Where in the World is my Willie Nelson?

Last night me, Jenna, Jared, Jeff, and Neal watched School of Rock.

Before we did, we decided to make a Wal-Mart run at midnight and get some ice cream.
Well, I got this delicious Willie Nelson "Peach Cobbler" ice cream, Neal got Stephen Colbert's "Americone Dream," and Jenna got "Cinnamon Buns."

Well, I know that this post is super exciting, but I'm writing this post to tell you to never put your ice cream in a communal/shared freezer.
Because it'll get stolen.
And you can't track people down.
Well, I suppose if I went to every single room in the apartment building and checked all the trashes, I could find out who ate my Willie Nelson.
But I'm not that crazy.

Lesson learned.

I just want my Willie Nelson back. *Sniff*

FHE Spring Social

Monday was the last FHE for my ward up at school, so we had a kickin' Spring Social.

Brother Roundy's property is quite large and beautiful. In the winter, we went snowmobiling and sledding, and for our Spring Social, we drove out to his pond and pavilion and had a lovely BBQ complete with a waterslide and paint fight.


Even if the water was a little cold and the weather was a bit windy, it was still loads of fun!


It's been suggested to me that this picture could be the Loch Ness monster of Brother Roundy's pond...


I'm not exactly sure how Brother Roundy constructed this excellent waterslide, but it was in fact, well... excellent. There was a pipe that pumped water up the hill and down the slide, and there were tubes and pillows in trash bags to slide down on.





Paint fight when freezing cold?
Yes, you are still cold. You just taste acrylic paint along with it.






My roommate Megan, me, and my neighbor Neal.







The best part? We inherited a ton of hot dog buns (99 buns, to be precise) that were leftover from the BBQ, so now we get to feed the ducks until they're so full of bread that they'll explode.


I'm really going to miss my FHE family, they really are loving, exciting, and just awesome.

First Dam

Today Jenna, Kaylee, Melanie, and I went and fed the ducks (but mostly seagulls, those darned birds) at First Dam because Jenna had an entire loaf of stale bread and the weather was so superbly beautiful.

Sorry this picture is a little blurry, but I like it anyways. These are the seagulls fighting for a chunk of bread.

My favorite picture from the trip. I call it, "Greedy Seagull Taking a Large Slice of Stale Bread." But not really.

"Birds Have Evil Eyes."

Earthquake

Thursday at around 6:00ish I was sitting in my apartment attempting a test review for math. Suddenly it felt like my neighbors were somehow pounding hard enough on the thick brick wall to shake the couch I was sitting on. I then thought logically and said to myself, "Wait a second, they can't possibly be able to do that." The shaking in the back of the couch quickly turned into a rumble beneath that shook my sitting device. I looked up at the front room closet and saw the coats in and the doors on the closet shaking. They weren't shaking violently, mind you, but they were shaking enough for me to realize that it was in fact an earthquake.

I then went through a series of thoughts in about .4 seconds.
My first thought as I glanced at our wimpy front room table was, "Should I crawl under the table?! I'm pretty sure that might be a death trap. Well, how about the door frame? Dad always told me to go under a strong door frame!"
My second thought was, "I don't have a 72-hour kit!"
My third thought was, "Maybe this is God's way of reminding me to get a 72-hour kit!"

This all happened within seconds, but it felt so much longer, as does anything that abnormal and potentially dangerous. I asked my roommate if she had felt it, but she said she didn't feel anything. I then asked my neighbors, and everyone else had felt it, so I knew I wasn't crazy.
Within minutes, Facebook was full of chatter about the earthquake. It was then that I discovered that the earthquake reached as far as Salt Lake.
Pretty cool, huh?

I looked up the U's seismology website for recent activity, and it turned out to be a 5.0 earthquake near Randolph, UT, which is a little northeast from Logan. So, not that big of a deal, but big enough to shake up Logan to Salt Lake.

Cool nifty-o.
I'm getting a 72-hour kit for future real emergencies.

Kelsey... Barker.

Through a series of texts, Kelsey Barker has demanded that I update my blog and dedicate it to her.
Not quite, but I sifted through old pictures and found this one.














How awkward.