Cockroaches

Becca and I jointly killed 5 or 6 cockroaches just now. Gross.
All of our other unit mates were too scared. They ran away and hid on their beds. And told us "kill it!" She killed more because I didn't have any shoes on (so I wouldn't step on them), so my only defense was Raid.
Cockroaches are el grosso. Tell me why, again, do cockroaches exist? I seriously haven't come up with a good enough reason.



(And no, I did not take that picture- I got it from a science blog.)

P.S. There were a bunch in drawers, and so Becca bleached a drawer. I washed some pans with normal dishsoap, but when I looked down a few minutes later, my shirt had bleach spots on it.
:( I hate it when that happens! Oh well...

Tengo Hambre

...In other words, "I have hunger."
Not because I'm broke, don't have food, don't have money, etc.
I just never know what to eat. So then I eat something little. Then I get hungry later. So right now, I'm hungry.
But, I'm making some rice and I heated up some yummy chicken.
Hopefully after I eat those I won't be hungry anymore!

Adventurous

Yesterday was the perfect beach day. Well, the morning was, anyway. Luckily, when Susan, Becca, and I went to the beach, there was no one there. It was super nice because we had the beach all to ourselves. It was a PERFECT way to start out the day...especially a Saturday!

We had actually planned on going to Pounders Beach, but decided to go to one a bit closer after Becca read the weather report and found out it was supposed to rain. (In fact, we ended up leaving when we thought it was about to rain...which didn't happen until about an hour later.)


I got some homework done after the beach. That wasn't too exciting, but it wasn't extremely boring, either. John called me in the middle of it, so I talked to him for a while. I just had reading...and usually the readings required for class are really unenticing to me, but this reading isn't. It was quite interesting. So far, I'm a day ahead on homework, which is nice. I hope I can keep it up. (We'll see how long it'll last.)

Becca and I got bored and wanted to do something, so we decided to go to Foodland. Except we'd already been to Foodland twice this week, so we went to Pizza Hut instead. On our way there, we got caught in the rain. Wasn't so bad at first...then it got harder, so we stood under a tree. The tree worked very well. We thought it had lightened up, so we continued our journey onward. It started pouring even harder. Eventually, we needed a spot to stand. We were outside with no jackets and were getting very wet. We ended up walking up to the side of a house and staying under its eaves. We stayed there for about 5 minutes, just laughing at our situation. It was funny, because a guy walked by from the house next door and went into the house where we were taking refuge. Then a girl did the same thing. I also saw a guy I know from my ward back home running past us with his little boy in the stroller, and so I said hi to him. When we finally left, the 2 of them were standing in the garage, talking. I wanted to thank them, so I said... "Thanks for letting us use your...house!" They said something and kind of laughed, but we started laughing so hard at what I had just said that I didn't exactly catch what they said back to me. It was kind of one of those "stupid haole" moments for me. But quite amusing. We made it to Pizza Hut safely after that. Then we ate outside, and I saw one of my friends, so I said hi to her for a minute. We also made it back to campus safely. It was quite an adventure, and an amusing one at that.
So, to sum it all up, yesterday was quite an adventurous and amusing day.

Throwing up-ness

I just bought a digital camera and iPod touch today. First for both. I got both of them for a really good deal. (In fact, the iPod was on clearance for a lot off.) Anyhow, I feel like throwing up- on and off. Why? Because I do not like spending money (on myself). I can't believe I just spent $282.50. It's good for two very expensive pieces of technology, but still a lot of money, nonetheless. Basically I'm only okay with spending a lot of money on housing and tuition. Because it's necessary. By the way, I leave in 2 days. Last night was my last day at work. I need to get packing..........

I think I will love my iPod (8 GB), as well as my camera . I'm still waiting for both of them to charge, though...so that I can experiment. Technology overload? I think yes. Kind of like too much candy. But I'm also excited. They should be fun.

Work

Uggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That's how I feel when I come home from work, most of the time. Especially when I've worked 8 hours ON the clock.

10 days

"10 Days until departure." That's what the Delta message told me when I logged on. Holy cow. That's coming soon and came fast!

11 days until grocery shopping again. Hopefully I'll get some shave ice that day, too.

0 days until my 4 sisters start school. (They started today. I wish they would have kept the tradition and started next Wednesday, after Labor Day.)

7 more days of work. Including today. Maybe I'll get out early some of these nights. Hopefully it's not as busy as they think it will be. And then I'm finally throwing my 3 year old ragged shirt with mouth sleeves AWAY. It's ragged and stained, let's leave it at that.

1 more Sunday. Of being the assistant primary chorister and singing with those nursery kids. Makes me kind of sad. They sure are cute.

7+ days until I find out my writing results for my Praxis test. (Praxis test was taken for my admission into the School of Education in Hawaii. It's for pre-teachers.) I passed math and reading. (Hopefully writing, too. I think I did, but we'll find out!)

3 days of packing. Planned for after I'm finished with work.

2 days with John! He'll be home on the night of the 8th. I'm leaving the evening of the 10th.

4 more stamps. For my letters that I write to missionaries. I need to buy more stamps, and write more, too. Okay, that isn't really a count-down, but I was remembering I need to write letters.

15 more days until school starts. That's 2 weeks and one day, folks. Pretty crazy.

I can't think of anymore numbers.
I'm going to miss Rexburg a lot. That's a very....special...place. Nah, I love it. But I know I'll love Hawaii, too. So I'm not too concerned.
I do wish, however, that my mom could come with me. I know how much she wants to. And I think it'd be fun to have her there for the first few days. She's pretty cool.

Growing up

Being a "grown up" isn't always fun. I've said for a long time that I wouldn't ever grow up, but I'd be an adult. I had to grow up anyway. This week.
My family left on Thursday morning for Idaho, where a family reunion was about to take place. They got to Rexburg that night and saw my brother, John, and his girlfriend, Emily. Then, on Friday night, they camped (as part of the reunion), and on Saturday they ate and visited and did family reunionish things. Saturday night they set off for Utah to visit friends and family.
How did I have to "grow up?" I had to stay home to work. This was the week of my life I've been absolutely dreading up until this point. Not only did I have to stay home because I was on the schedule (because I didn't know in time to request a week off), I also had to stay home for work because even if I COULD request the time off, I wouldn't have been able to because I need the money. This thought stirs wretched feelings inside of me every time I think about it. Okay, not really, but it doesn't make me extremely happy. It's the part where I remember how I don't want to be an adult and I never asked to become one, anyway.
I know this definitely sounds like a complaining session (probably because it is one), even though I don't want it to.
There are some really good things about being an adult, like:

• Having great friends for life who I met at BYUI,
• Being able to drive,
• Having more available access to money (although I never do spend it because I'm always saving it for school),
• Being about to help children,
• Knowing how to cook and not mess it up,
• Having knowledge,
• Going on hikes when I would like to.

Well, there are good and bad things about being a child, and there are good and bad things about being an adult. I guess when the bad times being an adult come my way, I become extremely reminiscent of my childhood. It's something I have to work on. I take challenges when they come my way. Sometimes I just like the sound of being 9 or 10 again. (Although I wouldn't have all the great friends I have now, who are people I can't live without!)

When it all boils down to it, though, I am always grateful that I am me and that I'm not anyone else. I like being me, and I have fun doing it.