Bit of Ivory

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Chocolate cookie on the outside, vanilla creme within, you’re certainly not what you seem! Plus, the side on which your creme lands after people twist you apart influences decisions worldwide. Cool!

I hope I’m also a Doublestuff. They’re the only good kind. Either that or Fudge-Covered.

We’ve decided that we’re going to answer our phone in unexpected ways from now on. My answer is going to be– “Cinnamon Tree Video Rental and Mortuary. Offering new releases for extended periods of time, and eternal peace at affordable rates.” Cinnamon Tree is the name of the apartment complex where I live. We’ve decided we’re the unofficial video rental apartment, judging by how many videos we let people borrow. We lent out two just tonight.

The Mortuary thing goes back to high school. We were on choir tour in Vancouver, Canada, and we decided that we needed to have a fun way to answer our phone. We finally came up with “Holiday Inn Mortuary– offering eternal peace at affordable rates”. We even had a big sales pitch worked out. I only got to use it once, though. The conversation went something like this:

*ring ring*

(I was sooooo ready for this. . .) “Actually, yes. It’s our 1999 special! Get cremated for only $19.99! And if you order before the end of the month, we’ll throw in a free urn! It plays ‘Taps’ when you lift the lid!”

“Oh yes, thank you very much. . . this is Mr. Goldhardt (our VICE PRINCIPAL!!!). You guys are really funny. The bus leaves in 15 minutes.”

*click*

Yeah, that was pretty fun.

UPDATE!!!

Since writing the above, I got my chance! The conversation follows–

*ring ring*

“Well, do you have Tressa and Erin (my roomies who aren’t home)
going crazy?”

So now Tressa and Erin’s friend Johann is going to tell them they have a really weird roommate. Oh, well– I’m making a memory, if nothing else.

So which letter of the alphabet matches YOUR personality, huh?

Well, I guess that pretty much describes me. Just got finished watching The Glen Miller Story on TCM. I was getting all teary-eyed at the end. . .when Glen was missing, and it was Christmas Day, and he made an arrangement of Little Brown Jug which he HATED, because it was his wife’s favorite song— *Emily blows her nose*.

Sniff. Okay, so I’m a hopeless romantic.

Well, no one’s tried the friend test yet. Of course, no one looks at my blog either, so I shouldn’t be too surprised.

Every Thursday at 11:00 (what I like to call the anti-devotional hour) my department at the library holds a training meeting. Today it was really cool—a tour through Special Collections! We got to go in the back of the vault and look into the cold storage room (where they store photographs—over 8,000 of them!) which is kept below 40 degrees at all times. We got to walk through the rare book collection, and go into the vaults where the really expensive stuff is kept—like the first edition Book of Mormon, and first editions of lots of Dickens stuff and Byron and Wordsworth and Alcott and a lot of other Victorian writers. I
got to hold an Academy Award—an actual Oscar! It was given to Ken Darby and Alfred Newman for Best Music, Scoring of Music, Adaptation or Treatment for Camelot! The library also has 7 of Cecil B. DeMille’s Oscars, and I think it has Jimmy Stewart’s too—it has tons of other Jimmy Stewart stuff. We didn’t get to see that today, though—ran out of time.

If you ever got your picture taken at the old Portrait Studio in the Wilkinson Center, Special Collections has the negative. If you ever had an x-ray taken at the Student Health Center, they’ve got a copy of that, too. They have student records dating back to the 1870’s. . .and every memo ever written by a Dean, University President, or any other important thing. Anything that was published by a faculty member is there too. . .as well as anything having to do with Mormons. Did you write a thesis at BYU? Special Collections has a copy of it. Every anti-Mormon book ever written is there too.

Cool, huh?

I’ve just made a friend test. Let’s see how well you all know me!

I had Panda Express for dinner tonight. Yum, yum, yum! But Gilmore Girls was an old one. Sad day.

Now, I feel terrible, so I’m going to bed.

It’s really late so this will be a very short blog. Nicole has asked how I got the comments to work. The answer is: They’re provided by YACCS . . .just go to their website and sign up! The code’s really easy to put into your template. I also got a free counter from CountZ, so I can tell how many times my page has been accessed. We just got back from my uncle and aunt’s house. . John and Kim Bytheway. Our FHE group went up there for family night. It was really fun . .especially holding my new cute cousin, Natalie! If you read this, John and Kim– thanks, it was way too much fun!

Well, I’ve now heard from two people about my blog. . . Nicole, who started her own blog, and a guy named Dave who just happened to come across mine. Yeah! I was going to post more today, but I’ve got to head home. My aunt and uncle are blessing their baby in church tomorrow, so I’m going home for the night. Tomorrow is also my parent’s anniversary, so it will be fun to be there with them. Happy 24th anniversary, Mom and Dad!

Hey, now that I’ve sent out an e-mail to most of my friends, I should hopefully be getting some hits. So I added a comment feature! Just click on the link next to the time at the bottom of each post, and you can comment! Cool, eh?

I just went to a really great restaraunt with the gang from the Humanities/Religion Reference department at the BYU library. It’s called Thai Ruby, and it’s got really good food. My mom would be proud of me. . .I tried a curry, and it was pretty good. I guess Dave Lister would be proud of me, too. It wasn’t a cow vendeloo, though. Just the house special. I also tried some sweet and sour stuff, and some spicy noodles, and other stuff that I don’t know the name of because I got there after everyone had given their order. Basically, our table just ordered a bunch of entrees and then passed them all around. So even
though I don’t know their names, everything was delicious. I liked the spicy noodles the best, though.

This is going to be a nice big post, because my blogger looks empty. Not that anyone knows it exists, yet. But I still want it to look like it’s been around for longer than two days.

I think I might have whiplash. A little before Christmas, my sisters and I were getting on the freeway when someone rear-ended us. There was no damage to either car, so we just went on our merry ways. But since then I’ve had some weird stuff going on with my upper back and neck–radiating pain, twinges of nerves, and such stuff. It’s not a happy feeling. Guess it’s time to visit the Chiropractor. Yuck.

So I was walking through the BYU Bookstore today, and I noticed a cool phenomenon. For those of you who have never been there, the BYU Bookstore isn’t like most college bookstores. For one thing, it’s huge–three levels. It carries everything from textbooks and BYU T-shirts and such to regular books to candles to stuffed animals to music to shorts to formal dresses and everything in between. Also, many students walk through it on their way to and from class, so there’s a tile path running down the middle of it. At one point it passes by the stairway to the lower level, and the space makes it pretty acoustically live. I have a one-and-a-half hour break on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, so I was killing time by browsing. I’d just finished looking up the origin of “How come?” in the Oxford American Dictionary (I’ve been wondering where and when the phrase “how come” came to mean “Why?” It started out as being more of a “in what manner did this occur” phrase, but now it usually just means “why?”, as in “How come you’ve got a sword?” Anyway, back on track), and the reference section is right next to the stairwell, and it was a class break. So I started listening. And the sound of hundreds of footsteps on the tile floor echoing and bouncing in the stairwell was really cool–like fairy footsteps. It was a fun wonder-moment, what Emily Byrd Starr would have called The Flash, from L.M. Montgomery’s Emily of New Moon series. Anyway, I thought it was cool.

I really want spring to come, because then the crows that sit in the trees outside my window will go away. There are about four of them, and one sits on the trees outside my window, and one sits in the trees across the street, and one sits on top of the high school that’s kitty-corner to my apartment building, and another sits on top of the McDonald’s that’s across the other street, and they all take turns cawing at each other. Starting at about 6:00 in the morning. And I wonder why I can’t get any sleep. Of course, once we get rid of the crows, we’ll get the robins and the sparrows and the seagulls. If I wasn’t a good person who loves animals, I’d borrow my brother’s BB gun. But I am, so fortunately for all the little birds and unfortunately for me, they’ll go right on making noise.

Time for bed.

The apartment fixed our toilet today. It’s been leaking water out of the back, and it smelled REALLY bad. We put in a work order on Thursday, but by Monday they still hadn’t come, so we put in another one. If they hadn’t fixed it by today I was going to go over to the office and get mad. But they came, and put a new seal on it, and sprayed the mold so hopefully it will die. It took a while for the smell to go away, though. Now we just have to see if the ant bait we put out will get rid of the lovely ants that have been crawling around the bathroom and kitchen. And my sisters Cloroxed the bathroom before we knew where the smell was coming from, so now there isn’t any mildew growing on the walls. And our cable works again. . .it went out last night right before Gilmore Girls was coming on, and we had to hike over to my brother’s apartment to watch it. But it’s back now. Oh, the joys of a student apartment.