The other day I was over at Brandecca’s holding Calvin and all that and I was telling them about how I have to do my first take home exam later that day and how we weren’t even supposed to have the test cuz the teacher said he didn’t think we needed to take it. Becca chimmed in and jokingly said, “And then you spoke up and was like no please teacher give us the test.” I looked at both of them and was like I know you’re just joking but actually that’s not too far from the truth. They looked at me like I was crazy and started to freak out and say things like they were embarrassed to be related to me and other things and then I stopped them and said that it’s not as bad as it sounds and they should let me explain. What happened is that the teacher was contemplating not giving us the exam and everyone was like yeah no test but then the teacher who I really want to like me cuz he has control of my grade and cuz I think he’s adorable turned to me and said,”Heather, what do you think” I panicked and I verbally vomited….”well, if it will help me on future exams I’d appreciate it.” He was like you’re right we’ll still have the test but it will be a treat for you guys cuz it’s so easy. I turned around to see all 6 of my fellow class mates staring at me with their jaws dropped giving me this look that screamed…did you really just make it so we have to take the test?!?! I mouthed I’m sorry to them and they didn’t beat me up after class or anything. Sometimes having tests can prepare you for the final and hopefully I scored brownie points with my professor. After I explained all this to Brandecca I expected them to say oh that makes more sense but they said….Nope it’s just as bad as we thought it was and continued to tease me for me such a ridicules suck up.

I can't believe all the abuse from everyone trying to get me to blog more! Here you go...I've been trying to go and donate plasma for the longest time due to the encouragement of friends and the lure of 60 bucks a week. Something always seems to go wrong. One time I didn't have my SS card, then my tendent was covering my vain, and this last time they found out I had an endoscopy 5 1/2 months ago and you need a 6 months grace period before you donate in case you have internal bleeding. I'm guessing next time my vain will just collapse or something horrible that will finally make me give up. I don't understand why this isn't working out for me...it's not like I'm trying to take some dangerous experimental drug or something crazy like that...wink, wink, I just want them to take my plasma and sell it to the highest bidder, dangit!

Even though I will never be good at it, I decided that I should try and be a better blogger. My friend sent me this picture today saying that she and her husband went to the beach one day to get some sun, but the rednecks beat them to it. They watched them do this for awhile in hopes to see them do any sweet jumps but it didn't happen. I can still post funny stories even though it didn't happen to me.

Bus Stop Adventures

After work yesterday I stopped at the store and picked up some groceries. I had four bags when I left the store...I remember this vividly since I bagged them myself. However, when I was walking home from the bus stop I only had three and so I assumed that I had left one on the bus by mistake. Today after work I was talking to Mom and did not stop at the store but headed straight to the bus stop to go home. I was sitting there chatting and waiting when I dropped something on the ground and as I went to pick it up I found my bag of yogurt that I had left the day before. It was untouched except from the sunrays beating down upon it. I took it home anyway to through away even though it was painful since that was 6 bucks worth of yogurt, but for some reason I felt right being the one to through it away as if balance was now brought to earth.

Washington Pride

Today I was on campus and missed my bus to go home and since it felt like -20 degrees outside I refused to walk home. I had a good 25 minutes before my next bus that I used to study some flash cards for my class and people watch. I started to pay more attention to the people when I realized that most of the people were running. Some were dressed nicely others in plain clothes and none were running for exercises. It seemed that there was an event that everyone was late for but that theory was squashed when they weren't all running in the same direction. I was giving this odd situation my full attention since I was starting to think that maybe I should start running. Could Mount Timpanogas (I say mountian lightly) have erupted or is Godzilla heading my way :) I then realized that it was sprinkling and that was why everyone was running...the Washingtonian in my had a good laugh.

Heather's mail?

At my apartment there is a wall of locked mailboxes but if you receive a package that is too big to fit in a box they just sit it on top for the owner to grab when they see it. I have received a couple items that are too large for my cubby and so they were sitting on top. The other day I saw a small box waiting for me and I grabbed and looked it over and realized it was from a cosmetics company and I was thinking that I didn't order anything but I'll open it anyways and see what it is. I opened that letter and half opened the package before realizing there are two Heather's that live in my apartment complex...whoops. I put it back but she doesn't live here anymore anyway so I couldn't apologize.

How to handle an awkward note

Today at work a socially handicapped-hard to hear-5 foot 6-asian bus boy decided to hand me a note as he was on his way out the door after his shift. I thought it was garbage and so I asked him if he wanted me to throw it away for him because it was a folder post-it note. He said, "No, read it!" I opened it and in very sketchy handwriting I read- Heather, Do you want go out on a date with me. Just asking if you don't want doesn't matter- and then he added his email address I guess in case I was so overwhelmed by his good looks and charm and I didn't feel comfortable calling him I could email him. I said thanks and put it in my pocket. I will not be emailing him...I will be continuing my no dating policy even if people call ME socially handicapped.