I had a dream...

I dreamt that I went on an adventure with Cait Christensen and Aubree Johnson. 

This is Cait. We are pals.

This is Aubree. We are not so pal like.
So it's kinda random that she was in this dream.

We ventured through water lines, old abandoned water plants, flooded dams and man made waterfalls. On one particular leg of the adventure, we came to a shallow pool of water that spilled over a small man-made waterfall into a HUGE, DEEP, SCARY pool of water that was flooding and violently swirling. The catch? We couldn't TOUCH the man-made waterfall. We had to swing over it. And there to make sure the rules were abided? Patrick Star. With an authoritative mustache.

This is Patrick Star. He was my childhood obsession.

Cait went first. She swung over the waterfall into the thrashing water. Thunk! We all thought she had sunk but it turns out the flooded pool was only 3 inches deep. Cait immediately turned into a tall man. With a three piece suit. And a top hat. Aubree and I were extremely weirded out at this point and refused to jump into the pool for fear of turning into a well dressed man.

The End.

I'm growing my hair out. Immediately.

I woke up to this message in my inbox this morning:

You are..Really damn cute. Idk how I didn't notice you in h.s. Hmm, I should've paid attention more ahha.


Flattering, right? Wrong.


It came from a she. Like a girl. I hope you're thinking... "Ooooohhh...." Not so flattering anymore. : / I mean, that is REALLY kind to let someone know you think they're cute. Really. It is. And I like this girl. She's a sweetheart. But when they're lesbian, and you're not. (Like, I'm really not lesbian. Not even close to being one.) It makes things really awkward.
I tried to be nice. I really did! I wrote back:


Ha! Thanks! We used to be PE buddies. Remember?


She responds:


Honestly, I really don't remember. Ha. I was normally on something every single day. Buuut, I'm surprised I don't remember /: feckin' A. You'd think I'd remember someone as cute as you haha


Tell me, HOW DO I RESPOND TO THAT?? *Sigh* I can't do this anymore. I'm growing my hair out. Long, luscious, drug-free, lesbian-free hair. 

A Guy In His Underwear.

Today, I discovered one of my Creative Arts buddies from last semester is in my Sociology class. I was overjoyed! He's a cool cat. We sat together in class and he walked me to my next class even though his leg hurt from "A tree attack..." while snowboarding. How sweet right? Wrong. 

I have a wonderful boyfriend. He'd walk me to class even if a bear had just ripped his leg off and thrown it across The Quad. So, walking me to class with a limp? Not impressed. 

Anyway, I'm putting out those strong "Let's Just Be Friend" vibes, just in case, (I'm assuming he and his old girlfriend are "no longer") when he stops me in front of my next class and asks if I'm busy on Saturday. In the process of answering that I definitely would be, a man a few yards away begins screaming. Perfect.

He pulled his shirt off. Threw his backpack down. Waved his arms. And then it came. Yep. The pants went down. Yes. 

So I'm SUPER distracted at this point. And Creative-Art's-Buddy is giving up hope of having a date? Hanging out? I'm not sure what he was asking for. (Girls never know what guys want these days.) Either way, Creative Arts buddy had an epic fail today. He may be cute. But you'll never get a date with a girl that has the CUTEST boyfriend and is standing a few yards away from a screaming man in his underwear. 

Promptastic.

Today I realize how grateful I am for promptings. Without promptings, I would be in a very different place right now. Listen to the little spiritual prods, and get awesome life bonus points. Thanks Promptings! Awwww shucks. I'm blessed.

The Christmas Cave Adventure

Last night was: The Christmas Cave Adventure. Yes. I titled my evening. Neil thought it was tacky too. But I felt it was fitting. I discovered my new favorite cave. Canteen Springs Cave. It was deliciously cool. It's spoiled with lots of features and tight little squeezes that remind me to never let my hips get any bigger. And to make the cave even better, a dude got trapped inside under a boulder last week. There were still blood marks on the rocks. I know that shouldn't make it cooler, I know, I know. But... GAH! Bloody cave=5 points more awesome on my Awesome Things Scale (ATS). And the guy lived. So no biggie.

Little Ice Buddies! Formed in Canteen Springs. Credit goes to Neil and his phone.

When we finished with the cave business, Jane, Bryan, Neil, Liz and even Meo (what the heck happened to Layne?!) helped decorated the tree that Neil and I cut down with Neil's family in Morgan. Ok lie. Neil cut it down. I was more like the tree cutting cheerleader. Whatever. Anyway, I think the tree is perfect. Jane and I think we could even leave it up till March.

Suprise suprise. Another bad picture. Ignore my teary eye and 3 front teeth that seem to be levitating to a new area of my face. Instead, focus on those Christmas trees (one for us, one for Cindy)!! 

Bad picture. I know. (Unfortunately, my camera continues to...not work.) BUT here is  our cute little Christmas tree all decked up!

2 Words: New. Closet.

I know. It may seem like I've run out of things to blog about, BUT this is extremely exciting for me.


Fun/interesting facts about my new closet:
It's really cool.
Neil built it all by himself and he didn't even feel good.
Neil built it in a single day.
There are 16 slots for hanging pants.
It's custom fit to my awkward room.
It says "Made with love, Dr. Neil Donald Johnson".
It put's Jane's closet to shame. Sorry Jane.

No this isn't my new closet. This is the pre-new-closet picture...  While rolling the stupid thing around it snapped, I tried to hold my closet up and save it for at least 10 minutes, I finally failed and watching my closet break and crumble to the ground. My heart crumbled a bit too.

This is Jane's closet.

This is me. Dying of happiness because I have my very own custom fit closet. Yes, happiness is killing me.

Thanks Neil! You're so talented.

Polygamy.

HAPPY STORY:
I'm really hoping that you're looking at the title of this blog and thinking..."Oh. Hm. Katie is getting into the plural marriage thing." Well, not exactly. This title refers more to the cave names: Polygamy Cave and Polygamy's End. This weekend I had the opportunity to explore these caves and go spelunking with Lance and some of his fellow friends. And when I say spelunking I mean, SPELUNKING. The hardcore kind were you feel super cool cause you are wearing a grungy suit and you have this equipment attached all over you to keep you from plummeting to your death and stuff. This was my first caving experience and I absolutely LOVED every little bit. Loved it. Passionately. I don't want to get all braggy or anything, but I think I could be pretty good at it. Professional even. Ok joke, I'm getting a big head. But, I'm awkwardly flexible which comes in handy when trying to squeeze ones body through a narrow little crack. And trying to squeeze through stuff just so happens to be more thrilling than I had imagined. So, I hope I can lurkily invite myself on more trips. Cause, that'd be pretty fantastic. For me anyway... *basks in the selfishly, lurky, and thoughtless moment she's having*

Of course my camera is submerged underwater and Neil is to cool to model all his excellent gear anyway. So I found this really lame picture on google images. Just so you children can get a better mental picture of how cool I am. You're welcome. 

SAD STORY:
I know. I'm doing it. I hate to be a Debbie Downer but I must tell a sad story on my lets-stay-positive-and-upbeat-blog. This sad story is actually my happy story (above) from someone else's eyes ...Neil's eyes to be exact. While I was having a magical time in caves, Neil, who was supposed to be with us on this adventure, had to work. Can I get a "BOOO...." from my blog followers? Yea. Major boo moment. And not only did Neil not get to go, he had to give ME all of his caving equipment to use. Big deal. Because this equipment cost him 100's of dollars, took time to get, and was all BRAND SPANKIN' NEW. On top of that Neil's one true love is now caving. Yes. He's literally attracted to them. He obsesses over caves, reads about caves, spends countless hours studying them on the internet, he talks about caves, I bet he dreams about caves, and I'm secretly willing to bet he's aspiring to live in one someday (cave sweet cave). So for me to be going with all of his stuff and him having to stay home, I could here his heart crack a little. Neil is an absolute sweetheart. That boy is golden. I greatly under appreciate him and all he does for me. Lance made the comment "I can't believe you took his stuff and just went caving without him! I'll be surprised if he's still around for you when you get home." Dang. Lance is right. If I would have been Neil, I would have thrown my ascender at my own face, rolled a rock over me, and ran away. Woah woah woah. I just read over that. I swear I'm not condoning physical abuse. The point I'm trying to make is: I feel bad that I had such a marvelous day and Neil sacrificed to make mine that good while his was kinda lame-ish. I hope some parts where good. Either way, thanks Neil.

In other news:

I was Juuudy The Lawrence Welk singer with little hands for Halloween. Bomin'.
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