Boogers, nose-picking, and story-sharing...

So, I'm seeing how I like having my writing centered... What do you think?

Well, school is still going relatively well. My family finance professor, Dr. Israelsen, is pretty much hilarious and completely random.

There seemed to be a theme in my day today with boogers and picking your nose, haha. Yeah... It all started with Stephanie Pitts' most recent blog post which I read before heading to class (yes, I actually woke up early enough that I had time to read a blog :P). Then, on my way to school, I was walking with my roommate Audrey and discussing how much we dislike the cold and she told me that she wouldn't mind the cold so much if it didn't freeze her boogers. She thinks "it feels like you have icicles up your nose." This train of thought led her to tell me an anecdote about having a fly fly up her nose one summer while she was at efy and having to pick her nose in order to get it out. Yep, within 2 hours of waking up I'd already found out more about people's nose-picking business than I ever cared to.

But oh, it gets better... I was in Sociology when a kid brought up picking your nose and why society doesn't think it's okay. Yes, really. My professor started explaining social "norms" and their purpose while I minimally shook my head at the theme my day had taken on. He even went on to admit that he himself picks his nose, which he finds acceptable as long as he isn't in a public setting and washes his hands afterward. I would've been laughing except that he said it so matter-of-factly and without any shame that I was mostly just impressed with his level of honesty. And lastly (hopefully), I got home from class and Katie was rinsing dishes in the sink when I heard her say, "What is that? Brittany, did you eat a bagel this morning...?"

"Yes..."

"Oh, so this green thing on this plate is just a jalapeno?"

"Oh, yeah I guess. Why?"

"I totally thought it was a booger, haha!"

"Huh, that's funny because my entire day seemed to revolve around the pesky little things..."

(I went on to tell her the whole story so she would stop looking at me like I was nuts, but it didn't help much; she always looks at me like that, haha.)

-Britt