sue sylvester

"When I see a hot tub, I don't see a hot tub. I see a cauldren for people soup."

-Sue Sylvester

words words words

Remember this little post that i wrote about my patients for my english memoir? Well guess whaaaaat. It won the 'voices' competition in class, and i gotta read it on thursday at the performance hall infront of other english 2010 classes. :/

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!!!

this is why i love ellen

maybe im crying tears of laughter because its so late.. but... i'm rofling.



and also

Cause we all need a little Mer in our lives..

"A wise man once said you can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it. What he meant is nothing comes without a price. So before you go into battle, you better decide how much you're willing to lose. Too often, going after what feels good means letting go of what you know is right, and letting someone in means abandoning the walls you've spent a lifetime building. Of course, the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don't see coming, when we don't have time to come up with a strategy to pick a side or to measure the potential loss. When that happens, when the battle chooses us and not the other way around, that's when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear."

-Meredith Grey

Hey..America called, wondering where all their talent went?

this is insane. watch all of it.
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?

quote of the day

"I was at work just barely drinking out of my nalgene.. and when i ran out of water i muttered, 'augumenti'.

nothing happened.

i hung my head in shame. fail.

life sucks being a muggle." -ry snow

mmmm smellishus

its 1 in the morning.
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.

ohhhh funny day.

me: whats the first book in the book of mormon?

him: ummm..

me: nephi.

him: really? i thought it was neffi all this time!

me: no, nephi.

him: dammit.

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!

quote of the day

Today I got an email from boring Dr. Kondrat... (aka Mr. Ratburn)... saying,

"Class, remember that tomorrow's lecture will be held outside. Be there or be square."

oh i love the sunshine and the things it does to people.

i have confidence in sprinnnnnngtime

there is this family guy clip of stewie griffin dressed up as 'maria' from the sound of music.. and he is frollicking down a sidewalk singing, "i have confidence in springtimmmme..." so whenever spring comes around, i think of stewie as julia andrews. its wonderful. sometimes i'll just burst into a stewie griffin accent when im walking on the sidewalk and the sun is shining.

maybe you just have to see it to think its funny. whatever.
BUT.
that is why i have been MIA for a while.

cuz im so durn busy havin fun in my last weeks of school!

IT'S SPRING!

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:

me and christy blew up my raft and sailed on first dam.

we basked in the sunlight and used our arms for paddles.

i saw the regular chinese fisherman on the dock that told me that the fish only like hamburger.

that joker.

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.

Now that its spring, i have seen probably 729 pregnant girls on campus. i couldn't know why. today as i was walking to the bus, i saw another one, and in my head i said.. "i see pregnant girls everywhere i go..." and then the next line that came into my head was sung by the little comic named Glen that lives inside my brain.. "i see pretty girls everywhere i go..everywhere i go.." then i saw a large, random piece of bacon sitting on the sidewalk. i had a shakefit of giggles.

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.

springspringspringspringspring.

i cant wait to ride bonnie blue bike when i move home for the summer!

Saga of a Girl

I've had my nose nosily stuck in a book for the past five years.

Not a real book. But sort of. A real life SAGA, if you will.

My best friend of 8 years has been dating a boy for 5 years. (i know i can say this because there is no possible way he will read this...)

This saga included ups and downs and a somewhat awful/joyous ending, all of which i of course have been involved in.

And last night, i got to the last chapter. Yes, i stumbled across the awful:

'OMG congratulations to the both of you!' on his facebook page.

He's getting married. to someone ELSE. *jaw drop*

My little heart broke for her heart.

5 years compared to 5 months!?

I prepped myself for the worst, and invited her to sit on the couch with me so i could tell her he was marrying his new girlfriend of 150 days.
And what was it that happened, you ask?

I started crying. Not her, I.

ME. Crying because my her ex boyfriend is engaged.

Am i overly emotional? Way too involved? PMS-ing? All of the above?

She was telling me that she knows there is someone else out there better for her.

She wanted to feel happy for the both of them. She didn't wanna egg his house or give her a flaming surprise on her doorstep. She wanted to feel happy for him!

And even though it hurts, she is excited to feel real love.

The kinda love that she'll share with her eternal companion.

What on earth?
When i found out my ex was engaged i cried for a whole day and threw up TWICE.

(it ended up being a rumor..but..hah.anyways..)

How was it that I was crying about her first love being engaged and she wasn't!?

I couldn't know. I'm blessed with really, really strong friends.

I need to learn from her. Like.. seriously.
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.

Guess what made me feel better for her though?

I printed off the ugliest, pre-pubescent picture of him in the world..

and slipped it under her door with a little note, telling her that her husband would be so much hotter than him.

Immaturity at its finest.

its how i cope, okay!?

Whatever.

You're doin it Peter, You're doin it!

Last night, me and the crew went up to chadwicks cabin.. (really its just a huge/nice house in the middle of nowhere on this beautimous lake up in idaho...) annnnnd it doubled for Neverland for the night. Awesome.

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.