July 27 - Indian Oven

Today, The Kjar's took us to the Indian Oven. I've never had Indian food, and I probably have the lowest spice tolerance of anybody on planet earth, so I was a little worried about how the evening would go. Especially because Brian and his uncle like their food VERY spicy. Fortunately, they got the hot sauce on the side, so I could eat pretty much everything without too much difficulty. I did have to down several glasses of water, but it was a very enjoyable meal.

I'm going to try not be as horribly inconsistent as I was with my other blog, but no promises. It's been a week since I posted last, during which, I:

Visited my family in their new Vernal home. 

Ditched a family reunion and had a movie marathon with my Dad. 

Was teased mercilessly for shooing an obnoxious insect. 

Found some 3D glasses that I WILL steal from my father. 

Celebrated Pioneer Day with the McNeil's. 

Lit lots of things on fire. 

Actually, 

watched Brian light lots of things on fire.

Acquired several mosquito bites.

Watched Boy Meets World. And Psych. And some creepish movies with my roommates.

In other news, I found this video on my camera. Enjoy!

Logan

Logan is killing me. The only interaction I've had with anyone all day is with the guy who lives upstairs. He has now borrowed the first five Harry Potter movies from me. He comes down, gives me which ever movie he has finished with, and asks for the next one. I give it to him, and he leaves. It started last night, and he's been here three times this afternoon. I thought about going up and watching it with them, but I didn't.
So instead, I've watched 8 episodes of Scrubs, started a blog, made fried rice... and that's it. I almost went running, but I waited too long. Now it's dark. I keep waiting for my roommates to come back, but I haven't seen anyone. Except the guy from upstairs.


Logan reminds me of this poem:

Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, "It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just sometimes it's kind of nice
To be the only bird in town." 

I really enjoy this poem. I think my time in Logan would be more enjoyable if I felt more like the bird. Or if it was a little closer to winter. One of my roommates is violently opposed to turning the air conditioning on, so we're sweating it out. 

Anyway. I'm on episode 9. 5 more weeks til school starts and Logan becomes populated again. But who's counting.

I wasn't going to blog...

Today, my Netflix isn't working. My apartment is roasting hot. Taylor is still at work. I have nothing to do. And I don't really have anywhere to go. So, I caved.  I sort of started half a blog for my mom when I moved out, but I haven't been very good at posting regularly. Or interesting..ly. It's been pretty boring. It will probably still be boring, but I've decided I'm going to try anyway.
So anyway. I'm blogging now. I'm sure you're really excited. :)