Holly Empey... doesn't enjoy being taken advantage of. Unfortunately, it happens a lot.
Also, I need an Xacto knife.
Darn.
10.31.2009
10.29.2009
38 Degrees, 2 Hours.
I do all my homework, I have the worst day ever. I get up early, my car battery dies.
THAT'S IT- I'm done being responsible!
THAT'S IT- I'm done being responsible!
Breakfast Wars
Bad news, guys.
Malt-o-meal brand Raisan Bran- SOO not as good as Kelloggs.
Worst part?
I can't afford Kelloggs.
:(
Malt-o-meal brand Raisan Bran- SOO not as good as Kelloggs.
Worst part?
I can't afford Kelloggs.
:(
Good Morning to You, Sir!
GUESS WHO'S UP AT 10:15 THIS MORNING???
EH? EH?
Okay, as LAME as it sounds, that's a whole 4 HOURS earlier than normal.
At least.
Yeah, I'm proud.
(teehee... I'm going to go eat BREAKFAST!)
EH? EH?
Okay, as LAME as it sounds, that's a whole 4 HOURS earlier than normal.
At least.
Yeah, I'm proud.
(teehee... I'm going to go eat BREAKFAST!)
10.28.2009
Oh, Obi Wan. We love you <3
COMMENTARY
By Mary Beth Ellis
We have been waiting for you, Obi-Wan.
We’ve watched you twirl, we’ve watched you die, we’ve watched you sit in a gigantic soup ladle and maintain a pleasant expression while learning of colossal, badly-aiming clone armies.
Now we anticipate “Life Lessons With Obi-Wan, Episode III Edition.”
Obi-Wan Kenobi — mentor, mentee, master of all things wonderfully dour — stands at the dawn of his day in the Tatooine suns.
Sex symbol
The “Star Wars” prequels plunge into several aspects of character development, among them the deeply vital information that Obi-Wan Kenobi was, in his youth, fully hot. If the ladies are lovin’ us some Obi-Wan, it is perhaps because we have no one else’s brown robes to cling to, here in this galaxy where behemoth spaceships have hyperdrives but, apparently, no bathrooms.
There simply aren’t a lot of men to lust after in the “Star Wars” universe. Han Solo is taken. Luke Skywalker is a sister-kissing feeb until the last 15 seconds of “Return of the Jedi.” Everybody else is consumed by evil, quick to be exploded or a curious shade of green.
Yes, we have much to treasure in this chrysalis form of young, hot Obi-Wan Kenobi, who, as portrayed in “Episode I,” has been waved aside as a tight-braided, lightsaber-up-his-butt sort, devoting a disproportionate percentage of his life to standing very still and occasionally declaring “Yes, Master.” It is an intergalactic tour de force of Sideshow Bobism.
It is also a grand-slam exploration of the vast emotional range lying within “Yes, Master.” Anger, thoughtfulness, disapproval, slight nausea: Obi-Wan has a “Yes, Master” for all seasons. For the bulk of the film, Kenobi barely cracks a smile, instead allowing his occasionally furrowed brow and his cha-cha lightsaber twirls to do the talking. And when he does break down, when the pain of losing a loved one overwhelms his careful training as his mentor dies in his arms, it is with one... final… sobbing… “Yes, Master.” The man has consistency, if not a thesaurus.
He speaks for all of us
A beacon of skepticism and frowning, the Obi-Wan of “Episode I” glided through the film as the hushed conscience of the now clearly deranged George Lucas. Within his nicely muscled bod, Obi-Wan carried purely flanneled Original George — the George of real live midgets in real live robot costumes. Every time Obi-Wan scowled at a Gungan, an echoey, primordial form of George Lucas cried from deep within: “What hath I wrought?”
Kenobi seemed to realize, for instance, that things were not going to go well when young Anakin and his L.L. Bean backpack first skipped into the Jedi Temple. “That boy is dangerous,” he snapped. He knew — he knew — that the child would grow up to be the type of person who used “Sand is rough” as a pickup line, a person who Kenobi actually had to remind that use of one’s Jedi powers to feed fruit to one’s girlfriend qualifies as an outrageous case of Force abuse.
And when presented with Jar Jar Binks, Obi-Wan seconded the reaction of the Earth section of the universe. We recoiled into our jumbo-sized boxes of Junior Mints: What is this … thing?
Only one man knew, and he immediately attempted to usher it from our lives. That was no comic relief … that was a ragingly misguided attempt to flog officially licensed party hats.
“Why do I get the feeling we’ve just picked up another useless life form?” Kenobi asked on behalf of all mankind. He was so right that I wanted to hug him, to throw myself against his haughtily crossed arms with a sobbing, “You tried, young, hot Obi-Wan. You tried.”
“Episode II” Obi-Wan is a study in hard-edged maturity, a measured and stately Jedi Master intensely at one with the Force. We knew this because he had a beard.
Kenobi knows best?
What we did not know is where Kenobi went so horribly awry in the training of young Skywalker, which is a fairly major facet of the films’ narrative arc in the sense that the entire saga pretty much wouldn’t exist without a Vader to stomp about, billowing his cape and lethally pointing at bureaucrats.
It is indeed mysterious, as Obi-Wan offered himself as a highly responsible role model in “Episode II.” He didn’t like reckless driving; he disapproved of being chained to a big pillar as large animals with pincers approached; he just said no to deathsticks.
Where did he go wrong? Did he not give Anakin enough "Super Job!" reward stickers on his seatwork? Was he too strict? Too soft? Was it the way he shoved his apprentice into a flaming lava pit and left him for dead? What happened?
All we are sure of is that just as Kenobi reached an age when he was on the brink of going AARP-raving mad, his former student whacked him in half, at which point Obi-Wan completely vanished, leaving nothing behind but his faboo robe, his lightsaber and a damp sense of “Well, that can’t have been fun.” Obi-Wan Kenobi was, if nothing else, a man who cleaned up after himself.
“This will be a day long remembered,” intoned Darth Vader in “A New Hope.” “It has seen the end of Kenobi; it will soon see the end of the rebellion.”
Boy, did Darth enjoy a good intoning. He also loved to intone with a great degree of inaccuracy. Rather than accepting a forced-by-death retirement with dignity and a mobile home in Tampa, Kenobi then took to popping up every now and then in a translucent manner to issue incidental asides to Luke, gently revealing, for instance, the fact that the lad recently stuck his tongue down the throat of his own twin sister.
But in “Episode III,” we will indeed see the end of Kenobi. The next time we behold Obi-Wan, he will stride out of a sand dune in order to pinch Luke in the face. There are worse ways to pass one’s golden years.
All hail Kenobi and his massive, near-galaxy-ending screw up! For there is no “Star Wars” without him. Fare thee well, sweet, sweet Obi-Wan. Whenever we needed a shot of sanity and a good strong brow-furrow, you really were our only hope.
*applause*
By Mary Beth Ellis
We have been waiting for you, Obi-Wan.
We’ve watched you twirl, we’ve watched you die, we’ve watched you sit in a gigantic soup ladle and maintain a pleasant expression while learning of colossal, badly-aiming clone armies.
Now we anticipate “Life Lessons With Obi-Wan, Episode III Edition.”
Obi-Wan Kenobi — mentor, mentee, master of all things wonderfully dour — stands at the dawn of his day in the Tatooine suns.
Sex symbol
The “Star Wars” prequels plunge into several aspects of character development, among them the deeply vital information that Obi-Wan Kenobi was, in his youth, fully hot. If the ladies are lovin’ us some Obi-Wan, it is perhaps because we have no one else’s brown robes to cling to, here in this galaxy where behemoth spaceships have hyperdrives but, apparently, no bathrooms.
There simply aren’t a lot of men to lust after in the “Star Wars” universe. Han Solo is taken. Luke Skywalker is a sister-kissing feeb until the last 15 seconds of “Return of the Jedi.” Everybody else is consumed by evil, quick to be exploded or a curious shade of green.
Yes, we have much to treasure in this chrysalis form of young, hot Obi-Wan Kenobi, who, as portrayed in “Episode I,” has been waved aside as a tight-braided, lightsaber-up-his-butt sort, devoting a disproportionate percentage of his life to standing very still and occasionally declaring “Yes, Master.” It is an intergalactic tour de force of Sideshow Bobism.
It is also a grand-slam exploration of the vast emotional range lying within “Yes, Master.” Anger, thoughtfulness, disapproval, slight nausea: Obi-Wan has a “Yes, Master” for all seasons. For the bulk of the film, Kenobi barely cracks a smile, instead allowing his occasionally furrowed brow and his cha-cha lightsaber twirls to do the talking. And when he does break down, when the pain of losing a loved one overwhelms his careful training as his mentor dies in his arms, it is with one... final… sobbing… “Yes, Master.” The man has consistency, if not a thesaurus.
He speaks for all of us
A beacon of skepticism and frowning, the Obi-Wan of “Episode I” glided through the film as the hushed conscience of the now clearly deranged George Lucas. Within his nicely muscled bod, Obi-Wan carried purely flanneled Original George — the George of real live midgets in real live robot costumes. Every time Obi-Wan scowled at a Gungan, an echoey, primordial form of George Lucas cried from deep within: “What hath I wrought?”
Kenobi seemed to realize, for instance, that things were not going to go well when young Anakin and his L.L. Bean backpack first skipped into the Jedi Temple. “That boy is dangerous,” he snapped. He knew — he knew — that the child would grow up to be the type of person who used “Sand is rough” as a pickup line, a person who Kenobi actually had to remind that use of one’s Jedi powers to feed fruit to one’s girlfriend qualifies as an outrageous case of Force abuse.
And when presented with Jar Jar Binks, Obi-Wan seconded the reaction of the Earth section of the universe. We recoiled into our jumbo-sized boxes of Junior Mints: What is this … thing?
Only one man knew, and he immediately attempted to usher it from our lives. That was no comic relief … that was a ragingly misguided attempt to flog officially licensed party hats.
“Why do I get the feeling we’ve just picked up another useless life form?” Kenobi asked on behalf of all mankind. He was so right that I wanted to hug him, to throw myself against his haughtily crossed arms with a sobbing, “You tried, young, hot Obi-Wan. You tried.”
“Episode II” Obi-Wan is a study in hard-edged maturity, a measured and stately Jedi Master intensely at one with the Force. We knew this because he had a beard.
Kenobi knows best?
What we did not know is where Kenobi went so horribly awry in the training of young Skywalker, which is a fairly major facet of the films’ narrative arc in the sense that the entire saga pretty much wouldn’t exist without a Vader to stomp about, billowing his cape and lethally pointing at bureaucrats.
It is indeed mysterious, as Obi-Wan offered himself as a highly responsible role model in “Episode II.” He didn’t like reckless driving; he disapproved of being chained to a big pillar as large animals with pincers approached; he just said no to deathsticks.
Where did he go wrong? Did he not give Anakin enough "Super Job!" reward stickers on his seatwork? Was he too strict? Too soft? Was it the way he shoved his apprentice into a flaming lava pit and left him for dead? What happened?
All we are sure of is that just as Kenobi reached an age when he was on the brink of going AARP-raving mad, his former student whacked him in half, at which point Obi-Wan completely vanished, leaving nothing behind but his faboo robe, his lightsaber and a damp sense of “Well, that can’t have been fun.” Obi-Wan Kenobi was, if nothing else, a man who cleaned up after himself.
“This will be a day long remembered,” intoned Darth Vader in “A New Hope.” “It has seen the end of Kenobi; it will soon see the end of the rebellion.”
Boy, did Darth enjoy a good intoning. He also loved to intone with a great degree of inaccuracy. Rather than accepting a forced-by-death retirement with dignity and a mobile home in Tampa, Kenobi then took to popping up every now and then in a translucent manner to issue incidental asides to Luke, gently revealing, for instance, the fact that the lad recently stuck his tongue down the throat of his own twin sister.
But in “Episode III,” we will indeed see the end of Kenobi. The next time we behold Obi-Wan, he will stride out of a sand dune in order to pinch Luke in the face. There are worse ways to pass one’s golden years.
All hail Kenobi and his massive, near-galaxy-ending screw up! For there is no “Star Wars” without him. Fare thee well, sweet, sweet Obi-Wan. Whenever we needed a shot of sanity and a good strong brow-furrow, you really were our only hope.
*applause*
Wait, hold up!
RED ALERT! RED ALERT!
HOT MAINTENANCE BOYS!!!
Quick, Dani, go break something, I'll get the matches...
HOT MAINTENANCE BOYS!!!
Quick, Dani, go break something, I'll get the matches...
10.27.2009
24 hours of my life in FACEBOOK STATUS'S
SO MANY THINGS TO SAY. I posted many things on Facebook. Now I will post them in order.(and add what I would have posted in between. With guesstimated times. I like my spelling of guesstimated. Double S rocks. Okay, I'll continue now.)
(Published status' on Facebook- BLUE. I mean, RED.)
1:54 AM. Finished my homework. (But, seeing as it's 2 in the morning and Camie's asleep, I'll wait until morning to print all twenty pages of it. Your welcome, roomie.)
3 AM. Doo-da-doot-da-doot... insomnia makes me giggle sometimes.
4 AM. Just spent an hour giggling under the covers... thinking about post on mylifeisaverage.com... I laughed out loud, and woke camie up, making her mumble incoherently under her breath... teeheeeeeee...
6 AM. Alright, insomnia, you can quite now. Sleep might be nice.
10 AM. IF I DON'T GET SOME SLEEP, I THINK I'M GOING TO SHOOT MYSELF. DANG YOU, INSOMNIA.
11 AM. Slept for a total of twenty minutes. Dreamt I cussed some little girl scout out. Not a good thing. Especially since I used the F word repeatedly... do I need to repent for that? Cussing in my dreams? Because it happens A LOT. I think I might have anger issues I need to resolve...
12:22 PM. It's a good thing I'm lying down, because I think I'm going to pass out. (is that possible?)
2:30 PM. Worst. Feeling. EVER. Migraine... no strength... missed devo. I don't have strength to go to Devo AND class. And I HAVE to go to class, or I fail. Decision made. Gosh, I feel like crap.
2:50 PM. Class in fifteen minutes... should get out of bed... can't...
3:15 PM. Made it to class. Forgot to staple all the millions of papers I'm turning, but I'm in class. That's enough.
3:16 PM. Hey, I just realized that I did all my homework last night! SWEET! That makes life a bit better. But I still feel like I'm going to faint. And I'm not laying down.
4:00 PM. Bad mood. Tired. Snapped at Kyle. I'm a jerk. RAWR, DON'T CROSS ME TODAY, JERK! LEAVE ME ALONE? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN DUE TO LACK OF SLEEP.
4:30 PM. BAD DAYS SUCK. So do parking citations. Especially when Kyle is there to mock me, like he did.
4:31 PM. Although, Dani just did an immitation of my turkey phone, and that made life better a bit.
4:46 PM. Right as I'm at the cashier to check out at the cafeteria (alone) I realized I left my wallet at home. And my phone. Have to drop my food, run and find Kyle, borrow five bucks from him. Went back to pay, realized that $5 wasn't enough, had to drop my drink.
4:57 PM. I'm thirsty. Darn you salty fries.
5:12 PM. and just for the record, that ice cream mentioned yesterday SUCKED. I thought, hey, I'm having a bad day, I'm dying of thirst, I'll make myself a chocolate shake and things will be a whole lot better, right? WRONG.
5:37 PM. DANG IT, I LEFT MY EGGS OUT, TOO. How am I supposed to make treats for my freaking visiting teaching people if all my eggs, WHICH I HAD TO STEAL FROM CAMIE IN THE FIRST PLACE, are bad? This day just keeps getting CRAPPIER by the minute... it needs to just be OVER. DO YOU HEAR ME, FATE? OVER.
5:42 PM. (in the shower) IS THIS WHAT I GET FOR DOING MY HOMEWORK FOR ONCE? Because I'll totally stop doing homework, if it means avoiding bad days.
5:53 PM. I recently wrote a post on the magical powers of a good shower. I just have to say, THAT'S A LIE. I wasn't feeling any magic today when random black crap squirted out at me. DARN YOU, KARMA.
6:24 PM. Dang it, ripped my contact. Gosh dang it. That's what I get for actually putting make-up on? I thought I was doing the world a favor, but APPARENTLY NOT...
6:26 PM. Pouting on the couch. Can't sleep, have to go Visting Teaching at 7. Not enough time sleep before. I don't even want to read MyLifeIsAverage.com. Because my life is crap today. Well played, average lifers. Well played.
6:27 PM. Quiznos. Do I have time to make a Quizno's run real fast?
6:27 and 1/2 PM. No. Sob.
6:59 PM. Visiting teaching, lack of treats? Not here! A can of cactus cooler, "because we think you're cool." Response? Well played, well played. Take that, oh Demon Fate of Bad Days!
8:36 PM. At Craigos... yum. Food is yummy. Also, Pasta bars rock.
9:12 PM. "I bought cheesecake at Albertsons!" A silent minute later... "Wait, I'm having a bad day! I forgot about that. There, that's the excuse for my cheesecake. Not that you really need an excuse for cheesecake..."
9:17 PM. CHEESECAKE. WON'T. CUT...
9:19 PM. "What's that?" "It's definately not cheesecake." "Can I have a bite? A little bity bite?" "BACK OFF, LOSER. THIS PUPPY'S MINE AND YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY. HA."
9:19 and 1/2 PM. Laughs at own sarcasm towards Alex. I give him a piece. We're dissapointed that it's all crap-brownie with an itty-bitty layer of cheesecake swirls. No want brownie. Just cheesecake.
9:2o PM. So. Much. Difficulty. Getting the tiny bits of cheesecake out of the brownie is hard. It's really frozen....
.... 9:20 and 1/2 PM. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
9:22 PM. so, I was eating cheesecake, and my fork went through the plate AND INTO MY LEG. It hurt. But cheesecake made it better. But only kind of.
1:05 AM. Dani: "Teehee, FATALITY."
1:34 AM. BAHAHAHAHA. I like quotes from NigaHiga. Actually, I just like NigaHiga in general.
9:23 PM. Except that now the toxic fumes of lavendar air-freshener is ruining the experience of my coveted cheesecake bits...
9:27 PM. Just realized that Alex has been using my pillow. That's gross. Now he's put Dani's socks on his hands, and the puppets are making out. Seriously, Alex, seriously? Your feet smell.
9:42 PM. Our apartment smells like smelly feet.
9:46 Pm. Wait, am I contributing to the stinky-feet smell? Oh great. I'm the worst roommate ever.
9:52 PM. No. NO WAY are those my feet. Alex's feet are polluting our world.
9:59 PM. Just got out our mop. Wrote "Nimbus 2000" on the side. We don't have a broom. From now on, I'm doing it to every broom or mop or swiffer I meet. (Although, maybe I'll come up with a different name for the Swiffer. It's a little high tech for Hogwarts.)
9:59 and 1/2 PM. I wonder how Harry would modify a swiffer in order to ride it...
10:00 PM. (Imagines the modifications that a swiffer would require...)
10:11 PM. (takes quiz on Facebook: What Jedi are you?)
10:12 PM. (Answer: Yoda.)
10:12 and 1/2 PM. I WANTED OBI WON. NO FAIR. THIS QUIZ SUCKS.
(intense event.)
10: 34 PM. "I know this is a hard concept for you guys, but you have neighbors." YEAH, WELL I KNOW THIS IS A HARD CONCEPT FOR YOU, BUT YOUR FACE IS UGLY. And Travis says that you'll never get married. Or, if you do, he'll commit suicide within two days. Three days, tops. TAKE THAT, WITCH!
10:35 PM. What a way to end a bad day, right? getting yelled at by the witches next door. What a jerk. Putting her down makes us feel better about ourselves :(
10:38 PM. my feelers are hurt. So are travis's. I'm crying on the inside.
11:02 PM. Camie comes home. Tell her about our latest drama with the girl next door and how she hurt Travis' feelings. Camie: "They said that they can hear everything we say?" (yelling) "WELL, SUCK IT UP!" Best. Roommate. Ever.
11:06 PM. Still laughing at Camie's remark. She's so BA (as spencer says). (I just say that she's flippin awesome and ROCKS).
11:46 PM. Travis (helping out the witch next door when KYLE got too loud): "NO LAUGHING! NO HAPPINESS!"
11:58 PM. I made a big sign saying "NO LAUGHING! NO HAPPINESS!". I hung it on our door. It made Dani laugh. A lot. It made me feel much better about the event.
12:22. EPIC FAIL. Brushing my teeth, and got toothpaste all over my glasses. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN? Dani and I don't know.
12:30. Popcorn, oh lovely popcorn, you should get in my tummy...
12: 36. Now I have popcorn grease all over my keyboard.
12:37. It was worth it.
12:50. (To be sung) Earphones, why, oh why, are you all the way down on my desk? Why must I climb down from bed to get thee? (Commences attempt at telekenisis powers...)
12:54. (End attempt at telekenisis powers... my headphones obviously are not in tune with the Force. Darn it.)
12:55. Oh, Camie's getting up! SWEET! "CaMiE...."
12:55 1/2. YES! CAMIE ROCKS! Now, earphones, we have a lot to talk about...
12:58. Still lecturing about the goodness of the Force and how we need to apply the principles of Star Wars to our own lives, because they'll make us more wise and wonderful...
1:02 AM. Hey, wait, didn't I once find a funny blog about OBI WON, in like, freshman year? I wonder where that went... I should put it in my EPIC WONDER book. (Previously called my "Creative Writing Journal." This is Volume Two, in which epic wonderfulness not neccesarily written by me are now incorporated. It's official title is, "Creative Writing Journal, Volume Two: EPIC WONDER." Hey, that's kind of legit. I like it. I'm clever. Teehee.
1:35 AM. Note to self: Don't pull on eyelashes when you haven't removed your mascara off yet. It tears out half of your eyelashes.
2:00 AM. While filling this blog out, I just experienced my first conversation with Camie while she was asleep and incoherent. It was fun. I like that my roommate talks in her sleep. Because I know for a fact I giggle before I fall asleep. Or belch loudly. I can't fall asleep without doing one of the two. Which, makes me wonder, I probably giggle IN my sleep as well. And Belch. Or belch. I'd rather giggle. But I guess I can't really be choosy when I'm asleep.
2:12 AM. FOUND IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The OBI WAN KANOBI ARTICLE!!!!! Sooooo posting it....
2:15. (Camie's chewing in her sleep. Hm. I wonder what she's dreaming about. And if it's tasty.)
2:28. HEY. THIS IS OFFICIALLY 24 hours of my life in facebook status'. I think that's pretty darn sweet. Long, but pretty darn flippin sweet.
2:30. Alright. Due to the fact that I don't want to recreate my day with another lapse of insomnia and sleep-depravity (ooo, I like that word. Depravity. Sleep-depravity. I wonder how many scrabble points I could get for that...)....
(2:31: I realize that the last hour, my brain has been starting to melt and make no sense, hence the rambling. Just had to put that out there)
.... I think I shall go to bed. I took a sleeping pill. (that might be why I'm a little loopey and dazy. Lazy dazy. Hahaha... that's me in a nut shell) And now I'm going to bed and letting you FINALLY finish reading this. Actually, you probably didn't read it all, and that's okay. It was long. It was mostly for my enjoyment and entertainment. Hey, it killed two hours. :D
(Published status' on Facebook- BLUE. I mean, RED.)
1:54 AM. Finished my homework. (But, seeing as it's 2 in the morning and Camie's asleep, I'll wait until morning to print all twenty pages of it. Your welcome, roomie.)
3 AM. Doo-da-doot-da-doot... insomnia makes me giggle sometimes.
4 AM. Just spent an hour giggling under the covers... thinking about post on mylifeisaverage.com... I laughed out loud, and woke camie up, making her mumble incoherently under her breath... teeheeeeeee...
6 AM. Alright, insomnia, you can quite now. Sleep might be nice.
10 AM. IF I DON'T GET SOME SLEEP, I THINK I'M GOING TO SHOOT MYSELF. DANG YOU, INSOMNIA.
11 AM. Slept for a total of twenty minutes. Dreamt I cussed some little girl scout out. Not a good thing. Especially since I used the F word repeatedly... do I need to repent for that? Cussing in my dreams? Because it happens A LOT. I think I might have anger issues I need to resolve...
12:22 PM. It's a good thing I'm lying down, because I think I'm going to pass out. (is that possible?)
2:30 PM. Worst. Feeling. EVER. Migraine... no strength... missed devo. I don't have strength to go to Devo AND class. And I HAVE to go to class, or I fail. Decision made. Gosh, I feel like crap.
2:50 PM. Class in fifteen minutes... should get out of bed... can't...
3:15 PM. Made it to class. Forgot to staple all the millions of papers I'm turning, but I'm in class. That's enough.
3:16 PM. Hey, I just realized that I did all my homework last night! SWEET! That makes life a bit better. But I still feel like I'm going to faint. And I'm not laying down.
4:00 PM. Bad mood. Tired. Snapped at Kyle. I'm a jerk. RAWR, DON'T CROSS ME TODAY, JERK! LEAVE ME ALONE? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN DUE TO LACK OF SLEEP.
4:30 PM. BAD DAYS SUCK. So do parking citations. Especially when Kyle is there to mock me, like he did.
4:31 PM. Although, Dani just did an immitation of my turkey phone, and that made life better a bit.
4:46 PM. Right as I'm at the cashier to check out at the cafeteria (alone) I realized I left my wallet at home. And my phone. Have to drop my food, run and find Kyle, borrow five bucks from him. Went back to pay, realized that $5 wasn't enough, had to drop my drink.
4:57 PM. I'm thirsty. Darn you salty fries.
5:12 PM. and just for the record, that ice cream mentioned yesterday SUCKED. I thought, hey, I'm having a bad day, I'm dying of thirst, I'll make myself a chocolate shake and things will be a whole lot better, right? WRONG.
5:37 PM. DANG IT, I LEFT MY EGGS OUT, TOO. How am I supposed to make treats for my freaking visiting teaching people if all my eggs, WHICH I HAD TO STEAL FROM CAMIE IN THE FIRST PLACE, are bad? This day just keeps getting CRAPPIER by the minute... it needs to just be OVER. DO YOU HEAR ME, FATE? OVER.
5:42 PM. (in the shower) IS THIS WHAT I GET FOR DOING MY HOMEWORK FOR ONCE? Because I'll totally stop doing homework, if it means avoiding bad days.
5:53 PM. I recently wrote a post on the magical powers of a good shower. I just have to say, THAT'S A LIE. I wasn't feeling any magic today when random black crap squirted out at me. DARN YOU, KARMA.
6:24 PM. Dang it, ripped my contact. Gosh dang it. That's what I get for actually putting make-up on? I thought I was doing the world a favor, but APPARENTLY NOT...
6:26 PM. Pouting on the couch. Can't sleep, have to go Visting Teaching at 7. Not enough time sleep before. I don't even want to read MyLifeIsAverage.com. Because my life is crap today. Well played, average lifers. Well played.
6:27 PM. Quiznos. Do I have time to make a Quizno's run real fast?
6:27 and 1/2 PM. No. Sob.
6:59 PM. Visiting teaching, lack of treats? Not here! A can of cactus cooler, "because we think you're cool." Response? Well played, well played. Take that, oh Demon Fate of Bad Days!
8:36 PM. At Craigos... yum. Food is yummy. Also, Pasta bars rock.
9:12 PM. "I bought cheesecake at Albertsons!" A silent minute later... "Wait, I'm having a bad day! I forgot about that. There, that's the excuse for my cheesecake. Not that you really need an excuse for cheesecake..."
9:17 PM. CHEESECAKE. WON'T. CUT...
9:19 PM. "What's that?" "It's definately not cheesecake." "Can I have a bite? A little bity bite?" "BACK OFF, LOSER. THIS PUPPY'S MINE AND YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY. HA."
9:19 and 1/2 PM. Laughs at own sarcasm towards Alex. I give him a piece. We're dissapointed that it's all crap-brownie with an itty-bitty layer of cheesecake swirls. No want brownie. Just cheesecake.
9:2o PM. So. Much. Difficulty. Getting the tiny bits of cheesecake out of the brownie is hard. It's really frozen....
.... 9:20 and 1/2 PM. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
9:22 PM. so, I was eating cheesecake, and my fork went through the plate AND INTO MY LEG. It hurt. But cheesecake made it better. But only kind of.
1:05 AM. Dani: "Teehee, FATALITY."
1:34 AM. BAHAHAHAHA. I like quotes from NigaHiga. Actually, I just like NigaHiga in general.
9:23 PM. Except that now the toxic fumes of lavendar air-freshener is ruining the experience of my coveted cheesecake bits...
9:27 PM. Just realized that Alex has been using my pillow. That's gross. Now he's put Dani's socks on his hands, and the puppets are making out. Seriously, Alex, seriously? Your feet smell.
9:42 PM. Our apartment smells like smelly feet.
9:46 Pm. Wait, am I contributing to the stinky-feet smell? Oh great. I'm the worst roommate ever.
9:52 PM. No. NO WAY are those my feet. Alex's feet are polluting our world.
9:59 PM. Just got out our mop. Wrote "Nimbus 2000" on the side. We don't have a broom. From now on, I'm doing it to every broom or mop or swiffer I meet. (Although, maybe I'll come up with a different name for the Swiffer. It's a little high tech for Hogwarts.)
9:59 and 1/2 PM. I wonder how Harry would modify a swiffer in order to ride it...
10:00 PM. (Imagines the modifications that a swiffer would require...)
10:11 PM. (takes quiz on Facebook: What Jedi are you?)
10:12 PM. (Answer: Yoda.)
10:12 and 1/2 PM. I WANTED OBI WON. NO FAIR. THIS QUIZ SUCKS.
(intense event.)
10: 34 PM. "I know this is a hard concept for you guys, but you have neighbors." YEAH, WELL I KNOW THIS IS A HARD CONCEPT FOR YOU, BUT YOUR FACE IS UGLY. And Travis says that you'll never get married. Or, if you do, he'll commit suicide within two days. Three days, tops. TAKE THAT, WITCH!
10:35 PM. What a way to end a bad day, right? getting yelled at by the witches next door. What a jerk. Putting her down makes us feel better about ourselves :(
10:38 PM. my feelers are hurt. So are travis's. I'm crying on the inside.
11:02 PM. Camie comes home. Tell her about our latest drama with the girl next door and how she hurt Travis' feelings. Camie: "They said that they can hear everything we say?" (yelling) "WELL, SUCK IT UP!" Best. Roommate. Ever.
11:06 PM. Still laughing at Camie's remark. She's so BA (as spencer says). (I just say that she's flippin awesome and ROCKS).
11:46 PM. Travis (helping out the witch next door when KYLE got too loud): "NO LAUGHING! NO HAPPINESS!"
11:58 PM. I made a big sign saying "NO LAUGHING! NO HAPPINESS!". I hung it on our door. It made Dani laugh. A lot. It made me feel much better about the event.
12:22. EPIC FAIL. Brushing my teeth, and got toothpaste all over my glasses. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN? Dani and I don't know.
12:30. Popcorn, oh lovely popcorn, you should get in my tummy...
12: 36. Now I have popcorn grease all over my keyboard.
12:37. It was worth it.
12:50. (To be sung) Earphones, why, oh why, are you all the way down on my desk? Why must I climb down from bed to get thee? (Commences attempt at telekenisis powers...)
12:54. (End attempt at telekenisis powers... my headphones obviously are not in tune with the Force. Darn it.)
12:55. Oh, Camie's getting up! SWEET! "CaMiE...."
12:55 1/2. YES! CAMIE ROCKS! Now, earphones, we have a lot to talk about...
12:58. Still lecturing about the goodness of the Force and how we need to apply the principles of Star Wars to our own lives, because they'll make us more wise and wonderful...
1:02 AM. Hey, wait, didn't I once find a funny blog about OBI WON, in like, freshman year? I wonder where that went... I should put it in my EPIC WONDER book. (Previously called my "Creative Writing Journal." This is Volume Two, in which epic wonderfulness not neccesarily written by me are now incorporated. It's official title is, "Creative Writing Journal, Volume Two: EPIC WONDER." Hey, that's kind of legit. I like it. I'm clever. Teehee.
1:35 AM. Note to self: Don't pull on eyelashes when you haven't removed your mascara off yet. It tears out half of your eyelashes.
2:00 AM. While filling this blog out, I just experienced my first conversation with Camie while she was asleep and incoherent. It was fun. I like that my roommate talks in her sleep. Because I know for a fact I giggle before I fall asleep. Or belch loudly. I can't fall asleep without doing one of the two. Which, makes me wonder, I probably giggle IN my sleep as well. And Belch. Or belch. I'd rather giggle. But I guess I can't really be choosy when I'm asleep.
2:12 AM. FOUND IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The OBI WAN KANOBI ARTICLE!!!!! Sooooo posting it....
2:15. (Camie's chewing in her sleep. Hm. I wonder what she's dreaming about. And if it's tasty.)
2:28. HEY. THIS IS OFFICIALLY 24 hours of my life in facebook status'. I think that's pretty darn sweet. Long, but pretty darn flippin sweet.
2:30. Alright. Due to the fact that I don't want to recreate my day with another lapse of insomnia and sleep-depravity (ooo, I like that word. Depravity. Sleep-depravity. I wonder how many scrabble points I could get for that...)....
(2:31: I realize that the last hour, my brain has been starting to melt and make no sense, hence the rambling. Just had to put that out there)
.... I think I shall go to bed. I took a sleeping pill. (that might be why I'm a little loopey and dazy. Lazy dazy. Hahaha... that's me in a nut shell) And now I'm going to bed and letting you FINALLY finish reading this. Actually, you probably didn't read it all, and that's okay. It was long. It was mostly for my enjoyment and entertainment. Hey, it killed two hours. :D
10.26.2009
Truth.
If there's one thing I know in this world, it's that you ALWAYS finish your antibiotics.
Also, Lady Gaga has the best sunglasses.
Also, Lady Gaga has the best sunglasses.
10.25.2009
Thank you, Lysol!
You never know just how messy it is to make peanut butter cookies until you have a roommate allergic to peanuts.
10.24.2009
Scrubbing
Things that turn into cement on your pots if not immediately washed off:
Oatmeal
Mac-and-Cheese
Muffin mix
Frosting
Oatmeal
Mac-and-Cheese
Muffin mix
Frosting
10.22.2009
ITunes. Try I-SUCKS.
You know what I'm not a fan of? Itunes eating my music and not giving it back.
ARGHHHHHHHH!!!
Why can't you just keep your old music when switching to a new computer? I miss my music!!! All I've got is my CD's that i've reuploaded...
And what's up with all the songs on Itunes going up to $1.29? So now, if I want to restore my library and RE-BUY all my music, it's going to be a ton extra of money now! ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!
(Dani says I should have bought a Mac. I said I never bought a computer at all, this is my dad's old work computer. And then everyone laughed because it's an IBM. They say it's International Baby Monkeys. That makes me laugh.)
But I'm still mad.
ARGHHHHHHHH!!!
Why can't you just keep your old music when switching to a new computer? I miss my music!!! All I've got is my CD's that i've reuploaded...
And what's up with all the songs on Itunes going up to $1.29? So now, if I want to restore my library and RE-BUY all my music, it's going to be a ton extra of money now! ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!
(Dani says I should have bought a Mac. I said I never bought a computer at all, this is my dad's old work computer. And then everyone laughed because it's an IBM. They say it's International Baby Monkeys. That makes me laugh.)
But I'm still mad.
10.10.2009
College Pictures PART TWO
Well. That was lame.
ANYWAYS, getting away from self pity... perhaps it's time for more pictures?
PICTIONARIOS DE LA REXBURG, SEGUNDO DOS!
Anticipation of the Rodeo---
At the Farmers Market---
After a Grafitti Party---
My desk! With top 3 pictures. Laughing catalouge with the ritos, peace with Stepheritos at my sweet sixteen in the dollar store orange frame, Jumping picture with Steph, and me and my cat :D---
Wall of photos part one---
Wall of photos PART TWO---
My bed/desk arrangement. And yes, if you've wondered, I have fallen off it. It's quite painful. I slip down the latter on a daily basis, landing spread eagle. And I constantly hit my head, arms, legs, on the ceiling when I'm not careful. And I've almost slipped off in between the bed and the wall/window... oh dear. It's a disaster waiting to happen. But I kind of like it---
"Sorry for killing your dog. -Spencer and Kyle." Found on Aimme and Dani's door.
ANYWAYS, getting away from self pity... perhaps it's time for more pictures?
PICTIONARIOS DE LA REXBURG, SEGUNDO DOS!
Anticipation of the Rodeo---
At the Farmers Market---
After a Grafitti Party---
My desk! With top 3 pictures. Laughing catalouge with the ritos, peace with Stepheritos at my sweet sixteen in the dollar store orange frame, Jumping picture with Steph, and me and my cat :D---
Wall of photos part one---
Wall of photos PART TWO---
My bed/desk arrangement. And yes, if you've wondered, I have fallen off it. It's quite painful. I slip down the latter on a daily basis, landing spread eagle. And I constantly hit my head, arms, legs, on the ceiling when I'm not careful. And I've almost slipped off in between the bed and the wall/window... oh dear. It's a disaster waiting to happen. But I kind of like it---
"Sorry for killing your dog. -Spencer and Kyle." Found on Aimme and Dani's door.
?---
A drawing Dani's little sister sent us. Notice that it's ME with the gun. And I've never even met this kid. Haha. Least likely to be holding the machine gun? Me, says everyone. (except Dani's sister) --- (why we're taking refuge from the killer Spencer and Kyle, who are devoring Obama and some random girl named Sasha, at WALMART of all places is completely beyond me.)---
Camie's all studious like. Psh.
Pinata Mi familia sent me- Halloween party in a box via FedEx!!! They're the greatest, no? --- I happen to also like the creepiness of the cat as well----
Eating my potatoes----
My twicebaked potatoes! Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... I can be domestic! I'm good at it, when I want to be. Oh.... oh. Dang it. Just realized I left my blankets in the laundry room Wednesday. DANG IT.
A drawing Dani's little sister sent us. Notice that it's ME with the gun. And I've never even met this kid. Haha. Least likely to be holding the machine gun? Me, says everyone. (except Dani's sister) --- (why we're taking refuge from the killer Spencer and Kyle, who are devoring Obama and some random girl named Sasha, at WALMART of all places is completely beyond me.)---
Camie's all studious like. Psh.
Pinata Mi familia sent me- Halloween party in a box via FedEx!!! They're the greatest, no? --- I happen to also like the creepiness of the cat as well----
Eating my potatoes----
My twicebaked potatoes! Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... I can be domestic! I'm good at it, when I want to be. Oh.... oh. Dang it. Just realized I left my blankets in the laundry room Wednesday. DANG IT.
Okay, so I'm still domestic, I'm just FORGETFUL. There's a difference.
Hanging out at our apartment. Good ol' Camie. Love her.----
Hanging out at our apartment. Good ol' Camie. Love her.----
10.09.2009
Rant and Rave. Or just rant.
Such a lame Saturday.
Usually it doesn't bug me so bad... but today it does. I freaking miss my friends. I miss Temecula. My blanket makes me sad, which it shouldn't. But it's like, everytime I look at it, it just reminds me that I'm not ever really going to see these people again. Or, I will, for brief periods of time, but its not like they're going to be any significant part of my life anymore. I'll go to Temecula, what, once a year? Maybe?
Ugh, I just want to sleep. Insomnia sucks. Especially when it you DO sleep, but it's from 8AM- 3PM. It's not cool. And my roommates and people don't understand, either. To them, I just look like this lazy brat. Which I can be. But it's not what I intend, to fall apart... it's not all my fault. Which makes everything suck. Oh, like having to drop three of your four classes. Yeah, that makes you feel like a winner.
I miss my friends. And my family. I miss my home. Which isn't my home anymore. Ugh.
Gosh, self-pity is so LAAAAAAAAAAAME. i'm going to bed.
Usually it doesn't bug me so bad... but today it does. I freaking miss my friends. I miss Temecula. My blanket makes me sad, which it shouldn't. But it's like, everytime I look at it, it just reminds me that I'm not ever really going to see these people again. Or, I will, for brief periods of time, but its not like they're going to be any significant part of my life anymore. I'll go to Temecula, what, once a year? Maybe?
Ugh, I just want to sleep. Insomnia sucks. Especially when it you DO sleep, but it's from 8AM- 3PM. It's not cool. And my roommates and people don't understand, either. To them, I just look like this lazy brat. Which I can be. But it's not what I intend, to fall apart... it's not all my fault. Which makes everything suck. Oh, like having to drop three of your four classes. Yeah, that makes you feel like a winner.
I miss my friends. And my family. I miss my home. Which isn't my home anymore. Ugh.
Gosh, self-pity is so LAAAAAAAAAAAME. i'm going to bed.
10.07.2009
Oh, the joys of grape juice.
I love grape juice, have I mentioned that yet?
Actually, I love all juice. And soda. Basically, any beverage that isn't water or plain milk. (Okay, that's a lie, I love water. But not plain milk.)
Why do I love them so much? Because they were never around growing up! We never had anything but Skim Milk in our fridge (there was the occasional Crystal Lite when we had mexican for dinner... and we periodically did have a bottle of juice, but it was usually something obscure that I didn't appreciate, like Cranberry Juice. Now I adore Cranberry juice).
But a good thing about college? I CAN DRINK WHATEVER THE HECK I WANT!!!
I currently own a gallon of SunnyDelight, a big bottle of grape juice (ooo... yummy!), soda cans of apple juice, and a twelve pack of Orange soda (for bad days, haha), and I just went through a half-gallon of the premade Nesquik chocolate milk... but I do have my regular Skim and chocolate syrup for emergency-chocolate milk fixes. My roomates probably hate me, because it takes up a bit of room in the fridge.
Everytime we go to the store (which seems to happen a lot, actually), I just sit in the juice isle, lusting after all the pretty bottles of juice. (Honestly, talk to Taylor. I'm not lying.) I was this close to buying a bottle of martinelli's... but I didn't. I'll wait until next week for that :D
(and, if you're suddenly concerned about my health, yes, I only buy the 100% pure juice, no sugar added juices. Okay, except for the SundayD. But I mean, come on. SunnyD is one of the best things on this PLANET. And I guess chocolate milk isn't all that terrific healthwise. Oh well. It's tasty, and everytime I pour myself a glass of juice, life just gets that much better.
Mmmm... juice.
Actually, I love all juice. And soda. Basically, any beverage that isn't water or plain milk. (Okay, that's a lie, I love water. But not plain milk.)
Why do I love them so much? Because they were never around growing up! We never had anything but Skim Milk in our fridge (there was the occasional Crystal Lite when we had mexican for dinner... and we periodically did have a bottle of juice, but it was usually something obscure that I didn't appreciate, like Cranberry Juice. Now I adore Cranberry juice).
But a good thing about college? I CAN DRINK WHATEVER THE HECK I WANT!!!
I currently own a gallon of SunnyDelight, a big bottle of grape juice (ooo... yummy!), soda cans of apple juice, and a twelve pack of Orange soda (for bad days, haha), and I just went through a half-gallon of the premade Nesquik chocolate milk... but I do have my regular Skim and chocolate syrup for emergency-chocolate milk fixes. My roomates probably hate me, because it takes up a bit of room in the fridge.
Everytime we go to the store (which seems to happen a lot, actually), I just sit in the juice isle, lusting after all the pretty bottles of juice. (Honestly, talk to Taylor. I'm not lying.) I was this close to buying a bottle of martinelli's... but I didn't. I'll wait until next week for that :D
(and, if you're suddenly concerned about my health, yes, I only buy the 100% pure juice, no sugar added juices. Okay, except for the SundayD. But I mean, come on. SunnyD is one of the best things on this PLANET. And I guess chocolate milk isn't all that terrific healthwise. Oh well. It's tasty, and everytime I pour myself a glass of juice, life just gets that much better.
Mmmm... juice.
10.06.2009
Poetry Slam
OH MY GOSH!
I just got an invitation to be part of a POETRY SLAM.
Dude.
That's so awesome.
If only I had some awesome work that I could use... because performance poetry is freaking fun.
I wonder if I can come up with something before the 24th...
I just got an invitation to be part of a POETRY SLAM.
Dude.
That's so awesome.
If only I had some awesome work that I could use... because performance poetry is freaking fun.
I wonder if I can come up with something before the 24th...
10.04.2009
College Picture Albums Part 1
DOINGS IN REXBURG at BYU-I!
Roomies of 134
Camie, Holly, Dani and Aimee
The boys got in a pick-up-line/sticky-note war with girlies next door. My particular favorite.
Spencer's new head. I think it's an improvement.
Haha, just kidding. That was mean.
Ze Kitchen.
Well, what it was when we were first moving in. It's gotten a bit more, um... worn in since then.
Aimee and I at our Lazer-show-nights. Yes, we'd all lie on the ground, turn the lights off, crank up rave music, and flash the lazers all over the ceiliing. It's a whole lot cooler than it sounds. Or else we wouldn't do it all the time.
More fun with Lazers.
Eric can dance.
Well... somehow, we figured out that Lazer-pointers are flipping FUN. Way too fun. Here we are, shooting it at Dani's camera, and it came out AWeSOME.
Aimee and I at our Lazer-show-nights. Yes, we'd all lie on the ground, turn the lights off, crank up rave music, and flash the lazers all over the ceiliing. It's a whole lot cooler than it sounds. Or else we wouldn't do it all the time.
More fun with Lazers.
Eric can dance.
A note I taped to Room 133, our girl friends next door! yes, we did have a baked-potato party that was really fun. That I cooked and hosted, what now! I really am domestic.
Taylor (in 133) and I at Battle of the Bands, with the Key Man!
Taylor and I using the most excellent cross-the-street-flags. Yeah, we're cool.
What to do with a Salmon-colored bathroom? Draw fish to go with it!
The girls next door (133)! Haylan with dark hair (yes, that's Haylan Gilbert, from our Temecula stake!), Nan with the flower, and Taylor in the pinky color that I also wear. There's also Candace, but she was gone that night.
Getting competitive over Nerf-catch. This was only after we allowed people to catch with their hands. It WAS just mouths. THAT was fun.
Our living room! (Notice Batman, looking all awesome and watching over us. We'll never get robbed; people will come in, see Batman, and realize that NO ONE robs Batman. You just can't do that to him. So they'll leave. Also notice the small whiteboard. We have daily move quotes that we make each other guess. Fun game)
What to do with a Salmon-colored bathroom? Draw fish to go with it!
The girls next door (133)! Haylan with dark hair (yes, that's Haylan Gilbert, from our Temecula stake!), Nan with the flower, and Taylor in the pinky color that I also wear. There's also Candace, but she was gone that night.
Our boys (originally in Dani and Aimee's stake, they hang out in our apartment from noon to midnight every day. Both fun and annoying, but only when trying to sleep. Or do homework. Or have a sane life, haha.)- Doing an elevator outside our window. (From left to right, Spencer, Travis, Eric, and Kyle)
Kyle and Dani
Playing "catch the Nerf Bullet" outside in our courtyard. Yes, we have a Nerf gun. You can't go to college and NOT have a Nerf gun. We enjoy playing Russian Roulette with it (if that's how you spell it.)
Getting competitive over Nerf-catch. This was only after we allowed people to catch with their hands. It WAS just mouths. THAT was fun.
Our living room! (Notice Batman, looking all awesome and watching over us. We'll never get robbed; people will come in, see Batman, and realize that NO ONE robs Batman. You just can't do that to him. So they'll leave. Also notice the small whiteboard. We have daily move quotes that we make each other guess. Fun game)
El fin de segunda uno
(I THINK that says the end of part one)
(yeah!)
Uchdorf? Dude, that man's a B.A.
Ah... I have the worst accute migraine in my forehead, but I just feel like giggling... perhaps it's time to consider actually going to sleep.
Ah! Jackson Five! ABC, it's easy as 1, 2, 3, easy as Do, Re, Mi.... Stephanie Lovett and i used to sing this at lunch... sophomore year? Yeah, I think that was the year we sang during lunch. Our best was our deut of "Elephant Love Medley." Yes, that would be the five minute long massive duet of Ewan Mcgregor and Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge! And yes, we would belt it. And yes, I was Ewan mcGregor. And yes, we had all the timing right, so we could run an Ipod along, and we'd only be like a second or two off, we were that good. (And yes, we would do the ..silence...silence... BONG... it was the best part.) AND YES, we would do the Moon-man part at the end, even though we never figured out exactly what he was saying. We'd just make up nonsense-French words. Because we assumed he was speaking French. If not, whatever, man. We invented what we wanted, and we were cool.
We could be herooooooooes!
Wait, what? It's snowing? No way...
TOTALLY! Camie just came in, told me it was snowing, and we all booked it out of the apartment! IT'S SNOWING IN REXBURG!!! (or, at least in the Kerr Hall courtyard) DUDE. So, super awesome. More than awesome, this is fantasmalistic. Yeah, I just made up a word. Actually, I think that's a bit too big for a word, I'm thinking tha tit should be classified as a phrase.
Anyways. SNOW ROCKS! Oh my freaking gosh, it's so amazing! It's so cool. (And, yes, it's cold, but that was sort of obvious, wasn't it?) It's all super light and soft and it just sort of floats down all slow and swirly... it's just AWeSOME.
I don't know why that first e didn't get capitalized.
Whatever.
So, I started a new book that I'm LOVING. "The Thirteenth Tale" by Diane Setterfield, and yes, for once, it's not a young-adult fiction, it's a regular old novel. A #1 NEW YOR TIMES BESTSELLER. I just so happen to enjoy it a lot, and it's ben sparking flashes of ideas for stories of my own, which is fun, because they're aspects of things that I haven't done yet, but I think I could do well.
For instance, a period-piece. I've actually done quite a few of these, most residing in the 1800's. But part of this particular book that I'm reading is set in like 1890- 1910ish, which itself is a pretty cool time, but it's residing in the countryside in Northern England, which makes my heart just MELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLT. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. The 1920's in rural England? AH, it would be so freaking awesome.
But I've been inventing a character unlike anything I've done before... usually I take main characters and they end up being empashized traits of myself... most that I've done have come out quiet, meek, righteous, good, down-to-earth sort of thing. Nice people, you know? Kick back. But this one, it's exciting, she's all super self-empowered and gets what she wants, is willful and independant, and in a sense, almost has a sense of craziness. Eccentricness, that's it. She's kick-A, as Spencer would put it.
(Actually, they were calling different Genereal Authorites B.A.'s while we were watching conference. Like, "Elder Uchdorf? That's a freaking awesome name. He's such a B.A." And I think Neal A Maxwell got one as well. And then the random guys that had fun accents, or any accents at all, they were immediate B.A.'s. It made us all laugh in a somewhat dissaproving way, because it's like, hey! That's a compliment! Elder-so-and-so freaking rocks- he's a B.A. But then it's like, "genereal authorites, and BA's?" Sort of an oxymoron. Hey, at least we're relating, right?
Right.
Raisins say: True friends don't care what's in your piggy bank.
Ah! Jackson Five! ABC, it's easy as 1, 2, 3, easy as Do, Re, Mi.... Stephanie Lovett and i used to sing this at lunch... sophomore year? Yeah, I think that was the year we sang during lunch. Our best was our deut of "Elephant Love Medley." Yes, that would be the five minute long massive duet of Ewan Mcgregor and Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge! And yes, we would belt it. And yes, I was Ewan mcGregor. And yes, we had all the timing right, so we could run an Ipod along, and we'd only be like a second or two off, we were that good. (And yes, we would do the ..silence...silence... BONG... it was the best part.) AND YES, we would do the Moon-man part at the end, even though we never figured out exactly what he was saying. We'd just make up nonsense-French words. Because we assumed he was speaking French. If not, whatever, man. We invented what we wanted, and we were cool.
We could be herooooooooes!
Wait, what? It's snowing? No way...
TOTALLY! Camie just came in, told me it was snowing, and we all booked it out of the apartment! IT'S SNOWING IN REXBURG!!! (or, at least in the Kerr Hall courtyard) DUDE. So, super awesome. More than awesome, this is fantasmalistic. Yeah, I just made up a word. Actually, I think that's a bit too big for a word, I'm thinking tha tit should be classified as a phrase.
Anyways. SNOW ROCKS! Oh my freaking gosh, it's so amazing! It's so cool. (And, yes, it's cold, but that was sort of obvious, wasn't it?) It's all super light and soft and it just sort of floats down all slow and swirly... it's just AWeSOME.
I don't know why that first e didn't get capitalized.
Whatever.
So, I started a new book that I'm LOVING. "The Thirteenth Tale" by Diane Setterfield, and yes, for once, it's not a young-adult fiction, it's a regular old novel. A #1 NEW YOR TIMES BESTSELLER. I just so happen to enjoy it a lot, and it's ben sparking flashes of ideas for stories of my own, which is fun, because they're aspects of things that I haven't done yet, but I think I could do well.
For instance, a period-piece. I've actually done quite a few of these, most residing in the 1800's. But part of this particular book that I'm reading is set in like 1890- 1910ish, which itself is a pretty cool time, but it's residing in the countryside in Northern England, which makes my heart just MELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLT. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. The 1920's in rural England? AH, it would be so freaking awesome.
But I've been inventing a character unlike anything I've done before... usually I take main characters and they end up being empashized traits of myself... most that I've done have come out quiet, meek, righteous, good, down-to-earth sort of thing. Nice people, you know? Kick back. But this one, it's exciting, she's all super self-empowered and gets what she wants, is willful and independant, and in a sense, almost has a sense of craziness. Eccentricness, that's it. She's kick-A, as Spencer would put it.
(Actually, they were calling different Genereal Authorites B.A.'s while we were watching conference. Like, "Elder Uchdorf? That's a freaking awesome name. He's such a B.A." And I think Neal A Maxwell got one as well. And then the random guys that had fun accents, or any accents at all, they were immediate B.A.'s. It made us all laugh in a somewhat dissaproving way, because it's like, hey! That's a compliment! Elder-so-and-so freaking rocks- he's a B.A. But then it's like, "genereal authorites, and BA's?" Sort of an oxymoron. Hey, at least we're relating, right?
Right.
Raisins say: True friends don't care what's in your piggy bank.
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