"What is this, Horseville? Because I'm surrounded by naysayers. Wordplay!"

Who says I can't run the 5K this Saturday? Well, lots of people might, seeing how I went running for two miles yesterday and it took an embarrassingly long amount of time. But! I will prove them wrong. It will still take an embarrassingly long amount of time (sorry Tricia!), but I will still do it AND look like a champion. Word. It might be the first race of our race series, but you've gotta start somewhere. The bottom is a good place to start, I guess.

Here are some great things that I am addicted to right now:




1) I recently jumped on the 30 Rock bandwagon (thank you Netflix!) and I don't know if it is Liz Lemon, or actually Tina Fey, or if they are one-and-the-same, but I find myself having "Liz Lemon" moments all of the time. Also, I have watched this video a ridiculous amount of times. Please feel free to judge.



2) Melody Gardot. Or Pinata Garnier as Brad likes to call her. I really like her music and I just bought one of her piano books. Now if I could just sing and play like her I would be set for life.



3) More Korean Pop music! Or K*Pop as we 'in the know' like to call it. I recently ran into one of my good friends from high school and somehow found about our common love of Korean Pop music. I'm still trying to remember how that topic even came up. But she loves it a million times more than me, and gave me a whole post-it note covered in songs that I should look up - and she did not disappoint! My poor roommates have had to listen to this music all weekend. But I know that they secretly love it.

I mean, look at this dance. C'mon!


But really - let's hope that I don't die on Saturday.

corporate juice pimps. and bus drivers with no heart.

You heard me right. I'm talking about YOU Jamba Juice! Whether it be your delicious smoothies, or equally-delicious over-priced oatmeal, I love your product. I'm eatin' what you're makin'. I'm pickin' up what you're puttin' down. I'm mowin' what you're growin'. I'm wearin' what you're sewin'.



Anyway.

The thing with Jamba Juice is that it is mucho dinero and I can only go every once in a while. I don't know what it is about their specific smoothies, but I can never just seem to replicate them! Even with all of the "verified" recipes that I search for on the internet, they just turn out to be a so-so smoothie. So when I actually go to Jamba Juice and get one, it is worth it to me. So today before class, I decided that for some reason or another I deserved a Jamba Juice. So I took the thirty-second drive and ordered my Red Gummy Bear smoothie. (Weird story: I went and ordered my smoothie and the girl said, "Don't you mean White Gummy Bear?" No, I do not mean WHITE Gummy Bear! I said RED. Well, I said that in my head at least. Well the girl turns to her co-worker and asks how she makes it and the other girl said, "It's just White Gummy Bear, but add some red." What sort of red are you adding?! Blood? Crayons? Raw hamburger?)

Eventually I got my smoothie and thoroughly enjoyed most of it, but I looked at my clock and realized that I needed to go to class, so I ran out to the bus stop. As soon as I got on the bus I sat down and took a long sip. So good. Well I look in the bus driver's mirror and she is giving me a knowing look and pointing at the tiny trash can that they have on the bus. The nerve! She wouldn't start the bus until I threw it away. I thought that I might have a Rosa Parks moment, but decided that I didn't want all of the press from it. So, I threw it away. There was still a good 1/4 left!

As I was walking to the library I thought of all other nasty qualities that the bus driver was sure to have... Stealing candy from babies...giving pennies to children on Halloween...taking tennis balls off of the bottom of elderly peoples' walkers ...but I needed to stop. I'm sure that she is a -- nice -- person. Just doing her job of taking her passengers to and from where they needed to go. As soon as I admitted this to myself, a girl came up to me and gave me a FREE peanut butter and jelly sandwich. What the?! Did you see that one coming? Because I sure didn't.

Here is what I take away from this experience: 1)Food and drink is not allowed on buses. Wish I had known that sooner. 2) Don't think bad thoughts about other people. It isn't nice. No one wants to be categorized as the house that no one wants to go to trick-or-treating. 3) Sometimes, just sometimes, what goes around comes around, and if you lose 1/4 of your Jamba Juice smoothie you might just get it back in the form of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Fair trade if you ask me.

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5)Don't go to Jamba Juice with four sandwiches expecting a free smoothie. They don't think it's funny.

flat tires are fun, but that is maybe 0.23% of the time.

The other 99.77% of the time they are sort of crappy. I should have known that something bad was going to happen that day - I mean, I had done my hair and worn my cute boots. A combination for trouble every time. I even had a foreshadowing moment. I had gone to my mom's school to volunteer and I was helping a little boy practice his letters. He was writing a capital D, and for some reason he made the bottom part of the D flat, but a little bit wavy. It sort of looked like the ghosts on Pac-Man. He said, "Teacher Suzy, look! It looks sort of like a flat tire." (No joke, exact words). I said, "Oh yeah it does! That's cute. Alright now fix it." (Exact words once again, though I said them nicely).

Well little boy, I don't think it's cute anymore. Though sitting on the side of the freeway listening to country music looking at the glowing Arby's sign might be someone's idea of a good time, I had other things to do. Like not be late for work. So my great mom picked me up off the side of the road hitch-hiker style and drove me to work! Bless her.

On the drive from Tremonton to Logan I had flashes of me being a person with no car: living in the mountains with dreadlocks, relying on a walking stick, only eating cliff bars and wheatgrass and showering in a stream once a week, being one with my bicycle, plaid shirts and Chacos, recycling carpet - but this dream was not meant to be. My car was fixed the next day.

This is me without a car:

Is this what you really want, Universe? For me to be a Mary-Kate look alike? I thought that was what Ashley was for.

Ultimate Boy Band!

There are so many to choose from. This song used-to-be-and-now-is-again my ringer on my aforementioned smartphone. With a video like this, and a select lifestyle that they are sure to have, who wouldn't want to be in a boy band? And a Chinese one at that!

Oh, and just skip to like 0:09 or something. The first few seconds are...weird.

New Phone = New Hazards.

I am the proud new owner of a smart phone. And let me tell you, it is smart. I'm pretty sure that if it was enrolled in a university it would receive better grades than myself. Purely for it's "Ask ChaCha" app...

But, with a new phone comes problems that I am not used to, such as:

1- Finding the vibrate/silent mode button while in class. Quickly.
2- Realizing that with a touchscreen phone there will not be a keyboard, and to not freak out when I'm in a panic and can't fine said keyboard.
3- Proof-reading texts. Now I like to think of myself as a literate person, and I (hope) that I have fairly good grammar. Unfortunately with touchscreen phones, texting can be quite the difficulty. Here are some of my more recent blunders...

Supposed to send: "I'm so happy for you!"
What I actually sent: "I'm so gay for you!"

Supposed to send: "I'm sorry."
What I actually sent: "I'm dirty."

Supposed to send: "Because I wanted to."
What I actually sent: "Bedside I wanted to." (Also, I don't think that I've ever used the word 'bedside' in my life).

Also since my phone is so 'smart', it has a feature where you can speak into a speaker and it will translate what you spoke into text. Unfortunately it just translates what it hears and makes up it's own spelling. I guess I can't really blame it though - it is a cool feature. But once I sent the wrong version of 'your' (pet peeve). So, I'm probably not going to be using that a lot. Sorry, smartphone.

All in all, I really like my phone, but I think it might have a mind of it's own...which scares me, because what if it turns into that creepy robot from Transformers? (Not an actual transformer, that would be cool). Only time will tell...