Fun with Katrina at the Gardens

For a few of these pictures, Katrina wanted me to run towards the camera and then jump. She only got one picture of that. It's 4:58 am and I'm looking at all the types of breakfast cereals that exist and salivating all over my keyboard.

Unintentional long exposure

Standing Strong

Hello, tree!

Me running

She took this picture too late

A wee bit camera shy

Not anymore

Run awaaay!!!

What?!? (This picture TOTALLY caught me off guard. I never saw it coming.)

This one too.

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Pictures!

Hey, what better way to let you know what's going on in my life than by pictures? I calculated, and this post is worth 15,000 words. So there.

It's 2:31 am and I have nothing better to do than to post pictures, so enjoy!

My dorm complex (I live on the top floor on the right)

Going up the stairs....(that's one of my dormies)

Walking to our dorm...

Our dorm

My loverly drawring

Quiz in math class

Students in the Ricks building (notice the sleeping guy)

Inside the Ricks building

Lots of people ride bikes (front of Ricks building)

Hinckley building (my favorite, also where I have church)

A glimpse of the lovely Taylor building

Students going to class in the Ricks building

Inside my math 108 class (the one on the right is my teacher, Sis. Pruett)

Inside my math 108 class

HAIRCUT!!! HAIRCOLOR!!! MEGA-SUPER-NEON-AWESOMENESS!!!!!!!!

In an effort to break away from the mother land I declared my independence by (drumroll)................

GETTING A HAIRCUT/COLOR!!!

Mother doesn't like short hair. She never let me cut my hair short. She didn't let me color my hair. 

But I am a YOUNG ADULT!!! AT COLLEGE!!!

I planned on getting a haircut when I went to college, partly because I like short hair and partly because I could never have short hair. So I made arrangements and everything. I went to the hair place today, thinking that I'd just get it cut a bit above my shoulders and color it a couple shades darker. Buuut.....my impulsive side didn't like that idea. 

My impulsive side compelled me to turn the fate of my hair into the hairstylist's hands. So I did. And I am SOOOO glad! I LOVE my new hair, and would never have gotten it on my own. 

The person who filled my nails did a crappy job, though. She had no idea what she was doing. And she hurt my cuticles. Jerk.

But I LOVE my hair.

I LOVE it!

Welcome to College

When the initial excitement wears off, what are you left with?

Boredom, homesickness, loneliness, a realisation that this may not be so fun, homework, boring Friday nights and Saturdays.

Will it pass?

I'm optimistic.

I feel lonely.

At college

So the first day was a blast, the second day, not so much, today, okay. The second and today days were mostly freshman orientation stuff and, while a bit helpful, not too fun. I felt like I was in highschool again: "Go here! Do this! You must be at this activity!" Not to mention all the "team-building" new-student games ("let's force people who don't know each other to hold hands and untie knots! It'll be fun!!"). Hopefully, come Monday, I'll feel like a "responsible adult" or whatever I'm supposed to be. It still feels weird to be able to walk off and around campus all by myself without having to notify anyone.

I went to a party hosted by the college called "I-Night Extravaganza" and climbed a rock wall..with my 1/4-inch nails. It was fun and scary.

So life is cool so far, hopefully my classes are cool too. I've met so many nice people, and I've been able to be a lot more outgoing. Everyone should go to BYU-I, or at tleast a CES school.

Oh, and Sunday, September 7th (tomorrow) is Aurora's 16th birthday so call her and wish her a happy birthday!!

Chloe

I've Got Butt Rot

I'm currently "in transit" to college. Yesterday I went with my parents and Thaden to Chicago, where we tried to find a See's Candy (only to find it didn't exist), went to a HUGE shopping mall and wandered, and ate at Chevy's. Our final destination was the O'Hare airport, where I had to say goodbye to my parents sooner than I thought. My flight was 4 hours long, but uneventful. I felt sick the whole time, and it felt like gravity doubled. My 2 carry-on bags were 20 pounds each. My other 2 checked suitcases were 51 pounds each. I think I shrunk from carrying the bags. I got to SLC yesterday at 9:30pm MST, so it felt like 11:30pm to me. My aunt and uncle picked me up, and I stayed at their house. Another of my aunts picked me up from that house the next morning and drove me to Logan, about 1 hour away. To me it feels like almost 4:30pm, but it's only 2:30. This day's been long. I have nothing to do. I'm bored. Tomorrow I take a bus from here to Rexburg, and I stay at another person's house. The next day, I check in to my dorm!

Chloe