Eine Katze, bitte.

I seriously seriously love Winco. It's in Idaho Falls and driving half an hour to buy groceries might SEEM kind of silly, but you obviously have no idea how much the Rexburg grocery stores rip you off. Winco apparently can keep prices lower because they make you bag your own groceries. That really doesn't phase me because I married a former grocery bagger :)

$1.68 for a gallon of milk!! No joke! Granted, it was fat free (they make you pay for the fat) but that's still incredibly cheap! Everything else was cheap too! We got some buffalo sauce and I'm going to try my hand at making popcorn chicken soon! Which also means I'll have something to post on my food blog. We usually take Andrew with us, and he's always glad to not get ripped off at Broulims. We're glad to take him because we can force him to put gas in our car, muahahahaha! Just kidding. Kinda. 

I'm feeling a bit homesick lately. I think it stems from lamenting the loss of living at home for free and not having to pay for any of my own bills that aren't "extras." Being a grown up sucks right now. I won't go into any details here but I will say that I wish Nathan could just graduate and we could move on with our lives. 

Thanksgiving is coming up. My favorite holiday! You never feel stupid at Thanksgiving if your costume isn't cool enough, or if you didn't get a very good present for someone, or if your fireworks show was lame. I love Thanksgiving feasts and this is the first year in my LIFE that I won't be spending it in Marysville! Weird! We're exploring a few options for this joyous holiday but I'm not sure what's going to happen.

Work is going alright. I'm getting semi-decent hours, but they should pick up in January because more students need services then. We have an office now, which is cool. 

I sold plasma on Monday and got so monstrously sick. I'm afraid it may have messed me up for the rest of the week, which sucks because the weekends still seems forever away. Although... not really, I guess. Only two days until I get another break. I've kind of been in a haze of confusion since Monday and am having a hard time keeping track of what's going on.

Oh! I dressed up as Katniss Everdeen for Halloween! My costume was kind of lame but it was a lot of fun :) We took pictures but right now I'm too lazy to pull out the camera. 


Nathan finally figured out his schedule for next semester. We have to deal with some STRAIGHT UP GARBAGE before the school will let him register but everything should work out. Four more semesters!!


It's barely after nine but I am feeling sooooo exhausted already. Stupid plasma. I'm doing this video game meme (in case you haven't noticed) so hopefully that will keep me posting this month.

Loathing. Unadulterated loathing.

I haven't met most of Nathan's relatives (there's like a million and a half, right?), but I know there's one that I really DON'T want to meet. Let's call her... Sha-keira. I've had enough of her would-be witty anecdotes, and as a general rule I don't trust anyone who willingly lives in Oregon. Plus she married someone named Nathan. That's MY thing, got it?

Sha-keira represents all that is wrong with the world. Namely, radical nationalism, veganism, and scientology. I hate all of those things, so of course, I hate Sha-keira.

That's not all, though. There's so much more.

I would compose a list of reasons why I hate Sha-keira and want nothing to do with her, but that would be the longest list ever and while I type 90wpm, it would take about fourteen hours and forty-six minutes to get it all out. I don't anticipate much proof-reading being necessary, but when you're typing for fifteen hours, there are bound to be some mistakes. I don't tolerate mistakes. And I won't tolerate Sha-keira.

My life has been such a mess since I learned of this horrid person. What should be the happiest time of my life is an unmitigated disaster because of the dark clouds of doom that are lingering over my head due to her mere existence. I hate her. I despise her. I loathe her. I detest her. The mere mention of Sha-keira makes me fall to the ground, curl my fists in rage and shake them at the heavens, crying "Why? What have I done to deserve this? Send a flood to wash this plague from the earth!" Sadly, though, my pleas have not yet come to fruition.

Sha-keira, if you are reading this, consider yourself UN-invited to the wedding. Also, stop reading my blog. We are DONE, and we never even started, which is the only thing that I'm grateful for when it comes to you.