weirdo.

is it weird that every time i climb stairs i think about being on the amazing race? then i spend the next ten minutes thinking about how much ass i would kick on that show.

is it weird that i still really, really, really, really like maroon 5? they were my music of choice for spring break 2k9. that was when i realized that no one else likes maroon 5, like at all. oops.

is it weird that my boss is listening to mindy gledhill in his office? on full blast? i think he thinks it will help lower our stress levels. but it actually just makes me want to blog instead of work. sooooooo.

is it weird that all i think about is the tv show lost? just started season three the other day. i feel like i should stop watching, but i have invested so much time i just can't bring myself to turn it off. and i really need to know what happens to jack, sawyer, and kate. so i will just keep watching til that story line dissolves and then see how i feel.

is it weird that i'm going to minneapolis next week? on "business". k, maybe i shouldn't ask this question. cause it is weird.

is it weird that i wore open toed shoes on the snowiest and rainiest day of the year? it's just that i forgot to look out the window before i got dressed.

is it weird that i typed this whole post with one finger?

well, this is something.

so much has happened since i last blogged. not. seriously, nothing has happened. but below are some things that i thought might be kind of exciting.

i decided on a few things that i'm not gonna consider embarrassing anymore. like having something stuck in my teeth? not embarrassed. also having my zipper down? no read cheeks here. burping REALLY loud in public? not gonna bat an eye. also: snoring, slipping, dancing in public and picking my nose.

i turned left the other day and got a broken wrist in return. oh man.

i'm obsessed with "lost". i think about it most days. wondering the true meaning of the island. nobody tell me please. well actually do tell me, so i stop wasting my life.

i am almost done with my christmas shopping. not.

i have been saying "not" a lot lately. and it's so bad i even annoy myself. but i can't stop.

i realized i have the greatest friends ever. how'd i get so lucky?

my sister is having a baby girl. so now all i think about is that baby girl. i already love her too much.

lastly, i asked santa for a million dollars and an ipad for christmas. hope he delivers.

oh thanks.

so in november i start getting real thankful for everything. maybe cause of thanksgiving, maybe not. so i just wanted to say thanks..

thanks erika. for being my sister. and for having a chocolate fight in the kitchen when we were tweens. for laughing at the same jokes, even when we're in different rooms, or different towns. thanks for caring what happens in my life. and for not being mad at me still for punching you in the face that one time in canada. thanks for marrying the man of your dreams in the temple. thanks for being the example even though you are my baby sister. and for helping me not to swear... as much. thanks. oh and thanks tyler. for being the brother i always wanted. for taking care of my little sister. for putting up with our crazy family. thanks.

thanks mom and dad. for being my parents. for loving each other through ups and downs. thanks for being great examples of love. for magnifying your callings. for encouraging not only love and respect for family but also friendship and loyalty. thank you for only grounding me once in my whole life. for forbidding us from watching the simpson's and then watching it with us when we were teenagers. thanks for never being judgmental and always supporting me in all that i do. thanks.

thanks boyfriend. for being my boyfriend. for being really funny. for listening to all my weird stories and laughing with me. for making my life even better. for seeing the best in me. for encouraging and loving me. thanks for being the good kind of crazy. for letting me be exactly who i am. thanks for thinking that my burps are one of the best things about me. thanks for all the greatest times. thanks.

thanks friends. old and new. wherever you may be. for always being there, at the perfect times. thanks for all the laughs and jokes. thanks for making me a better person. for the countless hours of the best times of my life. for giving me hope when i didn't see any. thanks.

thanks step brothers and sisters. for being like real brothers and sisters. thanks for inviting me into your lives. for always being there for me. for traveling hours just to see me walk across the stage in a cap and gown. thanks for being funny. and for being great friends. thanks.

thanks everyone else who may not be exactly mentioned above. for being in my life. for all you have done, small or large. thanks. thanks. thanks.

ron weasley.

i just found out that i will be seeing the new harry potter movie not once, but TWICE in the next 48 hours. i am so so so so so excited. what a lucky girl i am. i mean, seriously. so maybe if you don't like harry potter you shouldn't read my blog for the next month. cause that's probably all i'll be writing about. and all i'll be talking about, so probably don't even be around me if you don't like hp. ANYWAY.

brain freeze. i mean, brain frio.

went ice skating. no skills, shouldn't really go pro. confusing. cause i could have sworn i use to be good at it. made up a routine, though. nice time.

i'm having a hard time transitioning from summer to winter clothing. like today i had to force myself to wear a coat. yesterday i wore a sun dress to church. it's like the middle of november and i somehow think i can get away with those kind of shenanigans. who knew shenanigans was even a word. i didn't. gonna start using that word more now that i know it's real.

learning spanish. finally, right? i mean, i'm so over going to cafe rio and having to explain that although i look like i should, i don't speak spanish. should i invest in rosetta stone? or should i just rely on a really good lookin tutor and igoogle translate? help.

i am really into quotes right now. i am always reading them. it's nice, cause when i give advice to people i use random quotes that i remember, and then claim them as my own genius. oops. sometimes i feel like they could have come from my brain though. so i don't feel as guilty. but now that i'm writing this, i feel really guilty. i'm gonna start giving people a reference page after we have heart to hearts. that'll be nice.

well i think that's it for now. i'm sorry to all my english major friends, sooo many sentence fragments happening in this post. i'll be better. but not.

blog post.

sometimes i feel like i might be on some hidden camera show. that, or the world is playing a huge joke on me. do you know what i mean? like today, for example, i'm standing in line waiting to tell the subway girl what i want on my sandwich. and this man in front of me is saying the weirdest things. really, so weird. and so funny. but not purposely funny. like i had to cover my mouth so that no one could see my smile. i really almost lost it when he said "now go hard on that parmesan". i started looking around for hidden cameras thinking that maybe "smile, you're on candid camera" was making a comeback this season. but then, the more this dude spoke the more i thought this HAD to be an mtv hidden camera show, i mean he was making some of the most perverted comments about oil and vinegar i've ever heard, maybe i was going to get a dollar for every minute i lasted or something. but, unfortunately no cameras showed up. that dude was really that perverted. or worse, maybe i'm just that perverted. uhhhhh.

i'm reminding myself of this quote i once read it goes "people who don't know me well enough might say i'm delusional and paranoid, but they're just out to get me."

see yuh.

ooookay.

it's halloween this weekend and i don't even have a costume yet. halloween is not a holiday for procrastinators, i always end up being something way weird and uncomfortable. i just wonder if i should cave and buy one of those pre-made nurse/cop/slut outfits. after i wrote that sentence i realized what a bad idea it was. never mind.

yesterday i was so sick i couldn't even move. i was like paralyzed by illness. but now today, i feel great. i'm beginning to wonder if i am allergic to noni. cause on wednesday i had 16 oz of it and then barf party 2010 happened. but on the other hand, maybe i shouldn't have ate at denny's, i'm sure that place could make any girl puke for two hours straight. (is anyone grossed out by this paragraph yet?)

i've been real emotional lately. like wtf is the deal. a couple mornings ago i got a lump in my throat cause i was out of granola bars. i guess i really like granola bars.

back to puking. i saw jackass 3d. and i literally almost puked. it was real funny though. but i'm not recommending that movie to anyone. i can't have that on my conscience.

well that's all i really have to say right now. bye.

all i've got are questions.

today i woke up REALLY late and barely had time to brush my teeth. but everyone is telling me how great i look. should i be offended?

i've had a cough for two and a half weeks. is that normal?

i've watched a certain youtube video every day for the passed (past? i will never be sure) week. i feel like it has improved my happiness and overall wellness. possible?

i went to a friend's birthday party at a club on saturday. and some dude proposed to his girlfriend on stage. he was slurring his speech and she was wearing a see-through dress. romantic?

i found a really great blog that i love to read. but the title has the F word in it. should i stop reading it based on principle? is it like eating a brownie with a worm baked in the middle?

have you ever had zucchini noodles with alfredo sauce? greatest invention.

did you know that "dammit im mad" is the same forward and backward? (don't think about this one too long, your mind will explode. trust me.)

k i have a lot more questions. but i also have a lot more work. soooooo.

so i'm thinking.

look at these pictures and listen to bob dylan or something....

butterbeer.

i ate candy. those pretzel m&m's are just so freakin good. there was no way you expected me to be able to resist those, right? i was forced to go to costco and get snacks and treats for the office. i am like, really? of course, send the girl with a raging addiction to pick up all the candy, and not only that, but put it all in my direct vision. i mean i can have my back to it, but i swear that candy just speaks to me, gets in my head, and makes me go crazy. so i had a handful. i'm no longer making goals i decided. wait, is that a goal? a goal to not make goals. i'm going crazy. too much sugar.

also, this weekend is ali's bridal shower. and my subconscious is going insane. i have had like 20 dreams about it. in one of them, i forgot ALL the food. i looked over at the table and there were only cups and napkins, and ali wasn't even pissing*, in fact she suggested we go to costco and get a veggie platter, so we did. in another dream i was trying to write down all the gifts she had received but it was taking me so long, and she was opening gifts too fast and there was SO much wrapping paper and ribbon all around me i started to get really hot and i couldn't stop writing. weirdest.

i like the rain. i mean, who doesn't. but i mean i really really really like the rain. it puts me in a calm and peaceful mood, and you know, i'm not naturally a calm or peaceful person. so it's real nice.

i feel like talking about anna on here again. cause recently we have just been talking about butterbeer. and we both really have the same opinions on it. like we think it is a warm drink that isn't carbonated. but so many people are telling us the opposite. but i think we won't listen and just do whatever we feel like. and i really hope she will just make some already and invite me over to a muggle hogsmead and we can talk about cats and plot our plan to finally get our education at hogwarts. we'll be like super super super seniors or whatever, but it won't matter, because we will be really good at potions and stuff so people will like us.

i'm the weirdest person, i think. i realize.

*after i posted this. i read through it, just to make sure i didn't say anything i'm going to regret in the morning. and then i saw that i wrote pissing instead of pissed. and i was going to change it, but then i think it is way better if i just say pissing. k, bye.

hawry pottah.

i think i might be having writers block this morning. i haven't really ever experienced it. i always have something stupid to write about. but not today. all that's on my mind is harry potter. and i think it's cause i read anna's blog the other day and she wrote a breathtaking post about him. and then yesterday, ali did the same thing. my mind was blown. so for the passed 24 hours all i can think about is harry potter. and how i wish ron would be my boyfriend. and i wish luna would hang out with me and we could talk about whatever we feel like. but instead i guess i'll just talk in a british accent all day.

slumber.

last night whilst trying to sleep, i woke up to a mysterious clicking noise coming from underneath my bed. i patiently waited, hoping it would knock it off. no luck. i checked under the bed, and couldn't find a thing. soooo i used my best judgment and slept in the bathroom.

sugar free.

my roommate and i swore off sugar til halloween. worst idea. should have probably put more thought into it. it's been approximately 12 hours 37 minutes since sugar last entered my body, and i'm dying over here. i feel like every song that plays on pandora is talking about candy and sugar and popsicles, and i'm like can't a girl catch a break? can't today's pop culture take interest in carrots and veggie patties? so yeah, i've been complaining about this all day obviously, and then some idiot said to me "if you are bitter at the heart, sugar in the mouth will not help you." and i just laughed and punched him in the face. and that's when i realized i AM bitter. oopsie.

i need to tell you something.

you know what phrase i've never really understood/hated a lot? TGIF. it really makes me wanna puke when someone says it/writes it. and i hate that restaurant too, so it doesn't really help the cause at all. and the worst part is, i have said it/thought it like 1561233156 times today. and i meant it every time. like i have never done so much thanking for a friday in all of my life.

anyway listen to this story. so i was reading. a magazine. and i saw all these amazing clothes/accessories and for some reason i can't stop thinking about these stupid rings that i want. stupid.

also, did you notice how many times i just used this /? i'm trying it out but i don't really know how i feel about it. i still think i like commas way better. commas are like my thing.

okay so TGIF!! right/wrong?

ps.

today all i can think about is diet coke. it's the first time in a long while that i would actually be okay with putting my mouth right on a spout of diet coke at the local maverick.

in other news. i saw "easy a" the other night. i would definitely recommend it. you will have so much funny material to last you for weeks.

k, bye, for real.

i'm okay with it.

corporate lifestyle.

today during my lunch break i got a manicure, checked my email, and ate a sandwich. jealous?

sleep walking.

i don't think i slept for one second last week. and i don't know why i did that. cause then on saturday i was like a zombie. i don't even think i made one full sentence and i kept thinking that cats were trying to attack me. i do not condone sleep deprivation. but then on saturday night i slept for 12 hours, straight, i didn't even move one time. so then i was thinking maybe i do condone sleep deprivation if i can get 12 hours of sleep without one bathroom break. which reminds me, i sent a text about taking a break the other day, and i spelled it "brake". and then for the next 20 minutes i just thought about how that just didn't seem right. and then i realized what an idiot i am. spelling is hard sometimes. like i've been spelling receive as recieve for my whole life i swear. and then someone finally let me know the truth and i was mortified. and they said that whole "i before e except after c" and my response was "i didn't think it pertained to that word" WHAT? i am like trying to cover up my idiotness with more idiotness. (yes i realize that isn't a word, but only because that red squiggly line showed up underneath.) don't you hate when you do that? you are like trying to prove that you're smart and in the process you prove that you shouldn't be allowed to even speak without first consulting a lawyer. anyway, back to not sleeping. so i made a goal yesterday to get some sleep, and before i can even write down my goal all the sudden it's 2 in the morning. so i'm left sitting at work with 4 hours of sleep under my belt. best day.

what what.

last night i saw legend of the guardians: the owls of ga'hoole. and boy was i impressed! best movie ever. i loved it. mostly because i love owls and i love 3D. so i would recommend it if you like owls and 3D. if you're not into that maybe i would recommend for you to get your priorities straight.

also i am being a guinea pig for this new awesome product. it's suppose to make your lips real soft and wrinkle free. so far, so good, lips have not fallen off yet.

here you go.

remember a couple posts back when i whined like a baby because i couldn't find a job? well, contrary to popular belief, apparently kicking and screaming and complaining all day long actually does get you what you want! I GOT A JOB. and not only did i get a job, but like a real person job. like a grown up would have. man am i lucky. oh which reminds me i was talking to this awesome old lady about how i got a job, and she was so excited, and i said "i am so lucky" and she put her hand up, looked me straight in the eyes, and said "blessed. you were blessed." so now every time i say lucky i feel like i should change it to blessed. man am i blessed. ANYWAY, a job! a real life, human job. and i love every second of it, i could not be happier.

in other news. i like candy, a lot. and well it is kind of beginning to get out of control. i'm a monster. walking around with glazed eyes looking for a fix, chanting "I WANT CANDY" all day long. and i'm starting to think that people might be getting annoyed/freaked out by my obsession. but i'm so into candy that i don't really care what other people think.

also, i dropped my phone on the pavement the other day and it didn't even shatter. i'm so lucky (blessed).

i moved out. and i now share a room. and i was kind of secretly thinking i would hate it so much. but turns out, i love it so much. minus the no sleep part, not smart.

lastly, i ran six miles consecutively the other day. i'm pretty sure i cried, not because it sucked but because i felt so awesome about what my body can do. and then i cried some more. is it just me or does it seem like the older you get the more you cry about weird things? like i'm pretty sure i cried when i saw a flock of birds flying in perfect unison the other day. weirdest.

all everyone.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

-Jack Kerouac

the hunt.

searching for a job is like searching for my work out pants a month before summer comes... it's tough. and no one seems to want to help cause they want a bikini bod just as bad as i do, so they're busy looking for their own breathable nikes.

i imagined a life of pencil skirts and tailored pants after graduation. instead i'm still offering grumpy ladies tea or water while they wait to get their hair done. i was complaining about my job search to a woman i'd just met, she told me that finding a job in this economy is just as bad as it was during the depression. she then smiled, patted me on the hand, and told me not to lose hope. hope? what's that.

do i sound completely annoying yet? i figure if i can't complain on my blog, on twitter, on facebook, at church, in the car, at the gym, to my mom, pillow, dogs, etc, where can i complain? you know?

i'm doomed.

my dating life.

okay?

my momma.

there's a lot of people in my life i know you should get to know. i'm lucky in that department. my mom is one of those people. i get all choked up thinking about what she has sacrificed for me, what she has been through, and done, all for me. all the times she has changed my life with just a few simple words. i feel honored that i came from her, that she is mine to call mom, mine to turn to, mine to love. i'd mention all her great qualities, but you would think i'm lying, she's really that unbelievable. she is so selfless and loving, she would do anything and i really do mean anything for me. and for you too. i know she would. cause she has. i know i am who i am because of her, i can't take any credit for being this awesome. anyway mom, i love you obviously.

graduation.

Date Night.

tonight i went on a date. WITH MY MOM. cause i love her and she loves me. we saw date night, and it was hilarious. we were both laughing so hard. behind us sat a row of old women and by "old women" i mean grandmothers. needless to say, they left in the middle of the show. so if you have grandmother taste in movies, don't go. also remember to stay til after the credits cause there is a nice little treat to make you laugh. kloveyoubye.

buried life.

has anyone seen the buried life? it's the show where in the commercial he says, "what do you.. want to do... before you die?" i can't get that saying out of my head, mostly because he says it with weird inflections in his voice, pausing between words for dramatic effect. but partly because i keep thinking what DO i want to do before i die?

so how the show goes is these four guys have made a list of 100 (i think) things that they want to do before they die. and then they go and do them. and some of them are pretty outrageous and funny and some are more emotional and sensitive. and then in each episode they complete one thing and then find a random person and help them do something that they.. want to do.. before they die. but i really can't get this thought out of my head. so i thought, why not make a list of all the things i want to do. big or small. dumb or smart. easy or hard. so here's a few things i've come up with.

graduate from college.

make it on the jumbo-tron at a jazz game.

open my business.

have a dog named dash.

go to grad school.

live in new york.

change someone's life. drastically for the better.

fall madly in love.

have children.

live in a foreign country.

buy my dad the car of his dreams.

participate in a triathlon.

change the world.

what do you.... want to do.... before you die?

learnin.

today i have learned so many things, and it's only 10:52 am.

1. i learned not to judge a book by it's cover. like i know i'm 22 and i should know this by now. but today it has been solidified.

2. i learned how to add a link on the navigation of a website. i'll show you sometime.

3. i learned how to add a WHOLE PAGE to a website.

4. i learned that if i wake up at 7 am more often, i can learn more things.

5. i learned that a pigeon produces it's weight in droppings every 8 days. WHAT?

thanks for your time.

here's the secret.

"I was just interested in--in different ways of looking at this universe."

-Cat Stevens

life is changing a lot for me lately. graduation, job opportunities, moving/not moving, more school/no more school. i feel like everything is flying at my face so fast that instead of reaching out and grabbing something i'm just closing my eyes real tight. cause i'm scared of things flying at my face! sometimes i just wish i could have someone else decide what i should do. but then i remember i'm way too controlling for that. so then i start to think maybe i will just flip a coin and let fate decide. but then i remember i'm broke, so no coins. so then i came up with this great idea to just be N'SYNC with the universe. seriously. i don't know if any of you have read/watched "the secret" but basically it's this way of living and part of it describes this concept of visualizing, and believing that something will happen, and then it does. like when i first came in contact with the secret, i decided to be obsessed with it. it was my freshman year in college and finding a parking spot was a total pain in my ass. so i would visualize finding a parking spot within one minute of entering the parking lot. a few times i even stared a car down and visualized the driver coming out and me taking that spot. and believe me or not, it worked. really, you should try it. but if you think it's crazy, then don't try it, cause it won't work.

okay.

"There is a danger in the word someday when what it means is 'not this day.'... The thought 'Someday I will' can be a theif of the opportunities of time and the blessings of eternity."

-Henry B. Eyring

she's a good girl.

on sunday i decided i wanted to be good at something. so i decided to pick up my guitar and well, get good at it. five days later i can now play tom petty's version of "free falling" and people (mom and dad) can identify it. i am also working on "happy birthday" which i have made up by myself. my next song will be "angel" by jack johnson. and i really really really don't like jack johnson. but a girl has got to make sacrifices for her music.

my infatuation with graduation.

today i registered for graduation. can i say that again? today i registered for GRADUATION. as in, graduating from college. today i registered for graduation. on april 30, 2o1o, i will be a college grad. i'd like to formally invite all of you who read my blog to attend the ceremony. today i registered for graduation and i felt a little bit like crying my eyes out. for a few reasons. one being that i am so excited! another being that i am dreading the months ahead, sooo many simulations (if you're not sure what i mean by that, feel free to call me and i'll explain it to you, i'm not promising a great time). soooo many case studies. sooooooooo many countless hours spent studying and studying again. today i registered for graduation.

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Tagged.

Hi ya'll. so since i am now what i refer to as a "legit blogger" i now participate when i get tagged. so how it goes is that you give five answers to each question. got it?

1. Where were you five years ago?

a. high school. do i have to say 4 more?

b. wishing i didn't have a big zit on my face.

c. cruising state.

d. wearing low cut shirts.

e. cycling a lot.

2. What is on your to-do list today?

a. go to work.

b. laugh a lot.

c. run.

d. play with my dogs.

e. clean my room.

3. What five snacks do you enjoy?

a. chips and salsa.

b. popcorn.

c. gum.

d. pretzels.

e. sees candy suckers.

4. What five places have you lived?

a. north provo.

b. south provo.

c. springville.

d. lehi.

e. CANADA. woo, thought i wouldn't get five, but i did.

5. What five things would you do if you were a billionaire?

a. find 99 people and give them each 1 million dollars. so awesome.

b. buy dinner for everyone every time i go out with my friends.

c. wipe my butt with dollar bills, just to see if it is all it's cracked up to be.

d. go on every trip i ever get invited to.

e. get lasik.

6. People I'm tagging:

a. ANNA.

b. lindey.

c. ali.

d. katie.

e. tyler.

detox: don't read this.

so this is probably going to be one of those posts where you're not quite sure what i'm talking about but you could maybe think you know and make your own assumptions and possibly feel uplifted and enlightened. or you could feel like you have no idea what i am even talking about and then get pissed at me because you just wasted precious moments of your life. kind of how i feel when i read emily dickinson. sometimes i feel awesome and sometimes i am like WTF? anyway, so just proceed with caution, i guess.

so there's been this... um.. thing in my life that has just been eating away at me. i have been feeling like it's my never-ending lot in life that i will just have to deal with. i really thought that there was no escape. (and maybe i just made this thing in my life sound larger than it actually was, but it was large, to me, so just go right ahead thinking that it is large.) anyway, so after a while i was just like, thinking that i had weighed all my options and i was ready to just come to terms with this awfulness and not try to fix it anymore. and then this idea popped into my head. and this idea was simple, all i thought was "get rid of it". and when i thought this thought, i honestly laughed out loud. so i guess you could say i lol'd. really though, isn't that funny? i have been stressing over this problem for.... a long time, and then all the sudden it was like BAM. "hey idiot, why not just get rid of it?" and so that's what i did. i ridded it of my life. and even funnier than that thought is that it actually worked. and even funnier than that is that i had thought this thought before (i think this is the "emily dickinson" part i was referring to earlier, feel free to stop reading now) and just thought the thought was too funny to even consider. so i didn't. and now that i have, boyyy am i glad i did. after i just "got rid of it" i realized what i'd been missing out on this whole time. a world of wonderful people and things right in front of my eyes.

i had to tell you that story to help you understand what i've had on my mind all day. when i was little and when i would tell my mom that she (or someone else) had put me in a bad mood she would say "no one can make you in a bad mood but yourself. you control your mood." and if you know me, you know i'm pretty logical, and in all of my 22 years of life this may be the most logical thing i've ever heard. and as a young child i remember feeling all kinds of angry that i had no clever rebuttal because that is the cleverest rebuttal of all. and yeah i know that events happen and it affects your surroundings and it's healthy to feel real emotion, but i think as a people we carry it for far too long, we miss that step where we free ourselves.

so in this new year, why not do a little detox and get rid of it?

my frind lind.

so it's lindey's birthday today. and to celebrate we went to the always delicious Happy Sumo. YUMMY. the only thing better than the food was the conversation. hilarious.

so here's to you lindey, a whole post just for you! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

board bored boar bore.

sometimes i forget what it's like to be bored. this whole week was jam packed with great things. i made money, i learned new things, i made new friends, i made a playlist to get me pumped when i run, i cleaned (k fine, i thought about it though), i slipped on the ice and got this weird bruise on my leg which i'm thinking of making into a permanent tattoo, i laughed REALLY hard that i almost peed, i played with my dogs and realized i might be a dog whisperer.

this week i think i will finish all my homework for the next two weeks so i can do lots of awesome things, clean my room, see if my playlist works, watch whip it when it comes out, make some bracelets, laugh really hard and most likely whisper to my dogs again.

learned that.

today was one of those days where i was just so stoked on learning. class was full of interesting stuff and i was taking notes like a maniac. i was underlining words and highlighting sentences. i even got a pretty deep indent on my middle finger and smeared ink on my face, which, after seeing a million people i knew, some girl in my class was like, hey you have ink on your face. awesome.

so yeah, i am ALL about school nowadays.

Birthday gurl.

when i was seven i had this really awesome plastic football thing that was pretty much indestructible, i could put all my weight on it and it wouldn't even flatten a bit. one day, my sister and i were playing in our room and i decided to show just how awesome it was, so i proceeded to do a balancing act on it that i thought would get a lot of cheers from the crowd. but no, i shared that ball with my sister, and she didn't really enjoy that balancing act, so i threw the ball at her face. k so i know you were expecting a different outcome to that story, but it was the only way i could think of to lead into all the other awesome stories my sister and i share. like this one time when she told me all the presents i was going to get for my birthday, or that time we had a melted chocolate fight in our kitchen. the times we would go to the pool in lehi and try to wait for each other on the slide as the other person would sing "cleopatra, comin at 'cha, cleopatra, comin at 'cha". so awesome. we would get in so much trouble, but we were rebels so we didn't even care. or what about the time i punched her in the face while we were in canada with our grandparents, and she ended up having to walk home.

i guess what i'm really trying to say is that if you don't know my sister, you're really missing out. she's not only gorgeous and insanely funny, but she's the most caring person i know. she has grown up to be a beautiful woman and an amazing wife, and a great example to me. and today, on her birthday, i just want to tell her how amazing it has been to experience life with her by my side as my baby sister.

Here is an awesome video we made on thanksgiving. just in case you didn't believe me that that girl's got talent.