We be stunna

I was busy all weekend. I threw a surprise party for my sister, which took a lot of effort...so...I apologize that I didn't post. At all. Also, it's Monday. Ew.

Stop. song time. (I gotcha. You thought it was gonna be "Hammer time" or "in the name of love", didn't you?)

Day 3 - A song that makes you want to cry.

Long Live ~ Taylor Swift

For those who have heard this song, you might understand. This song reminds me of people in my past, and the people in my present, who I loved/love dearly. Certain people come to mind. Garrett, Casey, Jacob, Brooke, Helen, Rebekah, Layne. I will share my "tear jerking" line with you.

"Please promise me this. If you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name."

Nuff said.


Day 4 - A song you listen to when you're pissed.

Misery Business ~ Paramore

The name kinda says it all, no? When I'm pissed, the beat and the words really resonate with me and I feel powerful. Just cuz.

Day 5 - A song that would not be appropriate in church.

Heh. Heh. There are a lot of songs that wouldn't be appropriate in church...But I shall say...

E.T. ~ Katy Perry

This song was, strangely enough, stuck in my head all of Saturday. Or, part of a remix of this song.

Story time.

I went to my dads office with Georgi to  blow up balloons for Autumn's surprise birthday. The first song that came on pandora was the remix of E.T. And at the party later, when handing out the cards for "Mafia", I would start singing the beat. (" DA NU NU NU NU NU NU NU NU NU NU DAAA NU NU NU NU NU NU NU NU NU NU!") It thoroughly annoyed a few girls, but everyone else thought it was hilarious.

End of story time.


Day 6 - The "Mother knows best" song from Tangled.

First, who DOESN'T love this movie? Please comment your address, so I can come hit you with a tack hammer.

I just love this song. It makes me laugh, and reminds me of when Helen and I were at Navajo Lake and we watched Tangled with everyone the last night.


So. Here's a picture for you.

Hot, right? I know. We be stunnas.

I can't explain this picture. So deal with it.

Also, I dyed those pants myself. Yup. I'm cool.

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. 

Oink oink

Hallo, friends. I'm posting yesterdays picture and todays picture. I realized something amazing yesterday. See, my computer sometimes hates me(we've all experienced this). A few years ago, it would let me plug my SD card into my computer and upload the pictures straight from that. However, it stole that privilege from me, and since then I've had to plug my actual camera into the computer. You can now understand how obnoxious uploading a picture everyday can be. Here's the exciting news: I walked up to my sister, who was on the computer, yesterday. So I could kick her off. I needed the computer! Anyway, I discovered that she was uploading her pictures. VIA SD CARD. I totally flipped out, and grabbed my VERY full SD cards. And tried it. And realized that it was working.. And I felt like my life was suddenly a thousand times better. So maybe this will affect the daily posting. Maybe it won't. Whatever. It was exciting.

K, so, yesterday sucked. So badly. I am not a big fan of the kids I sit next to in Seminary, mostly because they make fun of homeschoolers in the way that makes me want to punch them in the esophagus. The teasing and jokes were especially bad that morning. And I came home and got frustrated with my midterms. I wanted to do basically EVERYTHING but that midterm(which I am still preparing). And my mom changed my presets in the car. And threw away my favorite fortune(I save fortunes from cookies and stick them on the clock in my car). I know all that doesn't seem like a lot, but it was also a Monday. And MIDTERMS. I was kinda miffed. So, I went to Walmart and splurged. I won't tell you all the things I bought. We'll just say it's a lot. And I kinda yelled to no one while I was driving. And then I came home and hugged my mom and cried. And then studied while eating some of the crap I bought. The prospects of the day were NOT bright.

And THEN. I got a package.

It was a late birthday present. From Layne. We really suck at sending packages/presents on time. We just do. My present came around her birthday. Her present will arrive around my birthday. Part of that's cuz we're busy, the other half is because we're really into DIY. ANYWAY. This present was superb. The box was covered in slips of paper with Psych quotes on them. Our very favorite ones. Inside was even BETTER. It was two mugs, which she'd decorated herself. An apron that she embroidered, and probably sewed(I haven't checked that yet...), and 29 sporks from Taco Bell. Or some other place that has sporks. It was wonderful. Now, the sporks don't make any sense to you. And they don't have to, because they make sense to us and that's what matters. Anyway, I cried a few tears of joy at the arrival of the present. It totally turned my completely crappy day around. When I went to work later, I brought one of my mugs with me. I know you don't usually do that, but I don't conform.

Today has been better in the fact that I haven't thrown anything, cried, or yelled. But I've eaten way too much, cussed a little under my breath(sorry), and banged my head against the keyboard. Multiple times. Now, I have to go finish writing the essays for my history midterm. So, enjoy the pictures.

Yesterday. I love this mug so much. 

aaaaand today. This is me at the desk, working my butt off. See my mug of tea? It was fabulous, especially cuz of the mug it was in. 

Yes, I'm wearing the same shirt...when I came home from work, I fell asleep immediately. And then I woke up and went to seminary in it. No one else will see me all day, and it doesn't smell. So don't judge too harshly. We all do it. Sometimes. During test times...

Song of the day: "I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily."

*happy sigh*

So, I skyped with Garrett tonight, which was basically amazing. That kid makes me happy.

Now would probably be a good time to tell you about how we met, yes?

So, I go to this music camp every summer. And it's fun and amazing. My first year, two years ago, I met this reeaaalllyy cute guy. And his name was Garrett. And I was pretty positive I had scared him away forever and ever because, let's face it, I can be really creepy. In fact, he witnessed the foundation of many of my creepiest faces that week. The poor kid. I went away from music camp, horribly infatuated, and as far as I could tell, he probably couldn't tell whether or not he was glad he had met me.

Now, fast forward roughly a year...and a couple months. I get a facebook friend request from Garrett. Big surprise, but it was a good one. We started messaging back and forth, and it got to the point that it was one of the highlights of my days when we would chat. We went through a little phase during Christmas break where we didn't talk, at all. Which was kinda sad, but I told myself it didn't matter. Anywho, the point of my story is: Garrett is amazing. And funny, And sweet. And lots of other things, because you're probably getting really bored and you don't even wanna HEAR me get started on how attractive he is. ;)

So we had planned for him to skype with me and Layne tonight, because he will be meeting her in two-ish months and we figured it would be good for them to meet. Aaaand...Layne didn't show up until we'd been skyping for about 40 minutes. She basically popped her head in(as did her mother), said hi, and then not so quietly announced she was going to get ready for bed. All in all? It was super fun. And it was super nice to get to see him, cuz you don't get to see peoples emotions when you talk on the phone, or when you just look at pictures. Not that I do that all the time or anything... *cough*

*yawn* I'm tired. And Layne is passing out next to me. And I need to get the Nutella outta my braces. ;)

Night blog-stalking world!