Dear Quinci

Here I am. Writing a blog. And I'm not even from Utah. My question is: what is wrong with this picture? Well, let me tell you. It is an enthralling story really. Once upon a time, I went to college. I just so happened to have a roommate named Quinci Whatcott. She really was great. And I'm not even lying. Well, one day I made a promise to this dear roommate of mine that if she started a blog then I would follow suit and start one myself. I really didn't think that Quinci would start a blog, it would just confirm that fact that she really is from Utah. But lo and behold I am sitting here on my bed in by apartment writing out a blog entry. Thanks Quinci. I keep checking out the window and door every few seconds. I don't want anyone to see me and think that I am from Utah. But hey, I think I may actually like this. Maybe...

So today was full of wonderful events. But let me be first to say Happy Valentine’s Day. Actually that’s a lie. Today is not Valentine’s Day. It's a half an hour past Valentine’s Day. But that is okay. It was a pretty good day. And let me tell you why: My roommate KD and I really enjoy going on walks together. In the freezing weather. When you step outside and your fingers turn blue and you can't feel your toes and your breath freezes in midair, you know it’s going to be a good walk. That is how today was. But before we left, my throat was still kind of sore. So naturally I did what any intelligent human being would do, I grabbed a popsicle and brought it outside with me to eat. Two seconds later, my lips were frozen to the popsicle. Yep. Frozen. Solid. If you can believe it. I stood there feeling pretty stupid. I mean it wasn’t like I had licked a frozen pole or anything. Luckily, just in time, an attractive male walked got out of his car. So quickly I did what anyone would do. I yanked my lips away from the popsicle so that I could smile at him. Bad plan. I looked down at my white coconut popsicle to find it completely covered in blood. Cool. Don’t even worry though. I wiped it off. Too bad it wouldn’t stop bleeding. I still can’t figure out why he looked at me like that.

So that’s my story of the day. I need to go to bed. And I have written too much. This is embarrassing. I hope you’re happy Quinci. This is just for you. Because this is how much I love you. Enough to sit and waste a half an hour of my life trying to figure out how to post an entry. But it is okay. No hard feelings.