Everything's not always gonna be okay. But it also won't always be bad. You'll hit a super low, rough patch. But eventually, you'll see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Hopefully.
Monday, December 30, 2013
Knock you down
Sometimes you've just gotta take the hand that you got dealt and do the best you can. And sometimes, that hand is great. But for the most part, you get sucky hands dealt to you. And that's just life. You have to buck up, put on your best poker face, and pretend everything's okay.
Saturday, December 21, 2013
But who's fault is it, really?
Have you ever considered that maybe you lead yourself on the most? It's not always the other person behind all of your heartbreak. Some of it, maybe. But certainly not all of it. You start imagining yourself with that person, imagining a future, things you can do together, and you've lead yourself on. You've put yourself in a position where you now expect something much more than the other party was ready to give you, because you lead yourself on.
I'm guilty of this. On so many accounts. It's not something you can just prevent or stop. It's not a conscious decision. But one day, you'll realize that you've put yourself in this position and there's no going back. And you continue leading yourself on, because it's harder to stop. And so you just keep digging yourself deeper and deeper into this hole of despair.
And it's your fault.
I don't think a lot of people realize the lack of a choice there is behind this. I don't think any miserable person thinks, "Ya know, I'd really like to lead myself on and imagine my life with this person that is no longer in my life. Yeah. Sounds good." and it's not even a conscious decision to think about said person. It just happens, the end, no exceptions.
We lead ourselves on more than others lead us on. We imagine feelings and situations that aren't there. You can say, "I think he broke up with his girlfriend, I think he's available" as much as you want, and you'll start to believe, start to hope. And then you'll have something confirm that you're wrong, or something you've been ignoring will become more self evident, and you'll be hit with this wall of despair. And it's not their fault.
It's yours.
We get ourselves in these situations. No one else did. And now that you're in this situation, you just have to deal with it. You have to deal with the fruitless hoping, and then the crash afterwards. And that's just life.
Because we lead ourselves on.
And I say this simply because we need to stop blaming others for our pain. We can't be mad at someone else because we're stuck on them. That person is doing NOTHING to keep you feeling those things. Their existence in the past is all that it takes, and now it's too late.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Nothing is skin deep
"You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they're as dull as a brick? Then there's other people, when you meet them you think, "Not bad, they're okay," and then you get to know them and...and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality's written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful."
I was talking to one of the teachers at my school this morning after my Oral Exam was over. We started talking about my roommates and how we'd gotten through the first few months of living together. We spent a good 20-30 minutes talking about expectations, love languages, personality types, and communication. And right before I left I said something along the lines of, "I'm so blessed to have the roommates that I have. I've grown to love them way more than I ever expected to."
As you get to know someone, your vision of them evolves. If I look back at memories of my roommates when I first met them 4 months ago, the people that they seem to be are entirely different.
When I saw them before, I saw them as a stranger saw them. I saw Mariah's blonde hair, positive attitude, and sweet smile. I saw Bonnie's short 5'2" body, her bubbly/giggly personality, and huge eyes. 4 months later, I see such entirely different things when I see them. Because we've gone through so much. Those girls were incredibly beautiful when I met them. But to me, they are so much more beautiful. I've seen them cry, pee their pants laughing, stuffing their faces, seen the conflicts with family members, watched them struggle with school. And, somehow more importantly, they've seen me through the same things. They've seen me get my heart broken, heard me swear(sorry girls), had to endure me talking about my boyfriend for hours on end, seen me shove 21 grapes in my mouth(multiple times).
When I look at Mariah, I still see her blonde hair, her sweet smile, her positive attitude. But now I see the reason for that attitude. I see how in love she is with the gospel. I see how devoted she is to those that she loves. I see her for a fraction of the amazing woman that she is. When I look at Bonnie, I still see her curly brown hair, huge eyes, giggles, and tiny body. But now I see the huge personality to go with that tiny body. I see what a strength she is to all those around her. I see her for the comfort I've seen her give almost anyone that's walked through our doors. I see her for her automatic acceptance and love for everyone she meets. I see a glimpse of the wonderful person she is.
I can't imagine seeing these girls any other way. They've become so incredibly beautiful to me, somehow moreso than when we first met.
I didn't mean to turn this into a roommate appreciation post. But, I seriously love my roommates. They've been there with me during my absolute darkest days. They've seen me through so much, and refrained from judging. They've wiped my tears, rolled their eyes at my lame tractor jokes, and listened patiently as I get off on HUGE tangents when I tell stories(Really. You needed to know which direction Midway is).
People are so beautiful. There is not an ugly person out there. You just have to look past the surface to see how incredibly beautiful everyone is. This is definitely something I need to work on. I see people, judge them, and then dismiss them. The last few months have definitely taught me the value of getting to know people and looking past what is blatantly obvious. I want people to give me that same chance. I don't want people to see me, think I'm not worth their time, and pass over me. If I see the beauty in others, I can begin to see the beauty in myself.
I was talking to one of the teachers at my school this morning after my Oral Exam was over. We started talking about my roommates and how we'd gotten through the first few months of living together. We spent a good 20-30 minutes talking about expectations, love languages, personality types, and communication. And right before I left I said something along the lines of, "I'm so blessed to have the roommates that I have. I've grown to love them way more than I ever expected to."
As you get to know someone, your vision of them evolves. If I look back at memories of my roommates when I first met them 4 months ago, the people that they seem to be are entirely different.
When I saw them before, I saw them as a stranger saw them. I saw Mariah's blonde hair, positive attitude, and sweet smile. I saw Bonnie's short 5'2" body, her bubbly/giggly personality, and huge eyes. 4 months later, I see such entirely different things when I see them. Because we've gone through so much. Those girls were incredibly beautiful when I met them. But to me, they are so much more beautiful. I've seen them cry, pee their pants laughing, stuffing their faces, seen the conflicts with family members, watched them struggle with school. And, somehow more importantly, they've seen me through the same things. They've seen me get my heart broken, heard me swear(sorry girls), had to endure me talking about my boyfriend for hours on end, seen me shove 21 grapes in my mouth(multiple times).
When I look at Mariah, I still see her blonde hair, her sweet smile, her positive attitude. But now I see the reason for that attitude. I see how in love she is with the gospel. I see how devoted she is to those that she loves. I see her for a fraction of the amazing woman that she is. When I look at Bonnie, I still see her curly brown hair, huge eyes, giggles, and tiny body. But now I see the huge personality to go with that tiny body. I see what a strength she is to all those around her. I see her for the comfort I've seen her give almost anyone that's walked through our doors. I see her for her automatic acceptance and love for everyone she meets. I see a glimpse of the wonderful person she is.
I can't imagine seeing these girls any other way. They've become so incredibly beautiful to me, somehow moreso than when we first met.
I didn't mean to turn this into a roommate appreciation post. But, I seriously love my roommates. They've been there with me during my absolute darkest days. They've seen me through so much, and refrained from judging. They've wiped my tears, rolled their eyes at my lame tractor jokes, and listened patiently as I get off on HUGE tangents when I tell stories(Really. You needed to know which direction Midway is).
People are so beautiful. There is not an ugly person out there. You just have to look past the surface to see how incredibly beautiful everyone is. This is definitely something I need to work on. I see people, judge them, and then dismiss them. The last few months have definitely taught me the value of getting to know people and looking past what is blatantly obvious. I want people to give me that same chance. I don't want people to see me, think I'm not worth their time, and pass over me. If I see the beauty in others, I can begin to see the beauty in myself.
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| I seriously love my roommates. |
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Hey, I've never met you, let's become best friends
Okay, this is another one of those topics that I probably post about way too often. But this is something that is on my mind a TON, and I keep getting little reminders of it.
5 months ago, I had a random conversation with a friend of mine while I was at work. It was just like every other night when I'd get bored and text him. He happened to mention a friend of his that was moving to SLC, where I was planning on moving, and I realized that it was someone I knew. The very next day, a friend of mine mentioned to another girl that I was planning on moving to SLC. These two girls became my roommates a few short months later.
Bonnie pressured me into going to a ward game night 3 months ago, which I desperately didn't want to go to. I had a random conversation with a guy I didn't know, and he ended up becoming one of my best friends. And through him, I met SO many other people that have become so close to my heart.
A month ago, I asked a random guy I'd only spoken with a few times to go to the Sadie Hawkins dance. He has become one of my and my roommates best friends since this time.
I had a random conversation with a girl in my ward last week, and we started talking about my dissatisfaction with my job, and from that I now have a new job.
Seriously. From the randomest situations, the most wonderful things come to fruition. You don't meet someone and think "I bet they'll be my husband", but sometimes that happens. It's random, and it doesn't make sense. There are all these circumstantial things, outside of our power, that are so amazing. It's so reassuring to know that there's someone out there, placing these people in my path, looking out for me, knowing exactly what I need to help me through that point in my life.
Sometimes it's hard to just let it go, and trust that everything happens for a reason. Life throws you curveballs, but it's never more than you can handle. Sometimes, a lot of the time, it does feel like it's gotten past the breaking point. There have been plenty of times where I feel at my wits end, ready to just give up, especially in the past month.
But then I'll remember all of the blessings I have, all the amazing people that I've been blessed with, because of insignificant little moments, and I remember that it'll all work out. There will be other random moments in the future that will introduce me to people to help me through new hardships.
5 months ago, I had a random conversation with a friend of mine while I was at work. It was just like every other night when I'd get bored and text him. He happened to mention a friend of his that was moving to SLC, where I was planning on moving, and I realized that it was someone I knew. The very next day, a friend of mine mentioned to another girl that I was planning on moving to SLC. These two girls became my roommates a few short months later.
Bonnie pressured me into going to a ward game night 3 months ago, which I desperately didn't want to go to. I had a random conversation with a guy I didn't know, and he ended up becoming one of my best friends. And through him, I met SO many other people that have become so close to my heart.
A month ago, I asked a random guy I'd only spoken with a few times to go to the Sadie Hawkins dance. He has become one of my and my roommates best friends since this time.
I had a random conversation with a girl in my ward last week, and we started talking about my dissatisfaction with my job, and from that I now have a new job.
Seriously. From the randomest situations, the most wonderful things come to fruition. You don't meet someone and think "I bet they'll be my husband", but sometimes that happens. It's random, and it doesn't make sense. There are all these circumstantial things, outside of our power, that are so amazing. It's so reassuring to know that there's someone out there, placing these people in my path, looking out for me, knowing exactly what I need to help me through that point in my life.
Sometimes it's hard to just let it go, and trust that everything happens for a reason. Life throws you curveballs, but it's never more than you can handle. Sometimes, a lot of the time, it does feel like it's gotten past the breaking point. There have been plenty of times where I feel at my wits end, ready to just give up, especially in the past month.
But then I'll remember all of the blessings I have, all the amazing people that I've been blessed with, because of insignificant little moments, and I remember that it'll all work out. There will be other random moments in the future that will introduce me to people to help me through new hardships.
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| Seriously blessed to have this girl so I don't have to walk to church alone. |
Friday, December 6, 2013
A hilarious series of unfortunate events
Disclaimer: The chances of you finding humor in this post are pretty small.
Once upon a time I decided to ask Bonnie on a roomie date. A girls night of sorts. And when I do something, I go big or go home. So I had a big evening planned. Dinner at home, jamba juice, the planetarium, the jingle bus, and then some hot chocolate before we walked through the lights at temple square on our way home. However. Almost everything that could hilariously go wrong, did.
Dinner went off without a hitch. Looking back at it(even though it was only a few hours ago) we are shocked that nothing went wrong with dinner.
After eating, we bundle up(three coats each...it's freezing out there) and head to Jamba Juice. Now, about 3 weeks ago when I started planning this ordeal, I bought a groupon for Jamba Juice. So we head to our nearest Jamba Juice. And upon getting there, we are informed that they don't have "the software" to accept our groupon. So we pull up directions to the nearest Jamba Juice, in Sugarhouse. We leave, and Bonnie mixes up the directions. Twice. And then when we're roughly 30 seconds away, we get lost and spend another 5 minutes getting back to the right road.
This is where it gets really interesting. We spent probably 30 minutes trying to get access to my groupon/them trying to accept it. We ended up walking to Barnes and Noble to use their wifi. While we waited for it to load, we went up the escalators because Bonnie insisted. And one of us said something funny enough to make Bonnie almost pee her pants. And then, when we finally get it to work, the man behind the counter(who does not speak English very well) says to Bonnie, "Your smile..it reminds me of my ex....sister-in-law". However, he took a long enough pause that we were sure he was going to say "ex-wife" and so we ended up laughing uncomfortably as he made our smoothies.
The whole smoothie ordeal took almost an hour and a half. Most of that was spent trying to get wifi to open the GPS. It's about time one of us gets a smart phone....
We head back to the apartment to park the car so we can head to the Planetarium. Which was an ordeal in itself. As we were walking to the trax station, Bonnie got seriously freaked because someone walked towards her and lets say it put us in tears, laughing. We were laughing SO much at this point, that I started telling somewhat depressing stories to prevent anyone from peeing their pants. And basically the moment I finished the story, Bonnie found something to laugh at...
We get on the train...however. We got on the green line. Instead of the blue line. Which isn't usually a problem. Except we ended up going the wrong direction a little bit. Normally, trax would let us off DIRECTLY in front of the Planetarium. But it took us the opposite direction, so we had to walk 3 blocks in 8 degree weather to get there.
The Planetarium went smoothly, until we were about to leave. We were starting to think that our luck was turning good. But then we walk into the bathroom. And the janitor is standing in the bathroom. Which wouldn't be a problem. Except he has his hands in the back of his pants. So we just stand there for a minute, not sure of what to say. And then he turns around and says hi, and we ask to use the bathroom. As we're trying to put our many layers back on before leaving said bathroom, I accidentally placed one of my coats under the automatic soap dispenser. Hilarity ensued. And the janitor opened the door about 5 times in the few minutes it took us to wash our hands and layer back up, and each time he seemed so surprised to see us in the bathroom. Like, what, did you expect us to evaporate?
Luckily for us, the trip home was uneventful. We caught the train just as it pulled into the station, we stopped at Starbucks, decided to forego the jingle bus, as we were tuckered out, and walked through temple square. We only stopped about every 5 feet so Bonnie could take pictures. ;)
Again, if you managed to read through this post without thinking we were some of the most boring people on the planet...I hope you enjoyed yourself? I guess?
"Your smile...reminds me of my ex.....sister-in-law."
B: "Just so you know, that's the InstaCare, right there."
A: "Is that like Urgent Care?"
B: "No, it's InstaCare."
A: "Yeah, but is that like the ER? Or what?"
B: "No. It's like the Emergency Room."
A: "...that's what the ER is..."
"Is the temple in our selfie?!"
"We could have our smoothies, be back in the car, and on the way to the planetarium if we had a smart phone!"
B: "Are we going to the Unitarium?!"
A: "...what."
A: "!! I scratched my forehead!"
B: "...and I licked my finger...?"
A: "This is serious. Not like, itched it. Like, bleeding scratched it."
Once upon a time I decided to ask Bonnie on a roomie date. A girls night of sorts. And when I do something, I go big or go home. So I had a big evening planned. Dinner at home, jamba juice, the planetarium, the jingle bus, and then some hot chocolate before we walked through the lights at temple square on our way home. However. Almost everything that could hilariously go wrong, did.
Dinner went off without a hitch. Looking back at it(even though it was only a few hours ago) we are shocked that nothing went wrong with dinner.
After eating, we bundle up(three coats each...it's freezing out there) and head to Jamba Juice. Now, about 3 weeks ago when I started planning this ordeal, I bought a groupon for Jamba Juice. So we head to our nearest Jamba Juice. And upon getting there, we are informed that they don't have "the software" to accept our groupon. So we pull up directions to the nearest Jamba Juice, in Sugarhouse. We leave, and Bonnie mixes up the directions. Twice. And then when we're roughly 30 seconds away, we get lost and spend another 5 minutes getting back to the right road.
This is where it gets really interesting. We spent probably 30 minutes trying to get access to my groupon/them trying to accept it. We ended up walking to Barnes and Noble to use their wifi. While we waited for it to load, we went up the escalators because Bonnie insisted. And one of us said something funny enough to make Bonnie almost pee her pants. And then, when we finally get it to work, the man behind the counter(who does not speak English very well) says to Bonnie, "Your smile..it reminds me of my ex....sister-in-law". However, he took a long enough pause that we were sure he was going to say "ex-wife" and so we ended up laughing uncomfortably as he made our smoothies.
The whole smoothie ordeal took almost an hour and a half. Most of that was spent trying to get wifi to open the GPS. It's about time one of us gets a smart phone....
We head back to the apartment to park the car so we can head to the Planetarium. Which was an ordeal in itself. As we were walking to the trax station, Bonnie got seriously freaked because someone walked towards her and lets say it put us in tears, laughing. We were laughing SO much at this point, that I started telling somewhat depressing stories to prevent anyone from peeing their pants. And basically the moment I finished the story, Bonnie found something to laugh at...
We get on the train...however. We got on the green line. Instead of the blue line. Which isn't usually a problem. Except we ended up going the wrong direction a little bit. Normally, trax would let us off DIRECTLY in front of the Planetarium. But it took us the opposite direction, so we had to walk 3 blocks in 8 degree weather to get there.
The Planetarium went smoothly, until we were about to leave. We were starting to think that our luck was turning good. But then we walk into the bathroom. And the janitor is standing in the bathroom. Which wouldn't be a problem. Except he has his hands in the back of his pants. So we just stand there for a minute, not sure of what to say. And then he turns around and says hi, and we ask to use the bathroom. As we're trying to put our many layers back on before leaving said bathroom, I accidentally placed one of my coats under the automatic soap dispenser. Hilarity ensued. And the janitor opened the door about 5 times in the few minutes it took us to wash our hands and layer back up, and each time he seemed so surprised to see us in the bathroom. Like, what, did you expect us to evaporate?
Luckily for us, the trip home was uneventful. We caught the train just as it pulled into the station, we stopped at Starbucks, decided to forego the jingle bus, as we were tuckered out, and walked through temple square. We only stopped about every 5 feet so Bonnie could take pictures. ;)
Again, if you managed to read through this post without thinking we were some of the most boring people on the planet...I hope you enjoyed yourself? I guess?
"Your smile...reminds me of my ex.....sister-in-law."
B: "Just so you know, that's the InstaCare, right there."
A: "Is that like Urgent Care?"
B: "No, it's InstaCare."
A: "Yeah, but is that like the ER? Or what?"
B: "No. It's like the Emergency Room."
A: "...that's what the ER is..."
"Is the temple in our selfie?!"
"We could have our smoothies, be back in the car, and on the way to the planetarium if we had a smart phone!"
B: "Are we going to the Unitarium?!"
A: "...what."
A: "!! I scratched my forehead!"
B: "...and I licked my finger...?"
A: "This is serious. Not like, itched it. Like, bleeding scratched it."
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| Bundled up on Trax. :) |
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Wait, is this real life?
Everyday, I wake up, and it's like I'm slowly emerging from a body of water. My dreams are still in my mind and it takes a few minutes for me to realize that I'm conscious. It's like, as I wake up, I can see my dream world slipping away slowly, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. Part of me wants to stay in the dreams, because they're comfortable, I can relive good moments. But then part of me longs for me to emerge to consciousness, I can't get there fast enough, because my dreams remind me of the things I'm missing, the reasons I'm sad. It's like I can't win. I want to take things from my subconscious and replace them for the things in my waking life, until I have a comfortable mix of both.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Who cares about outward beauty anyway?
This is something to think on. I feel like I focus more on that fact that I feel like I'm not beautiful on the outside, and I try to fix that. But I need to focus on becoming beautiful on the inside, because that's what's more important.
Outside beauty fades. As I age, my appearance will change, and probably not for the better. So why focus on outer beauty, when I can focus on inner beauty, which won't get wrinkly as I get older?
Be beautiful. Inside. Outside is just a bonus. And besides, happy girls are the prettiest.
Monday, November 11, 2013
Bet you couldn't guess...
1. I say "ya know" like it's going out of style.
2. My love language is gifts. If you've ever received a gift from me, you're one lucky human.
3. I have a tumor in my knee named Ingaborg.
4. I give everyone in my phone a nickname. Like, a ridiculous nickname.
5. When I go on walks alone, I talk to myself.
6. I don't ever share my opinions. If you've ever been in a class with me, you know how bad it is.
7. When I feel like I'm loosing control of my life, I dye my hair.
8. I filled out a punch card at my local froyo/ice cream place within a month of living here...
9. I'm afraid to cook things because I feel like I'll start a fire. This fear started a few months ago...
10. When I go to fast food type restaurants, I take home handfuls of spoons. We always seem to lose them..
11. I have enough taco sauce in my pantry to last through the zombie apocalypse.
12. I think compliments from gay men are the very best.
13. I sing opera in the shower.
14. I also say "Ouch! Wowie! Hot MAMA!" about every single time I get in the shower, because I never fix the temperature until I'm already in the shower...
15. I want to propose to a stranger with a ring pop.
16. I hate when people tell me what I am. Like, let me decide whether I'm an introvert or an extrovert, yeah?
17. I'm an external processor. Until I can talk to someone about something, I can't resolve it.
18. I'm a hardcore Monk-ie.
19. If you insult my dog, I'll have a hard time forgiving you. Seriously.
20. When I cry, my eyes turn this insanely beautiful color.
21. I will probably never allow you to see me cry.
22. I take comfort over being attractive almost 100% of the time.
23. I hate passive aggressive people.
24. When I'm home alone, I jam to Wu Tang Clan and The Killers. #sorrynotsorry
25. Cheesy pickup lines are the way to my heart.
26. Enya makes me so so happy. Blast to the past in the best way possible.
27. If I love you, I'll make/give you food. The more food you receive from me, the more I love you.
28. One of my favorite board games is called "Ulcer".
29. I'd rather spend time with one or two people I care about a lot, than spend time with a TON of people, even if I care about all of them.
30. I want to be Aubrey Caswell when I grow up. Her last name is Taylor now, just btw.
31. I have about a thousand pairs of shoes, and only wear one pair...
32. I can play a grand total of zero sports.
33. I don't think germs are a big deal. I'm roughly the opposite of a germaphobe.
34. If you're a musician, my opinion of you just increased by 50%. Wanna get married? ;)
35. I have changed more diapers than most mothers.
36. My apartment stays at roughly 80 degrees ALL THE TIME, whether our heater is on or not, even though it is FREEZING outside.
37. I can almost lick my elbow.
38. One of my greatest talents is walking and talking simultaneously.
39. I had braces earlier this year.
40. I think the sand and dirt of New Mexico is beautiful. I'll get incredibly angry at you if you argue this.
41. I think Cool Whip is disgusting.
42. If you talk about sharks, I will get sick.
43. I think skinny guys are the best. :)
44. The chances of me trying to get you to play Mexican Horse Race are pretty high.
45. Wreck It Ralph is one of my favorite movies, for nostalgic reasons.
46. If I don't like you, I might call you Orange Biff, or something similar.
47. Sometimes my roommates and I like to pretend to be pregnant.
48. I can't make caramel apples.
49. All I want for Christmas is a camelbak and a pair of good climbing shoes.
50. I super love it when people comment on my blog. ;)
If you knew the majority of this, there's a chance your name is Bonnie...;)
2. My love language is gifts. If you've ever received a gift from me, you're one lucky human.
3. I have a tumor in my knee named Ingaborg.
4. I give everyone in my phone a nickname. Like, a ridiculous nickname.
5. When I go on walks alone, I talk to myself.
6. I don't ever share my opinions. If you've ever been in a class with me, you know how bad it is.
7. When I feel like I'm loosing control of my life, I dye my hair.
8. I filled out a punch card at my local froyo/ice cream place within a month of living here...
9. I'm afraid to cook things because I feel like I'll start a fire. This fear started a few months ago...
10. When I go to fast food type restaurants, I take home handfuls of spoons. We always seem to lose them..
11. I have enough taco sauce in my pantry to last through the zombie apocalypse.
12. I think compliments from gay men are the very best.
13. I sing opera in the shower.
14. I also say "Ouch! Wowie! Hot MAMA!" about every single time I get in the shower, because I never fix the temperature until I'm already in the shower...
15. I want to propose to a stranger with a ring pop.
16. I hate when people tell me what I am. Like, let me decide whether I'm an introvert or an extrovert, yeah?
17. I'm an external processor. Until I can talk to someone about something, I can't resolve it.
18. I'm a hardcore Monk-ie.
19. If you insult my dog, I'll have a hard time forgiving you. Seriously.
20. When I cry, my eyes turn this insanely beautiful color.
21. I will probably never allow you to see me cry.
22. I take comfort over being attractive almost 100% of the time.
23. I hate passive aggressive people.
24. When I'm home alone, I jam to Wu Tang Clan and The Killers. #sorrynotsorry
25. Cheesy pickup lines are the way to my heart.
26. Enya makes me so so happy. Blast to the past in the best way possible.
27. If I love you, I'll make/give you food. The more food you receive from me, the more I love you.
28. One of my favorite board games is called "Ulcer".
29. I'd rather spend time with one or two people I care about a lot, than spend time with a TON of people, even if I care about all of them.
30. I want to be Aubrey Caswell when I grow up. Her last name is Taylor now, just btw.
31. I have about a thousand pairs of shoes, and only wear one pair...
32. I can play a grand total of zero sports.
33. I don't think germs are a big deal. I'm roughly the opposite of a germaphobe.
34. If you're a musician, my opinion of you just increased by 50%. Wanna get married? ;)
35. I have changed more diapers than most mothers.
36. My apartment stays at roughly 80 degrees ALL THE TIME, whether our heater is on or not, even though it is FREEZING outside.
37. I can almost lick my elbow.
38. One of my greatest talents is walking and talking simultaneously.
39. I had braces earlier this year.
40. I think the sand and dirt of New Mexico is beautiful. I'll get incredibly angry at you if you argue this.
41. I think Cool Whip is disgusting.
42. If you talk about sharks, I will get sick.
43. I think skinny guys are the best. :)
44. The chances of me trying to get you to play Mexican Horse Race are pretty high.
45. Wreck It Ralph is one of my favorite movies, for nostalgic reasons.
46. If I don't like you, I might call you Orange Biff, or something similar.
47. Sometimes my roommates and I like to pretend to be pregnant.
48. I can't make caramel apples.
49. All I want for Christmas is a camelbak and a pair of good climbing shoes.
50. I super love it when people comment on my blog. ;)
If you knew the majority of this, there's a chance your name is Bonnie...;)
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Sunday, November 10, 2013
Gratitude is good for the soul
I've been way too negative and depressed as of late, so here's a post about 15 things that have brought me joy in the past few days.
I'm grateful for:
1. The little apartment I live in. Cuz hey, it's a place to live, and it's kinda cute. Sorta.
2. My roommates. Seriously, I could've been given whack job roommates. I mean, we don't get along 100% of the time, but we get along pretty well and I'm sooo grateful for that.
3. Technology. (Que Kip singing his technology song. Napolean Dynamite, my friends) Because seriously, if it weren't for technology, what would I do? I'm able to skype with my family, and the people that I love most. Or I can facetime with my family on Sundays. Or I can call my mom when I'm having a bad day.
4. Bonnie. Hands down, one of the best people in my life right now. She's just the right mix of sweet and motherly. She keeps me in check, but supports me.
5. My job. I know I complain about it a lot, but I really am very grateful for it.
6. Fuzzy blankets. How else am I supposed to stay warm?
7. My dog. Despite what some people say, dogs are incredibly loyal(Shut up, Austin). I've been away from my dog for about 4 months now, and he still goes and sits outside my bedroom door and waits for me. Seriously so blessed.
8. My family. My family seems to have some intuitive knowledge of just when I need them. I'll be having a bad day and then my mom or one of my siblings will call me, or my dad will send me a picture of one of my little siblings snuggling with my dog. I'll come home from a horrid day at work and there will be a package from my family full of pictures and letters from my siblings, gift cards, candy, and food. Or my mom will send me letters with talks from general conference that 100% apply to my life and what I need to hear. I'm so grateful for that.
9. Postal Service. I mean, I might as well mention this. Because the mail man makes me a happy camper quite often.
10. Pandora. Because sometimes I need technology to tell me what I want.
11. Jamba Juice. Because sometimes I need a quick trip out of the apartment with my roommate to lift my spirits.
12. The gospel. Not to be super mormony, but this is what keeps me going.
13. Snap chat. Like, not to mention this right after I mention the gospel, but I have very many memories because of snap chatting and they're funny and all that so I'm mentioning it. No judging.
14. Nice ladies at the gym. This one doesn't need a lot of explanation, at least not here. Just know that it's a funny story.
15. Socks.
I'm grateful for:
1. The little apartment I live in. Cuz hey, it's a place to live, and it's kinda cute. Sorta.
2. My roommates. Seriously, I could've been given whack job roommates. I mean, we don't get along 100% of the time, but we get along pretty well and I'm sooo grateful for that.
3. Technology. (Que Kip singing his technology song. Napolean Dynamite, my friends) Because seriously, if it weren't for technology, what would I do? I'm able to skype with my family, and the people that I love most. Or I can facetime with my family on Sundays. Or I can call my mom when I'm having a bad day.
4. Bonnie. Hands down, one of the best people in my life right now. She's just the right mix of sweet and motherly. She keeps me in check, but supports me.
5. My job. I know I complain about it a lot, but I really am very grateful for it.
6. Fuzzy blankets. How else am I supposed to stay warm?
7. My dog. Despite what some people say, dogs are incredibly loyal(Shut up, Austin). I've been away from my dog for about 4 months now, and he still goes and sits outside my bedroom door and waits for me. Seriously so blessed.
8. My family. My family seems to have some intuitive knowledge of just when I need them. I'll be having a bad day and then my mom or one of my siblings will call me, or my dad will send me a picture of one of my little siblings snuggling with my dog. I'll come home from a horrid day at work and there will be a package from my family full of pictures and letters from my siblings, gift cards, candy, and food. Or my mom will send me letters with talks from general conference that 100% apply to my life and what I need to hear. I'm so grateful for that.
9. Postal Service. I mean, I might as well mention this. Because the mail man makes me a happy camper quite often.
10. Pandora. Because sometimes I need technology to tell me what I want.
11. Jamba Juice. Because sometimes I need a quick trip out of the apartment with my roommate to lift my spirits.
12. The gospel. Not to be super mormony, but this is what keeps me going.
13. Snap chat. Like, not to mention this right after I mention the gospel, but I have very many memories because of snap chatting and they're funny and all that so I'm mentioning it. No judging.
14. Nice ladies at the gym. This one doesn't need a lot of explanation, at least not here. Just know that it's a funny story.
15. Socks.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
"What in the freak just happened?"
You know those times when something so incredibly funny happened, but if you tried to explain it to someone, it wouldn't be funny in the slightest, because it was so in the moment?
That is 100% how my whole night went yesterday.
I was going to tell you all about it. I was. I was going to talk about the delays on the way to the grocery store, the kitchen failures, the disappointment in the movie, throwing apples, and bladder malfunctions. But I feel that it wouldn't be nearly as funny to you as it is to me. So, I'd like to share with you. But I won't. So please just imagine I just told you a horribly funny story and laugh very hard. Basically the same thing.
Feelings, guys. Here are a few.
I'm really grateful for Bonnie. I love her buckets. I was so blessed to be given her as a roommate. She's one of the best people I know and I adore her to bits and pieces. She is the perfect amount of comforting and reprimanding. When I'm having a bad day, she listens, and then makes me affirm myself, and lifts my spirits in a way that I wouldn't expect. Seriously. No one else is ever allowed to have her as a roommate because I'm selfish and I want her for forever.
My mama is one of the very best people on this entire planet, hands down. I have never ever received better advice than what she gives me. She presents things and solutions to my problems in such a light that I wonder why I didn't think of it before, because it's so simple. She gives me so much inspiration and hope.
Brooke, my best friend. If you ever need someone to call and just vent to, and cry, then she's your girl. Except for I'm calling dibs, so you actually can't. Sorry, not sorry.
One last one. I promise I'm almost done. Austin. He's seriously been such an amazing friend and such a source of happiness and comfort since I moved to Utah. I can't even begin to express my gratitude for this guy or how wonderful he is. Everyone he interacts with is a lucky person, because he sees the value in every single person in such an incredible and genuine way, it blows my mind. So so grateful to have him in my life, even though he just moved and that makes me sadder than I could express.
I'd also like to briefly point out that there are a billion other people that I love.
And also, just throwing this out there, but also, apparently I say 'ya know?' too often. What even. I wasn't even aware that I said this until yesterday. And now I catch myself saying it about 50 million times a day. Just thought I'd inform you all, just in case you were curious.
I feel like if I write for too much longer that it would turn into a diary entry, basically, and that's not exactly what this blog is for. So ima shut up now, and snuggle with my lovely roommate Bonnie while watching an episode of Glee. Don't hate.
Sleep well, friends. :)
That is 100% how my whole night went yesterday.
I was going to tell you all about it. I was. I was going to talk about the delays on the way to the grocery store, the kitchen failures, the disappointment in the movie, throwing apples, and bladder malfunctions. But I feel that it wouldn't be nearly as funny to you as it is to me. So, I'd like to share with you. But I won't. So please just imagine I just told you a horribly funny story and laugh very hard. Basically the same thing.
Feelings, guys. Here are a few.
I'm really grateful for Bonnie. I love her buckets. I was so blessed to be given her as a roommate. She's one of the best people I know and I adore her to bits and pieces. She is the perfect amount of comforting and reprimanding. When I'm having a bad day, she listens, and then makes me affirm myself, and lifts my spirits in a way that I wouldn't expect. Seriously. No one else is ever allowed to have her as a roommate because I'm selfish and I want her for forever.
My mama is one of the very best people on this entire planet, hands down. I have never ever received better advice than what she gives me. She presents things and solutions to my problems in such a light that I wonder why I didn't think of it before, because it's so simple. She gives me so much inspiration and hope.
Brooke, my best friend. If you ever need someone to call and just vent to, and cry, then she's your girl. Except for I'm calling dibs, so you actually can't. Sorry, not sorry.
One last one. I promise I'm almost done. Austin. He's seriously been such an amazing friend and such a source of happiness and comfort since I moved to Utah. I can't even begin to express my gratitude for this guy or how wonderful he is. Everyone he interacts with is a lucky person, because he sees the value in every single person in such an incredible and genuine way, it blows my mind. So so grateful to have him in my life, even though he just moved and that makes me sadder than I could express.
I'd also like to briefly point out that there are a billion other people that I love.
And also, just throwing this out there, but also, apparently I say 'ya know?' too often. What even. I wasn't even aware that I said this until yesterday. And now I catch myself saying it about 50 million times a day. Just thought I'd inform you all, just in case you were curious.
I feel like if I write for too much longer that it would turn into a diary entry, basically, and that's not exactly what this blog is for. So ima shut up now, and snuggle with my lovely roommate Bonnie while watching an episode of Glee. Don't hate.
Sleep well, friends. :)
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Words have so much weight
That last post complaining about work was a little bit, uh, not nice. So here's a post for the not mean side of me.
Thank you to that guy who called me "The girl with the carrot colored hair". I found it endearing and adorable.
Thank you to the little girl who bought a hairbrush with all change. It was cute cuz you were little and so sweet.
Thank you to the same little girl, who told me how pretty I was as I counted her nickels.
Thank you to the dance instructor who told me I was as skinny as his dancers.
Thank you to the gay man who told me my jeans made my butt look good.
Thank you to the lady who adored my pants.
Thank you to the two older ladies who went on about how great my cardigan was for at least 30 seconds.
Thank you to the man who complimented my work ethic as I helped him search for a jacket he wanted.
Thank you to the woman who said I have a great fashion sense.
Thank you to the older man who said I have the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen.
Thank you to the lady who said I have a perfect face.
Thank you to the group of girls who loved my hair color.
Thank you to everyone that complimented me that one day I wore my grey hairband.
Thank you to that sweet girl that said she loved the way my hair curled.
Thank you to the transvestite that told me I could rock combat boots like no other.
Thank you to his friend for telling me that I have nice ankles.
Thank you to that nice gay couple who said they loved my blue tights.
Thank you to my manager Scott for always complimenting me on my choices of jewelry.
Thank you for everyone that never says mean things on days where I woke up late.
Thank you to the two nice volleyball girls that didn't say anything when I was sobbing at work yesterday.
Thank you to the two other volleyball girls who gave me tissues and asked what was wrong when I was sobbing at work.
Thank you to the nice lady who said I was the most helpful person ever.
Thank you to the lady who brought a whole loaf of french bread into the dressing room with her. Because that was seriously the funniest thing I'd seen in a long time.
Thank you to my friends who come and visit me at work. Just had to add that cuz it always puts a smile on my face.
Thank you to that guy who called me "The girl with the carrot colored hair". I found it endearing and adorable.
Thank you to the little girl who bought a hairbrush with all change. It was cute cuz you were little and so sweet.
Thank you to the same little girl, who told me how pretty I was as I counted her nickels.
Thank you to the dance instructor who told me I was as skinny as his dancers.
Thank you to the gay man who told me my jeans made my butt look good.
Thank you to the lady who adored my pants.
Thank you to the two older ladies who went on about how great my cardigan was for at least 30 seconds.
Thank you to the man who complimented my work ethic as I helped him search for a jacket he wanted.
Thank you to the woman who said I have a great fashion sense.
Thank you to the older man who said I have the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen.
Thank you to the lady who said I have a perfect face.
Thank you to the group of girls who loved my hair color.
Thank you to everyone that complimented me that one day I wore my grey hairband.
Thank you to that sweet girl that said she loved the way my hair curled.
Thank you to the transvestite that told me I could rock combat boots like no other.
Thank you to his friend for telling me that I have nice ankles.
Thank you to that nice gay couple who said they loved my blue tights.
Thank you to my manager Scott for always complimenting me on my choices of jewelry.
Thank you for everyone that never says mean things on days where I woke up late.
Thank you to the two nice volleyball girls that didn't say anything when I was sobbing at work yesterday.
Thank you to the two other volleyball girls who gave me tissues and asked what was wrong when I was sobbing at work.
Thank you to the nice lady who said I was the most helpful person ever.
Thank you to the lady who brought a whole loaf of french bread into the dressing room with her. Because that was seriously the funniest thing I'd seen in a long time.
Thank you to my friends who come and visit me at work. Just had to add that cuz it always puts a smile on my face.
25 Reasons why I want you to stop shopping
Or at least, be nicer about it.
There are a lot of reasons that I don't really like my job. A lot of the problems I had with my job originally have sorted themselves out the longer I've worked there. But. This post is mainly to complain about my job. So. If you're tired of me complaining or you work retail and you LOVE it(please see some help), then read no further.
I'm a Sales Associate at Forever 21. Not just any Forever 21, but a HUGE one. The one from back home is about a quarter of the size of this place. And there's another one in town as well that's still about a quarter of the size. I mean, this place is HUGE. The size of the place is one of the reasons I don't like my job. But. The main reason my job drives me up the wall is the people.
If you're one of these people, just stop.
1. The "I need this off the mannequin right now" people. Okay. I understand that you desperately want that shirt with a picture of a cat on it. But there are rules I have to follow. So can you hold on to your horses for like, 10 minutes while I follow protocol and get the shirt for you?
2. "Now you need to come find me!!" This bugs me so much. I spent forever undressing and redressing a mannequin for you, and now you've disappeared? Don't get mad if I put it on a rack and you come asking for it in 30 minutes and someone else snatched it up.
3. "Actually, I don't want this." You don't have to buy everything you pick up. But if you're gonna make a big hassel out of getting those overalls, and then you change your mind? I'm gonna be peeved. Especially if you throw a stink and you're rude.
4. "What do you mean you can't take that off the mannequin in the window?" Okay. There are a few rules, and I have to follow them. And one such rule is that there are not allowed to be naked mannequins in the window, even for a short period of time. So if you want a jacket that's on a mannequin facing the window, you're out of luck. Find a similar one.
5. "I just bought this upstairs, but I want to return it now." REALLY!? You know that now I have to wait 5 minutes for a manager to come downstairs and authorize this return, and you don't get money back. You want an exchange? Why didn't you finish your shopping before you checked out?
6. "I just bought this, but there's a small rip right here. Find me a new one to exchange it with." There have been instances where seriously half the associates are combing the store, looking for a stupid leather dress in a size small because we only have one left because yours wasn't adequate and someone misfiled it. Seriously. Either take the 10% discount for the damage, or look for the new dress yourself. That rip was tiny. Invest in a sewing machine.
7. "Can you order that for me online?" No. I can't.
8. "Are you sure you don't have any left? I think there's probably more. Are you really sure?" Yes. I just checked the inventory. That pair of boots is the last pair. Take it or leave it.
9. "Why can't I take this pair of earrings into the dressing room?!" Why can't you shut up.
10. "Only 6 items? Really?" Look, I'm not saying you can't try them on. Just put them on the back of the door and swap them out. It's not a big deal. You just have to open the door in a minute. Chill.
11. "Can my friend come in the dressing room with me? Please? Just this once?" No. I don't know what ya'll are gonna do, but no. There's one next door. Snap chat each other from separate rooms or sumthin.
12. "Can you have them send this same item over from another store so I can pick it up at this store?" Uhm...no.
13. "I brought 50 items into the dressing room and I'm not gonna buy a single one." Thanks. I wanted to reorganize all of that. Thank you so much.
14. "I just wanted to try these on for fun." Okay. Seriously. If you are going to try on THAT MUCH STUFF on a SATURDAY, please just buy it. Please.
15. "Find this item." Do you have the SKU code for me? No? Okay. Well, find this item yourself. I don't even know if this store carries it. Because we don't have the code.
16. "Here are 50 pictures of items my daughter wants me to buy. Find them. It's okay if they're not exact." If it's so okay if they're not the exact item, why won't you accept this other shirt that's almost identical? You're the straight male here. Come on. You don't even know what a peplum is. Just take the shirt. I searched 20 minutes for it.
17. "Is there anyway I could get a room right next to my friend?" I'd like to say yes. But seeing as there are no fitting rooms open next to each other, I'm gonna have to say no.
18. "So, I saw this shirt at H&M...and I was hoping you'd have it." Does this look like H&M?
19. Also, people. We're not your personal shoppers. We each have different styles. We don't know you. So if you ask me to find a shirt that will go with a specific pair of pants, I can tell you what I would pair with it. If you don't like that, then I'm sorry.
20. WE ARE PEOPLE TOO. Before I worked retail, I kinda viewed Sales Associates as objects. It happens. You don't know them or their lives. They're just random people with fake smiles trying to convince you to buy stuff. I get it. I've been in your shoes. But we're just trying to make ends meet and this is the only place that would hire us so would you please stop yelling because I can't find that earring?
21. Please don't look at me like that when I ask you if you'd like to get a $1.80 cami when you're checking out. I'm kinda obligated to ask. Just say no, give me money, and you can go on your merry little way and get a cami elsewhere.
22. Does it look like I'm a model? No. I shop in the Basics section of this store. It's where I get my spandex shorts and my t shirts. If you want advice on yoga pants and basic denim, I'm your girl. You want advice on bandeau's and acid wash jeans? Look elsewhere, like, I dunno, the girl who works in that section.
23. I've mentioned that the store is HUGE. I don't know the EXACT LOCATION OF EVERY SHIRT. We may get lucky occasionally and I'll know exactly where the slutty black dress with the cutouts is, but 9 times out of 10 I'm gonna have to ask multiple other sales associates for help, and chances are that you're gonna have to search for it too.
24. I'm a SALES Associate. So please don't take any advice I say seriously. It's my JOB to make you buy stuff. If my boss notices that I make a lot of sales, I get scheduled more, my paycheck gets bigger, and I'll move up in the food chain. So, unless you're my friend, the chances of me LOVING that sweater are about 50%. No, of course those leggings look GREAT on you. Yeah, I DEFINITELY buy all my jackets a size too big, don't even worry about it. Yup, I have one of these headbands in every color and I wear them ALLLL the time. Come on people. I'm sorry for lying to you but that's sorta my job. Our word is not law.
25. Just smile. Be nice. Seriously, there are some people who come into work and they compliment me on something and they're super sweet and they're an overall nice customer and I remember those customers and they make me happy. I could list specifics even, of customers that I've loved, because they were so great. If you're nice and all that, I will gladly walk around with you and make small talk while I help you search for the red fur vest you want for who knows why. Just be nice about it.
There are a lot of reasons that I don't really like my job. A lot of the problems I had with my job originally have sorted themselves out the longer I've worked there. But. This post is mainly to complain about my job. So. If you're tired of me complaining or you work retail and you LOVE it(please see some help), then read no further.
I'm a Sales Associate at Forever 21. Not just any Forever 21, but a HUGE one. The one from back home is about a quarter of the size of this place. And there's another one in town as well that's still about a quarter of the size. I mean, this place is HUGE. The size of the place is one of the reasons I don't like my job. But. The main reason my job drives me up the wall is the people.
If you're one of these people, just stop.
1. The "I need this off the mannequin right now" people. Okay. I understand that you desperately want that shirt with a picture of a cat on it. But there are rules I have to follow. So can you hold on to your horses for like, 10 minutes while I follow protocol and get the shirt for you?
2. "Now you need to come find me!!" This bugs me so much. I spent forever undressing and redressing a mannequin for you, and now you've disappeared? Don't get mad if I put it on a rack and you come asking for it in 30 minutes and someone else snatched it up.
3. "Actually, I don't want this." You don't have to buy everything you pick up. But if you're gonna make a big hassel out of getting those overalls, and then you change your mind? I'm gonna be peeved. Especially if you throw a stink and you're rude.
4. "What do you mean you can't take that off the mannequin in the window?" Okay. There are a few rules, and I have to follow them. And one such rule is that there are not allowed to be naked mannequins in the window, even for a short period of time. So if you want a jacket that's on a mannequin facing the window, you're out of luck. Find a similar one.
5. "I just bought this upstairs, but I want to return it now." REALLY!? You know that now I have to wait 5 minutes for a manager to come downstairs and authorize this return, and you don't get money back. You want an exchange? Why didn't you finish your shopping before you checked out?
6. "I just bought this, but there's a small rip right here. Find me a new one to exchange it with." There have been instances where seriously half the associates are combing the store, looking for a stupid leather dress in a size small because we only have one left because yours wasn't adequate and someone misfiled it. Seriously. Either take the 10% discount for the damage, or look for the new dress yourself. That rip was tiny. Invest in a sewing machine.
7. "Can you order that for me online?" No. I can't.
8. "Are you sure you don't have any left? I think there's probably more. Are you really sure?" Yes. I just checked the inventory. That pair of boots is the last pair. Take it or leave it.
9. "Why can't I take this pair of earrings into the dressing room?!" Why can't you shut up.
10. "Only 6 items? Really?" Look, I'm not saying you can't try them on. Just put them on the back of the door and swap them out. It's not a big deal. You just have to open the door in a minute. Chill.
11. "Can my friend come in the dressing room with me? Please? Just this once?" No. I don't know what ya'll are gonna do, but no. There's one next door. Snap chat each other from separate rooms or sumthin.
12. "Can you have them send this same item over from another store so I can pick it up at this store?" Uhm...no.
13. "I brought 50 items into the dressing room and I'm not gonna buy a single one." Thanks. I wanted to reorganize all of that. Thank you so much.
14. "I just wanted to try these on for fun." Okay. Seriously. If you are going to try on THAT MUCH STUFF on a SATURDAY, please just buy it. Please.
15. "Find this item." Do you have the SKU code for me? No? Okay. Well, find this item yourself. I don't even know if this store carries it. Because we don't have the code.
16. "Here are 50 pictures of items my daughter wants me to buy. Find them. It's okay if they're not exact." If it's so okay if they're not the exact item, why won't you accept this other shirt that's almost identical? You're the straight male here. Come on. You don't even know what a peplum is. Just take the shirt. I searched 20 minutes for it.
17. "Is there anyway I could get a room right next to my friend?" I'd like to say yes. But seeing as there are no fitting rooms open next to each other, I'm gonna have to say no.
18. "So, I saw this shirt at H&M...and I was hoping you'd have it." Does this look like H&M?
19. Also, people. We're not your personal shoppers. We each have different styles. We don't know you. So if you ask me to find a shirt that will go with a specific pair of pants, I can tell you what I would pair with it. If you don't like that, then I'm sorry.
20. WE ARE PEOPLE TOO. Before I worked retail, I kinda viewed Sales Associates as objects. It happens. You don't know them or their lives. They're just random people with fake smiles trying to convince you to buy stuff. I get it. I've been in your shoes. But we're just trying to make ends meet and this is the only place that would hire us so would you please stop yelling because I can't find that earring?
21. Please don't look at me like that when I ask you if you'd like to get a $1.80 cami when you're checking out. I'm kinda obligated to ask. Just say no, give me money, and you can go on your merry little way and get a cami elsewhere.
22. Does it look like I'm a model? No. I shop in the Basics section of this store. It's where I get my spandex shorts and my t shirts. If you want advice on yoga pants and basic denim, I'm your girl. You want advice on bandeau's and acid wash jeans? Look elsewhere, like, I dunno, the girl who works in that section.
23. I've mentioned that the store is HUGE. I don't know the EXACT LOCATION OF EVERY SHIRT. We may get lucky occasionally and I'll know exactly where the slutty black dress with the cutouts is, but 9 times out of 10 I'm gonna have to ask multiple other sales associates for help, and chances are that you're gonna have to search for it too.
24. I'm a SALES Associate. So please don't take any advice I say seriously. It's my JOB to make you buy stuff. If my boss notices that I make a lot of sales, I get scheduled more, my paycheck gets bigger, and I'll move up in the food chain. So, unless you're my friend, the chances of me LOVING that sweater are about 50%. No, of course those leggings look GREAT on you. Yeah, I DEFINITELY buy all my jackets a size too big, don't even worry about it. Yup, I have one of these headbands in every color and I wear them ALLLL the time. Come on people. I'm sorry for lying to you but that's sorta my job. Our word is not law.
25. Just smile. Be nice. Seriously, there are some people who come into work and they compliment me on something and they're super sweet and they're an overall nice customer and I remember those customers and they make me happy. I could list specifics even, of customers that I've loved, because they were so great. If you're nice and all that, I will gladly walk around with you and make small talk while I help you search for the red fur vest you want for who knows why. Just be nice about it.
Monday, October 21, 2013
"Life makes love look hard". Or, makes everything look hard...
"It's killing me to see you go, after all this time."
Life is one of those confusing things no one really understands, like a person that enjoys eating mayonnaise out of the jar. It just doesn't make sense.
Have you ever sat and just thought about how circumstantial everything is? Like, if you hadn't made ONE decision to go to a certain party, you never would've met your spouse. I think about this all the time. My life is full of circumstantial events that led me to the people that I love and the places that I am.
If my Young Women leaders hadn't advised me to go to the Recognition Dinner when I was 13, I wouldn't have met my best friend.
If my mom hadn't been SOOOO into TJEd when I was younger, I wouldn't have found Williamsburg Academy, and I wouldn't know ANY of these amazing people that I associate with.
If I hadn't been forced into going to YFF 2 years ago, I wouldn't have been led to meet so many people that have changed my life. In fact, I'm not even sure I would be alive. I also wouldn't have met my roommates.
If I hadn't been pressured into going to game night a few months ago, I wouldn't have met one of my best friends.
Outside forces. I didn't want to participate in any of those activities, but good things came from each and every one. I was put in uncomfortable situations that pushed me outside my comfort zone and I'm a better person for it, and I know amazing people that are such a blessing to me.
A bad day isn't a bad life. That's something I constantly have to remind myself. Just because I have days where I want to throw in the towel, doesn't mean that I have a bad life. In fact, I don't really have a right to be unhappy with my life. There are so many people with so much less than me. It doesn't really matter how unhappy I am, my life ain't half bad and I should be grateful for what I've got. I can whine and complain all I want. I can say "If I only lived in New Mexico still, I'd be happy" or "If I had my dog, I'd still be happy" or even "If I could just meet the person I'm supposed to marry, I'd be happy" and NONE of that would mean I could be happy. Was I happy in New Mexico? No. I had my dog earlier this year, and was I happy? No. I can either choose to be happy or not, no matter my circumstances.
That being sad, it's okay to have bad days. I think you're allowed to have a day when you sit in your bed in your pajamas, wallowing a little bit, and crying. It's okay to not always be happy. But then that day ends and you need to let that bad day be in the past. Still working on that last part.
Most of my posts don't make a lot of coherent sense, and that's probably because I let my mind wander as I write and I have a lot of conflicting opinions. I have flawed logic.
I guess my point is this. Everything is circumstantial. But what you choose to do with those circumstances is yours. You can have horrible circumstances but be incredibly happy, and vice versa. And that's where one of the biggest flaws of society is, in my opinion. A lot of people think that it's all circumstances. But it's not. You decide how you deal with those circumstances.
Have a good day, ya'll. Or have a bad day. It's up to you. Me? I'm gonna continue having a not-so-great day, and I'm gonna go get ice cream with my roommate.
Life is one of those confusing things no one really understands, like a person that enjoys eating mayonnaise out of the jar. It just doesn't make sense.
Have you ever sat and just thought about how circumstantial everything is? Like, if you hadn't made ONE decision to go to a certain party, you never would've met your spouse. I think about this all the time. My life is full of circumstantial events that led me to the people that I love and the places that I am.
If my Young Women leaders hadn't advised me to go to the Recognition Dinner when I was 13, I wouldn't have met my best friend.
If my mom hadn't been SOOOO into TJEd when I was younger, I wouldn't have found Williamsburg Academy, and I wouldn't know ANY of these amazing people that I associate with.
If I hadn't been forced into going to YFF 2 years ago, I wouldn't have been led to meet so many people that have changed my life. In fact, I'm not even sure I would be alive. I also wouldn't have met my roommates.
If I hadn't been pressured into going to game night a few months ago, I wouldn't have met one of my best friends.
Outside forces. I didn't want to participate in any of those activities, but good things came from each and every one. I was put in uncomfortable situations that pushed me outside my comfort zone and I'm a better person for it, and I know amazing people that are such a blessing to me.
A bad day isn't a bad life. That's something I constantly have to remind myself. Just because I have days where I want to throw in the towel, doesn't mean that I have a bad life. In fact, I don't really have a right to be unhappy with my life. There are so many people with so much less than me. It doesn't really matter how unhappy I am, my life ain't half bad and I should be grateful for what I've got. I can whine and complain all I want. I can say "If I only lived in New Mexico still, I'd be happy" or "If I had my dog, I'd still be happy" or even "If I could just meet the person I'm supposed to marry, I'd be happy" and NONE of that would mean I could be happy. Was I happy in New Mexico? No. I had my dog earlier this year, and was I happy? No. I can either choose to be happy or not, no matter my circumstances.
That being sad, it's okay to have bad days. I think you're allowed to have a day when you sit in your bed in your pajamas, wallowing a little bit, and crying. It's okay to not always be happy. But then that day ends and you need to let that bad day be in the past. Still working on that last part.
Most of my posts don't make a lot of coherent sense, and that's probably because I let my mind wander as I write and I have a lot of conflicting opinions. I have flawed logic.
I guess my point is this. Everything is circumstantial. But what you choose to do with those circumstances is yours. You can have horrible circumstances but be incredibly happy, and vice versa. And that's where one of the biggest flaws of society is, in my opinion. A lot of people think that it's all circumstances. But it's not. You decide how you deal with those circumstances.
Have a good day, ya'll. Or have a bad day. It's up to you. Me? I'm gonna continue having a not-so-great day, and I'm gonna go get ice cream with my roommate.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Real talk
No matter how hard you try to convince someone of their worth, they won't believe it until they want to.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Return of the Awkward
Holla. I haven't done a Thursday post in a million years, so I made one for you.
The last one of these failed miserably. I apologize. From the very bottom of my apologetic organ.
Awkward:
This is one of those things that was so hilariously funny, and not at all awkward for me, but probably was for my wonderfully naive roommate.
Bonnie and I are at the gym last week, riding the little bike machines. The setting she had her bike was on was so that the difficulty level of the bike would change as she rode. So as we're biking, Bonnie loudly announces, "I'M EASY!" She was, of course, referring to the difficulty level on her bike. But I don't think any of the guys in the gym took it that way...
Another gym story. A few days ago, Bonnie and I are on the bike machines again. I had brought my iPod and so I'm jamming out to Macklemore and T-Swizzle (sorry, not sorry) and Bonnie, feeling left out, pulls her bike closer to mine, grabs the free earbud, and starts listening with me. It wasn't really awkward at all, but we got some hilariously wonderful looks.
Dang, it seems sorta like all I do is go to the gym. I swear, this is probably the last thing I'll mention about the gym. Probably. So, Bonnie and I had just finished our workout and we were in a room stretching. A man with huge biceps walks in, and the following conversation ensues:
Man: Are you guys doing the circuit workout?
Me: No.
Bonnie: We're just using this room cuz no one was in it.
Me: Are you doing the circuit workout?
Man: No. I just wanted to use this machine because it really isolates my biceps.
Bonnie: Oh hahahaha.
*silence for a few minutes as Bonnie and I continue stretching*
Man: Wow, you guys are so flexible.
Me: *silence*
Bonnie: Hahaha I used to be more flexible before I started running.
Man: Well you're way more flexible than I am.
Bonnie: I'd trade it for your arms!
Man: When I'm bored I hold my breath until I turn purple.
Okay, he didn't say that last bit. I just blocked him out and kept stretching. The very best part of this is that Bonnie didn't realize that he was hitting on us until later that night when about 50 people tried affirming that, yes, he was hitting on us.
I don't really know which section to put this in. It was incredibly funny, but it probably seems highly awkward to everyone that wasn't present. So it'll go in this section.
Last night I was at a friends house, and one of my friends sits down on the floor, cross legged, and informs us that he has a hole in the crotch of his pants. And then two of my other friends took turns throwing coins into the hole from the couch.
I was at said friends house a few nights ago. There was this guy, Conner, there. I was there for maybe 2 1/2 hours. Conner was there for the majority of that time. We got there at the same time.
Conner: It's nice to meet you, Aurora!
Me: I've met you before...
Conner: Not officially. I don't think we've ever spoken.
Me: I took pictures of you at the planetarium.
Conner: ....what?
Me: We've had this conversation before...like twice.
Conner: I don't remember this...
Me: You were at the planetarium with a bunch of girls and one other guy. And I took pictures for you guys at the moon.
Conner: ....no.
Me: Yeah. You handed me your phone and had me take pictures.
Conner: Crazy, I don't remember that.
I swear, this guy has short term memory loss. I left for about 20 minutes to make a phone call, and then came back inside. When Conner left, he stood up and shook hands with everyone, and then he got to me, and in all seriousness said, "Wait. Were you here the whole time? When did you get here?"
I guess I just have one of those faces, yo. Easily forgettable. ;)
I don't know whether to classify this as awkward or what...but one of my friends had a fire in their apartment complex last weekend. He called me 3 times within the course of 30 minutes to ask if he could come crash on my couch. And I woke up every time he called. But because he didn't call from his phone, I didn't answer. I had dreams for a few nights after that that people were calling me because they were in serious situations and needed help.
About 3 weeks ago, there was a really dumb dance for our ward. A friend of mine from Provo came to visit for the dance. Part way through the night he met a girl and spent a good bit of the rest of the evening with her. I left the dance a bit early and went to hang out with some friends. My roommates went out with friends after the dance and I ended up being home first. So I went to bed at a reasonable hour(okay, 2:30 isn't that reasonable). About an hour later I hear Bonnie come home. And she's conversing with a guy.
Bonnie: Shh, we don't want to wake up Aurora.
Guy: Is she awake?
Me: YES SHE'S AWAKE.
*lots of laughing*
Me: Shut the eff up, guys, I'm sleeping.
Guy: Hey Aurora.
Me: WHAT THE CRAP, BONNIE?!
*more laughing*
Me: Bonnie, this isn't funny. Who the crap is that?
*more laughing*
Me: Bonnie, what the actual poop. I never bring guys over this late.
*more laughing*
Guy: It's just Spencer.
Me: REALLY, BONNIE?!
Guy: And Daniel. And Austin.
Me: BONNIE WHAT THE POOP.
*more laughing*
Me: You brought 3 FRICKIN GUYS OVER AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR?!
Bonnie: No no it's only one guy.
At this point I got up and walked over there. It was my friend Daniel, from Provo, and he had a very valid excuse for being there. He had to crash on our couch cuz he was locked out of his car. And then I felt so so so bad for yelling at them. They both thought it was hilarious so that's good. The lesson we learn from this is to not wake Aurora up. Ever.
Awesome:
Today in class, as our teacher discussed when our paper was due (at midnight) he said something along the lines of "please don't do this right before midnight" and then said, "You don't write well under the influence of diet coke" and I thought it was really funny.
Monday was my friend Anela's birthday, yes? Guys she's 18 and an adult and everything is wonderful. The whole night was a huge adventure. See, I wanted to surprise her. I went to go visit her, but I didn't want to tell her that. So I told her that my friend was driving to Provo that night and that he would stop by Saratoga Springs to drop off a package. He was originally going to make the trip with me, but I ended up going alone. So. I'm driving to her house. Now, it's important to know that I am absolutely horrible with directions. So I was doing really really well and I was just a few miles from her house and I got lost. I missed the turnoff into her neighborhood and I kept going. After a while I caved and called her to ask for directions. But I didn't want her to know that it was me going. So, I prayed that she wouldn't hear the driving noises.
Me: Hey girl. So Austin is on his way to your house. And he's lost. He was supposed to turn at *street name* and now he's at *street name*. How far is he?
Anela: Okay. Uhm. Let me pull it up on my computer. Okay, if he's at *street name* then he went wayyy too far.
Me: I knew it. Gah, he's so dumb. Okay, where does he need to go? Should he turn back around?
Anela: He should turn back and then turn on *street name* and then *street name* and then my street,which is *street name*.
Me: Okay, I'm texting him as I'm talking to you, and he says he's at *street name*.
Anela: Do you have access to a computer?
Me: Nope. I uh, my computer is dead. And my roommate is using hers and won't let me use it.
Anela: *something snarky and funny that I don't 100% remember*
Me: Hahaha yeah. Okay. I'm gonna call Austin and tell him where to go and then I'll call you back after he drops the package off.
A few minutes later I got lost again and had to call her again and ask which house was hers. I finally get there and she opens the door and flips out. She must've been super tired to not have picked up on the fact that I was the one coming to visit her. But guys it was so so nice to get to see her and we had the best of conversations and it was just the best thing ever. Also, I'd like to apologize to Austin for continuously calling him dumb as I drove to Anela's house. That was probably the funniest part. Cuz seriously, I kept saying "Oh my goodness, he is so dumb. Why can't he find it? Seriously, he's gotta be so dumb." Sorry bro.
My mom sent me some stuff that I really super needed this week, so that was super awesome.
Speaking of my family, they came to visit me a few weeks ago. And besides it being the highlight of the month, I got free groceries. AND a rose. My dad came to my apartment at some point over the weekend that they were here. And there is a rose bush right outside my apartment. So he picked a rose off and brought it to my mom. And then when they went back home, he gave it to me. Which I think is really funny because it came from my own rose garden...BUT what's really awesome is that it still hasn't totally died. And it's been almost two weeks.
Brooke was able to come visit me about 3 weeks ago. Guys, it was so great to see her. I've missed her so so much.
My roommate, Bonnie, is a vegetarian. And she's out of town for the weekend. SO I get to eat all the meat I want to. Woohoo.
Everything else mildly funny or interesting that has happened to me in the past little while is even more boring than all this. So I'll be keeping all that to myself.
Even tho I get to eat bunches of meat this weekend, I'm still real sad that Bonnie isn't here. So here's a picture of Bonnie and I. Good luck to her with her marathon this weekend!!
The last one of these failed miserably. I apologize. From the very bottom of my apologetic organ.
Awkward:
This is one of those things that was so hilariously funny, and not at all awkward for me, but probably was for my wonderfully naive roommate.
Bonnie and I are at the gym last week, riding the little bike machines. The setting she had her bike was on was so that the difficulty level of the bike would change as she rode. So as we're biking, Bonnie loudly announces, "I'M EASY!" She was, of course, referring to the difficulty level on her bike. But I don't think any of the guys in the gym took it that way...
Another gym story. A few days ago, Bonnie and I are on the bike machines again. I had brought my iPod and so I'm jamming out to Macklemore and T-Swizzle (sorry, not sorry) and Bonnie, feeling left out, pulls her bike closer to mine, grabs the free earbud, and starts listening with me. It wasn't really awkward at all, but we got some hilariously wonderful looks.
Dang, it seems sorta like all I do is go to the gym. I swear, this is probably the last thing I'll mention about the gym. Probably. So, Bonnie and I had just finished our workout and we were in a room stretching. A man with huge biceps walks in, and the following conversation ensues:
Man: Are you guys doing the circuit workout?
Me: No.
Bonnie: We're just using this room cuz no one was in it.
Me: Are you doing the circuit workout?
Man: No. I just wanted to use this machine because it really isolates my biceps.
Bonnie: Oh hahahaha.
*silence for a few minutes as Bonnie and I continue stretching*
Man: Wow, you guys are so flexible.
Me: *silence*
Bonnie: Hahaha I used to be more flexible before I started running.
Man: Well you're way more flexible than I am.
Bonnie: I'd trade it for your arms!
Man: When I'm bored I hold my breath until I turn purple.
Okay, he didn't say that last bit. I just blocked him out and kept stretching. The very best part of this is that Bonnie didn't realize that he was hitting on us until later that night when about 50 people tried affirming that, yes, he was hitting on us.
I don't really know which section to put this in. It was incredibly funny, but it probably seems highly awkward to everyone that wasn't present. So it'll go in this section.
Last night I was at a friends house, and one of my friends sits down on the floor, cross legged, and informs us that he has a hole in the crotch of his pants. And then two of my other friends took turns throwing coins into the hole from the couch.
I was at said friends house a few nights ago. There was this guy, Conner, there. I was there for maybe 2 1/2 hours. Conner was there for the majority of that time. We got there at the same time.
Conner: It's nice to meet you, Aurora!
Me: I've met you before...
Conner: Not officially. I don't think we've ever spoken.
Me: I took pictures of you at the planetarium.
Conner: ....what?
Me: We've had this conversation before...like twice.
Conner: I don't remember this...
Me: You were at the planetarium with a bunch of girls and one other guy. And I took pictures for you guys at the moon.
Conner: ....no.
Me: Yeah. You handed me your phone and had me take pictures.
Conner: Crazy, I don't remember that.
I swear, this guy has short term memory loss. I left for about 20 minutes to make a phone call, and then came back inside. When Conner left, he stood up and shook hands with everyone, and then he got to me, and in all seriousness said, "Wait. Were you here the whole time? When did you get here?"
I guess I just have one of those faces, yo. Easily forgettable. ;)
I don't know whether to classify this as awkward or what...but one of my friends had a fire in their apartment complex last weekend. He called me 3 times within the course of 30 minutes to ask if he could come crash on my couch. And I woke up every time he called. But because he didn't call from his phone, I didn't answer. I had dreams for a few nights after that that people were calling me because they were in serious situations and needed help.
About 3 weeks ago, there was a really dumb dance for our ward. A friend of mine from Provo came to visit for the dance. Part way through the night he met a girl and spent a good bit of the rest of the evening with her. I left the dance a bit early and went to hang out with some friends. My roommates went out with friends after the dance and I ended up being home first. So I went to bed at a reasonable hour(okay, 2:30 isn't that reasonable). About an hour later I hear Bonnie come home. And she's conversing with a guy.
Bonnie: Shh, we don't want to wake up Aurora.
Guy: Is she awake?
Me: YES SHE'S AWAKE.
*lots of laughing*
Me: Shut the eff up, guys, I'm sleeping.
Guy: Hey Aurora.
Me: WHAT THE CRAP, BONNIE?!
*more laughing*
Me: Bonnie, this isn't funny. Who the crap is that?
*more laughing*
Me: Bonnie, what the actual poop. I never bring guys over this late.
*more laughing*
Guy: It's just Spencer.
Me: REALLY, BONNIE?!
Guy: And Daniel. And Austin.
Me: BONNIE WHAT THE POOP.
*more laughing*
Me: You brought 3 FRICKIN GUYS OVER AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR?!
Bonnie: No no it's only one guy.
At this point I got up and walked over there. It was my friend Daniel, from Provo, and he had a very valid excuse for being there. He had to crash on our couch cuz he was locked out of his car. And then I felt so so so bad for yelling at them. They both thought it was hilarious so that's good. The lesson we learn from this is to not wake Aurora up. Ever.
Awesome:
Today in class, as our teacher discussed when our paper was due (at midnight) he said something along the lines of "please don't do this right before midnight" and then said, "You don't write well under the influence of diet coke" and I thought it was really funny.
Monday was my friend Anela's birthday, yes? Guys she's 18 and an adult and everything is wonderful. The whole night was a huge adventure. See, I wanted to surprise her. I went to go visit her, but I didn't want to tell her that. So I told her that my friend was driving to Provo that night and that he would stop by Saratoga Springs to drop off a package. He was originally going to make the trip with me, but I ended up going alone. So. I'm driving to her house. Now, it's important to know that I am absolutely horrible with directions. So I was doing really really well and I was just a few miles from her house and I got lost. I missed the turnoff into her neighborhood and I kept going. After a while I caved and called her to ask for directions. But I didn't want her to know that it was me going. So, I prayed that she wouldn't hear the driving noises.
Me: Hey girl. So Austin is on his way to your house. And he's lost. He was supposed to turn at *street name* and now he's at *street name*. How far is he?
Anela: Okay. Uhm. Let me pull it up on my computer. Okay, if he's at *street name* then he went wayyy too far.
Me: I knew it. Gah, he's so dumb. Okay, where does he need to go? Should he turn back around?
Anela: He should turn back and then turn on *street name* and then *street name* and then my street,which is *street name*.
Me: Okay, I'm texting him as I'm talking to you, and he says he's at *street name*.
Anela: Do you have access to a computer?
Me: Nope. I uh, my computer is dead. And my roommate is using hers and won't let me use it.
Anela: *something snarky and funny that I don't 100% remember*
Me: Hahaha yeah. Okay. I'm gonna call Austin and tell him where to go and then I'll call you back after he drops the package off.
A few minutes later I got lost again and had to call her again and ask which house was hers. I finally get there and she opens the door and flips out. She must've been super tired to not have picked up on the fact that I was the one coming to visit her. But guys it was so so nice to get to see her and we had the best of conversations and it was just the best thing ever. Also, I'd like to apologize to Austin for continuously calling him dumb as I drove to Anela's house. That was probably the funniest part. Cuz seriously, I kept saying "Oh my goodness, he is so dumb. Why can't he find it? Seriously, he's gotta be so dumb." Sorry bro.
My mom sent me some stuff that I really super needed this week, so that was super awesome.
Speaking of my family, they came to visit me a few weeks ago. And besides it being the highlight of the month, I got free groceries. AND a rose. My dad came to my apartment at some point over the weekend that they were here. And there is a rose bush right outside my apartment. So he picked a rose off and brought it to my mom. And then when they went back home, he gave it to me. Which I think is really funny because it came from my own rose garden...BUT what's really awesome is that it still hasn't totally died. And it's been almost two weeks.
Brooke was able to come visit me about 3 weeks ago. Guys, it was so great to see her. I've missed her so so much.
My roommate, Bonnie, is a vegetarian. And she's out of town for the weekend. SO I get to eat all the meat I want to. Woohoo.
Everything else mildly funny or interesting that has happened to me in the past little while is even more boring than all this. So I'll be keeping all that to myself.
Even tho I get to eat bunches of meat this weekend, I'm still real sad that Bonnie isn't here. So here's a picture of Bonnie and I. Good luck to her with her marathon this weekend!!
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Let's lie away our feelings, yeah?
If I come up to you and tell you you're beautiful, it makes you feel good, yeah? And if I were to come up and say you were ugly, it would have the opposite effect, yeah?
I was having a conversation with a close friend last week and self-esteem came up. Before I moved to Utah I had a pretty convincing persona of being confident. And then I moved and that persona was shattered. Hey, I'm a teenage girl. Do you really expect me to be happy and confident all the time? If you do, you can please go give yourself a bath in the toilet.
This friend and I got pretty deep into self-esteem. And by this, I mean he got pretty deep into self-esteem and I listened, because I have a super hard time opening up to people and conversing about important things before I trust them a whole hecka lot. But I'm super good at listening, so it all works, ya know?
There is a huge difference between self-esteem and just esteem. I hate it when people say "this is your self-esteem boost for the day". Because the act of THEM giving me that boost is nice, but it's not self-esteem. That would imply that it's coming from myself. Which is what self-esteem is. Relying solely on other peoples' opinions for your self-esteem means that you don't have good self-esteem. Because no matter how much other people like you, if you don't like yourself, you're screwed. Sorry bro. That's life.
So this goes hand in hand with confidence. If you're confident in yourself, you've got self-esteem. No matter what anyone says to you you can still smile and know you're a good person.
Guys, I'm 18. I'm not as old as I'd like to be. I'm young and still a teenager. So, yeah, my self-esteem is not at a high point. And since moving, it's pretty dang low. BUT that's something I need to fix for myself. And that's not really a concept I'd really thought about too deeply. Being confident sucks, cuz it takes way less effort to just rely on other peoples opinions. That's a miserable option, but definitely easier. And hey, I'm sick of that.
My name is Aurora Eliza Fackrell. I'm insecure about the size of my hands and the sounds my stomach makes. I wish I was a few inches shorter, so I slouch a lot. I hate the way my legs look so much, I almost never allow people to see them. I swear sometimes. I'm an awkward individual and I'm not actually okay with it. I'm afraid to assert my opinion on others. I don't like to speak up. I let people walk all over me because I'm afraid of rejection. I play off my feelings like they're nothing, even when they're eating me up. And I ignore peoples' attempts to talk about my feelings/try to make me feel better, because I don't want to inconvenience them. My best friend for the whole of 2013 has been my dog. My name is Aurora Fackrell, and I have flaws. And I'm working towards being okay with these flaws. If you wanna judge me for these things, be my guest.
I was having a conversation with a close friend last week and self-esteem came up. Before I moved to Utah I had a pretty convincing persona of being confident. And then I moved and that persona was shattered. Hey, I'm a teenage girl. Do you really expect me to be happy and confident all the time? If you do, you can please go give yourself a bath in the toilet.
This friend and I got pretty deep into self-esteem. And by this, I mean he got pretty deep into self-esteem and I listened, because I have a super hard time opening up to people and conversing about important things before I trust them a whole hecka lot. But I'm super good at listening, so it all works, ya know?
There is a huge difference between self-esteem and just esteem. I hate it when people say "this is your self-esteem boost for the day". Because the act of THEM giving me that boost is nice, but it's not self-esteem. That would imply that it's coming from myself. Which is what self-esteem is. Relying solely on other peoples' opinions for your self-esteem means that you don't have good self-esteem. Because no matter how much other people like you, if you don't like yourself, you're screwed. Sorry bro. That's life.
So this goes hand in hand with confidence. If you're confident in yourself, you've got self-esteem. No matter what anyone says to you you can still smile and know you're a good person.
Guys, I'm 18. I'm not as old as I'd like to be. I'm young and still a teenager. So, yeah, my self-esteem is not at a high point. And since moving, it's pretty dang low. BUT that's something I need to fix for myself. And that's not really a concept I'd really thought about too deeply. Being confident sucks, cuz it takes way less effort to just rely on other peoples opinions. That's a miserable option, but definitely easier. And hey, I'm sick of that.
My name is Aurora Eliza Fackrell. I'm insecure about the size of my hands and the sounds my stomach makes. I wish I was a few inches shorter, so I slouch a lot. I hate the way my legs look so much, I almost never allow people to see them. I swear sometimes. I'm an awkward individual and I'm not actually okay with it. I'm afraid to assert my opinion on others. I don't like to speak up. I let people walk all over me because I'm afraid of rejection. I play off my feelings like they're nothing, even when they're eating me up. And I ignore peoples' attempts to talk about my feelings/try to make me feel better, because I don't want to inconvenience them. My best friend for the whole of 2013 has been my dog. My name is Aurora Fackrell, and I have flaws. And I'm working towards being okay with these flaws. If you wanna judge me for these things, be my guest.
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| Really missing my puppy right about now. |
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Someone needs to put a toaster in Krissi's oven...
Bonnie says it's been too long since I last posted. And since she's apparently my mother now, I guess I better post.
So Saturday morning Bonnie and Mariah, my roommates, wake up and decide that they're going to St. George for the weekend. They invited me but I had work that evening so I opted out. They left and all was well. For about two hours. See, they wrote this nice little note on our whiteboard:
This is where it gets funny, depending on how you look at it.
So, I work at 3, right? It's about 2:15 or so, so I decide to make some food because chances are my lunch break won't be until 7 or so (I was right). Because I'm fat, I decided to make some french fries. So I turn the oven on to 350, and then start scrubbing and cutting potatoes. I get almost done with my potato cutting when I notice the oven is smelling worse than usual. It usually smells like gas, because it's really old. So I didn't really think it was weird. But it was smelling REALLY BAD. So I turn around, and there are flames coming out of the broiler. So I go turn off the oven and I stand back and look at it for a second. Then I call my sister, thinking that maybe I could put it out somehow, ya know? Well she instructs me to call 911 STAT (she's super smart). They're there super fast, the fire didn't spread. The oven was toast (you'll get why that's funny in a minute) and the linoleum under the oven is a bit melted and charred.
One of the nice firemen asked me if I'd left a pot holder or paper towel in the oven, because that would make sense. And I told him no, really there was NOTHING in the oven.
He comes back a few minutes later kind of laughing. And says, "So, it wasn't a pot holder. Someone put a toaster in the oven." I abruptly stopped crying and just said, "I'm gonna kill my roommate." and the firemen all laughed kinda nervously and asked me to please not kill my roommate.
Sorry for all the crappy pictures, I was too lazy to get my camera out for all these. You can see the toaster in the broiler if you look close enough.
It's pretty funny now. When it happened I was so mad and so upset. It like, ruined my day.
Soot got everywhere. Like everywhere. I spent 2 hours scrubbing ash off the kitchen floor on Monday. There is ash in literally every room of the apartment. Still. We'll touch something and then realize there's ash on it. Exhibit A.
This is Rachel. With the ash on her face from my screen door. She looks really hot but she doesn't believe me and it's not because I hate her, which is what she believes, but really I really really love her a lot.
Also, yesterday I got a package from my mama.
It made me really happy. Like a lot. Lots of food. :)
And here are some pictures of me and Bonnie because she's my mom now apparently. (Just kidding I love my mom more sorry)
College life is good yo.
So Saturday morning Bonnie and Mariah, my roommates, wake up and decide that they're going to St. George for the weekend. They invited me but I had work that evening so I opted out. They left and all was well. For about two hours. See, they wrote this nice little note on our whiteboard:
This is where it gets funny, depending on how you look at it.
So, I work at 3, right? It's about 2:15 or so, so I decide to make some food because chances are my lunch break won't be until 7 or so (I was right). Because I'm fat, I decided to make some french fries. So I turn the oven on to 350, and then start scrubbing and cutting potatoes. I get almost done with my potato cutting when I notice the oven is smelling worse than usual. It usually smells like gas, because it's really old. So I didn't really think it was weird. But it was smelling REALLY BAD. So I turn around, and there are flames coming out of the broiler. So I go turn off the oven and I stand back and look at it for a second. Then I call my sister, thinking that maybe I could put it out somehow, ya know? Well she instructs me to call 911 STAT (she's super smart). They're there super fast, the fire didn't spread. The oven was toast (you'll get why that's funny in a minute) and the linoleum under the oven is a bit melted and charred.
One of the nice firemen asked me if I'd left a pot holder or paper towel in the oven, because that would make sense. And I told him no, really there was NOTHING in the oven.
He comes back a few minutes later kind of laughing. And says, "So, it wasn't a pot holder. Someone put a toaster in the oven." I abruptly stopped crying and just said, "I'm gonna kill my roommate." and the firemen all laughed kinda nervously and asked me to please not kill my roommate.
Sorry for all the crappy pictures, I was too lazy to get my camera out for all these. You can see the toaster in the broiler if you look close enough.
It's pretty funny now. When it happened I was so mad and so upset. It like, ruined my day.
Soot got everywhere. Like everywhere. I spent 2 hours scrubbing ash off the kitchen floor on Monday. There is ash in literally every room of the apartment. Still. We'll touch something and then realize there's ash on it. Exhibit A.
This is Rachel. With the ash on her face from my screen door. She looks really hot but she doesn't believe me and it's not because I hate her, which is what she believes, but really I really really love her a lot.
Also, yesterday I got a package from my mama.
And here are some pictures of me and Bonnie because she's my mom now apparently. (Just kidding I love my mom more sorry)
College life is good yo.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Bucket List
I am a strong believer in goals. And not only in goals, but in the fact that we should always be working towards something.
I have always had a bucket list. Ever since I was 10 and didn't know it was called a bucket list. My list then consisted of meeting about every Disney star ever, and riding a train. I have since ridden a train and lost interest in Disney stars.
I am on my 4th or 5th revision since my first list 8 years ago. Some of the things on the list are things that I am actually working towards, others are things that, although it would be cool to complete them, they're there more for fun, not really because I'm working towards them. Some of them are goals that will be taken off as I outgrow them. And some of them are personal goals.
I'm posting this because I like being understood, and this is one of those things, like someones movie collection and key ring, that really help you see who they are.
I just really like having organized lists, okay?
So, some of the items on my list will not be included, just because they're more personal. I'll just leave an empty number there.
No judging, yo.
1. Get in a taxi and yell "follow that car!"
2.
3. Change someone's life.
4. Go to London.
5.
6. Ride a horse on the beach.
7. Go to an airport and buy tickets for a random flight.
8. Write something in wet cement (handprints when I was 6 don't count)
9. Send a message in a bottle.
10. Cover the entire driveway with chalk.
11.
12. Publish a book.
13. Eat spaghetti like in Lady and the Tramp.
14. Propose to a stranger with a ring pop.
15. Travel around the world with someone I love.
16.
17. Throw a dart at a map and travel where it lands.
18. Ride an Elephant.
19. Marry my best friend in the Manti Temple.
20. Sleep under the stars (completed 8/15/2013)
21. Ride a dolphin.
22. Make melted crayon art.
23. See a broadway play.
24. Hang a lock on the love bridge in Paris.
25. Become a professional photographer.
26. Be on an episode of Doctor Who.
27.
28. Be in two places at once.
29. Go on a road trip with no destination.
30. Run the Disney Princess Marathon .
31. Play hide and seek in IKEA.
32. Work as a Disney Princess.
33. Have all my grandparents at my wedding.
34. Set foot on all 7 continents.
35. Learn how to surf.
36. Catch the bride's bouquet.
37. Learn how to longboard.
38. See the Aurora Borealis.
39. Go to the Doctor Who Experience in Cardiff.
40. Go to the San Diego Comic Con.
41. Go to the top of the Eiffel Tower.
42. Hold a baby lion.
43. Learn how to tie a tie.
44. Ride a mattress down the stairs.
45. Experience a White Christmas.
46. (completed 6/16/11)
47. Visit a nutelleria.
48. Visit the bookstore dressed as Belle.
49. Own a black dog named Sirius or Padfoot.
50. Go to Boston in the Fall.
51. Sleep on the beach.
52. Visit a castle.
53. Be a guest on Ellen.
54. Visit Hogwarts Castle.
55. Take Pictures at "Lake Silencio".
56. Go zorbing.
57. Go skydiving.
58. Ride a Hot Air Balloon.
59. Go to Disney Land.
60. Lay in the middle of the road at night like in the Notebook.
61. Kiss a dolphin.
62. Go to Time Square.
63. Sing in the rain with someone I love.
64. Go to a masquerade party.
65. See the Roman Collosseum.
66. Bungee Jump.
67. Straddle the equator.
68. Straddle the Prime Meridian.
69. Go on the Color Run.
70. Go to India.
71.
72. Study Abroad.
73. Photograph a wedding.
74. Run a Marathon.
75. Visit Niagara Falls.
76. Go to a temple in every US state.
77. Visit the Caribbean.
78. Ride a gondola in Venice.
79. Meet Benedict Cumberbatch and tell him that he floats my boat.
80. Be on the radio.
81. Go to Stonehenge.
82. Be in a movie.
83. Zipline in Costa Rica.
84. Drop a watermelon off a building.
85. Learn how to juggle.
86. Make an adventure book like in Up.
87. Cosplay as Doctor Who Character.
88. Ride the highest roller coaster.
89. Have a shaving cream fight.
90. See Mount Rushmore.
91. Feel David Tennant's hair.
92. Go on an LDS Mission.
93.
94. Meet JK Rowling.
95. Knit a sweater.
96. Go to all the Smithsonian museums.
97. Go to the Olympics.
98. Learn Sign Language.
99. Become Fluent in another language.
100. Pee in every ocean.
101. Make cotton candy.
102. Climb K2.
So, you may have learned a lot from this list. I'm a hopeless romantic, I love to travel. A lot of the things on there, I'm afraid to do. But I want to do them nonetheless.
The ones that weren't included just didn't feel like things I wanted on the internet for the whole world to look at and criticize. Those things will be shared with people that I'd like to share with as I feel necessary. It's good to have personal goals, yes?
I have always had a bucket list. Ever since I was 10 and didn't know it was called a bucket list. My list then consisted of meeting about every Disney star ever, and riding a train. I have since ridden a train and lost interest in Disney stars.
I am on my 4th or 5th revision since my first list 8 years ago. Some of the things on the list are things that I am actually working towards, others are things that, although it would be cool to complete them, they're there more for fun, not really because I'm working towards them. Some of them are goals that will be taken off as I outgrow them. And some of them are personal goals.
I'm posting this because I like being understood, and this is one of those things, like someones movie collection and key ring, that really help you see who they are.
I just really like having organized lists, okay?
So, some of the items on my list will not be included, just because they're more personal. I'll just leave an empty number there.
No judging, yo.
1. Get in a taxi and yell "follow that car!"
2.
3. Change someone's life.
4. Go to London.
5.
6. Ride a horse on the beach.
7. Go to an airport and buy tickets for a random flight.
8. Write something in wet cement (handprints when I was 6 don't count)
9. Send a message in a bottle.
10. Cover the entire driveway with chalk.
11.
12. Publish a book.
13. Eat spaghetti like in Lady and the Tramp.
14. Propose to a stranger with a ring pop.
15. Travel around the world with someone I love.
16.
17. Throw a dart at a map and travel where it lands.
18. Ride an Elephant.
19. Marry my best friend in the Manti Temple.
20. Sleep under the stars (completed 8/15/2013)
21. Ride a dolphin.
22. Make melted crayon art.
23. See a broadway play.
24. Hang a lock on the love bridge in Paris.
25. Become a professional photographer.
26. Be on an episode of Doctor Who.
27.
28. Be in two places at once.
29. Go on a road trip with no destination.
30. Run the Disney Princess Marathon .
31. Play hide and seek in IKEA.
32. Work as a Disney Princess.
33. Have all my grandparents at my wedding.
34. Set foot on all 7 continents.
35. Learn how to surf.
36. Catch the bride's bouquet.
37. Learn how to longboard.
38. See the Aurora Borealis.
39. Go to the Doctor Who Experience in Cardiff.
40. Go to the San Diego Comic Con.
41. Go to the top of the Eiffel Tower.
42. Hold a baby lion.
43. Learn how to tie a tie.
44. Ride a mattress down the stairs.
45. Experience a White Christmas.
46. (completed 6/16/11)
47. Visit a nutelleria.
48. Visit the bookstore dressed as Belle.
49. Own a black dog named Sirius or Padfoot.
50. Go to Boston in the Fall.
51. Sleep on the beach.
52. Visit a castle.
53. Be a guest on Ellen.
54. Visit Hogwarts Castle.
55. Take Pictures at "Lake Silencio".
56. Go zorbing.
57. Go skydiving.
58. Ride a Hot Air Balloon.
59. Go to Disney Land.
60. Lay in the middle of the road at night like in the Notebook.
61. Kiss a dolphin.
62. Go to Time Square.
63. Sing in the rain with someone I love.
64. Go to a masquerade party.
65. See the Roman Collosseum.
66. Bungee Jump.
67. Straddle the equator.
68. Straddle the Prime Meridian.
69. Go on the Color Run.
70. Go to India.
71.
72. Study Abroad.
73. Photograph a wedding.
74. Run a Marathon.
75. Visit Niagara Falls.
76. Go to a temple in every US state.
77. Visit the Caribbean.
78. Ride a gondola in Venice.
79. Meet Benedict Cumberbatch and tell him that he floats my boat.
80. Be on the radio.
81. Go to Stonehenge.
82. Be in a movie.
83. Zipline in Costa Rica.
84. Drop a watermelon off a building.
85. Learn how to juggle.
86. Make an adventure book like in Up.
87. Cosplay as Doctor Who Character.
88. Ride the highest roller coaster.
89. Have a shaving cream fight.
90. See Mount Rushmore.
91. Feel David Tennant's hair.
92. Go on an LDS Mission.
93.
94. Meet JK Rowling.
95. Knit a sweater.
96. Go to all the Smithsonian museums.
97. Go to the Olympics.
98. Learn Sign Language.
99. Become Fluent in another language.
100. Pee in every ocean.
101. Make cotton candy.
102. Climb K2.
So, you may have learned a lot from this list. I'm a hopeless romantic, I love to travel. A lot of the things on there, I'm afraid to do. But I want to do them nonetheless.
The ones that weren't included just didn't feel like things I wanted on the internet for the whole world to look at and criticize. Those things will be shared with people that I'd like to share with as I feel necessary. It's good to have personal goals, yes?
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Moving slow and moving out
As you all know, I moved. If you don't know that, please refer to the last million posts where I referred to moving. And then weep because you're not my roommate. And then weep because you feel bad for my roommates.
Today I went to the wrong class on accident and sat for 3 hours wanting to take the apple from my roommate because I was so hungry. So I guess you could say that school has started off with a bang.
Moving is hard but it's also fun. Well, the aftermath is fun. I love living so close to the temple, it's like the BEST thing. I can sit outside on my porch and look at it while I eat Second Breakfast.
My roommate, Bonnie, likes putting her feet on people and I think it's funny.
I spend so much of my time with my sister and her husband and I really love that. In fact, my roommate, Bonnie, thought that Dustan was my brother, like by blood. We thought it was pretty funny.
I miss my dog. Anyone that goes and sees him, please give him a kiss for me and tell him I love him and that I'll see him for Christmas.
Now, here's the real reason for this post.
So this post is long overdue. Last year, right before Finals began before Christmas, I decided that I would redo my bedroom as a reward for finishing finals. So, that's what I did. My mom and I talked colors, and I scoured pinterest for ideas, came up with a few of my own, and then the following pictures was the result. I meant to post these in January but my room was never clean enough...haha...and when I moved, my bedroom became sadly clean. And now this wonderful bedroom is the guest room. So if you ever wish to spend the night at my house in New Mexico, expect to stay in the coolest bedroom EVER.
So yeah, my new bedroom is about a million times less cool, but I'm sure that my roommates appreciate that at least somewhat.
Holla.
Today I went to the wrong class on accident and sat for 3 hours wanting to take the apple from my roommate because I was so hungry. So I guess you could say that school has started off with a bang.
Moving is hard but it's also fun. Well, the aftermath is fun. I love living so close to the temple, it's like the BEST thing. I can sit outside on my porch and look at it while I eat Second Breakfast.
My roommate, Bonnie, likes putting her feet on people and I think it's funny.
I spend so much of my time with my sister and her husband and I really love that. In fact, my roommate, Bonnie, thought that Dustan was my brother, like by blood. We thought it was pretty funny.
I miss my dog. Anyone that goes and sees him, please give him a kiss for me and tell him I love him and that I'll see him for Christmas.
Now, here's the real reason for this post.
So this post is long overdue. Last year, right before Finals began before Christmas, I decided that I would redo my bedroom as a reward for finishing finals. So, that's what I did. My mom and I talked colors, and I scoured pinterest for ideas, came up with a few of my own, and then the following pictures was the result. I meant to post these in January but my room was never clean enough...haha...and when I moved, my bedroom became sadly clean. And now this wonderful bedroom is the guest room. So if you ever wish to spend the night at my house in New Mexico, expect to stay in the coolest bedroom EVER.
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| K, this is the coolest thing ever. This is a section of the 4th Harry Potter book, right before the second task. That's my favorite book and it mentioned Dobby, who is my favoritest, so it had to be that part. It took me 30+ hours to paint that. Bam. |
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| Although I'd like to take 100% credit for this, Rachel painted Tink there. |
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| Again, I'd like to take the credit..but I can't. Rachel is the artist in the family, not me. When she visited for Christmas she painted this. Just so you know placement wise, this is flying over my wardrobe. |
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| Yeah, this is a TARDIS. Yeah it took me like, 15+ hours to make. Thank goodness for little sisters who will hold levels and help you make straight lings with painters tape and don't even get that mad when you rub paint on their pants. |
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| This is my sock drawer. And it's way cooler than your sock drawer. When my dad saw it for the first time he looked at me quizzically and then said "Who's the Master?" I then went into an indepth explanation of who The Master is, a Timelord from Doctor Who. And then I realized he was referring to the dresser and I had to again explain indepth the rold of the house elf. He hasn't asked me anything concerning my room since. ;) |
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| This is French for "Let's Go!" It also happens to be the Tenth Doctors catchphrase. |
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| Dumble-door. Get it? GET IT?! Okay I think it's really funny... |
So yeah, my new bedroom is about a million times less cool, but I'm sure that my roommates appreciate that at least somewhat.
Holla.
Friday, August 23, 2013
I can taste the healthy
K, so I moved.
What?
Like, what even?
I'm not sure either, still trying to process it.
Living in Salt Lake City is a little strange. It's so weird living without your family/parents, and buying groceries for the first time was mega weird. But I'm really lucky to have my sister and brother-in-law to lean on. They let me come over and use their wifi(mine still isn't set up...) and they let me hang out with them alll the time. Without them as a support, this would be a million times harder.
Now, I've realized an issue: I don't like people. Well, this is part of the problem. I love people. BUT I don't like people I don't already know. "How does this make any sense?" you are asking? Well, last night as I was talking to my sister and a few cousins it hit me. My cousin hit me over the head with...just kidding. It hit me metaphorically.
I haven't had to actually get to know people for a while. Because my school is online, I get to know people really well online before I actually meet them. Living in the real world is hard, people. All the friends I've made in the past few years, I met online. The boys I like? I met them online. So, I like people. Love them, even. If I already know them before we meet. This is such a first world problem, I can't even handle the irony.
Anyway, off of that onto another tangent. Before I moved I started an "Awkward Thursday" post. I got about two items in and then remembered how extremely boring my life is. SO, I will just let you read those now.
Awkwards:
Whilst working out with Brooke a few weeks ago, we were doing yoga. It's required two days a week. SO. I never switch off of the workout playlist when we do yoga. It's not exactly peaceful music, but it is what it is, yo. Sexy and I know it comes on and it gets to that bridge that goes "wiggle wiggle". You know what I'm talking about. Well...Because it's us, I started shaking my booty. Aaaaand an old man walks past. And stares. And I stop abruptly because it's awkward to continue, but it's also awkward to stop, ya know?
(btw, he passed again 5 minutes later. Thank goodness we were done with yoga at this point.)
Okay, so that was only one.
Last night, I was hanging out with said cousins. You know how everything is funnier when you're tired? It's only like, 11, but this was the funniest thing ever. So, my cousin had gotten a book for a friends baby shower, called Mr. Seahorse. Well, in case you weren't aware, Male Seahorses carry the babies. So...this book was all about that...but uh...it was actually a pretty awkward book. My cousin read it out loud to us as we laughed our pants off. It didn't help that he kept adding things like "and he yelled 'you did this to me'!" as he read how the babies "wiggled their way out of his pouch". I encourage you all to read it. Yes.
That was weird.
Lucky for you, I have something else.
My brother in law may or may not hate me for this.
#thingsdustansays
Me: So, I was just a really really awkward person back then...
Dustan: Aww, Aurora, don't say that...you still are really really awkward.
Dustan: No one likes being bored.
Me: Your mom likes being bored.
Dustan: Hey! Hey! Hey! That's not ni-actually yeah, she does.
Dustan: I'm sorry I pained you.
Dustan: I'll stab you in the neck with this key.
Me: How will you drive home?
Dustan: Uhm...we'll just have to still use it...in your neck.
Rachel: That is so gross.
Dustan: Hey hey, do you dare me to drive with the key in my neck?
Me: *coughs*
Dustan: That was so gross. It sounded like you coughed up a small child.
Dustan: Guys, look at that man!
Dustan: I thought that man was wearing a cape. And then I realized that it was just some trash bags.
Dustan: Do you have a date tonight?
Me: Yeah...
Dustan: Ah-ha! That's it! That's why you smell good. I knew there was something in the way you smelled.
Dustan: Not like I study it tho...
Me: Hey, Dustan, this is the drink my mama wants Rachel to start drinking.
Dustan: This smells like alcohol. Are you giving me alcohol?
Me: Yeah, sure, just drink it.
(This was Kumbucha. He is now hooked.)
Dustan: You flabbergasted butt nugget.
Dustan: Oh gross. I can taste the healthy.
Some of you may have seen these on twitter. Just read it and laugh anyway.
What?
Like, what even?
I'm not sure either, still trying to process it.
Living in Salt Lake City is a little strange. It's so weird living without your family/parents, and buying groceries for the first time was mega weird. But I'm really lucky to have my sister and brother-in-law to lean on. They let me come over and use their wifi(mine still isn't set up...) and they let me hang out with them alll the time. Without them as a support, this would be a million times harder.
Now, I've realized an issue: I don't like people. Well, this is part of the problem. I love people. BUT I don't like people I don't already know. "How does this make any sense?" you are asking? Well, last night as I was talking to my sister and a few cousins it hit me. My cousin hit me over the head with...just kidding. It hit me metaphorically.
I haven't had to actually get to know people for a while. Because my school is online, I get to know people really well online before I actually meet them. Living in the real world is hard, people. All the friends I've made in the past few years, I met online. The boys I like? I met them online. So, I like people. Love them, even. If I already know them before we meet. This is such a first world problem, I can't even handle the irony.
Anyway, off of that onto another tangent. Before I moved I started an "Awkward Thursday" post. I got about two items in and then remembered how extremely boring my life is. SO, I will just let you read those now.
Awkwards:
Whilst working out with Brooke a few weeks ago, we were doing yoga. It's required two days a week. SO. I never switch off of the workout playlist when we do yoga. It's not exactly peaceful music, but it is what it is, yo. Sexy and I know it comes on and it gets to that bridge that goes "wiggle wiggle". You know what I'm talking about. Well...Because it's us, I started shaking my booty. Aaaaand an old man walks past. And stares. And I stop abruptly because it's awkward to continue, but it's also awkward to stop, ya know?
(btw, he passed again 5 minutes later. Thank goodness we were done with yoga at this point.)
Okay, so that was only one.
Last night, I was hanging out with said cousins. You know how everything is funnier when you're tired? It's only like, 11, but this was the funniest thing ever. So, my cousin had gotten a book for a friends baby shower, called Mr. Seahorse. Well, in case you weren't aware, Male Seahorses carry the babies. So...this book was all about that...but uh...it was actually a pretty awkward book. My cousin read it out loud to us as we laughed our pants off. It didn't help that he kept adding things like "and he yelled 'you did this to me'!" as he read how the babies "wiggled their way out of his pouch". I encourage you all to read it. Yes.
That was weird.
Lucky for you, I have something else.
My brother in law may or may not hate me for this.
#thingsdustansays
Me: So, I was just a really really awkward person back then...
Dustan: Aww, Aurora, don't say that...you still are really really awkward.
Dustan: No one likes being bored.
Me: Your mom likes being bored.
Dustan: Hey! Hey! Hey! That's not ni-actually yeah, she does.
Dustan: I'm sorry I pained you.
Dustan: I'll stab you in the neck with this key.
Me: How will you drive home?
Dustan: Uhm...we'll just have to still use it...in your neck.
Rachel: That is so gross.
Dustan: Hey hey, do you dare me to drive with the key in my neck?
Me: *coughs*
Dustan: That was so gross. It sounded like you coughed up a small child.
Dustan: Guys, look at that man!
Dustan: I thought that man was wearing a cape. And then I realized that it was just some trash bags.
Dustan: Do you have a date tonight?
Me: Yeah...
Dustan: Ah-ha! That's it! That's why you smell good. I knew there was something in the way you smelled.
Dustan: Not like I study it tho...
Me: Hey, Dustan, this is the drink my mama wants Rachel to start drinking.
Dustan: This smells like alcohol. Are you giving me alcohol?
Me: Yeah, sure, just drink it.
(This was Kumbucha. He is now hooked.)
Dustan: You flabbergasted butt nugget.
Dustan: Oh gross. I can taste the healthy.
Some of you may have seen these on twitter. Just read it and laugh anyway.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
And we laughed...and had a really, really, really good time.
I can be serious, guys. I can talk about serious things. I know, this is a huge shock to like, all of you. But hear me out a little bit.
Life moves so swiftly. It's like life is a huge, coursing river, and it's all I can do to stay afloat as I'm rushed past amazing people and experiences.
It's funny the little things that stick in your brain. It's funny, knowing how far you've come, how LITTLE we used to be, and to see yourself as the person that you've grown into.
I'm growing up. And it scares the crap outta me. Don't get me wrong, being a grownup is awesome. I'm moving out, going to college, no curfew, just me. It's awesome, having all this freedom and knowing that the world is at my fingertips and that I can FINALLY pursue it, no questions asked. And then I really start to think and it's scary, because LIFE is literally RIGHT around the corner. If anyone knows what corner that is, let me know, and I'll avoid that corner like the plague.
Recently, my sister got married. Okay, like almost two months ago. Still, semi recent. This summer has been absolutely crazy and absolutely FULL of wonderful experiences that I will never forget, that I will hold near and dear to my heart for years to come. But my sisters wedding was the best experience, hands down. Now, she's not the first of my siblings to get married. She's the third. And I love all my siblings equally (right...ha ha ;) ) but Rachel and I are so so close. There have been times in my life that I have called her my best friend. And by that I mean, my sister is my best friend. Absolutely. The best part about having your sister as your best friend is knowing that, no matter what, she'll never go away. Friends come and go, but family is forever. That doesn't mean that there aren't some non-family friends that I adore and love to pieces, but my family is first, ya know?
This is where it's gonna get kinda mushy. So you can skip ahead a few paragraphs to some slightly less mushy stuff if you'd like. I'll let you know when that is. ;)
Rachel and I didn't always get along. In fact, when we were little, we hated each other. Life was a competition for us. She was the creative tom boy, and I was mommy's little angel. In her eyes, it seemed that my mother thought I could do no wrong, and that she always took the blame. If you ask her, she'll confirm this. So please don't ask. ;) In my eyes, I wanted to live up to her. I wanted to be like her. I admired her so much, so I would follow in her footsteps, driving her up the wall in the process. I remember, specifically, one day, her trying to compete and see who had woken up first. We were sitting at the kitchen table and she says, "Now, did you wake up right as it turned from 5:59 to 6:00, 6:00 right on the dot, or right before it turned 6:01?" And I answered with "Right on the dot," and she jumps up, triumphant, and basically yells, "I WOKE UP FIRST!" That's how our life was.
I remember my mom saying to me when I was about 10 or so, that her friend so-and-so used to hate her sister when she was younger, but now they were super close friends. I didn't believe her. I was pretty sure she was lying to make us be nicer. I was POSITIVE that was impossible.
I was wrong.
Starting at about age 15, my sister and I became friends. It was slow, and there were a couple things (always involving boys, duh) that made it hard to get along. Last summer, mid-August, she comes home from a trip to Utah. I'm showing her some pictures of a photoshoot I'd done recently, before we went to go get breakfast at Wecks. All of a sudden she blurts out that she's going to go to college. She was 19 and had opted out of college and was waiting for a missionary. I had to try really hard not to cry as she explained how soon she'd be leaving(a few weeks) and why she was going. And I missed her terribly while she was gone. I would cry every single time she left from her visits home.
In February, she brought a boy home. When she announced that he was her boyfriend, I was dumbfounded. She had told me, previously, that she had no feelings for him. Which turned out to be a lie, because they're now married. But, she brought this boy home and it scared me. I wasn't ready for her to get married, and he asked my parents for permission to marry her while he was here. They got engaged less than a month later. It wasn't that I didn't like her fiancee, cuz I really did. He's awesome and such a good match for her. I wasn't ready for Rachel to step out of the life I was comfortable with and step into a new life, with someone else. It was hard for me. And I know you're all sitting there like "get over yoself gurl. It's not yo life, it's hers." Thanks, I get it. Allow me to feel.
June 7th, 2013, Rachel and Dustan Copeland were sealed for time and all eternity in the Mt. Timpanogas temple. She looked beautiful, her hair strung in pearls, her cream colored sash over her lace dress. And she looked so so happy, which is part of the reason that I think she looked so beautiful. We went to the reception and shared zebra popcorn and lots of ice cream. And we danced. And we laughed. And we had a really, really, really good time. (Macklemore reference, for anyone paying attention. ;) ) Well, there was the Father Daughter dance. My dad always cries. At my last sisters wedding it was like "FINALLY SHE'S LEAVING THE HOUSE". Not that I don't love my oldest sister, but she was a bit of a bridezilla. Rachel was pretty calm about her whole wedding and she wasn't living at home. So at my oldest sisters wedding, zero tears were shed. At Rachel's? Let's just say that yesterday, when going through pictures from the wedding, the photographers got at least 34567323434 pictures of me crying. Mostly during the daddy dance. It was real emotional, kay?
My sister has been married for almost two months now and is so so happy. And in a few weeks, I'm moving to downtown SLC, about 5 minutes away from her.
Which brings me to the real point of this whole post. Life is fast. And life is crazy. And I'm not always sure how I feel about it. And as I sit here, on a Sunday morning before I go to a Singles ward for the first time, life scares me. My room is filled with boxes and things waiting to be packed. My inbox awaits the arrival of an acceptance letter to George Wythe. My heart aches with the change. I'm excited, but I almost feel like I'm not sure if I'm ready. It scares me, this whole growing up thing. It really scares me. I leave in less than two weeks, and things are beyond hectic. But I know this is the first step in the beginning of the rest of my life. I'll move to Utah. I'll go on a mission. I'll meet a boy. I'll get married in the temple. I'll have kids. I'll get old. My kids will have kids. And life will beautiful. And life will always be a little bit scary. But that's what makes it worthwhile, right?
(Note: I wrote this post on Sunday and didn't post it til now. So, don't be confused about the dates and all.)
Life moves so swiftly. It's like life is a huge, coursing river, and it's all I can do to stay afloat as I'm rushed past amazing people and experiences.
It's funny the little things that stick in your brain. It's funny, knowing how far you've come, how LITTLE we used to be, and to see yourself as the person that you've grown into.
I'm growing up. And it scares the crap outta me. Don't get me wrong, being a grownup is awesome. I'm moving out, going to college, no curfew, just me. It's awesome, having all this freedom and knowing that the world is at my fingertips and that I can FINALLY pursue it, no questions asked. And then I really start to think and it's scary, because LIFE is literally RIGHT around the corner. If anyone knows what corner that is, let me know, and I'll avoid that corner like the plague.
Recently, my sister got married. Okay, like almost two months ago. Still, semi recent. This summer has been absolutely crazy and absolutely FULL of wonderful experiences that I will never forget, that I will hold near and dear to my heart for years to come. But my sisters wedding was the best experience, hands down. Now, she's not the first of my siblings to get married. She's the third. And I love all my siblings equally (right...ha ha ;) ) but Rachel and I are so so close. There have been times in my life that I have called her my best friend. And by that I mean, my sister is my best friend. Absolutely. The best part about having your sister as your best friend is knowing that, no matter what, she'll never go away. Friends come and go, but family is forever. That doesn't mean that there aren't some non-family friends that I adore and love to pieces, but my family is first, ya know?
This is where it's gonna get kinda mushy. So you can skip ahead a few paragraphs to some slightly less mushy stuff if you'd like. I'll let you know when that is. ;)
Rachel and I didn't always get along. In fact, when we were little, we hated each other. Life was a competition for us. She was the creative tom boy, and I was mommy's little angel. In her eyes, it seemed that my mother thought I could do no wrong, and that she always took the blame. If you ask her, she'll confirm this. So please don't ask. ;) In my eyes, I wanted to live up to her. I wanted to be like her. I admired her so much, so I would follow in her footsteps, driving her up the wall in the process. I remember, specifically, one day, her trying to compete and see who had woken up first. We were sitting at the kitchen table and she says, "Now, did you wake up right as it turned from 5:59 to 6:00, 6:00 right on the dot, or right before it turned 6:01?" And I answered with "Right on the dot," and she jumps up, triumphant, and basically yells, "I WOKE UP FIRST!" That's how our life was.
I remember my mom saying to me when I was about 10 or so, that her friend so-and-so used to hate her sister when she was younger, but now they were super close friends. I didn't believe her. I was pretty sure she was lying to make us be nicer. I was POSITIVE that was impossible.
I was wrong.
Starting at about age 15, my sister and I became friends. It was slow, and there were a couple things (always involving boys, duh) that made it hard to get along. Last summer, mid-August, she comes home from a trip to Utah. I'm showing her some pictures of a photoshoot I'd done recently, before we went to go get breakfast at Wecks. All of a sudden she blurts out that she's going to go to college. She was 19 and had opted out of college and was waiting for a missionary. I had to try really hard not to cry as she explained how soon she'd be leaving(a few weeks) and why she was going. And I missed her terribly while she was gone. I would cry every single time she left from her visits home.
In February, she brought a boy home. When she announced that he was her boyfriend, I was dumbfounded. She had told me, previously, that she had no feelings for him. Which turned out to be a lie, because they're now married. But, she brought this boy home and it scared me. I wasn't ready for her to get married, and he asked my parents for permission to marry her while he was here. They got engaged less than a month later. It wasn't that I didn't like her fiancee, cuz I really did. He's awesome and such a good match for her. I wasn't ready for Rachel to step out of the life I was comfortable with and step into a new life, with someone else. It was hard for me. And I know you're all sitting there like "get over yoself gurl. It's not yo life, it's hers." Thanks, I get it. Allow me to feel.
June 7th, 2013, Rachel and Dustan Copeland were sealed for time and all eternity in the Mt. Timpanogas temple. She looked beautiful, her hair strung in pearls, her cream colored sash over her lace dress. And she looked so so happy, which is part of the reason that I think she looked so beautiful. We went to the reception and shared zebra popcorn and lots of ice cream. And we danced. And we laughed. And we had a really, really, really good time. (Macklemore reference, for anyone paying attention. ;) ) Well, there was the Father Daughter dance. My dad always cries. At my last sisters wedding it was like "FINALLY SHE'S LEAVING THE HOUSE". Not that I don't love my oldest sister, but she was a bit of a bridezilla. Rachel was pretty calm about her whole wedding and she wasn't living at home. So at my oldest sisters wedding, zero tears were shed. At Rachel's? Let's just say that yesterday, when going through pictures from the wedding, the photographers got at least 34567323434 pictures of me crying. Mostly during the daddy dance. It was real emotional, kay?
My sister has been married for almost two months now and is so so happy. And in a few weeks, I'm moving to downtown SLC, about 5 minutes away from her.
Which brings me to the real point of this whole post. Life is fast. And life is crazy. And I'm not always sure how I feel about it. And as I sit here, on a Sunday morning before I go to a Singles ward for the first time, life scares me. My room is filled with boxes and things waiting to be packed. My inbox awaits the arrival of an acceptance letter to George Wythe. My heart aches with the change. I'm excited, but I almost feel like I'm not sure if I'm ready. It scares me, this whole growing up thing. It really scares me. I leave in less than two weeks, and things are beyond hectic. But I know this is the first step in the beginning of the rest of my life. I'll move to Utah. I'll go on a mission. I'll meet a boy. I'll get married in the temple. I'll have kids. I'll get old. My kids will have kids. And life will beautiful. And life will always be a little bit scary. But that's what makes it worthwhile, right?
(Note: I wrote this post on Sunday and didn't post it til now. So, don't be confused about the dates and all.)
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Yo who diz??
Some of you may remember a post I did a few months back titled "She said you'd be my boyfriend". It's about my friend Timmy texting my little sister, not knowing who she was.
Last week I was sitting on the couch with Autumn, eating peiwei takeout and watching Baby Mama when Autumn got a text from a number she didn't recognize. This conversation ensued. (S stands for Stranger)
S: Yo who diz??Me: Good question. Who is THIS?
S: Good question and the answer is Bertha foo now who diz?
Me: Yo mama.
S: Really who diz
Me: I wanted to know the same thing.
S: And I told u is diz cliffton?
Me: Oh you were serious. Who do you think this is, cuz I don't know you...
S: Who is diz
Me: Diz be me yo (insert the same fat lady pic I used for Timmy)
Me: You scared of me now?
S: Naw dont txt back.
Me: Buuuut I thought we'd be friiieenndsssss
Me: Don't leeavvveee me I loooveeee yoooouuuu
S: But idk u
Me: And I don't know you. Why did you text me? That isn't even me.
S: Sick freak.
S: Cuz I got my num mixed up
Me: I bet you have a beautiful baby.
Me: I meant butt. Awkward.
S: Omg leave me alone.
Me: But I have no friends now. :(
S: Leave me alone or I'll call the cops.
Me: Chill dude I didn't think it would come to this. :( goodbye...
S: Then
This conversation left me dying of laughter. It also left me with many questions. Who is this "bertha foo" and how did she manage to get her numbers so mixed up? I would bet it was on purpose, but don't quote me on that. I also wondered who cliffton was. Would she really have called the cops? And my most important question: What did she mean by "Then"? That question keeps me up at night. Not really. But still, it's a valid question.
I know it's been forever since I posted. Life is busy, yo. I've been traveling all over the place since school ended, and on top of that I have summer courses. Yay. Update tho. I am moving to SLC at the end of the summer. Woo. So, my NM friends, latah. To my Utah friends, I hope you're as excited as I am.
#kthanksbye
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
And it continues..
Dear World,
I once posted about how finals week generally sucks. Like, as a rule. Well....it continues...
As I've prepared for finals, having something go wrong was literally NOT on my mind. At all. Nonetheless, something went wrong.
Let me begin on Monday night. Monday was the day that we were given our finals, and preparation began. Monday night, my sister and her fiancee spent the night on their way home from Arkansas. They left yesterday morning at about 10. However, their car broke down somewhere in Colorado. They had to wait a few hours before they got towed to Durango, which was seriously back tracking their progress. Because they are still unmarried, my mother was going to go and stay the night with them in Durango. Well, my father decided to go as well. So they left as soon as my dad got home from work and headed to Durango. This left me with a lot of responsibility I wouldn't normally have during finals week. Babysitting a bunch of kids while studying? Not easy. Plus being in charge of running them to all the places they need to be. *deep breath* I wasn't excited.
This morning, my car broke down on the way to Seminary.
Yup. You read that correctly. I was driving, and we hit a red light that usually lasts about 3-5 minutes, so I was in the process of flipping a U-turn when my car stopped. It felt like it stalled, only REALLY bad, plus it's not a stick shift... The wheel kinda went thumpthumpthump. We spent about 10 minutes trying to get it going/pushing it out of the two lanes of traffic it was stuck in, until Georgi's mother came to save us. I later found out that she was sick, but had come anyway. What a sweetheart. I called Kolton and he tried to give advice. Then a very nice man stopped and he SOMEHOW got it up into the parking lot at 7 11. He said something about Pistons and brakes, and said it should be fine to drive. Stephanie was going to follow us to Seminary, but my car did the same thing as I tried to drive again. She had to drive Georgi and Nicholas to Seminary while Autumn and I waited in my HEATER-LESS car for twenty minutes. Basically, our car is still there. Sort of between the parking lots of Little Anitas and 7 11. With the hazard lights on, and I'm just sitting here hoping nobody breaks in. Nothing valuable is in it, but still. It's Big La Quanda, my car.
So, my parents are out of town because my sisters car broke down, and MY car broke down...We were out in the cold for over an hour. It was pretty horrid. Now neither Autumn or I have a way of getting to work tomorrow, and all of my siblings activities had to be canceled.
Bleck. Finals, bring it. I can take it.
I once posted about how finals week generally sucks. Like, as a rule. Well....it continues...
As I've prepared for finals, having something go wrong was literally NOT on my mind. At all. Nonetheless, something went wrong.
Let me begin on Monday night. Monday was the day that we were given our finals, and preparation began. Monday night, my sister and her fiancee spent the night on their way home from Arkansas. They left yesterday morning at about 10. However, their car broke down somewhere in Colorado. They had to wait a few hours before they got towed to Durango, which was seriously back tracking their progress. Because they are still unmarried, my mother was going to go and stay the night with them in Durango. Well, my father decided to go as well. So they left as soon as my dad got home from work and headed to Durango. This left me with a lot of responsibility I wouldn't normally have during finals week. Babysitting a bunch of kids while studying? Not easy. Plus being in charge of running them to all the places they need to be. *deep breath* I wasn't excited.
This morning, my car broke down on the way to Seminary.
Yup. You read that correctly. I was driving, and we hit a red light that usually lasts about 3-5 minutes, so I was in the process of flipping a U-turn when my car stopped. It felt like it stalled, only REALLY bad, plus it's not a stick shift... The wheel kinda went thumpthumpthump. We spent about 10 minutes trying to get it going/pushing it out of the two lanes of traffic it was stuck in, until Georgi's mother came to save us. I later found out that she was sick, but had come anyway. What a sweetheart. I called Kolton and he tried to give advice. Then a very nice man stopped and he SOMEHOW got it up into the parking lot at 7 11. He said something about Pistons and brakes, and said it should be fine to drive. Stephanie was going to follow us to Seminary, but my car did the same thing as I tried to drive again. She had to drive Georgi and Nicholas to Seminary while Autumn and I waited in my HEATER-LESS car for twenty minutes. Basically, our car is still there. Sort of between the parking lots of Little Anitas and 7 11. With the hazard lights on, and I'm just sitting here hoping nobody breaks in. Nothing valuable is in it, but still. It's Big La Quanda, my car.
So, my parents are out of town because my sisters car broke down, and MY car broke down...We were out in the cold for over an hour. It was pretty horrid. Now neither Autumn or I have a way of getting to work tomorrow, and all of my siblings activities had to be canceled.
Bleck. Finals, bring it. I can take it.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
EHRMAGERSH. I lost the Liahona.
In general, I try not to be a sacrilegious person.
You know the post is gonna be good when I start with a line like that...^^
Saturday was the YW General Broadcast, for my fellow Mormons. In my stake, we had the Personal Progress Recognition Dinner before hand. Hit two birds with one stone, ya know? The program went as follows:
Recognition
Dinner
Broadcast
The Recognition consisted of every young woman who had received her medallion sitting on the stand and taking turns in a predestined order talking about something they'd gained from their experience in the program. *I* was unaware of this, and since I got there about 4 minutes late, it came as a bit of a surprise when I looked at the program and realized that *I* was next. Needless to say, my little "speech" was a bit flustered and didn't make much sense. You can laugh about that.
After I'd returned to my seat (there was NO way I was sitting up there), I *tried* to pay attention to the other girls.
It is necessary at this point to mention that Georgi was sitting next to me.
So, this one girl gets up to give her little shpeel. Now, I know this girl, somewhat. She's the girl that suggested that we darn socks for our fun pioneer activity at Trek. I hope that prepares you. SO, she's telling us about her experience reading The Book of Mormon for her Virtue project. And she says, "My favorite part of reading the scriptures is that I can really relate to the obstacles they have, because they are some of the exact trials I go through in my life."
I immediately turned to Georgi and whispered, "Yeah, I remember that time that my brothers were beating me with rods. Thank goodness an Angel came and saved me!" Trust me, I feel a bit bad, but her reaction was priceless.
After she'd stopped laughing she said something along the lines of, "I remember the time I was thrown in a Lions' Den. I'm really glad an Angel shut their mouths so they didn't eat me."
It kinda continued like that...
"I remember that time I was asked to watch over the Kings' sheep, and those guys came and tried to steal them. I chopped off all their arms."
"There was that one time that me and a few buddies got thrown in a fire. Jesus saved me."
"Dude, the worst was when my older brothers were jealous of how awesome I am, so they tied me to a mast on our ship. God got really mad at them."
"I remember finding the Liahona outside my tent that one time! If only my older brothers would've been more obedient, it would've worked better!"
"Do you remember camping outside and listening to King Benjamin??"
"I remember scalping that one dude who wouldn't listen to reason and put down his weapons of war."
I wish I could remember more of them. But we laughed for about 15 more minutes, just saying one whenever we thought of one. Hey, at least we know the scriptures pretty well...
Another thing that probably pissed off EVERYONE around us was the fact that we felt it would be funny to say "EHRMAGERSH" in front of everything. All day.
"EHR MA GERSH. TRERMP STERMPS."
"EHR MA GERSH. PERSERNAL PERGRESS."
"EHR MA GERSH. VACERM MER CER."
"EHR MA GERSH. UCHTDERF."
"EHR MA GERSH. THERFTSHERP."
"EHR MA GERSH. TERCER BERL."
"EHR MA GERSH. PERP RERCKS."
"EHR MA GERSH. DA BERK ERF MERMEN."
"EHR MA GERSH. CERB."
"EHR MA GERSH. CHERCLERATE STREWBERRIES."
You get the picture. WE thought it was hilarious. We did it ALL day. Literally. Besides the fact that we're incredibly hilarious, we're also incredibly annoying. Please come be our friends. ;)
ALSO. I made my brother the coolest shirt in existence. Like, for real. He has worn in three times since I made it for him on Wednesday. It's THAT cool. So, look at it. Love it. https://www.etsy.com/listing/127688254/boys-bowties-are-cool-t-shirt?
Why yes, I am promoting my etsy shop on my blog! ;)
You know the post is gonna be good when I start with a line like that...^^
Saturday was the YW General Broadcast, for my fellow Mormons. In my stake, we had the Personal Progress Recognition Dinner before hand. Hit two birds with one stone, ya know? The program went as follows:
Recognition
Dinner
Broadcast
The Recognition consisted of every young woman who had received her medallion sitting on the stand and taking turns in a predestined order talking about something they'd gained from their experience in the program. *I* was unaware of this, and since I got there about 4 minutes late, it came as a bit of a surprise when I looked at the program and realized that *I* was next. Needless to say, my little "speech" was a bit flustered and didn't make much sense. You can laugh about that.
After I'd returned to my seat (there was NO way I was sitting up there), I *tried* to pay attention to the other girls.
It is necessary at this point to mention that Georgi was sitting next to me.
So, this one girl gets up to give her little shpeel. Now, I know this girl, somewhat. She's the girl that suggested that we darn socks for our fun pioneer activity at Trek. I hope that prepares you. SO, she's telling us about her experience reading The Book of Mormon for her Virtue project. And she says, "My favorite part of reading the scriptures is that I can really relate to the obstacles they have, because they are some of the exact trials I go through in my life."
I immediately turned to Georgi and whispered, "Yeah, I remember that time that my brothers were beating me with rods. Thank goodness an Angel came and saved me!" Trust me, I feel a bit bad, but her reaction was priceless.
After she'd stopped laughing she said something along the lines of, "I remember the time I was thrown in a Lions' Den. I'm really glad an Angel shut their mouths so they didn't eat me."
It kinda continued like that...
"I remember that time I was asked to watch over the Kings' sheep, and those guys came and tried to steal them. I chopped off all their arms."
"There was that one time that me and a few buddies got thrown in a fire. Jesus saved me."
"Dude, the worst was when my older brothers were jealous of how awesome I am, so they tied me to a mast on our ship. God got really mad at them."
"I remember finding the Liahona outside my tent that one time! If only my older brothers would've been more obedient, it would've worked better!"
"Do you remember camping outside and listening to King Benjamin??"
"I remember scalping that one dude who wouldn't listen to reason and put down his weapons of war."
I wish I could remember more of them. But we laughed for about 15 more minutes, just saying one whenever we thought of one. Hey, at least we know the scriptures pretty well...
Another thing that probably pissed off EVERYONE around us was the fact that we felt it would be funny to say "EHRMAGERSH" in front of everything. All day.
"EHR MA GERSH. TRERMP STERMPS."
"EHR MA GERSH. PERSERNAL PERGRESS."
"EHR MA GERSH. VACERM MER CER."
"EHR MA GERSH. UCHTDERF."
"EHR MA GERSH. THERFTSHERP."
"EHR MA GERSH. TERCER BERL."
"EHR MA GERSH. PERP RERCKS."
"EHR MA GERSH. DA BERK ERF MERMEN."
"EHR MA GERSH. CERB."
"EHR MA GERSH. CHERCLERATE STREWBERRIES."
You get the picture. WE thought it was hilarious. We did it ALL day. Literally. Besides the fact that we're incredibly hilarious, we're also incredibly annoying. Please come be our friends. ;)
ALSO. I made my brother the coolest shirt in existence. Like, for real. He has worn in three times since I made it for him on Wednesday. It's THAT cool. So, look at it. Love it. https://www.etsy.com/listing/127688254/boys-bowties-are-cool-t-shirt?
Why yes, I am promoting my etsy shop on my blog! ;)
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