I've noticed recently, that the love bug is making his rounds, and biting nearly everyone in sight.
Love is in the air, for many.
It's summer love time.
29 June 2011
Mr. Grinch
In the battle of Blogging.....Here's my next move.
Logan, it made my day. My bright red tongue and all.
Logan, it made my day. My bright red tongue and all.
Young at Heart Apparently....
"Let's go get dinner after work" An innocent statement right? That's what I thought too...
Me and 2 other ladies headed over to the only open fast food at 11 at night, McDonalds. Nina called some of her friends to join us, not a problem right? I didn't think so at first either.
They arrive. A loud and out of control bunch swarm our seats. They are all a bit older than me, the youngest being 20. But I didn't think that a problem. They oldest had to be only 25 or so right?
These kids were my kind of people. Extremely loud, and a little on the crazy side. One in particular took a rather strange liking to me. Posing all of his questions, jokes and comments, directly at me. It wasn't too bad... Although his jokes were not my cup of tea. And I had always thought that pretending to be "Bad A" was a very "high school" thing to do, but this guy definitely proved me wrong.
As the night came to a close, they all wanted to play soda drinking games, but it was late and I felt like going home was a better choice for me, so I started to say my goodbye's to my girls. I was then ambushed. A man with a Santa like figure ambushed me. It scared me and I wasn't sure what to do... "We should be facebook friends!" So right then and there he whips out his phone and looks me up.
When I got home, I agreed to be his friend, but only to gather some more information on this interesting character.... He had graduated high school in 1996, I was born in 1992. This man was old. 33 years old, nearly old enough to be my dad. And that was the end of our facebook friendship.
Me and 2 other ladies headed over to the only open fast food at 11 at night, McDonalds. Nina called some of her friends to join us, not a problem right? I didn't think so at first either.
They arrive. A loud and out of control bunch swarm our seats. They are all a bit older than me, the youngest being 20. But I didn't think that a problem. They oldest had to be only 25 or so right?
These kids were my kind of people. Extremely loud, and a little on the crazy side. One in particular took a rather strange liking to me. Posing all of his questions, jokes and comments, directly at me. It wasn't too bad... Although his jokes were not my cup of tea. And I had always thought that pretending to be "Bad A" was a very "high school" thing to do, but this guy definitely proved me wrong.
As the night came to a close, they all wanted to play soda drinking games, but it was late and I felt like going home was a better choice for me, so I started to say my goodbye's to my girls. I was then ambushed. A man with a Santa like figure ambushed me. It scared me and I wasn't sure what to do... "We should be facebook friends!" So right then and there he whips out his phone and looks me up.
When I got home, I agreed to be his friend, but only to gather some more information on this interesting character.... He had graduated high school in 1996, I was born in 1992. This man was old. 33 years old, nearly old enough to be my dad. And that was the end of our facebook friendship.
25 June 2011
Bring This Back, And You Could Save 10%
A large amount of discarded customer surveys, a best friend, and a stapler turns into a long string of surveys all connected.
I practically live at Old Navy, and nights like this, where we lose our sanity and 5 ONC's turns into 2 free movie tickets and a gift card to starbucks,
the second home becomes welcoming.
I practically live at Old Navy, and nights like this, where we lose our sanity and 5 ONC's turns into 2 free movie tickets and a gift card to starbucks,
the second home becomes welcoming.
24 June 2011
You Get the Car, I'll Get the Cash
I finally met Johnny. I've loved him since I discovered him in 9th grade. I got a picture with him. My ridiculous smile? A small glance into what my mind was going through. I nearly fell over, and my hand shook uncontrollably for a good half an hour.
I finally met Johnny.
Their show was amazing. I met amazing people, and spent time with amazing old friends.
And, I met Johnny
All I need to do is meet Augustana, you know, be in town when the finally come to Utah? Then the songs of my life will be complete
23 June 2011
The Sticky Note
All because of a small sticky note, things are maybe back to where they once where.
When a incredibly tight friendship breaks off suddenly, and no speaking, calling, texting, or even eye contact occurs, your whole world flips. You have to learn to go through your day without them, their advice, constant support, mindless bickering, and all in between. Life as you once knew it? Gone.
You interact, but only on a civil level. The occasional greeting, or quick math problem discussion occur occasionally, but both without eye contact. Things start to get better. You start to to yourself, "hey, maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe I can do it." You make more friends, become closer to old friends. Life is looking up.
10 months go by. Their person becomes a thought on the back burner. You think of them only when their name is mentioned, or your eyes quickly meet in a class. They become an after thought. Someone you once knew and will always care about, but now has a very separate life from yours. And just maybe, you're ok with that.
Then one sticky note, a small conversation, and things kick back into gear. Maybe not full swing, but the wheels are slowly turning again. You're carrying on a conversation like you would have 10 months ago. Things between you aren't any different. Sure, the expressions and sentiments aren't completely genuine, but this is very new, and you still aren't sure what's happening. You still know the other like the back of your hand. They've changed a little, but not really, they're still that best friend. The friend you've had since 8th grade, could be back in your life again, as if they had never left.
And all because of a sticky note.
When a incredibly tight friendship breaks off suddenly, and no speaking, calling, texting, or even eye contact occurs, your whole world flips. You have to learn to go through your day without them, their advice, constant support, mindless bickering, and all in between. Life as you once knew it? Gone.
You interact, but only on a civil level. The occasional greeting, or quick math problem discussion occur occasionally, but both without eye contact. Things start to get better. You start to to yourself, "hey, maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe I can do it." You make more friends, become closer to old friends. Life is looking up.
10 months go by. Their person becomes a thought on the back burner. You think of them only when their name is mentioned, or your eyes quickly meet in a class. They become an after thought. Someone you once knew and will always care about, but now has a very separate life from yours. And just maybe, you're ok with that.
Then one sticky note, a small conversation, and things kick back into gear. Maybe not full swing, but the wheels are slowly turning again. You're carrying on a conversation like you would have 10 months ago. Things between you aren't any different. Sure, the expressions and sentiments aren't completely genuine, but this is very new, and you still aren't sure what's happening. You still know the other like the back of your hand. They've changed a little, but not really, they're still that best friend. The friend you've had since 8th grade, could be back in your life again, as if they had never left.
And all because of a sticky note.
20 June 2011
He's a Keeper
This is a public apology for Cristian, dragging you all around the mall, to nearly every store and to some stores more than once, to find a shirt to match a new skirt.
He was a good sport. Never said anything about boredom, and commented on certain items if they tickled his fancy.
We poked fun at each other, had some brief moments of people watching, and a small session of secret telling.
For letting me drag him around, I was going to get him some Farr's at the conclusion of our endeavor, but chivalry runs strong through this boy's veins, so I was denied. Several times.
He was great about it all, and at time I think he had some fun, but he has much too much testosterone to thoroughly enjoy an outing like this. It's fine though. We like him that way.
Thanks Cris.
He was a good sport. Never said anything about boredom, and commented on certain items if they tickled his fancy.
We poked fun at each other, had some brief moments of people watching, and a small session of secret telling.
For letting me drag him around, I was going to get him some Farr's at the conclusion of our endeavor, but chivalry runs strong through this boy's veins, so I was denied. Several times.
He was great about it all, and at time I think he had some fun, but he has much too much testosterone to thoroughly enjoy an outing like this. It's fine though. We like him that way.
Thanks Cris.
18 June 2011
So Close
I have my schedule planned
A job lined up
A job lined up
Roommates to meet
People to get away from
New people to befriend
Study things I enjoy
I'm ready. September 12 Couldn't come soon enough
People to get away from
New people to befriend
Study things I enjoy
I'm ready. September 12 Couldn't come soon enough
15 June 2011
Where's The I.V.
They're all at Young Women's. Preparing for girls camp. Both of which I am forbidden to attend.
I'm having withdrawls
I'm having withdrawls
G.N.O.
Girl's nights are fabulous. Secrets are shared and the laughter seems to be at a constant. They're much needed at times.
My favorite are the girl's days I spend with my momma.
2 birthday's, a Father's Day, and a missionary in dire need of essentials turns my mother and I into frequent shoppers. And with the brother at scout camp, the sister at the grandparents, we have all the time in the world.
Down to the mall, distribution center, Deseret Book, Hallmark, and the wonderful mall. We conquered south Orem. At least, the mormon parts of it....
To end our 2 day adventure we went to Farr's. I knew I liked my mom when she snorted at me "ha! I'm paying, they get to stamp MY card!" She's a gem.
I'm rather fond of her.
My favorite are the girl's days I spend with my momma.
2 birthday's, a Father's Day, and a missionary in dire need of essentials turns my mother and I into frequent shoppers. And with the brother at scout camp, the sister at the grandparents, we have all the time in the world.
Down to the mall, distribution center, Deseret Book, Hallmark, and the wonderful mall. We conquered south Orem. At least, the mormon parts of it....
To end our 2 day adventure we went to Farr's. I knew I liked my mom when she snorted at me "ha! I'm paying, they get to stamp MY card!" She's a gem.
I'm rather fond of her.
12 June 2011
Sweet Home Alabama
Orem Summerfest. The most anticipated weekend of summer as a child. I loved being in the parade with my ballet class. And the fireworks always amazed me.
Some of this is still true. It's for the most part enjoyable, and the fireworks have yet to disappoint me, but I realize now the sort of people that come to these kinds of events.
Everyone.
I'm going to be honestly blunt here. I've never seen so much, well, white trash in all my life. And coming immediately from New York, I felt like I had entered Hicktown, USA. Don't get me wrong, people watching is a strong hobby of mine, and events like these fascinate me. I loved it. But good grief.
It may be summer now, but that doesn't mean we can walk around in clothes that could serve as underwear. Mmm. Attractive.
Some of this is still true. It's for the most part enjoyable, and the fireworks have yet to disappoint me, but I realize now the sort of people that come to these kinds of events.
Everyone.
I'm going to be honestly blunt here. I've never seen so much, well, white trash in all my life. And coming immediately from New York, I felt like I had entered Hicktown, USA. Don't get me wrong, people watching is a strong hobby of mine, and events like these fascinate me. I loved it. But good grief.
It may be summer now, but that doesn't mean we can walk around in clothes that could serve as underwear. Mmm. Attractive.
Thoroughly Modern
New York was phenomenal.
I don't care how long it takes, but I will move there. Preferably the Manhattan area.
Perhaps it was the dozens of languages I heard spoken, or the wide diversity, the broadway musicals on every corner, the entire avenue devoted to food, 5th avenue upscale glamor, Tiffany's, the central park appeal, or the bright, daytime feel on Times Square at 11 pm. It was engrossing, intoxicating, amazing.
The sweet Irish waitress whom I was nearly certain was going to adopt me. The fascinating New York accents, the pushy, touchy asians. Confusing and marvelous.
My name won't be in lights, I won't be headlining on Broadway, and I won't have the money to live in the same building as Yoko Ono. My name will be in fine print after a column of the New York Times or Wall Street Journal. I won't be famous, but I will become a citizen of that amazing city.
True, I immediately knew I was a small town mormon the moment I arrived, but I'll learn to fit in.
I don't care how long it takes, but I will move there. Preferably the Manhattan area.
Perhaps it was the dozens of languages I heard spoken, or the wide diversity, the broadway musicals on every corner, the entire avenue devoted to food, 5th avenue upscale glamor, Tiffany's, the central park appeal, or the bright, daytime feel on Times Square at 11 pm. It was engrossing, intoxicating, amazing.
The sweet Irish waitress whom I was nearly certain was going to adopt me. The fascinating New York accents, the pushy, touchy asians. Confusing and marvelous.
My name won't be in lights, I won't be headlining on Broadway, and I won't have the money to live in the same building as Yoko Ono. My name will be in fine print after a column of the New York Times or Wall Street Journal. I won't be famous, but I will become a citizen of that amazing city.
True, I immediately knew I was a small town mormon the moment I arrived, but I'll learn to fit in.
05 June 2011
Hallelujah
High school is over. This weekend has put me on cloud 9.
-graduation. Funny kids to sit by. (Irony is when you become friends at graduation with people you've gone to school with for 3 years.)
-After party. Too much food. Not enough room.
-Stomp. My last one.
-All nighter. Went out with a bang. Did everything a stereotypical high schooler does. I feel accomplished.
-Shooting with my uncle. Smelling like gun powder ('man smell')
-Sleeping at random intervals to make up for arriving home at 5 a.m. after the all nighter.
-Sophie's baptism. I cried. It's not a big deal.
-My senior recital. Didn't do as good as I had hoped, but better than expected. I'm content.
-So much food, so many friends.
What a perfect weekend.
-graduation. Funny kids to sit by. (Irony is when you become friends at graduation with people you've gone to school with for 3 years.)
-After party. Too much food. Not enough room.
-Stomp. My last one.
-All nighter. Went out with a bang. Did everything a stereotypical high schooler does. I feel accomplished.
-Shooting with my uncle. Smelling like gun powder ('man smell')
-Sleeping at random intervals to make up for arriving home at 5 a.m. after the all nighter.
-Sophie's baptism. I cried. It's not a big deal.
-My senior recital. Didn't do as good as I had hoped, but better than expected. I'm content.
-So much food, so many friends.
What a perfect weekend.
Excuse Me?
I can't wait to get out of the predetermined judgments that come with high school teenagers.
I desperately need a new start. Or at least a separation from a certain few. Idaho doesn't seem that far but it's 277 miles and 4 hours, 25 minutes away. Much better than the next city over.
I desperately need a new start. Or at least a separation from a certain few. Idaho doesn't seem that far but it's 277 miles and 4 hours, 25 minutes away. Much better than the next city over.
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