Gretch-a-sketch (old)

Friday, I'm in love

No work! Instead, I came home and did...nothing. Actually, I did watch a couple episodes of AD and went over to the BFF's apartment. They had a bunch of guys over and the talk inevitably turned to the subject of dating. Within about twenty minutes of me being there, one of the guys turns to me and asks me if he can set me up with his friend who just got home from a mission. Oddly enough, I have a fair amount of experience being a RM's first date back, so I agreed. Except we somehow started talking about something else and he never got my number to give to the guy. Le sigh. I guess if he really wants to set us up, he'll figure it out, but I'm not gonna count on it.

I slept in and woke up to a gloriously quiet room. Let me explain...no, there is too much. Let me sum up. We started out the semester with five roommates total and lost one of them early on to medical deferment. She and I shared a room, which was cool since they're three-person bedrooms. Most people would have to be crazy to have one roommate, let alone two others in the same room. It worked out great last semester and it ended up just being two of us this semester. Once Sarah left, then Em moved in with me to even things out. About a week ago, Em announces that she withdrew from school and is going to be with her fiance instead. Whatevs. She was cool, but I totally ended up with my room! This is exceedingly cool because a) these rooms are huge--probably bigger than your average studio apartment and b) the price for the entire semester is less than it would cost to pay for a week's worth of living in your average studio apartment. Coming to college was the first time I ever had to share a room, so I'm stoked out of my mind to have my own space again. ("There's a place where/I can go and/share my secrets toooo...")

Also, I was going to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things, when I tried to convince myself not to stop into Down East Outfitters, since I'm supposed to be saving money and all. And then I realized that I was going to go in and look around anyway, because my willpower is not that great. TOTALLY worth it, because I left with a pair of 7 for all mankind dark skinny jeans for $10, J. Crew navy business pants for $3.50 and a Le Tigre red mini cable knit sweater for $3. All brand new, too! Oh yeah, it was a total savings of around $230. I rock the shopping hizz-ouse.

I spent a few hours in the brain imaging lab and when I came home, our FHE (Family Home Evening) brother John called and invited us to go play Ultimate!Frisbee. First game of the season, natch! I show up a few minutes late and see a large group of people playing touch football. I roll my eyes, thinking that they changed their minds, but decide to be a good sport anyway. (Pun.) I don't see John, but I do see a couple of people I know and join a team. I can't stand football and about halfway into a play, I notice a new group of people across the field. Frisbee friends! I finish up the play (and by "finish up" I mean continue to stand there and pretend like I know what's happening) and politely excuse myself to go and get my Ultimate! on.

Ohhh yeah, frisbee is so my game. I was a bit rusty, but warmed right up. (That's what she...never mind.) "Football is like rock and roll, it's just bam-bam-boo... And basketball is like jazz, you know?" If Michael's right, then Ultimate! is definately the indie rock of sports. A little more unconventional, more fluid, and a smaller following of very devout fans.

Moral of the story: Not exercising for months (on doctor's orders, mind you, following the back break) = a very sore next couple of days following physical activity

Also, I restrained myself from buying ice cream after and ate an otter pop instead. Maybe I do have a smidge of will power!

Church was nice--I had to play the piano in both Relief Society and Sacrament Meeting. I talked to the fam and the bff. KK and I went over to our friend's house for dinner. They're locals and just got back from Europe and their mom is officially the coolest lady in town. A hearty, homecooked meal is always a plus in my book. I played around on my guitar a bit and watched the "Dummy" episode of Pushing Daisies.

Unless you like the rain and it's a holiday! I intended to make the most of my day off, and boy howdy, did I ever! I did some more of this rare "sleeping in" thing and wanted to make a big breakfast. Then I remembered I don't really like real breakfast food for breakfast and would rather just eat lucky charms. I imported some music to my iTunes and updated my Amazon wish list. I put in a new shower liner and left my hair wavy. I stocked up my purse with ritz and lemon drop soda and went to the movies. Have any of you seen Penelope? I was really looking forward to it and ended up being mildly disappointed. I mean, it was cute and James McAvoy continues to be Mr. Briti-licious, but here are my beefs. Minor spoilers... 1. The mom, played by Catherine O'Hara (who will always be the mom in Home Alone to me), is so obnoxious. Her character isn't supposed to be exactly likeable, but she had no redeeming qualities whatsoever. We get it, you're really good at high-pitched squeals. 2. Christina Ricci (a.k.a. Creepy-face [with or without pig snout] who talks like a twelve-year-old) has never been my favorite actress. 3. The story was very rushed and the script seemed patchy in places.

The lab took up a couple hours of my afternoon and I came home and made brinner! (Turk-speak for breakfast for dinner.) Like I said before, I don't like breakfast foods in the morning, but I love them for night foods. Yummy! I made this:

The BFF got home from her trip and I took over her birthday gift. The card has two fish saying "What do you call a fish with no eyes?" "I don't know... What?" "FSH!" Because if anything defines our relationship, it's corny fish jokes. She got a 4-quart ice cream maker, because it's not every day you turn 21. Happy birthday!