Because you Needed More Information on Me

So since this is going around on Facebook, I thought it would be less obnoxious to post it on the blog instead.

22 Facts you may not know about me:

1. I eat pickles like popsicles

2. When I take a shower in the mornings I'm usually alone in the apartment. However, whilst showering, I always hear loud 'thud's. And every morning like clock-work, my heart races and I think a murderer is in my house and is going to kill me. It doesn't help that my only defense would be to smack them with a bar of soap. It never occurs to me that it could be the neighbors until after I am out of the shower. And once I confirm that it is in fact, the neighbors making all the ruckus and scaring me half to death, it kinda makes me want to smack them with a bar of soap.

3. My handwriting looks like I was writing while riding a horse that was fed nothing but Red Bull. Good thing my blog is typed :)

4. I convince myself I am an adult and won't get scared by horror movies. But after the movie is over, the friend has gone home, and the lights are out...let the freaking out begin.

5. Pet peeve: Unpainted toenails. (men too. hahaha jk)

6. I run better than the government.

7. I am a reverse picky eater. Love sushi, hate mac and cheese.

8. I collect coins and save them in a hot cocoa tin. I'm going to go on a trip with Derek to Hawaii, paying with only the income from those coins. (We may be 82. Better late than never.)

9. Most meat looks more appetizing to me uncooked.

10. I can't hold still when I'm trying to fall asleep. I have an itch on my foot. And then my nose. And then my elbow. And then my back. And then Derek tells me to stop cuz it's annoying. And I consciously try and hold still. But then there are a thousand feathers on my ankle and I cant think of anything else but that stupid itch and my eyes water from trying not to scratch it. But then I do. And the process starts all over again.

11. I miss my ugly hand calluses from doing bars at gymnastics. Soft palms make me feel like a wimp.

12. Every night I write in a five-year journal. You write one sentence a day on 365 pages and then go back and do it all over again the next year below where you wrote the first year's entries. This process continues for five years. I'm on the second year so far (the first year I wasn't too good at keeping up the habit of writing) but on the days I did write, its interesting to see how much things have changed in a year. Can't wait to see the changes after five years.

13. Pet peeve: When people say, "No offense, but...". Thanks for letting me know you're about to say something rude. The 'no offense' doesn't cancel it. Yes, offended.

14. I love tiny items. Tiny gum? cute! Tiny plant? adorable! Tiny food? GAAA!!!

15. I have to sleep cold. I love being bundled under 2839754934029084 blankets. I keep the window open when it's -15 outside. (Yes, I really have done that.)

16. I have bad road rage. And walking rage. (It's a thing now.) Anyone going slow in front of me? Instantly annoyed. Anyone in front of me? So ticked off. Anyone on the same road, street, sidewalk, or grass as me? UGHHHH.

17. I am obsessed with chapstick. (BabyLips anyone? Lipsmackers!?!) I have a collection of over 50 that started when I was like 6.

18. I don't like traveling out of the country. I will do a cross-country road trip in the blink of an eye. But  outside good 'ol 'Merica? Nah thanks. I'm good with a postcard.

19. I am a horrible liar. Which is a good thing, I guess. I get all giggly, and fidgety and can't look the person in the eye. I'm just not convincing. Sometimes I wish I was better at it. (4 year old: "how do you like my drawing of a butterfly??" me: "It's beau-HAHA-tifulHAHA. Looks like HAHA a realPIECE OF CRAP!!!")

20. Pet peeve: parents who don't parent. Your child's tantrum is NOT cute or endearing. And no, you don't need to use an iPad to calm them down. Every other generation before this one has grown up just fine without them.

21. I love weird smells. Gasoline, Sharpies, white out, paint, and leather are among the top picks. No, I do not seek them out solely to inhale them. I just enjoy them when they are there. No, I do not hallucinate after smelling them, either.

22. I am secretly sassy. If I am wronged, I will rant about it to Derek, my sisters, my mom, my friends. But when it comes to confronting the actual person, I get all shy and submissive. I wish I had the guts to actually stick it to the man and say how I'm feeling to people, but many times, it is unnecessary and will get me into trouble, so I don't. For example, if someone steals my purse: "No, no, it's okay, keep running! I was going to give it to you anyways! Enjoy the chapstick!"

But really, if someone stole my purse I would throw a fit, but you get my drift :)

Now all you readers pretty much know everything about me except for my blood type! I don't even know what I am. Is that bad?

Movember!

Let's play some ketchup, shall we?

October went quickly!  But it was a fun-filled month:

:: I found my precious Bubblebear ice cream! They sell it from the dairy where it's made in Idaho Falls. So now I have to travel 30 minutes for my favorite ice cream flavor. Longest. 30. minutes. Ever.

:: Dr. Slaughter's is seriously the best Haunted House. It never fails to make me jumpy for the following 3 hours as well as make my voice raspy and my bladder empty. Wish I could go year-round. (jk, that's a lot of soiled pants.)

:: Does it defeat the purpose of working out if you eat 6 Broulim's cookies afterwards?

:: Cows like to be in selfies.

:: Going to a Haunted Mill with one other person is quite the adventure. Especially when that other person is a female as well. Sometimes you just have to join that awkward group of dating couples ahead of you because Slenderman on the rickety old bridge is chasing you. Sometimes you accidentally grab some random guy in front of you's shoe whilst on your hands and knees in a pitch black tunnel.

:: I met Brooks Forester from The Bachelorette!!! My life is complete. Cept he was totally metro. He said he liked my "style". What guy notices your clothes? A femme one. I asked Derek what I wore yesterday and he said "a shirt and some pants". And Brooks had the mannerisms of a woman. A womanly woman. I looked butch next to him.

:: Jackson Hole is a cute, fun little getaway from Rexburg! Also the place to buy overpriced huckleberry jam and pooping bear keychains. (I may have almost bought one. Almost.)

I am quite ticked at some companies right now. Everyone needs to stop being greedy and stop ripping people off. Mentos decreased their fruity packages by 1/3 and kept the price the same at $0.99! And the original size packages- now $1.29! It's ridiculous! As well as false advertising from Broulim's saying reduced price "SALE" on a bunch of items, but under the neon sale flap...SAME PRICE. ugh.

I need to adjust better to future plans that I cannot plan far in advance. There are so many unknowns in mine and Derek's lives right now and it's rather unnerving. I might have an ulcer. But we are working on taking it one day at a time. So for now, step one: both of us need internships starting in April. We'll keep ya posted.

I did, however have my last class registration ever! Holy amazingness! I'm pretty pumped for my Winter schedule. Derek and I have a class together! Yay! (Ballet is included, if you were wondering.) (Ballet is not the class I have with Derek. If you were wondering. I wish he was in it too.)

I have a bad habit of comparing every Mexican food I put into my mouth to Chipotle. Nothing has measured up. Not even Costa Vida. When I'm pregnant in 15 years, we will need to live by a Chipotle because I'm pretty sure my cravings for it will only get worse.

Tis the season...for no shave November! Derek is working on his stache (cuz this school prohibits men from being too attractive with facial scruff. Imagine the marriage rates if that rule was abolished. Sheesh.) and he gets extra credit for growing one (sign me up for that one! I been growin'

mine my whole life!  No seriously, I've never waxed. Sick, huh?) So I thought I would join in on the abolish-the-razor-for-30-days-a-thon. Maybe I'll donate my leg hair to locks of love afterwards! Charity, charity.