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.

how to beat off a bad guy:

so i dunno who reads this, and who really knows who reads your blog anyway. cause it's like i could probably google anyone and find their blog, probably. anyway, but yeah, i don't really know who does. but i'm guessing if you do, you should probably know how to fight off a bad guy. so i'm gonna tell you, cause i have. you know, beaten off a bad guy, if you will. (side note: i'm really into commas these day, it's like a new obsession of mine. when i write papers for school i like to comma the heck, okay, hell, out of them. i think it makes me seem more smart, or something.) 

so anyway, this post stems from an encounter i had leaving work a few weeks ago. some dude followed me to my car and tried to get in. it was pretty crazy, and i wish i could tell you i jujitsu'd the heck, okay, hell out of him. but i didn't. nor did i run him over with my car or stab him in the eye with my keys. no, none of those things even crossed my mind. they say adrenaline kicks in in times like those, but if that's what adrenaline feels like, i'm screwed. i couldn't even say  my name, let alone karate chop him in the privates. (i first typed balls, but then maybe kids are reading this, and i don't know if that is atomically correct, which leads me to this other funny story i have to insert here, so last weekend i was in Vegas and i ordered some garlic breadstick things, and when the guy brought them to me i was like i ordered breadsticks, and he was like "well these are breadsticks just ball shaped..... i mean ball sized.... i mean..." then walked away mumbling. ba ha.) i could barely tame my shaky hands or swallow the lump in my throat. yeah so i would say that my adrenaline is pretty worthless. luckily i had enough sense to lock the car doors. 

k so you are probably wondering, well when is she going to tell me how to beat off a bad guy when she has obviously proven she can't. well my friends, while i was filing a police report on the incident the officer told me something that i thought was a pretty great weapon, he said "as humans we are blessed with intuition, and you followed that today" he also said "you don't live in happy valley young lady, you're lucky to be alive" and other sentences that scared the crap, okay, shit out of me.

so i don't know if you caught that in the last paragraph but the secret to fighting off a bad guy is your intuition, heart, holy ghost, whatevs you prefer. i like to think that somebody was watching out for me that day, and for that, i am grateful.