holiday updiggitydates

i need to put up birthday pictures soon.. but i have to wait till jackie puts them up because i was too lazy to charge my camera. fail.
okay updates!

-We had a sweater party at the Brian Residence.. at which, a VERY intense game of Harry Potter couch game was played. i wouldn't reccommend it for large groups.

-Christmas was great. I love my family, and am excited to add georgieface to the clan. (good job finally roping jackie in, hor-hayyyyy!!) I never thought i'd meet someone who took more annoying pictures than jackie.. but alas, I met George Petty. They are a match made in heaven.

-I'm TWENTY years old!!! Contrary to popular belief, I am actually an adult and not 7 years old, though my actions may speak otherwise. My day was so happy. =) lots of chocolate and pretty headbands and family time and ordering my little sister around to do my bidding and horseback riding. yeahhhhh horseback riding. im feeling the effects of it as i walk up the stairs. but. it was great =)

-Work is wonderful. Ira was being super mean to me the other day when i was showering her..but after i got her in her bed and all warm, she put her hand on my face and looked at me and just kept petting my head. I'm 99% positive that she was convinced I was her daughter. She kept smiling at me and brushing my bangs out of my face and just sat there looking at me. I played along, and it kept her happy.

-The break has been wonderful. Seeing old friends.. meeting new ones..playing kereoke with the fam...having fondue nights..playing Ticket to Ride (AKA Ticket to HELL) till the wee hours of the morning..sleeping in my big pink bed with my electric blanket..

mmm life is good.

quote of the day

"he said its up to you whether or not you guys will date? what the crap does that mean?" - mother

quote of the day

"Wait... I thought Billy Joel was black? And isn't he dead?" - michelle

oh daddy-o

This...is my dad. sometimes he forgets what season it is.

notice: my neighbor with his snow shovel.
notice: my father acting like its normal to fix his boat in the dead of winter.

bless that mans heart. i love him. that is all.

"get me a coke and a subway sandwhich"

i've never been so happy to go to work before. i was tired and cranky yesterday and now my only complaint is my aching back.. but..so worth it. i missed being a hospice aide.

things that made my day:
-seeing a dinner spoon and knife fall out of graces sweater..at 9 in the morning. and her being glad to see that she didn't 'misplace' them.
-when bessie opened her mouth to show me her gums and how proud she was that she didn't have any teeth
-seeing poor, dying margorie sarcastically order around her husband because she wanted a coke and some food. he willingly got her both. (she then explained to me that he caughed on her and gave her MS and everything was his fault. it was hilarious.)
-having marge's husband tell me i was so skinny because i couldn't lift his wife by myself. fail, but win also.
-introducing myself to marie again even though i used to be her aide, and her seeing me and saying in her monotone hispanic accent, "hello suweetie."

hard day. but good day.

sigh.

sigh. people change. at first, they do it without knowing. but then they are sitting right next to you and you feel like they are a complete STRANGER and you realize that things can't ever be the same because people grow apart.and im kind of awful and adjusting to things. dramatic sigh again.

i can't sleep because i've been crying my pathetic eyes out and the only joy i'm getting is trying on virtual hats via my webcam while nomming on this delicious watermelon bubble gum. i dunno why it is forest green. bahhhh. i hope you get joy out of this hideous photo. i know i did. and yes, that bubble is real.


also, kristin, this ones for you. hope it cheered you up.

what is it with adorable asian kids?

whats the deal with asian kids being musical prodigies? i hope this is the same kid. (the baby is a boy.. right?) if it is.. i can't wait till he reaches the boy-band phase of his musial career. sign me up for that youtube premier! minus his speech problem, this is great. replay seconds :18 and :19. they are GREAT.

quote of the day

"Don't listen to what anybody else says.. when you get your heart broken, you get revenge! Make them suffer!" -sharebear

Goodbye Finals.. Hello Holidays!

FINALS ARE OVER!!!

I studied harder than I ever have in my whole 19 years of living. It was absolute muckduck. But the 10:00 finals howl in the library last night was pretty funny... all the kids going crazy in the Merril Cazier went out into the lobby and 'howled' for five whole minutes. I love aggie traditions.


Fact: i love catching my friends sleeping under library tables during finals week.



It was -10 degrees outside this morning, and I had to wait for the bus at 7:00 a.m. Don't worry though, me and heather somehow missed the first bus.. walked back to our apartment to scrape her car off.. saw another bus approaching our stop and SPRINTED to our bus stop across the icy street. All i could think of was slipping on the ice, breaking my back, and not having to take my final this morning. But alas, I did it. I think I did quite well.


This just in: I failed my math final i took a few days ago.. because Mr. 9 &3/4(he only has half a thumb on one hand) doesnt teach. he just shows us magic tricks. (Dude, whats with me getting screwed with professors? First, i had Yi Hong the ENGLISH professor who had never been to america, second.. the math teacher who can't add. awesome.) So i studied so hard for a week straight, and still failed. but don't worry, im not SUPER stupid, the class average was 50%. Though i usually blame my unfortunate experiences on outside factors, this one is legit. He sucks at his job. So, whatever. I still passed the class, life will go on, the sun will still rise, my mom still loves me. whoooo cares :)


When i was riding the aggie bus home this morning, 'chestnuts roasting on an open fire' came on the radio and i almost shed tears of sheer joy. No more cramming. No more library. No more of my butt falling asleep from sitting too long. I'm homeward bound. :) Next up: going to work for my hospice patients again, christmas, my 20th birthday, and new years eve. I feel like doing something irrational. like.. buying a puppy. don't tell my dad!

HOORAH!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS! EVERYONE!

click click click

this just in: typing REALLY, unneccessarily loud drives away unwanted library bubble-poppers.

muahahahha. happy holidays.

cold.

when i walk outside of my apartment, it feels like im getting dementored because the air in my lungs freezes before it has a chance to escape. logan is sucking my soul out. slowly, and icily with its winter-kiss-of-death.

and, finals are kicking my butt.

and, stretchpants under jeans makes the world of difference.

and i hate it when people sit next to me in the library and violate my bubble. hate hate hate. I will send them gamma rays of hate via my eyeballs.

that is all.

quote of the day

in testimony meeting..

"Its like.. its like I'm a spiritual crackhead. And my only fix is going to the temple! I need it and want it!" - Naufi

USU spirit!

So.. im a loser and stayed home from the most exciting basketball game of the season..USU vs. BYU.. because i had to study for finals. fail!! this was serious business guys. like.. people camped outside the spectrum the night before just to get good seats. it was insane. me and my other roommate kels stayed home and watched it on tv whilst doing math homeowork... but my other roommates who went said it was AMAZING. The aggie crowd is known for being sort of brutal.. so i stole some pictures from some random fb account to show you just how rude we can be. ohhh bless you, aggie fans! and bless YOU, you poor, poor byu players & ONE old man fan.

'Welcome to hell' was right.

The classic 'ugly girls' poster

*(please note the stuffed cougar hanging from a noose)

We have this famous cheer.. where all we do is point to our bench and say, "WINNING TEAM!" and point to the other bench and say, "LOSING TEAM!"...and we magnify it by 10,000 fans. Awesome.

my personal favorites are.. "Your mom is a cougar" ..and "Fetch you byu!"

You bold, bold man.

Indeed, we have achieved classless. (p.s..thanks for the great jokes max hall!) Dear ol Cougs.. you'll think twice before stepping into the Spectrum again. Go aggies.

Good Day

You know its gonna be a good day when the Aggie Shuttle is on its way to campus jammin out to, "Lets Get It On" by good ol Marvin Gaye. Good times Aggie bus, good times.

Count Rugen..You pulled a fast one on me!

So I have a ballroom class every tuesday and thursday that i absolutely LOOOOOVE. its so great. And way fun. We rotate partners all throughout the class, and have been all semester. (though i have this one friend who i particularly like dancing with because he 1. Leads 2. Isn't sweaty 3. Doesnt smell..and 4. We dance really well together. and yes, he is JUST a friend. This actually has nothing to do with my post. Sorry.) Anyways, the other guys in the class are socially awkward..which is to be expected in a beginning ballroom class. One has very long greasy hair who only wears hawaiian shirts but is so nice, one smells so awful that I only breath through my mouth when I dance with him, one has hickeys on his neck constantly...they are nice boys but they never have rhythm and they never have good hygene.. bless their hearts.

So anyways, we are rotating during the west coast swing, and I start dancing with this one boy. With west coast swing, you don't do the traditional ballroom dance hold, its only a one hand hold kinda thing. So I'm used to one hand on the guys shoulder, his hand on my back, our other hands in an upright position, right?

So there we are, me and this boy.. lets call him Vern*(name is changed. actually, I don't even know his name.) We are doing the west coast swing, and as we are doing a sugar push, we have to tap left hands, kind of like a high five position kinda thing. And as I am approaching him, i notice that on his left hand, he has six fingers. yes he is the SIX fingered man. an extra phalange. two thumbs on one thumbspace. with two thumbnails. finger eleven, if you will. and my brain goes, "VERN HAS AN ALIEN TUMOR THUMB ON HIS HAND AND ITS INEVITABLE THAT I'M ABOUT TO TOUCH IT" and I tried to hold back my shock. Want to know why I was shocked? I'VE BEEN DANCING WITH HIM ALL SEMESTER!!!!!!!!! How did I not notice that I've been holding the hand of a six fingered man? Maybe because its the first dance position that isn't ballroom-ish..but I mean.. Cha Cha we had regular hand holds? I don't know how I missed this extra detail! As i quickly averted my eyes, i started thinking: I wonder if Vern's sixth fingernail grows like the rest of his fingernails. I wonder if he can move his sixth finger, and if it is advantageous to him.. I wonder if he is a super fast texter or a really good typist or I wonder if it just sits there like a limp noodle? It was kinda like this, but on his thumb:


As I am holding back my shock/curiosity, during a break.. he suddenly whips out his phone and starts texting. I almost started rofling and had to stare at my shoes while I held back a fit of shaking giggles. (Note* I was not giggling because this poor boy had three thumbs. I was giggling because I could not believe that I did not notice that i've been dancing with him for months and have not noticed). For some reason, I danced with Vern for most of the class, because our instructor forgot to tell us to switch partners. It was hilarious.

Count Rugen from The Princess Bride= Count Vern The Sixth Fingered Boy.

Please Meet: Nadeene

So, i have this friend. she is a little girl actually and she is really, really fat. and she lives inside of me. Sometimes, like over thanksgiving weekend and after other major holidays, she comes out to taunt me and she makes me gain 6 pounds in 2 days. Lets call her Nadeene. She looks something like this:




Nadeene is terrible. She has been coming out of her shell lately and its really starting to piss me off..She makes me the kind of girl who is sitting in her bed at 1 in the morning with nutella and pretzels...who is feverishly licking the chocolate off her fingers from dipping deep into the hazelnut spread so that the greedy little fat girl inside of me can get every last bit of chocolately pleasure. and then..i look down and realize i've consumed a whole jar of nutella in less than 12 hours. and i am ashamed. and she is victorious.

And THEN.. she does stuff like throw things in my cart when i'm grocery shopping!! She does it sly so i don't notice. I imagine its sorta like a grab-and- toss-behind-the-back kinda thing. So there i am at the checkstand and all these items are embarrassing me because only a CHILD would live off of them..and nadeene is very pleased inside. very, very pleased. pleased because the checker thinks that i have a goal of reaching 250 pounds, and pleased because she has won. This is serious business folks.



The fat girl inside me MUST be stopped! Operation starvation is starting! (not really starvation, just operation eat at LEAST one healthy thing a day to replace all the chocolate i consume. starvation just rhymes well.)

i have this thing for wolves.

okay.. so i wasn't going to post anything about seeing the movie. i hate bella and edward. they are gay. i only liked one part of the movie. one young, male wolf to be precise.



i hate bella because she has respiratory/acting and apparently grooming problems:

i hate edward because he is an absolute COOTIE:

And jacob: oh jacob. bella is blind. you can have me! im yours...as long as you never whisper in indian to me. it freaks me out.

i mean come on... LETS BE SERIOUS PEOPLE. is there even a comparison between dirty rob pattinson and young, spunky taylor lautner?

bigs and littles

heppy thanksgibbing everyone. :) hooray to the pilgrams for comin on over to start a wonnnnnderful land of the free. ps did you know that they brought 44 tons of BEER to the US? and only 10,000 gallons of water? pah-the-tic. no wonder every 3 seconds someone dies from alcohol poisoning.

anyways. im thankful for alot. im thankful for alot of the big things in life, but i'm also sooo grateful for the little things.

i'm thankful for..


-When my mom gets up on the little kitchen stool to search for spices in our spice cabinet

-When we break things and my pa fixes it in .02 seconds. he is magic

-My dog and how stupid he is, because he makes for great jokes. (minus when he bites little kids)

-Sister moments..example: when we have laughing attacks, or tell stories about our horrifying experiences in 'maturation' class back in the 5th grade (not a normal thing, just a funny thing that happened today. i swear.), or when we re-live childhood experiences that make us laugh until sheer tears of shame and hilariousness pour from our eyes because we were such awkward children.

-Locks on our doors so when we hear gunshots we can lock ourselves into safety asap. (mostly so michelle won't complain all night. =) love you.)

-Chocolate. Seriously

-Education. Though Logan is frigid.. (and sometimes when im experiencing the awful windchill in the morning.. i feel like hell would be decked out in ice instead of fire. ya? no? you agree?).. I'm grateful for the opportunity i have to get a good education and have parents who support the choices i make. righteous!

-Medicine. Without it, We wouldnt be able to spend extra years with our wonderful and hilarious mother. She is great. God bless chemotherapy and all the brilliant doctors out there. thank you for saving my ma, so we can have plenty of more thanksgivings together. and so she can frantically make pies the night before thanksgiving. shes so cute =)

-Friends. "People are better than no people". Sometimes you find out that your 'friends' arent really 'friends' and that sucks. But when you find a good one, a really good one, i've learned to hold onto that no matter what.

-Gospel. I'm blessed because i have total ocd about certain things..and somehow i've kept my new years resolution in reading my scrips and praying every night. how it happened? i don't know, but i'm so thankful that i've been able to do that and that i can't go to sleep without it. I'm thankful for the joy that the gospel brings into my life and the spirit it brings into our home.

-Love. Not romantic love or anything..just love. love for family, love for church, love for theater, love for learning, love for friends, love for missionaries.
"They do not love, who do not show their love" - William Shakespeare

I am so lucky.

quote of the day

"i'm lonely. i want to text anyone i've ever broken up with and tell them i miss them" -she who will not be named.

welcome back, sir winter.

heater permanently on? check.
sweats and slippers? check.
peppermint hot coco? check.
snowflakes the size of small rodents? double check.

welcome back winter, you mean, chilling son of a b.

strange weekend

this weekend has been odd. and really sad actually.

-I haven't done hardly any homework today.. which is really strange.

-USU lost to BSU in front of anyone in the U.S. who watches ESPN. hahahaa. we are awful and we always will be. God bless the true blooded Aggies! Dream big football team, dream big.

-I got an e-mail from my friend in Afghanistan! I'm glad I'm only hearing about his problems with the sand and not gunshot wounds. Thank heavens. I can only imagine what he's been seeing lately.

-I just went to the grocery store and got chocolate milk, sunny d, pomegranate juice, and a huge jug of water. dehydrated? i think so.

-A perfect little jar of Nutella somehow jumped into my cart again. I dunno how it happened.

And worst of all..
-A 19 year old boy died last night in my apartment complex. They don't know what happened either, they think it was a heart attack..and the police already ruled out drugs and alcohol. He was supposed to pick someone up but never showed, so his parents tried to phone him all day. They finally got a hold of his roommate and asked the roommate to see if he could find their son for them. His roommate walked into his room and found him dead, lying in his bed. Apparently he was there all day and no one noticed. No one noticed that he had died. All day. He was in my ward, but no one really knew him or who he was. How pathetic is that? That we don't know if he was a member or not or if he just didn't come to church often or even who his friends were? Its been hurting my heart all day. For his roommate who found him, for his friends, and especially for his family who won't be having their son home for thanksgiving this weekend :(

strange weekend.

Masquerade!

Here was our big volunteer activity of the semester :)my roommate plans all these activities at a retirement home here in logan. she is greaaaat! and you know how much i love old people, so i eat this kinda crap up!! it was magical. and hilarious. and all the old ladies kept hitting on all the young handsome boys. this makes me miss my patients SO bad. i need another hospice job, asap.

quote of the day

At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do. Some things you say cause there's no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.
-Greys

school. womps.

this week.. i have done more hours of homework than i think i have ever done in my entire life. papers and term projects and things i should have done months ago only seem to get done when i have zero time at the last possible minute. so much college, so little time. sitting on my purple couch gets REAL OLD after 3 instances of my butt falling asleep.

oh and also i think someone put a hex on me. everytime i walk to my math class on campus, which is 4 days a week at 12:30 pm.....my left eye starts to water right about the time i pass the tsc patio. EVERYTIME without fail. i'll tell you how it goes tomorrow. i'll be watching for anyone in the bushes with a unicorn-tail core wand muttering things at me.

quote of the day

"I think he is shopping. Tell him you are not for sale." -Mom

quote of the day

"Man. There is NOTHING worse than finding out that the kid you are dating is your cousin.."

great weekend

quote of the day

me: you know that i hate spending money though!!
mom: well stop it! shopping is like medicine for when you are sick. when i was depressed i used to go buy myself a new shirt and i'd feel all better! im serious!

And the tool award goes to..

Jersey Joe!!

So there he was.. perched in a position straight out of a bad 40's mystery movie. i'm surprised he didnt have a fidora on and spyglass in hand.

He was leaning up against the counter.. one leg crossed over the other, leaning on his elbow, head tilted to the side. As i washed dishes at the ward activity.. WARD ACTIVITY i tell you..i hear this:

Joe: So.. are those jeans from buckle?
Me: ..Walmart.
Joe: Oh.
Me: I shop there.
Joe: Oh.. well uh, these are from buckle. (checks himself out)
Me: (blank stare with long, angry pause)........Was that SERIOUSLY your pick up line?


really!? if you're going to hit on me, don't EVER do the leg-crossed-head-tilted-leaning-on-the-counter move. and don't EVER use a pick up line about where i got my jeans EVER again. Congratulations Joe from New Jersey, you have just proved yourself 100% stupid and a total tool.

really though?

MOSCOW, Russia (CNN) -- A bear on ice skates attacked two people during rehearsals at a circus in Bishkek, the capital of Kyrgyzstan, killing one of them, Kyrgyz officials said Friday... Russia has a long-standing tradition of training bears to perform tricks such as riding motorcycles, ice skating, and playing hockey. Fatal attacks are unusual.

common sense: don't try to train wild animals to become your country's own personal michelle kwan and you could have avoided the incident. dressing up wild animals and telling them to 'fetch' WILL cause them to attack.

autumn. yum.

I realized that i never post pictures on this thing anymore.. so heres what i've been up to as of late.

shooting guns with my eyes closed.. just kiddin. the other one was open.
oh just hangin in the mountains with heather
taking pictures of pretty leaves while driving
finding cute benches that over look my little town
LOVING all the fall colors in logan..obviously

four wheeling!

frolicking in the mountains with my friends

absolutely killin it in arry pottah scrabble


yeaaaa yea. next adventure: finish my five page essay..

quote of the day

"Consider Jon Gosselin the kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar"
-google news headlines

and

"Do not cheat. Do not use your neighbors brain. Do not use a stolen brain, a performance enhanced pencil, or a goat. Breathe. Relax. Go." -math instructions to our quiz

steeck eet een theya

Somedays..

Somedays i think its funny that i didn't end up goin to byu. only somedays. because wait.. let me just tell you.

As i was walking to math, i took a shortcut through the tsc (taggart student center) and apaprently...it was USU's 'coming out' day. you know, coming out of the closet. No no, not that little closet that harry potter spent the first 11 years of his life in. THE GAY CLOSET. All i will say was.. there was a microphone that people could walk up to...and say,(and i quote..) 'I'm matthew and i'm a homosexual male!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOH!' and then roars i tell you, ROARS of cheers and applause would follow from the crowd, clad in rainbow tights, drowning out the blasting music.. 'i'm comin out.. i want the world to know..' oh what a sight. God bless em.

Please don't get me wrong. I am not judging. I love people and respect their choices..(ross the intern may just be my favorite human being on the planet..and Ellen? LOVE her.) i'm just saying, it was QUITE the different scene than it would have been had i chosen a church school. haaaaa. ohhhhh i truly AM the black sheep in my family for choosing USU instead of cougar country. funny. veddy funny.

I can't help myself..

i just keep watching this over and over and over. and cannot stop laughing. greatest fail of all time.

Thanks Rache

mmmmm. you are so great. so domestic and so great. i love you

seriously.

lets take a look at the winners i've dated. and lets hope none of them ever see this.

there was..
a. the boy who played games with my heart for approximately 6 years.
b. the boy who i was crazy about for WAY too long and wasted an extra two years on..but is now getting married. (i hope you reproduce ugly, ugly children.)
c. the boy who cheated on me and now needs AA meetings regularly
d. the boy who despised the thought of me being his 'girlfriend' but still wanted to kiss me and yell at me
e. the boy who wanted to get married after 10 days
f. the boy who dtr's on the second date


must i go through the whole freaking alphabet to show you how TERRIBLE and MESSED UP the man store is that i've been shopping at!? Isn't it about time a new store popped up!? Seriously, either bless me with a good one or make me infertile so i can give up my life to the peace corps and contract aids by helping little children somewhere. or maybe i'll just dedicate my life to becoming a surgeon and be all dark and twisty and just be immoral with all the hot doctors. (kidding about the immoral part). Come on now. You think after a,b,c,d,e, and f, I'd get a good one. but NOOOOO. i keep finding out that this certain couple is getting married.. or these two people are secretly dating..or this person is going to pop the question soon.....
BITE ME!

i quit dating. quit it. done. over. zero dating in my life. zilch. zippo. goose egg.

the surgeon option wins. operation meredith grey here i come.

i got the hog virus

the fates must be laughing their butts off at me right now...because i have had the worst string of bad luck the past little while...possibly the worst string of luck since i was four years old when the most terrible day of my life occured..(kristin.) i won't rant now, because my brain hurts. but hey guys, here's the most recent picture of me..


i imagine it to be screaming something to the effect of, "KILL ME NOW."