i sentence you to... eat bleach. and die. in any order you'd prefer.

So the truth came out last night. On Sunday I had confronted my roommates about the report about me breaking the honor code. All of them denied it, which I expected. I didn't really think any of them had reported me. I had assumed it was one of their dates. The subject changed quickly, so I didn't press the issue on who they thought had reported me. Gosh.
Then the plot thickens.
Yesterday Shawn and I went over to my house for a couple of minutes because I couldn't find the combination to my lock on my storage unit. Natalie was the only one home at the time. Shawn made a joke that he was just going to stand in the doorway of my room, and not go actually inside it, so please don't report him, and that's when Natalie came over (who has had boys in her room on several occasions with the door open, so she was the last person I suspected) and said that after I left on Sunday, MERIDITH had mentioned something to her and Christa that was to the effect that it was her that had said something to the front desk. So not only does she narc behind my back, but she lies about it and then tells my roommates. As if they wouldn't tell me.

And no, I'm not planning on doing anything about it. Some people's children!

I had to create a constellation and write a story about it. Here it is:

The Praying Mantis

The Praying Mantis is known for devouring the male after love-making. The legend follows that if someone accidentally wishes for love on one of the stars from this constellation, he will be first blessed with a great love, but then it will go horribly, horribly wrong, often in creative and surprising ways. It pays to double check the constellations of the sky before you choose which star you wish upon—even if you desire to wish on the first star you see. Some nights it’s best not to wish at all, and be happy with what you are given!

The Praying Mantis is noted for its unique and skinny body, and entreating arms. Many centuries ago, the female mantis was praying for a mate. He eventually did arrive, and they fell immediately in love. One night she woke up to find that he had gone for the night. She fell back asleep and that morning she saw that he had returned. The female knew in her heart he was cheating on her, so that night, after they made love, she ate him. And never felt better. Decades later, when she died, her spirit rose up to the sky and became a constellation and the bane of all hopeful lovers everywhere.

Well Janay thought it was funny.

a few misconceptions

I love my roommates. I think they're great. I feel grateful that I have them as roommates. I'm even setting up one of them with one of Shawn's roommates (on a double date with Shawn and me). I feel comfortable with them. They're all goofy and easygoing and approachable which makes things a bit more laidback and fun. Me just need sleep and me-time sometimes and me don't always get it. Wow, I apologize for that last sentence. But that's all. I just don't want you guys thinking I'm living in a state of hell. I'm just engaged. There's a difference.

Unless it WAS one of them that reported me. Then they'll have to answer to ME for it. Not really. I'm not exactly the confrontational type. OH MY LIFE. EVERYTHING IS WRONG.

Was it just me, or did the commercial Michael make last night in The Office break your heart like mine, it was so good?

Or how eye lurned 2 stop being a h8ter & luv da bomb

Right. So someone had the CHEEK to report me to Roman Gardens for breaking the honor code. What was the crime? A couple of nights ago I let Shawn come into my room for two minutes to kneel and say prayer together, with the door open, because a billion people were in the front room watching a movie. And I'm pretty sure they continued to do so past curfew (I'm not entirely sure because I went to bed at 10:30 and put in earplugs to block out at least some of the noise. A common occurrence these days). So I got a note last night posted to my door (I thought it was going to be a sweet note from my visiting teacher or something. Nope), from the office saying that I had been reported for breaking the honor code, and if it happens again, "they may be forced to start the eviction process." Yeah. I don't think it was either of my 20 yr old roommates. They both have allowed guys to go into their rooms to talk or look at their computer for a few minutes. If it was my room-roommate, she probably did it as just a passing comment without even thinking about it. Just some exaggerated side gossip for entertainment purposes as part of a larger conversation about something else. To a peer working at the front desk. She's not exactly the brightest crayon in the box.

And if I had been reported, I'd appreciate them going to me as well about it, to see if it was even a substantiated claim. That's hardly fair to have an anonymous complaint about someone and not go to them to see if it's even true. I HAVE MY RIGHTS!!!

I think most likely it was one of the stupid guys over that night. Gosh, if you have a problem with me like that, I'd appreciate if you'd come to me FIRST before making ridiculous assumptions. They probably felt so good about themselves for doing the "right" thing. Self-righteous #*$#*$@#$. I have no patience for people like that. The cheek THE CHEEK.

And this on the night my period starts and my cramps wreak havoc on my body. I was so upset I barely slept last night. And I may have squirted a few angry tears. WHERE DO PEOPLE GET OFF? I just want to be married already and not have to deal with idiots half my age any more.

For the record, Shawn has been in my room for any real length of time three times:
1. helping me move in
2. helping me with my laundry
3. praying together

Wow. We're just destined for hell aren't we? I hope whoever reported us, when they get engaged, they get evicted without prior warning or notice. You try to find two minutes of privacy to talk with God together. I know, I'm such a good person. They should erect a statue.

The least they could do is tell me who reported me along with their address so I can express my appreciation.





















Next time I'm going to ask everyone in the front room to kindly turn off the movie or to be quiet for whatever length of time so Shawn and I can pray and say goodnight.

Anxiously engaged

We're at T-less than two months now until take off. Yay. I wish it would happen NOWWWWW though. I'm so tired of having to share my room with someone I didn't pick. And someone that's six years younger than me. And someone the same gender as me. And someone that can't hear a lick. I mean... what? Basically I'm tired of loud people who continue to be loud late into the night when people are OBVIOUSLY trying to sleep (A movie full blast at midnight? really?) Or friends of roommates who come over when you're OBVIOUSLY watching a movie, and it's near the end where it gets exciting and then they sit three feet away and yell and laugh and talk really loud to each other and you want to die, but kill them first. Although that would defeat the purpose of trying to get away from them. Hmm... who to do in... It's a quandary! The loudness factor goes for both housemates and neighbors. I'm going to spell it neighbours. I'm sure it's a bit irritating for them having to deal with an engaged couple, where I'm either always over at Shawn's house, or vice versa, but STILL! GIVE US A BREAK! T-2 months!!! It'll be nice to have people over, too, that were invited by either Shawn or me, and therefore we know them and like them. That will be real nice. Gosh I'm cranky today! Sorry! Wait, no I'm not sorry. I'm TIRED.

other pictures for whatever reason were ridiculously deemed unfit

I actually really like this first one, but thought it was a bit much for an engagement picture. The second is fantastic, and the third, I thought we looked way cute in it, although it IS a bit suggestive. Which was the point. But not for an engagement picture :-)

Now I can die in peace

Shawn beat Tetris Attack yesterday. Hours we spent fighting it, taking turns trying to beat (I think it was the one-player Round Game version) the last guy. Bowser. It was weird how it went from fairly easy to impossibly hard within two bosses. Now we can start doing homework again, and lead responsible, healthy lives. Until the next game comes along.

And all this while watching Godzilla on TV. WHAT THE CRAP WERE THEY THINKING WITH THAT MOVIE?! I'm so confused. I'm a big Matthew Broderick fan, so I was shocked to see such poor acting in the film, including that which came from him. "I thought you were my friend." ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I would steal your top secret information too if you said things like that to me. Yeeeeeesh. They obviously spent all their money on computer graphics, and I guess relied on the actors to improvise their way through it, given minimal direction. Or maybe too much, because I'm sure they could do better than that if left to their own devices. I just don't know who I AM any more.

Here ye be

Here are two of the 130 pictures we took. There are more, but Shawn's got the CD (I left it in your laptop last night. The disk on top of your suitcase in the front room is the one for your mum. Just a sidenote for Shawn. Sorry). I thought the top one was one of the cuter ones, but my face is partially hidden in the shade, and it's ridiculous, since we're sitting on top of a stone cougar. Sick. The bottom one is the one we finally decided on for our engagement pictures. Yay. I know it looks like I only have one leg. get over yourself.

(click on it)

holy awkward hand placement, batman!

Two months and nineteen days. WAH! So... I think we're doing engagement pictures this weekend. Which will be fun. Although I'm now regretting my addiction to the facebook group "Awkward Engagement Pictures Rocks My Socks." They've made me INCREDIBLY self-conscious about how my own engagement photos are going to look. Because let's face it, no matter what you do, it will always teeter on the edge of being too much (WOW--REALLY didn't want to see that! Kissing is NOT okay for a photo), too weird (how many arms do they have? Is she choking him? Their hands are WHERE?!), or just awkward, period (it looks so staged or ridiculous, or they look like strangers that just met.). If you have no idea what I'm talking about, WHEW, because I hope you won't judge the final outcome as harshly as I will, or those that have seen the group. As if I weren't already self-conscious enough. Do you want examples? I'll GIVE you examples:






















































Do you guys UNDERSTAND now why I'm so flipping freaked out now? Yeah. At least my Uncle Mykal is taking the pictures, and hopefully my aunt Terri will be there to help, and between how self-conscious Shawn and I are, that will prevent the icky pictures (I mean that sexually), although it may heighten the overall awkwardness. But Mykal and Terri are way cool, and really good at making people relax around them, so I think that'll help. OH MY LIFE!

Something I AM looking forward to--we're doing the tasting thing at the luncheon place tomorrow. But it's during the Office and My Name is Earl. ARGH! Why aren't people making more of an effort to work around my Thursday night lineup? I'M SO CONFUSED!

KIDDING! And if I wasn't supposed to post these pictures, Shawn made me do it. Click on them to get a better look. I dare you. Although you may regret it. *shudder*