man i have to take this math test again tomorrow. i have to prove that i'm ready for stats, because they actually found out that i don't meet the requirements for it, so they are going to drop me if i don't pass this test. it's on the computer, and i took it, and i did okay, but not good enough. luckily i have two more chances before they drop me, but it was a good preview, and i know what to study now, so not to worry! i'm going to do great. i take it at 6:00 tuesday, so everyone send good vibes. if i still don't do well enough, i can take it again on the 29th.
but when i found out they were planning on dropping me (through an email), they didn't tell me that i could take a test, so they just made a blanket statement: "we're dropping you because you don't meet the requirements." so i didn't know what the heck was going on, so I decided to call them and ask what i could do and how they could help me, but...
i couldn't find my phone!
i got on the computer to see who was online to ask them to text/call me so i could hear it, but i didn't hear it. so figured i must've had it on silent. then i was forlorn, because the school offices were closed, so i just wanted to talk to my mom so i would feel better and be able to handle the situation, but then she wasn't online and i remembered i couldn't find the phone. so sad.
eventually she got online. i told her the story. she made me feel better. then i decided to give it one more try to find my phone. i thought and thought and though...
and i remembered what i did two days earlier.
i was going to check the mail right after it stopped snowing (we've been snowing forever up here). the courtyard/field thing had all this fresh powder, and no one even stepped in it yet! i hate snow, but even i had to admit this was an amazing chance--a whole field to decorate by myself. i decided to make the word "love" out of footprints in cursive, and it was fureakin amazing! i did so good. then i decided that since i was in the snow and cold already, I would do a snow angel. so i jumped as far as i could from the "e" and plopped my butt down and did a snow angel.
so ha, do you understand why this is such a great thing to remember?
Maybe...just maybe...maybe my phone fell out of my pocket while i was making my angel.
then i thought, crap, because with my luck my phone died, and then it's been snowing since i did my angel, so my phone is probably ruined. if it even is out there. plus, someone could have seen it and stolen it (unlikely).
i asked my mom to call the phone twice, and i went outside, and do you know what happened? I heard my ringtone! that blessed pirates of the carribean remix!
I ran toward the angel and saw a light peering at me through the snow, and my phone was giving off the light! i laughed and laughed and i answered the phone.
it was cold on my ear. but it worked.
i put it to dry in the dish rack. and here's the miracle:
my phone has not died yet. it has been 6 days since i charged it. i am notorious for my phone's weak battery and my inability to charge it.
i think that angel i made was a magic guardian angel. it made sure that my phone was safe and worked. plus, it blessed my phone with an extra dose of holiday battery power.
ta da!
wasn't that a great story? it made me laugh...ha ha!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
i just made a song with my roommate
becca and i just came up with a song on the guitar. sounds better with me singing to the chords, but here are the lyrics:
Grandma Died
Cranberry canoodles
Spaghetti strapped poodles
Cham el e on hip hop dance
Box elder bug in my pants
Cuz my grandma died
I shoulda cried
You shoulda cried
We all shoulda cried
Karate chopped beef
Black squirrels in the wreathe
Tornado caught lice
Lace creamsicle price
White Jackson crack
Milk snot attack
Candy corn praise
Fig newton maze
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Invisible-Mouthed Ninja
Okay, now I need to go back and add up the points to see who won the bonus point war...
right now, I'm doing this:
Tagged...
7 Things To Do Before I Die
-Graduate
-Get married (in the temple)
-Have kids and a cat or sugar glider
-Go to Dubai
-Write 4 books (maybe get one published)
-Have a library and an office
-Own a BMW
7 Things I Cannot Do
-Fly
-Time travel
-Eat potatoes (mashed/baked)
-Sew
-Drive clutch
-Speak pig latin
-Own a Koenigzegg CCXR (I like the original CCXR best, but the edition is nice too)
7 Things I Say Most Often
-What?
-Huh?
-I don't want to get up!
-Nothing much. You?
-Homework time, again
-I forgot milk
-I forgot butter
7 Books I Love
-Daughter of the Forest
-Midnight Pearls
-The Host
-Summers at Castle Auburn
-Pride and Prejudice
-Ender's Game
-Beauty
7 Movies I Could Watch Over and Over Again
-Beauty and the Beast
-Pride and Prejudice (any version)
-The Incredibles
-Sabrina (w/Audrey Hepburn)
-Ever After
-Iron Man
-Anastasia
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
I cannot believe myself (or what happened)
Okay, so I read that email and I got distracted by it's funnyness and it's need for editing, and I forgot to tell you that yesterday....
I sat in a FERRARI scuderia and an ASTON MARTIN vantage. say ohmigosh ohmigosh ohmigosh ohmigosh!
that's all
I sat in a FERRARI scuderia and an ASTON MARTIN vantage. say ohmigosh ohmigosh ohmigosh ohmigosh!
that's all
La Bella, La Jody
Jody sent me an email, and it was so funny I thought I would share it with you.
I did edit it, because I am critical about every written thing. So here's my version of the email she sent me:
One morning, Kate’s husband returned from fishing and decided to take a nap (which is understandable—he woke up early to get the best fish). Although not familiar with the lake where her husband was fishing, Kate decided to take his boat out and do some relaxing of her own. She motored out a short distance, anchored, shoved the fishing gear toward the bow of the boat, and began reading her book.
Along came a game warden in his boat. He pulled up alongside Kate’s boat, turned off his motor, and greeted her. “Good morning, Ma’am. May I ask what you’re doing?”
“Reading a book,” Kate replied, thinking, Isn’t that obvious?
“You’re in a restricted fishing area,” he informed her.
“Yes, officer, but as you can see, I’m not fishing. I’m reading,” she smiled, slightly annoyed. She put her book down to look at the man.
“Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know, you could start at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”
“For reading a book?” Kate replied.
“You’re in a restricted fishing area,” he informed her again.
“I’m aware of that, officer, but I’m not fishing. I’m reading.”
“Yes, but you have the equipment so you could start fishing at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”
Kate opened her book again and resumed reading. She spoke to the game warden. “If you do that, I’ll have to charge you with sexual assault,” she said calmly.
The game warden was shocked. “But I haven’t even touched you,” he said.
“That’s true,” she nodded. A smile slowly crept over her face as she replied, “But you have all the equipment. For all I know, you could start at any moment.”
The game warden thought for a moment.
“Have a nice day, officer,” she said as he started his motor.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
MORALE: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely that she can think as well.
I did edit it, because I am critical about every written thing. So here's my version of the email she sent me:
One morning, Kate’s husband returned from fishing and decided to take a nap (which is understandable—he woke up early to get the best fish). Although not familiar with the lake where her husband was fishing, Kate decided to take his boat out and do some relaxing of her own. She motored out a short distance, anchored, shoved the fishing gear toward the bow of the boat, and began reading her book.
Along came a game warden in his boat. He pulled up alongside Kate’s boat, turned off his motor, and greeted her. “Good morning, Ma’am. May I ask what you’re doing?”
“Reading a book,” Kate replied, thinking, Isn’t that obvious?
“You’re in a restricted fishing area,” he informed her.
“Yes, officer, but as you can see, I’m not fishing. I’m reading,” she smiled, slightly annoyed. She put her book down to look at the man.
“Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know, you could start at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”
“For reading a book?” Kate replied.
“You’re in a restricted fishing area,” he informed her again.
“I’m aware of that, officer, but I’m not fishing. I’m reading.”
“Yes, but you have the equipment so you could start fishing at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”
Kate opened her book again and resumed reading. She spoke to the game warden. “If you do that, I’ll have to charge you with sexual assault,” she said calmly.
The game warden was shocked. “But I haven’t even touched you,” he said.
“That’s true,” she nodded. A smile slowly crept over her face as she replied, “But you have all the equipment. For all I know, you could start at any moment.”
The game warden thought for a moment.
“Have a nice day, officer,” she said as he started his motor.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
MORALE: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely that she can think as well.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
thanksgiving break
Okay...I am back from thanksgiving break. i visited all of my sisters and then had a thanksgiving party with my taylor bloodline. i had a lot of homework to do over the break, and i haven't started it yet, because i was protesting. the university said it was a break, so i used it as a break. i didn't do homework. now tonight i have a lot to do, but at least i had a break. i have two more weeks of school left this semester, and one of them doesn't really count. so i just have to stomach one more excrutiating week and then study study study for a stats final. two weeks doesn't sound too bad to me right now. well, actually it does, because i really really want to read some books. and i wish beauty & the beast was on sale. i want it so bad...i saw it this weekend, and i knew that i missed it, but i didn't know just how much i missed it. i love that movie.
sorry i'm not interesting right now. i'm homework oriented. one thing i'm excited for homework is a paper i'm writing on quenya and sindarin--they are elvish languages from lord of the rings. now, i really cannot stand lord of the rings, but i still think it's amazing the JRR Tolkien (a linguist) made up his own languages. and it's not something like pig latin or ongish, it's a language that has grammar rules and evolutions (made up evolutions, but evolutions nonetheless) and exceptions and everything! it's awesome. so there's my inner dork coming out some more.
i really do have to go, and i really don't have anything interesting to say. good luck.
sorry i'm not interesting right now. i'm homework oriented. one thing i'm excited for homework is a paper i'm writing on quenya and sindarin--they are elvish languages from lord of the rings. now, i really cannot stand lord of the rings, but i still think it's amazing the JRR Tolkien (a linguist) made up his own languages. and it's not something like pig latin or ongish, it's a language that has grammar rules and evolutions (made up evolutions, but evolutions nonetheless) and exceptions and everything! it's awesome. so there's my inner dork coming out some more.
i really do have to go, and i really don't have anything interesting to say. good luck.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Bonus Point War!
This post is simple, and it is for you.
We're going to play a game...actually you are going to play a game. YOU'LL WANT TO START ASAP, because it's easier when you're in the lead. Here's how it goes:
1) Get as many bonus points as possible
*You get bonus points by commenting on my posts. For this game, you must comment on this post. Only bonus points earned on this post will be counted toward the Bonus Point War! even though the comment form says you only get one point per post.
2) Do not swear while getting bonus points.
*British swear words are okay. You may also use phrases such as "I swear you were at the luau yesterday!"
3) You cannot compliment anyone
4) You cannot repeat what someone else has said.
5) YOU WILL BE DISQUALIFIED IF you talk about movies, books, celebreties, tv shows, politics, religion, or jokes.
Starting now. Ending 11:59 PM, December 7, 2008. I will be tallying points and will announce the winner. Go!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Someone Tell the Idiot
Alright, I know I'm stupid, please don't remind me. Just tell me how to do something:
How do I follow people?
Moving on,
I got the classes I wanted. Well, I got the classes I needed. I need to take one more creative writing class, and I wanted to take advanced fiction, because I like the fiction class, but it conflicted with my capstone. Get this though: Capstone starts at 1:30 (or something like that) and ends at 5 on monday. the fiction class starts at 4:30 and ends at 7:30 (or something like that) on monday. Both of these classes are on monday ONLY. so my question is. . . .why? there are 5 school days in the week. why do they both have to be on monday? and why do they have to overlap by half and hour? Someone is a bad planner. Someone is out to get me.
But I will graduate. I'm taking nonfiction instead. I'm just mad because I think it will be similar to fiction. I think the only difference will be that we aren't making stuff up, we'll have to stick with facts or nearly-facts. I'll be very sad if I don't learn new techniques for writing.
I am going home for thanksgiving. This is exciting and scary. I'm excited because I will get a break and get to see my family. It's scary because I probably won't get anything done, and I have a lot to do and I need to study for stats.
OH BTW! I got a 70% on my STATs quiz. thank goodness. That means I need a B on the final test instead of an A. I still have to study my brains out for the final, but there's a bigger chance that I'll get a C in the class, which I need. After I turn in my homework assignment (Dec. 5th), I will have a C- in the class. I'm trying to have a positive outlook on the comprehensive final. I'll just finish all of my final papers and projects so I can study for STATs. I can do it. And if I don't, I can try again next semester. It won't be the end of the world if I have to retake STATs, it'll just suck.
My new song is "Just Dance" by Lady Ga Ga. Love it love it love it. I've been listening to it for pretty much the last 24 hours. Love it love it LOVE IT! Her song "Poker Face" song is cool, too. I love singing the words "red wine" "spin that record, babe" at the beginning of the songs. dunno why. just fun to sing.
i challenge anyone to a texas hold em match. actually, it's more fun with a table of people, but head-to-head games are good too. and don't worry, we won't play with real money, just play chips. I want to practice my poker face. i think it'd be cool to be a chick who rocks at poker. i fish and camp, play video games, 4-wheel, have short hair, listen to rock, appreciate cars (the koenigzegg CCXR is my favorite by far, edition or not) and watches (Ulysses Nardin Diamond Heart), play basketball, watch basketball/football/baseball (and golf when tiger is on). My goals are to get a good poker face, learn to shoot and maybe go hunting, learn to snowboard, and learn how to jumpstart a car. i'm still feminine, but i'm not going to limit myself to girly stuff.
if you guys come across a website with good design/navigation, let me know what it is. i'm looking for ideas for site layouts.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Poor Jaycey
Jaycey said she couldn't comment on my blog. I fixed that for you, Jaycey. BTW, it was a BPI that was causing your difficulties. BPI as in Blonde Person Issue.
In other news, I'm registering for Spring classes tonight. At least I thought I was. I typed in the CRNs for the classes I wanted and then clicked "add courses." Yeah, well, then the server got too busy and I don't know if my classes were added or not. It's been about 2 hours since i clicked add courses. I'm trying to log back into the system. It's taking forever. I think the system crashed or it keeps on booting everyone out. Hopefully there are seats left. I'm going to scream if there aren't.
So I am staying up until I can get back into the system. If there isn't room in my classes, I will most likely die. I will most likely die tonight.
If you come to my funeral, you must wear a new article of clothing. That's my present to you--I'm making you buy something for yourself.
Also, everyone will sing 4th drink instinct by cute is what we aim for. the closing song will be into the blue by feeder.
and you will probably want to avoid my mother. she will be a mess.
*edit/addition: it took me 2 and 1/2 hours to register.
In other news, I'm registering for Spring classes tonight. At least I thought I was. I typed in the CRNs for the classes I wanted and then clicked "add courses." Yeah, well, then the server got too busy and I don't know if my classes were added or not. It's been about 2 hours since i clicked add courses. I'm trying to log back into the system. It's taking forever. I think the system crashed or it keeps on booting everyone out. Hopefully there are seats left. I'm going to scream if there aren't.
So I am staying up until I can get back into the system. If there isn't room in my classes, I will most likely die. I will most likely die tonight.
If you come to my funeral, you must wear a new article of clothing. That's my present to you--I'm making you buy something for yourself.
Also, everyone will sing 4th drink instinct by cute is what we aim for. the closing song will be into the blue by feeder.
and you will probably want to avoid my mother. she will be a mess.
*edit/addition: it took me 2 and 1/2 hours to register.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Ha Ha!
Guess what?
i was so excited to see that i have followers! Yay! So i'm going to go follow some people now, too.
and guess what else?
I'm following myself.
Ha ha!
i was so excited to see that i have followers! Yay! So i'm going to go follow some people now, too.
and guess what else?
I'm following myself.
Ha ha!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Strange Dream
Okay, here's a weird dream, condensed:
A rainbow broke and turned into a stalagtite in the sky.
A piece of the stalagtite broke off and some black gooey smoke oozed out of it and attached to some guy that I was apparantly in love with but I've never seen in real life.
everyone hated him because he had a piece of the broken rainbow on him.
then he left because he couldn't take being the outcast. And I was heartbroken.
the end.
New story: apparently I am sick. I am sleeping a lot and I can no longer have salt or vinegrettes on my food because it will hurt my throat. and that means no more pickles too. do you know how much that hurts me right now? man....i love pickles...
i'm getting a new layout after i post this.
oh. i dyed my hair red for reals yo. i'm getting it done again in december. i'm going to make the red more bold. i'm keeping the pixie cut.
i love to write...not much of an update, but each day I love it more. i haven't been blogging because i've been writing or reading about writing or doing STATs...mostly it's been stats and what a waste of time that class was. i can't get a c anymore, and i can't drop this late in the semester. so now i just have to get a d so i don't have an f on my record. totally sucks. i theoretically understand stats. i just can't apply it. drives me nuts.
anyway, not thinking about that anymore. i will have to take geometry again.
I WROTE A POEM one night while i was trying to go to sleep. I was thinking about Jane Austen, then about how guys in that time period (and some in modern day) don't like intelligent girls, and i thought of this poem, and it made me laugh to myself so i made sure to write it down before i fell asleep so i wouldn't forget it:
Beautiful hair and beautiful eyes
Make a bed fitting for all types of guys,
But an edge-sharpened tongue and a brain in the head
Make all those men afraid of the bed.
So ladies, keep practicing faints that are feigned--
There's time 'nough to frighten once vows are obtained.
I'm going to work on that sometime. I could definitely make it better/longer. I dunno. It just made me laugh. Hopefully it makes you laugh.
okay...is that a long enough post jaycey? i really want to go write a story now.
A rainbow broke and turned into a stalagtite in the sky.
A piece of the stalagtite broke off and some black gooey smoke oozed out of it and attached to some guy that I was apparantly in love with but I've never seen in real life.
everyone hated him because he had a piece of the broken rainbow on him.
then he left because he couldn't take being the outcast. And I was heartbroken.
the end.
New story: apparently I am sick. I am sleeping a lot and I can no longer have salt or vinegrettes on my food because it will hurt my throat. and that means no more pickles too. do you know how much that hurts me right now? man....i love pickles...
i'm getting a new layout after i post this.
oh. i dyed my hair red for reals yo. i'm getting it done again in december. i'm going to make the red more bold. i'm keeping the pixie cut.
i love to write...not much of an update, but each day I love it more. i haven't been blogging because i've been writing or reading about writing or doing STATs...mostly it's been stats and what a waste of time that class was. i can't get a c anymore, and i can't drop this late in the semester. so now i just have to get a d so i don't have an f on my record. totally sucks. i theoretically understand stats. i just can't apply it. drives me nuts.
anyway, not thinking about that anymore. i will have to take geometry again.
I WROTE A POEM one night while i was trying to go to sleep. I was thinking about Jane Austen, then about how guys in that time period (and some in modern day) don't like intelligent girls, and i thought of this poem, and it made me laugh to myself so i made sure to write it down before i fell asleep so i wouldn't forget it:
Beautiful hair and beautiful eyes
Make a bed fitting for all types of guys,
But an edge-sharpened tongue and a brain in the head
Make all those men afraid of the bed.
So ladies, keep practicing faints that are feigned--
There's time 'nough to frighten once vows are obtained.
I'm going to work on that sometime. I could definitely make it better/longer. I dunno. It just made me laugh. Hopefully it makes you laugh.
okay...is that a long enough post jaycey? i really want to go write a story now.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Time for a Quickie?
I was up until 1:30AM making brownies and cookies for a bake sale that is going on while I am typing this in class. SHH! This has to be quick.
then I was up until 2:30AM making myself dinner, because I was too busy to do it earlier.
and I spent a dollar on my own brownies.
i am tired and hungry. i cannot eat the delicious brownies in such a cute package because my classes today are all in computer labs.
i still need to write a two page newsletter article comparing photoediting software.
class is starting. bye.
then I was up until 2:30AM making myself dinner, because I was too busy to do it earlier.
and I spent a dollar on my own brownies.
i am tired and hungry. i cannot eat the delicious brownies in such a cute package because my classes today are all in computer labs.
i still need to write a two page newsletter article comparing photoediting software.
class is starting. bye.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Praise to the Wall!
Right now I am looking at the wall praising the day. Well, actually, I'm looking at my computer screen, but I was looking at the wall, believe you me.
And the question arises, why praise the wall?
Well, next door is a drummer. and a guitar player. and a dj. they like to make noise a lot. especially the drummer.
And right now the drummer is playing his humdrum boring patterned simple loud drums and they are getting on my nerves.
But I remember two things and I get very excited:
1. This means he won't be practicing at 10:30 PM tonight, so I can sleep.
2. At least there is a wall between us, so it's not as loud as it could be, and I won't be as tempted to strangle him and mangle his set.
And I am still loving school. I am sad it is almost over. I cannot do a Master's program until I have some real world work experience for a real world portfolio (required to enter the program). So I'm going to work, and maybe get a Master's at Weber State or the U so that I can get a Doctorate here, because it looks better if you don't get all of your degrees from the same place. or i might get a doctorate from texas technical or new york new school. dunno. but that's the thing: i don't have to know right now. I just have to do my homework and budget my money so i can pay my bills and eat.
and i need to sleep. darn drums. i'm tired.
And the question arises, why praise the wall?
Well, next door is a drummer. and a guitar player. and a dj. they like to make noise a lot. especially the drummer.
And right now the drummer is playing his humdrum boring patterned simple loud drums and they are getting on my nerves.
But I remember two things and I get very excited:
1. This means he won't be practicing at 10:30 PM tonight, so I can sleep.
2. At least there is a wall between us, so it's not as loud as it could be, and I won't be as tempted to strangle him and mangle his set.
And I am still loving school. I am sad it is almost over. I cannot do a Master's program until I have some real world work experience for a real world portfolio (required to enter the program). So I'm going to work, and maybe get a Master's at Weber State or the U so that I can get a Doctorate here, because it looks better if you don't get all of your degrees from the same place. or i might get a doctorate from texas technical or new york new school. dunno. but that's the thing: i don't have to know right now. I just have to do my homework and budget my money so i can pay my bills and eat.
and i need to sleep. darn drums. i'm tired.
Monday, August 25, 2008
TWILIGHT SPOILER
I stand by what I said before.
Edward should've died.
Bella should've lived on as a Vampire, with no one to tear her apart and burn her. Doomed to wallow in misery. I hate her guts still.
But I like the book because I didn't expect it to gear that way.
But I don't like the book because it lead up to a sissy end. They should've ripped each other's throats out.
That's what happens when you idolize yourself as the main character and you make her super powerful--you end up with a crap ending.
which, according to a few people i've talked to now, is not the ending. "Nessy" and Jacob are going to have a book, aparently. but that is a theory of people around me and that I'm inclined to believe, since nessy is probably superpowerful and miss meyer will probably succumb to becoming her indestructible characters once again and the money that entails her roleplaying.
but good for her. overall, i give her first three books 5 stars and her last one 4 stars. i think i'll get the guide to the characters when it comes out just because i want the whole collection.
this semester of college sounds fun so far. i will have to see what my tues thurs schedule is like.
oh and aurie is back, and she said she's the worst communicator in the world.
I told her that I nominated her for that about two months ago. which is a lie. i actually nominated her for it in may sometime.
Edward should've died.
Bella should've lived on as a Vampire, with no one to tear her apart and burn her. Doomed to wallow in misery. I hate her guts still.
But I like the book because I didn't expect it to gear that way.
But I don't like the book because it lead up to a sissy end. They should've ripped each other's throats out.
That's what happens when you idolize yourself as the main character and you make her super powerful--you end up with a crap ending.
which, according to a few people i've talked to now, is not the ending. "Nessy" and Jacob are going to have a book, aparently. but that is a theory of people around me and that I'm inclined to believe, since nessy is probably superpowerful and miss meyer will probably succumb to becoming her indestructible characters once again and the money that entails her roleplaying.
but good for her. overall, i give her first three books 5 stars and her last one 4 stars. i think i'll get the guide to the characters when it comes out just because i want the whole collection.
this semester of college sounds fun so far. i will have to see what my tues thurs schedule is like.
oh and aurie is back, and she said she's the worst communicator in the world.
I told her that I nominated her for that about two months ago. which is a lie. i actually nominated her for it in may sometime.
Friday, August 22, 2008
2nd Edition: For Bold Brilliant Blogger 2008
This post is for my mother as well.
I said I would blog while I am in Wyoming with her, and I leave tomorrow.
So here is me keeping my word.
I finished summer school and did well. Yay me.
I went camping and visited my dad and went to Colbie Caillat and John Meyer's concert. Yay.
And I am in Wyoming for the second time this summer.
And school starts on Monday so I'm leaving tomorrow.
I will have 4 new roommates who all know each other so I'm going to be the odd duck out. But Kate, my roommate of two weeks ago, lives in the building next to mine, so if i don't like my new roommates or they don't like me, she said I could just stay over there all day, because me and that girl are like this. .....imagine my fingers interlocking like the sign language word "friends"...
And I think Kate is one of my best friends now. Or Amanda, who was also my roommate at the same time as Kate. I think they are both my best friends. there's another Tres Amigas.
That is all.
I said I would blog while I am in Wyoming with her, and I leave tomorrow.
So here is me keeping my word.
I finished summer school and did well. Yay me.
I went camping and visited my dad and went to Colbie Caillat and John Meyer's concert. Yay.
And I am in Wyoming for the second time this summer.
And school starts on Monday so I'm leaving tomorrow.
I will have 4 new roommates who all know each other so I'm going to be the odd duck out. But Kate, my roommate of two weeks ago, lives in the building next to mine, so if i don't like my new roommates or they don't like me, she said I could just stay over there all day, because me and that girl are like this. .....imagine my fingers interlocking like the sign language word "friends"...
And I think Kate is one of my best friends now. Or Amanda, who was also my roommate at the same time as Kate. I think they are both my best friends. there's another Tres Amigas.
That is all.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
For Bold Brilliant Blogger 2008
My mom got an award for the Brilliant Blogger or something like that...i don't pay much attention to details when my brain is hamfried. Anyway, now that she has the award she had to answer a question thinger...
Then she nominated me for it, and i have to fill out the same thinger...I thought that was very bold of her, especially because I was the first person she nominated. So I gave her the Bold Brilliant Blogger Award 2008.
And here I go.
A: Attached or Single? single. sometimes this is great, sometimes it is depressing. it's actually 50/50.
B: Best friend? debatable.
C: Cake or Pie? cake. pie is overrated and sucks and belongs never.
D: Day of Choice? sounds like a holiday. almost better than the name "independence day". Day of Choice...I'm writing a book and that's going to be it's title! don't anyone take it or i'll...i'll be very mad I will!
E: Essential Item? money. you need it these days. plus my computer. i need it these days.
F: Favorite Color? no! i cannot decide anymore! blue/green/camo
G: Gummy Bears or Worms? worms
H: Hometown? TBA
I: Indulgence? reading writing learning thinking and chocolate strawberries whenever available
J: January or July? they are one in the same: misery.
K: Kids? please.
L: Life isn't complete without? sleep and food. keep your basic need satified and you'll live longer. ha ha ha ha ha ha. ha.
M: Marriage Date? either please
N: Number of Brothers & Sisters? 3 immediate
O: Oranges or Apples? Oranges plain, apples in tuna/grapes/curry powder
P: Phobias? sloths. road construction. periods.
Q: Quotes? "Creativity is never eliminated, only changed."
R: Reason to smile? love
S: Season of choice? curry powder
T: Tag seven peeps! (see list below)
U: Unknown fact about me? hmm...you tell me. what don't you know? Oh--I'm not really evil. I'm all talk no hurt. although talk can hurt. but you know what i mean. but i hope no one really thinks i'm evil. i just have a little trouble maker who wants to express herself because unlike a lot of teenagers, i pretty much followed the rules. to the T. even though there aren't any Ts in rules. that would be rulest, which is what i plan to do: I shall rulest thou, rulest thou with great efficiency!
V: Vegetable? just one...asparagus
X: X-ray or Ultrasound? healthy and not pregnant, so no thanks
Y: Your fave food? strawberries
Z: Zodiac sign? Virgo
Seven Brilliant Bloggers I am passing this tag onto...
1- I don't
2- play this
3- game.
4- You can
5- play it
6- if you
7- want to.
Then she nominated me for it, and i have to fill out the same thinger...I thought that was very bold of her, especially because I was the first person she nominated. So I gave her the Bold Brilliant Blogger Award 2008.
And here I go.
A: Attached or Single? single. sometimes this is great, sometimes it is depressing. it's actually 50/50.
B: Best friend? debatable.
C: Cake or Pie? cake. pie is overrated and sucks and belongs never.
D: Day of Choice? sounds like a holiday. almost better than the name "independence day". Day of Choice...I'm writing a book and that's going to be it's title! don't anyone take it or i'll...i'll be very mad I will!
E: Essential Item? money. you need it these days. plus my computer. i need it these days.
F: Favorite Color? no! i cannot decide anymore! blue/green/camo
G: Gummy Bears or Worms? worms
H: Hometown? TBA
I: Indulgence? reading writing learning thinking and chocolate strawberries whenever available
J: January or July? they are one in the same: misery.
K: Kids? please.
L: Life isn't complete without? sleep and food. keep your basic need satified and you'll live longer. ha ha ha ha ha ha. ha.
M: Marriage Date? either please
N: Number of Brothers & Sisters? 3 immediate
O: Oranges or Apples? Oranges plain, apples in tuna/grapes/curry powder
P: Phobias? sloths. road construction. periods.
Q: Quotes? "Creativity is never eliminated, only changed."
R: Reason to smile? love
S: Season of choice? curry powder
T: Tag seven peeps! (see list below)
U: Unknown fact about me? hmm...you tell me. what don't you know? Oh--I'm not really evil. I'm all talk no hurt. although talk can hurt. but you know what i mean. but i hope no one really thinks i'm evil. i just have a little trouble maker who wants to express herself because unlike a lot of teenagers, i pretty much followed the rules. to the T. even though there aren't any Ts in rules. that would be rulest, which is what i plan to do: I shall rulest thou, rulest thou with great efficiency!
V: Vegetable? just one...asparagus
X: X-ray or Ultrasound? healthy and not pregnant, so no thanks
Y: Your fave food? strawberries
Z: Zodiac sign? Virgo
Seven Brilliant Bloggers I am passing this tag onto...
1- I don't
2- play this
3- game.
4- You can
5- play it
6- if you
7- want to.
MY PEOPLE!
oh i noticed there's a link to a twilight quiz in my right module. i don't know how long it will be there, so just letting you know before it goes away.
(yes, you are mine)
I'm looking up british words and thought i'd share them with you.
i like bugger and bloody, but my mom gets mad when those come out of my mouth.
oh yeah, i'm trying to stop swearing to myself. that's why i'm asking. i figure that since i like british words, i could try using those instead when i stub my toe or break something or sleep in too long or etc.
i figured that maybe other people swear in secret to themselves and think, i probably shouldn't do that, but then they continue to do it anyway, so if you want a list of funner things to say (i'm an english major. i can make up words if i want to, like "funner"), here you go:
bullocks/bollocks (dunno spelling)
and bob's your uncle
barmy
belt up
duck
beastly
any road
barmy
codswallop
gobsmacked (gob-smack-ed; to be said carefully)
blast it
pants
cheeky
rubbish
put a sock in it
cobblers
tickety-boo (means "going well" but that'd be so freakin funny to say when you're pissed off)
FOR JAYCEY:
waffle means to talk on and on about nothing.
it's meant as no offense.
you can just talk about nothing, and it amazes me how well you do it, you waffler.
(yes, you are mine)
I'm looking up british words and thought i'd share them with you.
i like bugger and bloody, but my mom gets mad when those come out of my mouth.
oh yeah, i'm trying to stop swearing to myself. that's why i'm asking. i figure that since i like british words, i could try using those instead when i stub my toe or break something or sleep in too long or etc.
i figured that maybe other people swear in secret to themselves and think, i probably shouldn't do that, but then they continue to do it anyway, so if you want a list of funner things to say (i'm an english major. i can make up words if i want to, like "funner"), here you go:
bullocks/bollocks (dunno spelling)
and bob's your uncle
barmy
belt up
duck
beastly
any road
barmy
codswallop
gobsmacked (gob-smack-ed; to be said carefully)
blast it
pants
cheeky
rubbish
put a sock in it
cobblers
tickety-boo (means "going well" but that'd be so freakin funny to say when you're pissed off)
FOR JAYCEY:
waffle means to talk on and on about nothing.
it's meant as no offense.
you can just talk about nothing, and it amazes me how well you do it, you waffler.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Gargamellow
i have not been reading this summer
this makes me puzzled, and sad, because i think of the books i could've read, and i miss them. i love my books. and now i have the host, and i need to wait a week or two before i can read it or breaking dawn, which i don't have yet, which also makes me sad.
but i'll tell you what, summer school is almost done and then i get to go camping and back to wyoming to visit my family! yeah who!
my favorite quote: "Don't make me come down there!" -God
my favorite songs: "Forever" -chris brown; "shake it" -metro station; "Don't trust me" -3OH!3
i have a new haircut. i dont' remember if i blogged about that. pixie cut with long bangs now. looks awesome no matter what...well, not really, but it's a pretty flexible hair style. i like it. i will have to get a new picture now.
i miss a lot of people. my family. itineris buddies, including teachers. aurie. my west jordan ward.
the relief is that i have so many friends and such good roommates here at old farm and at usu.
and writing.
when i feel sad, or when i'm losing touch with myself, i just have to write. it doesn't matter what. it could be a blog. it could be fiction. it could be a report or a proposal. it could even be notes for class at school or church or something i'm studying on my own time. writing reveals me, and it makes me feel at home no matter where i am.
so i'm looking forward to my internship...that i haven't blogged about yet!!!
i'm going to intern for the teaching cather, which is based at the university of michigan or something but they have a representative here at USU. for this internship, i'll do basic editing and checking references of articles they publish, but get this: i have some design and marketing opportunities with this internship! that's right, the guy who interviewed me said i could propose redesign plans for the cover and layout of the journal magazine thing...i'll find out what they call it...and i can come up with flyers or pamphlets or something to hand out when he makes presentations to advertise the teaching cather, and i might help him with those presentations/speeches, and if i have time i can redesign their website, or at least make a proposal for redesign! oooohhhhhhhooooooh I'm excited.
and...i'm also writing a proposal for kate, my roommate in the next room, because she doesn't want to move into another apartment at old farm but they want her too, so i'm going to make a proposal outlining the benefits of keeping her in this apartment. i've already got some winning material drafted for this proposal. and even if it fails, it's good practice and call me weird but it's fun. ha ha...i really am a geek.
i celebrated my mom's birthday without her and here's how: i put the strobe light and blacklight in the living room and cranked up the music. i ate chocolate cake, lemon custard aggie ice cream, and danced the crap out of myself. my roommates were very agreeable in this mood, as my mother's birthday happens to also be the birthday of kate, my roommate next door. so i danced and danced and danced with my roommates. it was fun. happy birthday mom and kate.
this makes me puzzled, and sad, because i think of the books i could've read, and i miss them. i love my books. and now i have the host, and i need to wait a week or two before i can read it or breaking dawn, which i don't have yet, which also makes me sad.
but i'll tell you what, summer school is almost done and then i get to go camping and back to wyoming to visit my family! yeah who!
my favorite quote: "Don't make me come down there!" -God
my favorite songs: "Forever" -chris brown; "shake it" -metro station; "Don't trust me" -3OH!3
i have a new haircut. i dont' remember if i blogged about that. pixie cut with long bangs now. looks awesome no matter what...well, not really, but it's a pretty flexible hair style. i like it. i will have to get a new picture now.
i miss a lot of people. my family. itineris buddies, including teachers. aurie. my west jordan ward.
the relief is that i have so many friends and such good roommates here at old farm and at usu.
and writing.
when i feel sad, or when i'm losing touch with myself, i just have to write. it doesn't matter what. it could be a blog. it could be fiction. it could be a report or a proposal. it could even be notes for class at school or church or something i'm studying on my own time. writing reveals me, and it makes me feel at home no matter where i am.
so i'm looking forward to my internship...that i haven't blogged about yet!!!
i'm going to intern for the teaching cather, which is based at the university of michigan or something but they have a representative here at USU. for this internship, i'll do basic editing and checking references of articles they publish, but get this: i have some design and marketing opportunities with this internship! that's right, the guy who interviewed me said i could propose redesign plans for the cover and layout of the journal magazine thing...i'll find out what they call it...and i can come up with flyers or pamphlets or something to hand out when he makes presentations to advertise the teaching cather, and i might help him with those presentations/speeches, and if i have time i can redesign their website, or at least make a proposal for redesign! oooohhhhhhhooooooh I'm excited.
and...i'm also writing a proposal for kate, my roommate in the next room, because she doesn't want to move into another apartment at old farm but they want her too, so i'm going to make a proposal outlining the benefits of keeping her in this apartment. i've already got some winning material drafted for this proposal. and even if it fails, it's good practice and call me weird but it's fun. ha ha...i really am a geek.
i celebrated my mom's birthday without her and here's how: i put the strobe light and blacklight in the living room and cranked up the music. i ate chocolate cake, lemon custard aggie ice cream, and danced the crap out of myself. my roommates were very agreeable in this mood, as my mother's birthday happens to also be the birthday of kate, my roommate next door. so i danced and danced and danced with my roommates. it was fun. happy birthday mom and kate.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Your Post
This post is going to be focused on your replies, so please, submit to the pressure I'm putting on you to make comments.
What types of achievement are there in your life? Examples: career, family, religion
If you are comfortable sharing reasons for why these things are important to you, what goals you have, and anything else, go for it. I just want to listen today, and sharing your experiences and opinions can help other people.
What types of achievement are there in your life? Examples: career, family, religion
If you are comfortable sharing reasons for why these things are important to you, what goals you have, and anything else, go for it. I just want to listen today, and sharing your experiences and opinions can help other people.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Twilight Series (SPOILER POST just a little bit)
I love the twilight series. the story is beautiful. i hate bella. i like edward and jacob equally. i love vampires more than werewolves, though.
anyway, i need to post my opinion:
I think this story would be heartwrenchingly beautiful and I would respect Stefanie Meyers if she would kill Edward while Bella turned into a vampire, so that Bella is an immortal being without Edward. I don't care if she has Bella die after that or not--actually, i'd prefer her live forever in misery because i hate her, but for the sake of the story it's not important--I just want Edward to die at the most gut-twisting part that he could possibly die in, and that's while or exactly when Bella becomes a vampire. He could die protecting her body as it transforms or whatever.
then Bella couldn't even have Jacob because she'd be a stinky vampire and they couldn't live together, and that's what she deserves--to lose both of her true loves. (jacob would've been her choice if edward wasn't around, so he is justified in his territorial jealousy. he's just immature, but that's realistic, because he's young. Edward's old, so of course he can be charming.)
anyway, i need to post my opinion:
I think this story would be heartwrenchingly beautiful and I would respect Stefanie Meyers if she would kill Edward while Bella turned into a vampire, so that Bella is an immortal being without Edward. I don't care if she has Bella die after that or not--actually, i'd prefer her live forever in misery because i hate her, but for the sake of the story it's not important--I just want Edward to die at the most gut-twisting part that he could possibly die in, and that's while or exactly when Bella becomes a vampire. He could die protecting her body as it transforms or whatever.
then Bella couldn't even have Jacob because she'd be a stinky vampire and they couldn't live together, and that's what she deserves--to lose both of her true loves. (jacob would've been her choice if edward wasn't around, so he is justified in his territorial jealousy. he's just immature, but that's realistic, because he's young. Edward's old, so of course he can be charming.)
Thursday, July 10, 2008
cheerio
i got up at six this morning. not because my classes start that early (they start at 9), but because i couldn't sleep. so do you know what i did?
i got some sweatpants, a teashirt (i'm aware that's not the correct spelling, but i think it's funny), and a hoodie on, and I walked up to old main hill, and I climbed the stairs a couple of times (not an easy task, but i felt better afterwords, in a weird, painful way). Then I went to a 7:30 institute class spontaneously. and it was really good--i think it's about how to be a seminary teacher, because we went through some of the acts and applied to them to our lives and then discussed how we could help other people understand and apply the principles of the doctrine, such as teenagers--i think i'm going to go to that class instead of just the regular new testament one i've been going to. anyway, about ten minutes after i sat down i realized that i probably should've just gone home and taken a shower, because i didn't take a shower before i exercised, but luckily i didn't sweat much (actually, i don't think I sweat at all, because the canyon was blowing really cold air this morning), and I was wearing a hat, so nobody could see my greasy hair, so i just went to class in sweats today, without my books. I got some paper and a pencil from the institute though, so i took good notes on the lectures and the pages we referenced.
but the point is, I felt good today.
until I got home at one. then i crashed for three hours. and now I'm blogging, making a personal note to turn on the alarm before i nap. because i do have a lot of homework this weekend that i don't want to do during the weekend. so i made a personal goal to finish everything tonight and tomorrow night. so if i'm not so active on the forum tonight, all you who care, that's why.
homework is really starting to bug me. it's weird. i've not really been like this with homework. oh well. i'm almost done anyway.
next topic...
CHEERIO
I have a mission for everyone. think of as many ways as you can say goodbye without saying the word "goodbye". for example, the word "cheerio" would do spendidly, but don't pick that word either because it is the example.
i got some sweatpants, a teashirt (i'm aware that's not the correct spelling, but i think it's funny), and a hoodie on, and I walked up to old main hill, and I climbed the stairs a couple of times (not an easy task, but i felt better afterwords, in a weird, painful way). Then I went to a 7:30 institute class spontaneously. and it was really good--i think it's about how to be a seminary teacher, because we went through some of the acts and applied to them to our lives and then discussed how we could help other people understand and apply the principles of the doctrine, such as teenagers--i think i'm going to go to that class instead of just the regular new testament one i've been going to. anyway, about ten minutes after i sat down i realized that i probably should've just gone home and taken a shower, because i didn't take a shower before i exercised, but luckily i didn't sweat much (actually, i don't think I sweat at all, because the canyon was blowing really cold air this morning), and I was wearing a hat, so nobody could see my greasy hair, so i just went to class in sweats today, without my books. I got some paper and a pencil from the institute though, so i took good notes on the lectures and the pages we referenced.
but the point is, I felt good today.
until I got home at one. then i crashed for three hours. and now I'm blogging, making a personal note to turn on the alarm before i nap. because i do have a lot of homework this weekend that i don't want to do during the weekend. so i made a personal goal to finish everything tonight and tomorrow night. so if i'm not so active on the forum tonight, all you who care, that's why.
homework is really starting to bug me. it's weird. i've not really been like this with homework. oh well. i'm almost done anyway.
next topic...
CHEERIO
I have a mission for everyone. think of as many ways as you can say goodbye without saying the word "goodbye". for example, the word "cheerio" would do spendidly, but don't pick that word either because it is the example.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Ta Da! To Do! Ta Doity!
Ta Da! I am still alive! And I have a lot To Do. And I have no idea what "Ta Doity" means.
And that was a way to connect my title to my post.
Moving on...
Updates on me and my life:
I've met boys
I've gone on dates
I've met people
I've done lots of things
I've had homework and tests
I've gone to school
I've received mail
I've made cards
I've discovered that I love apples, grapes, and curry powder in tuna
I've made fruity tuna with curry powder a lot.
And I was devastated with the tomato disaster. Mostly because I wanted to make a meat and tomato sandwich instead of a fruity tuna curry powder sandwich, but then the produce section at Lee's Marketplace told me I had another thing coming, called a tomato-less shopping trip. My heart broke at that fact. I love tomatoes.
I do not like to analyze poetry. I like the straightforward stuff with simple symbolism, not the stuff that takes me two hours to answer a question. Stupid poetry. I like Rime of the Ancient Mariner though. Actually, I like the stuff I read, I just don't like the reasons I have to read it or the way that there's obviously some deep, intense, intricate meaning to everything I read nowadays.
I just thought I'd share that with you. I'd share my homework with you if I could, but that'd be called cheating. I do have to understand it enough to do it myself. Don't ask me why though. I really doubt poetry will ever help me earn money or get a guy. It might help a guy get me though, but only if I understand the poem he's telling me, otherwise I'll probably just want to get away from him as soon as possible. Maybe.
If anyone wants Cory Winward's number, I have it. I found it on a computer monitor. It was on a post-it. The number was on the post-it, not the computer. although a computer could reasonable be on a post-it, that was not the case. Cory Winward's number was on a post-it, and the post-it was on the computer monitor. End of story. I think I won my case.
At this point I have recognized that I am procrastinating homework. I hope you like my new blog layout and photo. Good night.
And that was a way to connect my title to my post.
Moving on...
Updates on me and my life:
I've met boys
I've gone on dates
I've met people
I've done lots of things
I've had homework and tests
I've gone to school
I've received mail
I've made cards
I've discovered that I love apples, grapes, and curry powder in tuna
I've made fruity tuna with curry powder a lot.
And I was devastated with the tomato disaster. Mostly because I wanted to make a meat and tomato sandwich instead of a fruity tuna curry powder sandwich, but then the produce section at Lee's Marketplace told me I had another thing coming, called a tomato-less shopping trip. My heart broke at that fact. I love tomatoes.
I do not like to analyze poetry. I like the straightforward stuff with simple symbolism, not the stuff that takes me two hours to answer a question. Stupid poetry. I like Rime of the Ancient Mariner though. Actually, I like the stuff I read, I just don't like the reasons I have to read it or the way that there's obviously some deep, intense, intricate meaning to everything I read nowadays.
I just thought I'd share that with you. I'd share my homework with you if I could, but that'd be called cheating. I do have to understand it enough to do it myself. Don't ask me why though. I really doubt poetry will ever help me earn money or get a guy. It might help a guy get me though, but only if I understand the poem he's telling me, otherwise I'll probably just want to get away from him as soon as possible. Maybe.
If anyone wants Cory Winward's number, I have it. I found it on a computer monitor. It was on a post-it. The number was on the post-it, not the computer. although a computer could reasonable be on a post-it, that was not the case. Cory Winward's number was on a post-it, and the post-it was on the computer monitor. End of story. I think I won my case.
At this point I have recognized that I am procrastinating homework. I hope you like my new blog layout and photo. Good night.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Poetry
I'm taking a British Literature class right now, and I'm drowning in poetry (I like poetry, but I'm reading so much that I feel like I'm gulping for air when I finish class for the day). My instructor takes this poetry stuff very seriously, even the funny ones like Tam O'Shanter. And he talks like he from the time period we are studying. He's pretty funny for being so serious. Anyway, with so much poetry linger-longering around me, I made one up on my way home! And I remembered it long enough to write it down (it is short). It isn't serious at all, so I was very proud of myself for not giving in to peer pressure to write deep, meaningful poetry. Oh, and I dedicate it to Jaycey (Kim, don't get your feelings hurt--I dedicated a short story to you):
My Pants
Someone told me long ago,
“Keep your pants on, son,” and so
I buttoned up and zipped them tight
And prayed and wished with all my might
That they should never come undone
So no one else will call me “son”
‘Cause I’m a daughter, born and bred
And I’ll be one until I’m dead.
My Pants
Someone told me long ago,
“Keep your pants on, son,” and so
I buttoned up and zipped them tight
And prayed and wished with all my might
That they should never come undone
So no one else will call me “son”
‘Cause I’m a daughter, born and bred
And I’ll be one until I’m dead.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Nutella
In response to some comments, I'm not sure if Aaron ever found his bedroom and bathroom doors, although I assume they were mysteriously replaced in the last few days.
Funny: Kate was looking in the pantry. We each have a shelf in there. Next thing I know, she's holding my nutella yelling "Who's is this?" and I was like geez, she's way excited about that and I said "It's mine. You can have some if you want," but I said it real cautious like because if she got so excited just from looking at it, who knew what would happen when she tasted it.
But she reacted in even a stranger way than I could have ever imagined. Her eyes went real big and she got really mad. "This is yours? Don't eat it."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because it's gross!" she yelled, shaking the nutella at me.
It was very funny to me. Maybe it really isn't that funny. Maybe you had to be there. See, this is why people send those postcard that say "Wish you were here!" because they want to share funny moments with them. Either that or they are too cheap to buy you a real present from wherever they are and they think that a postcard that costs 50 cents will make up for the fact that they are cheap as long as they have a picture of the place on it.
I didn't know I loved nutella until about a month ago. Aurie was putting it on some crepes. I said it looked like chocolate peanut butter, and she said, "No, it's a hazelnut spread." I think her head wiggled side to side and everything. Anyway, she told me to try it and I did, and it was amazingness in my mouth, but I didn't want her to know how much I liked it, so I said "it's okay," and she laughed at me. she saw right through it. so i told her "I don't know whether to thank you or to blame you."
So later I called my mom and asked her if she knew what Nutella was, and she said she did! And I wondered why she kept it from me my whole life, and she said she didn't keep it from me. She bought some when I was little, and I ate the whole jar real quick, but the stuff was expensive so she stopped buying it because I would eat it so quick.
So I still need to tell Aurie sorry, but she isn't the first person to give me nutella.
I miss that girl.
So for my two summer courses, all of my assignments are posted online, so I think I'm going to try to finish all of my homework as fast as possible so I can relax more for the rest of the summer. then all I'll have to do is study lectures.
Ha ha ha! Like I'll ever really do it. I say I will do things like that, but really I don't.
And you might be thinking, "Brittany, you did a 23 credit semester. That shows you are ambitious enough to do anything."
Well, I have a response to that: that is false. I might be ambitious, but that is not the reason I did a 23 credit semester. I could've split that into two semesters if I wanted. The REAL reason I did a 23 credit semester was because I wanted to prove someone wrong. A counselor at Itineris (Matt Ekker) told me that I couldn't do it. I thought, "Yeah right, Ekker, I can do what I want." So I told him to watch me, I was going to do it and get good grades, too. And I did. I was actually on the president's list. I don't say this to brag. I say this to prove a point--don't tell me I can't do anything.
And I can do what I want.
Oh! that reminds me--I am getting a pixie cut and dying my hair dark red in either two months or four months.
Funny: Kate was looking in the pantry. We each have a shelf in there. Next thing I know, she's holding my nutella yelling "Who's is this?" and I was like geez, she's way excited about that and I said "It's mine. You can have some if you want," but I said it real cautious like because if she got so excited just from looking at it, who knew what would happen when she tasted it.
But she reacted in even a stranger way than I could have ever imagined. Her eyes went real big and she got really mad. "This is yours? Don't eat it."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because it's gross!" she yelled, shaking the nutella at me.
It was very funny to me. Maybe it really isn't that funny. Maybe you had to be there. See, this is why people send those postcard that say "Wish you were here!" because they want to share funny moments with them. Either that or they are too cheap to buy you a real present from wherever they are and they think that a postcard that costs 50 cents will make up for the fact that they are cheap as long as they have a picture of the place on it.
I didn't know I loved nutella until about a month ago. Aurie was putting it on some crepes. I said it looked like chocolate peanut butter, and she said, "No, it's a hazelnut spread." I think her head wiggled side to side and everything. Anyway, she told me to try it and I did, and it was amazingness in my mouth, but I didn't want her to know how much I liked it, so I said "it's okay," and she laughed at me. she saw right through it. so i told her "I don't know whether to thank you or to blame you."
So later I called my mom and asked her if she knew what Nutella was, and she said she did! And I wondered why she kept it from me my whole life, and she said she didn't keep it from me. She bought some when I was little, and I ate the whole jar real quick, but the stuff was expensive so she stopped buying it because I would eat it so quick.
So I still need to tell Aurie sorry, but she isn't the first person to give me nutella.
I miss that girl.
So for my two summer courses, all of my assignments are posted online, so I think I'm going to try to finish all of my homework as fast as possible so I can relax more for the rest of the summer. then all I'll have to do is study lectures.
Ha ha ha! Like I'll ever really do it. I say I will do things like that, but really I don't.
And you might be thinking, "Brittany, you did a 23 credit semester. That shows you are ambitious enough to do anything."
Well, I have a response to that: that is false. I might be ambitious, but that is not the reason I did a 23 credit semester. I could've split that into two semesters if I wanted. The REAL reason I did a 23 credit semester was because I wanted to prove someone wrong. A counselor at Itineris (Matt Ekker) told me that I couldn't do it. I thought, "Yeah right, Ekker, I can do what I want." So I told him to watch me, I was going to do it and get good grades, too. And I did. I was actually on the president's list. I don't say this to brag. I say this to prove a point--don't tell me I can't do anything.
And I can do what I want.
Oh! that reminds me--I am getting a pixie cut and dying my hair dark red in either two months or four months.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Margarita Night
Oh no!
That is what you will say in response to this next part:
I love Margarita Night!
Now I know what you are thinking--Oh no! But don't worry, the margaritas are virgin. No drunk girl behind these typed words. I love strawberry daquiris, and I can have one every tuesday, because that is Margarita Night! I don't even know if I am spelling that correctly, because I haven't come across them enough to see how these drinks are spelled, but that is okay, because you don't have to spell it for your waiter at applebee's, all you have to do is say it. Not that I get them at Applebee's, I get them for free from my neighbor, and they would never spike it, so not to worry, I am completely safe. and I am learning martial arts, so actually you should be worried for the people around me. they are not so safe anymore.
I have moved into the social apartments. I love them very much. My roommates are normal--they don't stay locked up in their rooms, and they eat downstairs where everyone can talk to them, and we watch movies together. Then people (just people in general) knock on the door and say "come to ultimate frisbee" or "come to family home evening" or "come watch a movie outside at apartment T1?" or "come get a slurpee" or "come country swing dancing" or "come cook dinner with me/us" or "come on a group date" or "come on a date" or "do you have flour" or my favorite so far "do you guys have my bedroom and bathroom door?" closely followed by my second favorite "is brigham here? he said we were meeting here (no one in the apartment knew why brigham said that or what they were meeting for)".
also, a funny, my roommate Kate walked into the wrong apartment, took her coat off, and went into the living room before realizing that the people on the couches were not her roommates. then she said "this isn't my apartment" and they replied "no, but you can watch tv with us if you want." I tell you what the people here are so nice to us when we break into their apartments, almost as if there are no such things as robbers or mental murderers.
I want to say more but I am tired and my back hurts and i need to put my laundry away before i can go to sleep because it is on my bed. And it is raining right now, and windy, so that means i really need to get some sleep. not really, I don't know what that has to do with anything, but there's the weather report if you are interested. many conversations start with the weather, mine ends with the weather. and actually, i think it is going to snow tomorrow and the next day.
That is what you will say in response to this next part:
I love Margarita Night!
Now I know what you are thinking--Oh no! But don't worry, the margaritas are virgin. No drunk girl behind these typed words. I love strawberry daquiris, and I can have one every tuesday, because that is Margarita Night! I don't even know if I am spelling that correctly, because I haven't come across them enough to see how these drinks are spelled, but that is okay, because you don't have to spell it for your waiter at applebee's, all you have to do is say it. Not that I get them at Applebee's, I get them for free from my neighbor, and they would never spike it, so not to worry, I am completely safe. and I am learning martial arts, so actually you should be worried for the people around me. they are not so safe anymore.
I have moved into the social apartments. I love them very much. My roommates are normal--they don't stay locked up in their rooms, and they eat downstairs where everyone can talk to them, and we watch movies together. Then people (just people in general) knock on the door and say "come to ultimate frisbee" or "come to family home evening" or "come watch a movie outside at apartment T1?" or "come get a slurpee" or "come country swing dancing" or "come cook dinner with me/us" or "come on a group date" or "come on a date" or "do you have flour" or my favorite so far "do you guys have my bedroom and bathroom door?" closely followed by my second favorite "is brigham here? he said we were meeting here (no one in the apartment knew why brigham said that or what they were meeting for)".
also, a funny, my roommate Kate walked into the wrong apartment, took her coat off, and went into the living room before realizing that the people on the couches were not her roommates. then she said "this isn't my apartment" and they replied "no, but you can watch tv with us if you want." I tell you what the people here are so nice to us when we break into their apartments, almost as if there are no such things as robbers or mental murderers.
I want to say more but I am tired and my back hurts and i need to put my laundry away before i can go to sleep because it is on my bed. And it is raining right now, and windy, so that means i really need to get some sleep. not really, I don't know what that has to do with anything, but there's the weather report if you are interested. many conversations start with the weather, mine ends with the weather. and actually, i think it is going to snow tomorrow and the next day.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Work It
Short post today. Two things.
1. My website now works--all of the secondary links (resume and artifacts) now work. Check it out with a FIREFOX browser, which you can safely download for free at: http://www.mozilla.com/en-US/firefox/.
I fiddled with it so I could apply at the writing center and stand out from the other applicants. I will tell more of this story next week (reason for delay in story in next item).
2. I am almost done with a 3 credit week long course. I will finish class sessions tomorrow, and then I will turn in a portfolio on Monday. I might post it here as well. Anyway, that is what I have been working on lately (and moving), and I will continue to work on it through the weekend (as well as unpacking).
Come Monday, I will try to post on a regular basis, not daily, but regularly.
This post is dedicated to Tara. Thanks for the comments. Sorry you have a short post dedicated to you, but rest assured that an enormous amount of emotion went into these brief words.
1. My website now works--all of the secondary links (resume and artifacts) now work. Check it out with a FIREFOX browser, which you can safely download for free at: http://www.mozilla.com/en-US/firefox/.
I fiddled with it so I could apply at the writing center and stand out from the other applicants. I will tell more of this story next week (reason for delay in story in next item).
2. I am almost done with a 3 credit week long course. I will finish class sessions tomorrow, and then I will turn in a portfolio on Monday. I might post it here as well. Anyway, that is what I have been working on lately (and moving), and I will continue to work on it through the weekend (as well as unpacking).
Come Monday, I will try to post on a regular basis, not daily, but regularly.
This post is dedicated to Tara. Thanks for the comments. Sorry you have a short post dedicated to you, but rest assured that an enormous amount of emotion went into these brief words.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
I did not do it.
My links didn't work. i will have to fix that on my own time now. just when i thought i was done for a minute...oh well!
i gave a talk today. i was the last speaker.
it is also jakob's birthday today. i sang to him. i don't know what he was talking about, but he said bye and hung up in the middle of a sentence. i think he had to wash a plate or something.
i am moving in a week. aurie is moving on tuesday. i hope shelly leaves yesterday.
watch the office. it is funny. i didn't like the first episode of the year though. it stunk. i'm not a fan of jan.
i gave a talk today. i was the last speaker.
it is also jakob's birthday today. i sang to him. i don't know what he was talking about, but he said bye and hung up in the middle of a sentence. i think he had to wash a plate or something.
i am moving in a week. aurie is moving on tuesday. i hope shelly leaves yesterday.
watch the office. it is funny. i didn't like the first episode of the year though. it stunk. i'm not a fan of jan.
Friday, April 25, 2008
I did it!
I did it everyone! Fear not, for I am alive again!
I finished my website!
Well, I made it function and look alright in Firefox (browser). It works in other browsers like Internet Explorer and Safari, but the layout is messed up in those. So, I am going to put the link up here, and if you want to see it how I meant it to be seen, then view it in a firefox browser.
http://cc.usu.edu/~A00975608/portfolio
I get to update it and redesign it while I finish my Bachelor's degree, so I'm way excited! (but kinda not because Dreamweaver is picky.)
Okay, so NOW I have to go work on a print portfolio. Just so everyone knows, staples doesn't offer a variety of 1/2" black binders--that is not a good thing, in case you were wondering.
Hopefully I can finish this print portfolio before Monday, because that is when it is due. Plus, I want to study for my Biotechnoloy Ethics final, which is on Tuesday.
And then I'm done with another semester! Then I can pack and move and go to a fiction writing workshop. I'm excited for summer. :{D <--that is a smiling face with a mustache.
I finished my website!
Well, I made it function and look alright in Firefox (browser). It works in other browsers like Internet Explorer and Safari, but the layout is messed up in those. So, I am going to put the link up here, and if you want to see it how I meant it to be seen, then view it in a firefox browser.
http://cc.usu.edu/~A00975608/portfolio
I get to update it and redesign it while I finish my Bachelor's degree, so I'm way excited! (but kinda not because Dreamweaver is picky.)
Okay, so NOW I have to go work on a print portfolio. Just so everyone knows, staples doesn't offer a variety of 1/2" black binders--that is not a good thing, in case you were wondering.
Hopefully I can finish this print portfolio before Monday, because that is when it is due. Plus, I want to study for my Biotechnoloy Ethics final, which is on Tuesday.
And then I'm done with another semester! Then I can pack and move and go to a fiction writing workshop. I'm excited for summer. :{D <--that is a smiling face with a mustache.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Making a Website
Do you know what happens when you try to make a website?
Do you know what happens when you try to make a website with DreamWeaver?
Do you know what happens when you try to make a website with DreamWeaver and you don't know how DreamWeaver works?
I'll tell you what happens, because if there's one thing I know (but don't worry, I know more than one thing), it's what happens when you try to make a website with DreamWeaver and you don't know how DreamWeaver works:
You die.
Die die die die die.
I would know, because I tried to make a website with DreamWeaver and I didn't know how DreamWeaver works.
And do you know what?
I died.
Died died died died died.
You might be wondering how I made this post if I died.
WELL, ladies and gentleman, I'll let you in on a little secret:
I do not know. I think I am a special type of being with multiple lives or something. It is probably magic.
Because here I am, typing this post up as I speak, and I'm going to go die die die die die some more.
Wish me luck.
Do you know what happens when you try to make a website with DreamWeaver?
Do you know what happens when you try to make a website with DreamWeaver and you don't know how DreamWeaver works?
I'll tell you what happens, because if there's one thing I know (but don't worry, I know more than one thing), it's what happens when you try to make a website with DreamWeaver and you don't know how DreamWeaver works:
You die.
Die die die die die.
I would know, because I tried to make a website with DreamWeaver and I didn't know how DreamWeaver works.
And do you know what?
I died.
Died died died died died.
You might be wondering how I made this post if I died.
WELL, ladies and gentleman, I'll let you in on a little secret:
I do not know. I think I am a special type of being with multiple lives or something. It is probably magic.
Because here I am, typing this post up as I speak, and I'm going to go die die die die die some more.
Wish me luck.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Book Earrings
Look at the title.
What the heck does that mean?
Read on and find out.
But first I'm going to type about my exciting morning!
There are things in life that are supposedly simple to do or easy to understand. Well, you know how frustrating it is when you can't do them or you don't understand them?
Well, I didn't understand Photoshop, so I couldn't do simple things on it. But now I can!
Does anyone else hear the bells?
Photoshop is one of my new favorite things in the entire world. GEEEEEEE I love it!
Number Two: (not that I labeled number one, but i like to label the twos in life)
Last night Shelly (roommate) was talking on her phone (cellular device) from 10:30ish to 11:52pm last night (when I was trying to sleep). Not only was she talking (loudly), she was also laughing her shrill chug-a-lug-almost-snorting laugh (also loudly) last night (when I was trying to sleep). She has been doing this for the past two months (talking and laughing loudly on her cellular device when I am trying to sleep), but she usually gets off the phone at 11:30pm (still when I am trying to sleep). This condition of hers to wait until late at night to call people is getting worse, and if it continues and if I keep losing sleep because of her, I think I'm going to lose it, and I'll lose it all over her.
I consider myself a nice person, just so long as I get my sleep, food, and drinks.
But Shelly dear is messing with my requirements of being a nice person. If I get mean, I will be very sorry, because I'm not very fun to be around when I am mean, and I am all about people having fun around me. But I want as much sleep as I can get.
BOOK EARRINGS!
Yay! I will explain this to you!
Do you like books? Do you like having books around you even if you don't plan on reading them?
Introducing Book Earrings (as found on wikihow)! Now it is possible to wear earrings with 1 inch tall books attached to them! They come completely customized because you make them yourself!
What do you have to do for these book earrings?
All you have to do is wait! I'm making an instruction set for making these nifty little accessories!
So stop worrying about your bookless ears and start waiting for a solution! You'll have books around you whenever you want in the near future!
NUMBER 4: (I didn't label number three either. I think today is Label Even Numbers Day. Put it on your calendar)
I'm going to work on my homework now. Good luck guessing what I'm doing. :D
What the heck does that mean?
Read on and find out.
But first I'm going to type about my exciting morning!
There are things in life that are supposedly simple to do or easy to understand. Well, you know how frustrating it is when you can't do them or you don't understand them?
Well, I didn't understand Photoshop, so I couldn't do simple things on it. But now I can!
Does anyone else hear the bells?
Photoshop is one of my new favorite things in the entire world. GEEEEEEE I love it!
Number Two: (not that I labeled number one, but i like to label the twos in life)
Last night Shelly (roommate) was talking on her phone (cellular device) from 10:30ish to 11:52pm last night (when I was trying to sleep). Not only was she talking (loudly), she was also laughing her shrill chug-a-lug-almost-snorting laugh (also loudly) last night (when I was trying to sleep). She has been doing this for the past two months (talking and laughing loudly on her cellular device when I am trying to sleep), but she usually gets off the phone at 11:30pm (still when I am trying to sleep). This condition of hers to wait until late at night to call people is getting worse, and if it continues and if I keep losing sleep because of her, I think I'm going to lose it, and I'll lose it all over her.
I consider myself a nice person, just so long as I get my sleep, food, and drinks.
But Shelly dear is messing with my requirements of being a nice person. If I get mean, I will be very sorry, because I'm not very fun to be around when I am mean, and I am all about people having fun around me. But I want as much sleep as I can get.
BOOK EARRINGS!
Yay! I will explain this to you!
Do you like books? Do you like having books around you even if you don't plan on reading them?
Introducing Book Earrings (as found on wikihow)! Now it is possible to wear earrings with 1 inch tall books attached to them! They come completely customized because you make them yourself!
What do you have to do for these book earrings?
All you have to do is wait! I'm making an instruction set for making these nifty little accessories!
So stop worrying about your bookless ears and start waiting for a solution! You'll have books around you whenever you want in the near future!
NUMBER 4: (I didn't label number three either. I think today is Label Even Numbers Day. Put it on your calendar)
I'm going to work on my homework now. Good luck guessing what I'm doing. :D
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Yestoday
Yesterdaaaaaay....was quite eventful. Today, it still could be. I think I will relax for the rest of the night though. I am extremely tired today.
But Yesterdaaaaaay....
I set up my summer schedule and registered for all of my summer classes. This included going back up to campus to drop a course that I couldn't drop myself and replacing it with another one that I couldn't add myself (this required going to two offices in different buildings on opposite sides of campus--don't know why they couldn't put the two offices next to each other).
I also went to the financial aid office to figure some stuff out with fafsa. Good news: I'm getting more money soon.
I also made an instruction set for cropping photos, eliminating red eye, and changing backgrounds in adobe photoshop. This took a long time because of stupid pictures being different sizes, text boxes not aligning correctly, and callouts moving around whenever I changed anything on the document. It took a while.
I also started getting my website ready to put together. I have a feeling that this is going to be harder than it looks. I do not like DreamWeaver because I cannot click and drag things where I want to put them. This means I have to make all of my photos the same width before I import them into my website, or they won't align perfectly. and I am a picky person when it comes to alignment. Actually, I'm a picky person overall.
And someone, I don't know who, clogged the toilet, and I didn't want to take care of someone else's crap so I drove up to the campus to go to the bathroom at 4:30am in my pajamas with messy hair and stinky breath. I have a new respect for people who don't have indoor plumbing and have to use outhouses or the equivalent.
And I ran into one of my friends from Convergys on the campus. Her name is Lorana, and she is a sweet-fireheart. She set me up on a blind-double-date (blind for me, not for her) this friday. We are going bowling. And I might have a date on saturday with my chem partner from last semester--Kelly Juhasz. I am not so sure that it is technically a date, but who knows? But I am not sure I want dates right now. I mean they are fun, and so I will go, but I hope these guys don't expect anything to develop with this. Because frankly, I do not want a boyfriend while I am in school. Weird, I know, but true.
And I got another stinking instruction set from my reading theory class. That instructor is a nutty professor I tell you. And he likes the TV show House. I like him a lot. But I do not like this instruction set assignment he is giving us.
But there is happy news about this assignment! I get to write instructions for anything as long as I include visuals! So I am going to write instructions on how to make book earrings (for an example, search for "book earrings" on wikihow). I think I will make some for myself and all my friends who like to read! Though, that will probably take me a considerable amount of time...maybe I will do it on summer vacation...oh wait, I am going to school this summer...never mind.
Half of the modern drugs could well be thrown out of the window, except that the birds might eat them. -Dr. Martin Henry Fischer
But Yesterdaaaaaay....
I set up my summer schedule and registered for all of my summer classes. This included going back up to campus to drop a course that I couldn't drop myself and replacing it with another one that I couldn't add myself (this required going to two offices in different buildings on opposite sides of campus--don't know why they couldn't put the two offices next to each other).
I also went to the financial aid office to figure some stuff out with fafsa. Good news: I'm getting more money soon.
I also made an instruction set for cropping photos, eliminating red eye, and changing backgrounds in adobe photoshop. This took a long time because of stupid pictures being different sizes, text boxes not aligning correctly, and callouts moving around whenever I changed anything on the document. It took a while.
I also started getting my website ready to put together. I have a feeling that this is going to be harder than it looks. I do not like DreamWeaver because I cannot click and drag things where I want to put them. This means I have to make all of my photos the same width before I import them into my website, or they won't align perfectly. and I am a picky person when it comes to alignment. Actually, I'm a picky person overall.
And someone, I don't know who, clogged the toilet, and I didn't want to take care of someone else's crap so I drove up to the campus to go to the bathroom at 4:30am in my pajamas with messy hair and stinky breath. I have a new respect for people who don't have indoor plumbing and have to use outhouses or the equivalent.
And I ran into one of my friends from Convergys on the campus. Her name is Lorana, and she is a sweet-fireheart. She set me up on a blind-double-date (blind for me, not for her) this friday. We are going bowling. And I might have a date on saturday with my chem partner from last semester--Kelly Juhasz. I am not so sure that it is technically a date, but who knows? But I am not sure I want dates right now. I mean they are fun, and so I will go, but I hope these guys don't expect anything to develop with this. Because frankly, I do not want a boyfriend while I am in school. Weird, I know, but true.
And I got another stinking instruction set from my reading theory class. That instructor is a nutty professor I tell you. And he likes the TV show House. I like him a lot. But I do not like this instruction set assignment he is giving us.
But there is happy news about this assignment! I get to write instructions for anything as long as I include visuals! So I am going to write instructions on how to make book earrings (for an example, search for "book earrings" on wikihow). I think I will make some for myself and all my friends who like to read! Though, that will probably take me a considerable amount of time...maybe I will do it on summer vacation...oh wait, I am going to school this summer...never mind.
Half of the modern drugs could well be thrown out of the window, except that the birds might eat them. -Dr. Martin Henry Fischer
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Mother Teresa
I bore my testimony today. That is good news.
I have to start my social life over up here at college. My guy friends are going on missions this summer. My girlfriends are going home this summer. Some of them are getting married. Some are transferring to other colleges. One is staying I think. Aurie doesn't know if she is coming back. My friends are leaving me. It's a strange feeling. I'm used to doing the leaving. And I really, really do not like it.
So I need to start over again.. Doors close and other doors open. I've discovered that sometimes opportunities come with heartache more than excitement.
But I found something along the lines of what the Big Post was about. It is from Mother Teresa, and it is taped on my wall above my light switch so I see it many times each day:
I have to start my social life over up here at college. My guy friends are going on missions this summer. My girlfriends are going home this summer. Some of them are getting married. Some are transferring to other colleges. One is staying I think. Aurie doesn't know if she is coming back. My friends are leaving me. It's a strange feeling. I'm used to doing the leaving. And I really, really do not like it.
So I need to start over again.. Doors close and other doors open. I've discovered that sometimes opportunities come with heartache more than excitement.
But I found something along the lines of what the Big Post was about. It is from Mother Teresa, and it is taped on my wall above my light switch so I see it many times each day:
People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and true enemies; Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway.
It was never between you and them anyway.
Goodnight everyone.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
The Big One
Okay guys, this is the Big Post you've all been waiting for.
Only you didn't know you were waiting for it! That's the best part!
Surprise! Happy Big Post Day!
And these days it's difficult to distinguish from a big post and a Big Post. If you don't know the difference, I will tell you:
big post is all lower case letters. Big Post is in title case.
And that is your lesson for today.
Only that's not all! I have more lessons for you!
Except they are not really lessons. But do not cry about that minor detail, because they are actually something better than lessons. They are....
(drum roll)
...Life Rules! (notice title case)
This is the reason I've made everyone wait for a Big Post.
I gathered life lessons various people live by for everyone to prosper from. So here you go, and feel free to comment on them (I like them a lot):
Tara Thomas:
Own up to your actions or you'll always blame other for your mistakes and keep making them.
Acknowledge when people have changed.
Always reserve the right to change your mind.
Don't apologize if you don't mean it.
Don’t screw over LaDawn.
David Hart:
Rule #1: That little voice in the back of your mind that seems to know everything...that's God...people aren't that smart.
Rule #2: Be true to yourself and others. If you say you are going to do something, DO IT. If you let yourself down or let others down you destroy trust. You have to be able to trust yourself and others need to know that they can trust you.
Rule # 3: Always be on time, because if you’re late it shows you have no control over your life.
Kelly Juhasz:
Work hard to play hard. You have to work to get money to support yourself (and your play). Life is about having fun, but you’ve gotta equal out the work somehow.
Susan Kinzer:
Life isn't fair, and sometimes it gets worse, so get over it.
“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy path.” People can let you down a lot, but God never will and He's always there for us.
Tamra Law:
1. If in doubt, don't. Ask yourself, “How will you feel about it later?” If I have to talk myself into doing something or wonder about it too long, then it probably isn't a good idea. It has kept me out of a lot of trouble and forced me to do stuff I've always been glad afterwards that I did.
2. If it's to be, it's up to me. I've always believed this because it sucks relying on others and then getting let down. This can be taken too far though, and I did this in my life. I didn't trust what I knew Heavenly Father was telling me and figured I could make things work.
Connie Ward:
1 - Never, ever, ever go against my gut. Because every time I go against my gut, even for something simple and supposedly stupid, I have regretted it. It's where the Holy Ghost can speak to me...my job is to pay attention. It gets easier, the older I get...probably because I've had the opportunity to regret things, even if it was as simple as asking a friend, "Isn't that your purse?"...when I was pretty sure it wasn't. So I didn't ask her. Turns out, it was. She had to drive an extra 2 hours to get it back. And all I'd have to have done was open my mouth when my gut told me to. Things like that.
2 - Family first. My family is who I am, and my family is what matters...they are what I'll have in the life to come...and they are who I have to be able to look in the eye. I want them to never doubt my love or my loyalty to them.
Cecily Hart:
I would like the lives of those I come in contact with to be easier because I was there. Just even a little teensy bit easier. Like giving directions kindly, or even thanking people who wait for me to get past them at a crosswalk on my bike. Like smiling at everyone who gets on the bus I am riding on. Like saying "that must have been disappointing" instead of saying "why are you upset over a silly thing like that?" There are lots of people I see whom I will never see again. I like to make their day that little bit easier instead of making it a little bit harder.
Appreciating might be a second thing. I appreciate that sometimes the creator of the universe turns to me. It is an amazing thought. I appreciate that for all the times I do see the hand of the Lord in my life, there are many times I have not. I appreciate that sometimes he gives me gifts in wrapping paper that I hate, and I appreciate that he is willing to show me the gift even after I have had fits about the wrapping paper. (This is entirely figurative, of course. I hope my meaning is clear...that sometimes I hate the circumstances but love the spiritual education that comes from them. )
My overall plan for my life is that I will grow up to be like Yosemite Valley....Yosemite valley is beautiful. Spectacular. And it is what is left after a glacier gouged the heck out of it. I suppose that when that glacier was grinding down those mountains, those mountains were not thrilled. What is beautiful is what resulted. I try to take that approach to the circumstances of my life. When we see what is left, after my circumstances have changed me throughout my life, we will all rejoice in who I have become.
Only you didn't know you were waiting for it! That's the best part!
Surprise! Happy Big Post Day!
And these days it's difficult to distinguish from a big post and a Big Post. If you don't know the difference, I will tell you:
big post is all lower case letters. Big Post is in title case.
And that is your lesson for today.
Only that's not all! I have more lessons for you!
Except they are not really lessons. But do not cry about that minor detail, because they are actually something better than lessons. They are....
(drum roll)
...Life Rules! (notice title case)
This is the reason I've made everyone wait for a Big Post.
I gathered life lessons various people live by for everyone to prosper from. So here you go, and feel free to comment on them (I like them a lot):
Tara Thomas:
Own up to your actions or you'll always blame other for your mistakes and keep making them.
Acknowledge when people have changed.
Always reserve the right to change your mind.
Don't apologize if you don't mean it.
Don’t screw over LaDawn.
David Hart:
Rule #1: That little voice in the back of your mind that seems to know everything...that's God...people aren't that smart.
Rule #2: Be true to yourself and others. If you say you are going to do something, DO IT. If you let yourself down or let others down you destroy trust. You have to be able to trust yourself and others need to know that they can trust you.
Rule # 3: Always be on time, because if you’re late it shows you have no control over your life.
Kelly Juhasz:
Work hard to play hard. You have to work to get money to support yourself (and your play). Life is about having fun, but you’ve gotta equal out the work somehow.
Susan Kinzer:
Life isn't fair, and sometimes it gets worse, so get over it.
“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy path.” People can let you down a lot, but God never will and He's always there for us.
Tamra Law:
1. If in doubt, don't. Ask yourself, “How will you feel about it later?” If I have to talk myself into doing something or wonder about it too long, then it probably isn't a good idea. It has kept me out of a lot of trouble and forced me to do stuff I've always been glad afterwards that I did.
2. If it's to be, it's up to me. I've always believed this because it sucks relying on others and then getting let down. This can be taken too far though, and I did this in my life. I didn't trust what I knew Heavenly Father was telling me and figured I could make things work.
Connie Ward:
1 - Never, ever, ever go against my gut. Because every time I go against my gut, even for something simple and supposedly stupid, I have regretted it. It's where the Holy Ghost can speak to me...my job is to pay attention. It gets easier, the older I get...probably because I've had the opportunity to regret things, even if it was as simple as asking a friend, "Isn't that your purse?"...when I was pretty sure it wasn't. So I didn't ask her. Turns out, it was. She had to drive an extra 2 hours to get it back. And all I'd have to have done was open my mouth when my gut told me to. Things like that.
2 - Family first. My family is who I am, and my family is what matters...they are what I'll have in the life to come...and they are who I have to be able to look in the eye. I want them to never doubt my love or my loyalty to them.
Cecily Hart:
I would like the lives of those I come in contact with to be easier because I was there. Just even a little teensy bit easier. Like giving directions kindly, or even thanking people who wait for me to get past them at a crosswalk on my bike. Like smiling at everyone who gets on the bus I am riding on. Like saying "that must have been disappointing" instead of saying "why are you upset over a silly thing like that?" There are lots of people I see whom I will never see again. I like to make their day that little bit easier instead of making it a little bit harder.
Appreciating might be a second thing. I appreciate that sometimes the creator of the universe turns to me. It is an amazing thought. I appreciate that for all the times I do see the hand of the Lord in my life, there are many times I have not. I appreciate that sometimes he gives me gifts in wrapping paper that I hate, and I appreciate that he is willing to show me the gift even after I have had fits about the wrapping paper. (This is entirely figurative, of course. I hope my meaning is clear...that sometimes I hate the circumstances but love the spiritual education that comes from them. )
My overall plan for my life is that I will grow up to be like Yosemite Valley....Yosemite valley is beautiful. Spectacular. And it is what is left after a glacier gouged the heck out of it. I suppose that when that glacier was grinding down those mountains, those mountains were not thrilled. What is beautiful is what resulted. I try to take that approach to the circumstances of my life. When we see what is left, after my circumstances have changed me throughout my life, we will all rejoice in who I have become.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Cords
I dedicate this post to my mother. Without her, I would be missing out on great comments. Thanks, Mom.
Now, you might be asking yourself why this post is called "Cords".
If you aren't, then I'll ask it for you.
"Hey, Brittany, why is this called 'Cords'?"
Good question, Brittany. I'd love to tell you. Love to.
Recently, I've decorated the living room, with the help of my good friend Aurie. I would like to take a picture of the walls and cupboards in the kitchen, because then I could post it online for everyone to see. I know everyone would think, "Oh, how cute and fun and silly! That's a very creative way to bring color into a dull, boring, cheap-hotel-looking apartment!" I just know those are the exact words that would go through everyone's minds!
But I cannot find the cord for my digital camera--the one that lets me transfer photos from the camera to the computer.
So where is the fun in that, I ask you?
That is also a great question, Brittany.
Next topic.
I want someone to make a musical device that blinds everyone so that I can dance even if I'm in the middle of the grocery store and no one will notice. They will be too busy with their sudden problem of blindness and wondering how they will find the rest of their groceries and get home.
I think that would be a very convenient product, and I would buy it.
Next topic.
I have another bedtime story for all of you.
Once upon a time, a U.S. Naval Ship and Canadian Authorities off the coast of Newfoundland had a conversation over the radio:
U.S.: Please change your direction 15 degrees to the North to avoid a collision.
Canada: Recommend you divert YOUR course 15 degrees to South to avoid a collision.
U.S.: This is the Captain of a US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR course.
Canada: No. I say again, you divert YOUR course.
U.S.: THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER ENTERPRISE, WE ARE A LARGE
WARSHIP OF THE US NAVY. DIVERT YOUR COURSE NOW!
Canada: This is a lighthouse. Your call.
And they lived happily ever after.
Now, you might be asking yourself why this post is called "Cords".
If you aren't, then I'll ask it for you.
"Hey, Brittany, why is this called 'Cords'?"
Good question, Brittany. I'd love to tell you. Love to.
Recently, I've decorated the living room, with the help of my good friend Aurie. I would like to take a picture of the walls and cupboards in the kitchen, because then I could post it online for everyone to see. I know everyone would think, "Oh, how cute and fun and silly! That's a very creative way to bring color into a dull, boring, cheap-hotel-looking apartment!" I just know those are the exact words that would go through everyone's minds!
But I cannot find the cord for my digital camera--the one that lets me transfer photos from the camera to the computer.
So where is the fun in that, I ask you?
That is also a great question, Brittany.
Next topic.
I want someone to make a musical device that blinds everyone so that I can dance even if I'm in the middle of the grocery store and no one will notice. They will be too busy with their sudden problem of blindness and wondering how they will find the rest of their groceries and get home.
I think that would be a very convenient product, and I would buy it.
Next topic.
I have another bedtime story for all of you.
Once upon a time, a U.S. Naval Ship and Canadian Authorities off the coast of Newfoundland had a conversation over the radio:
U.S.: Please change your direction 15 degrees to the North to avoid a collision.
Canada: Recommend you divert YOUR course 15 degrees to South to avoid a collision.
U.S.: This is the Captain of a US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR course.
Canada: No. I say again, you divert YOUR course.
U.S.: THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER ENTERPRISE, WE ARE A LARGE
WARSHIP OF THE US NAVY. DIVERT YOUR COURSE NOW!
Canada: This is a lighthouse. Your call.
And they lived happily ever after.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Bragging and Regretting
I just finished a research project for my professsional writing course. We had to make a portfolio with a bunch of different stuff in it. One thing we made was a fact sheet that could only be one page long, and it had to summarize our research. Well, my empirical research report was 13 pages long, so I was worried about how I would summarize everything onto one page without it getting too crowded. I also wanted the fact sheet to look as professional as possible, so I worked on design elements for five hours. And no, I'm not crazy. I'm just extremely picky.
Turns out, I am more talented than I give myself credit for.
Not only did I condense everything to less than a page worth of content, I designed a very impressive layout. It was the best one in the class, honestly. My instructor told me that I might want to include it in my professional portfolio, then she corrected herself and changed her suggestion to a firm demand that I include it in my portfolio. I didn't hear her do that to anyone else.
Moral of the story: Staying up until four in the morning might be in your best interest.
Another Moral of the story: There's nothing wrong with being picky.
Next topic.
Today Aurie slipped on the snow on the way home and scratched her arm and muddied up her pant leg and froze her feet and hands. Apparently, I laughed at her. I didn't mean to, I really felt bad that she fell--it's not like I get a kick out of her misery. But I have this horrible habit of laughing when I don't know what to do about a situation and I don't even realize I do it.
One of my goals in life is to be the type of person who can respond to any situation in a classy, attractive way. I want to be the type of person people are happy to just be around. I can't be that person if my automatic response to distress and awkwardness is laughter. So I've got to stop that.
Turns out, I am more talented than I give myself credit for.
Not only did I condense everything to less than a page worth of content, I designed a very impressive layout. It was the best one in the class, honestly. My instructor told me that I might want to include it in my professional portfolio, then she corrected herself and changed her suggestion to a firm demand that I include it in my portfolio. I didn't hear her do that to anyone else.
Moral of the story: Staying up until four in the morning might be in your best interest.
Another Moral of the story: There's nothing wrong with being picky.
Next topic.
Today Aurie slipped on the snow on the way home and scratched her arm and muddied up her pant leg and froze her feet and hands. Apparently, I laughed at her. I didn't mean to, I really felt bad that she fell--it's not like I get a kick out of her misery. But I have this horrible habit of laughing when I don't know what to do about a situation and I don't even realize I do it.
One of my goals in life is to be the type of person who can respond to any situation in a classy, attractive way. I want to be the type of person people are happy to just be around. I can't be that person if my automatic response to distress and awkwardness is laughter. So I've got to stop that.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Stars and Bedtime Stories
I should be working on a report, but I've been doing that for the past 96 hours. I want to write something not related to school.
Today was very strange for me.
You know how cartoons see stars when they bump their head really hard? I always thought that was funny...
Today, Aurie said she was seeing stars. She stood up too fast or something. And she asked me why that happens.
And I was lost. So I asked her dumbly, "Why does what happen?"
"Seeing stars," she replied.
That's when I found out real people in the real world see stars.
The next thing I found out was that I've never seen stars. Aurie thought that was some weird information.
The next thing I found out was that I want to see stars. I just don't want to hit my head or anything to see them.
Next topic.
I would like to post a bedtime story for everyone:
Once upon a time there was a hunter. This hunter had a good friend who was also a hunter. One day, they decided to go hunting together, so they packed their rifles, left early in the morning, and sat in the mountains waiting for a big buck. It took them a while to find a good spot that wasn't taken by other hunters, but they eventually settled down.
At about two in the afternoon, a gunshot went off, and our hunter's friend hunter screamed and passed out. Our hunter was shocked to see that his friend's shirt was soaked in blood.
Luckily, he had his cell phone, so he whipped it out and called 9-1-1.
The lady who answered the phone listened as our hunter reported that his friend had been shot in a hunting accident and was bleeding, and he thought he was dead. The 9-1-1 lady said very calmly, "Okay, sir, let's just make sure he's dead before you panic anymore."
Our hunter took a deep breath and replied, "You're right. Just a second." He put the phone down, and the 9-1-1 lady heard him walk breath a little bit more. Then she heard a BANG.
Our hunter picked up the phone again. "Okay, is it alright to panic now?"
And he lived happily ever after. The end.
Wasn't that a good story?
Today was very strange for me.
You know how cartoons see stars when they bump their head really hard? I always thought that was funny...
Today, Aurie said she was seeing stars. She stood up too fast or something. And she asked me why that happens.
And I was lost. So I asked her dumbly, "Why does what happen?"
"Seeing stars," she replied.
That's when I found out real people in the real world see stars.
The next thing I found out was that I've never seen stars. Aurie thought that was some weird information.
The next thing I found out was that I want to see stars. I just don't want to hit my head or anything to see them.
Next topic.
I would like to post a bedtime story for everyone:
Once upon a time there was a hunter. This hunter had a good friend who was also a hunter. One day, they decided to go hunting together, so they packed their rifles, left early in the morning, and sat in the mountains waiting for a big buck. It took them a while to find a good spot that wasn't taken by other hunters, but they eventually settled down.
At about two in the afternoon, a gunshot went off, and our hunter's friend hunter screamed and passed out. Our hunter was shocked to see that his friend's shirt was soaked in blood.
Luckily, he had his cell phone, so he whipped it out and called 9-1-1.
The lady who answered the phone listened as our hunter reported that his friend had been shot in a hunting accident and was bleeding, and he thought he was dead. The 9-1-1 lady said very calmly, "Okay, sir, let's just make sure he's dead before you panic anymore."
Our hunter took a deep breath and replied, "You're right. Just a second." He put the phone down, and the 9-1-1 lady heard him walk breath a little bit more. Then she heard a BANG.
Our hunter picked up the phone again. "Okay, is it alright to panic now?"
And he lived happily ever after. The end.
Wasn't that a good story?
Sunday, February 24, 2008
This ugly defaulted format for my blog
You know, I was sitting at my computer panicking over which layout I should pick for my blog, when I realized how silly I was being. I asked myself, "Brittany, why are you taking so long to pick a layout?"
I replied, "Because, Brittany, a layout says a lot about you as a human being. I have to pick carefully." And I resumed my task.
I thought about my answer, and then told myself, "Yeah, but all these layouts suck (except for the ones that Jaycey and Mom picked). So, according to your theory about layouts = the type of human being you are, no matter what you pick, the layout you choose will inevitably present you as a sucky person."
So then I stopped wasting time and just picked one at random. I will probably try to find a different one later, but then again, I'm a lazy person at heart, so I might just stick with this layout that sucks.
And I'm not sure of what a blog exactly is. I will be looking into that. Perhaps I will post some of my writing on here. Maybe some school assignments. I think I'll just do whatever the heck I want though. This is Mine.
I replied, "Because, Brittany, a layout says a lot about you as a human being. I have to pick carefully." And I resumed my task.
I thought about my answer, and then told myself, "Yeah, but all these layouts suck (except for the ones that Jaycey and Mom picked). So, according to your theory about layouts = the type of human being you are, no matter what you pick, the layout you choose will inevitably present you as a sucky person."
So then I stopped wasting time and just picked one at random. I will probably try to find a different one later, but then again, I'm a lazy person at heart, so I might just stick with this layout that sucks.
And I'm not sure of what a blog exactly is. I will be looking into that. Perhaps I will post some of my writing on here. Maybe some school assignments. I think I'll just do whatever the heck I want though. This is Mine.
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