k, it's not even really MY apartment. When i'm there it feels as if i shouldn't be. I start to feel anxious and the only thing i can think about is throwing all my stuff together into my giant suitcase, running away, and never looking back. Patience. If you could buy patience in a bottle, i would. But i guess peppermint icecream will have to be the substitite. After all, i only have two weeks. TWO WEEKS! I can't wait to be home again. It's interesting how i thought i would feel so free when i moved from home, and came up to ogden to go to weber state. But honestly, i feel more trapped now than i ever have. I saw a quote the other day that said simply, "Go where you're CELEBRATED, not tolerated." That place is st. george. Where i can do what i want, go where i want to go, and not feel lame for being happy about the little things i fall in love with a million times a day. (my new cobra ring, dandylions sticking out of the snow, a nice lady that asked me if i had false eyelashes on,- i didnt -, people who give up their seat on the shuttle, and pushy salesmen). So many things that make me love them. It pains me when people don't notice these, and just pass right by them.
So, to further delay going back to my apartment for the night, it's time to write a little... OOO!! today i read colormekatie's latest blog. I was laughing so hard here in the computer lab. I literally had to cover my mouth to muffle the noise, and keep the stare's to a minimum. The entry shows pictures and a video from the latest improv everywhere mission about a guy looking for his friends at a knick's game. I don't want to give too much away, because me describing it is of course no comparison to actually seeing it yourself. So go check it out! I promise you'll laugh:) Colormekatie.blogspot.com
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