My Science Review Session

Once upon a time I took a shower.

Ever normal person takes a shower.

Then I put on my clothes. But, obviously, I got some clean underwear to put on. So I got dressed. And I got ready for the day. If I must say so, I looked pretty great. I was heading off to a science review session. Some friends picked my roommates and I up and we were off to the Romney building. We got to the designated room but, it was much too crowded to fit all the students who came, seeking to get A's on the exam. So the teacher filed us out into another room. As we were climbing the stairs, I realized that something was slowly crawling down my leg. I try to look down inconspicuously but when my eyes reached my leg I knew something was terribly wrong. There was a HUGE lump. Kind of by my knee. But a little lower. And on the side. So, instinctively, I yell out in horror "Something is in my pants!!!". Of course, I was frightened it was some sort of monster that was going to latch itself onto my leg, becoming a parasite and begin feeding off of my energy until it had taken so much of me that I was left with no life remaining. I was in the midst of a mob of students climbing stairs and it was physically impossible to stop moving and reach down to touch the lump. With each stair, it crawled further down my leg, by the time I reached my classroom it was almost to my ankle. At this point, all of my friends, new and old, were worried sick about this lump and had gathered around me. But during my trek to the new classroom, and after the initial panic subsided, I realized that my yelling to the students that something was in my pants was not such a smart remark. I also realized what possibly and realistically was in my leg.....yes....that's right.....underwear.

Leftover from my perfectly normal shower.

Stuck in my pant leg.

Augh.

This dawned on me as I go to sit down. So I plop down on my chair and indiscreetly pull the lump out of my pants. Yes. It's underwear. This was no good. I had created an uproar and I definitely did not want anyone to see my underwear that had fallen out of my pant leg. So I tried really hard to slip my underwear into my purse before anyone could realize what was going on. Sadly, all the girls I was with saw me and burst out into a fit of giggles in front of the class of 100 people. It was traumatic.

I spent the rest of the study session trying to convince the boys I was with that I was kidding about the lump and they need to stop worrying about it.

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Then I get home and get on Facebook.

NOTIFICATION!

Isn't that a great feeling?

Anywho. This is what it says:

"Shelby :) So I am sitting in this science review session tonight and thought I heard your laugh, so I looked around and it was you! haha it brought back memories of Lone Peak for a second."


I admit, I was slightly flattered. But, on second thoughts, I realized the humiliating situation she must have witnessed and I questioned myself. Why am I always in these situations? Why is this the way people remember me by? I sincerely hope she didn't see my underwear. She must think I've cracked since I moved here to Rexburg. Or maybe she wasn't surprised at all. That's probably worse.


Oh boy.




Wish me luck with ever getting married people.

The Way You Look Tonight

You know those songs that make your heart melt away. Literally?

I call them my sentimental songs. I'm pretty sure everyone has them. Sometimes they make you cry and sometimes you can't stop smiling when you listen to them. But, they hold meaning, whatever it is. When I'm perfectly content, I sing them in the shower. Or when I'm feeling blue, I'll sing them and paint. When I've got lots of energy, I sing them and clean. Maybe pull out the vacuum or broom. Sometimes I'll give my little sister a kiss on the forehead and sing them to her when she is tired. Then sometimes, when I feel in love with the world around me, or in love with a person, I'll sing them as I dance. Music can do beautiful things. I wonder if my sentimental songs will ever loose their meaning. Or if they will pluck my heartstrings forever. It's a curious thing.

The Way You Look Tonight.

That's my sentimental song.

I could listen to it forever I think.

lovely,


with your smile so warm,


and your cheeks so soft,


there is nothing for me but to love you


and the way you look tonight...


mmm-mmm


mmm-mmm




mmm.

It's Official

I'm moving.





January 9th, to "The City Beautiful", "O-Town", swamp-land, the second most popular vacation spot in the country...









Orlando, Florida.

CRAZY, huh?!

I have been hired by Walt Disney World Resort as a Merchandise Salesperson. Woo! Ya, I know it would probably have been cooler if I told you I was hired as Mary Poppins or something, but.....merchandise selling will be just as exciting...hopefully. Maybe I will work in the Indiana Jones store and get to dress up all cool and whip children with those rubber snake things as I make the laaaaaaazzy eye at them. Or, perhaps, I will just be selling popcorn. Who knows?! Either way, I'll be in Disneyworld every day! Listening to beautiful tunes and feeling magic and happiness all around me.

I can't wait.

Well, I can a little bit...

I mean, this is the first time I will move so far away from home with no one I know. No car. No money. No nothing. In Florida. I'm flying in and living there by myself for four months. It's a little scary. But exciting. What other chance am I going to get? I might as well have ridiculous adventures all over the world before I settle down and get married. It's the opportunity of a lifetime.

Plus, I get to run around Disneyworld whenever I'm not working and ride all the rides. Or, I can lazily sit in Main Street on a bench and watch as all the visitors leave with tired, satisfied, smiles. I'll eat some Ice cream or maybe have a Disney lollipop. Mmmm.

Not to mention I can get my friends and family in for free too. Hmm. Let me know if you are interested ;)

Let the magic begin!

Happy Halloween!...or should I say Happy Steining?

My first Halloween away from home was...a completely ordinary day. Sad.

No costumes.
No trick-or-treaters.
No scary music.
We didn't even watch Charlie Brown and the Great Pumpkin.
We tried. But when we opened up the case it was Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.
Sad.

The only eventful happening happened a couple weeks ago.

My roommates and I decided to take a walk and go out to eat somewhere funky. Like Fong's. Who knew on the way home we would be ambushed and stalked be Frankenstein.....



I will never forget the look on Hannah's face. HA.

Who knew we'd become so famous while living in Rexburg, Idaho?! ;)

Happy Steining!

Precious Savior, Dear Redeemer

A Winner at Heart

Eh?

It's GREAT huh?!

Ya, I was pretty creative. So, I entered it in my ward pumpkin carving contest. Here were my opposing pumpkins:

And of course....

President Monson?

And the Angel Moroni...

I am definitely at BYU-Idaho. So. 

I didn't win.

 Crazy.

 I know.

Angel Moroni did.

Hmph.

I didn't know Halloween was supposed to be so religious.

At The Pumpkin Patch

Yay! Fall is HERE. And with that, pumpkins. Carving pumpkins is always a major event before Halloween. Each year, you carve a pumpkin, with the intent to be the coolest, most original, cleverest, finest knifework, pumpkin-carving-contest-winning pumpkin EVER! In reality, you go trick-or-treating the next day to find out your pumpkin really isn't all that great. Sad day.

But NOT this year! I have a brilliant plan.

I chose this beauty:

Ohhhhh. Don't you dare sneer! Size does not say anything about the coolness of a pumpkin (plus, I'm a starving student now and could only afford to spend one dollar on my pumpkin this year).

The reason I chose this particular pumpkin (other than the fact it was cheapest) is because of it's unique shape.

An Apple.

Am I right?

Of course.

(scroll down to look at my brilliant carving plan.)

It's going to be the pumpkin of all pumpkins.

I'll report back on Monday. Be excited. Or...

SCARED FOR YOUR LIFE.

That's probably a better Halloween approach.

Hee Hee.