Friday, April 30, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
six quick things:
1. First of all, I was hoping i'd win.. because i worked really, really hard on it. can i say that? I really just loved this paper because I love my patients..and i felt like i needed to portray them perfectly. i needed to do their sweet little selves justice! And also this little competition reminded me of the writing contest that i DIDN'T win in the 5th grade. I think it was for red ribbon week, and i totally thought i had it in the bag.. because I was in 5th grade and was the shiz, right? Well, i definitely LOST to Vishu Vishwalla and held a grudge against her for the rest of the year.
2. Second of all... I can't even read scriptures aloud in sunday school let alone on a stage infront of people in a huge fatty performance hall..it goes a little like this: "And it.. and... and it came to pa- and it came to pass that the sons..the sons of the......fhsaklfhjdakhjfdkal"I just get nervous when i have to read, okay!?
3. Third of all..I really hope i don't forget to wear my jeans where the zipper actually works. :/ I'm going to wear cute panties, just in case i forget.
4. Fourth of all..I think im gonna be published in next years little english book that all the little sophomores have to critique. So. I guess maybe its not that awesome, because other teachers will probably pull me apart. but. whatever. kewl whip, right?
5. Fifth of all.. no I'm not breaking any HIPPA violations because I'm changing their names.
6. Sixth of all.. in your face Vishu Vishwalla!!!! HA!!!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
MAN. darn you china.
always one graceful, limbery step ahead of us.
frick. operation starvation is in play now, fellas.
not that i wanna be skinny enough to stand on top of some mans head and not give him a concussion and/or break his neck, but man!!!
say goodbye to my theighs. this is my motivation!
every morning im gonna get up, look in the mirror and say to myself,
"be a skinny swan lady. BE A SKINNY SWAN LADY!!!"
p.s... anyone creeped out by second :46?
Thursday, April 22, 2010
"I was at work just barely drinking out of my nalgene.. and when i ran out of water i muttered, 'augumenti'.
i have 2 finals tomorrow.
2 very important finals.
you know what that means?
i'm going to blog about pointless things. la la la.
So there i was, taking a bubble bath, and LOVING the smell of mr. bubbles bubble bath. it reminds me of when i was little and my mom would pour a tiny little capful into our bath. i would always hoard all the bubbles away from my little sister. ha.
and i got to thinking about how smells remind you of certain things, you know?
so heres my list. its quite funny. talk about a walk down memory lane.
the smell of artificial peach: reminds me of going to Toys R Us with my grandparents when i was about 4 years old. They gave us 5 dollars each to go buy something. (HEAVEN!!!!) I remember it took me like... 40 minutes to pick out something i wanted. My sisters all got random stuff, and i was just in a little conundrum. I finally picked out this awful smelling little bottle of toy perfume. it smelled of peaches. ahhh. memories.
the smell of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies: reminds me of coming home from Glenmoor elementary school to a surprise in the kitchen. Sometimes my mom would bake these cookies and it was SUCH a treat. seriously. special occasion.
the smell of various lotions/perfumes while a tween/teen:
-cucumber melon: 6th grade, ms. mcmullins class. i'd always put it on under my desk and she hated the smell of it. muahah.
-lovespell: mckay meyer, 7th grade. ohhhh was i under a lovespell or what!? he gave me socks for my christmas present. aww.
-curious: the 8th and 9th grade..my first love, austin. only because i'd steal my sister kristin's perfume when i'd go to see him. hahahah.
-fantasy: sophomore boyfriend. i think he gave it to me as a present... no wonder i hid it away for years after i got dumped.
the smell of newspaper: reminds me of Glenmoor book-bucks. i loved that glorious time in the school year.
the smell of fog from fog machines: artificial blood and witches. lots of both.
the smell of lilac: Grandma Tygerson. I don't know why. I think the soap in her bathroom smelled like lilac or something.
the smell of puppy breath: creepy, right? shut up. it reminds me of my most favorite puppy ever. sadie. so what if she pooped everywhere!? :(
the smell of home depot: numerous outings with my dad to go buy wood or something. you know, since our house was under construction for like 87 years. i loved riding on the huge orange carts. whenever i walk into lowes or home depot, i have the strongest urge to ride on those carts again. sometimes i do.
the smell of homemade salsa: saturday jazz nights at the Nicolaysons. i always wanted to stay till like, 3 in the morning. we always left at 11. grrrrr.
the smell of autumn fabreeze: snow hall. *shiver*
the smell of coconut body butter: bonnie glass-coffin's anthropology class. what else was i to do but hydrate my skin in such an awful class? also, it reminds me of SD. mmm.
the smell of coffee: the falk residence. :)
i think i've rambled enough. goodnight.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
him: really? i thought it was neffi all this time!
me: no, nephi.
her: why don't you come to church with us this week?
him: i'll have a hang over from the night before.
her: ha! you already promised you weren't drinking the next three weeks!
him: YOU'RE TRICKY LIKE THOSE MISSIONARIES!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
maybe you just have to see it to think its funny. whatever.
that is why i have been MIA for a while.
cuz im so durn busy havin fun in my last weeks of school!
and fun things happen in springtime. and kids wear shorts and flip flops when we get a glimpse of sunshine here at USU. 60 degree weather is HEAVEN to us.
and let me tell you what we have been up to:
we planted flowers at friends of the elderly, where ralph told us the cutest love story ever about how many miles he had to walk to get to his wifes house when they were courting. he told us he was so glad when he finally bought a bike because dating her was so much easier. his wife almost laughed till her dentures fell out. then fontella told us that her mom wouldnt let her get married because she was too young. so then, to spite her mother, she got pregnant. ha.
I LOVE OLD PEOPLE.
me and some friends went to the pet store today. just to look.
i left my wallet home on purpose.
you know that poor little pets in small little cages are my weakness.
then we went to barnes and noble. just the smell of that place automatically gives me the smiles. i can't tell you how wonderful it is to browse through all the journals and see all the books and sit on the floor and read wonderful things.
today was day on the quad.
the sun was shining, the college students were acting rowdy, ah it was marvelous.
Then we went to our complex's spring bbq. mmmm nothin like the gool ol smell of a bbq. we also enjoyed making fun of various tools in the pool. ha. tool party pool party. la la la la.
then it was the dance & true aggie night. the only part i like about that, is they string twinklie lights up by the 'A'. its super pretty. then we get to see all the awkward kisses take place. eekkk. gotta love springtime hormones.
i cant wait to ride bonnie blue bike when i move home for the summer!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
And what was it that happened, you ask?
She was telling me that she knows there is someone else out there better for her.
When i found out my ex was engaged i cried for a whole day and threw up TWICE.
Even though its an awful thing, at the same time, its sort of wonderful to know that there is someone better out there for my bff. And it made me realize that there is someone better out there for me than all the IDIOTS i've been dating.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
The night involved:
-8 boxes of little ceasars pizzas
-a rousing/awful game of mafia
-a pegleg pirate pinata
-a Neverland photoshoot
-the pan couch game
-a few sweaty games of around the world ping pong
-an amazing food fight with imaginary food
-watching hook and realizing that one of the insults he uses is: 'near-sighted gynocolegist'
-and we topped off the night with a random disney movie. Hercules.
Ahhhh. i love my friends.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
or maybe just not work with babies.
because it breaks my heart.
Next stop: bed
Up ahead: finding my bucket of bestish things.
Monday, April 5, 2010
what a miserable surprise for all the librarees.
Also, it was my best friends birthday today...
we've been bff for 8 years now.
and such a wonderful example to me.
she always gives me an optimistic outlook on life when i come home wallowing in my self pity.
oh shes great.
you should know her.
or at least, stalk her here.
(i'd post pictures but oh wait.. i got sand in my camera from sd. cry cry cry.)
Happy birthday chris!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
And it was late. and I was sleeeeepy.
And the canyon had never been so sucky. EVER.
Iwas slushy and snowy and windy and WHITE. and i literally couldnt see anything.
I tried to stay calm, so i mumbled a little prayer that i wouldnt die..
because thats the only thing i could do because i was freaking out so bad.
(it was either saying a quick prayer or imagining what my obituary would look like. really. it was that bad.)
anyways, i was livin' on a prayer, if you will.
a few minutes after i muttered the prayer...
the ipod connector stopped working and the song playing stopped.
it usually just turns an annoying tone of fuzzy until i turn the whole thing off out of anger, ya know?
wanna know what song came on out of the blue loud and clear though through the radio waves right then?
"ohhhhh we're halfway there ooOOHHHH livin' on a prayer!"
Someone upstairs must have a sense of humor.
Friday, April 2, 2010
I knew there was no way i'd pass the final the next day, especially since i had zero time to study.
I averted my eyes from my teacher and rushed out the door, walked to the parking lot in the snow, got in my car and called my mom. Tears poured outta my sorry little eyeballs.
Snot was running all over my face and my voice was plugged with my head cold.
I pressed "2" and a quick "send"..dear ol mommys speed dial number.
"b-b-b-u-t if i fail i won't get into my program and.. and.."
She asked if it would be better if i stayed and logan and missed the long awaited Michael Buble concert so i could study and pass.
"NO THAT WILL BE WORSE!!!!"
I glared at the cars around me looking at me wiping the snot and tears off my face.
"It's just allergies alright!?!? Its allergies!!" (yes, bsc reference)
I tried to send the staring bystanders gamma rays of hate via my pathetic tear-stare.
I got back to my apartment, only to find out that not only was i going to fail my first college class ever, but also that my ex, boy (a), had been double timin it the whole time a few months back.
wanna know how i found out?
A certain 'homewrecker' (lets call her, trixie) was bragging to my best friend that she was the one who broke up "boy (a) and 'wifey' (me)" and that boy(a) left his beloved 'wifey' for his beloved 'trixie' and 'trixie' and boy(a) still have a running joke about wifey to this day.
And yes, in case you were wondering, i was completely oblivious to the whole situation.
oh ps NBD that i find out that boy (b) who has been currently on my mind has his mind currently on something else. right infront of me. that is blonde. and probably brunette. and probably a few red heads here and there because thats just what boy (b) likes to do.
what else could go wrong!? what i ask you?!
i arrived at the E center with a sad little heart and weepy eyes. cry cry cry.
oh that sweet voice of his soothed my soul.
i couldnt believe that it was him
and i was in the same room with him.
(the rest of the 10,000 people didnt matter)
he was singing TO ME.
i've only been obsessed with him for about 3 years now.
(like, i listen-to-him-everyday-and-imagine-kissing-him-obsessed.)
and then..he sang billy jean. and danced like MJ.
could this be any better?
my two favorite things in the world. together.
all i needed was a reeses and i'd be slap happy.
i soon forgot about statistics, trixie, boy(a) and boy(b).
how could i dwell on my awful day with this beautiful hunk of jazz man singing to me!?
I couldnt help but clapping like the crazed Wonder's fan on 'That Thing You Do'.
and then.. i imagined jumping over the railing and doing a jacob-esque landing 12 feet below, bum rushing the guards, and sneakily making my way up to Michael so that he could hold my hand and sing into my eyes and ask me to be his. (#26 on the list)
i probably imagined it 5 or 6 whole times while he sang 'best of me' and gazed into my eyes through that big jumbotron.
next time buble, next time.
at the end of his dancing and wooing and all of the women in the crowd swooning and drooling at him...he sang the last song without his mic.. and 10,000 people were dead silent.
it was amazing.
....and then Michael made an announcement that he wanted to marry me and he asked for my hand right then and there and everyone was super jealous and i blushed and it was magical.
the end. bye.