Oh the bum-crack part.

I have joined the masses of women who rock the bum crack part.
Yep, I am parting my hair right down the middle-
Well as down the middle as I possibly can. . . I have a cowlick.

I am still not sure about it, but heck I am up for a change.
After all I have had the same hair style for like seven years now.
Goodness that makes me feel old.


I have been thinking a lot lately-
I have to do something to keep my mind occupied while while watching kids swim in a pool all day.
Life is all about experience. It really is. I am not lying.

Experience is personal. It is something that has been encountered, observed, or undergone. It is the totality of the cognitions given by perception. It is all that is perceived, understood and remembered.

And the thing that is the most beautiful and difficult about this word is that our experiences define who we are and who we become. The things we go through shape us, and even the same situation is experienced differently by two different people.

I can't choose all the experiences I will encounter, but what about those I can choose? What are some of the things I want to take a chance on? Who do I want to become and what experiences will get me there?

Experience.

This word makes my heart race.

Do you know it is Thursday? me neither.

For some reason I keep thinking it is Friday and I feel like I am forgetting something.
I have checked and rechecked my schedule for the day and I know what is going on, but I still don't feel at ease.

Maybe I am just uneasy because my mind has been on other things than just living in the moment and taking each day for what it is worth. I highly disregard doing this, but I can't help it. Don't worry all you curious people out there- "other things' will be revealed in a few posts to come so stay tuned.


Maybe I feel uneasy because I am not living the fast-paced college lifestyle that I was used to, so the idea of having free time throws me into a panic.

Or maybe I just feel uneasy because I am forgetting that today is Thursday. . . yep, that is probably it. At least I hope that is it.

PS. It is kind of funny to watch myself blow dry my hair. I need to think of another name for blow drying, because 80 percent of the time I am using the little handheld device to warm my body.

curly hair and pastel nails.

When I was growing up my brothers would tease me by saying that if you have curly hair then you must be boy crazy (they would then tempt to pull out my hair to see if it was curly)

I didn't have curly hair when I was little though-

Sure, there was a slight wavy to it I guess. . . but definitely NOT curly.

Then I moved to college.

I thought that my hair just got curlier because it is more humid up here in Logan.

However, my hair dresser informed me otherwise. . . 

In fact one of the first time she did my hair after moving away she ran her fingers through my hair and said, "Kels, your hair is changing- from the roots."

I asked her if hair did this often and she informed me that it does - IN PREGNANT women!!?!

Hold the phone! I don't now what my body is doing or why my hair is going curly but I know for a fact that I am not going to be having a child anytime soon!

Haha- I laughed when she told me that.

But hey, I welcome the curls, the body and the volume that my hair has now obtained.

It makes getting ready for school a lot easier and quicker!

On another note-

this morning I painted my nails. . . 

three different colors.

Yes, I am 20 years old,

and no I don't care for nail polish on my finger nails,

but yet they are painted.

I have now been up 5 hours- and it is only 10 o'clock.

Today is going to be a marvelous Monday.

Cheers!

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Pencil hair.

this picture is a disclaimer: my hand is really not that big. . .

Tonight I put my hair up with pencils- 

it is a sign. . . I need to become a teacher.

Ok, maybe not. . . 

I will be honest,

only reason I put my hair up with pencils is because 

I didn't want to go upstairs to get an elastic. . . 

But this pencil hair of mine did make it through the hair-shake test!

Hair-shake test: agressive shaking of ones head to test the stability of one's stylish hair.

It probably would have been nice to have taken a picture of the back of my head. . . 

You know so you can see how I work my magic,

but I don't even want to look back there.

It isn't falling out- and that is all that matters.

Apples and Cowlicks

Sometimes I eat apples and embrace the fact that I have a cowlick.

It is Friday and this is me trying to stay focused long enough to finish my homework before the game. . .

Emphasize TRYING

disgusting.

This is my leg, my hairy, dry, tan leg. . . or rather I should say it was my hairy, dry, tan leg.
If you know me well then you know I HATE having hairy legs!

When I was little I used to still my brothers face razors and secretly shave my legs. . . I only got caught once and that was the last day of first grade when I shaved my legs dry and had razor burn- mom thought I had a rash, but when she asked about it I was a good child and told her the truth.  I was told that I couldn't shave until I was twelve.  I obeyed but was counting down the days!

There is just something about having silky smooth legs.  It makes me feel beautiful and feminine.  I know, I am a nerd!  AND I absolutely hate when I can feel the hair on my legs snagging on my bed sheets when I sleep at night.  (I have goosebumps from thinking about it!)  I shave nearly everyday just to avoid this predicament!

Now for the reasoning behind the gross picture above. . . I have been working living at the pool this entire week.  I would teach lessons, shower there, come home eat lunch, go back to work, come home to eat dinner, go to sleep and repeat!  Usually I have a razor in my shower stuff at the pool, but it magically disappeared. . . And to be honest shaving was the last thing on my list of things to do. . .

I will save you the horror of seeing my hairy armpits.


P.S. I am nine hours away from a glorious vacation!!! 

Read this. It will make your day!

Marvelous day at D4!

So, basically I LOVE stories!  I love listening to them, telling them, and the reactions that others get from them!  

(clearing of throat)  Here is my story for today and IT JUST BARELY HAPPENED!

I hope you all find it as humorous as I do.

I am usually not home during this time of the day on Wednesdays.  I am usually at my Crossfit class, but today I didn't go.  I didn't have to- and why would I put my body through something like that when I didn't have to?  

Instead I ate a lovely salad topped with a boiled egg, cranberries and cheese.  Just thinking about how marvelous that was in my mouth makes me smile while I am typing this story!  I have also been doing some intense "research" via Blogger.  

All my roommates were either still at school or upstairs so I was all alone in the living room enjoying my "Me-time" when I heard the door knob start turning.  The thought went through my head that it shouldn't be doing that.  Everyone was either upstairs or at school who lived here, and the J3 boys aren't so quiet.  Before I realized it a man was in my doorway.  I have never before seen this man in my life, but from first glance he seemed nice and he was nice looking.  For a moment, yes just a moment, we "stared into each others eyes". . . okay, not really.  It was more like we looked at each other with very confused expressions, not really sure what is going one.  He stood there for about ten seconds.  I even think he said hello, then he started noticing his surroundings. . . I am sure the thought went through his head "Where did that Giraffe picture come from?" and then it donned on him.  The cute stranger started going red in the face and backed out of the door way before anymore could be said. 

Now, even I have made the simple mistake of going into the wrong apartment.  It is easy to get confused when all the buildings look the same.  Lucky enough for me when I walked into the wrong apartment no one was there to catch me in my act.  Another thing, when I walked into the wrong apartment it was the beginning of Fall semester. . . we are now drawing near the finals week of Spring semester!  Poor kid.  His mind must have been on something else- I have my theories.

Theories:

1. This unfortunate soul couldn't resist the smell of my perfume it lured him in like Pepe le Pew
2. He was in a complete daze due to lack of sleep and stress of finals
3. (complements of Randi) "Something unbeknown to him led him there.  Like he just had some magical connection to you apartment and he was subconsciously being led there without his consent but he just couldn't stop himself" 

Yep I like Randi's the best!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Now, because there is always a story within a story this is what took place while I was sharing my lovely adventure with Randi:

Tami was cleaning up the hair balls off the floor.  Hairballs are quite common in D4 especially since there are five girls who live here who have longish hair. . . it is just a fact of life.  Well, she conjured up quite the wad of hair and because I think hairballs are funny Tami came down and showed me.  At that moment I had the epiphany to take the ball of hair down to our lovely J3 brothers.  I thought it was a thoughtful idea since the semester is almost over and we will all be going our own ways this hairball was a way they could take a piece of us with them where ever they went.  Because we thought it to be so special the plan was to surprise them!  

Tami and I ran down to their apartment set the hairball on the back of their couch and left hoping that when they saw this symbol of love they would be filled with much joy and cherish it forever.  We quickly retreated to our apartment.

Ten minutes later. . . 

My doorknob started wiggling again.  This time more aggressive than before, but the hope for that poor young man danced across my mind, "He has returned!  Randi was right!"  I leaned over the chair to assist the one on the other side of the door- when my door flung open and two rowdy boys came bouncing into my apartment.  These boys were familiar- too familiar.  Tyson and Brian, two of the six J3 boys, ran into my kitchen before I even had time to think. . .  In Tyson's hand was a cool-whip container and a lighter.  

"Oh NO!  Not incense" was the only thing I could think they would light in our apartment. . .yes they have done that before and it is terrible- the smell didn't leave for days.  I had to stop them!  Tyson was by the stove already lighting away before I had even got off the chair.  Brian was guarding the entrance to the kitchen.  There was no way for me to get in!  I called for help.  Tami and Jordan were upstairs doing homework- I NEEDED BACKUP!  

Poor Brian, I punched him in the arm a few times to break down his barrier, but there was no hope.  By the time Tami and Jordan came down Tyson and Brian had started to head for the door, leaving behind the smoldering cool-whip container.  I ran in to put out the flame when the repulsive odor of a hair-perm and cow branding filled my nostrils!  IT WAS THE HAIR! 

At this point I don't know which could be worse- the smell of incense or the smell of burt hair.  Currently  the kitchen window and the front door are both open hoping to circulate some fresh hair into our home.  

I know. . . we asked for it- 

Oh, by the way:  Happy Wednesday Everyone! (:

lack of sleep = cleaning?

Time: Approx. 9:07 AM

Place: Vanity in D4

Task: De-clogging the sink.

please don't mind my short-shorts. . . I was cleaning!

 I arrived to D4 around seven thirty Saturday morning.  The lights were all off and everyone in the house was sleeping despite Jordan and I who were sleep deprived from the previous Relay For Life activities.  As we trudged up the stairs discussing the events of the day to come I soon realized that there weren't enough hours for things that I had scheduled to do that day.  In that moment of time I contemplated my priorities and soon came to the conclusion that sleep could wait and that now was the time for me to get to work. . . yes work.
I have this huge pet-peeve of clean clothes.  I absolutely hate starting off a week having a hamper full of dirty clothes.  It honestly drives me bonkers.  We have a laundromat in my complex that isn't too far from my building and on Saturday it is known to get packed.  I knew that if I wanted to get me clothes washed there was no time like the present.  As soon as I walked into my room I grabbed my dirty clothes and lugged them down to the cleaners.  The initial  plan was to start my laundry and then go back to bed. . . However, as soon as I got back to my apartment I caught a second wind.  My version of a cleaning Nazi was released.
Next up, the kitchen.  My roommates and I have come up with a system of chores and each week we all have a job to do.  Clever I know.  Mine this week was the kitchen and it was in drier need of some TLC.  As part of the job regulations we have until Monday at midnight to finish our assigned duty, but I despise cleaning on Mondays, Sundays are completely out of the question and so there I was scrubbing the floors around eight in the morning.  Exhausted, but far from total and complete bodily shut-down.
After the kitchen I was on a cleaning high- which lately has been really rare (you should see my bedroom).  I saw the vanity sink- I had been meaning to tackle the monster which lived within the throat of the sink and I finally had the courage to take it down.  Everyone else was still sleeping so I figured that my opportunity was golden.  I grabbed the plunger- and tried plunging out the gunk.  Gurgling sounds of the underworld (aka: the drain) sounded the house and soon everyone was up curious to what I was doing.  No hope.  Next trial for success was to undo the p-hole? (the little contraption underneath the sink)  Mind you, I have no plumbing experience whatsoever.  As soon as I got the p-whole cap off I couldn't get it back on and there was water spewing everywhere when I turned on the nozzle. . . Long story short getting the cap back on was an adventure all of it's own.  Finally I turned to my last chance of success- taking out the drain head (again, I don't know the correct terminology).  Tami advised me to use her latex gloves that she accidentally brought home from work.  Bless her heart!
To save you from the gruesome details I took out the drain head, looked in to the throat of the drain and saw doom- o wait, nope, just kidding, the only thing I could see was hair- an almost complete blockage of hair in my drain.  Nasty!  I stuck my latex-covered finger down the drain and pulled out the bit I could reach of the closer, but I couldn't successfully bring out all of it.  Kellie advised a metal hanger and happily donated to the cause.  Sticking a hooked end down to the depths of water flowage I retrieved an eight inch tap-worm of hair!   I threw it in the bag and ran to my room gaging . . . if I didn't have serious throwing-up issues I defiantly would have lost my breakfast right then.
I finished the task of cleaning the sink- but as soon as that was done I no longer had the urge to clean and went on with my day - not sleeping until eight thirty at night!

Oh, and for a quick sneak peak!

I took Tami and Jayson's engagements yesterday- 

nearly fell asleep driving them around

got rained out

but ended up with some awesome picture!

Correction: "p-hole" is suppose to be "p-trap", but I'm not changing it!

tired much?

It is late- or early. . . like five o'clock in the morning early.
I am too tired for my own good and the good of those around me, but hey it is all for a good cause right? Tonight Tyson, Jordan and I are "Walkin' it Out" at the Relay for Life that was put on by the school.  We joined a team, got awesome shirts, walked a few miles, and slept only a few hours- if that.  In short tonight was fun.  I am tired (I know I have said that already, but that is all I really am).  Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

Here are the two bits from my two conpadres:

Tyson: Did you mean today is going to be a long day Kelsie? Because it's going to be and I think Sunday will be a little long as well. So yeah like my dear friend said, we joined a sweet team for Relay for Life. My cousin put it together. At the time I didn't even know what Relay for Life was but Kelsie and Jordan were quick to explain things to me. A month has gone by and here we are sitting on the floor in the Field House with all kinds of people. It's is early, we are tired (did we already mentions that?), I have eaten lots of food and spent a lot of time on my feet the past 24 hours. I'm chilling with some pretty gorgeous ladies that have some awesome sleep/insomnia hair. Life is pretty great.

Jordan: Oh the conversations you have at 5 o'clock in the morning. Pretty much today has been an interestingly wonderful day…its seems like it has been several though. Relay for Life is definitely a fun experience though, staying up late into the evening with complete strangers fighting cancer. Does it get better than this? I think not; and if it does not by much! I have several blisters on my feet, really tired (did we already mention that?), but happy and ready for more!

beastly, I know.

It is a phone picture- give me a break. . .I know it sucks okay.

Last night I took on this beast.
Yes, it is a hairball- a huge hairball, mind you!
It took preparation spoon full of peanut butter
special equipment kitchen broom and vacuum from J3
lots of elbow grease and persistence.

It wasn't easy to take on this beast of a creature- I mean look at that thing! It is Ginormous!
I got a few battle wounds a paperish cut only by hair. . . a hair cut! (no pun intended).
What did I do with this wad of hair you may ask?
I took it over to J3- to show them my hairball-taming skill. . . They thought it was gross.
Big wimps!  IT IS JUST HAIR!

Equation:  5 Girls + Hair = HAIRBALLS!  everywhere . . . (dun, dun, dun!)

sleep, The lack of.

Current Song playing on ipod: It's Raining Men

Current location: Living room

Current time: 2:55 AM February 20, 2011

Notice: my hair is crazy- as I get older and older it grows more curly. . . does this mean I am going more boy crazy?  or just crazy in general?  I like it though- it makes it easy and FAST to do . . . for the most part-  Thanks head for growing hair that is a little bit wild-  It makes my life interesting and gives me a chance to mix it up! (:

Good thing it is Sunday tomorrow- I can have a nap. . . (ya right!) .  I should be in bed, but I am not tired, not that I have tried to go to bed.  I bet if I laid down I would fall asleep- o well, sleeping is good but I will sleep when I get old!
It is freezing cold in our basement- It is snowing outside and I keep hearing the snow plows drive down the road.  I bet the plow-drivers are way tired and their wives are anxious for them to return so that they can sleep well again and not rustle around restless in their beds searching for the warmth of the man that lays beside them.
As soon as I fall asleep I know I am going to have to pee-  I am currently drinking a large glass of milk to wash down the Cadbery Mini Eggs that I have been snacking on all evening!  They are so amazingly good- definitely worth peeing my bed for. . . maybe not.  Gross- sorry for that image.  For the record I haven't peed my bed since I was eight years old.  I know, that is quite old to be peeing the bed I remember begging my mom not to tell anyone- especially my younger sister.

Wow, this post

is going in so many 

different directions. . . 

sorry about that!

 This next week is going to be huge!  My friend Tyson is running for Programming VP up at the school! Dah!  nervous!  He asked me to be his campaign manager even though I have no idea what is going on! I feel like an underdog!  Maybe, just maybe we will pull through though- my fingers are crossed!  I have been designing some things and painting signs and talking strategy with Tyson.  I think he has a pretty sweet plan and it may just work!

If you are a student

enrolled at Utah State

Please vote for Tyson!

After all every vote counts

Getting all this stuff put together is reminding me of high school- 

Painting all the homecoming signs, all the extracurricular activities I did, my perfectionism. . . 

Yep, just like high school. . . 

No sleep, lots of milk, and a messy room.

I am so glad it is a four day week next week!

Funny side note! I am going to have a longer weekend than week!

I didn't have class on Friday and there is no class Monday due to President's Day . . .

FIVE DAY WEEKEND!

Oh- by the way I would like to announce that most of my roommates (minus one) have now joined the blogging world! 

I pretty much think they are amazing and I am sure you will all love them too!

Check 'em out:

• Kellie (look our names are almost exactly alike. . except for one letter)
• Tami (She is my room-roommate)
• Jordan (The smart one- 'nough said.)

We have decided that we are kindred spirits. . . It is pretty legit- just sayin'

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ONE MORE THING!
If you think my blog is even a lil' bit awesome- or at least fun to read some times (especially how I miss spell and miss use lots of words) then I think you should FOLLOW it!  I know it is a HUGE commitment and everything, but it makes me feel good!  O and if you want to share my thoughts with anyone else feel free to.


Okay- I am done now, sleep is in order. . .