The Wafer

My family has a dog.  I use the term loosely, since I don't think that chihuahuas count.  But this dog get easily excited and pees everywhere.  And because of this the dog is not allowed in the house.  And this dog loves to be around me.  And I am terrified that the creature will pee on me.  So when he sneaks into the house I run into a room with a working door and shut it while calming informing the rest of the family that the dog is in the house at the top of my lungs.  This animal's name is Wafer, but I just call it the Wafer.  It really is a rather cute creature, but the only animals I really like are fish, because they don't actually do anything except sit where you put them.  Dogs and cats are cute and all, but they require too much work.  And I have woken up to too many piles of poop to ever allow one into my house when I grow up.  And trust me, getting out of bed and stepping in a pile of poop is the least fun thing that I have ever done.  Except maybe discovering the dried piles of poop that were under my bed from the kitten that hated people.  That was pretty bad too.

I'm old

Just so you all know I am incredibly old.  My baby sister is getting baptised today.  Not Baby Sis, but the sister just older than her.  Princess.  Princess is now 8, and I'm old.  How can my second to youngest sibling be getting baptized?  I don't like this, not one bit.  I can't be that old.  And by the time Baby Sis gets baptized I'm going be out of school.  Do you know how scary that is?  It is the most horrifying thing ever.  I can not possibly be done with school.  Ever, not ever.  I mean I've been going to school my whole entire life.  What on earth will I do without it.  And on top of that I recently learned that Mish's mom and my mom have discussed a possible marriage between our families.  And that can only mean a possible marriage between Mish and myself, since Drama (my sister) and Geek (his brother) were never as close and me and Mish.  And Thing 1 (another sister of mine) and Thing 2 (his younger sister) obviously can't be getting married. 

Life this week

Well, things are just kind of going.  I've been getting enough sleep this week, finally.  And Christmas went well.  I got Fiddler on the Roof the movie, Great Expectations the book, Rummikub the game, a picture of a pink flamingo and a few other things.  It's been nice being home.  I got to hang out with Mish on Christmas Eve, we went to Hometown Buffet with one of Mish's friends.  Mish paid, but that was just because I was all that excited about spending any money.  Not because it was a date, which it most certainly was not.  And I got to play with Mish's nieces. They were so adorable.  One was only a month old, and she didn't quite know what to do when I was holding her, after all I'm a new face.  But the ten month old was just so cute and enjoyed playing peek-a-boo with me.  And I got to talk to Mish's two older sisters that I am also pretty good friends with, but they both were in college before I had a chance to get really close to them.  I've also been able to spend a couple nights at my cousin's house, although Baby Sis has been extremely upset both times I left.  Although she woke up this morning and the first thing she said was "Unit's gone, so we don't have to save a plate for her anymore." I then sat up and told her that I was not leaving until next week sometime.

Sisters

Sister 1:Boy's hands smell bad.  And at dances the boy's armpits - I mean the boy's hands touch your armpits.  So then you have to take a bath tomorrow. Right?
Sister 2: Yes I do.  Why else do you think going to a dance would need a shower afterwards?
Sister 1: Food gets in your armpits.
Sister 2: Food does?
Sister 1: Yes!
Sister 2:Okay well then... What about the fact I that I might get sweaty dancing?
Sister 1: (long pause)  There's air conditioning.

Who needs sleep?

So I'm sitting here awake at 3:30 am. Working on my final that is due in less than twelve hours.  But not to worry, I'm almost done.  And then I'll be going to sleep, until 8:30 when I have to get up and go to work.  And then I will turn in my final, and then I'll come back to my apartment and sleep.  And then on Tuesday I'll go and take two finals, then I'll take my last final on Wednesday and then I'll be done.  And then on Thursday I'll be heading home.  So I'm happy.  And just have like a billion more pages to write until then.  So I must take leave.

The Cougareat

So I went to turn in my uniform today. They have terminated my employment and never told me.  I could have used the $20 deposit back.

My names

I have many nicknames.  And I have decided to give them to you now, at least those that I can without giving away my real name, which as far as I know, you all know any way.  But whatever.
Unit of Energy, the name I most often go by online.  Comes out my lack of creativity and a real life nickname.
Tootrue4u, tootrue4you, other online names.  Not commonly used, but good standbys where I don't want people to know Unit of Energy, as Unit of Energy is easier to trace back to the real me.
Frenchy, and not because of Grease.  I didn't even see Grease until I was at BYU.  No, frenchy is a result of my French background.  Well French-Canadian, but my ancestors were among the original French colonists.  And the first people to settle Quebec.  So I am French.  And I blame the French for all my problems. This nickname was given by a seminary teacher in my stake. It was kept there, until one day Mish and Silver heard the seminary teacher call me frenchy.  And then it stuck with me for the rest of High School.  Mostly because I hated being called frenchy.
The Girl,  my least favorite nickname, this is what my parents and brother called me when I was little, like baby little, until about two.
Twiglt, twiggy, twigs Twiglt was the first of this series of names.  It was Halloween and there was a pumpkin carving contest.  I was trying to carve "twilight" into the pumpkin.  Yeah, I left a few letters out.  And the resulting word has been my name ever since.

An apology

To katydid, I'm using your computer.  I'm sorry, but I needed to check my email.  I promise I did not log out of anysites you were logged into.  I checked.  my internet doesn't work.  I even tried to plug my computer into your internet jack, it still didn't work.  I hate my computer right now.

3 out of 6, when is it my turn?

So I got an invitation to a bridal shower today.  One of my freshman year roommates is getting married.  She'll be the third of us.  The first got married in August, and the second will be getting married in January.  I don't know when B will be getting married.  I didn't even know she was engaged. I know that I'll get married too, some day.  But I just want it to be now.  Or rather, I want to be dating now.  To at least be attempting to find Thomas.  My mother has even given me permission to get married now.  When I was all in love with Mish and Falsetto freshman year she told me to wait for Falsetto.  I was too young to get married.  But now I have her blessing and no man.  Although finding Thomas is a necessary thing before I even attempt a wedding.  You know, because it would just be disturbing to marry myself.

papers

So all my papers are written. For the rest of the semester. It makes me happy.

How to eat with no money

An essay of experience.
By Unit.

1. Every chance you get, have your parents take you to bulk stores, such as Costco. Convince them to pay for your purchases at said time. Buy things such as frozen chicken, granola bars, beef jerky, and instant oatmeal.
2. Steal from your family food storage every trip home. Take things that you will likely never eat until you are starving, like brown rice and raw oats.
3. In times of plenty buy sugars, granulated, powdered, and brown. These will serve you well when you are sick of not having sweets, but can't afford a candy bar.
4. Live near relatives. visit them randomly. They will feed you.
5. Attend all ward and complex activities. Chances are there will be food. December is especially good for this.
6. Get a boyfriend. I hear that they will sometimes feed you. Going on dates will work as well. This step is one that I have yet to accomplish.
7. Don't be picky. Food is food. Candy counts. The booths in the Wilk are great when you are starving.
8. Get a job that feeds you. Not one that gives you a lunch break, but one that will give you food. Although these jobs are few and far between, they are definitely worth it.
9. Have some money for things like bread and milk. These will help a lot in trying food times.
10. Find cheap sources of food. While not free, I have found a relatively decent lunch for under 75 cents in the twilight zone.
11. Learn how to survive on less food than you would prefer. This is doable. You really don't need a lot, you're just used to eating a lot.
12. The best way to eat with no money is to go home until your next paycheck.
Remember, you will get through this. You will have money again. If you're very desperate, you can always post on your blog and hope food comes your way. (but don't try this. Begging is not an acceptable way to get food, unless you don't have a job.)

PS This is not a plea for help. I'm not that desperate yet.

Boredom

So this is post 51.  I completely missed post 50, although I don't know why that should be such a milestone.  It's not like any special will happen to me, and I don't believe in give aways.  Unless you give to me.  I don't even have the money to make you cookies so deal with my unobserved 50th post.  And on to 51, In which I am very bored, sick of school and wondering how I managed to get so much out of Walter F. Gonzalez's talk that he gave in priesthood session October 2007.
But for post 51 I thought I would give you all a story.  This is a true story about a boy I once knew and I.  We were good friends in High School, you may know of him as Missionary Boy.  So Mish and I used to get into playful spats over silly things.  Nothing to violent, but then again I was a little scared of him.  Now Mish is the sweetest guy I have known, with the possible exception of Falsetto.  But Mish was -is- stronger than me and could easily overpower me, and most any one I know, if he really wanted to.  I'm just glad he's on my side if I really need it.  Any way, You may have noticed the picture I use on my blogger profile.  This is a representation of the only way I could possibly beat Mish in a fight.  They say the pen is mightier than the sword, so I'll let you have the pen in a duel.  And the lame computer drawing is of me and Mish in a duel where I have the sword and he has a pen.  Just so you know, he would probably still manage to disarm me and win, even if I had the sword.  Gosh I miss that kid. Anyway, that is why a blonde girl is holding a sword to a boy with no clear weapon but pen and paper.  And I'll have you know that that particular image took me about three hours to perfect.  Or maybe only one, I don't rightly recall.