Ehhh Ze Warm

We are fortunate enough to live in an apartment with roommates who are ok with a queen mattress sized love sac nick named "the worm" inhabiting our front room. This is one piece of furniture that demands attention and I feel, in my heart, that it will be the subject matter of many a post to follow simply because it is large and in charge and we may not actually be able to remove it from our apartment. We picked it up from across town in this pickup and had to maneuver it up 4 half flights of stairs and through 3 doorways. It was like trying to move a gelatinous blob weighing about the same as 5 4th graders that can't really keep one shape. If I were to classify it at room temperature I think I would call it jello. Jello can't committ to go through a doorway, it's always trying to come back out and roll down the stairs and pick up all the nasty from outside. I'm sure you have all experienced this before. SO. Then we take off the cover to wash it because "you never know where that's been" and though there was an encasing inside, we still got little foam bits everywhere. Now to the future tenets: don't worry about the ever present pink dust, it's fine. Just be cool.

Stacks of Books

Barring any unfortunate and unforeseeable circumstances, I have started my last Fall semester of my last senior year. Bless. It was so easy to get into a routine this time. I knew exactly what stairs I was going to take, knew where I was going to take my bathroom breaks, knew where to find friends, knew where I was going to warm up my lunch, knew what areas to avoid, knew where I was going to eat my lunch, knew where to go to get a short study stint in. It feels like I never left. Except that I haven't had to pay attention to anything longer than an hour for the last 3 months. Sooooo the last 4 hours of school today I was super fidgety. I couldn't hold still. This will take practice. Give me to the end of the semester and I will be able to focus for like 5 hours straight and be totally productive. What a monster. So this evening I couldn't take it anymore and I went on a run around campus. Whilst running through the housing areas I had 2 groups of freshmen boys yell at me, saw like a MILLION budding romances, and 2 people practicing some kind of martial arts but not together. Then it was too hot in my apartment so I walked around outside and waited for it to start raining.

Smells Like Summer

These people are really getting me with the cucumber scent. Don't ask me who "these people" are. I don't know. But what I do know is that cucumber smells like SUMMMMMMMMMER. When Sarah and I went to Circa and got a TON of free food one of them was a drank made of cucumber and rosemary and some other inconsequential stuff. But! It was so good. Really really good. Really really really good. Really really really really good. You get the really good idea. Then Rachel and I went to Founding Farmers again and I got the cucumber strawberry cooler. Also wonderful. It was after that experience that I decided cucumber is like putting summer in a drink. Cucumber tastes like summer. But wait! There's more. I bought new deodorant. I bet you can guess the scent. That's right. Cucumber alo. Oh buddy. Just set me on a beach chair anywhere on the pacific coast between longitudes 117 and 119 degrees. Then I had to restock my soaps/lotions etc and I got another cucumber alo lotion. Same brand. Just buy me the box set. And now I have suspicions that I smelled some cologne today with a cucumber scented base. I can nail cucumber scent anywhere now. Just send me to the state fair as a cucumber smelling spectacle.

Tribute

Cody is my older brother and it's his birthday today and I can count on him for anything anytime. Tonight we went to dinner a las Texas Roadhouse because BBQ sounded good to the 20 something year old man. So he got this steak and could not believe how good it was. I think he almost cried. He gave this great soliloquy about how really good food is good to the last bite, no diminishing marginal returns to speak of. He is also super passionate about fresh powder. The pow pow. Shreddin' up the sickie sickie gnar gnar. Whatevs. But Cody will weep at the sight of freshly falling snow if it means he'll be up on the mountain the next day riding through it. I think that's pretty cool. And he laughs at my jokes. AND I think he's pretty cool. So happy birthday to my older brother, Cody. Love you!

The Peanut Gallery

Tonight we had family home evening. I love this time with my family most times we do it. We have so much fun together. But tonight it was hot and I had something in my eye and the newly appearancedededed bug bites were making sure I didn't forget about them. But I forgot how FHE is actually a wrestling match, no matter how hard we fight it. And I mostly love that. Tonight was harder. But they are just SO funny. I told Eli to get off my bed today and then he was like, "It's not your bed, you sleep in the corner." Then I laughed and he said, "You know the rule is that if I do something bad then you laugh then I'm not in trouble." Huh. Ok. Maybe. Yes. True. You're right. So when we tell Josiah to sit down for like the 8th time then Dad calls for any lessons and Josiah stands up and says, "I have a lesson on self defense. Eli, come here," I'm not even mad that they are wrestling again, I'm mostly just impressed and laughing. So they're not in trouble.

Global Warming

So after the east coast humidity and heat any other weather feels like heaven. Like right now, this very second, I feel like I'm in Hawaii. It's evening time and it's August and a little cold so I have my snuggie on but no socks and I feel GREAT. It's blowing my mind right now! And it may be a little humid here but it's not the sticky weigh you down like your last ex-love kind of nasty. It's a, "Oh, hey. It's kinda wet out here. Must be because we're in a cloud, or maybe the water is blowing from off the crashing waves at the ocean." Like, who decided to build D.C. on the east coast?

La Playa

Oh man. I could be content, for the rest of my life, if I just napped on the beach all day. I just need a cute swim suit, a big towel, a cool ocean breeze, the hot sun warming my skin, and the sound of the waves to lull me to an unparalleled state of relaxation. I did some of that today. And I would be content with that unless I knew there was something more. . . and I do! S'mores! Maybe not better than sun warmed skin but a definite rival. But the bane of my existence is 3 perfectly roasted marshmallows that cool down too quickly and do not sufficiently melt the chocolate bar. Killing me. It's like I know perfection is out there and I just can't grasp it. Someday. But today, I'll just bundle up at the beach and watch the sun set behind the Pacific Ocean while I remember the great base tan I got just a few hours earlier.

AAAAAAAAAAnd I'm back

If you'd like to see what I've been doing the past 3 months please check out mindblowingdcadventures.blogspot.com. I. Loved. DC. The Barlow center was a madhouse sometimes but there's something to be said for living in a building modeled after a stake center. . . I don't know what that something is. . . I'd rather not think about it. The last morning I got up and had to go to Trader's to get some stuff and it was kinda cool outside and I couldn't help but swing my hands dramatically back and forth as I sauntered on over. When our shuttle was driving away I couldn't help but soak in all the greenery as we drove alongside the Potomac river. If there is anything called Potomac fever, I have it. And it's not a disease you get from drinking the water while kayaking around Roosevelt Island; it's a certain nostalgia for the bums that play trumpets, the restaurant on every corner, the plethora of food trucks, and the exciting political climate. It will bring me back. That's why I still have my metro card.