Wednesday, November 16, 2005

I am a sick-O.

Ok so I just spent one hour washing the kitchen sink, counters, scrub brushes, and sponges because I was worried that salmonella might be growing on them. Last night my roommate washed and cut ten pounds of chicken on the sink and counter and all the chicken-salmonella water was splashed all over the place and I am sure she used the scrub brush and sponges to “clean up” but it was still greasy and salmonellay. I actually soaked the sink in chlorine water so it will kill all the bacteria growing in there. Then I washed my hands like three times. I think that I need to change my major before I get to paranoid about things like this but my other major is not going so well. Now I don’t know if I speak English or Spanish. Its just a miracle that I can communicate all thought there is not much need for communication when you spend Fridays and Saturday nights alone in the apartment with the T.V. Now I have to go study for a Virology midterm…

Oh and I almost set the kitchen on fire today (no I was not making rice) I was making soup (Ramen). I was just boiling some water but I accidentally turned on the back burner where some baking pans were sitting with bread scrumbs (smaller then a slice of bread but bigger then a crumb) and left to watch t.v. I was waiting for a commercial to go add the soup in when the smoke detector went off. At first I thought that the aluminum had caught fire (happens a lot) but as I turned the corner into the kitchen I saw it was filled with smoke (big time). I rushed to pull the baking pans off the stove (I remembered that they usually get hot when heat is placed under then) so I grabbed a towel sitting on the counter and put them on the other burner. Needless to say the back burner rod was flaming hot, the pans were black (they used to be gray) and my water was colder then a dead old lady’s hand (not that I would know how cold that is). Hurried up and closed the hall door to stop the fire alarm and ran to open the door and windows. I was fanning the smoke away (towel swinging over my head) when my roommate (the owner of the pans) walked in the door. She said she could see the smoke from the first floor (we live in the third floor). So once the crisis was taken care of I went to class where while sitting on the front row, trying hard to stay awake, I discovered that the horrible smell that had awaken me was me. My sweater and my hair smelled like smoke but the weird-O part was that I could not stop smelling it and no doubt making faces at the bad smell that was I. The teacher must think I am nuts, I spend most of class time making stupid faces as my eyes droop and my heads jerks back as I fall asleep and now I could not stop smelling my self.

Seriously, I am a sick-O and I need help.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Chubby Bunny

I participated in my first chubby bunny contest… or whatever. For those of you that have never heard of “Chubby Bunny” before, its this ridiculous game where you put a marshmallow in your mouth and say “chubby bunny” then you repeat adding a marshmallow every time until you cant say chubby bunny anymore. Its disgusting and even sicker when boys are involved so naturally this is the perfect FHE activity. So I was sure that there was no way you could get me to do this but after seeing how much more lame it was to be all girly and skip out on it I decided to just go for it and do however many all the other girls were doing. It would have been embarrassing to actually see what the maximum capacity of my oral cavity was so after seeing all the other people go (minus the annoying girly girls on the couch) I was faced with a bag or gigantic marshmallows and two boys on either side of me. On my right was Nate (not interested but a boy nonetheless) and on my left was the Stake High Councilman’s cute 22-year-old son who goes to the U. I picked one up and suddenly blood rushed to my head… should I do it? It was a lose lose situation. Do it and look like a dork or not do it and look like a dork… So I put one in my mouth and said it, I proceeded to put another one in my mouth. Then Allie (FHE sister) said, “She looks so cute, look at how big her cheeks are.” Then everyone was staring at my fat cheeks, I could feel their stares. I thought it was the most embarrassing thing I have ever willingly done and then Nate called me “cheeks” and I knew I had hit rock bottom but I continued with the marshmallows, now I had to beat all the other girls (there was not way that I could go for gold because the guys put 16 in their moths and that was just sick looking, I could not at sick to my already embarrassed face). I had about five when the whole room started chanting “Cheeks, cheeks.” I laughed, swallowed and barfed all at the same time. It was the most sickest feeling in my life. I actually gagged in front of everybody. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment but once I passed the bag of marshmallows I was old news and all eyes were on the Stake High Councilmen’s son. And my one embarrassing moment of fame vanished just as fast as it had happened.