tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45045500716644375972024-03-13T10:17:55.666-07:00Fantastically FacetiousThe many thoughts that cross my mind. I usually attempt to hold them back... but occasionally I fail miserably, yet that occasion is usually followed by a feeling of relief.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-69172110254303275812012-04-11T22:16:00.000-07:002012-04-11T22:16:28.792-07:00Why I Am Awesome: An Ongoing ListThis is a list of stuff that I wrote a while ago.... I wanted to save it to somewhere so that I might actually see it again in the future..... I may or may not post a few of these in the next little while as I uncover them <br />
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1. My favorite animals are giraffes.... I LOVE THEM!!!!<br />
2. I hate bunnies... except for Jackie Chan<br />
3. I dislike ingesting almost anything that breathes water<br />
4. I love Disney princesses<br />
5. I know almost every word to "Still Alive," the ending credit song of Portal<br />
6. Bubbly is an awesome word... just say it 5 times fast and you will see<br />
7. I have seen every single one of the original Pokemon episodes<br />
8. I still have a Yu-Gi-Oh card collection<br />
9. I know how to play Magic- The Gathering<br />
10. I suck at all video games<br />
11. I am techtarded<br />
12. I used to date a deaf model<br />
13. I have been stung over 20 times by jellyfish<br />
14. The number of bones I have broken is in the double digits<br />
15. None of those were broken when I fell down a mountain<br />
16. I have a very deep respect for gravity<br />
17. I am obsessed with fat people shows... Biggest Loser= <br />
18. I love pumpkin pie (well all pie), pumpkin rolls, pumpkin cookies....<br />
19. When I get excited or frustrated I tend to have an accent<br />
20. I am an anthropology major, which means I am certifiably crazy<br />
21. I hate my hair color in the winter so I dye it... but my hair color is all natural most other seasons<br />
22.I was born blonde<br />
23. I like dark chocolate better than all other chocolate<br />
24. My favorite movie is V for Vendetta<br />
25. I have been diagnosed OCD... but I have been practicing and I am almost NORMAL now!!!!<br />
26. Chunky Monkey ice cream is the bees knees.<br />
27. I was in the Naval JROTC program in high school and it was the best experience of my life<br />
28. I am very bad at filtering my thoughts....<br />
29. I think that half of the world lacks a mental pulse... though I do not exclude myself from this group, and its members are constantly changing....<br />
30. I enjoy banana and mayo sandwiches.... do not knock it till you've tried it.<br />
31. I still cannot pronounce the word Cinnamon<br />
32. I constantly have a stream of songs running through my head<br />
33. My current favorite movie quote is "Oh, spite!... Oh!... HELL!!!!" from A Mid-Summer Nights Dream<br />
34. I absolutely adore my roommates<br />
35. I find that it is impossible for me too pick a favorite pie, song, color, artist, etc.....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-39568752458655939232011-12-13T19:50:00.001-07:002011-12-13T20:11:20.312-07:00Confidence Boost?... I think YESJust for kicks and giggles I got out my "goal pants".....All my girls should know what I mean. (For guys, they are a pair of pants that sit in about every females closet in hopes that they might one day fit.) Anyways, I tried them on just for kicks. Lo and behold, they fit! I didn't even have to do the skinny dance to get them on. YAY!!!!!! And just to brag a bit... they are size 3. <3 <3 <3<br />
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Who cares if I suck on all my finals after this!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-92011502088463319972011-11-30T15:50:00.000-07:002011-11-30T15:50:53.805-07:00I stole this... but it was worth it just so anyone who reads my blog will have contact with this<div class="general_head"> <h1 class="fontsize_44 grid_12"> 10 Things 90s Kids Will Have To Explain To Their Children </h1><div class="intro_line grid_8 prefix_2 suffix_2 fontsize_18 italic"> <div class="intro">While most things we experienced as tots in that headiest of eras seems pretty self-explanatory (plaid was everywhere, Leonardo DiCaprio was the molten ball of light around which the solar system turned, and there was no color too bright for your sweatpants) there are some things that will be a bit harder to explain. Here, a primer for when your future children want to know what the hell you were doing with your boxy, multicolored electronics.</div></div><div class="meta grid_8 prefix_2 suffix_2"> <div class="meta_wrap inline"> <span class="timestamp caps">Nov. 23, 2011</span> <div class="author_container relative inline"> <div class="byline inline fontsize_11 italic">By <span class="author_name caps bold normal_style relative"> <a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/author/chelsea-fagan"> Chelsea Fagan </a> </span> <span class="info_i relative" id="author_i"><img alt="info" src="http://d1judxawj8bkp.cloudfront.net/wp-content/themes/thought_catalog/images/info_i.gif" /></span> </div></div></div></div></div>1. Topanga was at some point in human history considered not only a legitimate first name for a human being, but the kind of name that would inspire in malleable teenage boys a life-long infatuation. Topanga, in our day, was leading lady name-material. Topanga (pronounced Tah-payne-ga, for those who will have only ever seen in it written down) is the name of the quintessential girl-next-door who will live, along with Feeney, in our hearts forever.<br />
2. At some point, we carried around little plastic eggs with tiny screens on them — in these screens lived our hearts, our pets, our raison d’etre, our very own Tamagotchi. We loved them, we listened to their tiny electronic screams of malnourishment, and we occasionally forgot to pick up their poop for long enough that they died a tortured, poop-filled death. They were perhaps our first foray into the life-consuming world of electronics and self-absorption, later to be fully manifested by Facebook.<br />
3. The black Power Ranger was black and the yellow Power Ranger was Asian because…we were so completely ahead of our time and beyond the capacity to even think in terms of something as inconsequential as race that… uh… I don’t know. Casting directors were racist in the nineties.<br />
4. Long before he was spending his days foisting his mediocre children on us, Will Smith was actually the perfect human specimen. He also undoubtedly holds some world record for saving the world the most times while simultaneously delivering flawless catchphrases and giving cool guy nods to the camera. The <em>Men In Black</em> rap song, at the time, was created and received by the public without the slightest trace of irony. Really. He was <em>that</em> good.<br />
5. In some inevitable shift of the time-space continuum in which James Cameron continues to rob humanity of all that is good and sacred in this world,<em> Fern Gully </em>will be known as that movie that ripped off <em>Avatar</em>. It will be up to us to crusade for what is right. It is up to us to explain that <em>Fern Gully</em> was not only a predecessor to <em>Avatar</em>, but far better, in that it contained both Tim Curry as a singing pile of molasses and Robin Williams rapping about animal testing in the pharmaceutical industry. (As a side note, if you have not recently listened to the full lyrics of the “Batty Rap,” I recommend you do, as they are horrifying.)<br />
6. A neighborhood boy who completely disregards your family and puts a ladder directly under the teenage girl’s window to climb up at his discretion is not only acceptable, it’s charming. It’s the kind of stuff that would make said family take the ladder boy under their wing and into their heart. The nineties were a simpler time, one where we didn’t have to worry about things like breaking and entering. Clarissa today would have steel bars on the inside of her window and her father would continually remind her that the next-door boy with his ladder and his touchy hands have no place in his household.<br />
7. Though on the surface, they are the exact same thing in every conceivable way, whether you liked The Backstreet Boys or N*SYNC said more about your character than all of the terrible macaroni art you could ever make for your child psychologist. Essentially, liking *NSYNC meant you liked Justin Timberlake, as he was clearly the Seabiscuit in that race from the get-go. You even liked him with his terrible, icy-blond mini-fro. Liking the Backstreet Boys gave you a bit more of a cultured palate, as there was no clear Diana in those Supremes. Nick was kind of the wholesome, if northern-Florida-redneck safe choice (save for his humiliating younger brother, Aaron). Brian was the shy, sensitive type. AJ was the hottt, dangerous meth addict. Kevin Richardson was mute with sexy, sculpted facial hair. No one liked Howie. Choosing between the two groups was like choosing between two beloved children, but once that line was crossed–there was no going back.<br />
8. “I wanna really really really wanna zig a zig ahh,” has a meaning, and all true nineties kids know it, but we must never share it. Like the Illuminati, it must remain between us, the keyholders. With great power comes great responsibility.<br />
9. Lisa Frank is not the name of a woman, it is the name of a movement, a culture, a way of living. It is a theory, a concept, a belief in something greater than yourself. It is the belief that all girls are entitled to dolphins covered with rainbows, jewel-encrusted frogs, and unicorns in acid-trip colors hugging each other. It is the ideology that no notebook is complete until it literally hurts your eyes to look at from so much color saturation. It is the hope that no school supply, no matter how insignificant, will be left un-bedazzled. It is the knowledge that your eraser cap, and that of your granddaughter’s, and her granddaughter’s after her, will not be some boring little nub–it will be a diamond covered with butterflies in a rainbow of colors. It is the dream of a better tomorrow.<br />
10. Incredibly depressing women in Indiana covered in cats and glass figurines they buy at The Hallmark Store used to troll the web 1.0 to invest thousands of dollars in tiny stuffed animals filled with plastic beans. That happened. Beanie Babies were not just significant, they were the first example most of us had of envy, greed, and wrath. If someone messed up that little heart-shaped Ty tag, so help you God, that was the end of whatever contact you had with that monster of a human being. That tag-less Beanie Baby was now trash, and you had to deal with the consequence. It was at that moment, that de-valued Beanie Baby moment, that most of us accepted the truth… we’ll never have nice things. <span class="tc_mark"><img alt="TC mark" src="http://d1judxawj8bkp.cloudfront.net/wp-content/themes/thought_catalog/images/tc_mark.gif" /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-11284151701958331762011-11-23T20:16:00.000-07:002011-11-23T20:16:59.273-07:00SuckI realized last week that it had been over a year since I last posted in my blog. I thought to myself, I really suck at this. That's okay though, because I made a list of 50 things in life that suck. Enjoy!<br />
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1 Black holes<br />
2 headaches<br />
3 research projects<br />
4 Having to hold your tongue when you have a beautifully witty response just dying to be said<br />
5 Socks with holes in them<br />
6 Saddles that are harnessed wrong<br />
7 Dental appointments<br />
8 Post Its that don't stick<br />
9 Vacuums<br />
10 Psychotic relatives<br />
11 Tiny papercuts that you can't see<br />
12 School<br />
13 Brittany Spears Music<br />
14 Boys, not all of them, but I am frustrated with the vast majority<br />
15 The result of Stephanie trying to cook boxed food<br />
16 Stupid people<br />
17 When someone makes a movie out of your favorite book/musical/play and they totally ruin it<br />
18 Trampoline jumpers with motion sickness<br />
19 Being forced to watch a movie that sucks<br />
20 Puzzle books with the answers ripped out<br />
21 Waking up to every muscle in your body being sore<br />
22 Dropping a table on your foot and having to continue to work<br />
23 Babies- they suck for survival<br />
24 Getting a tattoo and discovering the the words are spelled wrong<br />
25 Brussel Sprouts<br />
26 Exploding pop cans<br />
27 PMS<br />
28 Suckers<br />
29 Forgetting to tun off the alarm clock Friday night, and then being needlessly woken up at 6am on a Saturday<br />
30 Zombies- they suck your brains<br />
31 New England Patriots<br />
32 Being forced to wear an obnoxious orange jumpsuit for protection, and then it doesn't work and you end up dying in an obnoxious orange jumpsuit<br />
33 Astro turf<br />
34 Walking around in public after using the restroom and being told you have toilet paper hanging out of your pants<br />
35 The laundry gnome<br />
36 Scratching your sunburn<br />
37 Stepping on something wet with bare feet, or just after putting fresh socks on<br />
38 Smoke alarms that go off while you are in the shower, so you streak to go press the button to get it to stop, only to find out that it doesn't have a button so you have to rush to find a towel so your roommate doesn't walk in on you nakedly fighting with a piece of flawed technology<br />
39 Homework that you stay up really late doing and then you find out that it is not due<br />
40 Hummingbirds- they are very talented suckers<br />
41 Octopi<br />
42 Sporks- unless they are titanium, cause then they are awesome<br />
43 having an episode of you favorite show end with "to be continued..."<br />
44 Pop- cause it is so delicious but you can't drink it without feeling guilty<br />
45 Sneezing when your mouth is full of Jello<br />
46 The river Suck in Ireland<br />
47 Finals week<br />
48 climbing up a street lamp, discovering you are stuck and can't get down, and then having to call the university police to get you down<br />
49 Having to hike in soggy tennis shoes<br />
50. Vampires- they suck you blood, except for the Cullens, but they just suck in generalUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-7909609823407599592010-11-16T22:20:00.000-07:002010-11-16T22:20:33.453-07:00Lack of filter....Yesterday:<br />
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When walking home from the testing center I encountered a guy who had a strikingly weird look on his face. I failed to notice that my brain was so strongly attached to my mouth until I said "Wow, you must have been slapped with the stupid stick on both cheeks!" The guy mentally came back to earth and asked "What?"<br />
I quickly retracted my word vomit by stating " I didn't say anything..." and hurried away.<br />
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Today:<br />
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While in an anthropology group meeting, the only guy in our group exclaimed, "Wait! It just disappeared!"<br />
To which I replied, "That is the point of pressing delete."<br />
His cheeks flushed a bright shade of red as he realized the stupidity of his remark.<br />
I sat quietly, slightly ashamed of my rude remark.<br />
The rest of my group turned different shades of red, while laughing at the previously mentioned exchange.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-58425630003189238682010-11-09T21:33:00.000-07:002010-11-09T21:33:30.353-07:00Scared Sh!#lessSo, I was walking home from campus at 9:22 pm. It was pitch black... and in the past I had a wonderful accident that left me night blind..... Anyways, back to the spooky tale. <br />
When walking home alone, in the dark, I am acutely aware that I am a girl and, therefore, seemingly easy prey. So I act responsibly. While singing along to my ipod at the top of my lungs, I constantly check my surroundings to ensure that I am not being followed, or about to walk into an ambush of some sort. I walked by the stadium, and on the north end, took the small path between the stadium and three pine trees. To the left of that path, there is a concrete wall that, at night, seems so long and dark that it must be an entrance into the underworld. While walking through the path I suddenly noticed a dark figure rushing towards me on my left side. As my heart seemingly stopped beating, I, being startled yelled an unacceptable curse word and began to run away fromthe figure.<br />
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I then realized that the dark entity was not one of Satan's minions, but my own shadow, who was rushing to catch up with me. Apparently she is afraid of the dark as well...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-26921529896261884742010-10-26T23:24:00.002-07:002010-10-26T23:35:09.220-07:00Photo Fun!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So today's theme was updating pictures that have been locked on my camera for a while now. In between reading a massive amount for my religion class, photo editing was what I did for fun today!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9ocA7NEV07_Vb_bv4MbZhY9dqSVYGyhZZKMZTvnNTvqgNpsABjkYf7NEEcdktXuWfmi_BlFqyikyD5tMXpMlYCZZEeNOMOc0rA1AdpJOGV3uzGhs0c3Su_so1uypH9BBbo5p24QazKaM/s320/DSCF0831.JPG" width="240" /></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir9eeYQ8YcpDEAi_LD6lzz-eRNKJCTn9rRenx0Y2nLomOVSV6W9qXiBHIUfMXaFilh9SpeBAUYuTD_I_O2n4nxBm3sAmHYOTa5DghYTFbphL5_aWCG0WlNVVo2fratBf214ydNTiytofbC/s320/DSCF0806.JPG" width="299" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yep... This is how my family spends time... We teach the younger members how to rope... This is Mikayla's first session, and we are so proud. Isn't she a natural?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAtNNok9aVBMdlOLYpLVfBH1epgVQDSa9730eyh3PDtVj4uf_3K3ualsrEoCrij7mfgngMBqFVluEN7MINZ9-b28pX64rMdNgz77-H_eWvzthGhMhBL3DVVGucokemiKwcKNWa4P3mhba/s640/DSCF0754.JPG" width="476" /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">And this is the grand finale!!!! This wonderfully intelligent entity spent at least forty-five minutes licking the door frame.... I know this because that is at least how long I spent at the Giraffe exhibit..... and twenty of those forty-five minutes were spent intently observing this ritual. Whilst I was unfailingly enthralled, Brenton was most likely bored, annoyed, and befuddled as to why such action was captivating to an educated individual.... It is no wonder why that relationship did not last. Seriously? Just <i>Look</i> at this beautiful creature and <i>tell </i>me that this is not the most amusing thing you have seen.</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-41425089909069630612010-10-24T19:15:00.000-07:002010-10-24T19:15:08.695-07:00Silence is Golden.......... Said by someone inexperienced, I am sureSo earlier this week I decided to not talk for a while.... two hours and 15 minutes. I did not think it would be all that hard, considering I know sign language....... However there was a flaw or two in my calculations.... 1. I have forgotten some ASL, 2. Most people do NOT know sign language (Bless Lynnae for trying though), 3. I enjoy talking too much to withhold verbal communication without some degree of pain. For a while I resorted to typing my responses on my lap top. Which is the following:<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">FYI..... This is <span style="font-size: 32pt;">FREAKING HARD!!!</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">When I am not talking I cannot inflect my voice... <i>hence</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> I am changing fonts and such</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">drool cup?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">…<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">. Reading the train of thought in text is kinda funny to read....</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I have been deleting some things though</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">That I can do</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">*Flicking Brian's ear for bugging his sister</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">It was fun....</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Your force sucks...</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Little kids planning assassinations? Aubry... please stop filtering that example to school kids...</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 44pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;">P.S. I Love You!!!</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Si</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Depends on whether you get name brands</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I <3 Malt o meal</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Brian... + 5 idiot points</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">You may spend them, however you wish</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">You must be REALLY Lucky then</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">A mexican with a russian accent... that is new</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">What is SMS?????</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Aubry can choose</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">...hello, resident assassin?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">What do you need?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I have now gone 40 minutes without talking</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">uh oh uh oh, stuck like glue, you and me baby we're stuck like glue *singing</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I think I am disturbed, ever so slightly</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: normal;">you told me about this </span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Go to a furniture store and get a couple of large shipping boxes, gather about six couples together and decorate the boxes like cars. Then when you are finished, put handles on the inside, travel to the local drive-in, climb in, and walk your group through the drive-in and order dinner. </span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 32pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I noticed</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> <span style="font-size: 32pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Note... post Dilbert: the nack on my blog</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 32pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I know how to do that</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 32pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I have now gone almost an hour without talking</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 32pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I am grateful for Savannah's hilarious blog this morning</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 32pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;">That Two of my three classes on friday were cancelled </span></span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 32pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;">And That I will soon be able to restock on chocolate... because, sadly, I am out </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 32pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">That was the last of me having my laptop, after that Savannah, Lynnae, Nu Gai, Kunkee and me all piled into Savannah's car, Nemo, to go to the grocery store.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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So the past few days have been busy and awesome! I went on an ice cream date on Thursday the lasted four and a half hours.... so ice cream and talking.....<br />
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Friday there was a game night at Michelle's grandmother's house. We played Kelly rummy, of course, not playing that specific game is borderline blasphemy when considering our environment and company.Plus I think that is what her grandma looks forward to the most. We also played boxers or briefs, which is hilarious. The game was fun, but with the right people it could rise to the level of lithicness!<br />
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After the game night was over, Lynnae, Me, and Andrew hooked up my laptop to Andrew's car's sound system and watched the Disney version of Three Musketeers, which Lynnae and I can quote almost completely. I did not go to bed until four in the morning. I was supposed to wake up before nine to go to Sister Scott's house in the morning. I slept in, but I made it. When Christina knocked on the door, I scrambled to get ready and left before I could even brush my teeth... gross, right?<br />
At Sister Scott's house we made the birthday cards for the Relief Society birthdays from August through the end of November. They were WAY cute!<br />
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I then proceeded to go home, shower, and watch the extended version of Two Towers with Lynnae. (P.S. Smeagol is creepy, but adorable... like a gremlin) Somehow I missed a call from Andrew... who through a message made fun of my redneck accent that is apparently obvious on my voice mail. I returned the call with a message saying "Tag, Your it!"<br />
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As it turned out, Andrew was calling in the Cafe Rio that I owed him ( He completely tricked me into betting him Cafe Rio during a card trick... which was stupid of me to fall for, and sly of him to use). So to Cafe Rio we went....<br />
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You see, I have wonderful taste.... in both food and clothing. Lynnae can attest to the clothing portion, seeing as she has been coming in and out of the living room asking me to pick her skirt and shoes for her Sunday outfit. She looks wonderful, of course, she always does.<br />
Anywho, at Cafe Rio I ordered my regular pork burrito with black beans and mild sauce, cooked enchilada style. YUM!!!! Andrew proceeded to order the same thing..... copycat.....<br />
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After Cafe Rio we went country dancing. I love to dance, but I had never gone country swing dancing, which apparently I am not horrible at. During the course of the night was was flung around at mach speeds, while spinning, and somehow miraculously no getting overly dizzy or nauseous. Andrew and I probably looked like we knew what we were doing, considering that over the course of the night I would jump and be flipped around his body, or hanging upside down from his shoulder as he spun in circles. I can't wait to go again.<br />
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After dancing we got shakes, to cool off, and went to his apartment to choose a movie. At his apartment were three girls and his financially successful roommate, all watching a movie. They suggested Sahara, at which I stated that I thought Matthew Maconahay was gay, couldn't act, and was only famous because he repeatedly took off his shirt. At that comment everyone in the room was open mouthed with shock, and one female exclaimed that she was personally offended at that remark. Their reactions= priceless!<br />
After leaving the apartment, I informed Andrew that I, in fact, do enjoy Matthew Maconahay movies, and that I really do consider him to be a good actor, regardless of whether he is shirtless or fully clothed. Apparently it is rude to mess with the fragile emotions of adolescent college aged girls... but somehow it leaves me feeling fulfilled. <br />
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By the time I arrived home after this epic night, it was two in the morning. These late night outings are not conducive to waking up on time. Once again I woke up late, scrambling to dress myself in the appropriate attire while my visiting teaching companion waited in the living room. Visiting teaching was completed. The girls I teach are adorable, and I think I shall enjoy my assignments this semester. <br />
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Now I am home, ready for church, finished with cutting the love note papers to their appropriate size... for the most part... my measurement skills are not exactly up to par at the moment. And I am finally updating my blog, which was necessary considering the length of this post, despite how briefly I described the events of the past few days.<br />
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I would just like to add that I miss talking to my friend Kristopher Lange, with whom I have not conversed since Tuesday. And that, now, I must end for I need to call my mother and update her on these recent events. I predict that his phone call will be slightly extended in length.<br />
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Until next time.......Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-67974804843865213812010-10-08T22:41:00.000-07:002010-10-08T22:41:28.838-07:00GratefulsToday is a grateful day<br />
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Hot chocolate- for its ability to warm my soul in the chilliest of environments<br />
Rainy days- for reminding me that sometimes trials are necessary to clean your soul and mind, just as rain cleanses the world<br />
Good friends- to just sit and talk, and make you feel special, even if there is nothing extraordinary about you<br />
Funny professors- who make learning enjoyable, not all things worthwhile should feel like work<br />
People who have the ability to make any situation funny- sometimes it gets annoying, but the majority of the time it makes your day better<br />
Epic quote walls- that make you smile despite your mood<br />
Morgan- I love you so much! It is so hard for me to not be able to be with you and have the daily contact that most sisters have. Sometimes I feel bad about being a failure at being a big sister. I am so proud of you and all that you have accomplished. We did not have much growing up, but you have found a way to make your dreams come true. You are living the lifestyle you want, and you have a wonderful family that is willing to take you in as their own. Never forget to thank Liz and Brian for all that they have done for you. <br />
Stay up on all of your school work. Dedication and hard work will help you achieve all of your goals. I have not completed all of mine, but it seems to be working thus far. <br />
If you ever want to talk, remember that I am always willing to listen. <br />
Remember that you are beautiful, strong, and one of the most caring people I know. Don't block that part of your personality out just because you have seen mom used and abused for it. That personality trait is something to be treasured. It is one of the best things that you could have inherited from mom.<br />
I love you SO much! Never forget that.<br />
KayLeigh- I know that we do not have the normal relationship that sisters tend to have. Yes we yell at each other, and argue, and do our best to push each others buttons.. that is all normal. <br />
I know that I can be overbearing sometimes. I often have to be the parent when I am home... usually the role of dad. But I do not tell you enough how much I love you, and I adore you. When you are not doing your best to make me mad, you are one of the sweetest and most creative girls I know. You can dance, you can create something out of nothing. You love music almost the same degree that I do. I am so proud of you for all of the achievements you have made. I do not know if you know this, but I still have all of the pictures you used to draw for me. I am sorry I have not been able to be around for you as often as I would like to. I do my best to make sure you are taken care of, whether it is just giving mom suggestions on how to best take care of you, or helping with bills. I ask about you all of the time. P.S. I am glad you are liking the City of Bones book. The whole book series is great.... but you should refrain from reading while in math class, :P <br />
I love you so much!<br />
Be good for mom, please. She is doing her best to take care of you. Remember that life has not always been kind to her, and you could not ask for a more caring mother.<br />
If you need to talk, shoot me an email, or if the time is appropriate, call me.<br />
I Love you!!!!!<br />
People who bring doughnuts for the entire class<br />
Lessons that bribe you with candy<br />
Class cancellations<br />
Tests that you know you aced without a doubt<br />
Roommates that make shopping trips interesting<br />
The inevitable pillow fights that plague our apartments<br />
Recalling my past meltdown at my encounter with mega spider<br />
Misinterpreted comments<br />
... and the list goes on and on and on.....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-48576366084542106282010-10-08T10:21:00.001-07:002010-10-08T10:21:48.512-07:00<table border="0" width="600" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> <tr> <td width="20" rowspan="8"><img src="cid:tmobilespace.gif" width="20" height="20"></td> <td width="600" colspan="2"><img src="cid:tmobilespace.gif" width="600" height="20"></td> <td width="20" rowspan="8"><img src="cid:tmobilespace.gif" width="20" height="20"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="600" colspan="2"><img src="cid:dottedline600.gif" width="600"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="370"> <!-- presentation starts here --> <table border=0><tr><tr><td colspan=1 align="Left">I just finished a 24 question test in about 5 minutes. Yep :-) I think today is going to be awesome.</td></tr></tr><TR><TD width=350 colSpan=1><IMG height=30 src="cid:tmobilespace.gif" width=350></TD></TR><TR><TD width=350 colSpan=4><IMG src="cid:dottedline350.gif" width=350></TD></TR><TR><TR><TD width=350 colSpan=4><IMG height=30 src="cid:tmobilespace.gif" width=350></TD></TR></table> <!-- presentation ends here --> </td> <td width="240" bgcolor="#f2f2f2"><BR></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="600" colspan="2"><img src="cid:tmobilelogo.gif" width="600" height="105"></td> </tr> </span></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="600" colspan="2"><img src="cid:tmobilespace.gif" width="600" height="40"></td> </tr> </table> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-18132775341537143532010-10-05T18:08:00.000-07:002010-10-05T18:08:14.700-07:00“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.” -Washington IrvingI want to thank God for roommates who care and understand life. Last night was an off night for me. Everyone I knew was telling stories of their parents and family friends, and the relationships they have with them. I could not help but be jealous for what I did not have. I know that my family situation made me who I am today, but I can't help but twitch with envy as I hear about people who can rely on their parents for help, spiritually, emotionally, and for temporal needs. <br />
After everyone else began getting ready for bed, Lynnae and I sat down to finish a movie we had started earlier. She noticed that I was in an off mood, and offered to just cuddle and play with my hair. I was in control of myself until I realized that my mom never did that with me. Lo and behold, I started bawling.<br />
Lynnae stayed up with until about two in the morning just listening and talking. It is such a comfort and a relief to have a friend that is willing to take care of me.<br />
I realized something last night. People are ashamed of crying. They hide the tears, and the emotions behind them. They put on brave faces to confront the world. But tears are not something to be completely hidden, they are to be shared with someone you truly care about.<br />
Being strong and self-sufficient is a noble thing, but being able to share your weakness with someone who loves you makes your bond stronger. There is an intimate level of trust involved, for when someone knows your weaknesses they know how to hurt you more severely. But with certain people in your life, you have absolute knowledge that they would never purposely cause you pain.<br />
I can't help but think of the Savior in Gethsemane. He shed blood, sweat and tears. This moment, though recorded for the entire world to know, was only shared with His father. He cried in pain. His cries were heard. And because of His strength I know I can be strong as well. There is nothing in this life that I cannot handle with Christ to guide me. <br />
As today began, I still felt the residual emotions that had flooded last night. And as the day unfolded, stress set in as I attempted to fit in the study groups, the labs, the tests, the studying, and all of the other things on my to-do list. I took my geology test and earned a B, which in not bad for the first test of the semester. I called my mom to check in and, no surprise, there was drama on that end. And by the time I got home, still having a relatively lengthy to-do list, I felt at peace. This is quite odd, and I can't explain why, nothing really got easier, nothing changed. But I do feel like what I talked about last night has helped clear the fog. I am not exactly looking through crystal at where I need to go and what I need to do. But it isn't blocked by a brick wall anymore, and that is slightly more comforting.<br />
I am also grateful for uplifting music that portrays exactly how I feel. I have experienced a lot in my life, and I have hidden my feelings about a lot of it. Now the only thing I regret about my past is that I did not express myself, and when I did, I redacted the words soon after.<br />
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I unapologize<br />
I meant every word<br />
Won’t take back the way I feel about you<br />
Can’t unsay what you heard<br />
Cause you heard me right<br />
And I won’t try to fighting back to hide my feelings for you<br />
I unapologize<br />
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There’s no time to be<br />
Holding it all in and trying to pretend<br />
That I don’t care feel anything<br />
Oh, I shouldn’t have said I’m sorry<br />
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At the moment this song resonates with me. I am not sorry for how I feel. I am not ashamed, because I have nothing that needs to be hidden. I still have things to confront, but I think I will soon be prepared to do that. It is scary to think about, and it will be hard. But it is not something that is impossible anymore.<br />
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<div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">On another note, I feel like my blog has been becoming serious on a regular basis... I can't have that happening now, can I?</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><pre style="font-family: inherit;"> Bill, Jim, and Scott were at a convention together and were
sharing a large suite on the top of a 75 story sky scraper.
After a long day of meetings they were shocked to hear that the
elevators in their hotel were broken and they would have to climb
75 flights of stairs to get to their room. Bill said to Jim and
Scott, let's break the monotony of this unpleasant task by
concentrating on something interesting. I'll tell jokes for 25
flights, and Jim can sing songs for 25 flights, and Scott can
tell sad stories the rest of the way. At the 26th floor Bill
stopped telling jokes and Jim began to sing. At the 51st floor
Jim stopped singing and Scott began to tell sad stories. "I will
tell my saddest story first," he said. "I left the room key in
the car!" </pre><pre style="font-family: inherit;"> </pre><pre style="font-family: inherit;">And of course I must have something that proves how politically correct I am... bwa ha ha</pre><pre style="font-family: inherit;"> </pre><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><pre>Little Red Riding Hood</pre></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">There once was a young person named Little Red Riding Hood who lived on the edge of a large forest full of endangered owls and rare plants that would probably provide a cure for cancer if only someone took the time to study them.</div><div> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Red Riding Hood lived with a nurture giver whom she sometimes referred to as "mother", although she didn't mean to imply by this term that she would have thought less of the person if a close biological link did not in fact exist. Nor did she intend to denigrate the equal value of nontraditional households, although she was sorry if this was the impression conveyed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">One day her mother asked her to take a basket of organically grown fruit and mineral water to her grandmother's house.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"But mother, won't this be stealing work from the unionized people who have struggled for years to earn the right to carry all packages between various people in the woods?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Red Riding Hood's mother assured her that she had called the union boss and gotten a special compassionate mission exemption form.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"But mother, aren't you oppressing me by ordering me to do this?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Red Riding Hood's mother pointed out that it was impossible for women to oppress each other, since all women were equally oppressed until all women were free.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"But mother, then shouldn't you have my brother carry the basket, since he's an oppressor, and should learn what it's like to be oppressed?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her brother was attending a special rally for animal rights, and besides, this wasn't stereotypical women's work, but an empowering deed that would help engender a feeling of community.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"But won't I be oppressing Grandma, by implying that she's sick and hence unable to independently further her own selfhood?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">But Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her grandmother wasn't actually sick or incapacitated or mentally handicapped in any way, although that was not to imply that any of these conditions were inferior to what some people called "health".</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Thus Red Riding Hood felt that she could get behind the idea of delivering the basket to her grandmother, and so she set off.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place, but Red Riding Hood knew that this was an irrational fear based on cultural paradigms instilled by a patriarchal society that regarded the natural world as an exploitable resource, and hence believed that natural predators were in fact intolerable competitors.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Other people avoided the woods for fear of thieves and deviants, but Red Riding Hood felt that in a truly classless society all marginalized peoples would be able to "come out" of the woods and be accepted as valid lifestyle role models.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">On her way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood passed a woodchopper, and wandered off the path, in order to examine some flowers.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">She was startled to find herself standing before a Wolf, who asked her what was in her basket.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Red Riding Hood's teacher had warned her never to talk to strangers, but she was confident in taking control of her own budding sexuality, and chose to dialogue with the Wolf.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">She replied, "I am taking my Grandmother some healthful snacks in a gesture of solidarity."</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">The Wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop an alternative and yet entirely valid worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I would prefer to be on my way."</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Red Riding Hood returned to the main path, and proceeded towards her Grandmother's house.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">But because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the Wolf knew of a quicker route to Grandma's house.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">He burst into the house and ate Grandma, a course of action affirmative of his nature as a predator. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist gender role notions, he put on Grandma's nightclothes, crawled under the bedclothes, and awaited developments.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, "Grandma, I have brought you some cruelty free snacks to salute you in your role of wise and nurturing matriarch."</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">The Wolf said softly "Come closer, child, so that I might see you."</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Red Riding Hood said, "Goddess! Grandma, what big eyes you have!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"You forget that I am optically challenged."</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"And Grandma, what an enormous, what a fine nose you have."</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"Naturally, I could have had it fixed to help my acting career, but I didn't give in to such societal pressures, my child."</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"And Grandma, what very big, sharp teeth you have!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">The Wolf could not take any more of these specist slurs, and, in a reaction appropriate for his accustomed milieu, he leaped out of bed, grabbed Little Red Riding Hood, and opened his jaws so wide that she could see her poor Grandmother cowering in his belly.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"Aren't you forgetting something?" Red Riding Hood bravely shouted.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"You must request my permission before proceeding to a new level of intimacy!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">The Wolf was so startled by this statement that he loosened his grasp on her.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">At the same time, the woodchopper burst into the cottage, brandishing an ax.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"Hands off!" cried the woodchopper.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"And what do you think you're doing?" cried Little Red Riding Hood. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"If I let you help me now, I would be expressing a lack of confidence in my own abilities, which would lead to poor self esteem and lower achievement scores on college entrance exams."</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"Last chance, sister! Get your hands off that endangered species!</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">This is an FBI sting!" screamed the woodchopper, and when Little Red Riding Hood nonetheless made a sudden motion, he sliced off her head. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"Thank goodness you got here in time," said the Wolf. "The brat and her grandmother lured me in here. I thought I was a goner."</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"No, I think I'm the real victim, here," said the woodchopper.<br />
"I've been dealing with my anger ever since I saw her picking those protected flowers earlier. And now I'm going to have such a trauma. Do you have any aspirin?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"Sure," said the Wolf.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"Thanks."</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"I feel your pain," said the Wolf, and he patted the woodchopper on his firm, well padded back, gave a little belch, and said "Do you have any Maalox?"</div><pre><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></pre><pre><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span> </pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-43095138918786341922010-10-03T22:39:00.002-07:002010-10-03T22:39:33.876-07:00Teenage Mother<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">He saw her once, and later twice</div><div> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">So different from the others</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Her beauty held him in a thrall</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">That was my teenage mother</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">The time it flew,they thought they knew</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">much better than their mothers</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">They prematurely proved their love</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">The world, theirs to discover</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">A season passed, and life did too</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">The earth, the snow did cover</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">The young girl cried beneath a tree</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Too young to be a mother</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">The baby came, and time flew by</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">A boy, my older brother</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Change separated the couple's path</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Away, this took my mother</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Yet on her own, forgot, alone</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">No man to give her cover</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">She left at home two daughters</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Forgot she is a mother</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Now I, while growing, must learn how</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">To nurture and raise others.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">The burden of my parent's choice</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Made me a teenage mother</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">My life, chaotic, rarely bright</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">My soul is often smothered</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">I have no choice. I must press on</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">The duties of another</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">She hovers near, I suffocate</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Her pattern starts to stutter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">I carry on, with strength of will</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">I, now, a teenage mother.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-19676902176729909332010-10-03T12:47:00.001-07:002010-10-03T13:01:08.111-07:00Unintentional Examples<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihYTjV21hRFMyh_W2lhrkXRb4Pvxw621BlnHufZeJBITaGdJsyRj2J5igMPh9fptO2Sr5dr34fXZUWYEUDccvtxuzTtPbYrqniHqXeaTHxmpwUJ4LUx2E0DHeaCqG03NleA4W8JB8GOy9a/s1600/mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihYTjV21hRFMyh_W2lhrkXRb4Pvxw621BlnHufZeJBITaGdJsyRj2J5igMPh9fptO2Sr5dr34fXZUWYEUDccvtxuzTtPbYrqniHqXeaTHxmpwUJ4LUx2E0DHeaCqG03NleA4W8JB8GOy9a/s320/mom.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
Today was amazing. I received a lot of personal insight from the Conference talks so far, but that was not the best part. In between sessions, while I was out with my "wardies" eating brunch, I received a text from my mother who is inactive. The text mentioned that she was watching conference, and that she was proud of the example I have set. And to confirm she actually watched the session this morning she said that she wished she could rewind the section of Dallin H. Oaks talk about having a personal line of revelation and a priesthood line, and how one suffers without the other. When I buy conference issue of the Ensign she wants a copy too, which is money I am more than willing to spend. Eeeeek!<br />
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This is a very exciting development!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-83535003040837688652010-10-02T16:00:00.000-07:002010-10-02T16:00:43.421-07:00InfluencesI have learned through my life that the people you surround yourself with influence you life. Whether that influence is positive or negative depends on their character. I have 5 roommates and they are all wonderful to be around. Their characters I can see shaping me closer to the person that I want to become. This is a rare feeling for me.<br />
Michelle is the matriarch. She shares a room with me, and is a constant reminder of the spiritual aspects of my life that need improvement. With her I am continuously surrounded by pictures of Prophets, temples, spiritual music, and the savior.<br />
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Aubry is the sweet, quiet personality. Apparently she has a dark side that we all sense because we picked her to be the criminal in a who-dun-it. She got more votes than anyone else in the apartment. She is also my history buddy.<br />
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Masae is out Japanese roommate. She goes to the Asian ward and is never home. Whenever we do see her she is always in a good mood.<br />
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Savannah is the wonderfully creative roommate who is constantly on the edge of passing out from exhaustion due to her school and work schedule. She is a lot of fun to be around... when she is coherent.<br />
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And then there is Lynnae, with whom I spend a large amount of time. She has the most life experience in common with me. She is the person who stays up with me really late and we just talk about life, boys, memories, and whatever happens to come into context. To make a long explanation short... I absolutely adore her.<br />
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Now as I continue to write about my day, I shall make numerous grammatical mistakes to drive Lynnae's nerd crazy. (P.S. I love you!)<br />
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today Was general conference? the talks were absolutely reallllly well. There were a few of them that struck home and made me think that God was lecturing me ever so slightly. Especially Elder Scott's comment "Be thankful that god lets you struggle for a long time before an answer comes". This made me cringe when I think about what is goin on in my life at the moment. This past week the same themes are reoccurring: patience.... not passing judgement... patience, faith, patience, patience.... and ummm, lets see.... patience?<br />
Since God has made it so obvious that what I need to do is not do anything, i am not sure what to focus on in the meantime. School, church.... I need to start going to the temple every week again, and I found myself a gym buddy so that I feel like I am being active. (Thank you Kunkee!)<br />
Until next time....<br />
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BON JOVI!!!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-73168597121752204912010-08-22T21:42:00.000-07:002010-08-22T21:42:50.657-07:00Grr<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;">I really wish you would put your lip over your face and swallow it.</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-71923769116196122472010-08-21T19:31:00.001-07:002010-08-21T19:31:18.824-07:00<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: orange;">Its Like Telling A Comedian "You're too funny. I don't like you."</span></b></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-73338638441769974302010-08-20T22:15:00.002-07:002010-08-20T22:15:06.229-07:00quoteYou cannot be angry with God without believing in Him.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-17273119474536641562010-08-16T21:00:00.000-07:002010-08-16T21:00:05.845-07:00BusyThis week has been crazy busy with finals. Not much to say... just a lot of the same stuff.<br />
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Sarcastic Comment of the Day:<br />
Our terrier Penny would not stop yapping.<br />
My Aunt yells "I have the power to make you die!!!!!"<br />
I laughedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504550071664437597.post-6751478122625186012010-08-06T14:59:00.000-07:002010-08-06T14:59:11.810-07:00Day TwoSo today, after I finished my history test, I went home and continued to move my belongings to my new apartment. This is exhausting when it requires going up and down two flights of stairs. I soon remembered that I was supposed to meet up with a friend to train him at the gym today at one. I was a little bit late, but nonetheless made it to the appointment. The next hour and a half was quite enjoyable... at least it was for me. I made him run for twenty minutes on the treadmill, sprinting the last two. He did a lot better than last time... because this time cardio was not followed by the inability to walk and the urge to pass out. I ran him through a few workouts on machines, but what made this session so fun was that I ran workouts on the mats. I was getting so many weird looks from people. On person went back and forth multiple times, staring. I am not sure what was going through his head. A few people were looking at my victim (the friend I am training) with pity. And my favorite part was the looks I got from a few guys who, who are twice my size, and about three times my weight. The phrase going through their mind was obvious by the looks on their faces. While the watched me smiling as quarts of sweat are dripping off my friend their eyes were telling me "you are sadistic." I guess it might be weird that I enjoy working people out to about an inch of consciousness, but my dear friend was not complaining because he wants to lose ten pounds before his girlfriend comes back at the end of the month. This makes me think. Many guys are in awe at females who pour boiling hot wax on various bodyparts in order to make themselves more appealing. But males do this too. While females are scorching themselves, men spend countless hours working out and doing extremely stupid things that most often cause pain simply to attract the females who attempt rip every unattractive hair from their body. Why must we all resort to pain? I have no clue, because I am one of those guilty of putting myself through major discomfort for the sole reason of attracting a member of the opposite gender.<br />
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So today it rained. Not usually a good sign for the start of the day, but progression of time is sometimes helpful... only sometimes. I went to my only class of the day, weight training. Since I am participating in a research study (which is being conducted by my coach) I am not allowed to work out. This is ever so slightly annoying, but I just get so much enjoyment from being stuck 6 times in both my thigh and my calf and spending 15 minutes standing on a machine that vibrates me hard enough that my teeth feel like cracking and I can't see straight. RIGHT! So I walked all the way to campus, into the weight training room, said "I'm here!" and then walked out. I hiked the stars of death to upper campus to go to the testing center. I attempted to take a test, guess what? The testing center was closed. So I walked home, considering whether owning a giraffe as a pet was ethical, I still don't know my opinion on that one.<br />
I can't complain about everything. When I did get the opportunity to take my test I earned a 100% (yay me!). Upon arriving at my apartment, I found that my wonderful roommate made wheat cinnamon rolls (yumm!). And I walked in on an in depth conversation about the next moves of the Nefarious Lady Deathmoon (villian), the Ubiquitious Pink Ninja (hero), and the duplicitious character of the Doppleganger. All of these characters are created to represent each person in my apartment. I am still trying to decide on a character and name. If you have any ideas please let me know. My creative juices are lacking considerably at the present moment.<br />
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The comment of the day: This section is dedicated to the comment that made me smile the most during the day.<br />
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*Upon hearing that Prop 8 had been overturned, my usually quiet and meek roommate replied "Is it wrong that assassination came to mind?"<br />
The answer to that is "Yes, oddly quiet roommate, assassination is wrong. But kudos for the cynical remark used to vent your frustration."<br />
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*I mean no animosity to the gay community by posting this, it was just an oddly entertaining situation to observe. To quote Myq Kaplan "I am gay friendly, which in high school meant I was gay. I hate the term 'gay friendly' it makes me Straight angry." "American prejudice has reached new levels. They used to outlaw interracial marriage. Black people should not marry whites, they should marry blacks. Now they are saying Gay people shouldn't marry gays, they should marry....... us?"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0