Jasper... almost.

Oh it was just so fun last time. I think I will blog again. Since I last blogged I had some entertaining things happen to me. And looky there. It just so happens this is shaping up to be another Acrostic poem. And in honor of twilight… The poem is JASPER.

J- Jump Its Bones. I have a very feminist teacher here at good ole BYU. I actually love her but the woman is very serious, very feminist, and wants nothing more than to be taken seriously as a female professor. As of late however I have found it hard to do so. She recently gave us a summary of our next assignment and at the end concluded, “well that is the quick and dirty.” And I must hand it to her… it was dirty. And to top it all off in the same day she challenged us to get excited about our paper, have no fear and … “Jump its bones.” This project is shaping up to be a good time.

A- Arcade. My boyfriend Ryan and I recently went to the nickelcade here in provo. We had a gay old time shooting things and riding things(that’s what she said) and throwing things. Mostly however I appreciated that the man at the register handed us a little clear plastic baggy full of nickels. I called it my dime bag and pretended to smoke it. Ha ha dime bag. Yep still funny.

S- Spanish speakers. I went out to my jeep the other day to discover that my car was blocked in by a riding lawn mower. I at first just tried to move it. No go. Well there were these guys across the road leaf blowing. So I ran across to ask them to move it. After about five minutes of rambling about them moving it I realized they speak only Spanish. I then proceed to mime what I want. Nope. Nothing. As I walked away they had all gathered around the one guy I had talked to. I am sure they were discussing how stinking crazy that girl with the hand gestures was. Needless to say I was stuck home for hours. But those maintenance guys laughed enough I counted it as my good deed for the day.

P- Pain. (I needed a P word, so shoot me.) I hate pain. Hate hate hate it. My boyfriend’s new favorite activity is making me work out… occasionally at six in the morning. Torture. But pain has always been my enemy. As a child I hated shots for this very reason. I have fainted, thrown up and quite unsuccessfully tried to negotiate my way out of shots. When I was about ten, my mother took me to the doctor’s office. They brought in the shot, and I very calmly said to the nurse, “Thank you but I don’t think we will be doing this today.” My cordiality was not rewarded. My next plan after that didn’t work, was escape. In the end it took two nurses and my mother to restrain me so that that could stick that sharp piece of metal in my arm.

This is already too long. And as aforementioned I hate being predictable. So I will end at JASP. Which In my head stands for John Always Supports PETA. And if you know my brother this is the funniest statement of all.