Before you read any further... I would like to thank my great friend Jessica for hi-jacking my blog and writing the post below. I guess Facebook isn't the only place where it's okay to pretend to be someone you're not. Included below is a beautiful picture of her that may or may not be photoshopped. She's the one of the left.



It's been far too long since I've posted any interesting stories about my adventurous life, wouldn't you agree? Recently, I serendipitously found something that's been missing in my life...the illustrious and scintillating film HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL. I know what you're all thinking...that this is preposterous, and how could the studly Dayton Harris be such a hard core devoted fan of such a film? Let me enlighten you about just what it is that makes High School Musical THE absolute best thing EVER.

1.Incredible voices singing about things that really mean something.
2.Brilliant choreography carried out with immense precision
3.Beautiful people portraying a beautiful story of triumph, friendship, love, and school spirit.

How can you not enjoy such a film? It's nearly impossible to be exposed to High School Musical and not come away feeling better and happier and more prepared for the real world!

Thank the powers that be that I stumbled upon this film just when I needed its positive and optimistic message!

One time Dayton Harris made the mistake of staying signed into his blog on this incredible girl's computer. What are friends for, Dayt? :) When in Rome...

Hell-O, Jell-O

This weekend was spring break for my roommate's little brother, Bryce. Aside from our adventures counting exactly hairs make up a lock (342), we also had some other good times. Blake was a terrible older brother, though, and was nowhere to be found the whole week. He was either out on dates, or studying through the whole week. It's all good though, Blake is just a busy kid. And lucky for me, he has an awesome little brother.

Here is a picture of what we did today:

$5 worth of jell-o (10 packets) and 5 hours later, we have our masterpiece: Blake's stapler in jell-o. This is how boys show friendship. They make life miserable for each other. But it's completely fine because I fully expect a retaliation. And I'm not upset about that, because that means I will get to retaliate to his retaliation. Unless he chooses not to retaliate to this prank, in which case I don't know what i'm going to do with my time... I hope he's not reading this right now.

Oh yeah, and apparently now i have to buy Blake a new stapler. Something about "the jell-o ruined it forever and there is no possible way to repair it". Whatever that means.

The Window, The Window, The Second Story Window

Ever since I moved down to Arizona in July, I have been itching to jump out of this window:

The view from the window:

On Sunday, March 21, my dream came true. Bryce, my roommates and I made a compilation of all of the mattresses in our condo. When we decided that there was no possible way we couldn't make it any safer, I jumped for it.

I will be the first to admit that it wasn't very impressive. The original pile of mattresses was probably four feet tall, which basically made the ground four feet closer. After everybody had jumped from this height (except for James... Loser), we began taking mattresses away, to make the fall more and more interesting.

James probably spent 20 minutes sitting on the edge of the window preparing himself to jump. Meanwhile, the rest of us were at the bottom with cushions, ready to brace his fall if he hit the mattresses and rolled off. He ended up chickening out, but he told me if i jumped from the top onto only one mattress, he would jump.

I did it.

He still backed out.

I totally got jipped.

It really wasn't that bad though. Maybe one of these days i will get the cojones to land on nothing but the tile. Maybe.

Anyway, here is a video of me jumping. Sorry, we didn't get a video of the single mattress jump.

And here is a video of Kevin. This one is kind of my personal favorite. He's a big guy, so he bounced off the mattress pile every time he tried to jump. The camera-phone video doesn't really do justice to any of these jumps, but its the only proof I have...

Until next time, stay classy

And thanks for stopping by.

But mostly, stay classy.

Dry Ice Fun

"Would you say that i have a plethora of fireworks?"

"A what?"

"A plethora"

"....Oh yes! you have a plethora."

"You know it's bad when you still have fireworks from the 4th of July after New Years is done." (Joel). Joel and I are in a very similar boat. I've been lighting off fireworks here and there for a while now, but i still have too many left over. What a terrible problem I have run into! Anyway, this post isn't even about fireworks. It's about me getting bored with all of my fireworks and trying something new. Dry ice.

Dry ice is a gas at room temperature, but is purchased as a solid. When water is added to the mixture, the dry ice sublimates and changes directly from a solid into a gas. Some genius figured out that it's a good idea to mix the two inside of a shut bottle. Of course, i had to try it.



No, I'm not in that video, but i did try it. And it was excellent. If you have the means, i would highly recommend trying it out some time.

Cinnamon Challenge

Not too long ago, my roommate told me that it was impossible to swallow a whole tablespoon of cinnamon. Apparently it dries out the mouth too much, and just won't go down. As you can see in this video, I almost had it.




My advice to you: don't try this. Ever. I had cinnamon coming out of my nasal cavities for at least 3 days following the challenge. Not a good time. Isn't college great?

The Queasy Queen

What was your first job? I'll tell you what mine was. I supervised the production of frozen goods for a popular restaurant chain.

Wait, what?

Yeah, I worked at Dairy Queen.

I have always been an upbeat person, constantly searching for new ways to pass the time. I get bored very quickly, and 99/10 times, I do something about it. Well, you can imagine that being an employee for a fast food chain is frequently less than exciting. Almost every day I took it upon myself to... Keep it interesting.

Let me start off by saying Dairy Queen employees have to obey the most uncomfortable dress code in the world. The black pants I can understand, and the shirt wouldn't be so bad if we had the option to change it out once in a while. But the shirt we received on the day we were hired was the shirt we were stuck with. For-e-VER. At any other store, this wouldn't be such a problem, but you have to remember that this is DAIRY QUEEN. I would spend 8 hours of my day mixing blizzards and flipping burgers, which always resulted in tasty scent of burgers and bacon and blizzards. Oh my!

Anyway, the nasty, itchy, ugly shirt isn't even where my main complaint lies. My problem lies with the apron. I swear, they are made with some form of tent canvas and are specially engineered and designed by the smartest guys back at DQ-HQ to fit nobody. Basically, they suck. I probably got "reminded" twice a week that it was part of the uniform and it was kind of mandatory that i wear it. Notice in the picture above that I once again "forgot" to wear my apron. Also note the joy in my eyes that the job brought me on a daily basis.

Anyway, when I found a gorgeous red tie (the same shade of red as the DQ logo, I might add) left out in the lobby, I jumped all over that. I didn't really ask for permission, I just kind of adopted this tie as my new apron and nobody told me any differently. Except for the new power-hungry, 5-foot nothing manager, Hector. But nobody ever listened to him anyway.

Oh yeah, here's a model shot of me and my tie: (photo credit goes to Prabu)

Of the 5 or 6 managers that i frequently worked with, Hector was the only one who never had anything nice to say about my tie. If he ever saw me wearing it, he would make me take it off and replace it with an apron. Easy for him to say. Managers didn't have to wear the aprons.

Anyway, one day I was talking to my awesome manager, Oscar, and In passing, I told him how Hector had threatened to cut my red tie if he ever saw me wearing it again. I didn't think much of it, but the next day Oscar told me he had a present for me. Much to my excitement, it was a black and red bow-tie. I guess he found it kicking around his closet and decided that i needed it more than he did. All he said was "I'd like to see Hector cut this!"

Thanks, Oscar. You're the greatest.

Anyway, I'm sorry my first post was less than awesome. But seriously, its my first post, so BACK OFF. I promise my next update will be a little more fun and a little less wordy.