Hungry.

Let's be honest. I'm taking a well deserved from the Villa for several weeks. Approximately three, actually (sigh of utter delight). I have been looking forward to said break since last time I got a break. Hence, the eating of food has been strictly limited to what I already had in the cupboard or bare essentials...and hot chocolate and grasshopper cookies (anyone up for some of that tonight?). And all of the goodies that the girls that live above us have been leaving for 12 days (I love cute neighbors!!!) So. I have been living on cookies, and peanut butter, and Raman. An Almond Roca and Starbursts. And fudge. And tootsie rolls. But I ate my last Raman at approximately 2am this morning (it's great to stay up late--we were watching Singin' in the Rain), and now I think I'm all but cleaned out. Last night for dinner I mooched off of Mike, but he's almost out too. That's it. I have GOT to go home tonight!

This is a desperate plea for much playage over the break!

***NEWS FLASH*** I don't hate Raman anymore (not the person--the food). I actually really like it. I think my taste is...Um...Improving? LOL.

Once again, my plea is becoming more than desperate!

Plus, don't use the spell check unless you don't mind Singin' changed to sanguine, playage to plays, and other such rediculousness. I pressed ignore, dang you!

P.S.

For those of you who would find this amusing, I was just priviledged to write an e-mail to Jane Lindhout, Principal of Orem High School (Annie's future job). I cannot tell you how tempted I was to address her as Judge Jane. So close. Ah well.

And I'm making this post appear after the other one, since it's a P.S., but since it's a P.S., I wrote it after. Lol...riddle me that one.

Minor Detail

Oops! Sorry. I forgot all about that. For those of you who have not met him, this is Michael James Richardson. For the record, I was wearing red first, and then he changed into it without my permission. Mine's more of a pinkish redish anyways--I don't do red clothes. That's all. =P 

Got Any Grapes?

Tomorrow=Meet the Parents...
And 8 out of 9 siblings: Dan, Jordan, Kristy, Kelsi, Aaron, James, Josh, and Benjamin (all most likely spelled wrong). Andrew's on a mission in Pennsylvania. Plus all extended family...on both sides. I'm starting to get a little nervous. It doesn't help that sometimes I swing to the opposite side: what if they like me TOO much? The picture Mike sent to his mom of us together has been "printed all nice" and is framed and nestled amongst the other family photos. Lol...I wish y'all could've seen my face when he told me that (luckily over the phone!) because I'm pretty sure you would've laughed. I did.
I hear that if you want to stretch your stomach, you eat lots of grapes. Lots and lot of grapes, because they take up lots of room, but they go right on through so there's room for more (sorry Maria! =P) I will need to buy a whole cart load, because I will be attending THREE (Omigosh!) Thanksgiving Dinners--mine, and his on both sides. Wow. I tell you what.
Okay, PLUS, for those of you who have MET any of MY extended family, that's cause for major anxiety as it is. Uncle Warren...and Harold and Derek. Plus my Grandpa. My aunts and Grandma should be alright...right? As long as they don't get too...auntish. Sometimes they like to pretend they're my age. My cousins will use him as a jungle gym...but he's used to that--Oh wow. I'm only just realizing how stressed out I really should be right now!

I learned a new word...

Peter Peter, Pumpkin Eater
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
threw her in a pumpkin shell
And defenestrated her!

Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
Eating a Christmas pie;
Stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum
And defenestrated it!

Little Miss Muffet, sat on a Tuffet (What's a tuffet, anyways?)
Eating he curds and whey (mmm mmm);
Along came a spider, sat down beside her
And defenestrated her!

*What do you get when you mix an Early-childhood Education Major with a word geek? ME!!!
**Yes, this is a version of a song I used to LOVE to sing as a child.

A Few of My Favorite Things

Josh Groban singing "You Raise Me Up"
Westlife singing...just about anything =)
Bagpipes

Okay. Now, let's imagine that we combined all of these things in ONE SONG and the CD comes out on Halloween. Am I excited...yeah. Pretty much.


Hopefully this Link will work, and then you all can share in the joy. Pretend that Kian doesn't look like a girl (and he's not even the gay one!) and your experience will prolly be lots better. This is SO CUTE!!!

I'm Not Wearing My Consequences Today...

Sounds a little scandalicious doesn't it? You're consequences are showing! Well, if it makes me a little more reputable, I will tell you that Annie is not wearing consequences either. We are both anti-consequences today. I think I can see your consequences...

So this one time at preschool, Carson asked Miss Kirsten if she was wearing her consequences. "Uh...I don't know what that is..." [try to move on with story time]. "Teacher, consequences are what you wear in your eyes!" Oh...CONTACT LENSES! Miss Emily was teaching you about those the other day, wasn't she?

Quick Update

I get to teach Photoshop Basic and Digital Photography with one of the best teachers at work! Psyched!

Diane gave me a huge smile and said she thought I did a great job when I taught Prodev today.

My friend Ryan likes this guy at work's little sister, and this other guy at work knows Ryan--weird.

I apparently look like Cameron Diaz (yeah right)!

My eyebrows have broken out--nowhere else...who does that?

My least favorite member of my favorite boyband just announced that he's gay. We all knew it--he always DID wear too much lipstick-- but I still say sad day!

I'm tensing for the heartbreak--preschool ends this week!

It should be apple season soon!!!

I'm tired of relationship counseling and drama, and I don't want to have to go through it myself. All the more reason to go on a mission!!! =P

I caught myself singing during Prodev today...bad bad. In my defense, I've been crazy stressed.

I went grocery shopping today. Seemingly small, but it makes all the difference.

I don't have a study tree (that's for Meagan), but I do think I've found somewhere I like to study. Hopefully no one steals it and I have to pay them $20 for it. That's why I'm not telling you where it is, cuz it's secret.

Today, I almost finished reading the LAST CHAPTER in Cognitive Development! My smile extended past my ears when I realized that.

There is a book called Happy Hippopotami. I checked it out from the library on the very day that I decided that the plural of Hippopotamus should be Hippopotami. That one is for Bobbery.

Life is so good right now. I come home from school beaten to a pulp, but I like it still. It's just knocking off the rough edges, right?

Straight and Narrow

Bad things happen when you aren't where you should be. That's why we are warned to stand in Holy Places. Now that I've got you all listening, let me reassure you. I have not wandered, nor am I confessing any great transgression. In fact, my problem was not with being where I shouldn't be, but where I should. Unfortunately, where I should be was where I shouldn't have been. Making sense, huh?

So I'm not confessing any sins or misdeeds, but I am confessing a serious weakness. It's sad, really, when such a wonderful thing can turn into such a temptation. Remember the sheet music store? Yeah. Same concept, different numbers. Today I dipped my does in...the Juvenile Literature section of the Library. Ooooooh, bad. I have been there before, but it was to pick up a book that I already had the call number, and I had to get it really quickly because someone was waiting for me. Tonight was different.

I needed a book to teach an "interactive literature" in the preschool. What book? Heck if I knew. I was supposed to somehow explore the section, and books were supposed to pop out at me, and ideas start flowing...all in about half an hour. That's all I had time for. Finally I dragged myself away, after reading a particularly enchanting fairy story, and looked at the clock (both of my watches have recently departed). Yep, 2 HOURS. Do I know which book I will be using now? Nope. I just have about 9 kids' books on my bed, and I am trying to decide. I think I'm going to have to go with Corduroy. Yeah? Sorting Buttons? That's math! And threading them onto a card? Oh yeah. Small motor activities.

Anyways, Here I am writing a blog at 1am because I spent way too long delving into the glory days...sigh. And I was doing so well--pride goeth before the fall, I suppose. Now I will have to get into the whole "going to bed 'early'" habit all over again!

No, I Didn't Get In A Fight With A Cat...

I got hit in the face with the piano. Luckily the piano is okay!
It's been a long time, and I always think of things I should blog about, but I can never remember what they are once I actually sit down to do it.
I am an official member of the "Too Tall Club," where I can "do tall things, meet tall people, and eat tall food!" Excellent.
Still loving the preschool--especially Parker. Today Miss Lee put him in my group and his face lit up...I can't think of a better way to make a bad day better!
I no longer address myself as "self." I fear that I have started to call myself, "Miss Adriane" in my head.
My propensity to just sing whatever part of the "Soundtrack of My Life" happens to be playing has gotten worse! I'm not sure exactly why, but I find myself midsong ALL the time! Scary.
I bombed a test today..."And I feel GREEAAAT!!!" "Tests Everywhere!"
The best part is, I just watched "Ever After." Sigh. And I'm going to bed--RIGHT NOW!!! G'night!

My Night with the Drashnok

Sometimes, it's best not to know what a drashnok is. Especially when you hear that it "consumes human flesh" and it is "directly below the engineer's station." Uh...now it's under MY station? Zach darling, do you have that phaser ready? Poor kid, he and the first officer were the only ones allowed to use the phaser. "Why are you all running away?" Because we don't have a gun! Oh, no, little brother. You can't hide behind me this time. The annoying thing was, I had beamed it off right after it beamed on--(yay self!)--which apparently wasn't supposed to happen, because it kept trying to stick its hairy clawy hands in my face--definitely not beamed off my ship. The transporter broke directly, and then my poor captain father was telling Lo to fix the gravity! Lol...finally she fixed the transporter, and I sent him packing. "Beam him out, Scotty," I thought to myself. My favorite part (in retrospect) was when its burst through the little doors and I screamed. Then I kept on screaming because it was part of the experience. I screamed like that Drashnok was upon me already consuming. Sick. Who thinks of these things?

In other news, I have a new phone number, and a new website. I will tell you the website: webpub.byu.net/aeb88 There are only two pictures on it so far, but if I can squeeze the time in, I will add some more favorites. Don't be jealous cuz it's just Annie--her pictures are much more fun to manipulate, seeing as everyone in the office already knows her. Anywho, this is what I learned about photoshop so far--including the making of the website. Who'duv thunk?

Elder Neuenschwander

I just love his name, don't you? And he's really nice. I met him when our Stake Presidency was changed waaaaaay back in the day, when Daddy was just starting his Stake Clerk-ness. The funny thing is, now he's on my desktop wallpaper! Who'da thunk?

By popular demand, I will try to put my experience with cultural geography on paper (well, sort of), but I think you're right. It's better in person.

And hey, look at the time! I'm going to bed now (WHOAH!!!). G'night!

What Next Mr. Brad?

Guys. The kids came to the preschool for the first time today. =D I tell you what! I started out this semester counting the days until that twelve hours would be free again, and whammo! Parker is the one who blurts the title of my blog every five seconds because he's so excited to be at preschool. Isaiah is the one who told me, "That really hot slide tried to hurt my leg." Madeline goes by "Mo." Matthew got so excited when we sang the bubblegum song that he wouldn't stop talking about it--even in the middle of Mr. Brad's story. Josh is a sober young boy, with hair parted down the middle, who likes to make snakes out of play-doh. I lucked out--I got the most popular center. I want to live my life with that kind of wonder and excitement. Kind of like my little cousin, who put his hand in mine as we walked along the beach (I got a little teary, it was such a cute moment), and exclaimed at EVERYTHING--even the orange peels. Life holds one big beautiful surprise around every corner, my friends.

When I Am Old, I Shall Wear...

A sparkley-sequined flower in my hair and a dancing dress. Then I will go dancing with my darling old husband at the Murray Arts Center, where they have this amazing old-school band (with awesome piano) that plays everything from "Anne's Theme" to Rascal Flatts' "Broken Road," to Sinatra. Sigh. And when I see young people trying to dance the tango (and the girl is trying to not get the guys' sweat all over her--and failing) I will walk up to her, grab her wrist sympathetically, and then go back to dancing with my darling old husband. And it's going to be great. Am I still listening to Frank? Yes yes, yes yes.

WHEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Two words. Office chair. Lol. Two more words--backpack in each arm. Fast. Really fast...dizzy. Mmmm. This is something I will do in broad daylight. Yessssss.... Annie, why did you have class?

You Know You're A NERD When...

It just hits me over and over...and there are so many different sides to my nerdiness!

I was enumerating the happy things about my day, and one of them was, "I have Wicked songs stuck in my head!" I wasn't expecting them to ask which one! It took me a second to dig down to the soundtrack of my life...my heart sank. The song currently playing in my head was the prologue! Man!

I have a Palm Pilot, and it's really working out well for me. When Garth (I work with him) found out I had a Palm, he started talking about synching with Outlook and how helpful that is. Wait! They have a bunch of extra cradles just sitting in a box. Did I want one? Sure I did! I have two Palm Sync cradles...I don't know how I feel about that.

I just put my desk together for my computer (I've missed this thing so badly!), and I had to borrow some tools to do it. I'll skip the details about secret schemes and intrigues (Daddy...), but I finally borrowed Ryan Horne's tool set. You know you're kind of tool-nerdy when your eyes get big and you start explaining to Crystal that, "it's magnetic, so if you drop something, it sticks to it, and you can change the different heads, and look, this is how it works! The only way it would be better is if it was a ratchet one!" and she gives you one of those nods that tries to say, "cool" but ends up saying, "you are SO weird!" Okay, so I want a socket wrench set for Christmas. Is that a problem?

(Those three were all on the same day!)

Today, while trying to set up a bulletin board (I'm an ECE major, okay?) three of us were following the official student teacher around. We decided we were either ducklings or lemmings. I voted vehemently for ducklings--then we could shake our tail feathers. It ended with us all singing "Five little ducks went out to play..." and then THAT was stuck in my head...yep. ECE nerd. That's me.

Creeeeaaaakk..k..k.....

There are some things that I just won't do in broad daylight. I prefer, in fact, to wait until the dead of night. There's something so exhilarating about flighing high, swooping down, then rising to the top once again. It messes up my hair and takes my breath away. But I have to wait until it's dark to swing on the swings. Why, you ask? I will tell you. My rear end no longer fits inside the swing! It's not very flattering. Nor comfortable. So my joyous, exhilarating rides have become somewhat secretive and limited. Getting old is hard.

Falling Down

You know how, when toddlers teeter, and then fall over, they immediately look to their parents? If Mommy jumps up and fusses over the crash, the tot's face will likely squash up for a good howl. If they hear a "Nice one! Just try again!" they will probably pick themselves up and go tottering for a couple more steps.

I'm tired of people fussing. I'm only twenty for heaven sakes! I know you want nieces and nephews, Zach, but that's no reason for you to ask Dad to bless me to find the right man SOON in my back-to-school blessing. Yeah, everyone in my extended family, I am not married. Sad day. Get over it. I'm just fine toddling my way through life. I'm not nearly mature enough to make such a big commitment. I know that, and I'm quite content. But with all this fussing, I feel a howl coming on.

I apologize if this sounds bitter. I promise that it does not represent my true feelings. I just can't help wondering sometimes if maybe I should be more worried--since everyone else seems to be. Thanks for listening.

Bad Day

I really like that new song by Daniel Powter. And it's awesome when you had a bad day for REALS and it plays on your way home from work.

If I had subtitles for this blog, it would be "Okay, fine. I'll be your friend--if you pay me!" Keep that in mind.

So. Rotten day. I won't go into all the details, but it started last night. =P. I left my keys inside Kneaders again. That means I had to get a ride home from Amber, and I had to have someone make an extra trip with me this morning to get the car. But, you know. Whatever. Except--AAHHHH!!! Today is laundry day. My keys are at the laundry. I cannot find even the number for the laundry people. Luckily they are easily identifiable, as I am still using a bright yellow carebear as a keychain.

I got a letter from the scholarship comittee. Life just got a whole lot more complicated...but hey, it's a growing experience, right? It will be good for me. I will grow, and be a better person for it. But I felt like a failure with a capital F in big red letters. Rough.

Then I had to go to work. Ew yuck. I got to work. Oh--I got my laundry done. That is very happy news. So. Bob (my manager) spent the rest of his shift telling me that "You've never had a bad day in your life." I looked at him like, "Stupid man. I don't know if you are trying to make me feel bad--probably not. What do you maean you can read my aura?" Ugh. Or he would be like, "How much will you give me for your keys?" When I knew very well he didn't have them. but every time he said it, I wished he did so bad! Jerk.

So then, when Colleen came up and said, "Adriane," in that voice that means, "I have something to tell you..." I braced for impact. I had been terribly annoyed with her the day before, and I still tense up whenever she talks to me. "I was watching you with the customers..." Man! I am working my butt off for you!!! Interacting with the customers is the only thing I really love about this job--don't you DARE tell me I'm bad at it! "and you were amazing!" *Jaw drop* I wish I could have seen my face. I'm pretty sure it was hilarious. "You do such a wonderful job, and I really appreciate the way you suggestive sell things." By this time, my jaw was on the floor, and I was stammering my thanks to her when she said, "In fact, I'm going to give you a one dollar raise on your next paycheck." Holy cow! What did you do with the Colleen I knew? For two seconds, I considered taking back my two weeks notice. I don't think she knows about it. Lol...only I came to my senses, thanked her, turned around, and made that same face I accidentally make when beautiful men talk to me using my name and I don't want to scream.

So if YOU happen to be having a bad day ;P, hang in there. Eventually, things will look up. Something good has to happen, even if it's only an extra dollar an hour for the last 7 days you work. Or maybe you will be weeding your yard and not see a single spider! Or maybe you'll just get all of your laundry done.

Mmmm...

"Adriane, what do you when you get home from your trying, on-you-feet-for-eight-hours job? Do you fall into bed, exhausted and in pain?"
"No Larry, actually, I like to go home and write blogs and watch the Little Mermaid."

Pah ha ha--well, if Julia and Zach happen to be watching the BEST Disney movie ever, I won't argue. My one regret about Disneyland is that I didn't get a picture with Ariel. I need to go sometime with a group of friends that won't mind me waiting in a forever long line to take a picture with some strange girl in an ugly red wig. Because they will be right there in line with me. And we should go this year sometime, because they have the BEST FIREWORKS EVER!!! EVER!!!! I am ruined to city park fireworks forever. *sigh*

Well, naturally, I still have more to write, but Ursula is about to take over the entire ocean, and someone needs to be there to see that everything turns out alright. K Bye!

A Blog About Lauren

So much time, and so little to do! Strike that--reverse it (for all of us OLD Willie Wonka fans ;).

Guys. I have so much to blog about! The payamas, and the little bit of sunshine in my cynical world, Disneyland, work, getting ready for school, scary old men that make me think of Jena and her scary old men... But I don't have time tonight. Because my Dad keeps calling on the intercom, and he is sleepy and so am I. So for tonight, I will just point your attention to my sister's link on the right hand side of my blog. Because I am pretty excited that I finally got her to create one. YESSSS!!! And she is coming to college, which is weird but exciting. And none of you boys are allowed to ask her out without my permission. Um...that's all.

I Don't Wanna Grow Up

So I was sitting in the hospital with my Mom for four hours yesterday, and it reaffirmed what I'm always known: I don't want to be the grown-up. Ever. I don't want them talking to ME about the results of the test or what medications to take, or when she's allowed to drive again. I don't want to be the one in the next cubicle calling my family and telling them that "Mom's going to be really tired today...how about if you come to see her tomorrow instead" and "they let her get up to go to the bathroom and she broke her tailbone..." I don't want to answer my Mom's nervous questions over and over because she can't remember that she asked me the same thing five minutes ago--let alone the answer I gave her. I don't want to see her on her side coming back from the test with an oxygen tube in her nose, pale and unconscious. It scared me, to be completely honest. I don't want to do it again. Luckily, our worries were unfounded, and she is okay (big cheer for Mom!!!), so I won't have to do that again for ten more years, but I still don't want to be the grownup. Ever.

What If the Hokey Pokey Really IS What It's All About?!?

Well???

Someday that is going on a sign on my wall. When I get cutesy-craftsy. Which is on my list of things to do...and if I could ever find the stupid list, I would maybe get to it! =P

In other news, I should never ever ever EVER go to sheet music stores, even if it's just a quick stop to get the Wicked music for my Mom (YAY!!!). Cuz I will end up spending $40 of my own money as well...but hey. For Josh Groban? Yeah. It's worth it. Remember when it rained? Sigh. And Lonestar, my friends. Yes, I am all set.

In other other news, I'm not so sure I really like The Light In the Piazza. I know that I have only mentioned it to probably one person reading this (it's the latest Tony winner--Best Musical of the Year), but it's not all that it's cracked up to be. I do really like a couple of the songs on it, however. Thank goodness for the Library, and I didn't have to buy the whole stinkin' CD to find out.

So I'm doing the Program for our ward tomorrow, and I was finding the titles to the hymns online--you know the awesome Hymn thing on lds.org, that plays a note whenever you scroll over the different titles, and when you keep doing it it makes a song? It's I Am a Child of God right now. I liked it when it was The Spirit of God too. Is it bad if I have to play with it every time I get on?

Well, I'm off. No work for me for NINE WHOLE DAYS!!!! Yesssss..... (that was a Napoleon, please read it as such). I love you all, and miss you like crazy!!!

I Just Feel Listless, and I Don't Really...

My face is falling off, but I only bugs me when it's burning. I like my job...some of the time. Crabby boss lady likes me lots now. I have to get out of there before the tide turns again. My current life's ambition is to close faster than I did the last night. When I'm not at work, I'm too tired to do much of anything. My hair is "sensible." Granted, it was an 8-year-old-hispanic girl that told me this, but still. I bought a sparkly pink cowgirl hat. A WESTLIFE one. Excellent...nyeh...whatever. I don't know if I really feel anything anymore. Is that a problem? Am I broken? How long have I been broken and not realized it? I can't find my feelings, but it doesn't keep me from messing with other people's. Is guilt a feeling? I want to go away, but my face kind of hurts...

The Half-Blood Prince

I was right! (Said with great triumph). Of course, i was wrong about a lot of stuff too. I was glad this book was so much better than the 5th--that one was such a disappointment! I'm glad Harry finally shaped up, too. I guess I can't write anymore, since some of you haven't finished yet!

There's a Snake in My...Hat?!?

So this one time, I was examining my life, looking for something to blog about. And then something happened. Okay, so it wasn't that exciting, but it was cool, and I have had lotsa fun finding cool links for to tell you such news. I was doing the drive thru last night, and when I opened the window to tell this boy his total, he looked at me kind of funny, kind of like he was waiting for me to react to something. He had a dang awesome cowboy hat on, but I was kind of busy, so I just told him to pay me, and took him credit card. I came back to get him to sign the receipt, and realized. There was this cool plastic snake wrapped around his hat. That's...uh...different. Then it moved. Bah! There's a ...SNAKEon your hat! And it's alive! And really big!!! But I still didn't really say anything, because I knew he wanted me to. So I told Amber (a girl I work with) about it, and let her give the order out so she could see it. That was a let down--she didn't even notice! Well, that's all...Bye Bye Now!

Untitled

Hey, if Simple Plan can do it, I can too.

So, I met the cutest, nicest old lady yesterday! She came into Kneaders in a group of little old ladies. I suddenly saw myself in 50 years. You see, she was SIX FOOT ONE. Sigh. We were fast friends. And I met someone named Taj. Lol...it isn't an "o" in the middle, but I figured it was close enough. I wanted to put Metzup on the order ticket, but...I was afraid he would think I was laughing at him. So I didn't.

So I've been sitting here trying to think of more stuff to write, but I'm having spectacular writer's block. I think I'm going to go and...take a nap-slash-clean my room? Lol...we'll see what wins.

The Grim.

Yes. There I was, late last night, after a long car ride home full of "quality time together." (It's funny on so many levels guys, but I guess you had to be there). I walked up to my garage door, expecting to open it, walk inside, up three steps, and through the mud room door into my home sweet home, where my big soft bed with freshly cleaned sheets awaited me. I am here to tell you to NEVER let your guard down. You may think that your world is just as it seems, that everything is the same as it always has been. But you never know when the grim may come bounding out of your every day normal life, just like he came bounding out of my garage at me.

Luckily I remembered that my cousins brought there huge black lab with them to visit from Nevada. Luckily Rocko remembered that he had seen me inside of the house he was visiting. Luckily black labs are generally very gentle. So I gave him a good scratching as I sat on those three steps, and thought about stuff. I really want a dog.

Do YOU Know Who These Guys Are?

So, this one time, I got an e-mail, and it had a link on it to this Way Cool Movie. I think that I have seen it before, but not when I knew who the actors were. So, anywho, I thought y'all would enjoy it. Cheers!

Bish the Fish

My Dad has a new nickname. Not as cool as Thorpedo, but almost. I'm just glad he's home alive. And afraid to go canoeing with my ward. I want a J-Rig!

Pink!!!

I love it. It's such a great color.

One time, when I was young, I loved nail polish. I had this HUGE collection, with every color imaginable, plus glitters and glow-in-the-dark and change-color-in-the-sun. And the occasional set of BYU football tickets. =P So I took said nail polish to Mexico over Christmas--so fun! The girls were tickled, well, pink to have painted nails. I lost track of the box during our late-night evacuation, however, and only own a few select colors now.

I know, you are all sad. But please let me assure you that it's okay. I haven't even painted my nails in years, and the bright blue paint? As Dad would say, "that color's not found in nature." (It was a sad day for him when I stopped looking shamed that my toes were mossy green, and told him that since moss is found in nature, so is mossy green.) So. I haven't even missed the stuff.

Where is this blog going, one might wonder? Well, I will tell you. Today I got a pedicure. Mom and I have wanted to do it together as a girly, bonding experience type thing. Grandma gave her a gift certificate, because her neighbor does them. So Mom called her up to schedule a buy-one-get-one free (BOGO) pedicure adventure. Unfortunately, they take TWO HOURS!!!!!! So, she did hers yesterday, and I did mine today. Anyways, my toes are now pink. Very pastel pink. Lurid, one might say. It doesn't really work for me...I laugh every time I look at my toes. Oh well. It was an experience. The lady was crazy! I had to focus all energy at not looking at her like I thought so.

Speaking of bonding experiences, last night Zach and I had a burping contest. I was shocked at myself, but hey, now we're even better buds than before. Julia kept yelling for Zach to stop it--"That's gross!" Pah ha ha...some of the best ones were mine though. Hmm...that's not something that I should probably share with you. Oh well.

Curse You, Monotronics!!!

And everyone associated with you.

This one time, we set of the alarm at work...

Twice.





Dangit!

Hello, How Are You, How've You Been?

Yesterday Left My Head Kicked In...

Well, it's cool on the song, anyway. Don't worry. My head is fine. But there is too much for me to write about! I can't let them accumulate like this!!! Should I write about the interesting aspects of my job?

• I spend much of my time trying to avoid looking up people's noses.
• With my smile, I "should be on the Price is Right!" That coming from the cute little 17-year-old dish washer who leaves me notes at my register when he leaves...I wonder how old he thinks I am? =P
• I have "such a pleasant intercom voice!" YES!!! One step closer to my dream of being the telephone lady!
• It's getting better there--but then again, the scary meanish boss-lady was doing Miss Utah all week. No silly! She was coaching someone.

Should I write about my new friend that I can't wait to introduce to you all?

• Her name is Laurie--don't call her Lorie, because she really doesn't like it!
• She staples her shorts! Plus they were cute man shorts (cute describing the shorts, not the man, of course).
• She likes to quote Pride and Prejudice and sing show tunes.
• We stayed after work last night and talked about "stuff" for about an hour. Partly cuz she really likes to talk about her missionary, mostly because she's awesome and I like to talk to her.

How about my FOL experience today?

• I was so nervous--"please let him be tall and wonderful!" My hopes crashed and rose with every individual man that walked by.
• 20 minutes later, I went to the courtesy phone and called him..."shoot, is it time already?" Maybe not so wonderful. I wanted to ask him how tall he was...
• He was trying to fix his dryer, so I guess that's okay. I want a dryer--he lives in condo row, Annie. Make a note of that.
• He is tall, and has beautiful eyes. Not so much chemistry though...we'll see. I won't see him again until August 20th (like you Megz), so I guess it doesn't really matter.

My mission preparations?

• I bought Preach My Gospel today while I was waiting for Adam to show.
• I decided I hate the Bookstore--I'm pretty sure they charged me double for all the stuff I bought from the Distribution Center part. and tax. Grrr...
• Is it bad if I'm torn between going to the Mission Prep Sunday School class, where I can gain useful insight and guidance on this forthcoming decision, and going to the normal Gospel Doctrine Class, where all the eligible returned missionaries are?

Well, I feel like I've simply splatted all of my swirling thoughts into your hands. Feeling a little vulnerable, I will go now. K Bye

New Carpet

There are many, many things which fill my cup of true happiness to overflowing. One of them is new carpet. I love the way it smells. I love the way it feels. I love the way you can do Pilates on it, and put a couch on it, and a treadmill, all of which I have been missing since we tore our old carpet up two weeks ago. Will I get down on my knees and feel it and smell it? Yeah sure you betcha! But probably not until the carpet man leaves.

I should work at a carpet store.

I Am In Love.

Unfortunately, the ones I love are but shadows. Dreams which flit just out of my reach. Images I see and adore, but it is through the windows of my imagination only. Gilbert Blythe, Prince Char, Fitzwilliam Darcy, Nat Eaton, Percival Blakeny, Even Freidrich Bahr...sigh. My heart leaps as I read. "I don't want diamond sunbursts or marble halls, Gill. I just want you." "So would I still be, but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth." "I'm not going to disappoint her Kit. When I take you on board the Witch, it's going to be for keeps." "Love (it is such a relief to pen the word!), love, love--Char." "I will carry you dear. The blind leading the lame, you know." "But I have nothing, my hands are empty!" "They aren't empty anymore." My heart cries out with Marguerite: "Where is my storybook ending?" Ah well. It took her a while to sort hers all out, and I will simply have to be more patient, eh? And there's always plenty to do while I wait. Like working hard to "make myself worthy of you, my prince." Lol. Pardon the sensless wanderings of a weary imagination.

Pbbbbttttttthhhhhhh!!!!!

That's all.

Helter Skelter

I've been saving up.

Another Violent Blog:

I stabbed it, ripped off its head, peeled back its skin, ate its flesh and drank its blood. No, really, I did.

I'm sorry, ma'am, the men's section is unavailable
Slash completely torn apart! Angry angry annoyed foiled ladies. That's all. Except I wish foiled continued the alliteration. Oh well.

Another Story for Annie
Well, character actually. When you write your book that doesn't have George Washington in it (she's copyrighted, after all), will you have someone that is constantly cutting onions? Maybe the Greek or Roman gods could curse her. And her hands always smell like onions...and people around her wonder why she never cries, when their eyes are smarting. But she can be like Sysiphus, and just keep plodding on. You could have another character that never sits down. Oooh, or one that always washes dishes. Until her hands are a pale purple and very wrinkled.

Um...I can't Remember the Rest...Have a Good Day!

I Wanna Be A Country Rockstar!!! 

Yes My Friends, Dishes are a WONDERFUL thing!!! Especially Silverware. ;) 

Look How Domestic We Are!!! 

PJ PARTY!!! Yeah, they're all mine. 

INSTANT DEATH!!!

It was a beautiful day. They had dwelt in their tight-knit community for ,many moons--peacefully, for the most part. Until SHE came. By she, of course, I mean me! Yes my friends, I have been the cause of much destruction. Even death. The whole Shebang was sent out against me too. I was hunted, attacked, even trod upon. But to no avail. I have conquered. Homes are destroyed, and food was lost. Many lay dead.

But the garden is weed free! That part anyway. I'm glad I'm not an ant. I am glad too that I am not a centipede or an earwig. Those creep me out more than anything. Spiders, I can handle. No problem. Unless they are those red ones that live under my tramp (remember, Meagan?). Maybe I am creeped out by red things. That is prolly it. I don't like them. Not in a barn, not up a tree.

I feel kind of old. My trainer tonight was 17. He sounded like my cousin Dan--with his voice still trying to change. Awww... He made me chop onions. I showed him-- I liked it. Work was quite the experience. I was only supposed to learn how to make five new sandwiches tonight. Pah ha ha. Nope. After working at Old Navy at 6am and getting sunburnt while I accidentally killed ants, it was fun. I hurt and I'm tired, and I'm getting old. Dangit.

You know how you want to ask people questions because of weird things they say, but then you don't, because it's on The List, and even though there weren't any guys in the area, I knew that Maria would frown anyway? And then you thought about what a funny blog I could have if I just listed all of the questions that popped into my head. But it's on the list, and there are boys in this general vicinity. So don't you worry, Maria. You are safe, and I won't try to scandalize you this time. Just know that I work with some interesting people at Old Navy...wow. And that we got about 50 pink size L tanks in today. ??? And that the clothes at Old Navy are mostly ugly. But at least I'm not as tempted to spend my paycheck!

I'm sorry it's weird, and random, and probably full of mistakes. But I am going to bed now. So I won't check this 'till later. So there.

No animals were harmed during the events spoken of in this blog. **Except ants--do they count?**

Do YOU know how to say Ciabatta? How 'bout foccacia (I know you do Megz)? Can you tell the difference? I can. I know...you're all impressed. Self, now is the time you GO AWAY!!! K bye.

Sometimes I Wonder: Am I a Cupboard?

• I had a "cooking accident"--the cupboard bit me and stole some of my skin. I showed my mom later and she said, "Those cupboards are so cannibalistic." Does that mean I'm a cupboard, or that the cupboard is human?
• My Mom only sweats under one arm. I only cry out of one eye.
• I really really want to get up every morning at four o'clock and be to work. I'm only scheduled one day again. Hopefully I'll get the right one this week.
• Last night I drove a getaway car for a high-profile member of the mafia.
• Answers to prayers sometimes make everything so clear; sometimes they make life harder.
• I am so sick of StarWars, I want to...well, I don't know what I want to do. Something bad.
• Do you ever catch yourself in the middle of wishing for something, and then realize that you don't know exactly what you are wishing for? Real and poignant longing for...you have no idea what?
• "Bishop Blackham" isn't just refering to my Grandpa anymore.
• I find myself trying to convince my Mom that we need to get Risk--the Lord of the Rings Edition.
• I'm not used to not having a crush. It's weird. I LOVE IT!!! I never thought I would be so happy to be not in love.
• That's all.

Can YOU Hear the People Sing?

Because I can, and I love it. This one time, I went to the library yesterday and checked out awesome movies, including Les Miserables in concert. Best running movie ever, p.s. Now I am simply basking in the the beauty of these people's voices and the memories of performing such an amazing show. There are only a few things that would induce me to go back ot high school days, but for Les Mis, I would do it any day!

"Cal, kamakazi's commited suicide." "Yeah, they understood commitment." That's something that impresses me about these characters. When they are sitting behind the barricade, sure to be slaughtered, they continue to stand for their cause. The Bishop, well, he is amazing. They just all are so amazing, and the show itself is too. It confronts all sorts of social problems. There is something for everyone to relate to. The music is superb--especially with a full symphony. Wow. That's all.

I Have a Confession

Um...I like it. I like the new Backstreet Boys song (oh, if you knew how much that cost me). In my defense, I liked it way before I knew who sang it. I think if I hadn't heard the song before I knew, I would be much more prejudiced. But I heard it, connected with it, and then said "Whoah...remember how we were talking about how stupid the new CD was? It's over, give it up already!!!" Now here I am admitting that I like it.

In other news, work is crazy. There is something to getting up waaay before the crack of dawn, and driving from 8th North to University Parkway in 2 minutes though. I liked that. But when I showed up for work, they were like, "wait, you were supposed to come in yesterday." AAAAHHHHH!!!! Start it off with a bang, huh? So I'm lost, and tried to catch up without any training...cool. I should paint my forehead with a huge "duh." That would warn people. I could tatoo it, and then maybe I'd fit in better with the people that worked this morning--I feel a little out of place...oh well. It's just for a couple of weeks.

Ugh. If I really kicked myself all of the times I feel like it lately, I would be black and blue. Can I rewind a couple of days? Annie, will you snap your fingers and erase them for me? Thanks!

"Humbleness"

Nothing like a good blush, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Rachel's right. I'm pretty sure I was red all over. Sometimes I wish the Bishop didn't know me personally. Even the brand-spankin'-new Bishop knows me well. Alas. And maybe even alack. You know when you go into panic mode and just run? Yep. I ran. Right through the chapel.

But I learned a new potato recipe that I plan on eating every day next year. Plus, Cross-grain rib roast is almost as good as a flank stake--at 1/3 the price. I dunno though. The flank is awfully good.

New Clothes, Rain, and Other Slightly Random Things

On my MSN Messenger collection of "My emoticons" I have a smiley that expresses how I feel. If the smile got any bigger, it would engulf the whole face. Oh. Do you hear that beautiful, wonderful thunder? The big black cloud of doom has found me. I just need to finish this blog and get out under it! I apologize to those of you who are English-ly or otherwise writer-ly inclined. My title does not go in the order my body paragraphs follow. Or vice versa. But I don't want to change it so there!

Yes, I got new clothes. My Mom sat me down when I got home and made me choose my birthday presents from her multitude of catalogs. They came the other day, and I like them. I hate shopping most days, but I must say that the new clothes feeling almost makes it worth it. I didn't get any purple clothes. That is because I am resigned to not looking good in purple. I didn't let myself get any new green clothes either. Yes my friends, I am expanding my color world, boldly going where my closet has not gone before. Actually, I have owned clothes these colors--they were just more sparse. And I only got one pink T-shirt. (Way to go self!) And I actually got a red one (horrors!) And I love writing fragments.

Other slightly random things. Hmm... the rain calls to me. But last night while I ran, I watched National Treasure. i do have to say that I still love it. Why can they not make more movies like that? There's action, danger, a hint of romance, and dangit, the dialog is so funny! One of my favorite parts is when they have just changed clothes, and they come out and are leaning on the doors of their dressing rooms. The camera gets a close up of her feet, and she's on tip-toe with one foot, and the other one is tapping behind. Ha ha. I'm not quite sure why, but I adore that.

I'm off to "dance before the lightning, to music sacred and profane..." Who can tell me what musical that is?

Lonely, I'm So Lonely...

Yes Meagan, that one is for you! Sometimes, weird things happen when I am living at home and I haven't made friends with my new ward yet...weird things. Worse than "things we would be doing if we had boyfriends" weird. Besides--That was cool.

Anyways, sometimes I do dumb things. For instance: last night, I was locked out of my house (they aren't quite used to having me here yet). I knocked a couple of times, but no answer. My dilemma: ring the doorbell and wake up everyone? Or...do something else? I did something else. I crawled into our Yukon XL with a woolen poncho that was sitting in our garage (meanwhile pondering upon the woolen-ness of it) and tried to sleep. After an hour and a half, the romance of the situation had worn off, I was cold, and I really had to go to the bathroom...uh oh. So I got out, rang the doorbell, and shivered my way into bed. I have a crick in my neck and back, and decided that the world is cold and dark.

Oddly enough, as I lay there in my dark garage, trying not to think of scary things that may have been sharing my sleeping quarters, I kept thinking of Jeff Schill outside of the car in a gorilla suit, just waiting for me to turn the light on and freak out. Man. Double scary: Jeff plus a gorilla suit! Lol...

FYI: Lilies were my favoritest flower in the whole world. Until yesterday. You see, my sister went to prom. Being slightly unconventional-slash-bordering on outrageous, she decided to make her own boutonniere--out of a giant (we're talking salad-plate-sized) pink lily. So, she bought a whole bunch of them, and they were sitting in our dining room. Absolutely beautiful! Absolutely stinky! Worst smelling flower--actually, prolly not. But bad. However, the look on his face when she brought it out, well, that was worth it. Sigh.

What do y'all think of the little blue flowers falling all over my blog? I thought it was a nice touch. It's actually snow, but good gracious, spring is here! And remember, April showers bring May flowers (and they bring Pilgrims), and we have had a multitude of showers. Excellent.

Meagan, I miss you. Please come home from San Francisco soon. Thanks.

Crazy Old Men

They are everywhere!

It's true my friends: my day has been full of wacky sexagenarians. Some may have been septuagenarians--I didn't ask. I think that it is interesting that septuagenarians has a "u" in it. I would have spelled it otherwise.

First, there was the dermatologist. He can solve my acne problems all right: "decapitation works every time." He decided to not give me the medication that "makes you feel like h-e-double hockey sticks." I am most grateful to him. Apparently I inherited my acne from my Uncle Max (odd--I don't have one...) because it is most definitely not my Dad's fault. He (the doctor--not my dad) has taken some amazing photos though. He says he takes about a million and throws all but the really good ones away so we'll think he's actually good...hmm.

Second was the watch fixer. He had a white beard and big bushy white eybrows. He didn't have a unibrow--just one really long grey hair in between them. I was nearly overcome by the temptation to pull...luckily I resisted. Phew. He wouldn't fix my watch because it wasn't worth it. It's okay, because I don't mind trying to peer through the scratches. I can still tell what time it is--it just takes me a few seconds. Don't worry though. I now have my very own lucky wooden nickel. "Just rub it a little."

Third was the pharmacist. He began giving Mom a mock lecture about "sometimes you need to let kids go." She was signing for my prescription because I was off looking for the makeup the dermatologist recommended. I didn't mind her signing for me... He wanted to know if we had relatives in South Jordan. "They had a hard time letting their kids go too. I figured there was a connection." He was probably trying to help me out--he saw the acne medication and figured I was only about 16...most people don't break out worse once they hit 20. I tell you what.

I think that I want to keep my sense of humor in my later years. I'm pretty sure i want to marry a man who has held on to his as well. I'm not sure if I want him to be that wacky all of the time. I can't wait to have people look at me a little bit funny when I act a bit eccentrically...Oh the joy! Anyway, those are my deep thoughts for the day. Smile everyone, and be glad that we have lots of adventures ahead of us!

Merging Worlds

Wow.

This change has left me a little discombobulated, but whatever doesn't kill us makes us stronger, yes? I hardly think my family will kill me, and I could use a little extra strength in my life. =P

I can't wait to watch re-runs from my life after it is over. My life has been extremely comedic of late, and I want you guys to see it!

First off, leaving the Villa was hard--on so many levels! First I locked my keys in the car--ha ha--both sets! kudos to Annie for getting them both out at once (Jonharmon, you're lucky that funshine bear fit through that window!) with the stick from our blinds--it's a good thing it broke off, eh? And Maria-the-cleaning-check-lady never came. Then when I left, I hit every light on the way home (okay, so maybe just almost every light!) and when I finally reached my home, the seatbelt would not come off. It reminded me of a funny moment on a date when the seatbelt was broken and my date had to lean over and extract me from it (I didn't buckle up after that--how awkward!) but this time I had no knight-in-shining armor to rescue me. I couldn't figure out if I wanted to laugh out loud or throw my hands in the air, put my seat back, and go to sleep until my family found me. Eventually I was able to get myself out and start unloading the last of my stuff. Or, rather, the almost-last of my stuff. I still need to go and get the rest fo my food from Maria's fridge. Yay!

Leaving was emotionally rough too--Maria, I miss you already! What am I going to do when I need pot-o cake or a back rub, or someone to laugh and roll her eyes at me? that's it, I'm coming to visit! And Meagan and Annie, we all four of us had better play hard, because I miss the crazy rolling-on-the-floor-singing-about...stuff while we played phase ten, and you coming home with a man-catcher, and dishes doing parties and sleepovers in the living room and eating on the balcony and watching a gazillion movies. We need to get together and do another reminiscing session like last Sunday--only this time we need to write it all down! And for everyone else from the Villa, I want to play with you too! Just because we can't jump out of our doors and play doesn't mean that we can't still do it!

So now I'm an integral part of my family once more. Please don't get me wrong, because I love them dearly. All of a sudden, though, when there's no escape and my experience with them is much more permanent,they are a little daunting. And I have discovered I am a little protective of my stuff. Zach just got a new Nintendo (don't ask me what kind--I have no idea) and now he wants to use my awesome computer to play his games. It's Mine, Dangit! whew... that felt good. My world is in disarray. There are clothes books, shoes, and hundreds of miscellaneous items all over my bed, my room, and my house. I don't know where anything is. I can't go into my room to have any alone time, because I don't fit in there! And I lost my voice and gave myself a tremenjous headache at the volleyball game--and they lost by two points at the last second. And Michael Burke re-dislocated his shoulder. Bummer.

And today in church, I was allergic to the lady sitting next to me. I was sneezing and sneezing and sneezing some more. I had to leave. But I made the coolest noise during the opening prayer when I was trying not to sneeze! Ha ha ha! Oh. Sorry. "That's not appropriate for church!"

But the apple trees are in blossom and the big black cloud of doom/happiness has engulfed our way. Julia pretty much wants to do whatever I do, and Zach loves to hang out with me. I am eating Mom food from and almost exaustible fridge, there is a motorized treadmill in my basement in front of our TV and cupboards full of excellent movies. I have my own room with an amazing bed (even if my back is getting used to a normal one--I kind of miss my swamp). And my family loves me, after all. It's going to be okay--change is just hard. I think I'm going to go and watch Boyz N' the Sink's new song: Bellybutton. Yay for Veggietales!

Sorry it's so long.

True Friendship

One time, I asked Meagan if she would still be my friend when my eyes were all red and my face was broken out and my hair was all a-mess and my pants were a little too tight and I was wearing a bright green shirt with pink writing that made all of those problems worse...

Guess what? She said yes! And even though we pretended to sniff and be emotional, I was touched. I've been so extra blessed this year! I have kept up with some really great old friends, and found some equally great new ones. Thanks for all of you who have stuck with me through thick and thin.

*Sorry for waxing sentimental on y'all...but it's still true. I love you guys!

A Blog On Being Drunk

It's not everyone that can drown their sorrows in creme soda. I consider myself on of the very lucky few. As finals loom ever nearer, I may take to the bottle more and more.

But really, today I was driving with my Mother, who has taken to counting cop cars and driving at least two miles under the speed limit. Yes, traffic school is a beautiful thing. But this time, she didn't need to worry, because the driver in front of us was going even slower than she, and were apparently drunk. While pondering on this, I became glad that I don't need to struggle with that vice, although I certainly have some of my own.

Alcohol is not one of them, however. Who needs it, when you can have an almost-rollicking-good-time with a bottle of cream soda and roommates that will sing "Just the Way You Look, Tonight" into spatulas with you? Hang Loose. And I still love the palm tree, even though it attacks me whenever I walk by.

And Then "It" Happened!

Yes--the proverbial "it". It happened to my hair one day. I decided it would be fun to try something new (famous last words...phrase?...famous last something). I...oh, I hate to admit this...I parted my hair...on the other side!!! It was weird. I did not get along with it, and it did not get along with me. And no one even noticed (which I didn't realize until Annie said something about not noticing...)! Luckily, the next day, I parted it in it's normal, happy place.

Alas, it has not yet recovered! the short layers are still all over the place, and my hair no longer knows whether to lay right or left. It compromises with lying straight up or down in my face. Besides this, my souvenir of the time I volunteered at Sharon Elementary last semester, or rather, one of the little scamps' souvenir of me (millions of quotes from movies that Jon Harmon has never seen would be appropriate here, such as, "Oh Jo, your one beauty!" or my personal favorite, "but I don't have any black dresses!") is also having problems...and it's not even a part of my part!

One may be tempted to blame it on excessive winds experienced in the region round about...

But I know better.

Sometimes I Wonder...

Do the clowns get tired
At the end of the day,
When the makeup is smeared
But the crowds still stay?

They live their whole lives
In the bright flashy light.
Do they tire of the show,
Want to curl up real' tight?

Is it really allowed?
Can they wipe off their smile?
'Cuz the crowd wants to laugh
and relax for a while.

After all, it's their job:
Entertain and amuse.
They can't cower and hide
In their over-large shoes.

They do what they love,
And they love what they do.
But when they're stretched thin,
The crowd peering right through,

Is the laughter's slight sting
Inexplicably fierce?
And do rare salty drops
Wash away painted tears?

Still, they'll rally again
For tomorrow's new fun.
The tears overcome--
That hard day is done!

I Wanna Be A Country Rockstar!!!

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As many of you know, I recently acquired a brand-new hat. I like it lots and lots. It is sitting on top of my TV, and it makes me happy to see it, just sitting there. Up until Maria and I watched the devotional, my hat was accompanied by a face (I give all credit--and blame--to Jon). When I am doing dishes, I put on my dish-doing hat, and life isn't so bad anymore. When I am watching a movie, I put on my hat, and the movie is better times ten (or five better). When I need to feel like a real live cowgirl, I put on my hat, and it's easier to imagine.
Anyways, one time (this afternoon) I was listening to my music, and this song came on, and I realized--I do want to be a Country Rockstar! I think that would be the best ever. So what do you say guys? Let's ditch this whole college thing, write some songs, hit the road, and we can all be Country Rockstars together!!! I will let you share my hat...maybe.

Yay for cleaning checks...even if we weren't exactly "checked" per se, we are definitely clean! I wish that clean rooms weren't so entropic... 

"We must allow her to be an excellent walker." Today I felt like Billy. Don't worry, I've parolled the borders of my world, and all seems to be okay--except for the man that was walking behind me as I went to school, shouting obscenities at some unseen person. He seemed to be in distress. I did not stop to see if I could help, however. After that I made a quick stop in at my New Testament class, then came back to the apartment and ate breakfast. Then I visited my Mother in Orem for a couple of minutes, leaving my home fully laden with glasses, wig, fur coats and drawers (no, not those kind of drawers). I walked in the door at my office, and everyone's face lit up. Sweet, huh? Nope. I was the person nominated to take the stinky gym bag full of sweaty disgusting-ness down to the trainers' office. They didn't want it either, but I refused to touch it any longer. Then I got to check classes for Schnootz. Before I left, the director of the Academic Office, E.J., caught me. "Are you going up to campus? I have some things I need you to take." Yeah, okay, no problem. I mentally calculated my route: I had 45 minutes to duck into the raquetball courts, climb the RB stairs, barrel through the Talmage Building, race around the JKHB, storm the Administration Building, clamber up to the top of the Maeser Building, make haste to the Snell Building (yeah, I know--??? It's accross from the Crabtree and the Wilk), and hustle back to the JSB for my 2 o' clock class. Did I make it? You betcha. Was I tired? You betcha. Did I hafta sit on the floor because no one leaves any aisle seats open? Yes. I did. But that's okay, because my duties were accomplished and I finally felt like a useful employee. After class, I set out on the bus for the bank. No worries guys! Now I have six dollars in my account!!! =P Then I walked home. All in all, it was an arduous but fulfilling afternoon! Phew! 

So this one time, I had this awesome date (and by one time, of course, I mean last night--just for clarification). I had never been to an oratorium before, and this one was great. Then, the next day, I read his blog. And smiled. 

Fun Tidbits From Work

Amber: Hey Manaia (Brown), where's the chocolate?
Manaia: What Chocolate?
Amber: It's your turn to bring it in.
Manaia: I'm all the chocolate that you need.

Shaun Nua (who is 6'5-ish, working on an assignment/something): Hey Amber, can I take a break?
Amber (who is pushing 5 feet): No way. Keep going. Get back to work!
Just a funny situation...I love the way she bosses all of those big guys!

Amber: What do you call two Mexicans playing basketball? Juan on Juan!

Some days I love my job. Yay.

When Funshine is on your shirt, can you really even think about having a rotten day? That's what I thought. 

Digital Jump For Joy

Wednesdays are all right, I have discovered. One merely needs to make friends with the day before it really gets going, and voila! It isn't nearly so trying. Besides, when a day such as today is shining outside of your window, life can't be nearly so bad! This morning I discovered the cause of all of my emotional upheaval, and it has been dealt with. Yeah, boys can be idiots (the thud=my heart. 'nuff said). But then you catch them looking for you and they ask you on a REAL date! And you kind of forgive them for being male, which makes you want to grab your hair and pull (hence, my picture) because you were THROUGH with guys yesterday. Swore up and down, amidst incredulous looks...slightly fearful incredulous looks (thanks for worrying about me guys). So then you know that you should probably be reading the studies in your syllabus for your next class, but heck with that, they don't make sense anyways, and since your teacher wrote the dang things, he can explain them to you--as long as he shows up to class, that is. So then you come to the computer lab and vent your pent up sunshiney-day/slash (that one's for you, Meagan)/what-do-boys-think-they-are-doing feelings. Once, I saw divine comedy man on campus. Unfortunately, he did not have his mini toy guitar. Alas.

So this one time, I felt like this. And I saw this picture, and I laughed, and felt the need to add it to my blog. But it's okay. I think I will be all right. 

STOP THE INSANITY!!!

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A Tribute to Frankie Boy...and Westlife

I'll admit that I've been known to turn to chocolate when those rough times hit. Which is understandable--it does wonders for me. Most of you probably wonder why I don't look like my alter-ego Bertha more often. Well, I can only take that much attention every once in a while, and that's the truth. To get back to the point of this post though, Frank Sinatra's music may well be an even better cure than chocolate. I dunno, there's something about that big-band trumpet music that just cheers me right up! I love it. Now whenever I am having inner conflicts, over school, boys, or anything at all, I can just turn on Meagan's Westlife: Allow us to be Frank CD. Ahhhhhh. Can you get any better than Westlife singing Frank Sinatra? Nope. That's what I thought!

Fine! See If I Care...(but I still do--shoot!)

Bah! This whole crush thing is really putting me on a self-conscious streak! So what if every time I visit his apartment I feel like I'm intruding and that he wants me out of the door as quickly as possible...I don't care that I feel a little bewildered and insignificant when I find myself ushered out onto his doorstep with a quick goodbye-and-door-shut-in-the-face, right? Of course right! Because I like me, and that means it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, right? Of course right! It's probably that he feels uncomfortable when I'm in his home territory, right? Of course right! Now if only I could get Yenta to find me a man to date...Which reminds me that I kinda like this whole psycho I don't know what the heck I'm doing feeling--at least, it's better than the alternative--I could be set up with a butcher with a crazy, dead, screaming-her-head-off wife! Wow. That just made me feel a whole lot better.

Sleepless in Provo

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm sleepless...not so much because I'm in lonely, like in the movie, or even because I'm in love...Although I admit that those things do rear their ugly heads every once in a while. But neither of the aforementioned problems was going to keep me awake last night--oh no. That pile of homework had it all taken care of though! Note to self: Self, do homework in at least moderate amounts over the weekend. With that out of the way, there was something totally awesome that I was going to put on this blog, but that was several hours ago at about 1:00am...and I can't remember that long ago. But yes, I got my test done, and yes, I got all my projects done for Family History, and YES, I have a sexy-sick-voice!!! So it's all worth it. Hopefully I wake up from my nap in time to get to class, eh? Well, pray for me! I hope everyone reading this is having a fantabulous day, and note to you: don't drink water all night long and then go to class. Period. And then walk with Richard to get his bike and then walk home talking about relationships (???) and then have the light take forever and then you're doing a Kenny (I just like hearing it clank...I like pushing buttons)...for a long long time, and then you get home and your roommate's in the shower, and you try to wait, but then you have to knock and beg for her to open the door cuz the neighbors aren't home and you don't want to go and use Richard's...Wow. Quite the experience. Remind me to not write in this when I haven't slept in 24 hours!!! Mwahh!

Burned Cookie

What kind of a vending machine company makes a cookie, burns it, and then packages it so I buy a cookie, expecting a delicious, golden brown cookie and it was burnt! Don't worry, I won't let it ruin my day.

Whoah! This is Crazy Awesome

So, one day, I created my own blog when I was doing homework...How exciting! Maybe I will use it...I hope!