I MOVED!! Yahoo! I finally made it to Utah... well.. last week. It pretty much consisted of.. well.. nothing. I spent excessive amounts of time at Morgans store, and getting paperwork in so I can work there. AND I wanted to hang out with Morgan. It felt like a repeat trip of Pocatello.. It includes me, wandering the mall for hours on end and chuckling over crazy people. Although ONE DAY when i was there I got accosted by the T Mobile guys. They are obnoxious. I am usually pretty good about avoiding the ridiculous people that park themselves in the center of the mall hallways and try to catch your attention as you pass by... But this time, I made a fatal mistake and my need to be polite overpowered me, and I stopped. I stood and talked to one, and it was mainly a banter back and forth which I enjoyed immensely. I am always a fan of silly banter with sales people/telemarketers. (Although with telemarketers it turns to them asking for "dan" and I take a moment of pleasure telling them that he passed away, to which they stutter a response, I cackle to myself, and hang up.) The friendly with this particular salesperson ended when he wanted to check my credit by getting my social security number, and his superior came over. Boo.. Fun ruined. "I hate salesmen! I always HAVE hated salesmen! I always WILL hate salesmen! I hate being around them! I'd rather brush my teeth and drink orange juice." High Strung. 

After some minor set backs, I moved into a great house. It's with 2 other girls and they seem nice enough. One of them seems rockin cool. One night I came down to say hello and she was telling me that there was a week or so in April that her boyfriend will be gone, and that we should have girls nights EVERY NIGHT and watch Jane Austen movies and everything. (Especially since she hadnt seen the old one, BBC-Colin Firth). Oh the joy. We will be good friends. 

Last weekend, and this weekend actually, I went down to Provo. (I have a nasty habit of still thinking that I am in Idaho and saying "down to Utah.") I have been spending excessive amounts of time with Christine, who totally rocks my socks and is "truly truly truly outrageous." 

All for now. 

Later kids.