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Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The catnap got my tongue
I remembered something today. A number of years ago, I took a nap on my bed and somehow fell asleep with my tongue hanging out of my mouth. To this day I do not understand why or how. When I woke up it was dried out and kind of hurt.
Monday, May 11, 2009
What's that smell? Oh, it's NJ.
Holy smokes it has been a while since I've written on my poor, pathetic blog. Good thing no one reads nor cares about this sad little webspace.
So, finals were...meh. Then I was FINISHED! Finito, as my dad would say. Afterward, I lived out of my car for almost a week. It was a jolly good time. Righto.
We hiked to a hot springs during that week! Many other things transpired. Many sad things.
Then I drove across the country home to NJ.
Highlights:
-Ray buying nutella and dipping everything in it, including carrots, pringles, beef jerky, dirty socks, car keys, etc.
-Discovering CRUISE CONTROL! Best thing of my life. It's so annoying now when people don't drive steady speeds on highways and through towns.
- Wow. Hate construction. Enough said.
-BFF time with Si-dog.
-Interesting coincidences not to be shared via blog.
-M vs. M.
-Phone calls in the middle of the night in which love was whispered.
-Brock sharing Ray's deepest secrets at the dinner table, Ray shutting his eyes saying, "Brock I'm never telling you ANYTHING," and the whole situation repeating at the next meal.
-Ray loves every girl.
-Sketchy, nasty hotels
-IHOP after fasting all day
-Saltines for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Also, disgusting chocolate my aunt forced upon us
-Never living in Wyoming or Nebraska when I grow up.
-Getting really drowsy on the road many more times than Sierra realized
-Driving over the Mississippi for the first time in my life!
-Tasting the Mississippi. Ok that's a lie
-Church sites!! Nauvoo and Kirtland
-Tshirt by Shontelle, The way I loved you Taylor Swift, Here comes goodbye and when the sand runs out- rascall flatts. Those were the only songs we listened to, I'm pretty sure
-Word Girl, a superhero toy figurine from a Wendy's happy meal....she can read through walls.
Embarrassing moment memory: First month of freshman year, I was very new to facebook. Excited to use my neat webcam on my new laptop, I decided a personalized video message to my family would suffice. Naturally, I act like a psycho in it. Good thing only they were going to see it, right? I can vaguely remember reading them an illustrated children's book in a british accent. (Why I had a children's book in my dorm, I have no idea.)
So I send it off and carry on my way. A while later I noticed multiple texts on my phone from my brother and friends, all asking the same question..."You do realize you posted that video on
your profile, right?" Oh, the moments that define my life.
In other news, I'm job searching. Possibly piano teacher part time, temp work part time. I have a lot of split ends...a haircut may be in the near future. The weather is beautiful and I've started running again! I love my life when I run. I study an hour a day for mission preparation. Can you believe it's real? NJ is beautiful and green, I love being home. My family is so fun. I'm trying to concentrate on the good things in my life.
Wanna know why my face is lookin real cute these days? On saturday I was getting the heavy duty extention cord so I could vacuum my cute little car. By accident I swung the plug into my face and popped a blood vessel or something under the skin. Now I have a dark ugly bruise under my eye. I also decided to get a couple bug bites on my jaw during the night, and I'm conveniently broken out. Good thing I look like I'm abused and everything.
Our new cat is named Moon. He is obsessed with himself. I refuse to call him by his name because that means he has a soul. And he doesn't. The family gives him way too much attention. I have sworn an oath to myself that I will never like him. Everything thinks he is so cute, but all he thinks about is himself. He lives the life of luxury and doesn't need anybody. He looks at you like he couldn't care less about your existence. He prances around the furniture like he owns the world. He also smells really bad at points. My mom is the worst. You can't hold her attention span for longer than 5 seconds if that vile cat is in the room. My parents love it like a newborn child. The only good thing about him is that he is so flimsy and flopsy. You can hold him in a very uncomfortable position, but the look on his face remains nonchalant and bored. Cats are gross, dogs are beautiful.
My sisters, Si and I went into the city last week. Everything that could go wrong that day did. After arriving in Penn Station, we got on the 1 subway to eventually get on the staten island ferry. When no one else was taking initiative of looking at a map, I got up and very tactfully tried to look at the only one in the car posted on the wall. A snooty business woman was conveniently sitting in front of it. I tried not to look creepy as I located the stop we were approaching. She didn't notice me at first. When she did, she almost fell off her chair from flinching so hard. I was startled because she was so startled. I apologetically mumbled that I was just trying to see the map. I heard Liv, Sam and Si trying to mask their hysterical laughter as I awkwardly sulked away in search of another. So embarrassing.
After some investigation, I realized we took the subway ALL THE WAY UPTOWN instead of all the way downtown. Wasted 90 min of my life. We got a good nap in though. When we were approaching our stop, I jerked my eyes open and said "GUYS COME ON," as I jumped off the subway. Immediately the doors closed behind me. I saw them leap out of their seats, wiping the drool from their faces. We each pressed a hand to opposite sides of the window pane and Olivia mouthed the words "I love you." In an instant their bodies zoomed off into the distance. Worst best day ever. Also, we saw a skinny happy old man wearing a very short and revealing dress-sort of thing.
Sigh. I miss my
boyfriend.
Advice of the day: Love children!
So, finals were...meh. Then I was FINISHED! Finito, as my dad would say. Afterward, I lived out of my car for almost a week. It was a jolly good time. Righto.
We hiked to a hot springs during that week! Many other things transpired. Many sad things.
Then I drove across the country home to NJ.
Highlights:
-Ray buying nutella and dipping everything in it, including carrots, pringles, beef jerky, dirty socks, car keys, etc.
-Discovering CRUISE CONTROL! Best thing of my life. It's so annoying now when people don't drive steady speeds on highways and through towns.
- Wow. Hate construction. Enough said.
-BFF time with Si-dog.
-Interesting coincidences not to be shared via blog.
-M vs. M.
-Phone calls in the middle of the night in which love was whispered.
-Brock sharing Ray's deepest secrets at the dinner table, Ray shutting his eyes saying, "Brock I'm never telling you ANYTHING," and the whole situation repeating at the next meal.
-Ray loves every girl.
-Sketchy, nasty hotels
-IHOP after fasting all day
-Saltines for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Also, disgusting chocolate my aunt forced upon us
-Never living in Wyoming or Nebraska when I grow up.
-Getting really drowsy on the road many more times than Sierra realized
-Driving over the Mississippi for the first time in my life!
-Tasting the Mississippi. Ok that's a lie
-Church sites!! Nauvoo and Kirtland
-Tshirt by Shontelle, The way I loved you Taylor Swift, Here comes goodbye and when the sand runs out- rascall flatts. Those were the only songs we listened to, I'm pretty sure
-Word Girl, a superhero toy figurine from a Wendy's happy meal....she can read through walls.
Embarrassing moment memory: First month of freshman year, I was very new to facebook. Excited to use my neat webcam on my new laptop, I decided a personalized video message to my family would suffice. Naturally, I act like a psycho in it. Good thing only they were going to see it, right? I can vaguely remember reading them an illustrated children's book in a british accent. (Why I had a children's book in my dorm, I have no idea.)
So I send it off and carry on my way. A while later I noticed multiple texts on my phone from my brother and friends, all asking the same question..."You do realize you posted that video on
your profile, right?" Oh, the moments that define my life.In other news, I'm job searching. Possibly piano teacher part time, temp work part time. I have a lot of split ends...a haircut may be in the near future. The weather is beautiful and I've started running again! I love my life when I run. I study an hour a day for mission preparation. Can you believe it's real? NJ is beautiful and green, I love being home. My family is so fun. I'm trying to concentrate on the good things in my life.
Wanna know why my face is lookin real cute these days? On saturday I was getting the heavy duty extention cord so I could vacuum my cute little car. By accident I swung the plug into my face and popped a blood vessel or something under the skin. Now I have a dark ugly bruise under my eye. I also decided to get a couple bug bites on my jaw during the night, and I'm conveniently broken out. Good thing I look like I'm abused and everything.
Our new cat is named Moon. He is obsessed with himself. I refuse to call him by his name because that means he has a soul. And he doesn't. The family gives him way too much attention. I have sworn an oath to myself that I will never like him. Everything thinks he is so cute, but all he thinks about is himself. He lives the life of luxury and doesn't need anybody. He looks at you like he couldn't care less about your existence. He prances around the furniture like he owns the world. He also smells really bad at points. My mom is the worst. You can't hold her attention span for longer than 5 seconds if that vile cat is in the room. My parents love it like a newborn child. The only good thing about him is that he is so flimsy and flopsy. You can hold him in a very uncomfortable position, but the look on his face remains nonchalant and bored. Cats are gross, dogs are beautiful.
My sisters, Si and I went into the city last week. Everything that could go wrong that day did. After arriving in Penn Station, we got on the 1 subway to eventually get on the staten island ferry. When no one else was taking initiative of looking at a map, I got up and very tactfully tried to look at the only one in the car posted on the wall. A snooty business woman was conveniently sitting in front of it. I tried not to look creepy as I located the stop we were approaching. She didn't notice me at first. When she did, she almost fell off her chair from flinching so hard. I was startled because she was so startled. I apologetically mumbled that I was just trying to see the map. I heard Liv, Sam and Si trying to mask their hysterical laughter as I awkwardly sulked away in search of another. So embarrassing.
After some investigation, I realized we took the subway ALL THE WAY UPTOWN instead of all the way downtown. Wasted 90 min of my life. We got a good nap in though. When we were approaching our stop, I jerked my eyes open and said "GUYS COME ON," as I jumped off the subway. Immediately the doors closed behind me. I saw them leap out of their seats, wiping the drool from their faces. We each pressed a hand to opposite sides of the window pane and Olivia mouthed the words "I love you." In an instant their bodies zoomed off into the distance. Worst best day ever. Also, we saw a skinny happy old man wearing a very short and revealing dress-sort of thing.
Sigh. I miss my
boyfriend.Advice of the day: Love children!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
DEATH
Today is the week of death. Days can be weeks, it's fine. The fearful, anxious feeling that is constantly in my stomach during finals is beginning to surface. This morning I had a crisis. I was making my usual turkey cheese sandwich for lunch, and I got out the tomatoes, and couldn't distinguish the new ones I bought on Tuesday from the ones I've had for 2 WEEKS!! My life is constantly a nightmare. Ok that is partially true. Ok that is never true. Back to the tomatoes. Some were squishy, but does that make them bad people? If squishy means bad, then are you saying I'm fat?
It snowed a hurricane last night, and even though today was sunny as I'll get out (hick phrase my dad always says that doesn't mean anything), it was still raining on my head on the way to school because snow was melting off the recently blossomed trees, which are probably dead now, thanks a lot.
In other news, we threw Jo a bridal shower last night. Her biggest fear is a Victoria's Secret bag, so being the good roommates we are, we got her a Victoria's Secret bag. And boy, was it a Victoria's Secret bag. A Victoria's Secret bag, indeed. Ok I'll stop. We went to Big Lots and got very large grandma undies and planted them in that scary pink pouch. Don't worry, they were satin. Everyone had a good laugh, especially Jo, as she dabbed the glisten from her brow (girls don't sweat, they glow). Our apartment (excluding me) paraded around in the panties for the remainder of the night, flouncing them in photos and stuffing them with garbage for the full effect. Girls will be girls.
Word to the wise: Don't judge the people in the medieval club who wear cloaks and fight with swords on campus. They make us feel uncomfortable, but they are people too.
It snowed a hurricane last night, and even though today was sunny as I'll get out (hick phrase my dad always says that doesn't mean anything), it was still raining on my head on the way to school because snow was melting off the recently blossomed trees, which are probably dead now, thanks a lot.
In other news, we threw Jo a bridal shower last night. Her biggest fear is a Victoria's Secret bag, so being the good roommates we are, we got her a Victoria's Secret bag. And boy, was it a Victoria's Secret bag. A Victoria's Secret bag, indeed. Ok I'll stop. We went to Big Lots and got very large grandma undies and planted them in that scary pink pouch. Don't worry, they were satin. Everyone had a good laugh, especially Jo, as she dabbed the glisten from her brow (girls don't sweat, they glow). Our apartment (excluding me) paraded around in the panties for the remainder of the night, flouncing them in photos and stuffing them with garbage for the full effect. Girls will be girls.
Word to the wise: Don't judge the people in the medieval club who wear cloaks and fight with swords on campus. They make us feel uncomfortable, but they are people too.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Malevolence
Knee Strollers are so bizarre and they don't look much better than crutches.
People I'm mad at:
1. Liberty Square for making us pay a regular month's rent, and kicking us out 8 days early.
2. Graden, for living in utah
3. The economy
4. Burglars/ninjas for
killing my father
(symbolically speaking)
People I'm sad at:
1. Malevolent monarchs
2. Moms with morning sickness
3. Mountain men who live alone
People I'm glad at:
1. Frank Sinatra
2. Sierra, for driving across the country with me
3. The mysterious multi-media man that saved my life
Isn't it great that you can say whatever you want as long as you put 'symbolically speaking' after it.
People I'm mad at:
1. Liberty Square for making us pay a regular month's rent, and kicking us out 8 days early.
2. Graden, for living in utah
3. The economy
4. Burglars/ninjas for
killing my father
(symbolically speaking)
People I'm sad at:
1. Malevolent monarchs
2. Moms with morning sickness
3. Mountain men who live alone
People I'm glad at:
1. Frank Sinatra
2. Sierra, for driving across the country with me
3. The mysterious multi-media man that saved my life
Isn't it great that you can say whatever you want as long as you put 'symbolically speaking' after it.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Ghostbuster
Dude rhymes with food.
Today is Spell Dude like Dood and Food like Fude Day.
Also, Kick a Ghost in the Bum Day.
I love when honey crystallizes on my sandwich and becomes crunchy.
This is my dad. Note fanny pack.
Today is Spell Dude like Dood and Food like Fude Day.
Also, Kick a Ghost in the Bum Day.
I love when honey crystallizes on my sandwich and becomes crunchy.
This is my dad. Note fanny pack.
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