Sunday, December 9, 2007

L1's Next Top Model

Welcome to L1's Next Top Model, where I will be your host through the next series of gorgeously professional pictures. Male model courtesy of a loan from Apt. M4.

Ah, alas! The first two eliminations, by reason of gross misconduct.


The infamous cheesy-shot that the fans (ahem, neighbors) will never let us live down. Ever.

Ah, finally able to see the Angelina Jolie reference. Oh, and yes, you are indeed allowed to make fun of me for these...

If we were like other cheesy girl apartments, we would have used this picture as our Christmas greeting card. If we did decide to do one, it would have looked something like this:

Kayla: Recently chopped off about 10 inches of her hair. Still enjoys reading aloud from her political science textbooks to the displeasure of the rest of the apartment. Is planning on enrolling in a class next semester that will take her to Washington D.C. on a research/discovery tour. Hates it when Torrie pounds on the door loudly while she's on the toilet.

Jeralyn: Still swimming like a fiend, and now she's gotten almost everyone else in the apartment sucked into it (except Kayla. Kayla will never yield). Was the catalyst in an accident that broke her best friend's femur on a blind date (shouldn't be funny, but...). Is planning on leaving on a mission after next semester.

Amanda: Decided to ditch us next semester and go back to West Jordan. Lame. We shall miss her random snorting fits and her outrageous giggling. She's getting ready to get into student teaching soon and excited to finally be out of her ridiculous astronomy class.

Liz: Still living it up working at the Home Depot and making all those 2 x 4s and $24.99 tool sets look like the hottest things around. The official winner of L1's Next Top Model. Started up school this semester at USU and nailed her Shakespeare project (the calligraphy she did for it was amazing). Otherwise known as the one with all the good candy stashed everywhere.

Torrie: Performed for the first and only time in a modern dance recital that was wicked-ridiculous (videos to be posted soon). Is now an expert at acting out a tree with its branches breaking off in the wind. Is training with Jeralyn and Liz for an upcoming swim meet. Occasionally has intense moments of freak-out when complaining about the student athletes she so dutifully tutors weekly.

(Merry Christmas, Love L1)

Ah, the traditional America's next top model pose. I've been taking notes, as you can so readily tell.

The winning shot. Quite obviously.

Thank you for joining us today for this short recap of L1's Next Top Model. Soon to come: L1's Idol. So L1 Thinks They Can Dance. Stay tuned.

On to other news: Torrie had a date this weekend. Yes, yes, be very proud. I actually had one last weekend as well (I shall now wait calmly for the jaws to pick themselves up from the floor). Last night's date was with eligible bachelor #1, who goes by the name of Zack. 27 years old, 6'3", and doing a triple major in Economics, Finance, and Accounting with a minor in...I don't remember. Rather attractive, met him in Spanish 2020 while complaining about the plays we have to memorize (in their entirety, in Spanish) for our final. Also convenient that I see him all the time at our church building, because he's in our stake. Second date: hopefully. Eligible Bachelor #2: goes by the name of Jason, 6'1 (I think), majoring in Engineering. A brilliant musician, leads the ward choir (where we met), and has taken me on two successful dates (canoeing & DDR were both involved). Third date? Likely. Eligible Bachelor #3: Todd, 5'9", majoring in Accounting. Earned title of most attractive bachelor in the ward (or at least in the top 3). Ward mission leader (convenient then, that I was just called as ward missionary). Has come over to freeload on my food on numerous occasions as well as kindly gives me rides to church most weeks. First date? Unlikely (unfortunately). Interest pending.

Calendar Items For the Week: FINALS. Three: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Lots of tutoring. Lots of swimming. Probably lots of eating.

Ah, there is a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream calling my name. To be continued...eventually.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Life in L1



I haven't posted in a long time, but reading Jill's blog made me want to keep up on mine better. I think it would be a good way for the family to keep tabs on each other.

Today was the last day of classes before Thanksgiving Break and everyone (including me) was feeling antsy and hyper as a result of the break from homework. My fiction writing teacher talked to me today about my latest short story and encouraged me to submit it in the Atlantic Monthly writing contest, which I think I'll do. I won't expect too much, but first place gets 1000 big ones, which would make it possible for me to eat something other than toast and cheese & crackers for every meal. Gotta love the college life.

I've started going swimming with my roommates Jeralyn and Liz in the mornings around 7. We're all hoping to train for a swim meet coming up in January; Jeralyn's coaching us (she's been swimming since sophomore year of high school and is amazing). I've always been an embarrassingly slow swimmer, but Jeralyn says my form looks good and that I might be able to compete with my breastroke (my best stroke so far). Besides being a good form of exercise, swmming is helping us to save significant amounts on our utilities bill because we all shower at the HPER instead of at our house. We also have a goal to see how long we can go without turning on our heat; with the lack of snow, it looks like we'll easily make it until after Christmas Break.

Last week, I went with two of my roommates to "clean the sink" at Angie's (aka, down a huge tub of ice cream). If you are successful, you get a sticker. After what felt like two gallons of ice cream later, we did indeed get the sticker. See the photo for proof.

Life is great here up in Logan; I've been having a ton of fun with all my roommates, and classes are going splendidly. I can't believe how much happier I am now that I've dropped my math major. Now I only have very limited contact with the naturally unsocial engineers (except when they ask me out on dates...hmmm...).

While I'm thinking about it, Happy Thanksgiving on Thursday everyone! Ten things I'm grateful for today:

1-the fact I have Thai chicken (homemade!) waiting for me in the fridge for dinner

2-the vase of fresh roses on our kitchen table (Liz's, not mine, unfortunately)

3-a quiet, peaceful apartment

4-a basketball game to go tonight

5-cute neighbors :)

6-the fact that two of my classes were canceled this morning

7-free access to a swimming pool

8-Romanian chocolate (courtesy of Taylor)

9-America's Next Top Model reruns

10- Jill's blog--it was so much fun to read and see all the pictures, and it motivated me to be better at keeping up on this one!

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Bright Idea #1

I'm reading Sophie's World on my breaks at work (okay, let's be honest---I've stashed it in the bathroom and read it there so I can think without the frequent disturbances I experience at my desk). I'm already starting to hear those endless questions in my head, which lead me to a sort of guilty curiosity. Guilt because I realized how much of my life is caught up in trivial odds and ends, curiosity because I wonder if it's too late to change. But being an idealist, I firmly believe in the power of the human mind to change itself.

Latest random idea brought about by wondering: Do we not notice ourselves aging because we're not paying attention? And I'm not just talking about wrinkles and grey hairs and love handles. I'm talking about the maturing of our faces, of our bodies, and the subtle physical changes over time. If we were really paying attention, would we be able to detect the daily changes in ourselves?

Bright Idea #1: I'm about to buy a new camera. Wouldn't it be an interesting project to take a picture of myself (or someone else) every single day for a long period of time and observe the differences? I think it would be especially fascinating to do this experimental project on a young child. Or even better, an infant. But, seeing as how I do not have close proximity to children every single day, maybe I will just have to start with myself. I don't think I'm changing as rapidly as a child, but maybe that's the problem---I'm becoming blind to myself.

However, I wont be able to embark on that particular experiment for a little while---I have to wait until I get that camera, which means waiting until my next paycheck...
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