Friday, December 12, 2008

What the Olympics did to me

First off, Amy I apologize for not doing the tagged thing. My computer has come up with some crazy virus. Now that that's out of the way...

I want to go to china. I must, I need.

This desire started about 4 months ago and has only intensified with time. I don't know why, I don't know when, I'm not even sure what China is like, but I must go there sometime in the future or I think I will sit in my apartment until the day I die thinking about it. I have never felt so strongly about something like this in my entire life. It's weird and frightening and exciting. I literally ache for China.

Isn't is odd that we only experience a tiny teensy weensy portion of this HUGE planet we call home?? How are we not breaking out of this BOX we're in and just experiencing the world??? I want to help people, I want to contribute to the world, I want to be a FORCE and not merely something that sits and is selfish and sucks in my own needs and leaves the world as it is.

If anyone is going, count me in.

Friday, November 7, 2008

This is all I do.

This show is genius. I'm so attached. I realize I missed the boat when it was actually on television, but my roomie has all the DVDs and I AM SO in love. Please don't spoil it for me. Will Luke and Lorelai get back together? it's killing me. Watch it. SOOOOOOOOOO good.

Monday, October 27, 2008

If you didn't like it, you're probably lying.

Midnight showing of HSM3 (as we true fans like to call it)= BEST. night of my. LIFE.

OK, let's stop for a minute. I know I don't seem like a Disney Channel Movie kind of girl. Or maybe I do. BUT this whole post is absolutely genuine. This was, perhaps; scratch that, definitely, the best night of my existence. We got there 2 hours early, and were literally jumping up and down for joy in line. (as Wes and Staish rolled there eyes at us--they came because they knew it meant so much to us, bless their souls). Mindy took it upon herself to politely body check other fans out of the way to score us prime seating, and in the first 10 seconds when Zac Efron's 15 foot face filled the screen, I screamed like a little fourteen year old girl (which is what the majority of the audience was). This movie is beyond cheesy. For example, celings open up to reveal stars at romantic moments, boy appear in trees out of nowhere in tuxs, cars come to life, rain falls on the two lovers when seconds before it was a nice sunny day, Gabriella refers to Troy lovingly as "Wildcat," and there is a legit carbon-copy Footloose scene. I guess Troy's inner turmoil just had to be released via song and dance in the abandoned school at midnight. And the junk yard scene? Don't even get me started. I apologize, I'm ruining it for you. But, if you will only have the faith necessary to fork out the measely $8 (trust me for what you're getting that's measley) you will never regret it. You will find a new obsession. You will laugh your face off. Mindy admits she cried more this night than when Thomas left. I repeat, you will laugh your face off. People, as the girl's in the row in front of us said, this movie is a gift! Let's not be ungrateful. Also, if nothing else persuades you to see this ridiculous G-rated cheese-fest, Zac Efron could be the best looking individual on the planet. It's sort of freaky how good looking actually. If you have eyes I'm sure you have already noticed that. So go see it! Then call me and you can come over and watch YouTube videos of Zac with Mindy, Kellie and I. No need to make an appointment, nightly at 8:00 P.M. loves.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Today I am grateful for:

  • Taco soup
  • Laundry=done
  • Kellie Wentz thinking I'm funny
  • Gilmore Girls
  • My fluffy hair
  • Busy schedule
  • Physiology. interesting stuff
  • Tights under my pants to keep me warm
  • the gospel
  • FHE
  • mission prep class
  • Brother Bott
  • Elder Titensor
  • Mom
  • Matt (hermano)
  • Halloween season
  • my coat
  • Camden
  • The season's changing
  • My bed
  • The office
  • You, blog
  • Memories, especially recorded ones
  • Lon's BBQ
  • Being single. Learning how to do that.
  • School

Amen. And that only took about 2 minutes. I recommend it to all.

Monday, September 29, 2008


I just recently read this book:

and it was fantastic. A.J. Jacob's first book, "The Know-it-All" is one of my favorites--it's about his quest to read the entire encyclopedia. Anyways, this book isn't quite as good as his first one, but nontheless he's hilarious and you would love him. I'm real proud of myself, I haven't read a novel since high school (and that was usually just for a class) and now I actually finished a novel! Gold star for me. The REAL reason for this post is that I am now bookless because of aforementioned (is that a word?) finishing of this book, so....what should I read? What's your favorite book? Suggestions are required. If you don't, then you will have bad luck for the next 22 years and a boils on your feet for a lifetime. In other words, please?

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Here's to the mailman

This man made my week. Six weeks later, I got a letter and gratefully Matt still exists. I promised myself I wouldn't be a letter-waiter, or cheesy and say stuff like "I love my missionary!" but y'know what


and I sprinted across campus to get it, and if that makes me very zoobie BYUish, then so be it. I embrace my lonely missionary widower tendencies.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Sad songs should be banned

I used to think I was original. That stereotypical chick flicks and sappy books about love such as "Charly" would never get to me. (Just so you know, Charly didn't). I'm a Twilight book-hater, and an anti-country music person, for example, because of both of their just ridiculous BLATANT unoriginality on the topic of love and reality. But, friends, big news. I'm a girl, and I'm freaking emotional as of late. I was listening to a microbiology podcast on iTunes, and right as it finished, the next song in my library started playing. Which, incidentally was Landslide by Fleetwood Mac. Have you ever listened to it? Or even read the words? If not, indulge now. Lyrics follow:

I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Well, I've been afraid of changing
cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
and I'm getting older too

Oh, take my love, take it down
Climb a mountain and turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well maybe the landslide will bring it down

Wow, right? okay, maybe not for you, but I was near tears after it was over. A combination of the crappiness that is hard college classes, the beautiful tone of Stevie Nicks' voice, and just every sad thing in my life that this song made me think of has made me an emotional child. And nothing in my life is particularly sad at the moment. Damn that Stevie Nicks.
And it's not just this song, mind you. After it was over I decided (foolishly) to go on a sad song binge and listen to every song that has ever had any meaning to me in my entire lame little emotional wreck life, and 1 hour later I tore off my headphones in disgust and started to write this post. Now I think I'm no better then those girls who break up with there boyfriends because their love isn't as real as Edward's and whats-her-face's and think that A Walk to Remember is the most profound and inspirational film every created. Kill me.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Oh hello.

I suck at blogging don't I? I've been avoiding it because
1. I do not have a camera. Who wants to look at a wordy post? (such as this one)
2. yeah, I never should have started listing reasons.

But in the last 2 or so weeks life has changed rather dramatically and so I will make you suffer through a post with nothing but words. terribly sorry.
My hermano is HOME! As in, in Utah, not California, no longer a missionary, now an awkward recovering missionary. I love it. Both the his presence at home part and the awkwardness part. I introduced him to my roommate (more on these "rommates" later) and as he shook her hand, he said "Hi, I'm Elder Wil---Matt. I'm Matt. How adorable. The reunion at the airport was joyous. That is the exact word I was looking for. Everyone was pumped up and excited as we stood and anxiously looked at the escalators with about 10+ missionary families, just as nerdy and Utah-county-ish as ourselves. When Matt finally arrived, my mom basically body checked several other hysterical mothers and caught him at the immediate end of the escalator. She bawled, Matt bawled, everyone was freaking out, and Camden was deathly scared and confused as to why we were all bawling and freaking out. (speaking of Camden, my brother Matt has now replaced Philippines Matt in his mind...Philippines Matt no longer exists. something that was inevitable but y'know I'm not crazy about). So yeah. He's home. I'll say hello to him from you.

Next, I moved out once again. Into a lovely (ghetto) apartment by Brick Oven in zoobieville. It's called "The Elms." Doesn't that name just make you want to live here? It's like I live in a treehouse or something, and I'm not being sarcastic, that's pretty sweet. Kind of sucks it actually isn't a treehouse...come to think of it... My roomies are awesome, really super funny girls, and I FINALLY made a picture wall, something I've wanted to do for so long! and, to repeat, I have no camera to show you how awesome it looks. sad day. But if I like you, you totally made it. You can always visit me to see it...
I also started school, once again, at our righteous little BYU. I really do like the classes here, although from birth I always swore that I wouldn't. Class is hard, but I'll stop whining because everyone's classes are hard, let's be honest.
One more thing I almost forgot. I cut my hair, people. I haven't looked this way since I was, approximately, 12. It's short and blonde.
OH and I haven't gotten a letter in FOUUUUR weeks. four. 4. But whose counting? psh. I don't even want one. It's only been A MONTH WITHOUT HEARING FROM HIM WHEN HE'S ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE EARTH. no biggie.


Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Mi familia and amigos

Discard the improper-Spanish title...
I realize I just randomly started this blog and didn't tell you anything about myself. And I like to pretend that someone reads it, so here we go.

These are the people.
My sisters When we're all together we inevitably make one of us cry, but ah heck. I love 'em.

note: the baby is not my sister. Also, girls, I had to put the one of you after you went swimming so no one looks at this blog and thinks how pretty you are. I'm insecure, sorry about that.


Although they don't really look like this anymore...I just really like this picture.

I really love these girls

I really miss these boys

although Wes is still around but he's rather abandoned me but I don't feel too bad saying that because he won't read this. lame.

I adore this little man

and these munchkins

umm, yes. that about sums it up. I do love my parents but I can't find a picture of just them two. 30 years of marriage and we got nothing? c'mon.

oh, and shirts like this make me want to vomit

BLEH. Yuck. The end.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

My Suckfest

Compliments of Josh and Julie...
1. I've signed up for numerous online accounts...all requiring different user names and passwords...and now I can't remember 97.4% of them and so they're useless.
2. I've dated two wardies. two. Going to church in Orem=awkward.
3. One of the first things I did after getting home from a third world country was go buy a new dress. sigh.
4. I'm a lazy lazy driver. I do almost anything to avoid putting the clutch in or braking. Which involves going 15 when I know a red light is within a mile.
5. I have not been on a regular exercise routine for, eh, a year and a half. or more.
6.I've never spoken to many of my cousins.
7. I get explosively angry at strangers sometimes.
8. I can't read anything past 3 P.M. without falling asleep.
9. I never wear sunscreen. I always regret it.
10. I eat super fast. It makes dates awkward; and I'm always bored when everyone else still has something to do at dinner...
11. My hand freckle is growing. I swear it! CANCER!
12. I am so impatient that cooking a burrito in the microwave for thirty seconds feels like for-ev-er. And I will spontaneously combust without a pen to doodle with in 3 hour church.
13. I used to not like diet coke. I tried it once-- still didn't like it. I tried it again-- kind of liked it. The process continued. Now I'm addicted.
14. I don't know how to date someone older than me.
15. Around 11:30 every night my legs get so achey I have to move them, shake them, rub them, etc. I used to think this was restless leg syndrome, but I think now that it's just what little kids get when they're really tired. In other words, I'm four.
16. I seriously suck at writing essays.
17. I slacked off for the first 60 or so college credits, meaning I spend half of my semesters retaking classes.
18. If there is something good on, I could watch T.V. for many, many, many hours.
19. I've given up on lots of things. To name a few: piano, viola, being an English major, Making my own longboard, before-mentioned-exercise rountine, being a good visting teacher.
20. I don't know how to iron.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Why my life is now in shambles.

A couple weeks ago Matt (ahem...elder titensor) wrote these words in a letter:
"I am not telling you this, but every Sunday night the guys in my district sit on the benches out in front of the MTC and watch the sunset. If you happened to drive by we're there from 8-9...cough."
You have got to be kidding me. So, tonight the best friend Wesley and I set out on our borderline rule-breaking adventure. His mom shook her head in disapproval as we drove away from his house. ha. oh well. After one unsuccessful drive by, on the way back we caught a red light, and as both of us searched the line of suits, suddenly there he WAS! Holding his arms in the air with a big grin on his face. Y'know those moments when you can stop and say "Wow, I actually just physically felt my emotions change." My heart fell out of my chest onto the dashboard. And then Wes and I screamed like little girls and waved and had tiny emotional breakdowns there in my mini. It made my entire year.
I got home and wrote him an extra good letter, since my love for him increased a thousand million percent, if that is possible..?
OH WAIT. Since then I have found out that four other girls I know also saw him tonight, and got to talk to him (and for the record I would empty my bank account to hear his voice. Ridiculously unfair is an understatement) and took pictures with him AND Sammy. I don't even know how to feel now. I desperately wish I would have talked to him, but simultaneously have a firm belief that I would just want to hug him to death and then somehow the words "come home with me" would escape my lips. And that would probably be awkward when he refused. Then, post reunion I would go through suckfest like I did at the end of May, which my heart has informed me it simply cannot survive again. Yes, I'm dramatic. But I've made my decision. Well, it was made for me, but I'm rationalizing to feel better. He's probably having a rough enough time tonight, thinking about home. But sheesh. It's more than a little overwhelming how much I miss that boy.