TGIF

School is getting really intense, so I love Fridays. I remember on the first day of class our teacher told us we have a test every Friday and asked us if anyone could guess why. I raised my hand and said,"So we'll show up?" She said, "YEP!" I had been to college. I know what Fridays mean.

This morning as Emeli and I were bumping into each other in the bathroom, Emeli said, "Mom, there is a party tonight with these nerds I was telling you about. You know the ones we always see in the library at school? Well, I hope you won't be as troublesome as Brooklyn's mom and ask me all these questions about it." I turned and just stared at her. My first reaction was WTF?! I said, "Sorry, but I DO have some questions...When is the party? Who is going to be there? When is it over? How are you getting there? How many girls and how many boys?" Emeli said there was probably going to be a carpool. I asked who was driving. She said she didn't know and that it would probably be someone after school who just picked them up. I said, very loudly, "Who in the hell is driving?!" She kind of stared at me blankly and then got really snitty. I told her I wanted all those answers texted to me by noon or she would not go. Sure enough by 10:30 am, I had all the answers...little pill. Here's my big question...Emeli says that they are nerds and assumes that nothing bad could happen. I informed her that 13 year old nerd boys have just as much of a sex drive as any other 13 year old boy. She gave me that eye roll she has perfected and kind of flounced out of the bathroom.

I went to school and told my mom friends. They all burst out laughing when I told them how Emeli told me she didn't want me to be troublesome like Brooklyn's mom. I laughingly told them I should have said, "Okay, I just have two questions...is there drinking or drugs? If so, go have fun. You only have one life. Go live it." We all laughed at the complete absurdity of anything like that happening. We also laughed at the idea that a mom wouldn't ask a ton of questions about a party. Wow.

Yesterday was a crappy day. I started it off on the right foot immediately by slicing my thumb wide open trying to cut a roll at breakfast. It bled all over the place. It wasn't bad enough for stitches, but it wouldn't stop bleeding. I got to school and showed my teacher. She whisked me into our lab and bandaged me up. Everyone in my group bombarded me with questions when I came back to my seat. We had gone into the lab so quickly, they thought I was in trouble or something. Then we had to spend the entire class working on homework because there were people still working on ECG's in the lab with our teacher. Psycho lady took that opportunity to loudly brag about how hot her husband was. One of the girls said, "[Psycho Lady], your little husband is so cute." Psycho Lady responded, "There is nothing little about my husband in EVERY sense of the word..." I sat at my table barely containing myself from yelling, "STFU! No one cares about the size of your husband's penis!" Instead I just put my headphones in and cranked up Mozart so I could study. Ew.

It has been cold as hell for the last three days. Yesterday Robby and I had to tidy up his storage place in Lehi. Lehi has winds that are even cold in the middle of August. Imagine the temperature being only 6 degrees with a windchill. Stupidly I wore leggings and my converse shoes. I literally froze. I was really crabby by the time we were done.

Today my friends, Christine and Angel brought me candy for my birthday. That was so sweet! Angel remembered that I love jelly bellies, so she brought me a bag of them. I am happily munching on them as I type this blog.

Tonight for dinner I made this curry that looked so yummy, but looks aren't everything. This curry was the spiciest curry I have ever eaten. At first bite, it tastes really good and then the kick hits. It's not a pleasant kick either. It is a solid kick that doesn't let up. It takes out your tongue, the inside of your mouth AND your lips. We were all reaching for milk. No one could finish it. It was killer!!! I'm sure that most Indians would be yelling for more, but we faint-hearted Americans and one African with a sensitive stomach, had to push our plates away. Robby turned to me and said, "Your rice looks dry. You should put more curry sauce on it and finish it up." BRAT!!!

I have discovered Tamora Pierce and wow! I am reading Alanna right now and loving it. I love how strong her girl character is. I'm going to try and read all the books in this series.