This week has flown by!

I could be plaing nerts with my friends, I should be studying anatomy, but instead I am flipping through the awesom silhoutte pictures we took tonight. Thank you Megan.

Loving doing nothing....

A conversation at church today that took place between a little three year old girl named Ashley and my mom.

Ashley: (pointing at Daniel and I) Are those your friends?
Mom: No, they are my kids, do you remember how I told you I had a little girl who is all grown up?
Ashley: Are they big?
announcment for children to go to childrens church
Ashley: I NEED MORE MINTS.
Mom: Come to me after church.
Ashley runs away and forgets about the whole incident.

Sometimes I wish I was three all over again....

Only because I can't post a blog without a picture...

Today was a mix of good and bad.

The Good: I woke up and my daddy made me a delicious homemade breakfast. My mommy made me coffee. My daddy made me a fire so that I could be warm. I got to take a real shower. I got all my laundry done. I got to hang out with Elijah and Joy when they came over for dinner.

The Bad: My brother came home from his friends birthday/ sleepover, read his book, then went up to his room at around 4:30 pm. It is now 11:30 and he hasnt emerged. I believe this is called lack of sleep. I kinda hope he wakes up in the middle of the night, maybe at like 4, and is like, boy, I have gotten 12 hours of sleep, now what am I to do with myself? Anyway, after Joy and Elijah left I started watching an episode of psych on my compter, then my dad came and asked me when we were going to do taxes together. I said right away. We began to use Turbo Tax and fill out forms, we did this for over an hour. Lets just say that scholarships make taxes freaking confusing. Oh, so in the middle of this whole tax deal I hear my mommy in the other room busting up laughing at the episode of Psych that I stopped in the middle of, this was sad, I wanted to be watching it with her. Then, I finally finish my taxes after forever, and there is an error. A confusing error. My dad figures it out for me while I finish my episod of Psych. I find out I owe $180 for taxes. This sucks. I hate this. Blah.

The Ugly: I really have nothing to say here...I just wanted it to say the good, the bad, and the ugly. Yep, yep.

And this is what happens when I come home...

I got home today at about 6.
I ate a wonderful dinner of homemade leftovers. I never knew they could taste so good.
My mom cleaned the kitchen.
I dont know what I was doing.
I decided I wanted to watch a movie with my mommy while my daddy went to a high school girls basketball game.
I got in the car and drove to Hastings.
On my way there I saw a cop who had pulled someone over.
I finally got to Hastings.
Went inside, found the movie, went to the checkout line, waited for a while, listen to a girl complain about a 25 cent late fee for a movie she claims she never rented, finally got helped.
The hastings card won't scan.
Manager is called.
Manager fixes problem.
Magager leaves.
Movie is scanned into computer.
Clerk tries to scan movie coupon into computer. Wont work.
Clerk tries to type numbers from movie coupon into computer. Cant read numbers.
Magager is called.
Manager types in special numbers.
Manager leaves.
Clerk tells me I owe $3.77, I am confused, I payed with the coupon thing.
Manager is called.
Manager says I have a late fee.
I ask from when.
She says is is for Spiderman from back in 2005.
I look puzzled, say it is my moms account, but oh well, I will just pay it.
She waves the charge.
I feel bad for the people who have waited in line forever behind me. I really didnt want this whole ordeal to take place. I thought about leaving numerous times.
I apologize twice and then leave.
I see the same cop who has pulled another person over on my way home
Finally I am home.
Great start to an awesome weekend.

Hope you all are having a good weekend.
Love ya!

Poems, Songs, and Inspiration.

So last night everyone was writing songs.
Then today I was reading Carmens poems.
They are just...so...inspiring.

Friends are friends forever.....

...when the Lord's the Lord of them.

How did I end up so lucky?

That's right. Be Jealous.

Picture. Wolfman. Need I say more.

Jared Sucks.

A weekend with my Carmen.

We had a dance party.

She parted her hair different.

I wore a cool hat.

Wolfman howled at us.

Our friends came over.
We watched Church Ball and Cheetah.
We went to bed by 12. It was one good night.

The weekend is still young...

A conversation that took place as we (Shane, Kenny, Jared, Angela, and Carmen) were leaving the Phase.

Shane: I play basketball like I play girls.

Kenny: Not very well?

Jared: Awkward?

Wolfman howled at me!

So I know I already blogged once today. But after this first blogging experience I had to go sit in a 50 minute sociology class, and I started doodling, and thinking, and realizing I actually had stuff going on in my life to blog about.

First off. A conversation that ensued last night before we fell asleep.

Kayla: Angela, evey boy knows you are the most marriagable material.
I mean, if I was a boy, I would marry you.
Angela: Ugh.
Kayla: No, you should take it as a compliment
I mean, can you blame them?
The house would aways be clean
The laundry would be done and folded.
Dinner would be ready for them on the table every night.
...and I am pretty sure the children wouldn't be brats.
Angela: Yeah, but would you love me?
Kayla: I would love what you did for me.

(Blogger wont let me uncenter this conversation. Stupid. )
...and then I cried myself to sleep.

Now for my daily activities:

There was a freaking lot of dishes. Megan, being an awesome roomate went with me to the laundry room to dry the dishes as I washed them.

Then everyone in the room, besides Megan who was on her computer, took a nap while watching Batman Begins. Then we went out for a photoshoot.

We are goofy.

One of the most amazing pictures of Jared. It was taken in Senior Hall, which is probably one of the most pretty buildings on campus...though I know you can't tell from this picture...

Megan is good photographer. Megan is good at photoshop. Megan is a good person.

One last random conversation of the day.

Kayla: Carmen, can I read your lyrics.
Carmen: Sure.
Kayla begins reading off what sounds like class notes.
Kayla: Looks like Carmen was doing what she wasn't supposed to be doing while in class.
Carmen laughs and blushes.
Megan: Well at least she goes to class!

It was a good day.

Wolfman howled at me, Rachel, and Carmen.
The end.

Gas Stations and Swollen Ears.

So, I realize I haven't blogged in a while. Miss Carmen Landon has blogged quite a few times in these last few days, so I have decided to write a post. There is one problem though, my life is boring, I have no stories. Oh well, I'll throw a few pictures in here to make life interesting.

A few days ago Kayla and Carmen headed down to Kafka to do some studying while Megan and I stayed in the room to do some "studying". As soon as the girls left the room we decided to take pictures, and by we I mean Megan supplied the camera and the expert photography skills while I was just the model. It was quite fun I must say. In fact, I think we are having another photography session today, and I am kinda excited to say the least.

A day previous to my photo shoot, during the 45 minutes I left the room to take a test, Jared and Carmen had a photo shoot. I really like this picture. I mean, I know it looks like Jared may be proposing to Carmen, but that is definatly not what is happening. I actually like this picture because it looks like a scene from a movie. I just love it. End of story.

The most gorgeous picture of this girl ever. Megan is such an awesome photographer.

Oh, I nearly forgot. On tuesday, the same day Carmen and Kayla were at Kafka and Megan and I did a photoshoot we get a call, a call from Carmen. Megan and I happened to be in her room, stealing sheets and comforters so that she would have a better place to sleep in our room, then I hear Kiss the Girl, I answer, and Carmen asks me to go get the car and bring it to her at Kafka, cause Joel ran out of gas and needs to be driven to the gas station. Now, this would have been an easy task on any normal day, but tuesday, well tuesday was just a bad day. Megan and I had to run back to our room, grab car keys, coats, eagle cards, and the camera. We went to go get the car, first stopping by the wrong parking lot, then finally realizing our mistake. Once we found the car it was covered in like 2 inches of snow. After a few minutes we get the dang thing cleared off. Life should be good now, right? Well no. Because of the freaking 3 feet of snow Cheney has gotten in the last 2 weeks many of the roads are one way, and C street is one of these. Now lets just say I dont drive very often, so I did not know this stupid street was horrible to drive on. Megan and I had to pull over into a snow bank so that an STA bus could clear the side of our car by less than a freaking foot as it drove by! Mind you this is Theresa's car and I definatly didnt want to get in a wreck. Shortly after this bus incident we see a white car sliding towards us, no worries though, they got control before any accident could happen. We arrived at Kafka a few minutes later, handed the keys and wheel over to carmen, went to pick up Joel and life was just swell. Yep, thats my story and i'm sticking to it.

One more story. This one is about my ear. My ear which became swollen to the size of Mount Everest. I don't know what is wrong with it, I don't like going to the doctor, I don't like being in pain, but it is all ok, cause today, when I looked at my ear I noticed it is no longer red. It is half the size it was yesterday. My point is proven once again, I dont need a doctor!

It is almost the weekend. This makes me happy. Life is looking up.