A Telegram Results in Attempted Marilyn Monroe

Thrifty Thursday

Scarf: $1.00

Skirt? $4.00

Shoes? $3.00. Amazing.

I have a guest appearance for Thrifty Thursday today.

Meet Bernard:

Yes, Bernard is a Hermit Crab. He's the fifth roommate here at Kerr Hall.

Sometimes we hold races in our living room.

Emi is a frequent visitor. She's Bernard's friend.

Or maybe she just wants to eat him.

Who knows?

Thrifty Thursday

Puritan shirt? $3.00

Pants that USED to be $70.00....$10.00

And awesome shoes. The brand is Mushrooms? What?! $4.00

Hate the hay,

Love D.I.

That's where my outfit it from today. Even though it took 30 minutes to walk there. On the way home
I shouted at a bunch of cars: "HEY YOU! YA, YOU! GOT ANY CHARITY, HUH? CAN'T GIVE A POOR COLLEGE GIRL A RIDE HOME FROM THE STORE? WHO ARE YOU ANYWAY!?" I don't think anyone heard me. I just had to keep saying to myself, "Just over the next rise, Shelby". That inspiring statement was actually written on my shirt. I was in the 10000 FT Hiking Club. And that was our motto. Too bad I never actually went on a hike with them. Maybe it would have prepared me for college.

College life is different...yet, adventurous.  For instance:

I ate a huge box of raspberries from the Horticulture department while walking to my next class. 15 minutes: 200 raspberries. Hopefully, my stomach handles that alright.


I shoved a roommate into my closet. And legitimately tried to keep her there.

I burst into tears during class when my choir teacher from High School texted me.

I keep waving to everyone...but hardly anyone waves back. Maybe it's a Utah thing?

I heard today from a boy in my Book of Mormon class that Idaho has bigger mountains than Utah. EXCUSE ME?! But, WHAT mountains? That little hill you can see when you climb on the roof? Ya, no. No mountains.

I walk into my dorm and my roommate hides her frosting/nutella/ice cream behind her back. I think she's downed a can of each.

I bang my head on my bunk bed/desk contraption every day. Hopefully, I don't loose too many brain cells.

I have too look at my creepy Child Development textbook each day. That alone gives me nightmares.


I jumped onto a desk in my Children's Literature class pretending to be a monkey. There are no Freshman in that class and I'm pretty sure there were arrows pointing at me, blinking lights, and a creepy computer voice monotonously repeating "FRESHMAN. FRESHMAN. FRESHMAN." I realized I was a bit large for desk hopping when three chairs crashed over and one hit me in an incredibly and painfully uncomfortable spot. I don't think people normally act like a monkey in college.


I bought a 5$ movie from Wal-Mart instead of other crucial needed products for survival. I'm not really sure why, because it's only going to give me a good dose of heartache each time I see it.

I danced silently in my kitchen while a boy was giving a flower to Hannah in the living room.

I listen to Billie Holiday and vacuum. Then lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling in between classes.

I save all the envelopes I receive and hang them on a clothes line in my room.

I keep creeping on people when they exchange numbers and try to inconspicuously take a picture. Awesome.


I had a Sunday Breakfast Party.

I held the sun in my hands.


There are probably a plethora more oddities I didn't mention. Living on my own I realize I love cleanliness. I love being independent. I LOVE having my own kitchen and living room and bathroom. So wonderful. I'm thinking of making a peach pie soon.

I sorta like this college thing.

Shelby's Starry Night

Also known as: right now. 2:48am.

Should look like this:

To Van Gogh it did.

But, I don't think he created his masterpiece at a finger painting party...

Recipe Rendezvous

Julie, Juila, homemade food, Anna (the mastermind), and a variety of soon-to-be college goers; had a party today. It's been in my planner for weeks. It was called "Recipe Rendezvous". Basically, it's a brilliant idea where a bunch of teens who are moving out in the very near future get together and exchange easy-to-make-recipes. Are we in Relief Society, you ask? No. But hey, it's a smart idea. In preparation I decided to make one of my All-Time-FAVS to share.

Frogs Eye Salad.

Yes. It is made with real frogs eyes. And when you eat it, they hatch inside your belly and eat away at your insides causing you to lose weight at an exponential rate! Let me know if you want the 30-day trial.

It goes something like this:

Cook on stove, 

1/2 cup sugar, 

1 tsp. flour, 

1/4 tsp. salt, 

1 cup pineapple juice, 

and 1 egg

Until thickened.

Like so:

You then cook the frogs eyes.

Cook 1/2 package of acini de pepe pasta 

Boil until the pasta until it looks

Like so:

Drain the pasta. And...

Mix it with the sauce.

Add 1/2 T. lemon juice.

Like so:

Now's the fun part. 

Let your creation chill in the refrigerator overnight.

Meanwhile, have these items handy:

2 cans mandarin oranges

1 can pineapple chunks

1 can crushed pineapple

1 ctn. Cool Whip

2 cups of marshmellows

Wake up bright and early, mix everything together (oh, ya, you might want to cover the pasta in the fridge), and WAL-LAH!

Delicious Frogs Eye Salad.

It was definitely a hit judging by when Julie & Julia was over, my Frog Eye Salad was eaten and gone. So good. During the show, I copied down over 40 recipes! In this handy little book I made, organized by subject. (I've had lots of time on my hands). 

Copying the recipes:

Copying recipes once again. In a new location. But, this time, we all look like Julia Child. I think we pulled it off well.

Maybe after this little Rendezvous, I can test out all my note-cards and become as good as a chef as she was.

Now all I need is the height...

Best Friend Tryouts

Last Summer,

I decided to get rid of Hannah and get a new Best Friend.










JUST KIDDING!


We just wanted to do something a little different than the usual summer night activity. (Also, we were in dire need of friends. Who isn't?!)

So we held tryouts. Not just ANYONE can be our best friend. I mean, come on! They have to be practically perfect in every way. And since Mary Poppins is a fictional character, we had to find someone else.

It was a brilliant plan, really. We set up a table and chairs, had pens and paper for notes, a HUGE sign for advertisement, and a couple judges.

You know, I have to admit, I didn't think anyone would want to stop. Hannah and I just aren't that cool.

Fifteen kids! FIFTEEN people wanted to be OUR Best Friend! Incredible.

So we put them to the test.

Simple, really.

1) Sing The Star Spangled Banner. (We had to know if these guys were really patriotic. I mean, I know people who don't even know the WORDS to our National Anthem! Some of them didn't either...Plus, having a good voice does help your chances)

2) Dance for 30 seconds to a song of our choice. (Hannah and I, we dance. There's no way someone could be our very best friend if they weren't willing to get in the groove. The most frequent song choice: Never Gonna Give You Up, by Rick Astley. If you haven't heard it, look up the music video on youtube. It's a gem.)

3) Answer a few questions about true friendship. (This one is obviously most important.)

Turns out we made FIFTEEN friends that day! FIFTEEN! Amazing, huh?!

We even got a date. Believe it or not.

Two young men in suits got down on one knee, asked up to be their best friends, presented us with flowers, then took us on a date in an suite elevator for a picnic. They didn't kick us out surprisingly, so we called in and complained about ourselves. What an adventure. But that, is a different story.

Ahem.

We concluded that making friends is easy. Well, as long as you ask for it. We did. Fifteen friends in one day? That's an accomplishment.

Now you ask, "Why are you telling this story NOW, Shelby? That was ages ago!"

Right you are!

But, we are doing it again. And soon. Before the end of the Summer. Be on the lookout. Intersection by Kohlers, table with a huge sign. You just can't miss it.

I hope to see you there!

The Eighth Wonder of the World

Otherwise known as, Sliding Rock.

At least to the community surrounding Alpine.

For all my life I have heard about The Magnificent, The Beautiful, "Sliding Rock".

It's in my backyard but I've never been! This week was my chance. Not only Sliding Rock, but, glowing-with-candles-and-glow-sticks Sliding Rock. It had an eerie/romantic effect.

In the words of The Bachelorette "Sliding Rock(or insert place here) is the perfect place to fall in love!".

Ha. It was enchanting.

The pictures don't really capture the "romantic" environment, and the CERTAINLY don't capture the COLD.

I couldn't speak, or move, or think after I was plunged into that freezing mountain run-off. Survival instincts kick in. It was hilarious to see everyone scamper out of the pool.

That splash of water? That's me. :)

Climbing up the treacherous cliff to get to the nature-made slide. This was the scariest part in my opinion. 

So fun to do with friends. And a warm burrito afterwards helps a lot. 

Now all I have left to do in Utah is the Grand Canyon! ;)

The Mystery of Men

I had gathered a handful of movies to vote on. I decided to have a Shed Party after the Highland Fling Fireworks and everyone was waiting for me up in the shed. I plugged in the electricity, climbed the ladder, and what to my wondering eyes should appear:

A bunch of shirtless boys.

Why? Why do the men in my life seem to always have their shirts off. It makes no sense. This is when I realized my group of friends who came to my shed party consisted of almost only the male species.

Poor, Anna. You can see her poking her head through the back there.

It's was OK. Even though we were surrounded by half-naked boys, we had each other. We survived.

La Venezia

Remember a couple months ago when I was decently into art and exclaimed to the world through the web that I was going to develop my talent as an ARTIST?!

I didn't do a great job at that once Summer started.

Not a good job at all.

But, tonight, I decided to pull out my painting supplies, buy a canvas, and brush up my skills. (HA! 'Brush' up my skills. Get it?!)

My dear friend Kendra and I went to work.

Step 1: European Inspiration.

Step 2: A Blank Canvas

Step 3: Supplies

Step 4: A Friend

Step 5: The Mood

Step 6: Paint

Step 7: Share!

Wasn't that a "stroke" of brilliance!? (BAHAHA)

A Breath of Fresh Air

Disco Skating. These girls have been my friends for ages.

A good friend's farewell.

My first Chick Flick in a month! With my best wardie.

These past twenty-four hours have been refreshing. I sort of realized today how many people there are in my life I am going to miss. How many people I DO miss. I saw so many people at my friend's farewell. All my school friends! And I made some new friends too. I really have a lot of people I love. A lot of people who love me too. I am blessed. But it's a new life ahead! I probably won't see people for months or years. Good thing I have my best friend coming with me to the land of potatoes. My other best friend is going to Hawaii! I have missionary friends in Russia, Taiwan, Paris, California, India, Canada, Mexico, and all across the globe. But I will always have them in my heart and memories and I'm sure that when we see each other again, we will beam with excitement and love. Even if it isn't in this life. Friends will always be friends. And we will always have each other.