The North Face

Here in Fort Collins, there are two types of people: those who have The North Face and those who don't. I am one of those who don't but, it seems that at least half of the people here are either sporting their coats, zip-ups, gloves, backpacks, or hats. It's insanity! To put it into perspective... If Fort Collins were the 90s, The North Face would be Doc Martens.

The Plaza

So, here at CSU we have this place called the Plaza (at least I'm pretty sure that's what it's called). Anyway, this is just the main area where people walk between classes. It's usually loaded with people walking to and from class and at times people taking surveys, protesting (meat eaters beware), promoting a cause (gay rights), or giving away free stuff (frisbees, coupons). So, me being the type of person who doesn't like to talk (even if it's for something good) and has an issue of saying "no", I've developed some strategies for getting through the Plaza safely.

1. A great one is the fake phone call. Prep yourself before entering the Plaza by having phone in hand. If you see an attack brewing, bring up the phone and start chatting like nobody's business.

2. I also like what I call the box out. Time your walking with someone else so that they create a barrier between yourself and the person trying to wrangle people in. When they leech on to the barrier, take that chance to get out of there.

3. Last but not least, just run like the dickens. It's hard to hand a pamphlet to someone who's a blur whizzing by.

My New Career

So, the last two days I've engaged in activities that have me wanting to find a new career path. First off, I attended a step aerobics class. And while I'm glad this moment in my life wasn't witnessed by anyone I knew, it was kind of fun and our instructor had so much energy. That leads me to my career, I'd like to be a step class instructor because A) why would I not want to be as happy as those people.(Maybe its the endorphins I found it annoying at first, but why would happiness be a bad thing. Really, it's not. And B) I would stay in shape. Working out would be my job, duh.












So, that's what I'll be doing during the day. At night, I want to be a Hibachi chef! Their skills are actually incredible. I was thinking about if they screwed up when they were spinning a steaming hot spatula around, there could be some serious injuries. Also, I could say cool things like "Japanese egg roll" (spinning egg in shell), "Japanese coke" (soy sauce), and "Japanese microwave" (upside down bowl on the grill) and people would laugh. An added bonus is that neither one of these careers would require me to take anymore chemistry.

Today in class I was offered a cinnamon flavored Australian chewing stick... I thought it wise to decline.

Happy Birthday to ME

This year for my birthday I would like to get...
1. an umbrella
2. some waterproof boots
3. a rad raincoat with a hood

I want these items because today was pouring rain when I woke up so my roommate was nice enough to drive me to school. But, getting there was the easy part. Once there, you still have to get to class and perhaps if I had either one or more of the above mentioned gifts, I wouldn't have been so cold and wet on my journey to class. And perhaps if I hadn't gotten so cold and wet, I would not have had the urge to get a hot cider. And maybe if I hadn't had the urge for hot cider, I wouldn't have taken the sip of cider the same temperature as magma and burned my tongue to uselessness.

Confidence Booster

So, this evening I was invited to play on a slowpitch softball team. My softball skills are quite nonexistant which was very obvious when I tried out for softball my freshman year of high school and was so bad that the coaches couldn't help but laugh at me attempting to bunt. Recalling that instance made me nervous to play tonight. The league was open to 18 and over but I would say that the majority of participants qualified as "over". The other team had a lady who was at least 60, but she hit a nice line drive to second. So, I think that I'm totally allowed to be proud of myself because I hit the ball everytime I was at bat and I even scored once (not to mention that our team won). Yeah, life is good.

ALLRED!!

Once again, I found myself persuaded by the whining powers of a twelve, excuse me, thirteen year old. Makenna wanted to go to St. George last Saturday night to see Allred. Her alltime favorite addiction. When she asked me for a ride I told her that I wasn't in the mood to go see him perform for a third time (even though I like his music). Well, spur of the moment, after she had been thouroughly disappointed after my rejection, my dad offers to take her to the show. Well, my dad doesn't want to go alone so he insists that my mom accompany him (she didn't really want to go either). So, the plans are that Makenna is to go with my parents and her friend Tayzha. Well, Tayzha couldn't go so Makenna had to go with just my parents (OH the Horror!). So, I found myself in the backseat listening to some honky tonk CD that my dad pulled out from the bottom of his collection that had me wondering about the state of his sanity when he purchased it.

We arrived at Jazzy Java for the show and I sat down and prepared to enjoy some music. As I sipped my mocha that I think was pure espresso with whipped cream on the top and I pondered the possibility of the imprints being left on my legs from the wicker chair becoming permanent, a thought hit me. "This guy is talented." I had forgotten how good his voice really was. Then I started thinking about how John Allred spends his time singing in coffee shops, malls, and any venue where he can perform and then there are people (Katy Perry, Sean Kinston, and others) who are quite famous/popular, but they really can barely hold a tune in real life and yet they have millions of fans while Allred's biggest fan might be my little sister. I mean Makenna knows his favorite store, every detail of his touring schedule, his tendency to tilt his head to the left when he sings, and she even has plans for him to marry Caitlin (obviously not herself because she's too young). I just hope that one day he gets his big break or he might find himself as a part of my family.