College Life: Living in a Sitcom

So I've been living in my apartment for almost a week now, and it is a ton of fun! I wish I had pictures to show you, but I'll just have to explain as best as I can with words.

My roomies are the best:

Marisa: She's cute as a button. She has long dark hair and beautiful brown eyes. She loves anything strawberry and she is ridiculously happy almost all of the time. She's really good at going out of her way to meet people, so it's thanks to her that I know anyone outside of our room. She's from Chandler, Arizona and she stayed up until 2:00 this morning to decorate the apartment for Alli's birthday.

Alli: She's one of the most determined people I've ever met. She is six feet tall and has red hair. She's funny and sarcastic, and every time a boy walks past our window she evaluates his level of attractiveness. She's not afraid of anything, so she's the one we send out to do stuff like telling the front desk to fix our dishwasher. She is from Chandler, Arizona too, and she and Marisa went on that Choir Tour to Europe this summer. She just turned eighteen today.

Jerina: She is from Hawai'i and she is BEAUTIFUL. I'm so freakin' jealous of her gorgeous black hair! She is super nice and can usually be found in her bedroom on the phone with one of her millions of friends. She is going to teach us how to hula dance, and we're all really excited. She also introduced me to this Hawaiian treat called Arare which is most delicious.

Xan: Xan is short for Alexandra, and she is just as crazy as she sounds. She has short blond hair and makes me laugh all the time. She's on the BYU colorguard, and she loves to have fun. She's from Georgia, and she says that she puts on her heavy winter coat at 65 degrees. (*winces*) She can't understand why she moved to Utah.

Alyssa I haven't met yet, but she should be moving in today. (*scared face*) I'm excited and a little nervous. She's the one sharing MY room.

We also met some boys. (*wink wink*) They live in apartment 120, so that's usually how I refer to them: the boys from 120. They are:

Eric: He likes to do the dishes. He plays the guitar, but he professes to be unable to sing - which doesn't actually keep him from singing. He's really friendly, and he just got back from his mission three weeks ago. He went to Australia, but he's originally from California. He's a very strict observer of the honor code and he wouldn't be caught dead in our bathroom.

Jacob: He's tall, blond, and is the most intelligently funny person here. He drove us around all night last night and I find him to be a very fun but very FAST driver. He's from Washington(?) and I get along with him really well. (Probably because we both love Tucanos and have eaten chicken hearts.) He served his mission in Brazil and speaks Portuguese - occasionally without meaning to.

Jim: Also known as JIMMERS. He really is just a big ball of laughs, and Marisa seems to have an extreme weakness for him. She almost passed out from laughing when Jim said that his mom used to call him Jimmers, and we have all decided that that is his official title as of now. He continually tries to perform Jedi mind tricks, but very rarely succeeds.

I'm running out of time, so I'll have to shorten this. Andrew, Jeff, and Lewis also live in 120, but they're really quiet so I don't know much about them. More updates when I figure out more about them.

Today was my first day in my new ward. Sunday School was the funniest. It went like this:

Paul: Er, I've never taught a Sunday School lesson in my life, so bear with me. Our lesson today is called . . . (*looks down embarrassed, then speaks really fast*) Sealed for Time and All Eternity.

Entire Class: BAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!

Paul: Yeah. Welcome to the Single's Ward.

Home, Home on the Riv!

Where the BYU students all live.

Hi, guys. I just wanted to do another post while I'm at my parents' house and can steal their resources. I'm just visiting, though, because as of yesterday I am MOVED OUT, BABY!

I moved into my apartment yesterday afternoon/night. I'm going to have five roommates eventually, but for now I've only met three of them: Alli, Xan, and Marisa. I'd tell you all about them, but this might be my last chance on the computer for some time, so I have other things I have to get to.

Also, I wanted to tell everyone that I finally got a job! I was just hired today, and I'll probably start working next week. I'm doing custodial work at the Joseph F. Smith Building, and I'm very excited about it. I had an interview with my boss today and I think we're going to get on extremely well. The job pays well, and it's nearby. The only drawback is that I have to be at work at 4:00 AM. I work from 4:00 AM - 7:30 AM every weekday. My earliest class is Honors Writing, which is at 8:00 on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I should have no problem getting there on time (It's right next to where I work) but I'll probably look pretty crappy those days.

College is kind of freaky, and I feel like a twitchy sophomore again, but what else could I have expected? I think I'll get used to it a lot faster once the actual classes start.

Oh, side note to Kimberly Brown: "I'm going to get my books sometime this week. It was really nice of you to offer to take me, and I'd love to go with you, but I don't know when I'll have time to do it, so I couldn't give you much advanced notice. Plus, my books are going to cost around $55o, so I'm probably going to break down sobbing in the middle of the line. So if you still want to take me, let me know. Otherwise, I'm letting you off the hook."

This is probably going to be my last post for a while. I don't have a laptop or anything, so I have no idea how often I'm going to be able to post, but know that I am alive and well in ZoobieLand.

Love you guys!

Jessica

Ha ha. School.

Yes, boys and girls, it's that time of year again. A time when the air reaks of fresh paper and pencil shavings; A time when the ear is constantly caressed by the sweet sound of whiny children being shoved into minivans to go clothes-shopping; A time when students everywhere rediscover that famous four-hours-of-sleep hangover. Tomorrow morning, young people everywhere will be jolted from sleep by the buzz of alarm clocks and ridiculously cheerful mothers singing, "Get up! It's the first day of school!"

And I'll be sleeping in.

Ha ha!

Wisdom Teeth

Now that I'm out of high school, I figure: Who needs wisdom?!

Yes. It is officially Thursday, August the 6th, (happy b-day, Amanda) and today is the day that I get my face yanked off. But no worries. I'll be on LOTS of drugs.

I've decided that the reason none of my friends were ever afraid to get their wisdom teeth out is because they all did it before they were eighteen, and therefore, their parents signed all the paperwork for them. Well, I had to sign my own paperwork, and it's all pretty much six pages of:

Getting your wisdom teeth removed will have consequences, which MAY INCLUDE, BUT ARE NOT LIMITED TO:

* Lots and lots of bleeding.

* Massive drooling.

* Sudden loss of feeling in the general area of your face.

* Possible dislocation of the jaw.

* Nose cave-ins akin to the late Michael Jackson.

* Frequent seizures.

* Less frequent heart attacks.

* Strokes, mini-strokes, and extra-large-strokes.

* Sudden failure of the lungs, liver, kidney, pancreas, intestine, brain, heart, stomach, bladder, head, shoulders, knees and toes, eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

* Uncontrolable urges to dance on the roof.

* Cancer. Swine Flu. AIDS. Hiccups.

* Pelvic Thrusts.

* Fluency in German.

* Obama-rama.

* Etc. Etc. Etc.

p.s. it's possible that tiny goblins will nest in the empty sockets and develop an intrinsic culture in your face, but we've only had that happen twice.

So, yeah. If you're reading this after 10:00am on Thursday, I am now recovering from oral surgery. So take comfort in the fact that you, unlike me, are not a swollen bloody chipmunk. And I will take comfort in the fact that I, unlike you, am stoned out of my mind.