And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world, I will learn to survive

I am so mad right now!!!! I just wrote the world's longest blog, and it just disappeared! It was like the best one I have ever written! I want to cry:( I will try to do it again. Here we go.
Here I am at work again. Today is going to be a pretty good day. I am playing receptionist until the real one gets here at two, meaning that I don't actually have to do anything productive until then. I love being unproductive. It is the spice of life.
I did something very weird, albeit fun, last night. I received a phone call from one of my BYU friends inviting me to go to some hot springs up Spanish Fork canyon. The idea sounded slightly sketchy, but intriguing, so I decided to join them. I had never been to a hot spring before, so I didn't know quite what to expect. I headed down to Provo to meet up with this crew of miscreants and misfits. We joined up with the group at somebody's apartment and proceeded to head south, making a slight detour in a field to turn some donuts. Silly boys. We were at the on-ramp to the freeway when we received a call from one of the advance scouts in the party informing us that Spanish Fork canyon was closed due to snow. The caravan then decided that it wasn't expedient for them to head south on the freeway anymore, but they were already on the on-ramp. The cars all pulled over on the on-ramp to discuss their next course of action. It was agreed that we would head to some hot springs outside of Lehi. The drivers didn't want to go on the freeway til the next exit to turn around so they flipped a FREAKIN' U-TURN ON THE ON-RAMP! My life flashed before my eyes. We proceeded north to Lehi where we found the parking lot of the hot springs. We then started the trek down the snow-covered path to the actual springs. Due to the nature of the weather we were all anticipating entering into the boiling water. I think we went in the dark winter because I don't think there was any way I would have entered that dirty, stagnant water if a- I wasn't desperate enough for warmth and b- I had been able to see what I was stepping into. Then, someone had the brilliant idea to tell ghost stories. To most people, this would have been an excellent plan. Our surroundings were very conducive to scary stories. It was very, very dark, we were in the middle of nowhere, and there were massive amounts of steam issuing from the water. As most of you know, I don't really like ghost stories no matter what the setting. I could be in the Happiest Place on Earth surrounded by people and light and still be terrified. Even though most of the stories were the stupid ones with silly punchlines such as "he then pulled out his vick's vap-o-rub and stopped the coffin!" After the story telling was through we decided that we had spent enough time in the sulfuric mud and decided to get out and get dressed. Oh the shock that awaited our bodies as we stepped out into the frigid air. The walk back to the cars was a cold and wet one. But, fun nonetheless. We then headed back to Provo for some lovely Hot Cocoa floats at one of the guy's apartments. While at this dwelling place, I realized that one of the quiet guys with us was Scottish. Now, I have a certain affinity for accents, so I proceeded to chat with him for a bit. Then, sadly, my ride decided we had probably make the long and arduous journey back to South Jordan. I didn't get home until way late, thus explaining the rambling nature of this blog.