Day 2

2-Name a celebrity crush and what you would do if you got to spend a day with them.

(when did i get that red-carpet body? shizzam!)

Well well well. lets see. its obvious that michael bubles voice makes me SWOON. the funny thing is, is that if you saw him walking down the street, he just looks like an average joe. but MAN.... God bless those vocal chords. If i got to spend a day with him, i would simply set him down in my living room, set up a mic, sit on the couch and make him sing to me. sweet, sweet songs i would make him sing. Maybe at 4 hour intervals, with romantic picnics in between.

Michael Buble, you are a gift from heaven. It is #42 on my list of things to do before i die to meet you and have you sing into my eyes. I'd even let you sing to me if maybe we decided to jet to hawaii in a private plane of yours... because whats more romantic than a serenade at 30,000 ft in the air? to end my day, he would sing to me on the beach. the end.

that would be the day.

bad day turned magical..

I started tearing up in my stats class during the test review yesterday.
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.
awesome.
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.
double awesome.
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.



but then...



Michael.

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.

Sandy Eggo: Fact and Fiction

Fact: I'm in love with southern california, the SD temple, and beach houses on mission bay.
Fiction: I enjoy falling asleep for hours on the beach after i take benedryl. {FAIL.}
Fact: Riding beach cruisers and playing sand volleyball give me extra serotonin.
Fiction: Sleeping with a sunburn keeps you toasty at night.
Fact: I did a fist pump when i saw whales at La Jolla, just like on Free Willy.
Fiction: Persians don't know how to party.
Fact: I face planted into the ocean while running like a baywatch babe.
Fiction: I think tools are super awsome.
Fact: Seaweed makes for hilarious tails.
Fiction: Sand still gets in all sorts of places even with a wet suit on.
Fact: I completed # 37 on my list. Bonfire on the beach.
Fiction: Old Town and salsa dancing is overrated.
Fact: Screaming "SPRANG BREAK!" doesn't get old when you're immature and in college.
Fiction: Sharing a beach house with boys was super tidy and smelled great.
Fact: I wanted to kick the pole dancers we saw at the casino in the face.
Fiction: St. Patty's day drunks are just like any other normal drunks.
Fact: Maybe i'm in love with the fountain show at the Belaggio.
Fiction: Mormons shun you when you show up raggedy to church. (SO fiction.)
Fact: I broke my camera and then fixed it with a blow dryer.
Fiction: I totally used shampoo on a regular basis.
Fact: My new found love is San Diego.

#79

#79 on my list of things to do before I die:
Get told a dirty joke by an old person.
Check.
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Too dirty to post on blogosphere? yes.
Was she an 86 year old temple worker? yes.
Did I go into shock because those filthy words came out of her mouth? yes.

As i walked into the retirement home a few minutes late last night,
i noticed that the director was no where to be found. hmm.
i went upstairs to go see if the residents had already started their activity...
when all of a sudden i heard some very loud whooping and haa-ing
coming from the ancients a floor above me. what on earth?
this did not sound like they were making valentines.
I walked in, and what do i see?

Petunia had all the residents sit around her in a semi-circle

and she was doing stand up comedy while everyone was waiting
for the director to get there with our craft supplies.
Dirty stand up comedy, mind you. Shockingly dirty.
My jaw literally dropped and all i could think was..
is this real life?

So, the rest of the night consisted of:
making valentines, flower pens, telling awful jokes.
What a perfect tuesday. Seriously.

Thank you for checking off the first thing on my list,
you mean ol cuss you.
Till next week.