In The Meantime

Well, apparently, I'm too stupid to figure out how to get pictures off of the internal memory of my camera. So, instead of posting what I really want to, I'm doing this. Picking a random photo from this memory card I found on the desk. I love my house. I really do. This is just a wonderful example of how great it is. Doesn't it just look classy? Also, thanks to my sister Sara for the Marilyn. It is the perfect thing for that spot. Now, I wish that SOME of my roommates appreciated our house as much as I do. Doesn't anyone know how to clean up their own messes these days, or buy some toilet paper when they know they've never taken a turn, or stop using someone elses precious Q-tips? I'll tell you the answer....NO, they don't. That's all pretty bad, but I've just discovered something worse. Having no one remember to take out the trash. I don't mean the little bag/can of garbage in the kitchen/bathroom either. I mean the big one outside that my family calls the, "black hole." I mean, sick! Once it's forgotten, you have to wait AT LEAST another week (in this case, 4 weeks now) to get rid of it. It's terrible. Now, I realize that I am somewhat to blame, and to do my part, I have now set a weekly alarm on my phone. But can't someone else help out, I even asked everyone to help me remember (or just do it themselves), but it hasn't done any good. When I pull up and open my car door, it still smells like rotting food and when I open my window to let in some fresh air, it is FAR from fresh. Doesn't anyone else notice, or care? Again, No. I hope that everyone has taken something important away from this paragraph of me wining. If not, sorry about that.

Appreciate your house or something.

Welcome to Summer

I finally had my initiation into summer in Logan. I was forced to kill a spider in my house. First off, when a bug or spider comes into my house, I consider it a forfeit of its life. They kami kazied I guess. So, there was no question that it had to die. I HATE killing spiders, but unfortunately, I was the only one home. If it had been a small, insignificant spider, I would probably have left it, it was a whole floor away from my bedroom anyway. But, it wasn't. It was HUGE!!!! I can't even let spiders like that out of my sight for fear that they will immediately crawl up my pant leg and to who knows where! So, I threw a shoe at it (not mine, of course). Then, the unthinkable happened, it jumped at me! Yes, jumped!! Dillon says it was a jumping spider, just from looking at the picture, so I know for sure now that that is what it did. I freaked out and threw the shoe again, this time killing the sick thing. The End.