This Dorm is on Firrrreeee...

I AM OKAY EVERYONE. I'M ALRIGHT. MY APARTMENT BUILDING DID NOT BURN DOWN.

So yesterday one of the dorm buildings at my college caught fire and it was on the news and stuff. Big deal. I got several texts asking if I myself was on fire and then a phone call from my father. The first thing he said was "Are you on fire?" No hi, or hello, just 'are you on fire'. I quickly assured that I'm not. AND I'M NOT ASSURING ALL OF YOU. I'M FINE. ALL OF MY STUFF IS FINE.

Celeste texted and said there were a lot of worried librarians. I was like, "AW!" My library moms were worried. So sweet.

I had a burned Nutragrain bar today. I opened the package and was like, dang. Super burned. If that Nutragrain bar was any indication of how my day is going to turn out... I'm in trouble.

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I AM THE CHAMPION

THE VOICE HAS BEGUN AGAIN.
Like, the TV show.
Cousin Carol is OBSESSED with this show, and thus it has become a fixture in our dorm every Monday and Tuesday night.
For those of you who don't know what The Voice is, it's a TV show on NBC that sort of follows in the tradition of American Idol in the way that people audition and make it through different rounds until there's only one left. The difference is, the four celebrity judges pick people to put on their teams and then they're competing as well (for bragging rights). It's pretty good.
But Carol and I make it super awesome by HAVING A COMPETITION OF OUR OWN. We watch the blind auditions (which is the part at the beginning of the season where they select their teams) and we pick team of our own. Then we get to root for them throughout the whole show and have our own bragging rights if we win! I TOTALLY KICKED HER BUTT LAST SEASON. MY PEOPLE TOOK 1ST AND 2ND AND NONE OF HER ORIGINAL PICKS EVEN MADE IT TO THE TOP 5.
We've begun selecting for the current season. I'm feeling good about my current picks.
I'm going to destroy her.
I think I'm addicted to competing over stupid things that don't actually require any effort.


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Olympics

So we have this Canadian friend. He's from Canada, but he's lived in the U.S. for most of his life, yet he still is very patriotic to his birth land. We're currently watching the women's hockey final with him. He calls them "his girls" and knows all of their names and what they're good at and it would be kind of adorable if I didn't want the Canadians to lose so spectacularly. I WANT TO RUB IT IN HIS FACE SO BADLY. We've already been making fun of him for the ice dancing situation. I JUST WANT US TO WIN AND THEREBY DESTROY HIS HOPES AND DREAMS. Although apparently the U.S. is his second favorite country and if there's no Canada option he roots for us.

The Olympics create such an interesting dynamic. For two weeks the levels of patriotism SKYROCKET. For these two weeks we are united. We are so proud of ourselves and our number of medals and rubbing it in every other country's face. And then we go back to complaining about our government and hating Congress, etc. etc. But for two weeks AMERICA IS THE GREATEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD. Though I find it interesting that we are currently leading in number of medals, but not gold medals. We're quantity over quality. Which is sort of the definition of the United States.

But for now,
VIVA L'AMERICA.

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(WE JUST SCORED OVER CANADA WHICH MEANS WE ARE CURRENTLY LEADING. IN YOUR FACE CANADA.)

February 14

Valentine's day. I spent it in a high school with a bunch of teenagers, crushing their dreams. Very romantic.

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SLEEP

ALRIGHT EVERYONE I'M BACK.
School is really busy right now. I'm basically either in class, doing homework, or sleeping. I'm actually half asleep right now, to be honest. So if this post is a little bit weird and completely unorganized, that's because I'm basically asleep.

I'M JUDGING SO MANY SPEECH MEETS. But I like money so that's okay.

I honestly have no idea what to type right now. I'm so tired. I'm going to nap. When I wake up maybe you'll get a real blog post. Maybe.


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chillin'

BLOG POST. YEAH.

So I'm sitting in the lounge at ASH, with another hour and half before my next class, but there's no way I'm going back to the dorm because it's all the way across campus and I'm lazy and it's so not worth it. So I just hang out here and pretend to do homework while really I don't do homework.

I'm going home this weekend! I want to watch the Superbowl with the fam. And I miss my dog. I was originally going to go home on Thursday night but then I got called up to judge a speech meet at Millard West. Now my dad is guilting my with my dog. He keeps saying that Tank is expecting me on Thursday and that he's very emotional. He even sent me a picture in which Tank actually looks disappointed. (My dad managed to make a puppy look disappointed. I don't know how he did that.)

I HAVE SO MANY BOOKS I NEED TO REVIEW. My kindle was a great investment. Well, my parents bought it. But it was a great investment in ink to write on my Christmas list so that they would know to buy it. I've been reading SO MUCH. It's fabulous. And I have lot's of books to ruin for you. I'm terrible with spoilers. I JUST WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW EVERYTHING SO THEY CAN BE AS HORRIFIED AND EXCITED AS I AM.

URG. My life isn't interesting! Or maybe it is and I'm actually a secret spy doing missions for the government but I'm not allowed to tell you that so instead I just pretend I'm an average college girl while really I'm currently in Europe trying to stop a diamond heist....
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW.

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The essence of power

I just got out of my debate class.
And oh. my. goodness.
One of the groups did their debate on who was the better actress in 'American Hustle'. (Amy Adams or Jennifer Lawrence) And it was the funniest thing I have seen all week.
My favorite line was probably "trying to squeeze the last bit out of her toothpaste tube of talent" (describing Amy Adams). It's probably not funny to you guys, but just know that it was the weirdest, most hilarious debate I have ever seen. If the presidential debates were more like that one then maybe people would actually show an interest in politics.

Oh! I JUDGED TWO SPEECH MEETS LAST WEEKEND.
That was actually really fun. I HAD SO MUCH POWER. THEY WERE AT MY MERCY. I WAS THE SCARIEST PERSON IN THE ROOM as opposed to being the most scared person in the room.
THEY EVEN HAD TO ASK MY PERMISSION TO LEAVE. They had to say, "may I be excused?" And I had the choice to say NO! I never did of course, because there was no reason to make them stay, BUT I STILL HAD THE OPTION.
The power trip definitely went to my head. I even got to judge finals at one of them and that was really cool. I may or may not be judging again this Friday, depending on if they need me. My ego is continuously inflated every round I judge. Every kid that waits for me to start the stopwatch. Every request to leave the room. Every offer to go and get me another score sheet because I wasn't given enough.
I wonder if this is what God feels like.


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