My day..it's so fascinating, isn't it?

Whenever I walk up the stairs from hell everyday to get to class, I always pass a specific point on my long (and arduous) journey that smells like something crawled in the bushes and died. It's so bizarre. It's right up near the top of the two-hundred-some-odd steps that I walk up, and so I'm huffing and puffing, trying to catch my breath, when this overwhelmingly bad odor greets me. No idea what it is.

This is when my imagination starts getting the better of me, and I wonder if it's some kind of dead animal or even worse...a dead body. Then I think about what if it is a dead body? How terrifying is that! By this time, I've reached the top of the stairs, and I start trying to regain my composure from my exercise. I walk across the street and then I start to people watch, all thoughts of the weird smell leaving my mind. Granted, at BYU, there aren't nearly as many visually interesting people to look at (i.e. people with pink mohawks, crazy clothing, 20-year-olds with beards down past their shoulers, etc.) but there are still some opportunities for some interesting people watching.

First of all, there are a ridiculous amount of people in love here. Ya. If I wanted to get away from that, I'm thinking that BYU was not the place to come. I'm thinking about counting one day how many couples holding hands I pass by. I'll have to do that. Or how many people walking by are wearing some sort of BYU paraphernalia. Lots of that, too. Occasionally, I'll hear random bits of people's conversations which can always be hilarious. Or disturbing. Either way...it makes for a more colorful day.

And, if I'm really lucky, I'll catch the eye or the smile of a way cute guy walking by. I see so many different people during the day, the odds are pretty much in my favor. :) I might not want to get married right off the bat, but that doesn't mean "the eye contact" thing Whitney so often talks about isn't fun.