Sunday, June 24, 2012

Welcome to Saturday

This is a list of verbs to describe my Saturday night with Kendra, Madi, Josh (N.J., still working on the nickname), Jared, and Tyler.


My friends are the best.

I'm off to my cabin until Tuesday with Annie!

Signing off!

Friday, June 22, 2012

The Art of Suckering Customers Into Tipping You.

I'm pretty cool.  I worked for three whole hours in the show shack and made. . . wait for it. . . thirteen dollars and seventy-nine cents in tips.  OH YEAH! I've perfected the art of getting tipped.

There are many kinds of customers, and you have to treat one a little differently in order to get that extra quarter, or even a dollar out of them. (Every penny counts! If you get 25 cents from every person, think about how much that adds up to at closing.)

The Mother:  These are the ladies who look like they need a nice, relaxing the day at the spa.  Manicures anyone??  There are 2-9 little children running around asking for bubble gum, cotton candy, tigers blood, or wedding cake (they're hardly creative when it comes to flavor choices). When The Mother first approaches the window, smile and wave to the gaggle of children pulling her arm.  Then flatter the kids.  Tell the little girl you love her puppy dog slippers she is wearing, compliment the girl who obviously got into The Mother's make up and tell her the burgundy smeared lipstick is "so gorgeous! You look like a movie star!)  Moms like it when the kids are happy, and you don't act totally bummed out by having to make forty-five kiddie snow cones.

The Father:  Men are so much more likely to tip than women.  I don't know what it is.  Maybe we're too stingy to part with our shoe allowance to tip the poor college student stuck in a box, shaving ice for minimum wage.  But, if The Father comes, he only has 1-2 kids, normally, or he's with his wife. Getting tips from these middle-aged, graying men is a snap.  Usually they don't want to carry change around, so pray they get some quarters back (or that you run out of ones and have to give them quarters).  Repeat steps from The Mother for similar results.

The Kids:  If you see two little kids run up all by themselves, face it, you're not getting a tip.

Working Men:  The faster the snow cone is made, the more money is going in your pocket.  But, make sure it's syrup-ed to perfection, don't get stingy on them.  That's just asking for a disaster to happen. Also, always ask if they have a punch card.  If they don't, punch your little heart out and tell them there's some extras for waiting so long, working so hard, being patient, ect.

Date Night: I'm still working on this one.  Usually the pay-ee is too absorbed in the date to even think about sharing a morsel of their moolah with the poor college student who has to pay for gas in her gas-guzzling beast. 

College Guys:  These are my favorite.  They'll try to flirt with you, and if you're nice back to them, they'll usually leave you a tip.  Sometimes they might want you to sing "Row, Row, Row, Your Boat" though, that's when you just say, "Do you want my number instead?"  (This did not happen.  Yet.  The singing did.  The number giving was an afterthought with Haylie.)

Teens:  "BUUUUT ALLLLL my friends do it Mom. . ."  The same goes for tippage.  To really bring in the big buck with a big group of teens, you need to get the first person to order to tip.  Once everyone else see that they're going to too.  It's a psychological thing.  The person in front of me is so nice/rich/popular/smart they gave that awesome/cool/spunky/fun girl a tip, I'm going to too!  Getting the first person to tip is pretty simple.  If it's a girl compliment her, earrings are a good thing to start with.  It's not as creepy as her pants, and not as generic as her shirt.  Shoes are good too.  Guys, are just guys, smile, laugh, joke around, there's a good fifty cents in your pocket from the first guy.  Maybe more if he wants to impress his "bros."

The Drunk:  You're getting tipped no matter what.  It's going to be pretty big too.

EFY Counselors:  You're not getting tipped, and you'll stay 45 minutes later than you should.

I've got it all figured out.  Thank you Aloha Snow!

Thursday, June 21, 2012

The Adventures of THE BEAST

It's official.  Well, it's been official for awhile now, I hate my car.

I hate.

I ran out of gas again today.  AFTER I put seven bucks in that dumb guzzler.

Here's the story:

It was a cool summer evening and a crisp breeze blew through the valley.  As a young girl walked out of her place of employment she received a lovely little text message inviting her to a fire.  Now, this fire was going to be slightly awkward, and because of that she politely declined. About a million texts later she finally gave in, just so she wouldn't be annoyed anymore.  (Text pressure anyone?  The modern-day peer pressure.)

Upon arriving after a long day at work, the girl sat there and listened to all the fun plans the group had for the summer that she wasn't invited to.  This made the girl wonder why she was wanted to badly at this shindig anyways.

She suffered through an hour of eavesdropping (that's what it felt like) and they decided to go get hot chocolate.  Everyone left except for one person, when the group realized the other person wasn't coming they invited that person, but left me out.  It wasn't until the person stood up to go did they invite me.  There wasn't room in the car.

The person stayed.  Then the young girl had some fun.  They roasted biscuits over the fire for about ten minutes until the group came back.  Except it was only one person of the group.  That one person does not like the young girl. At all.  Needless to say, that was when she stood up and excused herself from the group without even so much as a goodbye.

As she was driving home, another awful thing happened.  The dumb gas guzzler ran out of gas.  Finally fed up with the day the girl broke down.  Just like her car had.  She then called the friend who invited her to the fire five times.  No answer.  She sent a text.

"Hey. . . I just ran out of gas. . . Can you help me?"


"Insert address of road here"

There was no reply.  She then called the person again.  No answer.

The young girl was ready to walk home when she received a text from a very angry mother demanding to know where she was.

Sheepishly, she told her what had happened, then fifteen minutes later, a very grumpy mother pulled up and handed her the gas can.

The End.

It's amazing to know who your real friends are.  Just because you've known someone for years doesn't mean they will be there for you.

On a brighter note. . . I saw a shooting star tonight.  It was amazing.  (So was my wish.)

I can't wait for a new day.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

The Tragedy of the Senior Trip and Summer

Today was a "Eh" sort of day.

I woke up, made eggs, mushrooms, ham and cheese, worked, watched last night's Bachelorette, talked to Jordin, and stressed.

I feel like I'm missing out this summer on a lot of things.  I didn't go nanny in D.C. because I wanted to spend my last months with the friends I may never see.  It's not working out so well.  I mentioned once, how anything I'm determined to do, will happen.  It's hard to catch up with old friends when they're working too, or never answer their phone.

Honestly, if it weren't for a few people, I would regret staying here so much.  Jordin is having the time of her life, and I'm working my guts out.

But, I wouldn't trade anything for the people who have stuck around.  This week is going to be rough.  I'm going to survive though.  (Be impressed, I'm posting this before midnight.  I went to be at ten tonight! How crazy is that?! I guess having your friends busy/or have no cell service has it's benefits.)

This Sunday/Monday/Tuesday is supposed to be my senior trip.  I have dreamed of having an epic senior trip ever since the fifth grade when my friend told everyone she was going to go to Spain.  Secretly, deep down I wished I was going to get a plane ticket to Peru for graduation .  That didn't happen.  (Surprise, surprise)

My friend Tyler and I were going to go down to Mexico and volunteer in an orphanage.  His new girlfriend had other plans.

My cross-country road trip was a failure.  Thank  you new girlfriends.

(I just need more single friends.)

I took matter into my own, capable hands.  I planned a weekend trip to my cabin.

(It's not a fancy cabin, I swear.  It was built 95 years ago and has red shag carpet.)

Out of the 12 people I talked to at the beginning all but one bailed.

Then I invited a friend I've missed.  She's been with her boyfriend a lot.  (See, more single friends needed.)

So.  My senior trip may not happen if I can't find some awesome men to come with so Max doesn't feel awkward. . .


Monday, June 18, 2012

Manic Monday

It's just another manic Monday 
I wish it was Sunday 
'Cause that's my funday 
My I don't have to runday 
It's just another manic Monday 

Theme song of the day.  Done.  (If you really have never heard it, I'm ashamed.  It's a classic)

Happy Monday to you all! When ever I wake up on the glorious Mondays of the world I think about all the fantastic things I could do that day.  Then, I realize I can't do any of them because I'm going to be locked inside an ice cream shop for 6.5 hours.  

Monday dreams: Crushed.

My weekend was rather fantastic though. Extremely relaxing. 

On Saturday I took the day off, read some books, headed to my grandma's house, and hiked up to the Wind Caves.

For all you non-cache valleyian people (especially you BYU-I fellows) the Wind Caves is a merciless 9.8 mile hike into a rattle-snake infested wilderness.  I do not recommend any large groups of people, children under the age of 16, or any who mention "Brother Lowell owns a meat packing plant and gave us free meat", attempt to reach these caves.  Also, any who plan on proposing in these parts would best beware of any Ramona Quimby looking children and their friends.  They'll ruin the surprise.

It was an eventful night.  The weather was gorgeous, Nature Valley makes some dang good granola bars, and I could spend all night talking to Josh.  (Or N.J. or The Nickname, or some name I said I would come up with, but never did.)  

I had fun.

*Insert content smile here*

Today was blah.  It'll be one of those days I completely forget about. Tomorrow will be better.

Actually tomorrow is going to be worse.  Gah.

It's just another manic Monday 
I wish it was Sunday 
'Cause that's my funday 
My I don't have to runday 
It's just another manic Monday 

Friday, June 15, 2012


I worked for 12.17 hours today.  Twelve hours.

I was so excited to get off work at 11 and hang out with Madi and our friend Kaesen.  (He lives 4 hours away and is in town this weekend.)

At 10:58, right before we close at 11, a group of EFY counselors showed up.

That would have been fine.  You know, whip out eight snow cones, we'd be done in 7 minutes tops.  Not quite.

They kept coming.  And coming. And coming.  They spent over 40 dollars on snow cones.

The shows you how many there were.

But think about how much money in tips we were going to make! YEAH!

They paid with a credit card.

No tips.

I didn't get out until 11:23, and I left Haylie and Anna to clean.  (I feel really bad about that.)

I cried.

I really, truly cried.

It has been a really long day.

(Yesterday was good!  I went to Summerfest with N.J. in-between jobs. It was a much needed break.  He's a great friend.)

But I was so excited to hang out with Madi and Kaesen, and I wasn't even supposed to work all night.  I was supposed toworkuntilnineandifIhadonlyworkeduntilninethenIcouldhavegoneonanadventruewithJoshbutIwastoonicetosaynoandneedmoneysoinsteadIendedthenightfustratedandcryingughImgladIhavethefriendsIdo.

Tomorrow will be much, much better.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

I Have Amazing Friends

There's ice cream in my ear.

And up my nose.

And in my hair.

And stuck to my eyelash.

I had an adventurous evening. (Say that out loud with a slight eyebrow raise and make sure to enunciate, don't you sound super cool?!  I enjoy it.)

Today was my first day off (besides Sundays) since graduation.  AHH!! I LOVED it.  So much in fact, I considered quitting one of my jobs.  But once I looked for a car I quickly got rid of that brilliant, beautiful, gorgeous, idea.

I slept, read, went to my sister's dance revue, and did one of my favorite things in the whole, wide world.

I had a Sonic chat.

Yup.  You go to Sonic, take 30 minutes to decide what you're going to eat, wait 15 for them to bring it to you, and you talk for another hour.  Best. Thing. EVER.

They're only really fun if you like the person you're talking to. Two hours in a non-moving car (sounds scandalous) would be realllllly awkward if you didn't want to be there.

I like Eric, so it was a very fun chat.  Sometimes I'm amazed at how well that kid knows me.  It's really scary sometimes.  It's so nice just to be able to sit there and just talk to someone about anything.  He's one of the few people that can actually get me to talk, it's one of his best qualities if I do say so myself.

Except.  Tonight he started an ice cream war in his car.  I told him to smell the peanut butter shake (it was peanut buttery) and he managed to get some of the whipped cream on his nose.  Then he (for some odd reason) got even closer to the cup and got even more whipped cream all over.  Silly boy.  He then had to attack an innocent bystander (me) and A) rub ice cream all over my face and hair B) squirt water at me.

But don't worry.  I totally won the fight.  I have ninja skills when it comes to smearing ice cream.  Watch out.

(This ice cream is really not coming out of my ear.)

In 66 days this isn't going to happen as often. . .  But I'm determined to make sure it'll happen.  When I put my mind to something it always happens.  There will be more Sonic chats with this kid.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

My Summer Adventures

I made a list of Adventures to go on this summer.  I'm still working on it :)

A) I can't do any alone
B) That's all the rules

1. Buy a Car
2. Buy New Toms
3. Buy a Longboard
4. Go Chalking
5. Go Cliff Diving
6-12.  Write various missionaries
13. Go Hiking
14. Catch a Fish
15. Sleep on the Golf Course
16. Get Lost

Morgan and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

You know it's going to be a bad day when your mother yells at you to wake up, go to the school, and clean your room.  The three most terrible things you could hear on a nice, summer-y, Tuesday.  I was fortunate enough for those words to be the very FIRST thing I heard.  They also ruined a fantastic dream.

Needless to say, I didn't do any of them.

I did wake up when I got a phone call from my mother (because she communicates with me through technology) and promptly got into the shower.  (I didn't answer because I was in the shower, wink, wink.)

I dried off, threw on some tie-dye and braided my hair.  I then found a car.  To test drive.  In Logan.  For 1,3500 dollars.  I was happy.

Then I test drove it.  I love the car, but the tranny scares me to death.  (Yeah. I know my cars.)  It shifts really rough, and my beautiful, humble vehicle has always had issues with the transmission. I'm not dealing with that anymore. 

Then work happened.  Well job number one.  I can officially say this was the first time I have ever cried on the job.  This lady was so mean to me.  I don't even want to talk about it, but it was bad enough to make me switch Sarah jobs and shed a tear or two.

By the time I headed to Casper's I was done.  I then walked in to see a contract thing-y eveyone had to sign that said somethings about stop eating ice cream, don't give free ice cream away, don't forget to lock the doors, ect.  None of it really applied to me, but I felt like I had done something wrong.  It was just a bad day.

Around 8:30 I was thinking about faking sick and going home (but then I remembered I need money to buy a car) and decided to text N.J.  (He's officially going to be renamed something epic when I narrow down all the possibilities.)  An hour later guess who's at Caspers?

Yeah.  I was so happy I could have died.

I couldn't ask for a better friend.  Especially since he stayed until closing, and talked to me after work. There's no way he can understand how much that means to me.  (It's a lot.) 

So my "Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" actually turned into a day i'm going to love.  

Go read Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day now.

Monday, June 11, 2012


I have a confession.  It's something. . . Scandalous.  I just don't know how to tell the whole world, I don't think they're going to be able to fully understand. 

I enjoy milkshakes.
I don't eat my veggies.
I drink caffeine.
I sometimes wear sweatshirts in public.
I'm a girl who wants to go into politics.
I'm a Mormon.
I'm a Democrat.
And, two of my best friends in the whole world are gay.

I know.  Crazy.  I'm just a jumble of social assumptions gone wrong.  

I want to say somethings.  I'm not meaning to preach, and I'm going to avoid sounding that way.  But.  Somethings need to be said.

A)  I love my religion. I will not give it up for anything, simply because there is nothing that will EVER be worth giving it up for.  Now.  Because I love my religion, that does not necessarily mean I support every single thing ever member does.  I am my own person.  I consider myself (I have no clue how to make this sound humble at all) a very accepting person.  I do not judge based on rumors or past actions.  I'm a firm supporter of "just because you aren't LDS doesn't mean you're a bad person."  In fact, some of the sweetest, kindest people I know do not belong to my faith.  On the other hand, some of the biggest jerks I know go to church with me every Sunday.  This is the disclaimer for the rest of the things I'm going to delve into.  Sometimes you have to understand just because one person may ruin it for you, does not mean it's worth giving up.

B) This isn't necessarily the "meat and potatoes" of this post, it's merely a side-note that kind of applies.  I'll make it extremely short.  I'm a democrat.  That does not mean I do not live the standards of the church or am a "devil-worshiper."  I do not want to control the lives of every citizen because I feel like "we can't take care of ourselves."  I do not follow Lucifer.  I do not want to force everyone to do the same thing.  I HATE it when I'm told these things.  I like the idea of giving everyone a fair, equal shot at life.  Especially when we're going to talk about education and healthcare.  I'm all for welfare.  I believe we should be helping those who are TRYING to help themselves, but can't seem to catch a break.  Isn't that what we should be striving for? Helping one another.  Not judging because of circumstance or social status or by how much money is in someone's bank account? 

*side note* The law of consecration.  Giving up all we have and then dividing it among the people equally.  Hmm. . . Why am I being targeted for wanting to give what we have to those who have less.  (sorry, it just popped into my head)

C) Sorry.  That got off topic.  This is the meat.  

Recently, there has been an EXPLOSION surrounding the gay community and the LDS church.  Many active LGBT  members have criticized the Mormon church for it's "stringent" standards regarding homosexuality. (Gah, this is so hard for me to write)  I'm going to ask those bashing the church to stop.  Please.  Everyone has something they stand for.  I'm going to take a stand for what I live.  I am going to ask for you to listen to yourselves and stop judging.  Do not judge "the mormons" as "gay haters".  That's not true. 

We are all looking to be accepted for who we are and what we believe.  I firmly believe a good Christian (yes, Mormons are Christian) will love all men (and women), but can choose to hate the actions of these friends.  Hating the action does not mean hating the person. And loving the person does not mean you have to love every single thing they do.

I love my friends to death.  I do not condone their actions, I do not support them.  I support the people.  All men were created equal, some will live with harder challenges then some.  And those who have the strength to overcome them are role models for everyone.  I would encourage everyone to read this: .  I'm sure many you have already heard about Josh Weed and his Club Unicorn.  If you haven't read it.  It's an incredibly touching story.  After that, read this response: .

Sometimes we should all be friends.  But, until that acutally can happen, the least we can do is tolerate each other. 

We don't even have to like the other person.  We just have to leave them alone.

Lovin' the Single's Ward

I rode a bullet bike today.  It was red.

I love the singles ward! Ah.

Hi.  I'm a tad excited about today.  (If you haven;t noticed yet.) I'm going to give you a break down of the day

9:02- Wake up.  Groan.
9:08- Get out of bed and drive Chandler to football practice
9:18 - Return home
9:20- Go back to sleep
10:00- Wake up.  Shower.
10:07- Go back to sleep.
10:14- Rush to pull hair back and put Casper's shirt on.
10:17- Drive to Casper's
10:30- Find out soft-serve machine is broken
11:20-Finally fix soft-serve machine
11:30-4:30- Work, eat ice cream, meet very nice people, meet very rude people
4:35-Drive to the Sno Shack by Hastings.
5-8:15- Work. Earn 7 bucks in tips. Gossip with Haylie. Plan Haylie's wedding.
8:16- Get text telling me to go to FHE
8:38- Go to FHE
8:39-10:20- Have the best Monday night ever!

So, I totally missed all of Family Home Evening.  That's okay, the after party was better anyways.  It doesn't even seem like that big of a deal as I actually think about what we did, but it IS a big deal.

One of the things I have been struggling the most with about college is finding new friends.  I'm stuck in the mentality that all of life is going to have the high school social hierarchy. Like, the Senior boy isn't going to want to talk to the Freshman girl (Haylie, you're excluded from this example.) The girls are all going to be mean.  Groups are going to be "exclusive."  If you aren't dressed the "right way" certain people aren't going to talk to you.

This is all false.

Tonight I FINALLY understood that everyone feels the way I'm feeling at one time or another.  And most people (I'm not going to generalize and say everyone) are going to be extremely friendly.  They know it's scary, and they want to make new friends.

What a novel concept.  People want to make NEW friends.  There go all the chocolate-milk sharing buddies from Kindergarten.

I had fun tonight.  I had a lot of fun tonight.  And honestly.  I only remember one person's name.  (It's Austin, btw, he's the one with the bike.  We went for a ride.)

There are always going to be outgoing, friendly people in the world.  No matter which college you go to.  There are even going to be nice girls and attractive, smart guys, in a place called Ephraim, Utah.

I understand now.  I can't wait for the adventure to begin.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Missionary Stuff

Wow.  I'm astounded.  I have had more views today than any other day. WOO!! You guys are awesome. Thanks for actually taking an interest in my uber (I spell it like that for James) boring life.

Did you enjoy my obituary?  I was going to write a memoir, but that seemed like a lot of work for a Sunday afternoon.

Today I went to a missionary farewell.

Let me just tell you, I HATE farewells.  I'm one of those sensitive saps who cry.  I hate crying in front of people though, (unless it's a guilt trip, then it comes majorly in handy) and so I contained myself pretty well today.

But, David did an amazing job with his talk.  He was laughing and crying at the same time, so I was laughing the whole time and didn't even care that he went a good 15 minutes over time.

At this farewell I realized there are a few people I knew in high school, and I liked in high school, but I didn't really get to know in high school that I want to know. (I hope that made sense to you, it does to me.) I sat by one of those people at the farewell.

*Enters Church*

*Scans chapel*

*Sees nobody to sit by*

*Sits alone*

*Hugs and chats with David*


*Spots Mikey*

*Exclaims "MIKEY!!!!" in head*

*Sits by Mikey*

*Talks all Sacrament with Mikey.*

*Content sigh*

That was basically how that hour and a half went down.  I seriously love that Mikey kid.  He's hilarious. We're going to be friends this summer.  And for life after summer, that's what I've decided.

Oh.  And I owe him cupcakes.

The World Lost a Great Man Today

At the age of three hours and fifty-six minutes, on June 10, 2012,  the world lost a very sweet soul.  He was a brother, a son, and most importantly, the best thing that ever happened to a young girl.  While she was having an incredibly rough day he was there for her. Just for her

My sweet friend taught me a valuable lesson in the short time we had together.  He was the best boyfriend I could have ever had.  He loved me for me, always knew the right thing to say, was a little nutty, but all the best ones are, and left an impression that will stay within my heart forever.

Words cannot describe the feelings I have for him.  I wish to publicly thank him for all the joy he brought me within our short time together.  I would like to thank him for allowing me to be myself.

So, dear, dear Chocolate Peanut Butter Oreo Shake.  Thank you.  I shall miss you.  But, tomorrow, we shall meet again.

Friday, June 8, 2012

The Continuation: A Dramatic Tale

Part II

Obviously the young girl made it home alive.

But, alas, the tragic tale happened a second time on the way to the gas station earlier the next day.  Thankfully, the little big brother of the girl was nearby, with a nice gas can and filled up the humble vehicle.  All was well once she hit the gas station and used her hard-earned tip money to fill a whole three gallons into the car.  All was well.

The End.

I've been in this extremely dramatic mood lately. (As you can tell by my writing)  It's quite fun.  There's so much to say, but everything I want to say should have it's own post dedicated to it.  But, that's not going to happen.

It's Friday! (friday, gotta get down on friday, party and party. . .)  Now that that's stuck in your head, it's technically Saturday.  Yup.  I worked another closing at the beautiful Sno Shack, and then purchased a delicious peanut butter peanut butter cup shake.  (It was a pretty dang rough day, that's my comfort food.)

But! My friend Josh.  The nice Josh.  Not to be confused with the Josh that took me to Senior Ball.  I'm just going to rename both of them right now.  The Senior Ball Josh is now Funnion.  The nice Josh who I hung out with Graduation Night is N.J.  (Nice Josh, until I get more creative).  

BUUUT! Back to my story.  N.J. showed up at the Sno Shack tonight!  Ah.  I was pretty happy to see him.  He's just one of those guys if you're having a crappy day and he smiles at you everything is better.  It was a very nice surprise.

Then I worked some more.  I found out a girl I work with, Anna, is going to Snow too!! YAY! I have a friend down there.  She's a music major, which is very cool to me.  We're going to party.  Expect more about her.

Then, right as we were closing, at 10:57 people showed up.  I was so mad.  But, I put on my happy face, made a mess, pulled out a new block of ice, and did my job.

That was my day in a nut shell.

I also went longboarding.  I'm so glad it's summer!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Trauma in the Night: A Dramatic Story

It was a cool summer night.  The stars were out and the crickets were chirping.  A young girl walked out of her place of employment and into her humble vehicle.  As the ignition was started an orange light beamed, warning her of the danger ahead.  However, the girl took no notice of this warning, she had taken care of it the day before, and drove off.

As she was approaching the half way point, something startling happened.  Slowly, little by little, the car came to a stop.

"What's going on?!"  She thought.

Then, remembering the little red warning sign, she groaned.

A beautiful "Maverick" sign flashed a mile in the distance.

"I can make it, I can totally make it. Oh, please let me make it." She worried.

She didn't make it.

Mocking her, a half mile away, was the haven she needed to continue on her journey home.
But, alas, the fates were frowning upon her this night.

Picking up the little black device she dialed a number, but then thought "He's not going to answer."

A new number was punched in.  No answer.  She tried again.


*Insert small talk here*

"So, I ran out of gas."



"Why are you in Richmond?"

"Um. . . I work at Caspers."



"That's what you get for driving a Jeep."

The girl was one the verge of tears as the phone disconnected. She started on the long, cold walk to the beautiful sign.

There, she met a nice lady who gave her a gas can.  The girl swiped her credit card, got a gallon, and headed back to the humble vehicle.

After spilling a very small amount on the pavement, tire, jeans, hands, and getting an extremely large amount into the gas tank, she started off.

Upon reaching the beautiful place she swiped her credit card.

But, alas, there was an error.

It was denied.

Hopefully the young girl could make it home safely.  What is she going to do?  Who is going to help her?  The saga continues. . .

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Choppy, Lacking Sleep, Getting Sick

I'm getting sick.  This is awful.  I don't even know why.  It's a balmy 85 degrees outside, I have no allergies, and nobody around me has been sick.  I'm blaming the stress.  Which is ridiculous! It's SUMMER for crying out loud.  I should be having fun and not having to deal with all these dumb things.

I feel like I've lost two very good friends in one weekend.  One is moving to D.C. for the summer and won't be back until I move down to Ephraim.  I'm going to miss her so much.  I'll tell you about her later.  The other friend. . . Well it's incredibly complicated and I don't know how to explain what is going on.

On the topic of leaving friends. . . I successfully completed The Purge today!  Every New Year's Eve I delete hundreds of Facebook friends from my account, and at the end of Graduation I figured I'll do the same.  In January I had over 800 friends.  Now, I have 120.  Yup.  Look at that. I'm starting fresh.

This summer is going to be so interesting.  I know I keep saying that, but it's the truth.  I'm averaging 8 hours a day between my jobs, 6 days a week.  That's 48 hours a week on average!  Some days I work 9 or 10 hours.  Right now it's killing be, I should really get to bed sometimes (It's 12:37am right now, I work at 10am).

Sorry this post was so choppy.  I just don't know exactly how to go into details on somethings.  Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you a little bit more :)  Let the fun continue!

Love, Mo!

P.S.  I have to get x-rays on my ankle Tuesday.  Pray it's not broken! I have dancing to do!

Saturday, June 2, 2012

At a Loss

This is quite the predicament. I have no idea what I should be writing, which usually means I shouldn't be writing because I'm going to end up saying something completely stupid.  (Like that)

I graduated.  Thank you so much to all my friends and family who have supported me over the years and for all the fantastic gifts I have recieved.  They are highly appreciated and very much needed.  I love you!!!

I am officially  a college student!  Woo! I'm pretty cool.  The night of graduation was amazing.  I had so much fun.  I would never, ever want to change that night.

I think that's all I'm going to say. The past is past, and I can't wait to see where my future is going to take me.  I feel like this is starting out to a be a very good summer.  A summer "like never before".
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