Silly Willy ;)

This is something I've been meaning to talk about for basically forever. And by that, I mean for about two weeks.

Nicknames.

I love nicknames. I give most people I meet a nickname. It's what I do. And some people are baffled by it, or confused, and so I shall now share my thoughts with you.

Nicknames are a sign of affection(unless you call some a poop face regularly because you hate them. That's a different story tho). When someone calls you a pet name, it's because they care about you. It's true.

I was recently dubbed "Ella" by a friend. Get those confused looks off your faces. "Ella" is short for "Nutella". It makes sense, and it's cute. Every time he calls me Ella, I feel happy and fuzzy because I know he cares.

My sister is named Rachel. I call her Rachey. Same thing. These nicknames are signs of affection. I love nicknames. A whole lot. 

Everyone in my phone(most everyone) has a nickname. Even tho I don't actually call them that, "Oh hey there, Platonic boom blast"(I just made that up...no one in my phone is named that...), it's because I care and because they're pretty great people and stuff. Here are some examples: (These are all taken straight from my phone book)

Alfredo Sauce

Appealing Attire

Boss

Brad Pitt Effect

Dill Pickle

Double D

Dream Disturber

Flipping Poop Woman

Future Roomie <3

Husband

Isssss Mario!!

Lizard

Major Homo

Monkey

Mop Head

Mrs. Captain America

Mucho Sexy Singer

My Spicy Friend

Sandwich Maker

Sariahhomeskilletwicekwispietweet

Sexy Banana Female Companion

She Works Out

Soulmate :)

Sparta

Tattoo Arms

Thejerkfacechocolatemonkeybutt

The Redneck

All of the above people are people that I care about. Like, for reals. And if I don't CARE about them, I definitely don't hate them. I could probably tell you who they all were. In fact, I will.

Out of order. None of these people actually correspond with the person in that order up there. ^^

Casey    

Helen      

Dallin   

Tori    

Julia      

Austin     

Dan       

Dillon      

Alex       

Alyssa    

Ashley    

Diego     

Abi    

Rebekah     

Brooke 

Levi      

Sariah   

Georgi    

Lizzie     

Allister     

Jess       

Jacob     

Layne     

Nainoa   

Kylar      

Anela      

Ian      

See? I care, or have cared, about all these people.

Nicknames. They are a wonderful part of life. I love them. I love calling people shortened versions of their names(except Helen. Hell isn't a good nickname), or a cute nickname that just the two of us know. It makes them special. It makes our relationship special.

I love nicknames. So next time I call you Mental Terrorist, or Fat Lard, or Pregnant Woman (I dunno. I'm just throwin ideas out), don't be offended. Smile a little and call me something equally unique/strange. And I promise our friendship will be better. ;)

BONUS:

In the comments, if I named you, try guessing what your nickname is. And even if you know what your nickname is...guess anyway. Comments make me feel happy.

AND if you're feeling truly daring, guess other people. 

I should stop falling asleep on the floor...

It's Thursday. And I'm posting. So, you all know what that means.

Expect a superb post tomorrow. Just fyi.

Okay. These moments are from the past month...ish. All the ones I can remember...yeah...let's see how this goes. But first, today/yesterday.

Yesterday: Sucked. Just kidding, yesterday was fabulous. I skyped with Ian, babysat my siblings, did a butt ton of homework ,and then Georgi came over and did my nails while we watched Monk. I know none of that is incredibly exciting or anything, but it was a really good day.

Today:...today...well....let's say it's not as good as yesterday. Yet. I dunno. I came home from seminary, and fell asleep on the floor while my sisters gave me a "back rub" which ended up in a butt rub, head rub, and leg rub. And I slept through the whole thing. I sleep through a lot of stuff...and then I've been glued to the screen, doing homework, all morning. I took a step away 10 minutes ago to check on the kids(Autumn and I are babysitting the kids for the duration of the week. She's on day duty, I get nights.) and guess what? It's a mess. Surprise surprise. I got just a intsy bit mad. Whatevs, I ran upstairs before I yelled too much. ;)

Okay. Here we go.

Awkward:

About a month ago, my family visited a small ward about 3 hours away from our home, just for the heck of it. After the meeting we went and looked at scenery and all that crap. ANYWAY. The church is tiny, with 20 members TOPS. Including us. Needless to say, it was tiny. If a baby were to cry, EVERYONE would know whose it was(there were no babies there). I was sitting between Madie and Autumn. During the sacrament prayer, Autumn shifted in her chair. And it sounded a whole heck of a lot like a fart. Come on guys. A fart at quiet times is one of the funniest things on the planet. We all made those weird sputtering breathing laughing noises. And then I'd be calm and Autumn would start laughing again. I was composed by the time the prayer was over, so maybe they thought Autumn was the only one who laughed? *crosses fingers* Either way, I felt HORRIBLE. I mean, that's sacred, and we totally messed it up. But it was funny...

Just a few weeks ago, I was in Young Women In Excellence. I was sitting between Jodi and Georgi. And in the middle of a talk, I think it was from the Bishop, Jodi gets a text message. Unlike most teenagers with non-iPhones that I know, Jodi does NOT have her phone on vibrate. Ever. And her text ringtone is a VERY LOUD recording of some guy(I think he's from 1 Direction...which would be why I don't know him) saying "NO! Jimmy protested.". So, in the middle of a tender moment, her phone EXPLODES with the sound of a british dude. We were trying sooo hard not to laugh. Which failed. Again, I felt horrible.

On the way home from seminary, sometime in the past few weeks, we were making faces at people (as usual) and we had someone almost hit the curb cuz they were looking at us. I think I'm a danger. Which leads me to the next awkward thing..

On my way home from the UPS store last week, I passed a man who was holding a sign. I think it was the fact that I was wearing Aviators (they're the proven to be the sexiest sunglasses ;) ), but he completely turned around as I passed, so he could keep looking at me. Which a stricken look on his face. And then he almost fell into the street. I didn't know whether this should fall under awkward or awesome...so it goes here. When in doubt, claim things are awkward! Yeah!

At a dance recently (that was very empty), Georgi and I were some of the only girls who weren't dancing. So, like freshmen, we started dancing. Like idiots. Like the whole spinning around in circles, and then pressing our cheeks against each other and stalking across the room (please tell me you know what I'm referring to...). Whilst doing this, I saw a guy (who was dressed as a ghostbuster...) come up to ask Georgi to dance. Like, to cut in. But, we were spinning. So we spun away quickly, and she had no idea. I felt kinda bad afterwards, but it was just...it was just awkward.

At aforementioned dance, my friend Georgi and I decided to show our bishop our screen savers. There will be a picture at the end of the post. It's basically of me catching a kiss she blew at me. And he gave us a strange look, and just as we were like, "Uh....nevermind", he started laughing. I have the best bishop.

I was babysitting over the weekend, and Georgi would come spend the night with me. On the first night, we stayed up until about 2 am talking and crap. And we also decided to chew a bunch of gum. And video tape it. And that video is the funniest thing ever. The link will be on this blog. Eventually.

Last week, Autumn and I attempted to do Yoga. Just as we were trying to do one that involved having our butts in the air, our father walked in. Talk about awkward...

I almost pants-ed (how the crap do you spell that??) someone. JUST KIDDING. Sort of.

I accidentally told multiple people that Obama came from the devils butt hole. (I texted this to Beka on purpose...but I accidentally spoke it out loud to everyone at my house at the time. And not everyone was related to me...)

My young womens leader had a meeting with the bishop, and I jokingly told her that she was going to be released. At church on Sunday, she was released...

I went to Mickey D's with Georgi. And I was in the process of trying to fit as many fries into my mouth at once, when I noticed a man outside the window, looking at me. I tried smiling. And then started laughing, and spit some out on accident.

On the same night, a creepy man sat behind us and kept laughing at things we did...it was creepy...

A few days later, the kids I was babysitting insisted I take them to McDonalds. And I had no idea how to order a Happy Meal...which I am oddly proud of. Yup.

Ian is really awkward. ;)



I know there were more awkward things, but I can't think of any at the moment.


Awesome:

I got a freaking 100/100 on my History Midterm last week. Allow me to scream and run around.

I went on one of the funnest dates ever, that ended up in a huge paint fight. It was so awesome.

I got some frickin awesome mugs and stuff from Layne.

I went to lunch with Abi. Woooohooo!

I mom surprised me with a trip to Sushi King a few weeks ago! It like, made my week.

I dyed a pair of pants. Like, they were dark denim, and now they are yellow. YELLOW, MY FRIENDS. I am the bomb.

I also watermarked a t shirt.

Rachel finally got the scarf I made her. And she said it was the most beautiful scarf she's ever worn, and it made my day.

Georgi has the freakin awesomest car in existence. I'm just sayin.


Yeah, I can't really think of anything else that's happened that's awesome...mostly my life is just awkward...


Hopefully I'll remember more stuff for next week. Maybe I'll write it down. ;)

 See? Our phones are awesome. Except mine is tiny and a piece of crap. But whatevs.

 This is what happens when I fall asleep on the floor...thanks to Autumn. Sorry bout the super awkward picture...and awkward angle...and just, yeah...

Today, I didn't feel like taking a picture of myself. So, instead, you get a picture of my sweatshirt. Which I love. 

Applicable song lyric: "I don't even know if we're still friends. It's so confusing, understanding you."

See ya tomorrow, peeps.

Valentines day

K. I'm not the biggest fan of Valentines day. I'm just not. I mean, we're celebrating our love for people, right? And that is something I fully support. But I hate how society has commercialized every freakin holiday out there. And really, if you love someone, celebrate that every day. Not just when America wants to suck your money.

Another stupid thing about that day: Everyone either hates it, or loves it. Either way, it's annoying.
Getting on facebook is a nightmare. Example:

NEWS FEED

Bob Green: Happy Valentines day baby! I love you (tagged girlfriend here)

Hannah Smith: Valentines day is so stupid.

Matthew Humble: Forever alone.

Sabrina Twinkie: I'm just waiting for tomorrow, cuz I want cheap chocolate, which is the only reason for V DAY!

Alfredo Sauce: Best day out of the year <33333333333



I mean, ok. Really?? I already have to sift through enough crap on facebook, but now the only thing I see is your love life, or your lack thereof?? It makes me wanna hurl.
In fact, I was so tempted to just put as my status: "Happy Tuesday and commercialism day!"

But I digress.

I like holidays, a lot, when people take it seriously. (Really, there's nothing romantic about posting on your girlfriends wall and saying, "For Valentines day I want a heart reeses peanut butter cup". Get real people.)

Honestly, I'd forgotten that it was Valentines day tomorrow. I get to seminary, and my dear friend Abi gives me a little Captain America Valentine. And then it hits me. Duuuuhhh.
So I'm helping my mom make our Valentines day breakfast(Pink pancakes and chocolate truffles. You're jealous), and we're talking about our plans for the day. She informs me that THIS year we're going to make valentines and deliver them to a few people that we care about. I think it's a great idea, and as I'm eating said pancakes, I get this idea. And let me tell you, it's a killer idea.

Now, before I continue, I want to clear somethin' up. I'm not hatin' on Valentines day, even if it may seem so. And I may seem hypocritical(Yeah. I just criticized people on their valentines day activites). But I'm really not. The thing that *I* have a problem with is: a) people whining about it on Facebook. b) The commercialism. c) The bragging on Facebook. d) People only making a big deal out of it so they can get attention.

To continue:
I like doing things for people that make them feel loved. And so, just for the heck of it and sheer pleasure of making someone else happy, I went and did the most epic thing ever.

This:

And here's the thing about me doing this. After I did it, I didn't post on facebook, "Look at what a good friend I am! You're all jealous!" Psh. Come on. Let's be grown ups.
And yes, I'm posting it on here. Why? Not to freaking brag. If you think so, ok then. Go read someone elses blog. I posted it here to prove my point. That I think Valentines day should be FUN.
Society puts so much pressure on people. "Go buy chocolate", "Take your SO to dinner", "Go do something super expensive and super over the top to show everyone you're better than them". It's stupid.
I spent half an hour cutting out hearts, half an hour writing pick up lines on them, and ten minutes decorating her door. It didn't take me long, but I made this girl feel freakin loved.
As my mom is delivering valentines, she dropped me off at Abi's house, and I got to work. And I had fun doing it. I was giggling, thinking about what a surprise she'd get when she got home from school in twenty minutes. And then the whole way home, I was giggling and kept checking the time on my phone. She got home from school late, but as soon as she did, I got a lovely little text from her saying how amazing it was and how much she liked it. And ya know what?
That was the point. The point was for both of us to feel warm and fuzzy. And she wasn't gonna feel guilty for me spending money. And I wasn't gonna feel like it was a waste of money.
Cuz that's what Valentines day has turned into. A money sucking day.

But I digress.

Back to the heart attack-ed door.
Every single heart had a pick-up line. And I normally wouldn't share. But they were the "pee your pants" kinda funny. so I'll share. Again, if you don't wanna, don't read it.

"This isn't a pickup line. It's a pickup rhombus."
"My heart tastes like chicken. Please eat it."
"I'll love you forever. Even if you call the police."
"This Valentines day, I promise to show my love for you by stalking you the old fashioned way. Don't look outside your window."
"Is that cupid in your pocket, or do you have weird shaped pants?"

And let me tell you. This is a SMALL fraction of what was on her door. Want to hear the rest? Ask her. ;)


Valentines day is supposed to be about showing your love. It's supposed to be great. Yes, I ENCOURAGE showing your love.  It's not about the lust, not about the chocolate, not about the money. It's about the freaking love.
And if that's what it's about for you, fabulous. I applaud you for keeping the real meaning behind Valentines day. And if not, well, sucks to be you.


Hate me or not, this is my opinion.