My mom called yesterday. Here is how the conversation went:
Phone: Ring
Me: Hello?
Mom: Hi.
Me: What?
Mom: Oh...have you seen the video on youtube called Christmas Party Make-up?
Me: No
Mom: Oh, you should watch it. You could learn some things.
Me: O..k?
Mom: ...
Me: Bye.
Mom: Bye.
Hang up.
She loves me. She really does.
Sunday
Re-Post (with notes): I should be allowed to blog
I have a love/hate relationship with blogs. This isn't true anymore. I have a love/love relationship with blogs. Although, I shouldn't act so surprised. The majority of my friends in high school had blogs. People that I admire and respect also have blogs. I guess I am just afraid of the "typical" blog. I still am. I really should seek professional help for it. This and my fear of professors' descriptive analogies of cutting jugulars open--they really don't help when your goal is to NOT hyperventilate in class. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Blogs that have pages full never-ending wedding pictures Notice any pages and pages of Le wedding?, blogs that are practically used as everyday journals, and let's face it, blogs that are boring. Yeah! But don't worry, this is not one of those blogs. Or is it?
I also feel uneasy/queasy about that word, blog.
Anyway, as a new member of the blogging world I solemnly swear to:
1. Be Charming: Promise fulfilled
2. Not use too many exclamation points: Promise fulfilled
3. Post recipes of Bolivian food once in a while: Empty promise
4. Be humble: it's a process
5. Keep a general log about my latest artistic endeavors: I could do a better job at this.
6. Do whatever it takes to make this a non-typical blog: trying folks, really trying.
I also feel uneasy/queasy about that word, blog.
Anyway, as a new member of the blogging world I solemnly swear to:
1. Be Charming: Promise fulfilled
2. Not use too many exclamation points: Promise fulfilled
3. Post recipes of Bolivian food once in a while: Empty promise
4. Be humble: it's a process
5. Keep a general log about my latest artistic endeavors: I could do a better job at this.
6. Do whatever it takes to make this a non-typical blog: trying folks, really trying.
Friday
Sitting on a striped chair, doing homework, with a dog dreaming behind Me
I think she's chasing something.
She is snarling and making a high barking noise even though her mouth is shut. She is not allowed to bark when she is awake so I'll let her have her fun. I won't wake her.
She is a two year old yellow lab who failed guide dog puppy training school who (yes, who) belongs to my in-laws who are in-Washington. We are babysitting her for Thanksgiving break.
Nearby there is me, writing essays and peeking, every now and then, at the New York Times and at articles written by Julia Baird in Newsweek. The Friday of Thanksgiving break is like a Black Friday for homework. Miles and miles of homework assignments, projects, and applications all lined up, waiting at the doors of my time and energy. I'm the great deal that they will all run for when I open the doors.
Then I look down at her, cuddled between my chair and wall. She's on Thanksgiving break everyday. A dog's life, right? What people would give to be in her place. But I think a dog-lovers life is just as enjoyable.
I really should get to my homework. For now though, I'm going to keep reading articles and, every once in a while, put my hand down to calm her if she get's a little too snarly.
I won't open those door just yet.
She is snarling and making a high barking noise even though her mouth is shut. She is not allowed to bark when she is awake so I'll let her have her fun. I won't wake her.
She is a two year old yellow lab who failed guide dog puppy training school who (yes, who) belongs to my in-laws who are in-Washington. We are babysitting her for Thanksgiving break.
Nearby there is me, writing essays and peeking, every now and then, at the New York Times and at articles written by Julia Baird in Newsweek. The Friday of Thanksgiving break is like a Black Friday for homework. Miles and miles of homework assignments, projects, and applications all lined up, waiting at the doors of my time and energy. I'm the great deal that they will all run for when I open the doors.
Then I look down at her, cuddled between my chair and wall. She's on Thanksgiving break everyday. A dog's life, right? What people would give to be in her place. But I think a dog-lovers life is just as enjoyable.
I really should get to my homework. For now though, I'm going to keep reading articles and, every once in a while, put my hand down to calm her if she get's a little too snarly.
I won't open those door just yet.
Sunday
Re-Post: My Jane Error
Facts: I love reading a good book. I am also a woman.
That being said, it is obvious that by now I have read a handful of famous influential womanly novels like Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Wuthering Heights and so on. Right? Not so. The other day I figured that, given the above facts, I would adore these books. So I tried. I really tried. One hundred and thirty-seven pages into Jane Eyre I coolly asked myself, "how many more pages do I have to endure?!"
That's where my mistake was. I cannot convince myself that I want to read and will enjoy those types of books. I'm just not that type of girl--yet.
Does this make me a bad person? No. Does this make me less attractive mentally and physically? Maybe. But that is a risk I am willing to take.
I am no Jane Eyre-er. Someday, maybe one hundred and thirty-seven days from now, Jane Eyre will be on my list. And I will love it. I will be influenced by it. And most importantly, I'll finally finish it and be able to say, "You're talking about Jane Eyre? I've read that."
That being said, it is obvious that by now I have read a handful of famous influential womanly novels like Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Wuthering Heights and so on. Right? Not so. The other day I figured that, given the above facts, I would adore these books. So I tried. I really tried. One hundred and thirty-seven pages into Jane Eyre I coolly asked myself, "how many more pages do I have to endure?!"
That's where my mistake was. I cannot convince myself that I want to read and will enjoy those types of books. I'm just not that type of girl--yet.
Does this make me a bad person? No. Does this make me less attractive mentally and physically? Maybe. But that is a risk I am willing to take.
I am no Jane Eyre-er. Someday, maybe one hundred and thirty-seven days from now, Jane Eyre will be on my list. And I will love it. I will be influenced by it. And most importantly, I'll finally finish it and be able to say, "You're talking about Jane Eyre? I've read that."
Saturday
About colors
I love the new colorful Volant notebooks from Moleskine. Checking out in the basement of the bookstore is a struggle every time because these notebooks are stacked right next to the register. So vibrant. So convenient. Tight cellophane packaging holds together three small green notebooks that are ready for big ideas. The possibilities...I like things like this--things that encourage idea-making. If it can help me be imaginative then it's worth it.
The remaining days in my black Moleskine are getting thin. The time to get a new planner is coming. For me, 2010 feels red.
Re-Post: The Internet Tells Me Things
I recently updated to a fancy-pants Gmail account. My hotmail account that I had created in middle school—that is creatively a parody combining my nick name and the Nike slogan—just didn't give me that same feeling of exhilaration once I had to use it to email professors, not to mention anybody over the age of 14.
I haven't had the heart to get rid of it just yet. It comes in handy for various things here and there, but I recently noticed and felt like somebody was trying to tell me something more regarding this issue. You see, every once in I while I get emails that promote Viagra. Obviously this is not a market I have any interest in so I figured these emails must have a multi-layered meaning. I think I have finally figured out what these viagra hawkers are getting at: your email address is old, and that's why we think you're old and possibly interested in these products...Oh! And you must be poor, because this stuff is only $1.
Like many things in my life, I only wish I could have heard about this--a thing in my life that was embarrassing that I should have changed sooner--from one of my friends instead of the internet.
I haven't had the heart to get rid of it just yet. It comes in handy for various things here and there, but I recently noticed and felt like somebody was trying to tell me something more regarding this issue. You see, every once in I while I get emails that promote Viagra. Obviously this is not a market I have any interest in so I figured these emails must have a multi-layered meaning. I think I have finally figured out what these viagra hawkers are getting at: your email address is old, and that's why we think you're old and possibly interested in these products...Oh! And you must be poor, because this stuff is only $1.
Like many things in my life, I only wish I could have heard about this--a thing in my life that was embarrassing that I should have changed sooner--from one of my friends instead of the internet.
The Economics of Milkshakes
I took Econ 110. Don't believe it? Here's some economics for you:
Phillip and I have an increasing marginal propensity to consume milkshakes. If it is available, it is ours. Yesterday Phillip and I celebrated a "second highest test score in the class" with some well-deserved calorie saturated burgers. A medium Butterfinger milkshake usually accompanies burger and fries; however, yesterday no milkshake was ordered. We ate our burgers without the anticipation of a sweet treat to look forward to.
As we were leaving I looked over to Phillip and said, "Wait, I have to do something." He followed me to the register where we ordered earlier. The same young man who took our original order was waiting there.
"Can we get Jr. shake and can you not make it yet but instead give it to the next family that comes in?"
He looked at me a little confused.
"I just want to give the next family that comes in a jr. shake, is that okay?" I explained again.
"Absolutely," he replied with a smile on his face, "what flavor do you want it to be?"
"Whatever they want."
"We'll if they get Recess or Butterfinger then it costs extra, is why I am asking," he told us.
How could I deprive this family that I will never know or ever meet of the option of getting Butterfinger? I couldn't.
"We'll pay the extra just in case they want Butterfinger," I explained.
"We'll great, that will be $2.84. Do you want me to tell them who it was from?" he said.
"No. No. Just tell them that somebody earlier paid for jr.shake and they can have it. Don't forget okay?"
"Don't worry I won't," he assured me with the same smile on his face,"Thank you."
Then we left.
Here's some more economics: buying a complete stranger a Jr. milkshake is a positive externality. Not only did I feel happy after, but Phillip told me that he felt good even though he wasn't the one who bought the milkshake. I am pretty sure the guy who took the order was happy too. I'll probably never know, but I can bet that the family who was surprised with a prepaid Jr. milkshake was thrilled.
"I am really glad we did that instead of getting a milkshake for ourselves," Phillip shared.
"Me too," I said.
"By the way, that's coming out of your clothes budget," he said.
The End
Phillip and I have an increasing marginal propensity to consume milkshakes. If it is available, it is ours. Yesterday Phillip and I celebrated a "second highest test score in the class" with some well-deserved calorie saturated burgers. A medium Butterfinger milkshake usually accompanies burger and fries; however, yesterday no milkshake was ordered. We ate our burgers without the anticipation of a sweet treat to look forward to.
As we were leaving I looked over to Phillip and said, "Wait, I have to do something." He followed me to the register where we ordered earlier. The same young man who took our original order was waiting there.
"Can we get Jr. shake and can you not make it yet but instead give it to the next family that comes in?"
He looked at me a little confused.
"I just want to give the next family that comes in a jr. shake, is that okay?" I explained again.
"Absolutely," he replied with a smile on his face, "what flavor do you want it to be?"
"Whatever they want."
"We'll if they get Recess or Butterfinger then it costs extra, is why I am asking," he told us.
How could I deprive this family that I will never know or ever meet of the option of getting Butterfinger? I couldn't.
"We'll pay the extra just in case they want Butterfinger," I explained.
"We'll great, that will be $2.84. Do you want me to tell them who it was from?" he said.
"No. No. Just tell them that somebody earlier paid for jr.shake and they can have it. Don't forget okay?"
"Don't worry I won't," he assured me with the same smile on his face,"Thank you."
Then we left.
Here's some more economics: buying a complete stranger a Jr. milkshake is a positive externality. Not only did I feel happy after, but Phillip told me that he felt good even though he wasn't the one who bought the milkshake. I am pretty sure the guy who took the order was happy too. I'll probably never know, but I can bet that the family who was surprised with a prepaid Jr. milkshake was thrilled.
"I am really glad we did that instead of getting a milkshake for ourselves," Phillip shared.
"Me too," I said.
"By the way, that's coming out of your clothes budget," he said.
The End
Sunday
Epiphanies
On August 7, 2008, I to started a blog--solely because the idea came to me at one moment, one day, one year ago. That's all it took.
Another insight came to me about a year ago as well. After 2 semesters full of drawing and sculpture classes and one study abroad in Italy saturated with oil painting, water colors, focaccia bread, and photography I decided to major in business. It was a big change.
Yesterday I decided to change the look of my blog. I decided to change a lot of things yesterday.
More changes to come.
Another insight came to me about a year ago as well. After 2 semesters full of drawing and sculpture classes and one study abroad in Italy saturated with oil painting, water colors, focaccia bread, and photography I decided to major in business. It was a big change.
Yesterday I decided to change the look of my blog. I decided to change a lot of things yesterday.
More changes to come.
Saturday
Stephanie: 1 Grammar Test: 0
Dear Grammar Test:
You were a hindrance to my Saturday and I can never forgive you for that. I entered the testing center at 2:00 p.m. and walked out at 3:40 p.m. Nevertheless, I prevailed against you and your incessant probing. Can you sleep at night knowing that you prey on and pressure the innocent? Forcing me to give in to that chocolate-chocolate-cake sprinkle doughnut as my only outlet. Psh. How do you live with yourself knowing that your only purpose is to pass judgment? Don't answer that.
In the beginning everything between us was simple. Then you became so complex, so compound, so self-centered. You were once so active; now you are passive. It was a 1-way relationship by the end my friend. Here are some things you failed to do:
xoxo
Stephanie
You were a hindrance to my Saturday and I can never forgive you for that. I entered the testing center at 2:00 p.m. and walked out at 3:40 p.m. Nevertheless, I prevailed against you and your incessant probing. Can you sleep at night knowing that you prey on and pressure the innocent? Forcing me to give in to that chocolate-chocolate-cake sprinkle doughnut as my only outlet. Psh. How do you live with yourself knowing that your only purpose is to pass judgment? Don't answer that.
In the beginning everything between us was simple. Then you became so complex, so compound, so self-centered. You were once so active; now you are passive. It was a 1-way relationship by the end my friend. Here are some things you failed to do:
- Give warm feelings
- Have Sympathy
- Show any sign of love whatsoever
- Not give me a headache
xoxo
Stephanie
Tuesday
To Mrs. Chapman
You told a story once about running into a former student in the grocery store. He recited the 23 helping verbs he had memorized many years ago in your fourth grade class. Ever since then I had hoped I would run into you and have the same experience. Blogs are like running into each other aren't they? Here I go.
Is am are was were be being been
Is am are was were be being been
has have had do does did
shall will should would
may might must can could
How did I do?
How did I do?
Saturday
Snacks and Songs
I arrive at school around 8am everyday. From there I transform into a listener, an artist, and a writer. I am tested, I am pop-quizzed, and I am called on. I debit and credit business transactions and I debate on grammar rules. Between class, I snack on granola bars and lately I have slipped in some apples with peanut-butter and chocolate chips--a comfort food. The peanut-butter and chocolate chip combination remind me of being 10 again, enjoying the suggested image of eating ants-on-a-log (that's what the apple snack is called, ants-on-a-log).
At work, I have fun. Sometimes that fun can be heightened or ruined by a song that is stuck in my head (the heightening and ruining depend on the song). This week was different. Very different. This week I had something even better than a song stuck in my head and it was there all week. It was a poem. Samuel Taylor Coleridge (you're the man):
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
It almost sounds like a wave. It was better than any song.
This week I had 4 quizzes, 1 practice test, 2 accounting lessons and 6 classes to attend. I am grateful youthful snacks and poets who keep my week alive and exciting.
I am very happy.
At work, I have fun. Sometimes that fun can be heightened or ruined by a song that is stuck in my head (the heightening and ruining depend on the song). This week was different. Very different. This week I had something even better than a song stuck in my head and it was there all week. It was a poem. Samuel Taylor Coleridge (you're the man):
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
It almost sounds like a wave. It was better than any song.
This week I had 4 quizzes, 1 practice test, 2 accounting lessons and 6 classes to attend. I am grateful youthful snacks and poets who keep my week alive and exciting.
I am very happy.
Give and Take
I'm usually on the receiving end of racial and gender stereotypes. It's always "take, take, take" and that's how it has always been. However, I had a unique opportunity to give back other day.
I was sitting in the large auditorium. I had been assigned a specific seat and those nearest to me would define my group for that day. In accounting 210, we assigned groups and have group quizzes in class (unnatural cut-throat selection I call it). Anyway, I was really early as usual and I was the only one in my group so far. I saw the other groups forming slowly. As I watched other teams form I pondered the optimal mix for my group of 6:
4 would be boys (two would have glasses, one of them would have a fancy calculator, at least one would be Asian).
2 would be girls (me, and another girl who was an accounting major, preferably a brunette).
We would dominate, I thought. The first person to meet me at our group seating was an Asian girl with long hair and glasses. Things were looking good. I could almost taste her near-perfect ACT score. Second, was a fair-haired (blond), "sweet" (naive) girl. Not so good. As long as the next 3 group members were boys who fit the criteria we would still be okay. Finally, 1 more boy showed up. A business and mathematical mind I thought. Perfect. The other 2 were no-shows.
Class began and as we delved deeper and deeper into our quiz I was shocked. Asian girl assured us that the wrong answers were right. Math boy had a calculator (looked like an obsolete Casio to me) but hardly gave input and just mooched of us girls' answers! The blond girl, out of all the people in our group, knew all the right answers and knew how to articulate them well! She even made a comment in class! Can you believe it!?
At the end of class of class I had "mixed" feelings. I was disappointed in myself but I was happy because we did great on our quiz!
I was sitting in the large auditorium. I had been assigned a specific seat and those nearest to me would define my group for that day. In accounting 210, we assigned groups and have group quizzes in class (unnatural cut-throat selection I call it). Anyway, I was really early as usual and I was the only one in my group so far. I saw the other groups forming slowly. As I watched other teams form I pondered the optimal mix for my group of 6:
4 would be boys (two would have glasses, one of them would have a fancy calculator, at least one would be Asian).
2 would be girls (me, and another girl who was an accounting major, preferably a brunette).
We would dominate, I thought. The first person to meet me at our group seating was an Asian girl with long hair and glasses. Things were looking good. I could almost taste her near-perfect ACT score. Second, was a fair-haired (blond), "sweet" (naive) girl. Not so good. As long as the next 3 group members were boys who fit the criteria we would still be okay. Finally, 1 more boy showed up. A business and mathematical mind I thought. Perfect. The other 2 were no-shows.
Class began and as we delved deeper and deeper into our quiz I was shocked. Asian girl assured us that the wrong answers were right. Math boy had a calculator (looked like an obsolete Casio to me) but hardly gave input and just mooched of us girls' answers! The blond girl, out of all the people in our group, knew all the right answers and knew how to articulate them well! She even made a comment in class! Can you believe it!?
At the end of class of class I had "mixed" feelings. I was disappointed in myself but I was happy because we did great on our quiz!
Saver Day
Here is what I wrote in response to a prompt in my English class: Should we keep or cancel labor day?
Do you know what fiestaware is? For your information household plates and cups reached their zenith with the introduction of fiestaware. The price of dinnerware also reached its zenith with fiestaware. Ivory, turquoise, scarlet, 6 lunch plates, 3 cereal bowls, 3 mugs and a butter tray (with a little lid) were all mine because of Labor Day and for half the cost. Do you know what I am going to do on Labor Day? Labor. In the kitchen (and do a lot of accounting homework but that is beyond the point). It's a BBQ fest for Phillip and me and guess what we are going to eat on? Guess how much what were are going to eat on cost?
Should we keep or cancel labor day? Circle one. I circled keep.
Now I am writing because we haven't been told to stop yet and I am done writing.
Do you know what fiestaware is? For your information household plates and cups reached their zenith with the introduction of fiestaware. The price of dinnerware also reached its zenith with fiestaware. Ivory, turquoise, scarlet, 6 lunch plates, 3 cereal bowls, 3 mugs and a butter tray (with a little lid) were all mine because of Labor Day and for half the cost. Do you know what I am going to do on Labor Day? Labor. In the kitchen (and do a lot of accounting homework but that is beyond the point). It's a BBQ fest for Phillip and me and guess what we are going to eat on? Guess how much what were are going to eat on cost?
Should we keep or cancel labor day? Circle one. I circled keep.
Now I am writing because we haven't been told to stop yet and I am done writing.
Sunday
Married 451 Sec 2
Now that I am an experienced wife I would like to share some thoughts (or more correctly, Phillip's thoughts). You see, when you get married you really begin to understand the feelings and emotions of your companion far deeper and more accurately than what they may actually being saying or feeling.
The other day Phillip looked at the microwave and then asked me if I would like my enchilada warmed up in the toaster. Now, replace the word "toaster" with "microwave," and there is Phillip's real thought. See? This is a simple example. They get more complex as the day's tiredness/stress/hunger goes on.
When Phillip asks me what's wrong and I drop my head and say, "Nothing," what I really mean is, "Everything. Nothing in this world could be more wrong than it is now and I want to punch. A lot." He knows I mean the latter now when the former is said. Marriage will do this to you.
The reason I bring this up is because the other day Phillip said something but really meant something reflective. We were eating a late night snack when he said, "Wow, you are wearing my t-shirt that is way too big for you AND you are eating an entire banana cream pie from the pie pan." What he really meant was this recreated sentence coupled with its respective feelings:
Replace the phrase, "you are wearing my shirt that is way too big for you," with "I can't believe we are finally married!" Replace the phrase "and you are eating an entire banana cream pie" with "I am so lucky to have someone like you." Lastly, replace "from the pie pan" with "and I love you."
So kind he is, really.
There is a lot to learn in marriage, especially perfect ESP.
The other day Phillip looked at the microwave and then asked me if I would like my enchilada warmed up in the toaster. Now, replace the word "toaster" with "microwave," and there is Phillip's real thought. See? This is a simple example. They get more complex as the day's tiredness/stress/hunger goes on.
When Phillip asks me what's wrong and I drop my head and say, "Nothing," what I really mean is, "Everything. Nothing in this world could be more wrong than it is now and I want to punch. A lot." He knows I mean the latter now when the former is said. Marriage will do this to you.
The reason I bring this up is because the other day Phillip said something but really meant something reflective. We were eating a late night snack when he said, "Wow, you are wearing my t-shirt that is way too big for you AND you are eating an entire banana cream pie from the pie pan." What he really meant was this recreated sentence coupled with its respective feelings:
Replace the phrase, "you are wearing my shirt that is way too big for you," with "I can't believe we are finally married!" Replace the phrase "and you are eating an entire banana cream pie" with "I am so lucky to have someone like you." Lastly, replace "from the pie pan" with "and I love you."
So kind he is, really.
There is a lot to learn in marriage, especially perfect ESP.
Friday
Good News Anyone
We got married last week. Everything went really well, was bright and beautiful, and it was all very fun. I am grateful for everybody who helped create such an event. I am glad I got to spend a very good day with closest friends and family.
That being said, it will never be said again on this blog. I am very appreciative and overwhelmed with how much love and support I felt from everybody prior to and during the wedding events. I also couldn't be happier with my eternal companion. I just want to ensure you that my blog will stay my blog--for me, by me, and about me. If you are looking for a sissy mushy blog you are in wrong place.
I am pleased with this decision. I hope you will be too.
That being said, it will never be said again on this blog. I am very appreciative and overwhelmed with how much love and support I felt from everybody prior to and during the wedding events. I also couldn't be happier with my eternal companion. I just want to ensure you that my blog will stay my blog--for me, by me, and about me. If you are looking for a sissy mushy blog you are in wrong place.
I am pleased with this decision. I hope you will be too.
Monday
Stepiphi-not
Sometimes I get on this creative roll where my inspired ideas and one-liners never end. Most of my posts are actually born from unprompted sentences or phrases that just came to me.
Today they just aren't coming. I think I'll go running. That should help tidy a clean slate for more ideas.
Today they just aren't coming. I think I'll go running. That should help tidy a clean slate for more ideas.
Thursday
All Grown Up*
There comes a time in everybody's life when you know you are no longer a child. It's an awkward time. It usually happens once a month and takes great deal of getting used to. It can be embarrassing as well. Some people are comfortable enough and talk about it openly or even joke about it. Others keep the information to themselves. Either way, when it comes there is an assurance. Assurance that you are indeed a responsible woman. I think you know what I'm talking about. Don't pretend like you are oblivious to what it is and who it effects. That's right, RENT. It just has to be paid. I'm paying my last rent check this August. Celebration!
Now to some recent events.
There comes a time in everybody's life when you know you are no longer a child. It's an awkward time. For me, it was frightening. I knew it had to come some day, though. I knew there would be a few days of blood and a few days of pain. Worst of all is it cannot be hidden. The bloating and discomfort. Mostly the bloating. That's right, you know exactly what I'm talking about--wisdom teeth removal. I got mine out this morning and I am doing exceptionally well! No pain, lots of swelling. And the anesthesia--what a blessing
I would recommend the procedure to anybody. I went in, fell asleep, woke after what seemed like five minutes to my fiance and a nice nurse lady. After a 30 minutes of grunting, telling Phil that I hated him, doing my best Abraham Lincoln impression, and asking him to sing some songs for me (3 times I asked) I finally came to. The nurse and Phillip helped me to the car kindly reminding me to keep my eyes open with each drawn-out step. Soon I was home: completely numb, and completely comfortable.
On a scale of one to wonderful I would rate this day as 'Suprisingly Good.'
*This post was written under the influence of a large amount of delectable painkillers. I will therefore take no responsibility for any misspellings, grammar errors, or anything offensive and inappropriate that may have been written in this post. Thanks for reading.
Now to some recent events.
There comes a time in everybody's life when you know you are no longer a child. It's an awkward time. For me, it was frightening. I knew it had to come some day, though. I knew there would be a few days of blood and a few days of pain. Worst of all is it cannot be hidden. The bloating and discomfort. Mostly the bloating. That's right, you know exactly what I'm talking about--wisdom teeth removal. I got mine out this morning and I am doing exceptionally well! No pain, lots of swelling. And the anesthesia--what a blessing
I would recommend the procedure to anybody. I went in, fell asleep, woke after what seemed like five minutes to my fiance and a nice nurse lady. After a 30 minutes of grunting, telling Phil that I hated him, doing my best Abraham Lincoln impression, and asking him to sing some songs for me (3 times I asked) I finally came to. The nurse and Phillip helped me to the car kindly reminding me to keep my eyes open with each drawn-out step. Soon I was home: completely numb, and completely comfortable.
On a scale of one to wonderful I would rate this day as 'Suprisingly Good.'
*This post was written under the influence of a large amount of delectable painkillers. I will therefore take no responsibility for any misspellings, grammar errors, or anything offensive and inappropriate that may have been written in this post. Thanks for reading.
A Rant and a Quiz
Bad movies. Everyone has been a victim. When I see one I try to remind myself that there are good movies out there--somewhere. I try to surround myself with people who have good taste in movies. I am much happier (or maybe I am just less irritated) when I am with them.
Anyway, in celebration of the Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince movie coming out in July, I have made this small Quiz. Take it. Love it.
1. T/F: Somebody who has a Bolivian mother and a Wizard father is considered a Mudblov
2. Which is the correct way to sing the Harry Potter Theme song?
a. Bawchica wow wow
b. Sha LA LA la la la
c. Do DO do do DO DOO dooo do
d. None of the above
3. What does Ron Weasley think every time he sees Hermione Granger?
a. Bawchica wow wow
b. Sha LA LA la la la
c. Do DO do do DO DOO dooo
d. None of the above
4. Fill in the sentence that Harry says in every single book:
Lord_____is trying to______me!!!!!
5. Lord Voldemort also has a scar on his body. Where is it?
a. His Forehead
b. His knee
c. His heart
d. Somewhere that must not be named
Answers located on the Comments page
Anyway, in celebration of the Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince movie coming out in July, I have made this small Quiz. Take it. Love it.
1. T/F: Somebody who has a Bolivian mother and a Wizard father is considered a Mudblov
2. Which is the correct way to sing the Harry Potter Theme song?
a. Bawchica wow wow
b. Sha LA LA la la la
c. Do DO do do DO DOO dooo do
d. None of the above
3. What does Ron Weasley think every time he sees Hermione Granger?
a. Bawchica wow wow
b. Sha LA LA la la la
c. Do DO do do DO DOO dooo
d. None of the above
4. Fill in the sentence that Harry says in every single book:
Lord_____is trying to______me!!!!!
5. Lord Voldemort also has a scar on his body. Where is it?
a. His Forehead
b. His knee
c. His heart
d. Somewhere that must not be named
Answers located on the Comments page
Wednesday
Sugar Bump
Disclaimer: This post is not about Phillip (even though the title may imply it)
In sixth grade a friend of mine named Vinnie told me that the small painful bumps that emerged on my tongue every once in a while were caused from eating too much sugar, and that they were called Sugar Bumps. My critical consumer skills were not as refined back then so I believed him and, since I am not in the mood to Google the term or the condition right now, I still believe it.
Today, I have a small painful little lump on my tongue. It. Is. Painful. I have a few ideas of how this particular lump came to be:
Ever since I moved out of my house I do my own grocery shopping and I am a budget grocery shopper. I try not to spend money on candies or good tasting fatty things that only cause temporary happiness. Every time I walk by the peanut butter isle, though, I cannot help but eyeball the Nutella jars. A small yellow sticker tells me that they are $3.49. A small voice in my head tells me to move on. I usually do. But last week I decided that I am no longer under my parents jurisdiction and that my money is my money and if I want nutella for breakfast for the next two weeks then I can have it.
This may be the cause of the sugar bump.
It could also be THIS website that I browse on a daily basis. The pictures are pretty potent and the recipes are remarkable. I am browsing this website more often than not. The potency might be a little much.
This could also be the cause of my sugar bump.
And, last but not least, I have been spending a lot of time with Phillip and he has really been so kind and so (here it comes) sweet. He is such a gentleman. I truly believe that his kindness and generosity could have caused my body to think that I was literally consuming sugar. He has also been making homemade ice-cream everyday since February.
That could be the cause of my sugar bump.
In sixth grade a friend of mine named Vinnie told me that the small painful bumps that emerged on my tongue every once in a while were caused from eating too much sugar, and that they were called Sugar Bumps. My critical consumer skills were not as refined back then so I believed him and, since I am not in the mood to Google the term or the condition right now, I still believe it.
Today, I have a small painful little lump on my tongue. It. Is. Painful. I have a few ideas of how this particular lump came to be:
Ever since I moved out of my house I do my own grocery shopping and I am a budget grocery shopper. I try not to spend money on candies or good tasting fatty things that only cause temporary happiness. Every time I walk by the peanut butter isle, though, I cannot help but eyeball the Nutella jars. A small yellow sticker tells me that they are $3.49. A small voice in my head tells me to move on. I usually do. But last week I decided that I am no longer under my parents jurisdiction and that my money is my money and if I want nutella for breakfast for the next two weeks then I can have it.
This may be the cause of the sugar bump.
It could also be THIS website that I browse on a daily basis. The pictures are pretty potent and the recipes are remarkable. I am browsing this website more often than not. The potency might be a little much.
This could also be the cause of my sugar bump.
And, last but not least, I have been spending a lot of time with Phillip and he has really been so kind and so (here it comes) sweet. He is such a gentleman. I truly believe that his kindness and generosity could have caused my body to think that I was literally consuming sugar. He has also been making homemade ice-cream everyday since February.
That could be the cause of my sugar bump.
Tuesday
An Old Email
A sweet little boy who stole the hearts of my family's neighborhood passed away a few weeks ago. An old folder in my email box held this email that I wrote back in 2005. I'm glad it was still there. I was babysitting Brigham Reneer for my good friend Julie. I emailed this experience to a good friend who was far away at the time. When people ask me the most beautiful things I have seen or experienced in my life this is always the first thing I tell them.
I was babysitting Brigham who is 9 or 10 years old. He has hunters syndrome. He is the most remarkable most loving little boy I have ever met. Some things he did today really touched me. He was jumping on the trampoline while I was sitting in the green grass with his baby sister. He wanted their dog (Olive) to jump onto the trampoline with him. Olive is a BIG dog and looks like a pit-bull type mix. She looks like a big mean guard dog. Anyway, he kept calling her and calling her until finally she just jumped on the trampoline, and started to play with him. There he was, this fearless little boy on the trampoline with this huge dog, just playing and laughing. It was the most beautiful thing. It doesn't seem all that amazing, but for some reason it was. Maybe its just me.
My Jane Error
Facts: I love reading a good book. I am also a woman.
That being said, it is obvious that by now I have read a handful of famous influential womanly novels like Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Wuthering Heights and so on. Right? Not so. The other day I figured that, given the above facts, I would adore these books. So I tried. I really tried. One hundred and thirty-seven pages into Jane Eyre I coolly asked myself, "how many more pages do I have to endure?!"
That's where my mistake was. I cannot convince myself that I want to read and will enjoy those types of books--not right now at least. I'm just not that type of girl...yet.
Does this make me a bad person? No. Does this make me less attractive mentally and physically? Maybe. But that is a risk I am willing to take.
I am no Jane Eyre-er. Someday, maybe one hundred and thirty-seven days from now, Jane Eyre will be on my list. And I will love it. I will be influenced by it. And most importantly, I'll finally finish it and be able to say, "You're talking about Jane Eyre? I've read that."
That being said, it is obvious that by now I have read a handful of famous influential womanly novels like Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Wuthering Heights and so on. Right? Not so. The other day I figured that, given the above facts, I would adore these books. So I tried. I really tried. One hundred and thirty-seven pages into Jane Eyre I coolly asked myself, "how many more pages do I have to endure?!"
That's where my mistake was. I cannot convince myself that I want to read and will enjoy those types of books--not right now at least. I'm just not that type of girl...yet.
Does this make me a bad person? No. Does this make me less attractive mentally and physically? Maybe. But that is a risk I am willing to take.
I am no Jane Eyre-er. Someday, maybe one hundred and thirty-seven days from now, Jane Eyre will be on my list. And I will love it. I will be influenced by it. And most importantly, I'll finally finish it and be able to say, "You're talking about Jane Eyre? I've read that."
Sunday
To The Root
Today I decided to rid my apartment of anything that might cause allergies.
Today I vacuumed all corners, crannies, carpets, and even our couches. I wiped down all counters, cabinets, and cupboards. My comforter and pillow cases were washed in an extra hot cycle (as were my sheets and duvet cover but I want to keep this "C" thing going). My apartment is clean. Everything was either sucked up or practically boiled until it was pure again. I mopped the kitchen floor twice. I scrubbed the entertainment system. I even attached the extra long extension to the vacuum head and saw the gray wispy lumps that were clinging to the carpet underneath the couch disappear into the loud drum. Now I am sitting on my crisp bed, basking in clean air of my room, and I just sneezed...
Will the suffering ever end! I have had allergies my entire life. I have been able to tolerate them--to an extent. Allergies can be good sometimes (i.e. getting a semi-attractive or intelligent member of the opposite sex to bless you, or comment on the adorable squeak you just made and the subtle spasm of your entire body). They can also be very bad (i.e. two small sneezes is a row is delightful, sixteen consecutive violent sneezes is frightful).
Allergies can also ruin trips to the Boboli Gardens, a good night's sleep, and anniversary bike rides.
Today I vacuumed all corners, crannies, carpets, and even our couches. I wiped down all counters, cabinets, and cupboards. My comforter and pillow cases were washed in an extra hot cycle (as were my sheets and duvet cover but I want to keep this "C" thing going). My apartment is clean. Everything was either sucked up or practically boiled until it was pure again. I mopped the kitchen floor twice. I scrubbed the entertainment system. I even attached the extra long extension to the vacuum head and saw the gray wispy lumps that were clinging to the carpet underneath the couch disappear into the loud drum. Now I am sitting on my crisp bed, basking in clean air of my room, and I just sneezed...
Will the suffering ever end! I have had allergies my entire life. I have been able to tolerate them--to an extent. Allergies can be good sometimes (i.e. getting a semi-attractive or intelligent member of the opposite sex to bless you, or comment on the adorable squeak you just made and the subtle spasm of your entire body). They can also be very bad (i.e. two small sneezes is a row is delightful, sixteen consecutive violent sneezes is frightful).
Allergies can also ruin trips to the Boboli Gardens, a good night's sleep, and anniversary bike rides.
Keane Dream Team
If you asked me if I went to the Keane concert last weekend I would say yes. If you asked me if I was only 5 rows away from the stage that Keane played on during their concert last week I would say yes. If you asked me if these tickets (which were valid for only 5th row seats at the Keane concert last week)were free, I would say yes.
Welcome To Moab
After 21 years I am finally starting to embrace my home and all it has to offer. As promised, here are some highlights from a last minute camping trip to the rolling rocky hills of Moab.
Don't leave home without it.Surprisingly, our level SPF matched exactly how much a one night stay at a motel in Moab costs if you cannot find a campground at 10:00pm.
I let my camera take its own pictures sometimes.
I was overjoyed to see these artistic rock formations that I took to be original Andy Goldsworthy site-specific land art sprinkled all over the rock trails. Later, Phillip broke my heart and told me that they were actually trail markers.
I still wonder, though.
Thursday
Back By Popular Demand
4 pairs of socks
3 T-shirts
2 Shaved legs
7 Harry Potter Books (read)
Pajama Pants
Hiking Shorts
Sunglasses
Underwears
Chacos
Sneakers
Sunscreen
Toothbrush
Toothpaste
Camel Back
Breakfast/lunch already prepared for my bed-ridden roommate who will be alone while I am away
Charged Ipod (inlcuding new songs* from this month's Best CD Ever)
Confidence
I'm ready to go camping
I'll see you all later
Orange-archy pictures to come
* Good songs from this month's CD Include: Architecture in Helsinki-The Beep and The Noisettes- Don't Upset the Rhythm
3 T-shirts
2 Shaved legs
7 Harry Potter Books (read)
Pajama Pants
Hiking Shorts
Sunglasses
Underwears
Chacos
Sneakers
Sunscreen
Toothbrush
Toothpaste
Camel Back
Breakfast/lunch already prepared for my bed-ridden roommate who will be alone while I am away
Charged Ipod (inlcuding new songs* from this month's Best CD Ever)
Confidence
I'm ready to go camping
I'll see you all later
Orange-archy pictures to come
* Good songs from this month's CD Include: Architecture in Helsinki-The Beep and The Noisettes- Don't Upset the Rhythm
Tuesday
Belated Birthday Wishes
I meant to post this sometime ago. I hope you had the Happiest Birthday. Your gift is in the mail, and when it arrives, you will love me. To one of my very best friends--Talisa--Happy (belated) Birthday.
I have such lovely friends.
Wednesday
Two and a Half by Eight inch Day
My black Moleskine planner also functions as a journal. Mind you, I have a "normal" journal as well. I prefer my planner most of the time. My planner already has a day set aside for me to write about. It's as if it's trying to say This day is important, and that is why this space, in this book, in this world has been dedicated to this day. WRITE ABOUT IT. I think of it as motivational really. Another reason I prefer my planner to my journal is that my planner only has a 2 1/2 X 8 inch space set for each day. This, unlike my journal, means that I do not have to think of a lengthy narrative, or even feel the pressure to recall something or elaborate about my life too much to fill a couple of pages. The space is limited so my input has to be brief. No pressure. I just have to write. I write everyday because of it.
I was reading through the past couple of weeks and found these.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Today I had aerobics at 7:00 am. We focused on "defense" dance moves (just in case we were attacked and had to dance our way out of it). Each sequence of defense moves involved running away at the end. I feel like painting today. I told my self I could only paint if I finished my economics and information systems homework. Write Spanish Paper. Finish Econ. Finish Isys. Everyone around me has an iPhone. I have this planner. I feel totally okay with that.
Saturday February 14, 2009
Liz Brienholt is so nice. She is so nice to babies.Saturday, February 28, 2009
Today:1. Wake up
2. Shower
3. Get hot
4. B-Ball BYU vs. UTAH5. B-Sup
6. TTR7. Talisa
8. TTRTook my Economics test. It was great. Today I met up with Phillip on campus. I got out of class early and he came to find me. We held hands and got a Jamba Juice. Then, we sat on the grass in front of the Library and talked about the nice weather while we sipped our Jambas. It was a perfect date.
Monday
I need: A List
I need:
1. A plane ticket to Bolivia
2. A cover letter for an Internship
3. More cake, my life does not have enough cake
4. To accept that my birthday is close to Christmas and as much as I tell myself that it does not make a difference and that it isn't that bad, it is really that bad and I will always recieve birthday presents in Christmas paper and my birthday will never be as good as a June birthday or May birthday.
5. Time to study for Econ 110
6. Outfits that do not require heavy wool coats (thank you Mr. Sun)
7. A proper funeral for the winter
8. To find a nice aparment with a pool for this summer
9. Breakfast
10. More romantic dates (a girl can dream can't she!)
1. A plane ticket to Bolivia
2. A cover letter for an Internship
3. More cake, my life does not have enough cake
4. To accept that my birthday is close to Christmas and as much as I tell myself that it does not make a difference and that it isn't that bad, it is really that bad and I will always recieve birthday presents in Christmas paper and my birthday will never be as good as a June birthday or May birthday.
5. Time to study for Econ 110
6. Outfits that do not require heavy wool coats (thank you Mr. Sun)
7. A proper funeral for the winter
8. To find a nice aparment with a pool for this summer
9. Breakfast
10. More romantic dates (a girl can dream can't she!)
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