no title to be agreed upon

so today is monday, our first official monday of classes. the weekend was nice and relaxing. neither of us seem to fit the description of partiers, so i think we'll probably have pretty chill nights. of course, i don't totally know this girl yet, so anything's possible.

what she doesn't know is that i have 3 ounces of cocaine in my purse. (this is still daley typing, as caressa's preoccupied making a hair wrap for me. so sorry about the lack of capitalizing and stuff.) we went to see city creek for the first time, and the pretentious lady behind the counter of godiva wouldn't give daley a godiva rewards card as she is still a baby - that bitch. 

i was quite upset about that. but even more angry about the chocolate covered strawberries that were sitting out on trays everywhere yet for some reason, were NOT samples. rule of thumb: if i can just take it, and it's in a small quantity, it's a goddamn sample. 

i agree. i would write a letter to godiva, but i'm afraid that they'd revoke my rewards card.

their salty caramel chocolate is very good though. idk about $5 good, but still good.

i would say it was $5 good. took daley to gateway, and it was amazing. 

i got a really cool bag from an indian lady with a cart full of different stuff. although she didn't quite know how to make change, she was very very sweet and now i have one of the coolest bags i've ever possessed.

meanwhile, my bag from walmart is sitting next to daley's cool bag and looks quite sad. maybe i'll have to find a way to had fringe to it or something. 

on a different note, i don't think the frosh 15 is going to be an issue, for 3 reasons:

1) it's so fucking hot in this state, 90 plus degrees everyday. every time i walk outside, i instantly start sweating. my men's degree deodorant is failing me time and again

2) we walk everywhere! and even though westminster campus is roughly the size of my high school, i'd say we rack up at least 3 miles everyday

3) i'm just too lazy to get to shaw 3 times a day for 3 full meals. most days consist of one or two, w/snacks from 304.

not to mention the stairs to our dorm room, and everywhere else. you can't go anywhere without encountering stairs. even our beds have stairs. my legs are so short, i can't jump up to the bed, so i must take the stairs.

caressa has a very short attention span.

i'm sorry, i was texting my mother. She misses me a lot.

she's a very sassy lady, that caressa. but i understand, my mother probably misses me too

even in college, we're under their wings. but maybe that's good.

my mother has extremely strong wings. you can say that, your mother's in michigan. 

but we love them, correct?

not them, but our own. i don't know your mother very well. though she seems like a very nice lady.

perhaps we're straying away from the college theme.

i know, we should be doing this when we're high. that'd be true college. this being blogging and putting ribbon in incredibly long hair.

too true.

yesterday i went with allie to smiths to buy a toaster. it was an extremely successful trip. success being determined by the fact that we did indeed get a toaster. i also came back with tortillas and dr. pepper which i received specific instructions from daley not to eat until i got back to the dorms. what she apparently didn't know was that i wasn't planning on eating raw tortillas and dr. pepper alone at 9 o'clock at night. didn't seem too appetizing to me. 

i was concerned that she was just mocking me and gloating about her great food and beverage finds. 

why would i tell you that i got tortillas and dr. pepper and then consume them by myself? and after we discussed how much we both liked dr. pepper?

just cuz you like to see me upset

when i got back, i processed to open the dr. pepper over daley's desk - and it exploded, sending drops of sugar water everywhere. some of this water still stuck to the safety goggles that we are collectively sharing for chemistry. it is very difficult to see if a reaction is chemical or physical when you're blinded by dr. pepper.

and now the back of my plato and socrates book is all sticky.

doesn't matter, you're not reading it.

i work best under pressure. i'm not going to do an assignment well before the due date. that's just dumb.

my experience is that it's best to do things when you know you have time to do them.

i've got plenty of time. it's just some reading and a 2 page prompt. i'll get it done.

so, yup. i don't know what else to say. i'm trying to focus on this hair wrap.

i spose we're done.

last comment.

My name is Caressa.
i'm daley.
And we just met a week ago.
this is true.
We are room mates attending a small liberal arts college in Salt Lake. 
we live on the third floor. 6 fucking flights of stairs everyday. multiple times.
I, personally, am in fantastic shape and so do not mind the 6 fucking flights of stairs.
we walked downtown for 5 hours yesterday. i thought i was going to pass out after 2.

So here is everything (worth mentioning) that has happened since August 16th, when we moved in and met for the first time.  
1. Daley mixed up Donny Osmond and the Donner Party.
2. caressa wakes up most days w/a huge ass fro.
3. Daley almost urinated in her pants when she saw East High and was told it was the location of High School Musical.
4. caressa's a liar about that one. also, i found out that she's strangely attracted to a mid-twenties stalin, and finds his hair "fantastic".
5. Daley is a mouth breather. 
6. it takes caressa an hour of preparation before she finds herself fit to go anywhere.
7. Daley's boyfriend is slightly anti-simetic
8. again, a lie. he just has slightly off color jokes about the jews of the world - still very funny. i am sometimes genuinely concerned for caressa when i wake up and she is folded in on herself.
9. Daley has yet to see a single seagull in the Beehive State
10. the state bird's a seagull, i want to see a fucking seagull!!!! also, i'm not from here. michigan actually. 
11. We went slack lining in Sugar House Park for about ten minutes. 
12. i try to introduce new things to her, and she just won't have it.
13. Since her arrival, Daley's diet has become more carb intensive. She started off eating nothing but bananas and Cliff Bars and this morning she had a heaping plate of french toast sticks and tater tots. YUM!
14. i'm ignoring that one, completely false. i have been introduced to jazz by my roomie, and find it strangely relaxing. 
15. My room mate has grown to understand the melodic tones of  post 8:00 pm KUER.
16. caressa finds my shoes very different from the societal norm. they're birkenstocks.
17. I'm currently wearing Daley's pants. I offered to be her thigh double on Skype to thank her for letting me wear them  but she didn't seem to excited  about that. 
18. yet again, a lie. caressa was just amped up about the opportunity to mess with my friends who i was skyping. she later tried to convince them she was mormon, just so they would feel poorly about making fun of the mormon way of life.
19. There is only one way to live life, and that is the mormon way. If you're not actually LDS, you just gotta fake it sometimes. 
20. meanwhile she's an atheist.
21. We got a fridget (a midget fridge) today. We were going to go to the store (I have to buy the "first milk") but Daley couldn't find the bike collective and we became overheated. 
22. caressa's got 2 tattoos. i was shocked, as she's such a polite, reserved girl. after getting to know her, however, it fits her character perfectly.
23.  Daley finds my colorful vocabulary "humanizing". Also, she hates getting up early to perform volunteer work. "Bullshit" was how she put it. 
24. it was bullshit.
25. For the record, I also find early mornings to be comparable to bovine feces. 
26. caressa had to explain east and west to me, by referencing "the big mountains and the small mountains". it all makes sense now. 
27. She is still getting the hang of north and south
28. caressa sucks at shaving her legs apparently. and since we don't own bandaids, she tapes tissues to her legs. very clever of her.
29. Daley sheds so she doesn't have to shave. 
30. compulsive liar 100%. caressa didn't bring a swimsuit or exercise shorts to college. so ill prepared.
We could continue all day about who brought/didn't bring what, who has the stranger sleep habits, and who has chosen a racist significant other. 
but we shan't. since i'd win.
and I hate losing. 
On a different track, we are both vegetarian  environmental science majors who wear the same size athletic shorts. We do have some harmony.
hopefully, the saying about opposites attract is incorrect, since we are quite similar. if that is the truth, one of us will be dead by halloween.
We are now taking submissions for best costume idea for Halloween. We are too uncreative to think of any ourselves. 
the only costume that comes to mind is tom cruise, risky business. the scene with him in a button down, socks, sunglasses and nothing else. probably not the best idea. but perhaps at a school that hands out condoms at every function, it wouldn't be too far off the mark. i'll pass all of those over to caressa.
I think we should save all the condoms, make one giant one and wear it for Halloween
so...she's a freak
It was a joke. Daley does not understand my humor sometimes. 
i'm just too moronic to understand all of her intellectual wittiness. duh



We have decided, mutually, that this is the conclusion to our first blog post. 
switching colors back and forth is getting a bit tedious. so we're done with that for now.