I may or may not have spent 4 1/2 hours in the car today, trying to find our hotel in Virginia, in a place that I'd never been before. Actually, I wasn't driving. I was sleeping in the back seat. But still. It was annoying, because I really don't like road trips. Unless you're with a FEW select friends who can make it fun, but they won't be obnoxious...so...it doesn't happen too often for me...anyway.
I've decided a few things. One, I really hate car trips(I already knew that, but still). Two, I think audio books are horribly annoying, unless the book happens to be interesting. Three, People need to learn that when it's 9:00 at night, some passengers in the car want to sleep, and maybe keeping the volume kinda lowerish would be convenient. Four, I freakin hate time zone changes. Five, I wish I was filthy rich.
Ok, my last point has nothing to do with anything, but I thought I'd just add that in there, because I really do wish I was filthy rich.
It's kinda past midnight our time, but two days ago, it was only 10 pm right now. And so I'm not as tired as I should be. Also, I kinda passed out for two hours in the car, before the audio book got really loud. And I had lovely dreams. :)
Also, I wish I was tan.
That is all, Blogger world.
Holler!
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
*happy sigh*
So, I skyped with Garrett tonight, which was basically amazing. That kid makes me happy.
Now would probably be a good time to tell you about how we met, yes?
So, I go to this music camp every summer. And it's fun and amazing. My first year, two years ago, I met this reeaaalllyy cute guy. And his name was Garrett. And I was pretty positive I had scared him away forever and ever because, let's face it, I can be really creepy. In fact, he witnessed the foundation of many of my creepiest faces that week. The poor kid. I went away from music camp, horribly infatuated, and as far as I could tell, he probably couldn't tell whether or not he was glad he had met me.
Now, fast forward roughly a year...and a couple months. I get a facebook friend request from Garrett. Big surprise, but it was a good one. We started messaging back and forth, and it got to the point that it was one of the highlights of my days when we would chat. We went through a little phase during Christmas break where we didn't talk, at all. Which was kinda sad, but I told myself it didn't matter. Anywho, the point of my story is: Garrett is amazing. And funny, And sweet. And lots of other things, because you're probably getting really bored and you don't even wanna HEAR me get started on how attractive he is. ;)
So we had planned for him to skype with me and Layne tonight, because he will be meeting her in two-ish months and we figured it would be good for them to meet. Aaaand...Layne didn't show up until we'd been skyping for about 40 minutes. She basically popped her head in(as did her mother), said hi, and then not so quietly announced she was going to get ready for bed. All in all? It was super fun. And it was super nice to get to see him, cuz you don't get to see peoples emotions when you talk on the phone, or when you just look at pictures. Not that I do that all the time or anything... *cough*
*yawn* I'm tired. And Layne is passing out next to me. And I need to get the Nutella outta my braces. ;)
Night blog-stalking world!
Now would probably be a good time to tell you about how we met, yes?
So, I go to this music camp every summer. And it's fun and amazing. My first year, two years ago, I met this reeaaalllyy cute guy. And his name was Garrett. And I was pretty positive I had scared him away forever and ever because, let's face it, I can be really creepy. In fact, he witnessed the foundation of many of my creepiest faces that week. The poor kid. I went away from music camp, horribly infatuated, and as far as I could tell, he probably couldn't tell whether or not he was glad he had met me.
Now, fast forward roughly a year...and a couple months. I get a facebook friend request from Garrett. Big surprise, but it was a good one. We started messaging back and forth, and it got to the point that it was one of the highlights of my days when we would chat. We went through a little phase during Christmas break where we didn't talk, at all. Which was kinda sad, but I told myself it didn't matter. Anywho, the point of my story is: Garrett is amazing. And funny, And sweet. And lots of other things, because you're probably getting really bored and you don't even wanna HEAR me get started on how attractive he is. ;)
So we had planned for him to skype with me and Layne tonight, because he will be meeting her in two-ish months and we figured it would be good for them to meet. Aaaand...Layne didn't show up until we'd been skyping for about 40 minutes. She basically popped her head in(as did her mother), said hi, and then not so quietly announced she was going to get ready for bed. All in all? It was super fun. And it was super nice to get to see him, cuz you don't get to see peoples emotions when you talk on the phone, or when you just look at pictures. Not that I do that all the time or anything... *cough*
*yawn* I'm tired. And Layne is passing out next to me. And I need to get the Nutella outta my braces. ;)
Night blog-stalking world!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Nutella, Science, and Shawn Spencer
So you know that awkward moment while you're trying to accomplish an assignment and you realize it's literally impossible to finish, because you don't have access to the software necessary to finish that assignment? Yup, just had that moment. After spending 20 minutes gathering information on my biology lab sheet, I realized that I can't finish it. Worst part, I need to turn them in...yesterday.. ;) That's ok tho, cuz my teacher is basically thebombdotcom and he gave me an extension on my assignment. That's what's up.
So I'm sitting on Layne's floor, eating Nutella and wishing I had a donut while watching psych. And now that I think about it, I would really love to have a Nutella filled donut. Because I think that might be even better than an oreo with Nutella and Peanut Butter. And I guarantee you are now in awe of my vast knowledge of Nutella and it's many uses. ;) Just kidding, that was a pathetic display of my knowledge of the best creamy like chocolate and hazelnut substance known to mankind. And if you don't like it, I give you permission to go stick your nose in a corner. Right now. Go.
Have I ever mentioned to you how much I love Psych?? Cuz I love it a whole butt load. Yes, I may have watched 4 episodes today. And now I may want to make cinnamon pie really bad now. And I know that maybe I'm really a procrastinator. But I'm okay with that. For right now.
So let me give you a run down. I'm full of chocolate. I'm caught up with homework(WOOT!) besides my bio, which I can't really do. I've watched Psych, which is one of my guilty pleasures, secondary to cinnamon rolls. Also, I got to talk to Garrett, which makes me happy. You haven't heard of him? Well, maybe someday I'll tell you the story of how we met, but probably not. I would right now, but I was just called for dinner, so I'll leave you in suspense. ;) Tata!
So I'm sitting on Layne's floor, eating Nutella and wishing I had a donut while watching psych. And now that I think about it, I would really love to have a Nutella filled donut. Because I think that might be even better than an oreo with Nutella and Peanut Butter. And I guarantee you are now in awe of my vast knowledge of Nutella and it's many uses. ;) Just kidding, that was a pathetic display of my knowledge of the best creamy like chocolate and hazelnut substance known to mankind. And if you don't like it, I give you permission to go stick your nose in a corner. Right now. Go.
Have I ever mentioned to you how much I love Psych?? Cuz I love it a whole butt load. Yes, I may have watched 4 episodes today. And now I may want to make cinnamon pie really bad now. And I know that maybe I'm really a procrastinator. But I'm okay with that. For right now.
So let me give you a run down. I'm full of chocolate. I'm caught up with homework(WOOT!) besides my bio, which I can't really do. I've watched Psych, which is one of my guilty pleasures, secondary to cinnamon rolls. Also, I got to talk to Garrett, which makes me happy. You haven't heard of him? Well, maybe someday I'll tell you the story of how we met, but probably not. I would right now, but I was just called for dinner, so I'll leave you in suspense. ;) Tata!
Monday, January 23, 2012
You can hate me.
I have come to a decision.
I'm going to postpone the photo challenge till after I am home from Vegas/DC/Virginia. Why? Because I am having way too much fun to take pictures! ;) Just kidding. Well, I am having tons of fun, but I've been seriously slacking on the picture taking thing. And then I'm also really slacking on uploading them to Layne's sisters' computer. I just don't want to do that. It would be awkward if I forgot to delete them off her computer and she randomly saw pictures of me, grapefruit, and her mailbox.
Nonetheless, I promise you WILL get the pictures. You'll just have to wait until AFTER next Tuesday. In fact, I'll be starting it on February 1st. And then I promise that I'll stay on top of it and upload a picture everyday, during one of my obnoxious classes. ;)
Til my next post, farewell, blogger world!!
I'm going to postpone the photo challenge till after I am home from Vegas/DC/Virginia. Why? Because I am having way too much fun to take pictures! ;) Just kidding. Well, I am having tons of fun, but I've been seriously slacking on the picture taking thing. And then I'm also really slacking on uploading them to Layne's sisters' computer. I just don't want to do that. It would be awkward if I forgot to delete them off her computer and she randomly saw pictures of me, grapefruit, and her mailbox.
Nonetheless, I promise you WILL get the pictures. You'll just have to wait until AFTER next Tuesday. In fact, I'll be starting it on February 1st. And then I promise that I'll stay on top of it and upload a picture everyday, during one of my obnoxious classes. ;)
Til my next post, farewell, blogger world!!
Friday, January 20, 2012
Super lazy...
So, I've taken pictures every day for the photo challenge. Every day, without fail. BUT I have been super lazy when it comes to posting them. Why? Well, as I mentioned before, I'm in Vegas for a little over a week. And I don't have my computer with me. And I also kinda have a slight adversity to uploading pictures to another persons computer. Nonetheless, I'm going to do it, as soon as I take todays picture. Or tomorrow. My point is, you'll get them. In individual posts, too. And the pictures are fierce. Just be patient a tad longer and hold on to your horses. If you don't have horses, go buy some. And if you get bored of holding onto those horses while you wait for me to upload them, go fold laundry, play twister with your mailman, or purchase some eyepatches.
For now, so long, my faithful blog-readers.
For now, so long, my faithful blog-readers.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Challenge accepted.
Hey all.
I've decided that I'm going to do a photo challenge. Not a gay one like everyone on facebook was doing a couple months ago. No, this one is gonna be fierce.
Why am I doing this?? Well...I honestly don't know. But hey, why not??
The challenge is 31 days long. Here is the list of shtuff I'm photographing, and forcing you people to look at:
1. Me.
2. Something I adore.
3. Mah breakfast.
4. A mailbox.
5. Something I wore(like that day).
6. Something that makes me smile.
7. My favorite something.
8. Sweet.
9. Something I made.
10. Color.
11. Where I sleep.
12. A close-up. Of anything.
13. In my bag...
14. Something I'm reading.
15. Happiness.
16. Morning.
17. Water.
18. Something I bought.
19. My sky.
20. Someone I love.
21. Reflection.
22. My shoes.
23. Something old.
24. Guilty Pleasure.
25. Daily Routine.
26. My childhood.
27. Lunch.
28. Light.
29. Inside my fridge.
30. Nature.
31. Me again!
Some of these are kinda random. But that's the point, right??
I'm going to Vegas and DC for two weeks tho, so some of these will be kinda random. I tried reorganizing them to fit in well. So we'll see how it goes. So yes, I have to post every single day. And also, it is a requirement to take the picture THAT day. So...no old pictures...
I'm starting today, so there'll be another post from me you have to read! Lucky you...
I've decided that I'm going to do a photo challenge. Not a gay one like everyone on facebook was doing a couple months ago. No, this one is gonna be fierce.
Why am I doing this?? Well...I honestly don't know. But hey, why not??
The challenge is 31 days long. Here is the list of shtuff I'm photographing, and forcing you people to look at:
1. Me.
2. Something I adore.
3. Mah breakfast.
4. A mailbox.
5. Something I wore(like that day).
6. Something that makes me smile.
7. My favorite something.
8. Sweet.
9. Something I made.
10. Color.
11. Where I sleep.
12. A close-up. Of anything.
13. In my bag...
14. Something I'm reading.
15. Happiness.
16. Morning.
17. Water.
18. Something I bought.
19. My sky.
20. Someone I love.
21. Reflection.
22. My shoes.
23. Something old.
24. Guilty Pleasure.
25. Daily Routine.
26. My childhood.
27. Lunch.
28. Light.
29. Inside my fridge.
30. Nature.
31. Me again!
Some of these are kinda random. But that's the point, right??
I'm going to Vegas and DC for two weeks tho, so some of these will be kinda random. I tried reorganizing them to fit in well. So we'll see how it goes. So yes, I have to post every single day. And also, it is a requirement to take the picture THAT day. So...no old pictures...
I'm starting today, so there'll be another post from me you have to read! Lucky you...
Friday, January 13, 2012
The girl in the mirror
Have you ever looked in the mirror at yourself and thought "That's not me"?
I know it sounds weird. Bizarre. But hear me out.
I see myself and I have this strange feeling that the girl in the mirror, trying desperately to make her eyeliner look good, just isn't me. It's like...I see her, I control her, but it's not me. But the thing is, I KNOW it's me. Because, obviously, I feel with the girl in the mirror. I see with the girl in the mirror. I *am* the girl in the mirror. But at the same time, I feel that I'm not.
Does this make sense?
No? That's what I thought.
The first picture is me Freshman year. So, a little over two years ago. The second picture is from about a month ago. Now, I know I don't look *that* different. But...I look different. Glasses: gone. Teeth: In the process of straightening out.(Braces. Bleck). Hair: Waaaaaaay different. I know how to make it look good now. ;) Even my makeup is different.
My point with this picture is that I've changed. And usually someone who has changed a lot can relate to the person they used to be more than they are now. But that's the thing. I feel like both girls in that picture aren't me. Isn't that weird. Yeah, not "both pictures of me" but "Both girls". I feel like neither is me.
Maybe I realize that the world expects less of me than I'm capable. Maybe I realize that God sees me differently than the world does. Maybe I realize my potential. Maybe I see the person I am inside, rather than the girl I am outside.
But maybe I see my personality.
My personality is...gah. Horrible. Think of the craziest person you know(besides me). Now the most random. Now add a bit of rudeness. And throw in some inappropriate jokes. You have me. Partially. Now you have to remember that I'm also inconsiderate, and mean. So add all this together and you have a vague idea of how I act. I'm not a slut, which is probably the best thing I can say.
I look at myself in the mirror and I don't see the the braces. Or the years of hair dye. Or the ocean in my eyes. Or my dry skin. I look at myself in the mirror and I see the girl I am inside. And if I looked on the outside like I do on the inside...it wouldn't be pretty.
I mean, I understand that some people find me kinda pretty. By the worlds standards, sure why not? I'm thin. I keep my hair maintained. I have relatively nice skin. I have kinda spectacular eyes(probably the only thing that isn't subjected to just this time). But if my inside was reflected to the outside, people wouldn't give me a second look. And if they did, it would be out of repulsion.
I look in the mirror, and I'm disappointed. I wish that I looked like ME.
I know it sounds weird. Bizarre. But hear me out.
I see myself and I have this strange feeling that the girl in the mirror, trying desperately to make her eyeliner look good, just isn't me. It's like...I see her, I control her, but it's not me. But the thing is, I KNOW it's me. Because, obviously, I feel with the girl in the mirror. I see with the girl in the mirror. I *am* the girl in the mirror. But at the same time, I feel that I'm not.
Does this make sense?
No? That's what I thought.
The first picture is me Freshman year. So, a little over two years ago. The second picture is from about a month ago. Now, I know I don't look *that* different. But...I look different. Glasses: gone. Teeth: In the process of straightening out.(Braces. Bleck). Hair: Waaaaaaay different. I know how to make it look good now. ;) Even my makeup is different.
My point with this picture is that I've changed. And usually someone who has changed a lot can relate to the person they used to be more than they are now. But that's the thing. I feel like both girls in that picture aren't me. Isn't that weird. Yeah, not "both pictures of me" but "Both girls". I feel like neither is me.
Maybe I realize that the world expects less of me than I'm capable. Maybe I realize that God sees me differently than the world does. Maybe I realize my potential. Maybe I see the person I am inside, rather than the girl I am outside.
But maybe I see my personality.
My personality is...gah. Horrible. Think of the craziest person you know(besides me). Now the most random. Now add a bit of rudeness. And throw in some inappropriate jokes. You have me. Partially. Now you have to remember that I'm also inconsiderate, and mean. So add all this together and you have a vague idea of how I act. I'm not a slut, which is probably the best thing I can say.
I look at myself in the mirror and I don't see the the braces. Or the years of hair dye. Or the ocean in my eyes. Or my dry skin. I look at myself in the mirror and I see the girl I am inside. And if I looked on the outside like I do on the inside...it wouldn't be pretty.
I mean, I understand that some people find me kinda pretty. By the worlds standards, sure why not? I'm thin. I keep my hair maintained. I have relatively nice skin. I have kinda spectacular eyes(probably the only thing that isn't subjected to just this time). But if my inside was reflected to the outside, people wouldn't give me a second look. And if they did, it would be out of repulsion.
I look in the mirror, and I'm disappointed. I wish that I looked like ME.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
*sigh*
I'm aware that I haven't posted in a long time. I'm also(painfully) aware that all I do is complain on my blog. Unfortch, you're in for some more complaining. However, I'll try to fit some normality in here somewhere.
I don't feel like telling you my love life woes, so I'm not going to tell you. In fact, we're going to pretend that I'm PURPOSELY going on this boy diet, when in reality, it was forced upon me.
School just started up again. Not excited. Also, in the process for applying for colleges, I found out LAST WEEK, that I had to take the GED. *insert ripping hair out and screaming* Needless to say, I *didn't* want to take the stupid test. BUT I took some online tests to prepare myself, and braved the community college yesterday to sign up. Now, the application is due at the LATEST by the 1st of February. Yesterday was the 10th of January. It takes two weeks to get your GED scores. I was going to BARELY scrape it by if i took it Today and tomorrow, or next Tuesday and Wednesday. Problem: I'm going to Veags next Wednesday. Despite the problems, I looked into it anyway. My mom and I had signed up, and they were going over dates. And GUESS when the next available date was? The 8th. Of February. So I explained to the nice lady that I have to take it this week or next. So she gave me the number of another testing center. In the car, I called. They were scheduling the tests for the 24th and 25th of January. Which is when I'm in Vegas.
I was in tears on the way home. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love my family. I love the weather here in NM. BUT I don't have a lot of friends here. And some of my family(most) just doesn't get along with me. And I'm so anxious to go to college, move on with my education, ya know? I want to have music PROFESSORS, not music TEACHERS. I want to dance. I want to sing. I want to perform. I want to learn, with people actually THERE, not online. AND living in Idaho, I'll be so much closer to my friends. Mainly...Casey.
My mother then massaged my hands, and talked to me about interesting things to get my mind off the eminent doom of me staying behind an extra year. We talked about my fathers dysfunctional family, her strange friend who could snap her toes like we can snap our fingers, who is now dead(not to be morbid), and how if I went to college, I'd probably have a boyfriend within a week, so wasn't I glad I was staying home(no, mom, you made it worse. But thankkkssss...), and so on. Then I watched Benny and Joon and ate icecream. Then Layne(my dear dear friend, who I was going to room with) says, "Why don't you call BYU-I admissions and see if you can turn in the application late?" I did it simply to humor her, since I didn't see that happening at all, PERIOD. When I called, they said I could take a test called the COMPASS test, which is actually a ton easier than the GED and you have to take one or the other. And you get test results back in the SAME DAY. Yeah. I can't believe I didn't find out about THAT before...
I am now anxiously awaiting for my sister(or father) to get home with a vehicle so I can run to the bank to deposit money so I can register for the test. They're still not home, and I've been waiting all day...
I don't feel like telling you my love life woes, so I'm not going to tell you. In fact, we're going to pretend that I'm PURPOSELY going on this boy diet, when in reality, it was forced upon me.
School just started up again. Not excited. Also, in the process for applying for colleges, I found out LAST WEEK, that I had to take the GED. *insert ripping hair out and screaming* Needless to say, I *didn't* want to take the stupid test. BUT I took some online tests to prepare myself, and braved the community college yesterday to sign up. Now, the application is due at the LATEST by the 1st of February. Yesterday was the 10th of January. It takes two weeks to get your GED scores. I was going to BARELY scrape it by if i took it Today and tomorrow, or next Tuesday and Wednesday. Problem: I'm going to Veags next Wednesday. Despite the problems, I looked into it anyway. My mom and I had signed up, and they were going over dates. And GUESS when the next available date was? The 8th. Of February. So I explained to the nice lady that I have to take it this week or next. So she gave me the number of another testing center. In the car, I called. They were scheduling the tests for the 24th and 25th of January. Which is when I'm in Vegas.
I was in tears on the way home. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love my family. I love the weather here in NM. BUT I don't have a lot of friends here. And some of my family(most) just doesn't get along with me. And I'm so anxious to go to college, move on with my education, ya know? I want to have music PROFESSORS, not music TEACHERS. I want to dance. I want to sing. I want to perform. I want to learn, with people actually THERE, not online. AND living in Idaho, I'll be so much closer to my friends. Mainly...Casey.
My mother then massaged my hands, and talked to me about interesting things to get my mind off the eminent doom of me staying behind an extra year. We talked about my fathers dysfunctional family, her strange friend who could snap her toes like we can snap our fingers, who is now dead(not to be morbid), and how if I went to college, I'd probably have a boyfriend within a week, so wasn't I glad I was staying home(no, mom, you made it worse. But thankkkssss...), and so on. Then I watched Benny and Joon and ate icecream. Then Layne(my dear dear friend, who I was going to room with) says, "Why don't you call BYU-I admissions and see if you can turn in the application late?" I did it simply to humor her, since I didn't see that happening at all, PERIOD. When I called, they said I could take a test called the COMPASS test, which is actually a ton easier than the GED and you have to take one or the other. And you get test results back in the SAME DAY. Yeah. I can't believe I didn't find out about THAT before...
I am now anxiously awaiting for my sister(or father) to get home with a vehicle so I can run to the bank to deposit money so I can register for the test. They're still not home, and I've been waiting all day...
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