lets get one thing strait:

i don't like the pharmacy

and the pharmacy doesn't like me

we both understand each other.
there's no animosity here.
just a general and accepted dislike for the other.

i never seem to have everything they want me to.

and yesterday was no exception.

first try:

i give them all my cards,
my insurance,
my coupons,
my soul,
my old prescription.

no go.

they need other cards.

other numbers.

okay fine.

phone mom and dad.

come back,
give them what I think they want...

they accept it.

thank heavens.

what's the catch?
come back in an hour.
mkay fine.

come back 2 hours later (just to make sure).
gotta wait 15 more minutes...

have a nice little chat with the pharmacist.
guess what I found out?

this little prescription of mine...
would normally cost me
700 bones

thank heavens for my insurance that only got it down to

$100

so double thank heavens for the coupon I had that dropped the whole ridiculous package down to a lovely and reasonable

$10

oh dear pharmacy.

I'll keep giving you a wide birth for both our sakes if you don't mind.

new and improved

oh my goodness, 

finally.

finally the testing center got a face lift

the walls have been whitewashed

the windows have been scrubbed

and thank heavens someone took all those ugly weeds down from off the window sills and replaced them with actual flowers

just makes taking a test so much more enjoyable...

sort of.

but don't worry,

those faded, multicolored motivational  posters from the 80's in their lovely wood frames are still going strong.

p.s. did anyone else not know that the testing center is really the Heber J. Grant building??

Why would you name the testing center in the first place?

Because, really, I'm pretty sure no one wants it...

time.

why is it that football time goes so much slower than real time?

picture this:

you're sitting there, 

in the east bleachers...

roasting, 

sweating, 

dying...

(tiny exaggeration)

but you're waitingggg,

waiting for half time because half time means

shade

and a drink 

and relief from this ridiculous heat

and there are 10 minutes left on the clock

you think,

"10 minutes?  I can handle that, no big deal, don't freak out"

except 

in football time one minute is actually the equivalent of two minutes

most of the time... 

except

when there's an injury

or a foul 

or a time out

or a fumble
or a touchdown

or everything else that happens in football

that's when one minute actually ends up being equal to three or four minutes

and half time never comes

so you roast 
and then decide to leave when there are still 5 minutes on the clock till the half

because, gosh darn it, football time takes too long

MIA

what happens when...

you start a new semester

you just switched to a new major

you just began a new relationship

you just got one new roommate

and you just moved into a new apartment complex

 ...??

well, blogging gets put on the back burner

I promise I haven't fallen off the face of the earth

...I'm just swamped.

post something more than pictures and a couple words soon.

Love,

Carly

a visit

does a friday afternoon get any better than this?

i submit that it does not.