circus.

I work in a circus. Today Kesha and her boyfriend were in the hall doing whatever weird little kids do and the next thing I know she is in my room telling me that he has bit her on the butt. She related the entire story to me, which involved other things that led into the biting and sat down. About 90 seconds later she screams, "he broke the skin, I'm bleeding!" I did what any trained professional would do at that moment, I laughed so hard my eyes teared up. I hid my face behind my hand, if that makes it any better. =)

And I let her get a band-aid.

#18. one of my secrets; pass Praxis

The Praxis is the test the decides if I am truly qualified to teach history. I am not a good test taker, so I hate that this is the method of assessment the gay-ass government chose. I took it once during my last semester on campus and missed the passing score by two points. Since each question is weighted differently that could be one question or two questions, I don't know. What I do know is that I was very discouraged by it especially since the test was on US and World History, as in all of it. They randomly selected questions and there was one civilization I hadn't even heard of, apparently I was sleeping that day in sophomore world history. I think I was more upset that I would have to take the test again.

This time after being there for three hours, having no breakfast, and having some lady follow me to the bathroom and stand outside while I peed; I PASSED! YAY! Worth it!

spring city, ut

My mom came to spend my spring break with me this past week and we had a blast! On Thursday we went to Richfield to see my brother and took the scenic route through Manti. One of the places we stopped to look was Spring City. The entire town is on the Historical Register and main street looks something like this; house, house, sheep grazing in a pasture, house, bank.

. . .I took a picture.

. . . And I laughed.

. . . A lot.

81. cosmo pic(s)

Love it, love him, love us!

how i know i'm not like all the other girls.

Tonight I was cleaning my bathroom when I looked down and realized that these were the objects jumbled around on the counter. Perfume, make-up, tooth brush, shotgun shells . . .