Creepy-Dehydrated-Naughty-Nerds

Hiii from rainy Rexy! I have decided that my new goal is to write a new post every week, which motivates me to photo document things. So hopefully I will be able to balance classes, homework, my craftiness, all while not committing suicide socially. Soo. Here's AQCJMB's week in a nutshell. And in order.
First of all. Picture this. Its eleven thirty at night. Mandy, Jennifer, and I had all three just gotten out of the shower-when we here a knock on our door. Luckily, always beautiful Adell and Cassie answered the door. I could hear guy voices asking for me- but I couldnt recognize them. Mandy, Jennifer, and I all stayed down the hallway in our rooms, because we looked sooooo dang hawwwwt. So the guys apparently don't even know me, and I don't know them. They stayed in my lobby writing me this poem (that admittedly, is really funny) for an hour and a half! Creepy.

Nat, Shane, and all of us are best friends now. But still, creepy.

Memorable event number 2! We literally go to the DI (Deseret Industries), once a week. We spend at least an hour looking for vintage sweaters, vintage quilts, vintage decorations, basically vintage anything. We usually go to the DI thats right here in Rexburgia, but Cassie went to the DI in IF. (Idaho Falls...for some weird reason people out here call things by their initials. Don't judge me. Just following the crowd.). And while she was there she found a DEHYDRATOR! Oh, yes. A dehydrator. One of those terrible things that takes perfectly good juicy food, and turns it into crunchy, gross, joyless food. With only two exceptions. Beef Jerky. And Raisins. But she loves it so much already, that I guess that will count as out DI "treasure"...for the week. And she looks dang cute with it.

DEHYRATED.

Numbaa Threeee. So. Here's what happens when I try to be social. We go to this party at the Flight Museum. Yep. Thats right. I said. MUSEUM. Sounds safe, right? WRONG. We walk into this GIANT old airplane hanger, full of little teeny 6 MILLION DOLLAR PLANES. And there are people everywhere, all over each other, with crazy nerd clothes on. I felt like I just walked into a room full of apes. So we got our pictures in the photo booth, talked to some normally, modestly, dressed nerds we knew, and then we left. Because there were some naughy. naughty. naughty nerds.

So, pretty successful week. HA. We hope for better DI treasures, and better parties next go round.
Dueces.