Sweet Home Alabama, An Internship, and a LOT of boxes

I never thought I would leave Rexburg. Ever. I had been there SO LONG, that is was almost my new adoptive home. Almost. But with two semesters behind me, and freshman year done I could not be any happier. I am officially home in Alabama, and Rexburg is awesome and all, but I really can't remember why I ever left. What I CAN remember however, is six or seven posts ago when I was first leaving Alabama, I made a list of what I would miss the most when I got to Idaho. So in honor of Rexburg and all of its cheap, Mormon glory, here's what I have found I miss the most. In no particular order.

1. 75 cent diet cokes from the gas station. Good for my all nighters, bad for my addiction. Still on the search for cheap 44 ounce diet cokes in Alabama. And when I do, I will let you know. Be watching for that status update.

2. Reeds Chocolate Milk. I don't know what geniuses have been living in Idaho my whole life, but they make chocolate milk WITH VANILLA ICE CREAM. Mental rubix cube, I know. So many questions I asked myself when I first saw this. Is this for real? Why have I not thought of this? How MUCH is this?! They could make millions. And then I drank it. And all I can say, is that all the memories of my first love, life's happiness, dreams and wishes were all replaced with Reeds.  Thats how good it was.

3. Burrito Grande's with Cassie. Forget Costa Vida. Cassie and I had this tradition of going to the Crossroads (BYUI'S Cafeteria) at least once a week to get these HUGE burritos. We ate them all semester long and fell in LOVE. People kept telling me how I should go to Costa Vida and try it....and how it was soooooooo much better than the Crossroads. I could really care less. But, on the last week I was there I cracked. Adell and I (and some others) went to Costa Vida. And can I just say, I am SO SORRY I ever doubted you, burrito grande. Take me back.

4. The DI. I am tearing up a little just thinking about the DI. I found so many treasures there. The love I have for the DI and its 1980's romper, leopard print, spandex, blue jean jacket on blue jeans beauty is ridiculous. Tommy doesn't agree, but we have had our arguments and I think we have agreed  to disagree. Low maintenance, high performance, thrifty women shop at the DI. And that's something every man wants. I THINK he will forgive me for purchasing things from there one day. Maybe his hatred for buying things from there is stronger than I think. I might have my work cut out for me.

5. MY AUNT JAN. Oh my gosh. I love my Aunt Jan. I had never met her before last spring, my family has lived in Alabama my whole life-and she and her husband Dale have been in Idaho that whole time. But when I came out to school, she was like my second mom! She took such good care of me, and always made sure she helped me any way that she could. She was SUCH a blessing. Its only been one week and can't wait to see her again!!

6. Andy. Ohh Andy. I love this guy. Andy is Aunt Jan's sister's son. We had never met either before we came out to school, but we ended up have both of our biology classes both semesters together! I miss studying so hard with him that afterwards I didn't even know my own name, our Friday afternoon runs to the farmers market for 3 gallons of raw milk each (that still never seemed to last for more than three days), and our dinners at Aunt Jan's. I spent an insane about of time trying to name things that he would eat. He is a super health nut. Bread? no. Potatoes? no. Corn? no. He enjoys things like coconut oil, and fish oil, and oatmeal.... Gross. He is shown here with his "oatmeal pie", aka vomit on a plate. still LOVE HIM!

So Rexburg, you are missed. At least a little. But I'd still like my time in the Bamaland. Being back home with NOTHING to do, I decided I had better get working as soon as possible! Today I went to the hospital to be interviewed for an internship that I applied for. I was SO nervous! And I am usually not nervous about those types of things at all. But it all went over fine, and I got the job! But my happiness couldn't last. She told me I got the job and walked out of the room. (Just enough time for me to stand up and do my happy dance, despite the fact that I was wearing heels, a pencil skirt, and an ascot. Which I know you don't believe, but makes it a LOT harder.) She walked back in carrying a stack of papers that looks all too familiar. It was the same papers that I had seen not to long ago at the....dare I say it...Plasma Center. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Was she serious?! Again?!? I did NOT know she was going to send me straight down to do a drug screening.  But she did. Of course she did. This is Brittany Allen's luck we are dealing with, anyhow. So I gather up all these papers that she gave me and walked downstairs. After playing how-many-floors-can-I-get-off-the-elevator-on-and-look-like-a-fool I finally found the Occupational Health Center. I sat down and started filling them out. When I was done I had pretty much killed a pen. That's how many papers we are talking about. I stood up and walked up to the receptionist to give her my clipboard, and from a distance I thought I saw a BEAR sitting behind the desk. I am about to feed these papers to a really angry at life woman, who wants to kill me and ten million puppies. For some idiot reason that I still don't know why, I didn't even wait for the white receptionist to come back to the desk. She at LEAST speaks my language. I sloooooooowly pushed my clipboard to her from across the desk, and she was staring at me the whole time. Okay, I'm giving you my paperwork. We aren't having a staring contest chick. (glozell howl). She takes it and looks over it. "You CAN sit down." She said with attitude. And in my head, I'm all...woman. Don't give me tude. A couple of minutes later she mumbles something that starts with Miss Allen.
"....Yes?" I said.
"adgajehroeiagba birdseed?" she said.
"um...what?" I knew I heard her wrong. Im not your gangster child. speak ENGLISH!
"apple knees?" she said again.
at this point I am all kinds of confused. I get up and walk across the room so that I am literally just over the desk from her.
"One more time, I'm sorry..." I say. And I know she is about to scream in my face.
"CAN I COPY YOUR ID?!" she says so loud that people in China probably looked up.
I just hand it to her. In my head I am fuming. All I am thinking is, wow. You are a pretty hostile lady. Where did they find you? The DMV?
After Tude (which is what I will call her, short for attitude) FINALLY let "Laquica" take me back to the examination room, I get that same Hunger Games tribute feeling. And then I see them. The needles for taking blood. Ohhhh you.....we meet again. Laquica asks me what I want to do first, and I tell her to take my blood first. Lets just get it over with. She starts checking my veins, and is just making small talk. I'm not really listening, I'm hyperventilating telling myself you better not pass out. But four little words caught my attention. "Its my first day.." And I just look at her. The woman who is about to take blood from me-of course its her first day. Is it your first time taking blood too?!?!
She  put the needle in, which was fine. I don't have a needle or pain problem. She had to take FIVE vials of blood. FIVE. Since when do they take more than three? Today of course. Brittany's luck.
So she take the first two and its all good. Then she decides she wants to re-position the needle. Idiot. It comes completely out, and SHE FORGETS TO HOLD MY ARM. Idiot! Blood all over the place. I try to hold my own vein, but as soon as I see MY own blood going everywhere I am OUT. Anyone else's blood I am fine. I can IV and draw blood all day. Its just a mental thing I guess! But eventually I wake up, I think it was only for a few seconds. There was very little difference between this Drug Screening and the plasma center. Both were going horribly wrong. But the difference is this-I stayed and stuck through one of them. And lived to tell about it. I consider myself a victor, and will be waiting for my house right next to Peeta's and Katniss' and Haymitch's in Victors Village. Thank you very much.

Life in the Bamaland is mighty fine. Im with my family, I have an internship, I am not in School, and I'm alive. No thanks to Tude and Laquica. Now Tommy just needs to get home. For real! TWO MORE WEEKS! :)

Cassie's & 'Muricaaaa's Birthdays, And the Plasma Games

Over the past two weeks, our apartment has been able to participate in two very special birthdays. On June 30th, we celebrated Cassie's, and we all went out to dinner as roommates. Let me repeat that. We ALL WENT OUT to dinner as roommates. That never happens because of everyone's conflicting schedules. But for Cassie, sacrifices are made. We got to go to Chiz's, which is this little asian hole in the wall in Idaho Falls that her parents used to go to while they were dating. I love hole in the walls. But I can't stand asian food. But like I said, for Cassie I can handle some sentimental asians. In our apartment we have this tradition of anytime we are all dressed up and pretty and going out together-we have our picture taken in front of our door. Its just the touch that makes it an official roommate outing. I love these girls so much! And I am so blessed  to have had them as roommates this semester!! After our dinner, we went to our apartments lounge where we had the lovely Michelle Fowler set up a surprise party for Cass. Fiestttaaaaahhh!


My Birthday Girl! I love you Cassie!

Brittany, Shaela, Cassie, Adell, & Marissa. 401 babaay!

Shaela, Marissa, and I at Chiz's.

The sweetest face!

We just love her!

I'm not sure who got her the handcuffs......

The next birthday we celebrated was America's! I absolutely love the forth of July. I love all of the family traditions my family has, the hot dogs and hamburgers, the smell of sunscreen, the cheap sunglasses, the truck driver American flag shirts, but what I think I love the most of all about the fourth of July is the fact that it brings out the redneck in everyone. It's always fun to see everyone else try to pull off something that is just in my blood. I felt like I was home. Almost ;). We all went to Idaho Falls, because they have the biggest firework show west of the Mississippi. We stayed there allllllll day long. One of the guys that came with us, Jake Slivka, had a friend who lived there who let us use his grill AND his pool. So around five we staked out our spot by the river for the show and then went to swim and eat. There was an insane number of people there- and I was seeing some crazy stuff. I swear we saw Slash from Guns and Roses, real life gypsies, and countless beer bellies. ahhh, the true spirit of the fourth. :)

My loves.

The Gang. Love them so much!

Leanda, Liv, and Cass. Leanda rocking the english flag....cause she had to.

They were shooting for four guys-but this is about as far as they got.

Shaela gets touchy sometimes..

Still trying...

Fletch.

Lovely ladies :)

Me, Norma and Liv. The two shortest people-and the tallest. We love you Liv!

The sunset over the River when we got back to IF.

Pretty successful fourth if you ask me. I mean it was no cornfield out in the country-but I did get to see a freaking huge firework show over the river behind the Idaho Falls Temple. I guess I can't ask for much more than that :)
Today, I didn't have any classes. So, I decided I would FINALLY go give plasma. I've been wanting to all semester. Not because I need the money- but because money is nice, and I'm a nursing major so any medical procedure has always been interesting to me. So I call them and make an appointment, and I'm off. I walk in this morning, and was greeted by the doctors office smell. The smell of the waiting chairs, and latex gloves, sanitizing chemicals. Yum. The receptionist gave me a bunch of papers to fill out, so I sat down and started doing that. In MY fluorescent purple pen, because there's was so dead. Filling out papers that I know are important in fluorescent colors just makes me feel like Elle Woods. You are probably thinking to yourself, why does she even have a fluorescent pen if she hates them? And my answer is, I do not know. My purse is Mary Poppins' bag. I don't know where half of the stuff inside of it came from. Anyway, I'm filling out papers and a girl came up from the back of the building-with the most sickly look on her face I had ever seen in my entire life. She started to pass out, and I could only watch-I was too far away to do anything about it. (Pet peeve of mine. seeing something really, really bad about to happen and you can't do anything about it.) I wasn't bothered by the fact that she was passing out, after all they are removing like 600ml of blood from you and putting it back in without any of the proteins and nutrients. I know that passing out is normal after something like that. What did bother me was the sound that her face made as she hit the tile floor. Nobody caught her, nobody was paying much attention. Which wasn't anyones fault. But it did make me cringe. The techs sat her down in a chair, and after a couple of minutes the sides of her face were already starting to bruise. I was thinking to myself that there was no way she didn't just break her nose. I heard a tech call my name, and by this point you can imagine I'm not to crazy about doing this. All I was thinking in my head was that I was at a reaping-and they drew my name. I went back to where she was standing, and she led me into a room where all of the machines were. Beside them were these huge C-shaped chairs. It was weird because nobody was in them. I looked over against the wall and there they all were. All these people that looked seriously ticked off about something, sitting quietly and very still in folding chairs. Only one word came to my mind. Tributes.
Some guy named Bobby came over and tied a tourniquet around my upper arm. I knew that he was checking my veins. He told my tech that I was good on either arm and smiled at me and walked away. I said in my head, don't you smile at me. I know what you're doing. You are making sure I have the perfect veins, the perfect pulse and the perfect blood to do this before you people kill me. Unbelieveable. I walked back to my chair, and as soon as I got there another tech called me and another guy( my peeta) back  down the hallway. Grace, was the name I read on her nametag. She started reading us the rules of the plasma center, what we should and shouldnt do before and after the donation has started. My Haymitch. At the end of her explaining, she asked us if we would still like to donate. Against my better judgement, I nodded my head. She told us that we could go back and wait in the chairs again. I followed my Peeta down the long hallway again, and we both sat down. I saw another guy who had just finished giving plasma come out of the doors. I stood this time, determined to save him from the same fate as the broken noised girl. Except he didnt pass out. He made it all the way to the receptionists desk, so I sat again. He was talking to her and his speech started to slur. He crumpled down to the ground slowly, like he knew what was about to happen. He started having a seizure, which is always scary to watch. For him they called an ambulance, which seemed to take forever to get there. Here is the single difference between the Plasma Center and the Hunger Games: I can leave. This was the craziest most unprofessionally run medical center I had ever seen. And there are lots more awesome ways to die than at the Plasma Center. I took my file up to the receptionists and told her to have a wonderful day, and that I wouldnt be a donor today, or any other day. She looked at me like I was nuts, and I looked at her like "you really expect me to donate here after what I've seen today?" and walked out. To everyone else in the waiting room that didnt or couldnt say no, all I have to say is this........

Happy Plasma Games.