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What a month… what a MONTH! Yes, October is over and my jaw is on the floor. This year has gone by so stinkin’ fast that I haven’t had time to tie my shoes yet! Joking, but still. Seriously, Father Time? Haven’t you heard the phrase “slow and steady win the race”? You’re treating us like that damn hare who can’t even make it to the finish line! :P
Okay, I really digress back to what happened this October. It was a good one. Emotion filled one. Not so celebration filled since I barely celebrated my birthday and Halloween. Still had a blast though. =) Now for the nitty-gritty.
October was…
Attending the LDS General Conference with friends and family–amazing experience. A moose family and a couple bucks passing through our backyard. A nasty cold that Zumba couldn’t cure. Checking out buying a new Subaru so I can make it up the mountain to my house. Very sad when Steve Jobs left this world for the next. First snow of the season. New heating blanket to save myself from the biting mountain cold. Getting baptized! Awesome after-party with family too.
Horror movie marathons. Learning new and obscure words from @way2sharp. Looking back on my 22nd year. My birthday month! Mani-pedi’s with my mom. Visiting My Man on my layover to Sacramento. Four flights in less than 80 hours. Exploring Old Sac Town and finding a lovely Halloween costume. Delicious pre-wedding and wedding food. Too many Shirley Temples. Mucho dancing at said wedding. A very strange pastor at said wedding too… Rehearsals for Thoroughly Modern Millie. A new favorite sushi roll: The Red Dragon.
The abandonment of my ridiculously glitchy Droid in exchange for my new addicting iPhone 4S that quacks at me whenever someone sends me a message… Love it! More chapters added to Alpenglow (this story is my baby if you can’t tell–I’m determined to finish it!). Countless hours spent reading The Book of Mormon, The Emerald Talisman, The Sapphire Talisman, and Everblue. Playing with Siri way too much…
Baking yummy peanut butter cupcakes with a wonderful old friend. Polishing up my full-length script for my grad school app to UCLA. The release of the The House of Night: Destined book. Attending an oddly depressing, yet sometimes beautiful, choir concert with my lava. Seeing the amazing dancing antics of Thriller by Odyssey Dance Company. Better journaling habits, even for my dreams! Becoming obsessed with John Boy and his Nocturnal Circus EP. First YouTube videos posted since August to celebrate Halloween.
One last road trip to Las Vegas, then to LA over Halloween for USC graduate information session with my old baby… and of course, to see My Man! =) Spooktacular story! Soon to be expecting a new baby. Stay tuned for more on that! ;)
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Quite a turbulent month if I may say so! November I may be as broke as blue balls and as busy as a queen bee, but I’m going to try my hardest to enjoy every darn tootin’ second of it.
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This was inspired by Andrea from Caffeinate Me… I felt like it’s a good time to do this.
I give myself permission to…
…move on yet remain friends with BD. I want more and I deserve more than what I was getting.
…feel bad that I broke it off with him for a couple more days. Despite the fact most people couldn’t understand what I saw in him, I really did like him.
…be pissed at anyone who says “good for you”–at least for a little while. It hurts more than you know.
…stay friends with everyone I met these past 2 months. They are a fun crowd to hang with!
…go out with my friends as much as I want to, never mind how late I stay out. Clubs, parks, someone’s house, or anywhere else! Staying at home just doesn’t cut it anymore. My social era has definitely clicked into place.
…stop with all my stupid pretenses on why I shouldn’t do something I want to. Time is no excuse, and neither is fear.
…spend hours upon hours recording songs and making videos to go behind them.
…be as picky as I want to be about the food I eat. I want to be healthy… until a cookie comes by then I don’t want to hear any crap about eating it. It’s my choice.
…be a bit of a player. Flirting is fun.
…spend more money than I have on a two-week trip to Italy and not feel guilty. It’s an opportunity of a lifetime–totally worth it.
…not let my life become someone else’s business. It’s mine, not anyone else’s.
…ask millions of questions and discover what is [ ] … even if it takes up an obscene amount of my time which it often does. Curiosity can be a real burden but a complete joy.
…sing without holding back. It’s the only way to go. Feels good and I learn what I can and can’t do better.
…explore more with my writing. I’m learning what I’m good at and I’m thoroughly enjoying it. More ideas are coming to me every day. =)
…take advantage of being young and healthy. Life is meant to be lived. Which is why my room got to disaster status these past couple weeks.
…make great friends, memories, and experiences whenever opportunities arise!
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I’m under an attack of ADD-ness. It’s Allie Brosh’s fault, I’m convinced of it. Perhaps my brain was struck by a brick in my hypothetical game of “Duck Duck Brick” or something because it is really gone!
I fear the underground is crumbling beneath me…
So my Victorian Literature final essay turned out fabulous, if I may say so. BUT I still have one final left… tomorrow morning. GAH! Can’t someone just shoot me in the head, say I’m dead, and then revive me at 1 o’clock tomorrow afternoon so I can be exempt from it?
It’s an eff-ing history class! Would someone please explain why a history final would be full of essay questions? If I wanted to take another writing class, I would have stuck with something from the English department. I went to history because I thought there wouldn’t be much writing and the final would basically be memorizing facts… yeah not so much. Boy was I jipped! I’ve had to write more in this history class then half of my required English courses. Messed up right? RIGHT? Me thinks so. Never again. Never.
I really want a trampoline again. Jump. Jump. Good stress relief. Good for laying on at night while looking at the stars.
Going to something called Pete’s Rock with my boy tomorrow after my final as a cool down/celebration for surviving the semester. Something physical then I can go pass out in my stress-free post-final nap (I can hardly wait!)
He actually just told me to calm down when my mind went about five different directions in our texting conversation… I’m so glad he gets ADD attacks too or else I’d be afraid of scaring him off because he has not seen my hyperactive side yet.
Just realized I accidentally sang “ond and on” in my cover of My Heart Will Go On. Oops. Don’t know what I was thinking there!
My favorite oops moment ever is the one in Independence Day with Will Smith when he’s trying to drive the alien space ship. “Hehe, oops!”
If I were to really play one of those brick games, it would be “Drop the Brick” just so I could watch people scatter right before the brick hits the ground and makes a wicked awesome sound. Preferably putting a large crack and indent in both the ground and the brick.
That rhyme was completely intentional.
I think my ADD side is here because my mind is slowly going crazy with the anxiety of my final final tomorrow. It just might crack under the pressure. Despite the fact that I don’t really care much about this final. Is that bad?
Monday lunch break–complete.
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Filed under: Boyfriend, Crushes, Family, Friends, Laughs, Remembering, Saying Saturday
It is my favorite yet again… Volume 7 of SS. Click to view previous Saying Saturdays. If you’ve missed out on others, a lot of silly, weird, or even enlightening things are said around my family and friends. It’s rather fun documenting my favorite moments this way =)
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BD walks in eating his birthday cake straight from his fingers…
Me– That’s right. Be a man: don’t use plates, use your hands!
BD– Damn straight!
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On the topic of men and hands, here’s a quote I remember hearing my brother yell when he was 6 or 7 years old and we were having a camp out on our trampoline. I woke up to hear liquid tinkling by the fence until a voice breaks through the silence…
Bro– Be a man! Whipe your butt with your hand!
… … … No comment.
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Mom comes upstairs and is pouting…
Mom– Your brother and [his best friend] are making fun of me.
Me– And why would they do that?
Mom– … I tripped over the elliptical.
Me– Care to elaborate how you miss something like that? That thing is huge!
Mom- I was helping [StepDad] by carrying the window cleaning stuff and whomp, face first. It hurt!
Me- Aw, I’m sorry. *holding back chuckles* I swear only you would do that, Mom!
Mom– You’re laughing at me!
Me– Well, I’m trying really hard not to but the way you explain and whine about it just makes it all the more funny.
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Lunch with the Mews, my 2 girlies that attended Cambridge with me last summer, always seems to get some hilarious moments…
M2 is talking about a guy she’s crushed on and it’s obvious he likes her too…
Me- Just tell him that you think it’s about time you two swapped numbers.
M2– I think of reasons all the time to get him to ask for my number. Like, “Hey, we’re matching today–you should get my number!”
M1- Yeah, don’t say that!
M2- I know, I don’t! But still we match all the fricking time–it’s scary!
Me– Oh, that guy? The one you mentioned last time?
M2– Yeah, you’ve seen us walking on campus together. We are sooo cute! But he’s sooo STUPID!
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M2 has just told us a story about a “special” boy asking her to accompany him to a banquet. She was the 16th girl he’d asked but she had said no. She did feel rather insulted that she was the 16th though.
M1– That could actually be a good thing.
M2- You can see a good thing in this?
M1- You were 16th on the list because you were so out of his league. He’d asked all the girls that would better suit him. You were just out of his league, he knew it, and that’s why you were the 16th.
M2- You think a mentally disabled boy could think of all that?
M1– … … Maybe!
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M2- When you said you and your boyfriend play games, my mind went– “No we’re not talking anymore!”
Me- Not those kind of games! You’re mind totally went to the gutter… DIRTY!
M2- I’m a liar, I’m dirty, and I’m terrible. A terrible, horrible person.
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Looking at M2’s car that sat underneath a tree and had a bunch of junk on it from the stuff that fell off the tree. It looked gross!
Me- What is this stuff?
M2- I don’t even know! It looks like pumpkin… like someone pumpkin-ed my car… except that spot looks like sperm.
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That’s it for now… Thanks for tuning in. Keep an eye out for Saying Saturday 8! =)
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Wow… Volume Six it is! Click to view previous Saying Saturdays. If you’ve missed out on others, a lot of silly, weird, or even enlightening things are said around my family and friends. It’s rather fun documenting my favorite moments this way =)
Let’s roll!
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Back at Christmas at my grandmother’s house. My three young girl cousins were all sitting around talking to our Finnish hockey player, who started counting in Swedish…
Me– You know Swedish too?
Fin– Yes, we have to learn it in school.
Me– So you know three languages?
Fin– Yes.
13YO Cousin– What’s the last one?
(I’m convinced blonde-ness runs in the family.)
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Best phone conversation ever being heard from one side…
Dad– So what did you get for your birthday month today?
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A pedophile? *I snort and choke on my coke… wow that sounds bad. Coca cola :P*
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Wait what?
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Are you sure it’s a pedophile?
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Oh, you put it on your hip?
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THAT’s a pedometer! It counts your steps. A pedophile is a man who molests young kids!
StepMom– *whispers to me* Maybe tomorrow he can get a rapist to go with his pedophile.
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Me– What time are we leaving?
Bro– *lifts his leg and rips a fart* At that time.
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After watching a new “turn your cell off during the movie” advertisement at our cineplex where a kid gets the paddle in class, then an old man turns to his grandson and says, “And that’s why old people don’t text during movies.” Dang cute video.
Bro- If school was like that when I was young, I might have actually learned something!
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StepDad– You have more money than brains!
Bro– I know!
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BD was messing with my iPod adaptor/dock in my car…
Me- That’s broken, don’t bother trying to fix it. I’ve tried.
BD- It’s only broken if it can’t be fixed with ducktape anymore. It’s not beyond ducktape repair, babe. ;)
Me– What is it with guys and ducktape?
BD– It’s an easy cure-all for everything.
Me– Not everything.
BD– No, but pretty damn close!
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That’s it for this week! There’s a really good one that I’m saving for the next round… here’s a hint: my mom is an utter clutz! Haha!
Have a good weekend!
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*sigh*
That time has come yet again. Finals. Last time I had finals I pulled only 1 all-nighter during that 2-3 week period. Hell, my finals were a breeze last semester! I actually had fun with 2 of my finals which including composing a poetry portfolio from the semester with a brief 2 page paper on how I found connections through all of our readings, then for my Writing Fiction course, the final was optional–something we were passionate about that maybe didn’t work for something. I did it because I wanted my teacher’s feedback.
In this semester alone, I’ve already pulled 3 all-nighters including the one last night and several really late nights just to finish homework. I’m almost positive there will be one more if not two more all-nighters/late-nighters. And this was supposed to be my fun semester! My history class, though I love it, requires far too much work for my liking. I hate history, but I love Victorian England so I wanted to learn about it. I should have opted for the NoCredit option. Then my Victorian Literature class requires an insane amount of reading on top of essays that require far too much planning.
Do I procrastinate? Oh yes. On purpose? No, not really. I just get distracted far too easily. I read something interesting that sparks a related thought in my mind then I want to research that, which in turn probably makes me want to research something else! It’s an awful cycle that’s all too fascinating. I like learning too much… it’s just the application that I hate.
So yeah, I got to bed at 6:15 this morning and woke up at 7:30. Last night it was an essay for my Victorian Lit class. I have no idea how so many strange dreams bugged my brain for that small period of time, but they did. Don’t know how I’m functioning right now. Oh yeah, I had a Coke Zero as a part of my breakfast. Am I stupid for wanting to go to the gym today after work? I need to work out today since I missed yesterday while I procrastinated even more worked on my essay. Then once I actually get into the writing process, I get so incredibly picky that I finally just get sick of myself that I just want to chuck my laptop at the wall (and then I’d cry because I’m horribly attached to it).
The all-nighter isn’t helping my cause especially since I essentially pulled two over this past weekend and I’m sure another one will happen this Saturday night as well. Boyfriend + Finals = BAD COMBO! Eh, I’ll survive… Some fun is needed during finals time to stay sane, so I’ll allow a little.
But where’s the fastforward button until then? I just want to be done… like, now.
MikShorty 
