snake pit back in February, I still had some of my belongings stored there. Today was the last day for me to get them out. Are you ready to have your mind blown?

I was an emotion wreck getting my things out of that house! Not emotional as in rage black outs but of pure sorrow of being officially done with the place. I mean, it was the first house me and Steve shared together. Silent memories were rolling in my head at the certain places I looked and remembered. Treasured. Retreasured?

When the room was empty, I took a final look, a breath, ignored the tears in my eyes and left our first home drowning in the feeling of melancholy.

to collage or not to collage.

I go through phases.

I go through food phases, clothes phases, music phases, hair phases, reading phases... you get the picture.

Well, one of my phases once upon a time (around 8th to 10th grade) was making collages. I would flip through magazines for countless hours cutting and ripping out cute letters, pretty outfits, fun words, photos of odds and ends etc.

When I was done rummaging, the place I created my first collage was my closet door. It was the first time I felt like I had expressed myself that really reflected my thoughts and showed a little bit about me. And it made me feel proud. I couldn't let it end there, before I knew it I was making collages on all my school notebooks, my walls, I even made some picture frames out of them. I keep kicking myself for not taking pictures or anything of my creations.

I've been having a rather strong itch lately to do something new to our apartment here on R Street. Being the restless, fickle person I am, I can't let anything stay the same for too long. In fact, it drives me CRAZY to have anything the same for long periods of time. My plan is to somehow create some collages that look decent for a wall hanging and/or picture frame without looking so 'teenager' ish. It will really add the touch to our home that I'm looking for. I'm actually pretty excited to start this project. If I wasn't so exhausted from the weekend and comfy on our couch, I would try to squeeze out an ounce of energy to do a happy dance.