Dear Global Phenom,
Remember how I used to have this blog? And I used to post on it? I kind of wish I was still creative and stuff like that, because sometimes you just need a semi-wholesome way to productively waste time on the world wide web. Do you know what I mean?
And another thing. Remember how we don't know each other anymore? It's about time we get reacquainted. Hm..
Well, here's the deal. Right now I feel like I could just devour every book on the planet, because I just love reading so much. Oh my gosh! Let's start a book club. Brilliant. Just came to me. Then we could read the same book at the same time and have a great discussion about it and I would love every second! Plus, I don't know if you are aware, but it is my goal to read 1,000 books starting with the beginning of this past summer. I don't know for sure right at this second, but I think I've read about 11 so far.
Potential barriers:
1. All that blasted textbook reading. It's really throwing off all my free time to read whatever novel suits my fancy.
2. The mission. We only have like 7 months to get this established before I (slash we. (?)) hit the mish and postpone it all for 18 months. Which is clearly fine, but I'm just sayin.
3. I haven't read Hunger Games, and you haven't read Unbroken, and how can we read the same book at the same time when this basic foundation is not yet set in each of our lives? Maybs we need a pre-book-club book club? Cross all our eyes, dot all our teas. Mm hm.
This is up for further discussion.
Peace.
Movie quote as the title comes from..........Madagascar Tres!!! Woot.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Friday, December 9, 2011
On and on and on and on and
on and on and on and on and imma be rocking like this. WHAT.
We can't help that we POPulah and all these folks wanna FLOCK to us.
And that is what we do round he-uh. The clean version. Of the song, of course.
We can't help that we POPulah and all these folks wanna FLOCK to us.
And that is what we do round he-uh. The clean version. Of the song, of course.
Monday, November 21, 2011
You Two, You Too, U2, and Bono
So, just in case you were wondering who I have been living with for the last 3 months, let me tell you.
Apartment U2 consists of four fabulous Sophomores with a love for life and all things happy. We get along so well and living with each other is more natural than putting pb and j on two pieces of wheat bread.
On Friday we went on a roommate date by going to Cafe Rio and then chillin at our apartment watching Newsies. Then we played in the snow and made our first legit snowmen of this winter season. It was so splendid!
And btw, this is the first picture of all of us together. Presh.
On Sundays we take turns making Sunday dinner for each other. This last Sunday it was H's turn. We all helped in the production of the most delicious ski country pasta I have ever digested. Yes it was soaked in bacon grease and probably clogged a whole artery and a half, but that is beside the point.
So every Sunday night we sit around the dinner table together and talk and eat and it's just great. There is nothing like roommate bonding over a good meal. Then we clean the kitchen like the perfect American family would -- everyone is cheerful and willing to help -- and, of course, you cannot forget the endless stream of Christmas music playing in the background.
If this doesn't sound like Heaven, just wait, it gets better.
Yesterday was a tad special and here is why: Our apartment had to introduce ourselves at ward prayer.
Let me share with you what exactly this introduction entails.
Well, every Sunday at ward prayer, one apartment is in charge of leading it, like providing the song, thought and prayer, and along with all the that, the apartment has to come up with some creative way to help the rest of the ward get to know them. There have been some pretty creative apartments so far, let me tell you.
One group of guys did a rap/song/thing about them that was so beyond funny.
One group of girls made a movie that was also quite entertaining.
One group of girls each brought in a shoe that described them. Meh.
So anyway, we've been at this for months now, so we knew it would eventually get to us and that our intro had to be epic.
So we thought. And we planned. And we came up with the perfect idea. And then, at about 4:45 p.m. yesterday evening, I heard a knock at the door. It was the ward prayer coordinator saying our day had arrived. I promptly slammed the door and ran screaming up the stairs,
"BIG BIG NEWS!!! IT IS OUR TURN, WE ARE PRESENTING TODAY!!!!! WE HAVE TO PRAAACCCTIICCE!!!!!!!!"
And here is how it went: Each of us took on the roll of someone else in the room. So I was T, T was K, K was H, and H was me. After deciding who was who, we then told a story from our past just how we would tell it in real life. The person acting as us would then repeat the story exaclty how that person just told it, to practice and whatnot. After all the stories were told/practiced/memorized, we added the costume. Each of us wore the clothes of the person we were acting as and let me just say, that sold it right there.
T has this crazily distinct personality and a style of clothing to match. I wore this lacey shirt of hers with a vest over it and her jewelry and she did my make-up, complete with dark lipstick, and a head band on top. I looked just like her.
H was me, which is so great because just the other day I was looking through my clothes and I found this adorable shirt that just doesn't fit me quite right, so I gave it to her. So she wore that. And my Mexico ring that I wear everyday. And my glasses. So that was obvious.
T was K and K has pretty much the opposite style and personality of T so that was ridiculously hilarious. T wore just a big t-shirt and K's big Norway jacket and jeans. She just looked chill. Also, the thing about T is that she actually acts so she has been studying K's mannerisms, like posture and way of walking and whatnot, so when she did her impression of K, it was sooo good and sooo hilarious.
K was H so she wore this scarf that H is obsessed with.
Thus we were both mentally and physically prepared.
When the time came, we all exited apartment U2 feeling ridiculously nervous. Seriously, I was like shaking out of my whits almost. It was kind of pathetic.
The ward prayer room filled with our fellow ward members and then we began and let me just say....
SUCCESS!!!
H (as me) led the discussion by telling the audience what we were doing and that they would have to guess who each of us was acting as at the end of our intros. She started by saying where I am from, what my major is, and then telling a story from my past life, all exactly how I would have done it had I been speaking. It was awesome.
Then K went (as H) introducing herself using facts about H and H's childhood story as if it were her own. So good.
Then T went and wow. That was about the funniest thing I have ever seen. She looked EXACTLY like K which was NOTHING like herself and everyone was laughing their heads off the entire time.
Then I went. Wow. Again. Since T's personality is so dominant and well-known in the ward, it was easy to act like her and I just over exaggerated every single thing about her and everyone loved it. When I was done, H said, "Okay so who was B acting as?"
T!!!!!!!!!!!
Everyone shouted it out so loud and started laughing their faces off.
And then on down the line announcing who each person was acting as and, of course, they got all of them right because we are such great actors/costume artists.
It was sooo great.
And besides the great memory, we talked about it after it was all over and we realized that this whole experience made us appreciate each other even more. Because seriously, it was so hard to be the other person and none of us could do it quite right, you know? Each of us is so different and unique and our personalities compliment each others' and no one can replicate or replace us.
So ya. We wanted epic. We got epic. These girls are awesome.
Apartment U2 consists of four fabulous Sophomores with a love for life and all things happy. We get along so well and living with each other is more natural than putting pb and j on two pieces of wheat bread.
On Friday we went on a roommate date by going to Cafe Rio and then chillin at our apartment watching Newsies. Then we played in the snow and made our first legit snowmen of this winter season. It was so splendid!
And btw, this is the first picture of all of us together. Presh.
On Sundays we take turns making Sunday dinner for each other. This last Sunday it was H's turn. We all helped in the production of the most delicious ski country pasta I have ever digested. Yes it was soaked in bacon grease and probably clogged a whole artery and a half, but that is beside the point.
So every Sunday night we sit around the dinner table together and talk and eat and it's just great. There is nothing like roommate bonding over a good meal. Then we clean the kitchen like the perfect American family would -- everyone is cheerful and willing to help -- and, of course, you cannot forget the endless stream of Christmas music playing in the background.
If this doesn't sound like Heaven, just wait, it gets better.
Yesterday was a tad special and here is why: Our apartment had to introduce ourselves at ward prayer.
Let me share with you what exactly this introduction entails.
Well, every Sunday at ward prayer, one apartment is in charge of leading it, like providing the song, thought and prayer, and along with all the that, the apartment has to come up with some creative way to help the rest of the ward get to know them. There have been some pretty creative apartments so far, let me tell you.
One group of guys did a rap/song/thing about them that was so beyond funny.
One group of girls made a movie that was also quite entertaining.
One group of girls each brought in a shoe that described them. Meh.
So anyway, we've been at this for months now, so we knew it would eventually get to us and that our intro had to be epic.
So we thought. And we planned. And we came up with the perfect idea. And then, at about 4:45 p.m. yesterday evening, I heard a knock at the door. It was the ward prayer coordinator saying our day had arrived. I promptly slammed the door and ran screaming up the stairs,
"BIG BIG NEWS!!! IT IS OUR TURN, WE ARE PRESENTING TODAY!!!!! WE HAVE TO PRAAACCCTIICCE!!!!!!!!"
And here is how it went: Each of us took on the roll of someone else in the room. So I was T, T was K, K was H, and H was me. After deciding who was who, we then told a story from our past just how we would tell it in real life. The person acting as us would then repeat the story exaclty how that person just told it, to practice and whatnot. After all the stories were told/practiced/memorized, we added the costume. Each of us wore the clothes of the person we were acting as and let me just say, that sold it right there.
T has this crazily distinct personality and a style of clothing to match. I wore this lacey shirt of hers with a vest over it and her jewelry and she did my make-up, complete with dark lipstick, and a head band on top. I looked just like her.
H was me, which is so great because just the other day I was looking through my clothes and I found this adorable shirt that just doesn't fit me quite right, so I gave it to her. So she wore that. And my Mexico ring that I wear everyday. And my glasses. So that was obvious.
T was K and K has pretty much the opposite style and personality of T so that was ridiculously hilarious. T wore just a big t-shirt and K's big Norway jacket and jeans. She just looked chill. Also, the thing about T is that she actually acts so she has been studying K's mannerisms, like posture and way of walking and whatnot, so when she did her impression of K, it was sooo good and sooo hilarious.
K was H so she wore this scarf that H is obsessed with.
Thus we were both mentally and physically prepared.
When the time came, we all exited apartment U2 feeling ridiculously nervous. Seriously, I was like shaking out of my whits almost. It was kind of pathetic.
The ward prayer room filled with our fellow ward members and then we began and let me just say....
SUCCESS!!!
H (as me) led the discussion by telling the audience what we were doing and that they would have to guess who each of us was acting as at the end of our intros. She started by saying where I am from, what my major is, and then telling a story from my past life, all exactly how I would have done it had I been speaking. It was awesome.
Then K went (as H) introducing herself using facts about H and H's childhood story as if it were her own. So good.
Then T went and wow. That was about the funniest thing I have ever seen. She looked EXACTLY like K which was NOTHING like herself and everyone was laughing their heads off the entire time.
Then I went. Wow. Again. Since T's personality is so dominant and well-known in the ward, it was easy to act like her and I just over exaggerated every single thing about her and everyone loved it. When I was done, H said, "Okay so who was B acting as?"
T!!!!!!!!!!!
Everyone shouted it out so loud and started laughing their faces off.
And then on down the line announcing who each person was acting as and, of course, they got all of them right because we are such great actors/costume artists.
It was sooo great.
And besides the great memory, we talked about it after it was all over and we realized that this whole experience made us appreciate each other even more. Because seriously, it was so hard to be the other person and none of us could do it quite right, you know? Each of us is so different and unique and our personalities compliment each others' and no one can replicate or replace us.
So ya. We wanted epic. We got epic. These girls are awesome.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?
Okay. Watch this and tell me it is not THE CUTEST thing you have ever seen. I watched three times in a row without stopping and every single time I could not stop squealing with delight. It's just so fabulous!
Ah.
Can't get enough.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Just a boy.*
I went on a date on Thursday, with that guy I was telling you about last time we talked.
We went rock climbing, and it was great. Like, really great.
That's all I'm going to say about him right now.
Have you heard Florence and the Machine's new album yet? Basically, I love every song, but this is my favorite. I didn't actually watch the video, so if it's weird don't blame me.
Happy Saturday.
We went rock climbing, and it was great. Like, really great.
That's all I'm going to say about him right now.
Have you heard Florence and the Machine's new album yet? Basically, I love every song, but this is my favorite. I didn't actually watch the video, so if it's weird don't blame me.
Happy Saturday.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
For fun*
Well, I was about to grace your eyes with various pictures of hot male models, but for some reason they just won't upload, so this'll have to do instead:
Auf wiedersehen.
Friday, October 21, 2011
I Totally Just Got Pulled Over Like 10 Minutes Ago
I was on my way home from work.
I was going 35 in a 25 and here is why:
"It Girl" -- ONLY MY FAV SONG OF THE MONTH -- was on so I was blasting it and not paying an ounce of attention to the speedometer on my lil baby kia.
I was so so so nice to that police officer and I didn't cry and I said sorry and I did everything he told me to. And I was so sincere about it.
And guess what.
He could totally tell.
He told me four things:
1. Get a current insurance card......cuz mine expired in September......2010......ya, I'm a little behind I guess. Mom? A little help on that one, por favor?
2. Shred my old expired crap.
3. Drive slower.
4. HAVE A NICE EVENING!!!!
And then he drove away. Boo yes.
First pull over: SUCCESS.
I was going 35 in a 25 and here is why:
"It Girl" -- ONLY MY FAV SONG OF THE MONTH -- was on so I was blasting it and not paying an ounce of attention to the speedometer on my lil baby kia.
I was so so so nice to that police officer and I didn't cry and I said sorry and I did everything he told me to. And I was so sincere about it.
And guess what.
He could totally tell.
He told me four things:
1. Get a current insurance card......cuz mine expired in September......2010......ya, I'm a little behind I guess. Mom? A little help on that one, por favor?
2. Shred my old expired crap.
3. Drive slower.
4. HAVE A NICE EVENING!!!!
And then he drove away. Boo yes.
First pull over: SUCCESS.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Oh Preschool, How I Love Thee
You may be aware of the fact that I am now a legitimate assistant preschool teacher and it is awesome. The kiddos flippin crack me up on a daily basis.
Por ejemplo, the following two quotes were to be heard yesterday morning:
As we were talking about the fact that it was picture day (which I was fully unaware of so I came to school looking like poo and now I'm disgusted), one little boy said, "I'm not going to get my picture taken because my daddy takes better pictures."
And this week's letter is F. So we talked about family. I asked the little girl sitting to my right if she had a family and she said yes. So the girl to the left of me then announced that she had a family. So then I said, "Me too! We all have a family." And the girl to my right said, "Even teachers?!?" She was totally shocked, and then pleased with this discovery and it was so hilarious. Like she thinks we spend our whole lives at the school or something. I guess it makes sense since we are there every time she arrives and we bid her adieu as she walks out the door.
Anyway, they are so cute! And Mexico totally prepared me for this, in some ways. Like snack time. They all get in line to go to the bathroom and wash their hands and things and as they take their turn, they go sit down at the table in front of a snack. And what 3 slash 4 year old child can just sit there in front of food and not eat it? But they are not allowed to eat until every last child is sitting at the table. So I spend like five minutes talking to them about the snack and it's so cool to have them completely wrapped around my finger. Completely wrapped, I tell you.
Last week we had honeycomb (the cereal) for our snack. As a few of them were beginning to sit down, I started my distraction process:
Me: Do you see what is on your napkin? What is that?!
Them: Uummmm.
Me: Is it an apple?
Them: No!!!!! (Then they giggle)
Me: No? Well, then, what is it?
Them: (Silent/deep in thought at my truly thought provoking question, because, in fact, they had no idea what it possibly could be)
Me: Touch it. Does it feel warm? Does it feel warm like soup? Do you think this is soup?
Them: NO!!!! (Giggle their little faces off)
Me: No, soup is wet. Is this wet?
Them: No!
Me: No, it's dry.
Them: It's dry!
Me: Well, why don't you tell me what it is then?
Them: It's an apple! (Giggle because they think they are so funny)
Me: No! We already discovered it's not an apple. What color are apples?
Them: RED!!!
Me: And what color is our snack?
Them: Yellow!
Me: So it can't be an apple. It can't be soup. How about you smell it.
Them: (Smell it to death)
Me: Do you smell that? What does it smell like? Does it smell like honey?
Them: (They're eyes light up because that is EXACTLY what it smells like!) YAA! IT SMELLS LIKE HONEY!!!!
Me: Hmmmm. What makes honey?
Them: Bees!
Me: Where do bees live?
Them: In a beehive!
Me: Yes! In a beehive. Have any of you ever been stung by a bee?
Them: (All raising their hands, and one child proceeds to tell the story of his stinging with eveyone else in rapture)
Me: Ouch! That doesn't feel good to get stung by a bee, does it?
Them: (All cringing) No! It hurts!
Me: So this snack is called honeycomb. Can you all say honeycomb?
Them: Honeycomb!
And by that time, it's snacking begin and I have successfully distracted 13 preschoolers from putting their food in their mouths for five whole mintues. It is awesome. Love it.
Por ejemplo, the following two quotes were to be heard yesterday morning:
As we were talking about the fact that it was picture day (which I was fully unaware of so I came to school looking like poo and now I'm disgusted), one little boy said, "I'm not going to get my picture taken because my daddy takes better pictures."
And this week's letter is F. So we talked about family. I asked the little girl sitting to my right if she had a family and she said yes. So the girl to the left of me then announced that she had a family. So then I said, "Me too! We all have a family." And the girl to my right said, "Even teachers?!?" She was totally shocked, and then pleased with this discovery and it was so hilarious. Like she thinks we spend our whole lives at the school or something. I guess it makes sense since we are there every time she arrives and we bid her adieu as she walks out the door.
Anyway, they are so cute! And Mexico totally prepared me for this, in some ways. Like snack time. They all get in line to go to the bathroom and wash their hands and things and as they take their turn, they go sit down at the table in front of a snack. And what 3 slash 4 year old child can just sit there in front of food and not eat it? But they are not allowed to eat until every last child is sitting at the table. So I spend like five minutes talking to them about the snack and it's so cool to have them completely wrapped around my finger. Completely wrapped, I tell you.
Last week we had honeycomb (the cereal) for our snack. As a few of them were beginning to sit down, I started my distraction process:
Me: Do you see what is on your napkin? What is that?!
Them: Uummmm.
Me: Is it an apple?
Them: No!!!!! (Then they giggle)
Me: No? Well, then, what is it?
Them: (Silent/deep in thought at my truly thought provoking question, because, in fact, they had no idea what it possibly could be)
Me: Touch it. Does it feel warm? Does it feel warm like soup? Do you think this is soup?
Them: NO!!!! (Giggle their little faces off)
Me: No, soup is wet. Is this wet?
Them: No!
Me: No, it's dry.
Them: It's dry!
Me: Well, why don't you tell me what it is then?
Them: It's an apple! (Giggle because they think they are so funny)
Me: No! We already discovered it's not an apple. What color are apples?
Them: RED!!!
Me: And what color is our snack?
Them: Yellow!
Me: So it can't be an apple. It can't be soup. How about you smell it.
Them: (Smell it to death)
Me: Do you smell that? What does it smell like? Does it smell like honey?
Them: (They're eyes light up because that is EXACTLY what it smells like!) YAA! IT SMELLS LIKE HONEY!!!!
Me: Hmmmm. What makes honey?
Them: Bees!
Me: Where do bees live?
Them: In a beehive!
Me: Yes! In a beehive. Have any of you ever been stung by a bee?
Them: (All raising their hands, and one child proceeds to tell the story of his stinging with eveyone else in rapture)
Me: Ouch! That doesn't feel good to get stung by a bee, does it?
Them: (All cringing) No! It hurts!
Me: So this snack is called honeycomb. Can you all say honeycomb?
Them: Honeycomb!
And by that time, it's snacking begin and I have successfully distracted 13 preschoolers from putting their food in their mouths for five whole mintues. It is awesome. Love it.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Newman
Tell me this is not precious:
Not twenty minutes ago I was walking home from la escuela in the beautiful sunshine, feeling good about life and looking forward to a long evening of writing a partial research paper. About 40 feet ahead of me was an army dude. About twenty feet ahead of him was a dude in a wheelchair. We were all walking/rolling home from campus. At the same time. In a linear fashion.
Some time passed and I noticed that the army dude was still about the same distance ahead of me, but in his normal walking pace, he naturally came upon the slower moving wheelchair man. So, when the time came for army dude to pass wheelchair dude, I saw something really great.
Army dude began to walk alongside wheelchair dude and make conversation. After a few moments, army dude made his way behind wheelchair dude, took the handles, and began the descent down 800 East. Now, if you don't know, that hill is a beast. A typically (let's be politically correct, now) walking human has trouble enough walking down that thing, but try wheeling a chair down it!
Well this army dude had the heart to make a new friend and do a little service by "pushing" wheelchair man down the hill - which actually required holding him back so he wouldn't go flying out of control.
I, of course, caught up to them in no time, only to hear them having pleasant conversation.
I smiled.
And then I took a pic.
And then I walked behind them all the way down the hill.
Not twenty minutes ago I was walking home from la escuela in the beautiful sunshine, feeling good about life and looking forward to a long evening of writing a partial research paper. About 40 feet ahead of me was an army dude. About twenty feet ahead of him was a dude in a wheelchair. We were all walking/rolling home from campus. At the same time. In a linear fashion.
Some time passed and I noticed that the army dude was still about the same distance ahead of me, but in his normal walking pace, he naturally came upon the slower moving wheelchair man. So, when the time came for army dude to pass wheelchair dude, I saw something really great.
Army dude began to walk alongside wheelchair dude and make conversation. After a few moments, army dude made his way behind wheelchair dude, took the handles, and began the descent down 800 East. Now, if you don't know, that hill is a beast. A typically (let's be politically correct, now) walking human has trouble enough walking down that thing, but try wheeling a chair down it!
Well this army dude had the heart to make a new friend and do a little service by "pushing" wheelchair man down the hill - which actually required holding him back so he wouldn't go flying out of control.
I, of course, caught up to them in no time, only to hear them having pleasant conversation.
I smiled.
And then I took a pic.
And then I walked behind them all the way down the hill.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Working hard or hardly working?*
Pictured above is my uniform for work. Isn't it super cute? It's huge on me, even though it's a small. When they (my superiors) were handing them out, the lady was like, "I think you should probably get a medium." What? Is that a fat joke?In the end, I went with my heart and got a small, if only to preserve my dignity.
Even though the uniform is fugly and I get paid like an illegal immigrant, I still really like my job. Mostly, I just scan tickets as people enter the stadium gates, and say "Enjoy the game." One of the girls who's on my gate (Gate 9, represent.) is super cool and we're basically like this now: X. When the mass of patrons thins out, we pass the time by scoping out hot guys and rating them on our 1-10 scale. Occasionally we also break the rules and sit on the table, because it's reaaally hard to stand up for seven hours strait (uh, HELLO supervisor).
Tonight's game starts at 8:15, which means I won't get home til the ungodly hour of like, 1:00 A.M. That might not sound so ungodly, because we're in college now right?, but it's pretty sketchy to be walking a mile and a half home ALONE at that time. So pray for me.
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