The calm before the storm.

This is a post to announce a soon to be posted post. The reason I am doing this is because I can, it is my blog, and I want to. Take that.


I am working on a personal project, one that will help me to become a better person and hopefully be in a better position to help others. The reason for this you ask? Because I need to make a change or else I will just become stagnant, unable to progress in life. Who wants that?! I most certainly do not, hence, the personal project. Or the Stacey Cooper revamp, part 2, the sequel...

Eh, I think revamp/remake makes more sense, since I am not making a second me, just some improvments to the special effects and dialogue.

So, I am just building up the anticipation for this endeavor, for all of the nonexistant people who follow this blog. YAY! haha


Except!: shout out to Meredith, Daniella, Alex, and Mandi! - way to be guys, way to be.

ATM's: Help, Hinderence or WTF?

Just down the street from where I live, there is an ATM for First National Bank. This normally would not seem like anything of significance to blog about, and I would have to agree with you, but apparently First National Bank feels like their ATM is a pretty effin big deal.
Normally, I am a big fan of ATM's. They provide me with a fast and customer service free way of aquiring my money for personal use. My only qualm is that if it is not a Wells Fargo bank, they charge me my first born in order to get my money, but that is not the point.


This quite special ATM is located in a field, again, not too special, but in this field, there is also a special parking lot just for the ATM. Nothing else. There is nothing else there for it to require a parking lot. Or anything of the sort. Its an ATM, just stick it on the side of the Walgreens and we are all happy! - what if someone from Walgreens who also happens to have FNB(I'm abbreviating for my fingers purposes) says, "hey ya know what, since I have now aquired this milk for my delicious cereal, I would now like to replenish my supply of cash." Yet this happy unsuspecting citizen would walk out the door of that store only to be vastly disappointed. Because not only would they have to trek across a street and a field to get to their source of moolaa, they would have to do it where everyone and their friendly neightborhood gang members would see them. If thats not a big "Rob Me" sign, then I dont know what is.

My point of this entire blog entry here, is just the question why. Why FNB? Why would an ATM require a parking lot or something akin to it? I dont understand this logic. I want to get in the minds of the people responsible. Was this their brainstorming session?...
"Ok, so lets say some people are thinking about getting some cash, so they go to our ATM. But then, people are naturally followers and if they see, they do. So now we have more people suddenly realizing that their wallets are too light!! What should we do to accomodate this mass riot of a cash grabbing experience?!!" .... we would then hear crickets as those in charge scratch their heads in puzzlement.

Then, like a lighthouse during a hurricane, the janitor says, "put in a parking lot?"

HALLELUJAH!!!

Blackhawk down! - but with a happier ending...well, happier experience overall.

Helloooo cyber world! This week has been inundated with a plethora of exciting experiences!

The first of which was a night in Blackhawk! :) What is blackhawk? - why thank you for asking, blackhawk is a small gambling town just west of Golden, Co. Just think of a mini Vegas, only less sweltering and uncomfortable heat. (and less classier citizens - besides us of course.) Us meaning, Natalia, Mandi and I.
It was a night to celebrate the birth of Mandi, my roommate. :)

Here are some pictures that we used to capture the event.

Salt Lake City aka. Party Town

This Sunday evening, Natalia, Erika and I will make the trek to Salt Lake City that so many pioneers before us have made. This time we will be driving a car, instead of a wagon, and we will not be heading to this beautiful mountain valley to escape from religious persecution, but for an exciting spring break party time.
I know what you're thinking, "How can one party in Utah? Do they even believe in fun?" - why yes, yes they do.
How do I know this? Because they are my people.
Who's they? Mormons, Latter Day Saints, my friends. (not all of them, obviously - but close.)
Of course we will stay sober, so that we will fully be able to enjoy every minute of our time in the Beehive State. No, there will be no "what happened last night?! I was soo hammered!". There will only be the full recognition that we made complete fools of ourselves the night before, with no booze to blame it on - Just our own fully sober selves.
You may think that sounds unpleasant, but its not. Not at all.

But now we have 1 week before we are to make our journey. I must get my crap together!

Insides jello

I have come to the conclusion at this very moment, that after an evening shower, when my room is clean, and I'm just sittin in my bed, the best song to listen to is either "Aint I Been Good to You" by The Isley Brothers or "Keep Yourself Warm" by Frightened Rabbit. Both of these songs are just mellow, very chill and speak to the soul. And by soul I obviously mean the part of the brain that responds to amazingly good music by giving me a little insides massage. Nice. So nice. I feel like jello. Or at least I feel like what I imagine jello Would feel if it were a living thing.

Drugs? no, no drugs thank you.

This will be my first blog in I believe a little over a year! That is preposterous, and will not be tolerated any longer.

So I come to you today from my bedroom, where typing has become a little difficult because I have just gotten acrylic nails and I am not used to the extraness that it gives my fingers. Therefore, if you see a randome letter in a word that is not supposed to be there, please ignore it and move on.

I do have some new pictures to post, which I think speak for themselves, but if you do not speak picture language or the language of me - then here is an explaination. It will be brief.

Erika(the girl who is not me in these pictures) and I both had a day (yesterday) where we were not scheduled to be slaves for the man. This obviously meant that we had a free day to catch up on homework and do other things that were not homework.

I would like to interject here though and say in my defense, that I actually was fully prepared and ready to do some major studying this day.

But SOMEONE (Erika and my zany counterpart that lives inside me) decided it would be better to go out to eat, get nails done, buy hilarious yet truthful shirts, and go out to eat again before even making the attempt (thats all it was) to study. Oh well, whats done is done and cannot be undone. I had alot of fun though and I feel like it was exactly what the doctor ordered.

If the doctor were some sort of eccentric life coach.

These are pictures from my new apartyment! The wonderfully beautiful women in the pictures are two of my lovely roommates, Meredith and Gwen! We have an amazing balcony and view of the mountains right outside of our condo. The kitchen is splediforous and our living room is HUGE! I frickin love it!