They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.

Life has been a little on the crazy side lately. Just a tad.
From the top. We've started bringing models in on Mondays in esthetics to practice on and I've been one busy girl. I'm just a little competitive, so I've taken it upon myself to do more than the other girls. Just out of personal choice, and so far, I'm dominating. Winner. Also baby bird screams like a little girl when having his chest hair waxed. Literally screams. Communications is pretty much a joke. We have a new project every single week so I feel like I'm never quite caught up and I don't like that feeling. I like being ahead, but I can't be with this gay ass class. And the teacher quite literally hates me.
Me and Eric went to Taylorsville 'Dayzz' (I personally think that is the most retarded spelling, but Eric says that's how I have to spell it) and it was a fairly good time. We waited in line for the ferris wheel for a good half hour and as soon as we got on, I remembered that I hate ferris wheels. They're scary. So the half hour I'd spent thinking of how romantic it was, was completely irrelevant when I get that high up in the air. I could fall or something. Or like look down. Either way that sucks. And poor Eric hadn't yet learned that I'm afraid of heights, but he certainly does now. I got mad at him if our cart even moved half an inch 'STOP ROCKING IT' I had a tendency to yell, thank goodness we made it out alive. It was a death trap, I swear. Then I got punched in the face. No big deal, it's whatev. Freaking Karli Eyre comes up to hug Eric and somehow manages to punch me in the face while in the process. She says it was an accident, but that sounds questionable to me.
Last Sunday me and Eric went to the Zoo :) I say that like it's happy, but the zoo is actually super boring. You walk around alllll day to see polar bears and tigers that won't even blink when you pound on the glass. Maybe if they did something it wouldn't be so bad, but honestly. They just sit there like a lump on a log, stupid animals. My favorite were the lions. The lion drinking fountains that is. It's too hot to go to the zoo. How do the penguins survive in this devilish heat anyhow?
The fourth of July was not really a big deal, it never has been for me. I almost don't even consider it a holiday, it's just an excuse to have work off and eat barbeque food... But anyways, Eric and I went to sugar house to see fireworks and it was a pretty decent show. Very nice you know, I think. I actually can't tell the differences between a good firework show and a bad one. It's all the same to me. But Eric gave me my last birthday present and it's beautiful. I'll post a picture of it later perhaps. I love it. Which brings me to Thursday in communications. I hate them all. Quite honestly hate them. So the ring that Eric had given me the very night before, was gone. I was in communications and my ring was gone. I started to have a meltdown. How can I lose something that expensive so fast, leave it to me. Anyways, I RUN upstairs to the bathroom as fast as I can to see if it's there. It isn't. I literally started crying. So I clean myself up and go back to class because I'm supposed to be the first one up for a presentation (you're kidding me, am I right?) but I'm in an absolute PANIC. I empty my purse completely just praying that I somehow looked over the ring box, but I hadn't. My teacher gives me the evil eye for disrupting his amazing, perfect, interesting, and most important class so I tell him 'I just lost a diamond ring.' He sneers. 'Well. That sounds dramatic.' Go. To. Fucking. Hell. A DIAMOND RING THAT I JUST GOT YESTERDAY IS MISSING AND YOU CAN'T EVEN GIVE A SINGLE DAMN ABOUT IT? That's when my dislike for him turned to hit list. I texted my mom begging her to go look in my car to see if it was there, and the angel that she is, she went and looked. And it was on the ground right by my driver door. Which really doesn't make sense. I put my car in my passenger side and always go around to get it. So how it got there I don't know. Personally I think God and Satan were like 'that communications guy is a dick, lets give her a break and let her find it' So thank god, and thank satan too. I hate communications with a passion. I'm going to bread his classroom, swear to god and satan I will. Then after class, in the rain, like the drama queen I am I cried to Greg about everything woeful in my life. And he was very good for tolerating my nonsensical side. Sorry about that :/ Color me embarrassed.
Bah. Then there was the eye doctor fiasco. An appointment should not take two hours. But it did. My eyes should not be dilated an hour before my class started, but they were. My doctor should not say 'one or TWO' in the same way the Professor Umbridge would, but she did. Nightmare.
On Friday I went to a photography club and that was a laugh and a half. I was the youngest one and of course the only one sporting a pink camera. We had a special guest come and teach us a bit about street photography which was fun, except that a lot of the concepts he taught required someone wearing a bright primary color. I was wearing red. And he couldn't ever remember my name, so he called me red shirt and I was his model. He even took a band photo of me 'Red shirt and the nobodies' he called it. I learned a lot though and it was all jokes :) it was a nice evening nonetheless.
Yesterday me, my dad, my mom, and Eric went to the great salt lake to take pictures of the sunset. Well, let me back up, we went and saw my cousins first because they came in from California and I was a little upset with them. Right after Eric came in Hannah and Allen started whispering about us. Like, how childish? Two can play at that game. I childishly whisper gossiped to Eric too, so ha. Take that. And my makeup looks better than ALL of theirs combined so HAHAHA. So we went and took pictures and I'll post them soon :) Then we watched Harry potter :)
Today was family day. And Eric participated in some of it. He came out to dinner at cracker barrel with us (he was not impressed to say the least) and he met the rest of my cousins. He was a good sport. I'm related to all of them and I don't even enjoy it.
So yes, now we're all caught up. I'm editing all my pictures and I'll post them tomorrow and then I'll be caught up for June and July :)

I like to begin my sentences with 'sometimes'. It feels like I'm floating through a whimsical fairytale