Tuesday, March 29, 2011

College Beds...

Once upon a time, Randi broke her bed. She almost fell off and hit her head.
This happened a few weeks ago but I felt the need to share it since I found this picture last night. Yeah, I broke my bed. It wasn't by jumping either.
I was putting my fitted sheet back on my bed (more like wrestling with it) and as you can see, my bed is right by the wall. I was balancing with one foot on the wall and the other on the edge of my box spring...and the my cinder blocks (they make my bed taller so I can fit more junk underneath) fell over. Then my bed slide out from under me and I landed on my stuff underneath. See that dented box? Courtesy of my knee. It was super funny. For reals. Emma, who was on her bed at the moment, joined me in laughter after we made sure I wasn't maimed or anything.
Then I had to haul my mattress and box spring off (heavy) to survey the damage to my bed frame. I dented it a little and it popped apart, but never fear, I fixed in a jiffy.
This was the text I sent to my parents: "Once upon a time Randi broke her bed. She almost fell off and hit her head. But because she's a Scout, resourceful and smart, she fixed her bed like a piece of art. So since Randi went and fixed her bed, she now has a place to rest her head."

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Hare Krishna

My weekend was...colorful.
My friends and I took a little road trip to Spanish Fork to participate in the Festival of Colors. It's a festival for the celebration of Spring and it basically is just a giant chalk throwing fest. It was like Woodstock for Mormons, guys. Funky music, dancing people, weird speeches and lots of chalk. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Highlights: Riding with Steve, Orlando, and Andrew on the way down there. Non-stop singing both ways. Staying at Amanda's adorable old house and her mom making us super yum food (spaghetti casserole thing, Parmesan biscuits, smoothies, whole wheat waffles). Watching the boys dance to the Spice Girls and Britney Spears on Wii dance, so priceless. Staying up late. Being in an actual house. THE WHOLE CHALK FESTIVAL. Seriously, so insane. Hare Krishna is a interesting religion my friends.
Sorry for the picture overload post but you have no idea how hard it was to pick from the photos of this weekend. I really really had to throw that last photo in there.
Here's the deal though: the ends of my hair are pink now. I'm thinking that I got hit by some of the contraband homemade chalk and the dye in it was really strong. Hoping it comes out soon. Plus it dyed my feathers and I scrubbed my hair so hard that I weakened my feathers and they snapped. BOO. Never fear though, I'm ordering new ones today on rush order!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

I Needed A Spoon...

I ordered hot chocolate today just so I could get a plastic spoon.
It was really good hot chocolate. If you know me, then you know I am a big time sucker for that delicious liquid manifestation of happiness.
Really, I just needed a spoon for my yogurt.
But because of that hot chocolate, I felt incredibly collegiate as I walked through campus with that warm Styrofoam in my hand. Even eating my ham sandwich and yogurt and bran cereal mixture felt super cool.
What a life I lead.

Monday, March 21, 2011



Saturday, March 19, 2011

Feathered Hair...


Ordered from Etsy.
Done by yours truly.
I'm a supercool hippie chick now.

Monday, March 14, 2011

My Cup Runneth Over...


I've been really happy lately. I could say it's because I have eight weeks of school left, or that the sun has been out, or that I'm wearing red lipstick today.
But really, its been my Heavenly Father who's been helping me out. I returned from Spring Break feeling down and colorless. I didn't want to come back to school. Some of my classes have been really demanding and are wearing me down. I was here because I was should be at school, not because I wanted to be.
Then, I got a letter. It gave me hope. It made me feel like me again. Bits of wisdom were tucked in between funny stories and compliments. Pictures made me laugh. And then I was reminded of many things that my Heavenly Father has told me. I don't know why that letter was such a trigger for so many emotions but I felt alive again after I read it. I rejoiced that it was raining, I rejoiced in the funny things my kids in Special Needs Institute said, the way that Susie's nose crinkles when she laughs at me and Udell's loud questions of, "How are you today!?"
The next day, I sat in a study area of the building for the next class I had. I was reading my scriptures and all the sudden I had a divine thought come to me that was followed by an intense burning of love and approval from my Heavenly Father. I went to the temple. I cried tears of joy before I participated in the service that was to be done. I felt again, the overwhelming, burning sense of love within myself, the love that only a Father can give. Again, the Lord showed that love for me with the opportunity for a new calling and a more physical gift of appreciation.
I have been validated for reasons that I do not know. I have received answers to questions that had filled my mind for the past weeks. I have been blessed.
"And my cup runneth over."

Thursday, March 3, 2011

My Apartment Manager Saw Me In My Bathrobe...

One of my apartment managers saw me in my bathrobe yesterday.
My male and married apartment manager.
I'd gotten home from kickboxing and decided to go for a short run near my apartment. I got back and since I was showered in sweat, I decided to shower for reals. After my gloriously hot shower, I wrapped my hair in my towel, turban style, put on my robe and proceeded to do my makeup. Then came a cheerful knock on my door saying, "Hey we're here to show your apartment!"
Oh my heck.
There were dishes in the sink. The garbages were all piling up. Our room was a mess. Messy enough that when E and I left it that morning, we both said, "Gee, hope they don't show our apartment today..." Its a good thing that I had thrown all my clothes in my bed earlier (I put them in my bed so I'm forced to take care of them before I go to sleep).
So...I let them come in.
What was I supposed to do?! They were just outside my door waiting and I had NO time to pull on some clothes. Let's talk about awkward conversation about the closet space and bathroom size when I'm in my robe with wet hair. The turban did not stick around for our visitors. That poor mother and daughter. My poor apartment manager. Poor me.
Why do these things happen to me?!

The people next to me right now are talking about cow placentas. You read that right, cow placentas. Help me please.