when dishwashers attack!

Well, its been a couple weeks since my last/first post. I suppose I should write another one. Here's the 30 second version for those of you who dont really care about the details (which begs the question, why are you reading at all). I'm still unemployed, provo is awesome, my dishwasher exploded, school needs to start soon, angry birds is waaay to addicting, not all food is happy food, i want class to start now, and I'm still not married. That last one was really for my parents, its a pretty constant concern of theirs. I've made a few technical changes to my blog layout since my first post as well. The most noticeable being the background image of the jungles of ecuador, I'm proud to say I took it myself.

Also, I changed over to my new apartment at chatsworth, heres a couple of pictures of my new digs.

Heres my room its (mostly) unpacked now!

Mmmm k, so, I still dont have a job. Remember that interview I had before? It didnt work out, I couldnt get the materials to open that I had prepared for the interview and it was all down hill from there. When you are applying for a tech job, it is a bad sign if you cant even get your own program to open so I wasnt too surprised when I didnt get it but that means I have to start the whole process over again. One rejection email was particularly telling, it said something like, "we are sorry, but the position has been filled, we had over 80 applications". I mean geez, over 80? How am I going to compete with that? So my quest continues.

Luckily, this quest is going on in Provo, which means that even if I dont have a job, at least I always have something to do. Ammon has been between apartments the last few days and he has been staying with me at chatsworth until Dan shows up and that has been a lot of fun. Dan says hes getting in tonight but I'll believe it when I see it. I have other roommates here but they havent made much of an appearance so far. For some reason though, we dont have any dish soap in the apartment. We have every other cleaning supply, including dish soap that most people have sitting on the counter and that you arent supposed to use in the dishwasher. But not the detergent kind. Which has been a bother because who wants to wash dishes by hand right? So Ammon tells me that if you use a quarter as much soap, you can actually use the other kind of dish soap in the dishwasher and it will be just fine. He was wrong.  There was this book from my childhood that I love called That's Good, That's Bad. It was a great book, and I'm reminded of it when I think about the whole experience. "I cleaned the dishes. Thats good! but the dishwasher exploded. Thats bad! But now the floor is clean too. Thats good! but it was a pain to clean up the suds. Thats bad! but it was pretty flippin hilarious. Thats good!" In the end, it was a funny, but I dont think I will be doing it again any time soon.

Despite Provo being an exciting place and all, it is a little more dead than I'm used to right now, so there are moments that arent as exciting as they could be. Google+ has angry birds on it and you can compete against your friends. Now, angry birds is addicting enough, but throw in the competitive bit, and well, Ammon and I have been playing a little more than is probably considered healthy. On a side note, i still prefer Facebook to Google+, just throwing that out there so you know where my loyalties lie. I just realized that most of the things I want to write about happened around the apartment. Thats weird, but thats where all the funniest stuff has gone down. I have left at least a few times in the last few weeks though. Just last night I went out with friends to see some awesome music at some little restaurant place I've never heard of before. The great thing about Provo is its very musically inclined so its easy to see some pretty great local stuff, usually for free, if you know where to look.

Ok now that I've proved that I left the apartment at least once in the last couple weeks, back to tales from the apartment. I was sitting on the couch eating pie straight from the tin (it was on sale at Smiths because it was old, gotta love the managers special!) and drinking milk from the jug, both of which I do because of a desire to not wash dishes, when Ammon just started laughing at me. I was a little taken aback by this outburst and so I inquired as to what the heck he found so dang entertaining about the way I eat. As it turns out, it was a rather insightful observation. He said that some foods are depressing foods, and a person cant help but look depressed eating large amounts of pie and milk unless its at some sort of holiday thing like Christmas or Thanksgiving.  Other foods such as yogurt, are happy foods because its hard to look unhappy while eating it. It as a pretty funny thing to say and I'm not sure that I agree with it 100% but it made me think, thats for sure. Consequently  the next day I got sick and threw up for the first time in 4 years, I was suspicious that the pie was the culprit. However, I disproved that theory the day after I got better by eating about a quarter of the pie for lunch and not throwing it up. Sure, I could have tried a small bite to see if it made me queasy but go big or go home right? Alright, thats it for now, more to come as I feel so inclined to report.

Whats left of the pie (the box says its peach but its clearly apple)