I know.

I KNOW that "mom is always right". Either it's because she knows you so well, she has eyes in the back of her head, or because she has super awesome psychic powers known as "mother's intuition". Whatever.

Mom, no offense, but did you really HAVE to be right on this one?

Fine, you win.

I haven't posted in about 28 days. I'm sorry, I know you were all just sitting on the edge of your computer seats each day as you checked for a new post and then...nothing. I hate to disappoint people. Unfortunately, school kind of took over my life. I HATE it when I have to do more important things.

But I'm back in Poulsbo now. I officially began the summer job hunt yesterday. I went to just about every store in the mall, picking up job applications and dropping off my curriculum vitae. I don't have a resume because I've only had one job. Sooooo...I have to emphasize my other qualifications. Because I have tons of them.

Anyway, I'm getting off track. I was being shamelessly charming at every clothing store, ice cream shop, Barnes & Noble, and greeting card store that I went into (I say this like there's a ton of each: there's not. The Kitsap Mall, for those of you who would understand this, would probably fit neatly into the University Mall in Orem three times). But I walked past the Pretzel Time and saw a familiar face looking back at me. I narrowed my eyes right back at him. See, last year I requested a job application at the Pretzel Time and the manager refused to give me one because of my lack of job experience.

Well. I took a cooking class this past year at BYU and I learned how to make soft pretzels one week. I must say, they were quite delicious.

So guess what, Pretzel Time manager??? My pretzels are better than yours!

HAH.

Dear Bald Man Who was Staring at Me,

Please don't leer at girls half your age, it's creepy. Especially when they're on a date. More important, pay attention to your wife, she needs it.

Respectfully,

Beanie

Dear Readers

Hello!

If there are any of you, that is. But aren't journal writing and blogging just socially acceptable forms of talking to yourself?

I'll start my blog with a funny story. Today, I was on the first floor of the library, which, for those of you who don't know, is in the basement and it's usually pretty deserted. I walked past a group study room, see something odd and stop. I kind of did one of those numbers where you take a few steps back and crane your neck around...but I was too afraid to look. I motioned to my friend to look in the window of the room. Her eyes looked like this,

O_O

See, there was a couple laying on the table MAKING OUT. You would think, if they wanted to get that hot and heavy, they'd go somewhere that people couldn't just peek in and see. But maybe they were studying anatomy and wanted to apply what they were learning.

So my friend pounded on the door and we ran off giggling like school girls. Oh wait, we are.

Bear with me, as this blog is a work in progress. I look forward to posting more and having you read about my adventures, haha.

--The Bean.