My New Title

So once again I was trying to invent a sastisfactory title for my blog, and all of a sudden the song, "Fergalicious," popped into my head, leaving no room for any rational train of thought. I am now Megalicious. If you have been living under a rock and don't know the song, here it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQetLQRab8c. I couldn't embed this one.

Skinny Legs

So I was walking to class this morning and saw something like this only with pants:

Which reminded me of this:

Later, as I was walking into the library, I passed a guy who sounded like this:

And sometimes, when I wake up, I look like this:

My Blog's Tragic Title

I need a title for my blog. I didn't like it, so I set out to change it, but as I was unable to think of anything, I gave it a temporary, somewhat generic name. I want something creative--something me. I do, in fact, believe that life is good; however, the name just doesn't satisfy my creative needs. And maybe I'm not creative, and that's fine, but I would at least like to pretend that I am.

Check Out My Other Blogs

Danielle and I have a blog called "The Finer Things Club" where we review books, movies, food, and all things great... or not so great, as the case may be. It's cool. We post all sorts of videos and things. Also check out "The Summer List," and give us ideas for cool things to do this summer. You can find the links for these blogs on the right side of this page somewhere.

A Free Gift For You!

Alright everyone!
The first FIVE people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2- What I create will be just for you.
3- It'll be done this year. (might be a little while)
4- You have no clue what it's going to be.It may be a story. It may be a joke book, autographed picture of myself, handmade bag, or a little invention of my own! I may create you a blog header or paint something for you with my food. (That would be scary). I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows?
5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange. Believe me... it may blow your mind!
The catch?
Oh, the catch is that you must re post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did, win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me!
Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it! Sounds like fun, right? So, let's play!

Driver's Ed Reminiscence

So I was blogging about The Breakfast Club on "The Finer Things Club" and thinking about detention, which I have never experienced thanks to my angelic nature. However, this got me thinking about the time Megan Lemmon and I were kicked of Driver's Ed. It's true that we whispered one or two sentences to each other, but mostly we were victims of Mr. Rapanich's anger management issues. He started yelling quite boisterously for us to get out of his classroom, and at first I didn't even realize he was talking to us because, in my opinion, we hadn't done anything worthy of his indignation. I was just looking around the classroom, trying to solve the mystery. Eventually, with enough of his yelling, I realized he meant for Megan and me to leave, so I grabbed my things and scurried out of there before he could start breathing fire.

It wasn't until I was safely outside in the rain that I took the time to put my books and things in my backpack. But where was Megan? I was sure Mr. Rapanich had been yelling at both of us because he had commenced his tirade while Megan was in mid-sentence. She eventually did join me outside, but she was braver than I was and had stayed in the classroom to put away her things. She made sure to take her sweet time, too, just to further annoy Mr. Rapanich. We hung out in another room until class was over and then humbly returned to apologize, not because we were sorry, but because we wanted to be allowed to return the following day. Mr. Rapanich was suddenly very compassionate and assured us that he was only concerned for our safety. He was afraid that if we continued socializing in class, we would miss something vitally important and consequently die in a fatal car accident. Keep reading, and you will discover all the valuable things I remember from Driver's Ed.

My drive instructor was Mr. Gall, and my fellow drivers were Megan Lemmon and Meghan Johnson. Yes--Three Megans. I remember my first drive: It consisted of driving back and forth through the high school parking lot and learning how to use the pedals and turn signals. We were supposed to have already done some driving with our parents beforehand, but Megan Lemmon had not yet done this, and that first drive was her first time behind the wheel. Mr. Gall asked her to move the car forward a couple times and nothing happened. Megan insisted she was pushing the pedal down as far as it would go. From where I was sitting in the back seat, I could stretch and see what Megan's feet were doing.

"Megan," I said. "That's the brake."

Then I remember our final drive. Megan Lemmon was the last one to go, and I don't remember exactly what happened other than Mr. Gall having to use the emergency brake. I think that kind of threw off the whole drive for Megan. She was steering us back towards the Junior High, and I was staring out the window, feeling bad for my best friend. I saw two guys walking down the sidewalk. One of them had a tall neon green Mohawk, and it was he who caught me looking at them. He yelled something I couldn't make out--and then he mooned me. The parking spaces at the Junior High had cement blocks in front of them, and as Megan was pulling into a space, she hit the gas instead of the brake, and we had a very quick, rough ride over that block.

Some of the most important lessons I learned in Driver's Ed came from the videos we watched. I remember one video on road rage where this very angry man jerked his car over to the shoulder to retrieve his crossbow from his trunk. Unfortunately, I can't recall what he did after he had his crossbow in hand. I tried to find it on youtube, but was unsuccessful. I did however find a couple other ones. I will warn you that the second one is pretty extreme and someone gets ran over. I was shocked when I watched it, so if that's not something you want to see, don't watch it. The first video is a high class production created by actual driver's ed students.



Ouch! The only other video I remember was about a family whose van stalled on the railroad tracks. As luck would have it, a train was on its way towards them. The family responded by yelling orders at the father, who was in the driver's seat, and he shouted back as he repeatedly, yet unsuccessfully, attempted to start the car. Then the screen went black. I think the lessons to be learned by these videos are obvious.

My favorite question on the written test was something along the lines of what do you do when you see this sign:

Hell Week

I hate Rexburg! I love BYU-Idaho, I love the people, and although I wouldn't choose to live in a town as tiny and ugly as this one were I not attending school, it is a tolerable place to live. But the climate here will be the death of me. It's finally gotten to the point where I'm not obliged to step out into a fresh layer of snow each morning, so naturally one bad thing has been replaced with another, and it's hurricane season. I was actually wondering where the wind was, as I seem to remember it being my constant companion in years passed, but I was by no means missing it. I was practically swept away in a tornado on my way to class today, and now that I am once more safe and warm in my apartment, I have no intention whatsoever of leaving it again until I'm forced to leave for class tomorrow morning.

This week has been very stressful, but I am surviving, and one of my professors has let me and my partner move our presentation to next week instead of tomorrow, which gives me a few minutes to blog about my week from hell. I'll admit it actually hasn't been too unbearable, but there have been moments when it felt that way. With three lit classes, my list of lengthy reading assignments is never-ending, so when I actually have writing assignments or some other project due, I become a sleep-deprived maniac until I've accomplished everything. I'm currently reading Pride and Prejudice, Their Eyes Were Watching God, and Villette, the last of which I find extremely boring, so it takes me a while to get through it. I had a take-home midterm for my Fiction class, an analysis paper for American Lit, and I had to meet with Brother Samuelson to talk about the upcoming British Literary Pilgrimage. I have a Drugs and Society test to take tomorrow, and originally I had that presentation for my Bronte class, which I was really struggling with because I didn't have any time to research, and my partner and I no longer had a topic because our professor accidentally gave it away. Fortunately, I now have the weekend to work on that. It may not look like that much on here, but my workload for the week was more than enough to keep me busy.

I hope I'm not sounding too negative because although I have been extremely busy, I have not been hating life by any means. I actually feel pretty satisfied with the amount of work I've gotten done this week, and I did find a few minutes for fun, too. Tuesday was Danielle's birthday, so I took her to The Cocoa Bean for some hot chocolate and cupcakes. It was a bit of heaven in week of chaos.




P.S. I realized in class today as I was writing the date on my pop quiz that it's my half birthday! Six more months and I'll be twenty-four. Each year sounds slightly more strange than the previous.