Explosive Laughter.

So. I have this problem. Sometimes, something really really really funny happens. Okay, maybe it's not all THAT funny... I just kind of find almost anything and everything hilarious. I tend to laugh at completely inappropriate times. Several of you can attest to this. Please, share your stories. I promise I'm not making this up. Anyway. Sometimes when I laugh, it's a normal, healthy, non-attention grabbing laugh. How precious. Other times though... "non-attention grabbing" is an understatement. Other times, it's a good sign when people DON'T jump a little from being startled. It's like... a loud, obnoxious, "where the heck did that loud and ill-mannered elephant come from" kind of laugh.

I blame my aunt.

My Aunt Connie, bless her mac-n-cheese makin' heart, has this same explosive laughter. And she laughs this way every. time. So now, I'm scared out of my mind that as time goes on, I will inherently develop this constant "explosive laughter." I warn you. If this happens, hide your sleeping babies. And hearing aids.

This same aunt loves to get creative with her Christmas present giving. Last year, I opened up a spool of thick Christmas ribbon from her. "Cooool!!" I said, of course, and began putting it back in the box. "Aren't you even going to look at it??" "Uhh... k?" And lo and behold, as I unraveled the ribbon, what was actually hiding was several dollar bills, taped together in a long string. Who even thinks of that?? She does. That's who. So this year, this was her creative money present:



Why yes. That is a money necklace. And of course it's hanging on my wall. How cool is that?? At the moment, my plans are to leave the money attached. Indefinitely. However, considering I'm strapped for cash, we'll see how long that lasts. I've already removed two $5 bills. They weren't all cool and pinwheely, so I felt that the action was justified.

Shoe update.

These are the shoes I wore today:



No holes in the bottom yet. Woo! However, it won't be long before my foot falls out the side (as demonstrated above). Buuut... my FAVORITE part of these shoes??



I know. You're jealous. How does that even happen? Beats me. And yet I love em all the more.

Now. Time for a nap. And by nap I mean homework. Yeah.

Snapshots and Shoes.

Okay. I know I have previously mentioned that I love my job. But just look at these girls. How could I NOT love it?



I also discovered that I love Photo Booths. But only when they're free. Okay, okay, I love them when they're not free also. Other things I love that are not free: BYU Chocolate Milk. Riding the city bus. Shoes.

Speaking of shoes. I know. My shoes are a big deal to some people. I don't even understand it. Well. Okay. I do. Let me 'splain.

I have several pairs of shoes. Chucks, in particular. Most of them are from high school. Most of them are worn. Very very worn. And yet, I still wear them. Often. And in the snow. So that my socks get wet. I mean, I don't do it with the intent to get my socks wet, this is simply something that happens through association.

Exhibit A:


Oh, you want a side view too? If you insist.


For the past few months or so I have also been buying shoes from Wal-Mart. Just simple, dinky, thin little $10 shoes. What. I'm poor. And when those break/rip/etc, I just go and buy a new pair. For $10! You can't beat that! These shoes are also not snow appropriate and I often make ridiculous squishing noises as I walk to class early in the morning.

Oh. Hi. I'm from California. I don't know how to dress for the snow. I wear capris and short sleeves and I'm like "What."

Grade School

This is what happened when I got to work yesterday:

Julie: You smell SO good! It's like GRADE SCHOOL all over again!
Me: Uh... thanks...? [Um. Not so certain this is a compliment.] ...OH! It's because I was in an elementary school all this morning.
Julie: Haha really?
Me: No. It's actually my new perfume. It's called "10-Year-Old Boy."

I love my job. Uh, and not pedophilia.