I could not believe what I heard!

something incredible happened to me. i don't know how, it just happened. i had just gotten home from a long day at school when i received a phone call. it was a friend of mine from high school. let's call him brownie. lets also name another friend from high school--texas. texas just left to serve an LDS mission, so he's in the Missionary Training Center (MTC) right now. so brownie asks me where i am. i tell him i am at my apartment. he then says, "can we talk for a minute?" the tone of voice he had made me think that he just found out he had cancer and only had a year left to live. i said "of course." now, the dialogue that follows is the conversation we had. my thoughts are between stars, *like this,* and just so you know, i'm cutting out all the parts where his phone lost reception and decided to cut out so he had to call again.
brownie: i have a question for you.
me: ok...
brownie: i don't know how to ask it.
me: just ask it outright.
brownie: i don't really want to.
me: then ask it how you want to.
brownie: do you have a missionary?
*you are the last person i expected to ask me that, and that is the last thing i expected you to say*
me: No...
brownie: are you being honest with me?
me: of course. i mean i'm writing to some of my friends and my brother, but i definitely don't 'have a missionary.'
*what's going on? it sounds like he's accusing me of cheating on him...* (ps, just to be clear, we aren't dating.)
brownie: well i've been writing letters to texas, and i just got a letter from him today. he found a letter in his bedroom at the MTC and its from you.
*no way! this cannot be happening. that's hilarious!*
me: let me guess...it says i'm engaged to the missionary-i-addressed-it-to's best friend?
brownie: yeah, it does.
me: that's too good to be true! [fit of laughter] i have a perfectly good explanation for this. I did send missionary-i-addressed-it-to this letter in october, breaking up with him and telling him i was engaged to his best friend. however, missionary-i-addressed-it-to and i were never dating. in fact, missionary-i-addressed-it-to read the letter before he left for the MTC. it was a joke that we had so he could have some fun with it. so just to be clear, i'm not engaged.
brownie: i'm glad you had a good explanation because i was worried you were engaged and didn't tell me. i was kind of hoping it was from someone else with your same name, but with all three names in there, what are the chances? anyway, texas sent the letter to me so that i could give it back to you if it was yours, so we'll have to meet up sometime.

its a small world...what are the chances someone i knew would find that letter? basically the most hilarious thing ever.

more back story on the letter to come in the future, but right now i have homework to attend to.

Adventures in the Basement

So, there is a building on campus that is hard to navigate. I got a call around 4 o'clock from THE MAN, and she wanted to go exploring in its basement. Of course I couldn't pass up the adventure. However, it turned out not to be much of an adventure. Not to say it wasn't fun--we just didn't get as hopelessly lost as we were hoping to. It is rather confusing though, and we were turned around more than once. We ended up wandering through all the practice rooms and standing outside listening to the beautiful music coming from one of them. It was great. And also, we talked a lot. Because that's what girls do.

PS I am not simply neglecting the blog, I just haven't had too many adventures lately that I can post about. But that should change.

Just As a General Rule...

"If you find a drowned fat person, you know it was murder, because fat people float!" (I learned that in biology)

"There were going to be brownies, but I accidentally got the kind with coffee in them, so sorry." -person 1
"Don't tell us that! Now we all want brownies..." -person 2
"Okay guys, I'll have some ready in 30 minutes...Go get a game to play and ice cream." -person 3

"I'm sorry--short guys just intimidate me."

"Is the stove on fire again?" "No, somethings just burning."

"Few things go better with hamlet than chocolate."

"All you need to become a superhero is a belt--but it has to match your purse and shoes, otherwise the villains might die at the atrocity of your outfit! ...that could work I guess..."

Biology

Today the theme for biology was defining life. its not very cut and dry. i took notes. all they were was quotes from the teacher. they went like this:

"Dead coconut. (he rolls it) Its moving! Live coconut."
"There are some humans that can't reproduce. It doesn't make them dead."
"The number one rule about being a bear is don't get eaten by other bears."
"This car had the amazing ability to let rain water in, but not to let it out. This guy says he can fix it, so we say, 'please do!' he opens the door and starts shooting at the floor. It was never wet again."
"Everything I see on you is basically dead. Its like a zombie movie every day."
"They found this pot of beans in an ancient Anasazi ruin--they looked like lima beans, and if you've ever had lima beans, you can guess now that that's what killed off the Anasazi."

Oh yeah, I learn a lot in biology.

Can vs Pocket Knife

Things go missing sometimes, and you simply can't help it. This was the case with the can openers at my apartment. Nobody knows what happened to them, but they are gone. This was a problem for my roommate T-rex as she was trying to eat tuna for lunch. Then, several hours later, it was a problem for me as I was trying to have a baked potato for dinner. (Tangent: does anyone else think that potato looks prettier spelled potatoe? I do.) I couldn't open my can of chili. Solutions I came up with: banging the can in with a rock; skipping dinner; using the can opener on my pocket knife. I thought that the rock solution would be the best, but I wasn't sure i could find a rock nearby. Skipping dinner was a definite no. So, I dug out my pocket knife. It has one of those wimpy can openers that pokes an itsy bitsy hole in the can. That's only really useful when you have evaporated milk. I have chili. But, I went ahead and poked the hole anyway. Just like i thought, it was useless. However, I discovered something--i wasn't limited to just one hole. I poked holes about a quarter inch apart halfway around the can. Then I went back and connected each of these holes with another hole. I used a table knife to pry the lid back, and was able to get most of the chili out of the can. Can vs Pocket Knife--pocket knife wins.

Symphonies and Cough Drops

Thursday night, I went to the symphony. For some reason my whole life I've associated the symphony with cough drops. The reason for this is the first time I went to the symphony before the conductor came on to the stage, they announced that anyone who had cough drops should take a moment to unwrap them now. I didn't think this was a legitimate concern and found it rather comical actually. Thursday night they didn't announce this, but through the whole concert I kept hearing old people unwrapping cough drops. It was, in fact, rather distracting. Concert etiquette includes some strange and random things like that.