Saturday, October 31, 2009

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Home teach

Remember Austin and Ethan? My home teachers? Well I finally got to meet the two of them the other day. It was a brief interaction but it left me rather impressed.

Lets start with the fact that they were late, which I know sounds bad but they called me to let me know. Good work boys. Seriously, boys that are going to be late and dont call... hideous. So I liked that they valued my time enough to not keep me waiting for them to show up when they were gonna be late.

Now they came in, introduced themselves and we did the classic small talk. But they didnt draw it out. Thats definitely one of my favorite things. When the meet and greet part was over they didnt try to make it last longer. It didnt feel forced. It didnt feel awkward. It was awesome.

But I think the best part was the lesson. It was short and sweet. To the point. And had a good message. They shared the responsibility. And they spoke from the heart. Sincerity. There is nothing better. And thats really all it took.

They're cute kids. And seeing as I've never really had consistent home teachers before it was kinda nice. Oh ok... and they're cute. In the looks sense hahah - thanks Elders Quorum for hooking a girl up. If I have to meet once a month I appreciate them not being hard on the eyes.

Am I right or am I right.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Tis' The Season

To mention how Halloween is only the GREATEST holiday of all time. Want a great holiday? I'll give you the check list.

1. Make candy a major focus. Seriously could you be winning me over anymore? I think not.
2. Allow dressing up. Who doesnt love getting to be some alter ego you have lurking in the back of your head one night a year? I freaking love dressing up. I love how I come up with an idea and then make it real. And I love when it works out how you envisioned it. Dressing up. It is the bomb. Cause who doesnt love showing off how creative they are?
3. Have pumpkin pie a staple. MMm... I will take love in the form of pumpkin pie please.
4. Involve a time where strangers get to oo and ah in a not creepy way. Strangers wanna give love too. And Halloween is the perfect time for them to show it. Via Candy. Stranger Danger? It doesnt exist on Halloween!
5. Require only a love of fun. Seriously - how much fun is Halloween? So much fun.

So if I could, I would show you all pictures of every year I ever dressed up for Halloween (but I was camera retarded back in the day) :( So sadly the last four years of my life will have to suffice.

This was the year I realized that if you arent gonna go hardcore you are not having as much fun as everyone around you. I was super lame this year. I went from Grade 12 dressing totally awesome 80's to this. Even now when I look back I shake my head at how lame I was. All four of us roommates were in love with Austin Powers movies that year (and I have no idea why) and we wanted to be go-go 70's inspired girls for Halloween. Clearly Royall and I didnt quite make that happen. I blame it on the fact that I didnt just happen to have any purple/pink spandex pants lying around. And seriously why am I making such a seduction face in this photo.
Its a bit much.

Enter the year of the gypsy.
Anyone who knows any of my family dynamic knows that in my first year of University my brothers (and I mean that in the broad "all the boys living at my house" sense) decided I was a gypsy. They saw one picture of me that reminded them of a gypsy. And it kinda stuck. They tried to have Ryder learn to call me gypsy (which totally failed! HA).
So of course I had to be a gypsy for Halloween. And it was pretty spot on if you ask me.

Yup. Thats right. I was a bum. A straight up, picking through your trash, bum.
And it quite possibly was one of the funnest costumes I've done. Probably cause I thought it was hilarious.
Best comment from someone about my costume:
"Melissa. You are a cute girl. Why would you do this to yourself?"
Favorite find from this costume:
My hobo sweater. I wear it to study all the time.
Dont worry I washed it.

La la la... Mermaid.
This one was another personal favorite.
And yes... if you look closely my "fins" combined with the floor are pulling my pants down. Pretty sure I flashed someone.
Hence the face.
I spent the whole nite batting my eyelashes and singing ridiculous nothing songs.
It was awesome.

And this year?
You will just have to wait and see what I've come up with.
I love Halloween!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

If You Cant Trust, You Cant Be Trusted

Honesty is the one quality that I always find impressive. Honest people are so real to me. And so brave. Probably because when they choose to share a piece of themselves, I understand the kind of trust that involves. Maybe its not this way for everyone, but for me, letting people see me for who I am, involves a lot of trust. And well, I'm rather realistic about people. And their lack of deserving a lot of my trust. Because there is so much that we hold dear to ourselves and keep secret from the world. And having people know the little things that show my frailties and weaknesses is a big step for me. Having them know my vulnerabilities, the things I hold dear... its all tough for me. Because I can front like the best of them. And sometimes its hard to let people in and show yourself, the real you. Because when you trust, you have to take the risk that one day you could be betrayed.

I happen to have a very strict definition of friendship. Its that people that know nothing about what I really think and feel, arent my friends. But I came to the realization that I wanted people to see me for who I was. And I wanted to hope and trust and be honest. I wanted to grow. And be the kind of person I admire. The kind of person that people are drawn to because they know me. Which I know seems really basic, but being an extraordinary fronter, sometimes I get so good, that I become surrounded by a group of "friends" that dont know me at all. And to me, that is worse than being alone. In fact, I would rather be alone in that case. Because at least in my solitude I know who I am. And there is no fakeness. Because for me, being fake is beyond painful. And I want to be the kind of person who can share honest things, personal things...

And I think its been a growing process for me. Because once upon a time, there was someone who knew me for who I was. Knew that I am so not one of the cool kids, that I get really shy when I dont feel like I fit in, that I'm not brave. And this person one day just decided they wanted nothing to do with me anymore. Rejection of any sort leaves its impact. But I've done alot of growing since that moment. And it was painful, as most growing is. But I'm not unhappy with the process. And slowly I think I've become less of a fronter. Dont get me wrong, I still keep alot close to the chest, but I think more people have a better picture of who I am. Not as many false perceptions floating around out there.

But its tough, deciding where the line is. The line of people knowing you and them getting too close. Maybe its not tough for everyone, but it is for me. In the back of my mind I recall my mother telling me one day in the car this: "Melissa, one day you may regret sharing so much of yourself with (Insert person's name that I'm keeping secret). You ought to be careful about how close you are and how much of yourself that you give. Because twenty years from now you may regret it." My mother probably doesnt realize it even but I have thought about that conversation alot. I have thought about regret from being too close. And I've tried to figure out the line. The line that allows me to avoid regret. And minimize pain of betrayal. Because I do tend to be more closed off. And opening up has been a big deal to me. But I still dont know where it is.

There is something about being honest, that while freeing, is one of the hardest things to do. But I'm coming to discover that if I cant trust, I dont deserve to be trusted.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


Dumb Dumb Dumb

Oh! I am so ticked.
I'm sitting right now in my Remo class. Learning the DUMBEST thing I've ever heard. We're talking about esthetics (aka how your teeth look) and my teacher is talking about putting spaces between teeth, stain, crappy looking restorations, wear facets. On DENTURES! What is the point? I dont get it. That is the dumbest thing to me. Why on Earth would you want to add little visual defects that make what you made look crappier? Seriously what the heck? I just dont get it.

I think we have different definitions of esthetic. I dont care what anyone says. These ladies are crazy. And on our weekly quiz they inputted the wrong answers. Is it wrong to want to bring back stoning people to death? Burning people at the stake? Too much? Ya I didnt think so. Remo... I so wanna fight you right now.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

I can be anything you want me to be. What am I?

The first twenty seconds or so are absolutely breath taking to me. And it stirs in me a subtle ache that I forget I have sometimes. I love water.

It reminds me of summer swim lessons with my cousins. That week of swimming everyday was always heaven for me. We go everyday, and between all us kids we'd be there all day. Whitney, Julie and I would play in the observation deck where its almost uncomfortably warm. We'd run through the University halls. And we'd fawn over the new swim goggles that we were sure we desperately needed. And no swim day was complete without a trip to the vending machines for savored candy that was always sticky by the time it fell into our wet little fingers. We'd make up games in the water I only vaguely recall. And after our swim lesson we'd go to the showers. I love the feeling of hot water pouring over my head. And I dont know how our mothers handled the fact that we would spend hours in the showers playing, while they patiently waited. I love water.

I think for me it was less the swimming and more the water.

But swimming allows me to be in the water. So sometimes I forget why I stopped swimming. Because on the occasions that I've found time to go swim lanes, I always remember how natural being in the water feels. And when I'm in shape and in practice, I feel like I can breath there. There's a calming rhythm to it.

There is nothing quite like sliding from the cold tile floor into the cool water. You glide right through and I always catch my breath. Holding onto the edge of the pool, getting used to the temperature of the water. I love the feeling of weightlessness. And I love that as I begin to propel my body forward, the water rushes past me. I steady my breath and try to remember the shape to hold my arm, my hand, and to kick. And I count. 1, 2, 3 Breathe. 1, 2, 3 Breathe. And I think. I love the muffled sound of the water. I love that it drowns out everything else.

(P.S. I'm pretty sure those are whale sharks at the start. Yes I love shark week. And I've swum with Manta Rays before, like put my hand out and let them swim past me as I felt their bellies... feel free to be jealous.)

Something Exciting.

So it is official.
Both my mom and my dad are coming to see me.
Am I excited? Ya that might be an understatement.
You see, my dad has an interesting way of working sometimes.
He'll tell me something isnt happening that I want to happen.
Like when he told me my first year of university that there was no way I was going to ever have a car at school.
And then he'll get an idea in his head. And go ahead with said idea without a word to anyone else.
Like the fact that he randomly took me on a drive to show me my mom's hair dressers car to make sure I approved before he bought it for me, so I could have a car my first year of University.
Sometimes he's silly like that. But he likes things to be his idea. And I'm fine with that. It usually works in my favor anyways.

So in the summer time, when I thought of this semester, I was more than convinced that it would be a long semester spent away from the family. No coming home for Josh's farewell. And no one would have time to visit me this time around. But my dad, sneaky guy that he is, decided that instead of going to a dental conference he'd take that time to come see me. And bring my mom too. I'm sure my mom is quite pleased too.

Cause really, they are coming Novemeber 6 - 11. That is almost a week. Sadly I'll have to spend alot of our time studying. And hopefully they'll enforce that because spending time doing nothing with them is quite alluring. But my dad told me they aren't coming to distract me. They're coming to give me some extra support and feed me. :)

I like that. But for real I'm worried. Boards. Can I mention how they are looming over my head? Because they are. I suppose its time for a progress report.

This is where I'm at.

And recall that this is what needs to be done.

Bet you're feeling really happy you arent me right now.
Ya. I dont blame you.
Especially cause I know that while I've read those flash cards on the left, they are definitely not committed to memory. And I've discovered that I recognize too many words to have guessing work in my favor. Stupid word recognition. Now I just need to remember what the words mean and I'll be set.

Yikes. I just remembered how intense that whole remembering is gonna be.
Freak I'm terrified.
Is it too early to start crying?
I might go with that.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Want Teeth?

I can do that.
Yup today's Remo (aka making dentures) featured yours truly placing teeth.

Does it look like it took forever?
Cause it did. Those twelve little teeth caused me to lose my pants (it was hot working with bunsen burners - dont worry I still had another layer on) and work silently for > 4.5 hours.

But I'm not completely unpleased
with the result.
The placement looks alright.
Too bad I have no idea what the
point of this is.
Cause this doesnt go in the patients mouth... seeing as it isnt the real denture.

Please ignore that I am hideous today. But I have no idea how people that make dentures do it. Its takes so freaking long. I dont even know how I'm gonna do it for my practical.

In other news - it is freezing in Boston. Ok not snowing. But really cold!
Ok I'm a wuss now. Dont judge.
And I re-discovered why I bought my winter jacket last year.
I love it and its cozy warmth.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Love of the Moment

1. Pandora Radio
Hello beautiful music.
You create random stations that play a collection of music thats similar to the band or song I initially typed in. You let me find new artists and songs to fall in love with. You make it so my iPod is always fully stocked. I am in love.
Sadly you arent very friendly to your neighbour up North.
Yup, sad fact - Pandora hates Canada.
So you might want to find yourself a zip code before you check this one out.

2. Something To Tame The Girls
(ae Ruffle Tankini)
Like most girls, I'm completely racist against swim suits.
I hate them.
But this little one looks like it could potentially be awesome.
Cause lets be serious, far too many swim suits are all about the cleavage.
Which is super awkward (dont lie you think so too).
Only the super flat look good with cleavage.
There I said it.

Don't agree? Fight me.

3. Other People's Romances
If there is anyway I can live vicariously through someone else's love life...
oh I will do it in a heart beat.
Wanna share your happily ever after? I will totally stalk that.
Call me nosy. I just dont give a care.
I call it educational.

Plus, dont pretend you arent wanting to shove your fairy tale romance in someone's face.
I will be that face.
I'm a team player. Take one for the team. That sort.

4. Owl City
Bonnie. You are the greatest for introducing me to these guys.
And yes, I have a Pandora "Owl City" Station.

Dont believe? Take a listen.
You wont regret.

5. Blousy Polka-dots
(Anthro Vermillion Acres Tunic)
P.S. who knew Polka dots was spelled that way.
I say it Poke - a - dot... apparently that is wrong.
This blousy number. Tell me you dont love it.
I love everything about it.
It just looks so freaking romantic with its wispy sleeves and longer in the back body.
I dont know that I could necessarily pull it off...
But boy would I want to.

6. Gorgeous Scenery
New England in the fall.
Its supposed to be the most breath taking time to be here.
Have I personally seen any of it?
Sadly I dont leave my cute little two block radius in the city.
But that doesnt mean I dont appreciate it.

7. Darling Flats
(J. Crew Colleen Rose Flats)
Big flowers seem to be all the rage.
And well, I'm susceptible as anyone to the range of mass media telling me this is adorable.
Ok fine world. Its adorable. In all its forms.
Though lately I'm hating on shoes.
The only shoes that never let me down are my KVD Vans.

They fit like a glove. Not too big. Not too small.
I guess thats what happens when I can actually order my size (9.5).
Stupid companies that sell only even numbers. Hate you.

8. NBC's Community
Havent heard of this little gem? Shame on you.
Its ridiculously funny.
I'd have to say that in general I've been pretty disappointed with the tv this year.
Maybe I've changed? More likely, the story lines are weak and the writers not as sharp as they used to be.
But witty banter. Oh... Gets me every time.

If you like funny, you will like Community.
Its completely absurd. But I love it.

9. Hello Best Sweat Capris Of My Life
(Lulu Crop)
Seriously, you cannot go wrong with Sweat capris. Ya just cant.
These particular ones are a great length.
A little longer than typical bermuda shorts but not quite capri length.
Plus these have a secret hidden pocket in the front waist band - which I maintain is better than the stupid zippered pockets that are usually put on the back below the waist band.

Why is it better you ask? Good question you.
Lets do a little comparison.
Say you are running. And hate carrying your keys. And dont support being locked out,
therefore you have to bring your keys. Sound familiar?
Well back zip waist band pocket - has your keys bouncing all over the place. Mostly cause the keys are below the waist band and not securely compressed into your body. I hate the sound of jingling keys as I run. I hate knowing that as I run towards people they can hear me approaching. I'm all about the sneak attacks.
Which brings me to why the front hidden waist band pocket is amazing.
Those keys get tucked right close to your body. No jingling keys. Perfect sneak attack capris.
Dont lie. You'll realise how great they are now that I've mentioned it.
You're welcome.

10. Ben Folds
Why did I used to be so racist against him?
I liked Ben Folds Five (a band he was in). But whenever anyone brought up Ben Folds,
I would cringe and recall not liking him.
Though I'm starting to realize that I may have completely fabricated that memory of not liking him.
Cause boy do I. Like him that is.
This video is aight.
Mouths dont always match the music.
But I like it.

11. ... ... ...
Is this picture displaying my new found romantic love?
Love the glasses right? Picturing his pocket protector?
He's displaying my love of sleeping.
If I have a spare moment I usually fill it with sleeping. Heck, even if I dont have a spare moment.
My classmates have started to wonder if I'm narcoleptic when I tell sleeping stories.
I just really love sleeping.

12. Hooded Jacket
(Urban Outfitters Hooded Dress Coat)
Can I mention how much I love your nipped in waist? Cause I do.
And your hood? With its "red-riding-hood-esqe" feel... mmm.

Whats your latest love of the moment?
Leave me a comment and let me know.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Home Teach Me

Dear Brother Lowry,

Myself (Austin Brashears) and Ethan Hatch have been assigned to be your home teachers from the University Ward for this year. We are very excited to meet you and get started on our home teaching so please let us know when in the next few weeks you are available.

Austin Brashears

*Should I be worried that my home teachers call me "Brother"?
**To be fair Austin emailed apologizing for calling me Brother. Apparently he got copy paste happy. Poor child. Happens to the best of us.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Stuffed With Love

Its nights like tonight that make me wish I had someone. Not because I hate being alone... no, more like it'd be fun to have someone to share things with. Like the fact that I made stuffed peppers. And they were good. Brittney tipped me off to the Kraft website. Which is brilliant. And inspired me to try something not dessert related (cause thats really the only kind of cooking I usually do). I mean, lets not pretend... I made cookies too. But I tried a main course dish for once. It was really really easy.
It called for simulated beef pouches.
Hello. I'm from Alberta. We dont do "simulated beef"

So I mixed the beef, salsa, corn, instant rice and water together. Cut some peppers and then stuffed them.

Covered them with tinfoil and popped them in the oven.

Then uncovered and baked some cheese on top.

And Viola!
Something mouth watering.

Dont be hatin.
If you were here you
coulda had some.

What do you think?
Will my recent domestication
reel in some visitors?

Stuffed Peppers
1 lb. ground beef
1 can (12 oz.) whole kernel corn
1 cup salsa
1-1/2 cups water, divided
1-1/2 cups instant white rice
1/2 cup Cheese, shredded
3 large bell peppers, cut in half lengthwise, seeds removed

MIX 1 lb. ground beef, 1 can (12 fl oz / 341 mL) whole kernel corn and 1 cup each salsa and water in a large nonstick frying pan. Stir in 1-1/2 cups instant white rice. Bring to boil, stirring frequently. Cover and remove from heat; let stand 5 minutes. Add 1/2 cup grated Cheese; mix well.

CUT 1 each red, yellow and green bell pepper in half lengthwise. Remove and discard the seeds. Spoon burger mixture evenly into pepper halves; place in 13x9-inch baking dish. Pour 1/2 cup water into dish; cover with foil.

BAKE at 400°F for 30 minutes. Uncover; sprinkle with additional 1/2 cup cheese. Bake an additional 10 minutes.


Saturday, October 10, 2009

Dear Frankie

This is a must watch. I loved it.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

This Is What I Think Tonite

- Lately I've been really tired. So tired I am in physical pain. Physical pain being awake. Its ridiculous. And I've lost the uncanny ability to sleep comfortably and soundly during class. So I sit there, physically in pain I'm so tired. And sleeping during the night isnt going great. So I'm just really tired.

- My dental crew has started having "family dinners" once a week. Once a week somebody has everyone over and we have a classic dinner. The food is amazing. The dental crew (which includes the significant others) are hilarious. Its become one of my favorite times of the week. And everyday I am so freaking grateful for the dental friends.

- I'm trying to wrap my head around the pressure I feel at school. Boards, practicals, written tests, procedures, skill sets. Today it felt like too much. But I just stayed and practiced for my practical tomorrow. And came home and ran, even though I didnt feel like it. I guess thats life. Sometimes doing things even though you dont want to.

- I've been thinking about priorities. Since watching conference, I've been trying to re-align my priorities again. Sometimes I feel like thats all I do. But can I talk about how amazing conference was? It was powerful. Really really powerful.

- I miss the Chiropractor. And getting massages. And the kink in my neck keeps reminding me.

- My sniffer has been randomly smelling weird things. Only for a brief moment, but they are weird smells. When I went to start drilling today all the sudden I smelt cadavers. When I walked home I smelt acrylic. While I was running I smelt sulfur. Boston smells strange.

- Its supposed to rain in Connecticut this weekend so Sheila might just go to watch her friend run the marathon. Which would mean she wouldnt even go home at all. Which would mean no apple festival or thanksgiving. And in that case I dont think I'd come with. I'm a wimp when it comes to sitting in the rain. Its unfortunate but oh well.

- That my head hurts and I'm tired. Too tired to concentrate. Too tired to focus. Hopefully tomorrow is better.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Connect-e-cut Here I Come

Well folks. I am a lucky girl. Why you ask? Cause my roommate Sheila is awesome. I'll give you a few hints as to why.

She embraces Canadian holidays. And when her mother scoffs at the idea of her doing a turkey for Canadian thanksgiving, the Kelly family graciously steps in to indulge the whimsey of one Canadian far away from home. Thats right folks. Sheila's family is doing Canadian thanksgiving. I might make them honorary Canadians after this weekend.

Whats this you ask? A mountain of apples? A farmers market? No silly's... that would be the Apple Harvest Festival Sheila is going to take me to.

Yup... apparently Connecticut is this magical place where they have Apple Festivals - oh this is going to put the Taber Cornfest to shame. I mean apples... SO MUCH better than icky corn. And their apple fritters apparently drive house wives to fist fights. Am I going to gorge myself? Absolutely... would you expect anything less? I dont think so.

Sheila probably doesnt even know but it is secretly one of my future goals to run a marathon. Clearly I'm not there myself. But she has a friend who's running in one and we are gonna go cheer him on. Do I want to see someone run a marathon? Heck yes I do. If I plan on doing this someday I'd like to see first hand what its all about. And it'd only be a slight bonus if I watch someone collapse of exhaustion. And her friend picked out a spot where we can see him twice while he's running... I'm hoping we make signs. For real... Sheila I love signs.

Connecticut. What a strange land. I had to ask Sheila where it is. Apparently I have a horrible sense of geography. I'm excited for the many photo ops Connecticut will bring. And meeting Sheila's oldest friends and family... I'm rather excited. Plus there may or may not be a apple pie eating contest and a bed race involved. I like the sounds of Connecticut. Very whimsical with their bed races (seriously who knew those existed?).

What do you think?

Are you looking at the number one pie eater?
True or false: Those cheeks can hold alot.

Monday, October 5, 2009

.: So Sweet :.

Anyone who knows me knows I have one great love in this world.

C A N D Y > And right now I'm feeling like I could live on candy. And I think I kinda do. Healthy? Not in the slightest. Delicious? Absolutely. Dont worry I floss.

My favorites right now? Thought you'd never ask.

1. Sour Punch Straws

Sure these badboys will make your mouth go in a sugar overload. But isnt that the point of good candy? I personally like to lick all the sour sugar off first. Seriously my mouth is watering just thinking about it.

2. Chocolate Covered Pretzels
Ok fine. Technically these arent candy. But seriously. Can you go wrong with these?
I think not.

3. Sweet Tart Jelly Beans
I literally lived off these last Easter. Sadly that is the only time I've been able to find them.
Trust me though. They are just as good as they sound. And why wouldnt they be? They combine the delicious sweet tart flavor in jelly bean form. I'm in candy heaven.

4. Mike and Ike Lemonade Blends

People. These are AMAZING!
Generally Mike and Ikes dont whip me into a frenzy. But I could eat these all day long. They are my favorite candy of the moment.

So there you have it. If you havent tried any of these please do. You wont regret it.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

No Entrance

I just need to change my laundry quickly before Conference starts. Last load and then I will have all clean clothes. I'll just run quickly downstairs to the laundry in the basement. I will maybe gone a minute. Tops.

Holy the guys on the first floor are loud. Oh... Careful of the narrow stairs. Falling down would be brutal.

This laundry room is such a dungeon. Weird that the light is off in the hallway instead of over the machines where you'd actually need light. Just need to throw my laundry from the washer to the dryer, paying the eight quarter toll.

Oh, back to the stairs. Can I count going up and down these a workout? I hate stairs. Thank goodness I only live on the second floor. I better hurry. Conference will be starting soon.

I reach out my hand to turn the door knob. Locked. Quickly I remember that while I liked to leave the door unlocked while at home, my other roommates tended to lock it. And no one is home. Sheila has been MIA for a few days, and Lauren just left a few minutes before I went to change my laundry. Crap.

My phone is in the apartment. Who carries their phone to change their laundry anyways? Again, maybe I need to learn to be more attached to my phone. If I were to leave the building to try and find a phone at the school I could use, I'm not sure it would do me much good. First off, I dont know anyone's phone numbers. The laziness of having a cell phone saw to that. Secondly, if I leave and take the chance of finding say one of my classmates at school, I still dont have my roommates phone numbers. Thirdly, if I leave and dont find anyone, then not only am I locked out of my apartment but I'm also locked out of the building.

So leaving is out of the question. If only I had a credit card or some other card to slide in the door. I have a small amount of skill with opening doors with cards. Call it a well rounded elementary education. But I also dont carry my wallet when I change my laundry. I seriously need to start carrying more things with me at all times.

I have a bobby pin I found in the washer. Maybe I could pick the lock. How hard could it be to pick a lock? You just shove the end of the bobby pin in, twirl it around, try to move it this way and that. Hmm... that doesnt appear to be doing anything. Crap.

I could go ask the guys on the first floor to help me. But they are loudly watching some sort of game. I really dont want to do that. I could just wait for Sheila to come home. She is probably watching conference at the church. But conference just started. That could be more than several hours till she comes home. I really dont want to be sitting outside my door for hours. Ok fine. Its decided. I need help. Man I wish I knew someone to help me. I guess I'll see if the girls in the upstairs apartment will let me email/facebook Sheila. She gets mobile facebook updates. Maybe she'll come home and save me. Oh I hope they're home.

M: "Hi. I live in the apartment downstairs and I'm locked out."
K: "Do want to come in and wait?"