Lashes

I am now a certified Eyelash Extension...ist? (I'm not sure if there's a correct title. Eyelash Extension Specialist?)
Anyway, I can now do eyelash extensions!
So come one, come all.
I absolutely love mine; I no longer look like a boy when I leave the shower! And, sad as this is, lash extensions have lowered my school tardies about 95%.
Anyway, if you want them, feel free to shoot me an e-mail at regangull@gmail.com. My prices are a lot cheaper than the salon's.

And I promise my next post will not be an advertisement!

What a goof...

I took a shower earlier tonight. I was blasting a little Rihanna (part of my shower ritual) and did not hear Conlin enter the bathroom. I started to shampoo my hair, eyes closed. That's when Conlin reached over the shower door, poked my forehead, and hid around the corner. What a goof. I could see him in the mirror, grinning to himself; every time (tangent: why isn't everytime with no spaces a word? It should be) I closed my eyes, Conlin would poke me in the forehead. What a silly man I married.

Pinched

If you see me out and about and it looks like I'm glaring at you...I'm not. I'm just cold. My face freezes in a grumpy, pinched expression and I apologize to anyone who has felt glared at. I promise I really am quite happy to see you!

Happy Friday. Hope you can break up the unbearable cold with cups of hot chocolate and warm slippers.

BYU students, so stealth right now

I'm feeling a little nauseous right now. On my way to my oh-so-thrilling grammar class, I witnessed something rather disturbing.

(I know what you're thinking. Weird things happening at BYU? No way...their students are so normal all the time).

Anyway, I'm walking down a crowded hall, lined with benches, when I spot a couple. With a coat draped over both their heads. One coat. Two bodies sticking out. It gets weirder, though, people.

By the look of things (and, unfortunately, the sound of things) they were making out.

Passionately.

GROSS. Gross, gross, gross.

They weren't even alone on their bench. Were they that desperate for an adrenaline kick? Or did they really think that they were being stealth? I mean, sure, I could see how strategically placing a jacket over mine and my partner's heads would make for a romantic, private setting. (Cue: sarcasm).

I took a picture on my phone but it's blurry and I don't know how to transfer it to my computer anyway. Maybe I should start carrying a camera.

And I know it's a little strange I stopped to take a picture, but what's stranger is the people under the jacket. So...that should be the focus of your awe and disgust.

Oh, but I almost forgot to tell you the sweet thing Conlin said to me the other day.

He walked in while I was going to the bathroom (yeah. he doesn't understand boundary issues) and said, "You sit so gracefully on the toilet."

Awe. Precious, huh?

Hope your loved ones are as poetic.