Dear People..I haven't blogged in awhile. UPDATE!

So, yeah, yeah. I know. I haven't blogged in awhile. Mostly because I'm a poor college student without an accessible computer, besides at my school. But, they have everything blocked at school for websites.

Anyways, lots has happened mostly funny stuff, or stuff I think is funny.

So, let me start by....saying I moved out of the house (parents house) and in with my brother downtown in an apartment. Being car-less is such a pain when living downtown but, also quite convenient because, of the trax (Utah's kind of subway.)

Anyways, so I'm working a few jobs and going to school part time. So, I came home way late some nights.

I gotta go on a tangent to make this story make sense... Ready? Go! If anyone knows me they know creepers are attracted to me, in fact I have creeper stories HERE in my blog. For reasons oblivious to my knowing they all seem to sniff me out and try to talk to me or hit on me. Never leaving even when I'm rude. People always say, "But, Anna. Just don't make eye contact." Yeah, well that clearly doesn't work with me. If someone is staring me down I'm gonna look at them with a dirty look and maybe even give them the, "What?!" word and attitude.

So anyways, one late night after I got off of work I climb onto the trax grumpy, dirty, and tired. We go a couple stops and then a huge group of people clamber on and I happen to make eye contact for a split second with this 6' foot tall, old, heavy, stinky and sweaty, 45 year old HOBO! Not just a lower class person. A hobo, with his life on his back. I quickly look away trying to force NO eye contact. Empty seat next to me, guess where he sits? I bet you can't guess. Yupp! Right next to me. I'm being pushed all the way up against the window and holding my breath purposefully so, I can't smell him. He leans over his sweat dripping on me and says, "What's your name?" politely and without breathing I reply, "Anna."

I'm sure by now you're all thinking, "Why did you tell him your name?!" Well, I'll tell you why...

He smiles at me with the couple of teeth he has and says, "That's a lovely name." I nod and say thanks. I quickly look at my phone, trying to ignore him. At of nowhere he all of a sudden breaks out in loud song. Guess what song? Ok, I'll just tell ya. America The Beautiful. But instead of saying "America" he put my name in there. I was horrified. See, in the end it doesn't matter what name I used, still embarrassing.

Can you guess who got off the next stop? Yupp, me.