Girls that have never met are not meant to live together

Okay...I have to say my roomates are interesting...one is just plain psycho. The other is really sweet and nice but just young and annoying. Sometimes I feel like my apartment complex is just an extension of the dorms where people are yelling and screaming and throwing stuff at each other all the while yelling "holla!". Anywyas the nice/slightly overly enthusiastic one is always asking me to do stuff with her and her little friends which is so nice of her, but I never want to go because basically I just can't picture myself hanging out with her friends. I mean what would we talk about? I just always picture them sitting around talking about the lame guys in the ward that they like and stuff like that. I feel like my sarcasm would be completely out of place. Yet she keeps asking me to do stuff, she never gets the message. And I wish she would because every time one of the roomates tries to talk to me or whatever my blood pressure rises a little. And I don't know if it's just me or what but everytime someone knocks on the door to my room, I get all tense and nervous like wondering how I'm going to pass what feels like an eternity until either one of my roomates is done talking about whatever and they leave me alone. Like the psycho one will just come in and ask me my opinion on random stuff that I don't give a crap about either way, just to talk to me. I even get tense when I use the bathroom sink or mirror and she's in there. However, that's probably because sometimes I'll come into the bathroom and she'll be on the pot with the door open and all the lights off and it will scare the living daylights out of me. Ya you heard me...believe me I've asked her to shut the door to which she replied "sorry sometimes I'm just too lazy." Too lazy to shut the door while your dropping a bomb? Well get un-lazy cause nobody wants to witness that, believe me besides the fact that I jump every time it happens. Only 5 more weeks...then I'm free.

STOP THE SODA, START THE SUPPLEMENTS!

So today in Biochem (I know what your thinking, and yes I went to class) we learned about Calcium and Phosphate balance. I have learned about this many times before and know the consequences of eating or drinking foods that are high in phosphorous however today it really hit home. I mean, I was sick after. "Let me splain"...So because Ca and Phos always have to be in equilibrium in the blood. If there are high amounts of Phosphorous...the Calcium in the bone is pulled out of the bone and put into the blood so that it can be as high as the phosphophorous in the blood. And when you drink Diet Coke like I do (I mean it sucks because of the Aspartame already which attributes to "aspartame sickness":headaches, anxiety, increased heart rate, even psychosis in some states!) which is really high in phosphorous you are basically screwed because any excess phosphorous you can't use is excreted in the urine, and guess what since Ca and Phos have to always be in balance the Ca is excreted too. And it's hard enough for us women to get enough Ca anyways, even without throwing the whole phosphorous thing in there. And I'm lactose intolerant so milk is not an option, and it is the only really bioavailable source of Ca. Ca is not absorbed well from plant sources because of phytate compounds that block it's absorption. So word to the wise and to myself: STOP DRINKING SODA!!! AND...TAKE CALCIUM SUPPLEMENTS EVERYDAY!!! Supplements are as bioavailable as drinking milk. Now is the time. After age 35 your bone mineral density decreases by 1% a year no matter what you do!!! Okay...so it is definitely my resolution to stop drinking soda. ASAP. I might even form a support group. Like Diet Coke Anonymous. For all the coke whores out there. (obviously I'm not talking about the powdery substance you suck up your nose through a small straw.) I can't help those people...I don't even know if I can help myself. Debbie Downer...wha whaaah.

Why foul faced?

Oh ya...someone asked my why the blog is called foul faced and what that means...So I'll explain. Basically it's just a fun saying. But mainly it's just a saying I use in various settings. I'll give you the definition Balderdash style: foul face(fowel-fa-ce): When something is gross, appaling, unappealing or ugly. As in that monkey's butt with the dingleberry hanging off is foul faced. Or if someone fell out of the ugly tree and pretty much hit every branch on the way down, then that person is foul face or a foul face. Ya pretty much however you want to use it, it's pretty open. And I named the blog that, no...not because I am ugly..but I tend to not hold back on gross details or just inappropriate subject matter. And I tend to think fairly vulgar or crude things are hilarious. I mean my three favorite movies are Zoolander, Anchorman and Wedding Crashers. Anyways...So that's the name of my blog. Deal with it.

Weekends...

It was a long weekend...to sum up:

The highlights were:
1.My Aloha mango chicken salad at Rumb-I.
2.Frank Vitchert's gonna murder your a**!
3.The fact that when the weekend ends it's Monday and 24 is on.


The lowlights were:
1. Driving back and forth from Wendover
2. Buying this sweat suit at Wal-mart that I thought I liked well enough for working out, so I rip off the tags but then I decide I hate it. Now I'm stuck with it. This is why I don't buy cheap crap from Wal-mart. But I was trying to convinve myself I could be thrifty and that it was cool. But my roots always come back out and I realize that me trying to be cheap just results in more money lost in the long run because I loathe cheap clothes. But it's not like I do it on purpose, it's more of subconscious thing, I can't control it. I wish I could do it, believe me it would save me a lot of money and grief from my mother.
3. Not getting my .avi files of Lost to work on my ghetto computer. Gosh.

But it's monday in provo. The search for my eternal companion continues...lol. I don't think he's here.

Test Key

So today I just went and asked my teacher for the key to the test. She just gave it to me. No lecture. I guess it was all in my head. Pretty anti-climactic. I tried to quit diet coke today. It didn't work. Like it hasn't worked for the past 35 times I've tried to quit. It's like the second the headache comes on I cave. I have no pain tolerance. I'm in a rut. I need to make a change....can you hear Micheal singing it. Don't worry Miii-cheal.

Adventures in "nutrition"

So last night on my way to Wendover (for my job) I had had a diet coke. And we're driving and we hit Tooele, which is still about an hour outside Wendover, and I had to pee, but I was talking on the phone so I didn't get off. So the next stop isn't till almost to Wendover. I ended up stopping at the Bonneville Speedway because I had to pee so bad I couldn't hold it till we got to the hotel. I'm serious this was bad. I was sweating and even moving in the seat made me want to cry. I hobbled to the bathroom and pee'd for 4 and a half minutes. Out of control. I tried to quit the Diet Coke earlier that day but to no avail. I'm still trying though. That night I started to watch Donnie Darko and as soon as I heard that creepy voice "I've been watching you.." I had to turn it off. I was too scared. I'm going to try again tomorrow. So we go to Wendover to do community programs and stuff. But today was a hard day for me because we were teaching kindergartner's about eating dairy. Being lactose intolerant and the fact that I think it is horrible for you (atleast from the cows we get the milk from--who are drugged up on anti-biotics and growth hormone) it was hard for me to sing the song about happy cows planning to give their milk to make cheese, ice cream, yogurt and pudding. Riiiight. In reality these cows are not on a grassy knoll, but face to butt in dark cold stalls with pumps attached to their nipples. I desperately wanted to be the Neo in their lives giving them the red pill to rip them out of their rosy world and reveal the dark and cold reality of the dairy industry, but after all...they are only in kindergarten and that probably wouldn't have gone over very well with the government grant we're being paid by...oh well...another day another dollar...even us health and nutritionists gotta eat right? My brother would disagree.

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I'm so tired...NO TODD! NOT NOW!

I found this picture and I wanted to put it up because it makes me laugh. Llamapalooza ya! That llama scared me...notice how i'm pretty far away from it.
So I have 2 hours to kill before my next shoot myself in the face class. I'm listening to Talib Kweli right now. Got a love Kweli. I highly recommend his older CD Quality. Another good rap group is The Grouch. CD is Crusader for Justice. Bomb. So I might live in Pleasant Grove for the summer, in my brother's basement. Sounds lame but it's actually pretty cool. Ok, so I've been watching Lost. I finished the first season, and my friend Sam gave me the new season on burned CD's to watch with some program called VLC or VCL or something...I'm dyslexic sometimes. So last night I finally get it downloaded to my ghetto computer. (4 year old Mac ibook G3. ya i said G3.) And then it starts to play, but starts skipping the video and a message comes up..and basically tells me "your computer is too slow." that's exactly what it said. This message is popping up at like 1:00 am at this point. I was so pissed. So I might just have to wait till the DVDs come out. So I'm trying to pass the time so I don't cave, skip class and just go home. Here's another dilemma I've been struggling with...I never go to this one class because I'm retaking it and it's easy. So one day the teacher handed back the tests for us to correct and the key was posted somewhere in the building. So I'm not there so I don't get my test until like a week or two later. By then the key isn't up. And since I've gotten the test it's been two weeks or so. So I need to grade my test but I can't. The only way I can is if I ask the teacher for the key, which I'm afraid to do. The reasons why are three fold: 1. I don't like her 2. I'm scared of her 3. I'm afraid that me asking for the key will bring up many more questions and possibly a lecture on my not coming to class. I know the answer here is to just bite the bullet and go ask for the key, but I keep putting it off. I really need to do something about this passive aggressive behavior I've developed over the past few years. Or is it just ambivalence? Who knows...

That's hot

That's hot...I'm supposed to be in a group project right now...but i got side tracked looking at these pics...i just want to say that I finished all of 24 and I'm watching season five and it's the bomb. Jack Bauer is Bad A. If you want a good kiefer site..if you're obsessed like me, go to kiefer-rocks.com. You'll find this picture and many more.

My ADD is off the charts on Wednesdays

Okay...i have to sit in the same class for four hours on wednesdays. And needless to say it sucks. Sometimes it's even the same teacher for four hours. However we do get a ten minute break every hour. Sort of like a passing period I guess. I should be working on homework stuff right now but I'm brain dead from trying to supress my ADD for four hours which has resulted in neck and leg cramps and a headache. But during the four painfully long hours, in which I seriously consider screaming out loud at the professor and then walking out in the middle of the lecture for no apparent reason, I think about pretty much everything except for what the teacher is saying. I catch up on other homework and draw but mostly I daydream about being Jack Bauer's new love interest or how I should have gone into film instead of dietetics. I mean I would be happier holding the boom on some lame TV show set than I am now, I'm almost positive. But today I thought about how some people that I know have serious issues and how their issues are getting in the way of my happiness. For instance I was at the bus stop yesterday and I was standing across the street from the WILK talking on the phone. And I saw a car I know. And as a reflex I just turned the other way so I wouldn't have to look at this person head on. But what made me do that? Was it the fact that they are the rude ones so I felt lame? No..because I didn't. I just plain did not want to deal with seeing their face, because it reminds me of how I tried my hardest and it still didn't work. And those are the kind of things that are so frustrating and out of your control that you get an eating disorder from them. hahahaha...ok I don't have an eating disorder, and I don't care even half that much. But why didn't I just wave? In reality, I wish we could be friends. But it never seems to stay that way. And that makes me sad because it's like there is so much potential there, yet for some reason we just don't get off the ground...I guess WE'RE JUST NOT THAT INTO EACH OTHER...lol. You know that book? Maybe none of this made any sense...oh well. Me gusto.

24 is the greatest show on earth

So...i am now a 24 junkie. Sometimes I pretend that hand is mine...lol..not really. Well...anyways..I can't go a day without watching atleast one episode. However, it usually turns into like 10...then I realize it's 1 am and I have class at eight. But I have to know if Michelle has the virus, or if they're going to catch Saunders. These details are from season three which I finished within a day and a half. So ya I kept watching. Then when I finally finished it at 2 am I couldn't sleep...atleast not well.
I kept having dreams that I was helping Jack Bauer...I needed to upload the satelitte feeds to his cell phone or else the European terrorists were going to take over L.A. with the virus. And then the dream just skipped to me and Jack making out. Then we were being interrogated. And then jack was crying because he got the disease but didn't know it and of course, because we had been making out..i had it. Don't worry I woke up before the lesions started appearing on my face. Needless to say that dream was awesome. I didn't even know I found Kiefer attractive, but I guess I do.
Yes it has become a full blown bad habit. I'm afraid my school work might begin to suffer. But it's almost over. I've started season 4 and that's the last one. So if you've never watched it I highly recommend indulging yourself...but don't be surprised when you're driving to blockbuster at 12:30 to get the next disc. And don't blame me either...

Weebl and Bob

Do you ever watch weebl and bob cartoons? well they're hilarious so you should. Check this one out it's my favorite. I wish I talked like that...english accent, yet mildly retarded. When com bak...bing PIE!!!! I love pie.
Here's where you go: http://www.weebl.jolt.co.uk/pie
Enjoy!

Ok...i was just in class and I was totally spacing out because I was completely bored out of my mind. And out loud I said really sarcastically "Super!" And then my friends around me starting laughing and I didn't know why. But it occured to me that I had said it out loud. Wow. I have got to get a handle on that ADD.

Can someone tell me why dumb guys who are dating your friends answer their phone and insist on talking to you? Sorry that I don't want to act fake for ten minutes and have a forced awkard conversation with some random my friend is currently hanging out with. You don't know me, I don't know you...you're not funny.

My mom...

I just got off the phone with my mom, who apparently thinks the autonomic nervous system is called the automatic nervous system. And something about how hers is starting to shut down, which is why the inside of her nose is dry now and it never was before. Sometimes I just say ya every few minutes during our conversations which involve her talking and me simultaneously text messaging other people. Something else my mom does that's weird...well there are many things but one that kinda creeps me out..is she talks about my dad (who is deceased) like he's still alive. Like she'll say, "well then dad said to me you should do this....yada yada yada"...in her mind this is totally normal, and my dad is very much present in her consciousness. And hey maybe he is who knows...but I get confused every time she does it...like wait...when was this that he said that to you? Ohhhh...in your mind the other day...I get it. Gosh, I wish I was in touch with the spirit world like that.

Also...what's up with the Tahitian Noni Cafe? Weird.

Why valentine's day is lame

I slept in my car last night pretty much for the hell of it. But I woke up this morning with frozen condensation on the inside of the windows and my nose frozen. Let's just say...I'm going through a weird phase. Or are phases things that were supposed to end after your five. Like when I was five I wore this one shirt every day for like 2 weeks straight. I had to wear that one or I would throw a fit. This phase is different. Anyways...it's valentine's day...which i have to admit I really don't care a lot about. I'm babysitting my brother's kids right now. Basically I just want to finish school and get the hell out of provo. Who cares about some lame holiday. Ok maybe I do just a little bit. But that sucks. Why do I? Why does anyone. The only people that it's fun for are people with a significant other, which in provo means someone whose back you scratch at devotional or hold hands with in class. Or get married to after 2 months of awesome group dates spent at the corn maze or hay ride or mystery dinner date or some other contrived thing like that. I'm over it. Seriously I am. I'm done.