creep.

have you ever run in to someone that you met once long ago for like a second and so you both just pretend that you've never seen each other cause you don't wanna be creepy and then you relearn their name and their major and friends you might have in common? and even sometimes listen to stories you've already heard before?

i haven't. and i hate it when people do that. they're willing to look retarded in exchange for not looking 'creepy'. bless their creepy little hearts.

in my experience, it always goes like this:
the other person pretends they don't know me or that they vaguely remember meeting me but don't know where or how or why. but me, i'm not afraid to say,

"oh hey, i remember you. we met like 4 months ago because my friends wanda and sassy had a movie night and we talked for like a min and oh.. you're majoring in asian studies. right? right. i totally remember! and you like it but you don't really know what you'll do with it except live with some asians. oh and you were dating that one girl! are you still together? oh and i remember how you told me that one story about how one time you were in class and someone said that one thing and everybody laughed! haha that was a funny story... you really don't remember me?!"

creepy?

charming.

Yesterday, a few of my pals and I went hot tubbing. My friend Kraig's little ginger brother, Eric, is quite the charmer. He gets it from Kraig, no doubt. Well, he has a long protruding hair very near his nipple. And he was showing it off. Well, the hot tub was full of people, and after bucking up some courage Eric went over to an unknown girl in a modest swimming suit and said, "I noticed you've been checking out my nipple. Wanna touch it?" She respectfully declined.

pops

I have the best one in the world.
AKA Father, Dad, Daddy, Pappy, Daddio, and probably some more.
He's bald, he's buff, and he looks really good with scruff.
D'you wanna know why he is so cool?

Cuz.

He's classy.

He's coordinated.

He's romantic.

And then some.

He's the coolest.

One time while playing Scrabble he tried to put "Hogfat".

One time in high school when I was taking the class of death, Chemistry, I was on what Mom and Dad called "Mandatory Study Time" because of crappy grades. Dad was helping me with chemistry because that's his forte. I was frustrated and mad when I came across an element, Selenium. Dad said, "It's Selenium Dion!" Humor like this is what got me through those nights. And I've never thought of Chemistry, or Celine Dion, the same since.

I went home for the weekend a few months ago and I needed to tell Mom and Dad about my Dietetics program since I had just gotten in. There's a really expensive internship I have to do and it's a year long after I graduate. So I started to tell them about it.
Me: "Dad, I have some kind of bad news..."
Dad: "What? Are you pregnant?!"

I love my dad.

Oh. Btw, I'm not pregnant.

whistle

Allergy season is here. And with it comes something that I've never had a huge problem with before.

I'm whistling all the time.

I can't fall asleep because of it. I try to stop, but I just can't help it. I wake up in the middle of the night whistling and it takes me ages to fall back asleep. I just can't stop.
Don't you just love a stuffy nose?

number 4

Last week I got my 4th cruise out of the way. My fam went on the Freedom of the Seas for a week. It was an excellent ship. Complete with a rock wall, Flowrider, and ice skating rink.

We left for our voyage Saturday night (May 14) at 11:00. Our flight left around 1 am. When we landed in Atlanta for our connection to Orlando, I felt like death. It was 5 am Utah time and I hadn't slept all night and I was on an airplane. Blerg. But it ended up being quite worth it as we got on the ship that afternoon at Port Canaveral. It was the biggest ship in the dock. We ate at the buffet, took naps in our staterooms, ate a fancy dinner, and Lindsay and I checked out the hot tubs.

Monday was when the real fun began. The Flowrider was running that morning. I needed help getting out, as I'd never done it before and it is a pretty hard task. I did pretty well for a while. But I kept turning and falling. I did a 180 though. Unintentionally, but still.

Don't worry, though. By the 3rd day I was pushing myself out. And by the last day I was going out from the top... which is fairly difficult. Lindsay and I were the only girls that did it. But still don't worry. All my sisters were the only girls that went pretty much everyday. Other girls would try once or twice then ditch. But no, us Jenkins girls were determined to succeed. And that's what we did.

We also did some rock climbing. It was fun. And really high.

Tuesday we hit our first port: Labadee, Haiti. This is the ships private beach, so we just laid out and swam.

Wednesday we hit Jamaica. We got a driver, Conrad, who took us to Dunns River Falls. We climbed the water fall twice. I did this with Lindsay, Mom, and Dad a few years ago and we loved it so much we had to do it again with the whole fam!

Thursday was Grand Cayman. That's where we swam with some stingrays.

Friday we went to Cozumel, Mexico. We snorkeled there.

Every night we had dinner at this fancy restaurant. Honestly, it wasn't that good. But it was still really fun. They also had a little pizza place that I went to pretty much every day. It was waaay good. And on one of the last nights, Lindsay and I went to the buffet and found that they had some Indian food!

Saturday was another ship day. Flowrider, napping, and food was pretty much what my day consisted of. It was super fun.

Moral of the story: Best cruise ever. I'm already cruise sick.

utah?

Sometimes you go on a cruise where there is an extremely handsome British male crew member who has a really nice accent and works at the Flowrider where you go every day on that cruise. And sometimes said hot British man helps you get on the rider since you've never done it before. And sometimes you think about that man, "What would it be like to be that good looking?"

And then you wonder,
"Why do I live in Utah?"

mr kingston

Also known as Sean.

He is a black majesty.

I would know. I saw him Friday night free of charge at my school. Well, unless you count the thousands spent on tuition. If you do, then this was the most expensive concert I've ever been to.

The action started at 3:00 with locals bands playing till 8:00. The Fictionist and Allred were the highlights of that portion.





Another highlight was a gay cross dresser dancing seductively. His name was Peter. And still is.
Well, I was dared to ask to get a picture with Peter. And in return I would receive $4.50. So I went up to him and said, "Can I get a picture with you? You dance so majestically." And in as gay of a voice as he could muster, he said, "Sure."



Oh, and everyone stared as we posed.

At 8 o'clock it was time for Black Majesty to perform. But his DJ decided to take the spotlight for like 20 minutes before Sean came out.
Finally the moment came. But his performance was kind of lame cause he just sang along to his recorded songs. This is why rock concerts are so much better.

Three best things about Sean:

1. How incredibly big he is.
2. That he actually wore bling. (Huge diamond necklace and a diamond watch).
3. His Jamaican accent.

Three worst things about Sean:

1. He's pretty cocky for a fat guy.
2. He doesn't care about his fans. He just likes his fame and moneyz.
3. His best songs are Duets, which he obviously couldn't do alone.

I didn't get any pictures of him because I didn't bring my camera. Dang. I was in the middle of the crowd where there is no room for cameras. There was hardly even room for me!

Well, I'm feeling like I'm letting go.
Peace.