Day DOS. I'm Bilingual Already.

Hiii. I'm sure you just LOVE me blogging every single detail of my life. Whoever you are. Out there. Hahaha. So. That's fine.

Anyway, I am pretty much on a blogging roll, because I'll be honest, I'm about sick to death of Facebook... And I couldn't really say why. Maybe it's a blessing that my creepy obsession/time-wasting temptation is beginning to wane. Maybe I'm just maturing (weeeeird) and trying to focus on school whilst still staying connected. Maybe it's because I think it's hilarious that after I defriend people I haven't talked to for 3+ years, in any way, shape, or form, they immediately re-add me?? Mostly I think it's because if someone really wants to know about my life, they can check my blog, and not my Facebook page.... Honestly, I tend to think it's just because I'm lazy.

So! Let me tell you about my second day of college.

Hahaha, my roommate sleeps through her alarms, and full-on talks in her sleep (which I definitely can't be mean about, since I do as well.) And she has got the weirdest sounding alarm clock! So when it went off this morning, I woke up - she didn't - and I was like, "Kelsey. Kelsey. KELSEY. Is that your alarm?!" And she was like, "Nooo. It's not." Clear as day. So I am like sitting up, looking around like a crazy bird or something in my nest of covers and unshowered grease (I thought I'd be cool if I didn't wash my hair on my first day of school. In hindsight... well. I still wouldn't wash it if I could go back.) because I am thinking it's like our smoke alarm or something. Finally, about five minutes later of this incessant, crazy beeping that ONLY speeds up with time, she sits straight up and is like, "Am I awake? I'm sorry. That just always fits so perfectly into my dreams..." Bless her little heart. She's a sophomore. :)

I RODE THE BUZZZZ. Um, hi. I was so scared to ride the bus. The only times I've had to ride the bus for an extended period of time is with whoever I was peer tutoring at the time senior year, and also to Cedar City. Neither required anything but having a pulse on my part... Sooo. Hi. I studied my bus schedule for like twenty plus minutes. Also, I called my mom like three times, and bus hopped to like four different stops until I figured out one that coincided with the bus I needed. Why were there so many STOPS so close together?! But the bus ride was so nice. Surprisingly air-conditioned, and I had time to read like five or six chapters in the Book of Mormon. I'll be honest, I got a lot, lot, lot more out of it than I have for a while. It's hard when it's right before I want to sleep, and when I don't read more than a chapter. Once you I got going, I remembered junior year when I read more than a chapter a night and had that feeling. I have it again. I just wanted to shout at the people, HAVE YOU READ THIS? THIS IS THE BEST BOOK EVER.
Also, the bus rider and I were alone for a couple stops. :))) He had a silky, finely layered mullet type deal and aviators. I was clutching my taser. Just in case. But after a couple stops, people got on. It's a pretty lengthy bus ride, and I honestly can tell you I did not mind it one bit. I loved it. So. Yes. I am grateful for bus rides today.

The part-time job fair was happening when I got to school today, but my mama wants me to wait a semester before working. Also, I looked around they were all jobs that you have to be on the phone a lot for, rather than actually going in somewhere to work. That seems less enjoyable than a physical job to me.

When I got to my Physical Science class, there was an adorable girl with glasses sitting outside of it. I kept getting a prompting to talk to her, so finally I did. We talked for about half an hour. Her name is Charly and I really, really enjoy her. It made my heart so happy when she asked if I was ready to walk in at about five to, and sat by me. Also, we kept making funny eye contact - since my Physical Science teacher could very well be bat shiz crazy. He's teaching at sites, which means when we ask a question, we ask it into the microphone, and our classroom is on a big screen in the back, and then on another screen, there are all the other little classes he is teaching - mostly high school kids getting college credit. But. I'm going to have to keep it in my prayers, because I didn't understand a WORD he was saying. Also, he looks like Boggis, Bunce, and Bean, from Fantastic Mr. Fox. I need to rewatch it do determine which one I mean. Just picture a little Claymation man in a plaid button-up, who all the time resembles a dry-voiced owl, with his eyes half open and his silvery-dark hair combed in a fancy Pompadour fashion, yet he occasionally gets these bursts of energy where he shouts and does a big hand motion and laughs to himself, but his expression somehow stays the same, eyes still half open and face still blank. I kind of love him.

I walked out of that class, and since it was in the top level of the BA (use your imagination on that acronym. My school is awesome, you're not wrong.) building, I walked out on the cement steps and my eyes were greeted by this sweet vision:

Um, HI. I go to school here?! It's this happenin' every day. There is always something fun going on and people are SO friendly. I walked down into the courtyard and since I had a few hours until my next class, I decided to go talk to this girl Cori. I texted her last night after Cody dropped me off for the last time and asked if it was possible to make a movement to petition for UVU to get a major they don't currently carry. She said it was VERY possible, so I went and found her in the crowd, since she's on UVUSA, and I thiiiink pretty much involved with everything. I like her so much. She got me in contact with some cool people, and they'll pitch the idea to the Dean of Education Thursday. They said what he'll do is want to guage interest, so I need to do that. I know there were several girls in my orientation group who wanted Special Education as a major here as well, but they were supposed to go HERE when they prayed about it... Which is a dilemma since we don't have that here. Maybe they need to be here to help me get this going! I have two years to wait until I'd start that program, so it's okay if it's a long process. But how awesome would that be if I didn't have to transfer after finishing my Associate's and certificate in Early Childhood Ed?! I flippin' love it here. I'm not regularly this assertive (I feel like that's an awkward word depending on your tone) and I'm really happy about it.

Sooo, then I called my friend Katie after getting that squared away. She didn't answer... :/ But they were serving burgers and a beautiful man was singing covers of every song I like. So in my heart, I knew Katie couldn't be... TOO far. She is an appreciator of beautiful men. And sure enough, I turned around after meeting some people, and there she was with her burger. SO. I joined the MAWL (Mighty Athletic Wolverine LEAGUE - I wish it was like. The League of Extraordinary Gentleman. I never saw that movie, but that title makes me chuckle. I'm chuckling right now.) which means I will get in FREE to all athletic events the next two years as well as get free foooood for a lot of thing. That pleases me. :) Also, we ate our burgers on the grass and met some nice girls who laughed with us and took our picture. Because I'm a picture-taker. I just am.

A tattooed-man stand-up canoeing in the fountain obliged our request to try it out for ourselves.

Hahahaha. All these pictures just look like we all touched each other awkwardly. We never did. We were just tensed for a fall.

I abandoned ship very quickly when we began to sink. I did NOT however slap his bum in thanks, as it appears.

SUCCESS! We were meant to fly solo!

You can pretty much take this as their wedding announcement.

Anyway, that was pretty much glorious, and then I walked Katie to class. I found a nyyyoook (a nook) and read people's blogs for a while since I don't have textbooks to read yet. Eventually, I went and found my next class. It feels HUGE just because classes are so small here, but it's really only like, 100 people. My American Heritage teacher is like a tender, occasionally eccentric grandma. I like him so much. But again.. I have NO idea what he is saying. He'll just start waxing poetic and using words I've literally never heard of to describe riots that happened across America, and social issues, and things in our history and I'm like... When was this? I am a fool and a sucky American, apparently. But I guess that's why I'm taking the class. He's only having us write viewpoints, which is SUCH a relief. He said he wants our voice, our personal feeling and opinion in them. This isn't a report, this is US. I love that. We write two a month, a page long each, and he says he figures that adds up to a term paper. He used to teach at BYU, so occasionally he incoorporates religion. I don't know if that offends anyone, but I really enjoy it when he does that.

...Also, there was a point when he grabbed the front table and leaned over it and yelled, "I'MMMMAAAMUUURDDDDERerrrrrrr." I don't know why, but I laughed, sooooo hard.

Also, in the bus ride home, I met a girl named Sydney, who went to Davis High, graduated the year before me and lives at my apartment complex as well. I mean HI. How cool is that? It made the 45 minutes even more delightful. I love making frieeenddds. (to be read in a desperate voice)

Also, I got to take my cute roommates to their Institute class at BYU, and since it was my first time driving down here, I am further convinced that that campus can sometimes be the gateway to Hell. I'm not trying to bash on BYU or anyone who goes there. I'm just trying to tell you, if it's a nightmareish campus not under construction... imagine when it is. And when the policemen directing traffic are too friendly and NOT helpful. Ugh. On a happy note, I picked up my friend McCall and she is doing SO good. We had a lovely chat for about an hour. As a side note, if you are a male and you are a tool to McCall. You know who you are. And I will castrate you. :) Have a nice day! It's fine.

Theeen, after I picked them up and dropped McCall off, my friend Katie came and got me for the UVU Welcome Week GREEN OUT DANCE. You know, I think I just have a problem with people making anything a ____-OUT, unless it's a blackout. The colors just remind me of awkward things. Green-out sounds like the after effects of too many Fiber One bars. I'm NOT obsessed with poop, people. This is just a prevalent theme in college apparently.

Anyway, I was pretty leery of the big Green Out. So was Katie. We nervous laughed our heads off the entire drive down to campus. As a side note, she has programmed the Garmin GPS in her car to speak to her in a British accent. She calls him Mr. Darcy. He's sweet. And so crisp! Honestly, I couldn't be happier Katie is down here. She's one of those people you could confess anything to and not get judged, but also one of those people who will scream their head off in an immature girly way about love. I love that. And her.

So we entered the GREEN OUT.

I was given a pat-down because I'm a suspicious person. For serious.

College dances are awkward, sweaty, and full of THINGS. We stayed on the outside of the crowd.

People dance for real at college dances. We dance like we're still at DHS in good old Kaysville.

This little lad wanted so badly to be in all of our pictures. It obviously made me angry. This is not a posed picture. Also, as we were leaving, he was like, "Laaadies, please stay?!!!" Nope.

He didn't work there. :/

UVU!!!

Sombrero!

Pickin' her thang.

Doin' her thang.

Partyin' with other girls who DIDN'T come to meet guys. They were hilarious. Also, the girl on the far left is in my American Heritage class we figured out! :)

GENERAL SPLENDOR.

Things I learned at the dance:
I am a terrible, funny dancer. I just never stuck out so badly in my bad dancing at Davis High. I was in good company. Now I'm at the ballroom dancing capitol of the world basically - er'rybody got rhythm.
Boys who think it's fine to touch my waist as you lean in and apologize for passing so close - DON'T. And don't rub my shoulders. GET OUTTA HERE. I'm sweaty and I'm on a lady date!

I am awkward on purpose... I like people who are awkward with me. Bye.