hi sorry bye.

{if i distract you with fireworks...maybe you won't yell.}

sorry that i am really bad at blogging.

mostly it's because of my low blog esteem

meaning my mom and my sister 

are like 

pro bloggers 

slash

comedians

slash

photographers

slash 

models

and i just don't have it in me to keep up with them.

when i see their blogs

{or basically any blog that i follow}

my blog's tail goes between my blog's legs

then goes to hide under my blog's bed's quilt.

ALSO

every creative juice in my head 

is spilt on these spoiled little three year olds

at my work.

you try coming up with ways to entertain

little children who only find humor in:

"knock knock

who's there

pudding!"

and 

"humpty dumpty sat on an eyeball

humpty dumpty had a great eyeball."

but i will be better.

okay?

fascination creation.

i wish i was writing this one week ago, exactly.  if i could go back in time the very first thing i would do would be write this post, post it, then come back to modern time and accept all of the love for doing so.  if i had blogged about this last week we, as lovers of ice cream and blogging, would gather together and celebrate the birthday of the beloved baskin robbins 31 flavors.  but it didn't.  moving on...
last week i celebrated the birthday of the beloved baskin robbins 31 flavors.  meaning i got 3 scoops of ice cream for 31 cents.  steal of a birthday deal, i know.  whilst there i tried to think up the worst combination for of three scoops.  could anything be worse than bublegum, jamoca, and daquiri ice?  i doubt it.  how about cotton candy, cinnamon, and mint chocolate chip?  gross.  or what if i got peanut butter, jamoca almond fudge, and chocolate?  gross...wait, what?  i mean delish...since that is what i got...for 31 cents baby!  happy bday 31.

the end is near.

you know it's near the end of the semester when...
...you wear your shirt inside out and don't notice until you are putting your pjs on.
...the bishopric wives give you free baked goods.
...it's okay to miss things because everyone assumes you are studying for finals.
...you watch 3-5 movies a day.
...you eat 3 extra meals.
...you have zero energy or desire to blog since all you really think about is logarithms, examples of complete auteurism, health risk analysis, zooflagellate giarda, echolalia symptoms, what movie(s) you will watch after extensive studying, how you will sneak away from fhe to watch the new gossip girl, and how in the world will you survive with only bread and honey left in your "food storage."

this may be the death of me.
but, you know me, i love me a good finals week.

single and no end in sight.

{me playing a game yet lacking game.}

i have zero game. the kind of game defined by urban dictionary as a "measure of smoothness one has with the opposite sex."  yes.  that kind of game.  i lack it, miserably.  it is getting so bad that i may need to get some sort of self help book or something to teach me.  yes.  that bad.  for example...

preface:  i had to work a double at work yesterday.  on the list of things that i wanted to do that day "work a double at work" was in between "wrestle an alligator" and "eat a handful of poison" on said list. so, to cheer myself up, i decided to do just about the hippest thing to do in provo utah.  i took myself to barnes and noble, got myself an izzie and jammed by myself to the new adele cd in the starbucks section with what just might be the most indie children in utah county.  i sat by the window so everyone cool see me being awesome.  there was a beautiful creature in dark rimmed glasses and a stripped sweater in front of me.  i made the obvious decision and sat BEHIND him, instead of BY him.  which was the first of many mistakes...

{about 30 minutes into my starbucks-izzie-jam sesh}

beautiful creature:  {lips moving, no sound coming out due to my headphones still in and adele serenading me with her sweet sound}

me:  how long has he been talking to me.  remove headphones.  pretend i heard him talking.  yeah.  uh. ...

b.c.:  ...yeah so it's really cold in here, huh?

me:  yeah.

b.c.:  i wonder why.

me:  probably because we're sitting by the window.

b.c.:  (probably wondering why i didn't think of something more clever to say) yeah...probably.

me:  why why why am i not more clever!?  {i smile.  i PUT MY HEADPHONES BACK IN MY HEAD AND GO ABOUT MY BUSINESS}

b.c.:  {turns around.}

...

...

...

b.c.:  {gets up and moves to the other side of the room.}

me:  ugh.  {leave barnes and noble.}

the worst part.  adele was playing in starbucks the entire time...meaning i could've left my headphones out the whole time and heard everything the beautiful creature was saying to me the whole time.  basically i could've had a best friend right now had i forgotten my headphones {that i found in my parent's car} at home.  sad day. bad habit.  need help.

are you mad at me?

please will you please forgive me for my unannounced and lengthy absence please?

i know that since i am a future educator of america my life motto should be "no excuses" but let me tell you how hard my life is {whoa!  i just let a bit of my spanish soap opera show!} and continues to be. 

reasons why you should be grateful that you are you and i am me

1. my computer broke.  and if any of you have... a) lived away from home b) find large amounts of joy in youtube, fb, blogs, oh yeah and homework {joy and homework in the same sentence...yeah best teacher ever in the making right here} c) have technology addicted friends like i always seem to have who are their best selves while playing words with friends or learning more random facts via wikipedia or d) feel really bad when you are blogging at a school computer while another student is anxiously awaiting your spot.  and i can only imagine that they are in an urgent and serious hurry to finish their thesis or check their email to make sure their test results came back negative.  in which case i am a total disgrace to mankind....then you feel my pain.
2. spring break is over.  real life hit hard on the uvu front today.
3. my sister finally made that long awaited glide down the airport escalator but where do i spend my time now that she is home?  here.  at a uvu library computer feeling like the largest traitor in the room for updating my loyal bloggyboos on my oh so intriguing life, as a small asian girl with grey jeans and a blue backpack paces up and down the isle to the side of me, chanting "why why why!  i need a computer so i can email obama and tell him that i have found a way to solve world hunger!"

so on that note, i have to get out of here. i'll be back soon with my normal stories that make you wish you were me.  bye.

goodbye to the jbc

preface:  there is nothing that i hate more in this world than throwing up.  the hate is so intense that i would rather be bed ridden for weeks then make that wretched march from my bed to the toilet.  i always have been that way, and i am pretty positive that i will stay that way until i am in heaven, where i am sure vomit doesn't exist. 

it was a wednesday.  i had gone to my first day of the sememster that will forever live in infamy as a straight A semester.  uvu might even consider giving me my diploma early and ask me to take president holland's spot if i acheive the goals i have humbly set for myself.  everything was great.  all things go.  i returned to my beloved glenwood family for the first time in weeks.  we laughed, told stories, filled each other in on all the hot gossip, and drooled over how "indie" we had gotten over the break.  we had our christmas in january party at the classiest, BYU friendly "dry bar" on this side of the point of the mountain.  we met up with the latest edition of my newest loves, james, maybe we will discuss him further on a later date.  and dined at the fine establishment of Wendy's where i went ahead and ordered a dollar menu favorite to eat while getting to know james.  i was even in bed by my new bed time.

hours had passed and i barely blinked.  instead i laid there in silence.  no fatigue in sight.  i was burning up and completly out of no where it hit me, like that cruel school bus that took out regina george on mean girls.  before i knew it i was pleading for mercy while hugging the toilet in my student housing, 3 girl bathroom. it was the first time i had:  a) thrown up a hamburger and b) thrown up without my mama holding my hair while rubbing my back and doing an awesome job baby-ing me. and that moment right there, as my neck veins about popped open and my throat pleaded my stomach to calm the heck down, was the most grown up feeling in my entire life.  i am an adult now.  good thing, since i have 31 days left of my teenage years.

winner:  my gag reflexes.
loser:  my anti vomit marathon.  last hurl:  december 26th, 2008-lunch time, outside a window looking in on iggy's at jordan landing.  january 7th, 2011-around 4am, will never look at a junior bacon cheeseburger the same ever again.  possibly a good thing butonly time will tell.

in your head.

i heard once that sickness is all mental, that if you tell yourself you aren't sick, you won't be.  it's just that simple...or at least it's worth a try.  so if anyone asks, tell them that my nose isn't stuffed up to the point that if i close my mouth for one second that i feel like i might suffocate.  tell them the skin around my nose isn't read or raw or burning.  my body doesn't ache like a gray haired, old lady.  tell them my voice doesn't sound like a squeaky, quieter, man version of my real one.  and, just in case anyone asks, tylenol pm and vicks vapor rub scented tissues aren't my best friends right now.  run and tell that.

don't write me out just yet.

{3D glasses=prime costume.  creativity! 

 notice our latest addition, shaylynn in the green. 

our little freshman baby to protect and teach.}

i am such a sensitive person.
translation:  i feel bad for holidays.
translation of translation:  i feel bad for thanksgiving.
we, the human race, have this habit of loving halloween and loving christmas.  two very great, lovable holidays, obvs.  but what about thanksgiving!  {poor holiday.}
i think i know why we forget about thanksgiving.
halloween:  costumes, candy...free candy, pumpkin smells, jack o lanterns, scary movies, craziness.
christmas:  family, phone calls from missionary, giving, christmas trees and lights and cards, presents, snow, songs.
thanksgiving:  food.
a bit uneven, no?
you know i love christmas.  remember when i started my christmas list in, like, june?  yeah.  love it.  but i vow to not listen to christmas music or talk about christmas until i have fully anticipated and given all of my love to thanksgiving. 
you can thank me later, thanksgiving.

my life be like...

a ferris wheel.

with ups and down and inbetweens.

up:  i am getting a fantastic education.

down:  i have some allergy to math ever since ms. jameson's eight grade algebra class.

up:  i have the world's greatest family.

down:  the family member whom i need the most {sorry mom and dad...but i mean courtney} is too far away to lean on.

up:  i've met so many gems that have been just what i've needed.

down:  one of these people may or may not have given me pneumonia.

but i'm still living my life like my girl marjorie says to.  and i am choosing to laugh instead of cry.  i am choosing to be happy.  because happy is good, isn't it?  i think yes! 

up:  i discovered this girl via pandora.
up:  fall break was so great!  i love my parents and our {borderline unhealthy} obsession with movies.
up:  i am a daughter of god and he never let's me forget it, even if i have a ferris wheel kind of life.

the one thing that makes uvu superior to byu in provo, utah...

fall break

officially begins in

approximately

4 hours.

does the title make me sound like a bitter uvu student?

good.  because i am. 

everyone in provo loves byu.

including myself.  {love that football team}

but, as a wolverine, i am scum in the eyes of provo.

it's stupid. 

serously i will make a list of examples in the near future.

but all those byu kids can gather altogether after their study parties

and cry that us uvu folk will be loving life:  fall break style,

without them this week.  too bad so sad. 

prepare yourself salt lake city.

i've made some mad plans for the week.

{minus three appointments planned for early morning hours}

go wolverines.



pictures only prove you can't convince.

the above title...a lie.
a lyric from a great song of a great band.  nevertheless false. 
but, for the time being, this is my motto.
to enhance my writing so much that pictures don't do the words any justice.

i only choose this to be my motto

because my poor little camera,

my bff this summer,

 my one true love

decided to bail on me and broke this week.

about the same time my old camera

broke.  last year.  ugh.

r.i.p. little one.

how to break the news to your parents that you spent $80 on "emergencies"...

yep.

forgive me.

{me being sad for 2 reasons: 

 because my favorite art gallery,

the pod, was closed. 

 and me being sorry

for being such an awful blogger.}

please forgive me!

let me explain why i have been absent for so long.

excuse #1

i have been spending a ridiculously

wonderful long time in my favorite place

st. george.

and there is no such thing as

technology there.

that's why i love it.

excuse #2

my poor purple companion

aka my dell laptop

is sick.

real sick.

like virus of the motherboard sick.

poor baby.

she'll be back soon

meaning my blogging will be greatly enhanced.

excuse #3

there's no excuse #3

but i couldn't leave just 2 excuses.

that's just not right.

don't worry my beloved blog friends,

there are some goodies coming your way.

be excited.

i am.

xo.

the end of an era.

a little piece of me dies everytime a

video rental store closes.

where am i supposed to get my movie fix?

redbox is nice.

so is bread

but bread is not a meal.

hollywood video was a meal.

a meal packed with

action and romance.

comedy and drama.

horror and classics.

new releases and tv.

you will be greatly missed my love.

greatly missed.

netflix...will you quench my thirst?

i hope so.

ouch.

a piece of me died today.

because of this.

but, as usual,

i have no doubt

that my boys will rock this coming season

just like last season

and every other season before.

i love byu.

{we still love you, big guy.}

i miss you.

i moved home.

not really.

i moved home

but my stuff stayed in orem.

i'll go get it tomorrow

i guess.

but i miss vinny.

lots and lots and lots.

don't worry

boo boo

mama's comin'.

tomorrow.

and then we'll

type the day away

in taylorsville city.

mother nature.

{get it?  "ground hog."}

quick question:  has the famous groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, ever not seen his shadow?

every groundhogs day i get really excited because i truly believe in the power of Phil, the groundhog, but he lets me down, year after year after year, this year is no acception...

i miss spring.
don't get me wrong, winter was great.
but i miss flowers.
and green.
and colors.
and leaving my coat at home.
and the air conditioning.

so today
i left my coat at home and rode to work with the windows down.
take THAT mother nature!

if only.

"Due to a family situation that is beyond our control, we have to cancel our upcoming tour with New Found Glory, Never Shout Never, Meg & Dia and Single File," the band members said in a statement. "We don't take this lightly but family has to come first.... We apologize to everyone who planned on coming to the shows. We will find a way to make it up to you."

if things went according to plans, i would be crying with excitement right now.
if things went according to plans i would be deciding what would look best on me if by chance i ran into...

              

<=this or this=>

   like in the lobby or something.                                                                           

i'd probably end up wearing this...

and i would be in heaven.

but things didn't go accordingly.  so instead i'm going to do homework tonight.  yippie!

p.s. did you know web log = blog?  i thought that was cool.  it's cool right?