Piratical heart surgery?

So of COURSE this would happen to me. I look like I had freaking heart surgery. Or got into a fight with a pirate. Or both.

Now, I must explain what I mean by this. Friday morning, I was rushing to get ready. And I was finishing up curling my hair. I always put the curling iron on the hottest setting, which is usually between 280-300 degrees (according to this site). Now, what can happen to your skin at 300 degrees? I will tell you.

I dropped the curling iron on to the left side of my chest, and it came in contact with my skin for just a moment. It left a red mark, and to be honest, didn't hurt that bad. However, next thing I knew (aka at work), it had bubbled into two blisters. Now?

It is a savage scab. A really unsightly one too. It is all greenish brown and crusty, and nasty.

So today I went to the health clinic at my job (which is technically only supposed to treat missionaries) and they put a GIANT gauze patch on it.

So people think I was stabbed in the heart or something.

No big deal.

Worth it?

You tell me!

Oh star wars

So. This weekend.
'Twas great.

i went latin dancing on friday night. It was SO MUCH FUN. It was randomly at Pirate Island, and I think I was one of 3 white girls there. There was salsa dancing, and bachata, and merengue (spelling?). My favorite is bachata. I was going to post a video of it so you can see, but most of the videos make it look uber sexual. And it's not. I danced with like 5 latinos, and they were really fun and taught me how to do all the dances. One of my favorite moments? When one guy started to approach me, and he was probably 5'2", and so I hid behind my friend Becca:

What a good sport she is.

Yesterday I did all the things adults should do on saturdays. I washed my car, i cleaned my bathroom, and I made a shopping list. I guess I'm pretty boring eh?

Recently I've been having a craving to watch Jurrasic Park. I think I should do it. And make a party of it. Remember that guy who dies respecting the raptors? pretty awesome.

In other news, I'm probably going to armenia in the spring. And by probably I mean DEFINETLY. I'm done waiting around to go. if I can even get one other person to go with me, I'm going. We found tickets for $717 dollars. Who knew? For that much I'd go tomorrow! Except that armenia gets cold FAST. brrrr

Favorite thing of the week? This:

Have a nice one, world?

date of the up variety

So. Let me just tell you about my ridiculous life.

Did I tell you I almost got run over by a deer? Yeah. Almost impaled by a buck. It came galloping towards me as I nonchalantly strolled out of my apartment, and was going SO FAST that it tripped, fell, SKIDDED, and then got up and kept running. awesome. After the deer almost killed me, 2 guys from my ward came running by and it turns out they had terrified it into running. Awesome.

Scampering deer not do it for you? How about a capstone course SO INTENSE it makes me people cry? Yup. that's my major. The professor looks for your weaknesses, your buttons if you will, and he presses them repeatedly until you can't take it. And yet you're supposed to. Awesome. Every thursday for the rest of the academic year, people.

Or how about the fact that my job is to represent mormons as a whole? When you click on "chat with us" on mormon.org, you get me. At least on the shifts that I work. So when people decide they want to ask any question to a mormon, they ask me. Which is excellent.

And try this on for size: 4 of my best friends got married. Which means that consistent nighttime hangouts are pretty much gone. Who's a loser from 7-whenever I go to sleep? Oh that's me. Yup. The redhead in the corner.

Basically, here's the deal: all the chance happenings, that are supposed to be rare and unplanned, happen to me. It's fine.

In other news, life is pretty good. Provo is prematurely turning cold, which is fine, except that I HATE the winter. And I haven't yet budgeted for boots. FOr the coldness. I have budgeted for a blender though, which means it's smoothie for breakfast time everyone!. Yeeee haw!

Yeah. Don't know what that was about. It's fine.