Out with the old... and in with the new!

So I have had the same backpack since at least my sophomore year of high school. It has served me well, I got it in Hawaii and it has been around the world with me. I take it camping, to other countries, and of course to school. But I guess all the usage has started to take it's toll on the poor thing. My backpack is all faded and ripped and stained now. So I decided that it had led a faithful and successful life and was time to retire. And I got a new backpack! I got it for a way good deal at the mall. I'm pretty excited. It is blue and plaid and spiffy. See look:

and here's a side view:

Isn't it freaking SWEET!!! I like it alot. It still needs to be broken in, but i'm sure that won't take long. I feel a little bad banishing my old backback and getting a new one. My old backpack probably feels like Woody did when Andy got Buzz. But what can you do, sometimes change is necessary. So if you see a weird girl around wearing a TIGHT backpack, give me a shout! Yeah yeah!!

Well That's Odd...

I have recently been noticing and thinking of weird things/quirks that i have/do. Here is what i have come up with so far:
1. I always pick off my mascara when i am bored and/or nervous.
2. I never turn on my headlights when other cars are in sight. I don't know why, it's just odd. NO ONE CAN SEE ME TURN ON MY HEADLIGHTS!!!
3. I give nicknames to everyone. it just happens. i have no control over it, i guess my brain just thinks that i am more qualified and awesome than your parents, so i should get to name you.
4. I use /slashes/ alot. and they are read "slash". example: it's not read "quirks that I have or do", it's read "quirks that i have slash do".
5. I have to have chocolate after every meal. I feel incomplete if I don't. it's like the feeling you get when you leave one of your kids at the gas station on accident and you don't know why you have this weird feeling in your gut. not that i really know what that feeling is like; i don't have kids. but i'm pretty sure it is something close to the feeling i have when i don't have chocolate.
6. I open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue when i'm excited. or so i'm told. I never knew that i did that until one of my roommates told me i did. maybe i actually don't, maybe she made it up. who knows.
7. I hate feet. I'm okay with my own, but no one but me is allowed to touch them. and you dang well better keep your rotten feet to yourself.
8. Despite the fact that i despise feet, I can't stand it when my toenails aren't painted. my feet just look extra fugly when they're not. so i am vigilant in keeping them aesthetically pleasing by applying polish.
9. I am a movie addict. I own about 140 movies (give or take), and it never seems enough. I pretty much don't go a day without watching a movie. well i don't always WATCH the movie, sometimes i just put one in while doing my hair or painting my fugly toenails, or i put one in and then fall asleep ten minutes later. but I love movies. and I buy them all the time. I need to be stopped.
10. I am also addicted to otter pops. i eat about 10 a day. mmmm..... they are the staple of my diet.
11. so i don't know if the last two qualify as quirks.... back on topic. I hiccup. those of you who know me also know my spastic diaphragm just as well. it's not so much a hiccup as a deafening gasp for air. or something. it is hard to find the words to describe it.
12. Lately I have been talking in this stupid "english" accent. I just put this odd inflection in my voice at the end of my questions. it's quite annoying, and i wish i could stop. it gets aggravating. So sorry everyone for the obnoxious accent thingy.
13. I make faces. odd ones. my roommates call me "clay face" because i can contort my face into inhuman forms. sometimes they just bust out randomly, like when i'm shocked or excited, or a myriad of other emotions.
14. When i do my makeup, i ALWAYS get mascara all over my face. every time. without fail. i look like a racoon. or a leper.
15. I always sleep with my teddy bear. once again, i feel incomplete without him.
16. um.... that's about it. I can't think of anything else. Let me know if you think of anything!!

Sasparilla

Sooo.... I'm a jerk. yep. So most of you know that i am a pretty sarcastic and sassy person. But lately I've been noticing it alot more than usual. I don't know if it's because it is getting more intense and dominant in my personality, or if it's just because i've noticed more people have been pointing it out to me. Or both. But regardless of the why's and how's, it's true. I shall give an example. So when i was doing Sleepy Hollow there was a guy there that came like every night and volunteered with the harvest festival and stuff, and i talked to him a few times. And yesterday when i was at Wal Mart in Orem i saw him with a couple other guys. I was in the cereal isle contemplating which cereal would most please my palate and I looked over and saw him and was like "Is that that one kid from Sleepy Hollow?" (I said that in my head, not out loud. I think.) and i stood there wondering if I should say something or not. So while i was fighting this battle in my head i overheard a part of their conversation. This part has nothing to do with the fact that i am a jerk, but i thought it was funny so i'm gonna tell you about it. The kid i knew was showing some oatmeal to his fellow friends and he said something like "Dude this is good stuff. See look it says '100 years of excellence' on the box." and then they proceeded to discuss why they should or should not get this particular oatmeal. Then the kid said "well i don't know why they put that on the box, who would want to buy oatmeal that is a hundred years old." i thought it was freaking hilarious and busted up laughing to myself. So i decided i had stood there staring into the abyss for long enough. So i went up to the Sleepy Hollow/oatmeal kid and was like "Hey, weren't you at Sleepy Hollow?" and he was like "yeah.... i was.... uh.... were you in it?" and i said yes and he said "oh yeah! i talked to you a few times huh?" again i responded in the affirmative and he mumbled something about not recognizing me without my costume and my hair up and what not. So we started talking and he introduced me to his friends (one ended up being his brother). So his brother was like "oh I went to Sleepy Hollow too! Who were you again?" and oatmeal kid was like "she was in the choir" and i was like "yep, i was in the choir, my name was Beverly." And then the other dude was like "yeah, I didn't go to Sleepy Hollow, I have no connections at all..." and this is where the sassy me busted out. I was like "oh really? So then why are you even talking right now. Just shut up." Poor sap. He was just standing there minding his own business and the freaking sassy-sasserton had to come and pounce on him. So i realized what i said was freaking so mean and i was like "oh i'm sorry! i don't even know you and i'm being a jerk!! i didn't mean that, i'm sorry." and his friends were laughing at him and he's like "ah i can take it." So that's pretty much the end of my example. But i'm gonna finish the story anyway. So we kept talking and then the brother was like "So, Beverly, are you on facebook?" and i laughed and in my head i was like oh that was clever, he used my character name. But then i realized that he probably thought that was my real name, and i was like sick! my name is not Beverly! (once again, in my head. No offense to anyone named Beverly.) And i said my name is Aubrey. The end. So the moral of the story is I am a sass. But i decided that is probably not going to change anytime soon, mostly because that's who i am. and i don't really care. so deal with it. And my name is Aubrey, not Beverly. That's the other part of the moral. Peace out

GAK.

So remember that stuff you made when you were a kid that was made out of Elmer's glue and borax detergent and... well i don't know what else. But you would mix it up and it turned into this goop stuff and you could dye it colors and it would get in your hair and all over your clothes and homework and what not? yeah I remember it too. And we used to call it Gak. So pretty much the whole point of that little walk I just took you down memory lane is this: my finger smells like it. yep. my finger smells like Gak. I just bought a new ring at the mall and it is super cute and it was only a buck... but it turned my finger green (which consequently is the color that I used to always dye my Gak) and infested it with the smell of Gak. So at first i thought my finger smelled like sushi (and it did) but now it is unmistakingly Gak. so yeah. weird. and I have had an irresistable urge to make Gak for old time's sake. and to scrub my finger until the end of time.

Halloween and... stuff

Yay!! My second post. I think i'm finally figuring out this blog stuff. Too bad it has to be comprable to rocket science. Well anyway so i went to that power tumbling place on wednesday and it was pretty much SO fun. There were ultra-bouncy trampolines and a giant foam pit and blow-up things to play on, we had a blast. I almost died about 10 times. but it was so fun! And i don't even know what else i've done since then. Oh wait!! It was HALLOWEEN!!! haha. Dude i freaking love halloween! I was a zombie, it's like my most favorite thing ever to dress up as. I love seeing people react to my costume, it's classic. I just stare at people with my head tilted and then walk up to them all creepy-like and don't speak and it freaks them right out. love it. So I went to a party that my friends threw, it was tight. We watched The Grudge, which i have to admit was not overly frightening. I was kinda dissapointed. Oh well.

So for my costume i ratted my hair so freaking insanely ginormous, it was a huge giant rat's nest fro. It was freakin sweet. It was actually a lot bigger than it is in this picture, because this was taken the week before. Anyway, we were out partying and what not so i didn't get to bed till 4am on Halloween, and i had to work the next day. So i fell asleep in my costume and my makeup all night and there were sick black stains and blood marks on my sheets where my face was. So i woke up and washed my face and changed and went to work. I looked like a million bucks. i tried to put my hair up and kind of succeeded, it looked more like a huge fro bun thing than a ponytail, but oh well. then i found out that there was a Sleepy Hollow cast party right after work, so i rushed to that in Lehi. I am the only cast member that isn't married, so people were like "Why didn't you bring a date?" and "It's okay, you can hang out with the kids. The kid table is over there." It was sad. But that's okay. It was fun, we went on hayrides and had food and watched a recording of the show. They had pizza and all kinds of snacks there which was kind of a bummer because I just eaten an entire pizza at work before i went. But i still made room for snacks and dessert haha. And that's about it i think. sorry this is boring but well that's what happens when boring people make blogs. okay peace out