I bet you're shocked that its 2 in the morning and I'm blogging. But also I bet you're not. For some reason that I do not understand this is my wakey time. I blame my DNA. But is this post titled Ann Marie Blogs Late? No its not so I'm going to get to the point(s) now...
Point One: I love working doubles. Except that I just lied to you. I hate working doubles. Its a whole lot of time on my feet and I get oober tired. I had the joy of working back to back shifts two days in a row. Bleh. Plus side is money. And I need money. Also I really enjoy when Eric the cook helps me and when I tell him thanks he says "Whatever the queen wishes." Hear that? Queen! Rolls of the tongue quite nicely I think. Feel free to bow anytime you like. Eric's trying to teach me Spanish. What an ambitious soul. My job isn't so bad. I actually rather enjoy it sometimes.
Point Two: It has happened. My reign of triumph has been threatened. After 2 years of prank war, Caleb has finally become a contender for victory. An appalling amount of gold fish, rolls of toilet paper, feet of yarn, and cans of shaving cream have contributed to my success. Not to mention all the confetti, car paint, and jell-o. Wet cotton balls and frosted cereal boxes didn't even compete. Although the crickets in my locker was a decent idea except they all got out before I opened it. Well last night he struck back. I didn't even know he was capable of a good prank. We were all watching a movie, but mostly I was falling asleep so I decided I should head home. Problem. I put the car in reverse. Wouldn't move. Drive. Nada. My engine revved and I was concerned. I got out to check my car. The tires. See what was up. You bet my car was jacked up on bricks and the wheels weren't even touching the ground. Oh you devious little man! Plan "devastation" as he affectionately called it was a success. I have to admit it was a good one. A real good one. I'm still laughing a little. But now I have no choice. No more Mr. Nice Guy. My pranking domination skills will prevail once again. Caleb a storm's coming!
Point Three: For all intents and purposes being 19 doesn't make you an adult. Yeah you can buy dry ice and get things off of infomercials, but you're not a real adult until you're 21. In my opinion. Well marriage is for adults. So what are all these 19 year old girls thinking having weddings and such! Ok ok I know you don't pass up the right one if they come along, but tonight I went to my friend's wedding reception and I have to say it was weird. I felt like we were playing house. I actually do think she's a real adult. And I'm very very happy for her, I just don't want to be married for a few years. That is all.
Point Three and a Half: At the reception I saw friends I haven't talked to in a year. It has been a big year for all of us. Thats the good thing about weddings. People come together. Happy.
Point Four: I love Erica Ruth. She is one of those friends that I can go months without seeing or talking to and then when I do its the same as it always was. We don't skip a beat. She will always be one of my very best friends. It was a pleasant surprise seeing her at the singles ward activity tonight. In an ideal world she would decide to come to USU and live with me. Since neither of us know what we're doing with our lives, we can figure it out together!
Point Five: Sometimes singles ward outdoor movies get rained out and we are forced to relocate. Caleb gives up his keys too easily and Paige, Chelsey and myself drive away leaving him in the downpour for a minute. When that happens, it is a little humorous. When five poor starving college student's Friday night plans are interrupted by wet, we don't have much to do. So we play Cranium. Apparently Houston and Caleb are amazing at that game. Which explains why they were losing most of the time. I'm pretty sure Caleb is incapable of telling a story without using very flamboyant hand movements. Oh and playing snort at In n Out is hilarious.
I really do have a good life. I have family, friends and laughter and that is good enough for me.
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