Thursday, December 29, 2011

Safe & Sound

I really just haven't felt like blogging lately. Can you blame me? I have tons of movies to watch, and lots of friends and family to play with. Some of whom I won't be seeing for over a year and a half come next Thursday.  Isn't weird to think that soon I will be apart from someone I have seen basically everyday for the last 22-ish years. And another bosom friend could be on her way to marriage upon my return. Life is really moving forward. Throughout 2010 and the beginning of 2011 I felt like I was going nowhere, doing nothing. Now all of the sudden my life has begun, and there is no slowing down in sight. But I love it.

Also, I watched Midnight in Paris this morning. And loved it. I loved it. I wish I was that creative, maybe I will do some writing while I'm away. Maybe by some weird magical power living amongst the Asians will be some type of muse. Who in the heck even knows. Because I for one am diving into the unknown, with a return ticket for July 3, 2012. I will accept visitors and gifts/American food upon my return.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Feliz Navidad

I've been lovin' this video. Therefore, lovin' this song.  I hope your Christmas has been much different than mine, seeing has I've spent it in bed. Sick. But, I am about to venture over to the Grandparent's, still in my jammies...but I did brush my teeth!

Feliz Navidad from Hailey Haugen on Vimeo.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The 23rd

I haven't even been home a full week yet, and I haven't even had time to sit down I feel.  I love coming home and always being busy. Lemme give you a little hint at what I've been up to..
 1. Watched the whole first season. Loving it.

 2. Heidi got her mission call! Ohio Cleveland, she leaves March 14.

 3. A little African Christmas gathering.

 4. Jean Bean's wedding. Beautiful.

 5. Sleepover in Park City.

 6. Did some festive nail painting.

 7. We gathered again. Can't get enough of each other.

8. I read this the other night.  I had no idea my favorite movie was based on a book that was based on a real life.  Cool.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Deck The Halls

Done with finals...I don't know what to do myself.  I haven't had a moment in the last four months when I wasn't stressing about something for school, and now I'm stressing over that I'm not stressed.  Maybe my body can return to normal??  I'm packin' up today, headin' out tomorrow.  I can't believe how fast that went.

And I can't think of anything clever to write. So, in the mean time, please check out my future cuties HERE.  Yep, all those little kids.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Make You Feel My Love

So Heidi and I were just yelling at each other, very loudly.  No, it wasn't real, although there was a little of that over the weekend...we don't want to talk about it.  Mostly Heidi just wants me to finish my take-home final and start studying for my final tomorrow so we can play tonight, because she is pretty much done with her finals.  And then she threw an m&m really hard, really close to my head.  It was a peanut m&m too.  Those can be painful.

I think I've hit a wall.  There is absolutely no motivation left in my being.  I have pretty much three more paragraphs to write and I'll be done with the take-home final.  Why in the world can't I finish it!?  It is just not happening.  Well, it will happen before 7 o'clock, because that is the deadline I have made myself.  I took a final this morning, HIST 1110.  It was ok, I even talked to my cute professor after.  I said, "Thank you Dr. (for my own dignity I will keep his name to myself)."  Good, right?  Tomorrow's test will be hell-ish.  I already used up all possible brain capacity on the final paper last week.  Isn't that enough!?

Just think...if I just hurry, push and finish this final, and begin the rest of my studying, tomorrow at this time, I will be finished with finals, for a whole year. Wow, that is crazy.  But then I remembered that wall that is happening, and all I want to be doing right now is watching movies like Midnight in Paris, New Years Eve, We Bought a Zoo, etc.  And watching Friends, with my friends (fun huh?).  Ok Kamille.  You can do this.  Everyone please send positive energy my way, I could definitely use it.

I hope everyone else isn't stuck at this wall, and if you are, I'm glad I am in such good company.

Thursday, December 8, 2011


I have a British Literature class.  I loved the reading, but I hate analyzing.  It really doesn't matter what I think.  Today I had to turn in a 6 page "final" paper...but I still have a test final for that class on Tuesday.  I'm pretty sure you shouldn't have a final test if you already had a final paper.  I have the worst luck with papers in that class, luckily the last one forever is turned in, and I don't have to worry about it.

Lemme tell you a little about this bad luck.  I stayed up all night to write the first paper (yes, unfortunately I procrastinate like the best of them).  Right before I left for school I went to email the paper to myself so I could print it out on campus, I have like a bajillion prints in the English lab, but the file wouldn't open!  It was telling me it hadn't saved correctly, and it did not exist.  I then had to skip my next classes and re-write the entire thing!
So I stayed up all night writing the final paper (this procrastination was due to other final projects and church callings).  I even had to write it all day long.  So it is 1:18, and class starts at 1:30, I wrap up my crappy concluding paragraph and push print.  With all the other 30+ English majors also printing off final papers at the same time, that should be a good window.  I push print, go wait by the printers like everyone else, and wait, and nothing happens.  So I go back and push print again, the computer tells me it was sent.  So I go wait by the printers again, nothing.  Apparently both printers were running out of toner, and they turned one off. DON'T THESE LAB PEOPLE REALIZE THIS IS FINALS WEEK FOR ALL ENGLISH MAJORS!?? I go back to print again...suddenly, I don't have enough prints (yeah, I haven't figured it out yet) and I run to the lab girl and I'm all "itsaiditprintedbutitdidn'tandnowidon'thaveenoughprintsandclassisabouttostartandihavetoturnitinhelpme!"
(did ya catch all that?) All of my cute peers all yell out, "Kamille! You can use some of mine!" So I run back to my computer to email it to someone, quickly, time is wasting, but it won't attach! The lab girl comes over and says, "Do you have a non-aggiemail account.  Aggiemail hasn't been working in this building lately."  Hasn't been working?? That is the school email server, and it's not working?? At school!?? So I quickly get that settled, and in the mean time the nice lab girl pulls up her own account and let me use her prints (I'm still not sure how 300+ turned to 4 so fast) and I printed it off.  But by this point it is 1:32, and the toner is practically gone.  I grab my streaky-but-you-can-read-most-of-the-letters-paper and run down the hall and hand it to the teacher saying, "I have the worst luck with your papers." 

On the bright side, I wore my "tube" socks that I picked up in the Heathrow Airport this summer thanks to some quick retail therapy.  I also had to wear my thermals twice this week.  Winter is definitely here.  And Heidi made a gingerbread house.

These are my "tube" socks.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Love Love Love

This is Sister Dee
This is Sister Danielle Ycmat.  From now on, Sister Dee.
Sister Dee is pretty awesome.  As of last week, she is now in the Philippines.  Which is crazy.
Sister Dee was asked to speak in the Thanksgiving devotional at the MTC, and shown at the MTC's around the world.  With Elder Nelson.
Yeah. She's a pretty big deal.
Here's a little excerpt from her last email:

I knew coming to the Philippines and witnessing the poverty and everything
else would be culture shock, but I had no idea how much it would
break my heart.  These people have nothing but a tin roof over their heads,
jobs where they make barely enough to get by, and yet despite their hardship,
they're happy.  Their eyes literally glow.  They always smile.  They
all say hello.  And even though I can only bear my testimony to them 
in Tagalog (which they barely understand anyway), they smile at me and 
tell me they appreciate I'm trying.  I LOVE these people.  I have so 
much to learn from them. ahhhhhhhh...I've experienced SO much here in
such a short amount of time, but words can't even justify.

Isn't she amazing?  I really love how immediately upon entering a third-world country, you immediately have a love for its people.  I am a believer that those people do the very best they can in their situation.  If those people were born into the life we have, were given the same opportunities we are, they would do their very best, and live a fabulous life. 

But there is a difference between us, they haven't been given those chances.  But those people are some of the greatest people I've ever met, and will continue to be at the top of my list throughout my life.  I'm calling Sister Dee's mission "The Real Third-World: Season 2, Sister Dee Takes on the Pines."

Monday, December 5, 2011

Here we go. Into the last week of classes.  Here is a little to do list, starting from the week of Thanksgiving:

SME Poster
SME Design Rationale
Zweig Paper (1 1/2 pages)
Editing Semester Portfolio
HIST 4720 Paper (4 pages)
Brit Lit. Paper Revision(5 pages)
Client-Based Final Project (Handbook, 2 brochures, and a poster)
Client-Based Final Project Design Rationale
Client-Based Final Project Presentation
Editing Final Collaboration (a giant document)
Editing Final Collaboration memo
Editing Final Collaboration Presentation
British Literature Final Paper (6 pages)
SME Poster Presentation
HIST 1110 Final
HIST 4720 Final
ENGL 3345 (British Literature) Final-didn't I already write a final paper for this class?

If I can stay focused this will be a piece of cake...right?

Sunday, December 4, 2011

White Christmas

I'm still in bed. Lazy I know. I just finished The Hunger Games (don't worry, not for the first time, after watching the  movie trailer over and over I just had to read it again!)  As I watched the snow fall outside of my window, I got onto FB to find a video link from my African bff Hollee.  She's not African, we just met in Africa, and after sharing my first boda boda ride were pretty much allies from then on. Right Holy?  So anyway, this video was of a man in a Ugandan village making a rolex.  A rolex is 100% the best thing I ate in 2011. Hands down. At least once a day. Everyday. For 6 weeks.  Oh and add that chocolate milk from Kenya and a fresh 2,000 UGX ($0.75ish) pineapple, and you've got yourself pretty much the best meal ever.  I almost started crying as I watched the video.  What I wouldn't give for that egg rolled in chapati.  I actually decided that a trip to Uganda would be totally worth it just for a rolex from Hassan.  Well, any rolex actually, but Hassan's from Lugazi was the best we ever had.  And the fact that he only charged 800 UGX was outstanding.  People, that is like 40 cents, probably less!  You can't beat that.  Oh especially when he put the fresh garlic in...ok, I need to stop. I'm salivating.

This is Hassan and his rolex stand.
That is how he supported himself and his family.

Watch the video HERE, seriously, watch it.  At least to get a little glimpse into the simple life of Uganda.  And Brooke, go to Uganda, and eat 683 of these for me. Kthnx.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Paper #1 Revision

This is what has been happening tonight.  I have officially decided literary analysis is not for me.
And drinking any drink out of a mug, especially a teddy bear Christmas mug, makes said drink my V8 fruit juice (a full serving of fruit AND a full serving of vegetables!?) seems cooler, almost as cool as peppermint hot chocolate, or plain hot chocolate for that matter.

The setting is a little better because we have a few festive decorations.  My grandma even bought Heidi and me a real, live wreathe.  It smells AWESOME! (name that movie)

And there was definitely some Britney Spears Pandora station happening.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Where Are You Christmas?

I came across this today, and loved it. Especially "no one liked Howie," and #8.
10 Things 90s Kids Will Have to Explain to Their Children
1. Topanga was at some point in human history considered not only a legitimate first name for a human being, but the kind of name that would inspire in malleable teenage boys a life-long infatuation. Topanga, in our day, was leading lady name-material. Topanga (pronounced Tah-payne-ga, for those who will have only ever seen in it written down) is the name of the quintessential girl-next-door who will live, along with Feeney, in our hearts forever.
2. At some point, we carried around little plastic eggs with tiny screens on them — in these screens lived our hearts, our pets, our raison d’etre, our very own Tamagotchi. We loved them, we listened to their tiny electronic screams of malnourishment, and we occasionally forgot to pick up their poop for long enough that they died a tortured, poop-filled death. They were perhaps our first foray into the life-consuming world of electronics and self-absorption, later to be fully manifested by Facebook.
3. The black Power Ranger was black and the yellow Power Ranger was Asian because…we were so completely ahead of our time and beyond the capacity to even think in terms of something as inconsequential as race that… uh… I don’t know. Casting directors were racist in the nineties.
4. Long before he was spending his days foisting his mediocre children on us, Will Smith was actually the perfect human specimen. He also undoubtedly holds some world record for saving the world the most times while simultaneously delivering flawless catchphrases and giving cool guy nods to the camera. The Men In Black rap song, at the time, was created and received by the public without the slightest trace of irony. Really. He was that good.
5. In some inevitable shift of the time-space continuum in which James Cameron continues to rob humanity of all that is good and sacred in this world, Fern Gully will be known as that movie that ripped off Avatar. It will be up to us to crusade for what is right. It is up to us to explain that Fern Gully was not only a predecessor to Avatar, but far better, in that it contained both Tim Curry as a singing pile of molasses and Robin Williams rapping about animal testing in the pharmaceutical industry. (As a side note, if you have not recently listened to the full lyrics of the “Batty Rap,” I recommend you do, as they are horrifying.)
6. A neighborhood boy who completely disregards your family and puts a ladder directly under the teenage girl’s window to climb up at his discretion is not only acceptable, it’s charming. It’s the kind of stuff that would make said family take the ladder boy under their wing and into their heart. The nineties were a simpler time, one where we didn’t have to worry about things like breaking and entering. Clarissa today would have steel bars on the inside of her window and her father would continually remind her that the next-door boy with his ladder and his touchy hands have no place in his household.
7. Though on the surface, they are the exact same thing in every conceivable way, whether you liked The Backstreet Boys or N*SYNC said more about your character than all of the terrible macaroni art you could ever make for your child psychologist. Essentially, liking *NSYNC meant you liked Justin Timberlake, as he was clearly the Seabiscuit in that race from the get-go. You even liked him with his terrible, icy-blond mini-fro. Liking the Backstreet Boys gave you a bit more of a cultured palate, as there was no clear Diana in those Supremes. Nick was kind of the wholesome, if northern-Florida-redneck safe choice (save for his humiliating younger brother, Aaron). Brian was the shy, sensitive type. AJ was the hottt, dangerous meth addict. Kevin Richardson was mute with sexy, sculpted facial hair. No one liked Howie. Choosing between the two groups was like choosing between two beloved children, but once that line was crossed–there was no going back.
8. “I wanna really really really wanna zig a zig ahh,” has a meaning, and all true nineties kids know it, but we must never share it. Like the Illuminati, it must remain between us, the keyholders. With great power comes great responsibility.
9. Lisa Frank is not the name of a woman, it is the name of a movement, a culture, a way of living. It is a theory, a concept, a belief in something greater than yourself. It is the belief that all girls are entitled to dolphins covered with rainbows, jewel-encrusted frogs, and unicorns in acid-trip colors hugging each other. It is the ideology that no notebook is complete until it literally hurts your eyes to look at from so much color saturation. It is the hope that no school supply, no matter how insignificant, will be left un-bedazzled. It is the knowledge that your eraser cap, and that of your granddaughter’s, and her granddaughter’s after her, will not be some boring little nub–it will be a diamond covered with butterflies in a rainbow of colors. It is the dream of a better tomorrow.
10. Incredibly depressing women in Indiana covered in cats and glass figurines they buy at The Hallmark Store used to troll the web 1.0 to invest thousands of dollars in tiny stuffed animals filled with plastic beans. That happened. Beanie Babies were not just significant, they were the first example most of us had of envy, greed, and wrath. If someone messed up that little heart-shaped Ty tag, so help you God, that was the end of whatever contact you had with that monster of a human being. That tag-less Beanie Baby was now trash, and you had to deal with the consequence. It was at that moment, that de-valued Beanie Baby moment, that most of us accepted the truth… we’ll never have nice things.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Beautiful Day

And let the month of finals continue!
Only about 18 more days. 
I can totally do this.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Almost Lover

For an assignment I had to look up different corporations annual reports and this one was by far my favorite.  I LOVED that it was like a catalog.  So clever, so cool.  I was seriously in awe.  Maybe I should become a technical writer for H&M.  It was definitely more exciting than Apple's.  That's it, I'm moving to Sweden and working for H&M.

I'm listening to that Ignition song 7634.3 times a day.

Also, since when did finals week turn into finals month!?

Remember when it was warm? And you were a freshman? And you went to Cali for SB?

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Please Come Home for Christmas

"This feeling of security was the most eagerly sought-after possession of millions, the common ideal of life."
-Stefan Zweig, The World of Yesterday

Saturday, November 19, 2011


I'm not gonna lie. This has affected my whole week. I've been singing this all day. The Aires are my favorite group. Hands down. I mean, look at cute little Clark and his hair. I was sad to see Vocal Point go, but I think the Aires could go all the way. Serious.

Friday, November 18, 2011

The Big Sleep No More

Me: Are you good with indesign??
Amanda: No! idk it at all sorry. i know illustrator though. i don't think its very do you want to go to breaking dawn thursday night?
Me: No to the breaking dawn. But. What is your schedule for the rest of the day? I could really use your illustrator skills. Like really. haha
Amanda: haha k i have work until 8 and then i was doing hw. We could meet at el librario (I feel like she made that word up possibly)?
Me: Yes! Could we use your computer. I'm sorry. Also. I can compensate you. JB's christmas album? do you have it?
Amanda: Hahaha no! thats great compensation....yes we can...ill meet you there around 8 30? ohh and you should come to breaking dawn with me
Me: 830ish, with cd in hand!!

Moral of this week: a little Bieber can go a long way. I got my poster done days early, and after an hour and a half with Amanda cut my stress level down. A ton.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

The Rhythm & Blues Revue

Remember how I have a crush on one of my professors? Well, today in his class we talked about the 1960s in Europe. As we all know, the 1960s was a different era, it was the first era without any major wars for like 150 years, and it was also the era of the baby boomers and hippies.  So then he goes into this whole schpeel (have you ever actually tried to spell that word?) about how the hippies and that generation wanted to save the world.   How they thought they could really make a difference.  How they pushed all types of social norms with their self-expression.  How they protested all sorts of things.

The whole time he was talking about this, I kept wanting to leap up, and I seriously mean leap up and belt "WE ARE THE WORLD, we are the children." And then I had this fabulous day dream of the rest of the class joining in with me, and showing Dr. Clybor that we really could save the world, we really could make a difference.

And then I realized that that song was written in the eighties, by some of those hippie's children. And class was over.

If you don't know what I am taking about, which you all should if you have any type of respect for pop culture, this will help you:

I also have a very important question...Cyndi? Or Celine?
(If you don't have an immediate answer, watch THIS and let me know.)

Monday, November 14, 2011

Unscheduled Departure

 This weekend I attended a birthday party for my friend's dad. It was awesome. We might have had too much fun in the photo booth. Here are some of my favorites!

And of course we had to make a giant wish, since it was 11/11/11 11:11 p.m.

Listen to the Music

Happy Monday!

Also, maybe I just watched the new Hunger Games trailer three times in a row. You can find it HERE.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Magic (Oh Oh Oh)

Dear Aggies,

Sorry I didn't camp out for three nights in the freezing cold.  And sorry that I didn't get up early to go get a wristband, and then continue to wait in line all day.  And lastly, sorry I won't be at the game, or in Logan. But I will be watching you on tv. And I do believe.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Brain Doe

     Today we had someone from the London Stage something or other come and do a little workshop with us in my British Literature class.  As I was standing with everyone else reading Beckett's Krapp's Tapes, listening to that beautiful British accent, I thought to myself, it's about time for me to go to London again.  I looked down at my lingering chaco line and remembered that I spent a day there this summer, but a day was not long enough.
     My parents have been out of town, so my sisters have been coming to me with their very important decisions.  One of which, is what program one sister should choose for her study abroad plans in London this summer.  Which kind of made me jealous.  But then I remembered I'm about to move to Taiwan for 6 months. And then I looked at pictures of Taiwan on Pinterest.  And then I was a little excited.  But still, London might be my top choice in a split-second decision. I just love it there. So here are some pictures from my last few visits.

Maybe this is EXACTLY where Kate Middleton walked.

Favorite napping location on the European continent. Hyde Park.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Joy To The World

Yesterday morning as I walked to school I was listening to my 2004 playlist...great year for music. Seriously. And Toxic came on.  I was loving it, maybe too much.  There are some stairs that cut up to campus, once up the stairs there is a little alley beside the SigEp house.  You don't understand how badly I wanted to dance my way down that sidewalk. But I was well aware of the people walking behind me, and all the people that could be in front of me, and it took pretty much all the self-restraint I possessed to not dance.

Also last night for IWA we had pretty much the greatest activity ever.  We had this cute old man come and do some science experiments with us.  He was funny, he was adorable, we laughed our heads off.  I had to go up and whistle with him (I'm a fabulous whistler).  It was all topped off with a trip to Taco Tuesday with some IWA buds. Wow. (that was for you Erin)

Monday, November 7, 2011

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Let's Stop Calling it Love

As I lay in bed here on this snowy Logan Saturday morning, I can't help but think about why I loved them so much last year.  And this is why.

We would all mosey out of bed. Grab our favorite cereal, and head to the couch. Then we would turn on the tv, and start to flip through the channels. Usually we ended up on the VH1 countdown. One by one we would finish our breakfast, and take turns showering. Then we usually just did our own things all day. But it was so fun and relaxing to sit in our jammies, eating cereal, critiquing the videos, and laughing.

This doesn't happen anymore, mostly because we don't have a tv. And also because it is just Heidi and me, and this is maybe my second Saturday in Logan this semester. But good news, I think the sister and I are gonna hit up HP7.2 in the dollar theater today before the boy who lived leaves the movie theaters forever.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Freaks and Geeks

Once again, an extra hot shower while blasting Adele has proven to be one of the best therapies out there.

Once again, there is an IWA dance (I have to go) and I am dateless. Remember this?  But to be fair, I too would go to St. George with my best friend upon his return from a mission.

Once again, I catch myself wishing I lived in New York or some other fabulous city.

Once again, I was reminded of this as I walked to school with Kevin this morning. Only this time I really was wearing my red ones.

Once again, the second time in a week, I cooked. I made banana bread. And it was good. So here are some pictures.
Neighbor Michelle
Me and bread

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Walkin' After Midnight

My hair used to be shiny. And quite curly. Now it is dry, and falling out and breaking off. It's disgusting actually. And it is no longer curly, just frizzy and gross. And I hate it.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Love Potion Number Nine

Today I have spent most of my time not doing homework, and wishing my life was like this.
Halloween is great, but not so great when you aren't a little kid, or live by a bunch of college kids.
All I've eaten in the last three days is potato-cheese soup and cookies. And you think I'm kidding.
Back to the first point...Heidi and I have a saying when we talk about stuff like that, "One day."

Sunday, October 30, 2011


As I watch Kevin Arnold learn about the female reproductive system.  It takes me back to one of the times I learned about the female reproductive system.

We were in Maren's Medical Anatomy and Physiology class and she had the uterus up on the board, on one of those overhead things, the two rows of my best friends were trying not to giggle, we were so not mature enough, even as 17-year-olds.  Becca leans over and whispers to me, "it sort of looks like an alien."  Right as these words were uttered Maren accidentally hit a button that changed all the white to black, and all the black to white.  Taken very off guard, Becca jumped and practically fell right out of her seat.  The paper that had been pretty much all white with a black outline of the uterus, had now changed, and it was all black with white lines, that really did look like an alien.

We all cracked up, almost uncontrollably, and Maren stopped the lecture.  The next day both classes got a talking to, about being mature, there was no laughing and no whispering aloud anymore.  Not our best moment...

Friday, October 28, 2011

White Dress (We're preparing for a possible concert)

6 Things I Loved From This Week:

  1. Letters from my BFF's on missions.
  2. When my Document Design teacher uses the term "sexy" to describe a good data display.
  3. Halloween themed cookies.
  4. I may be a senior, in college, but I definitely had to sprint to class today. (I also learned this week that when you want to show emphasis bold the word, do not use italics, the bold makes it stand out better. Something about boumas.)
  5. Halloween re-runs on YouTube.
  6. Making medical kits for Rising Star Outreach.  I found my next adventure--after Taiwan of course.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

You Make Me Feel So Young

     So I wrote this post.  It was a good post, a beautiful post even.  I even copied it into my journal.  But that's what it was, a journal entry.  I told myself when I started this blog I would try to keep my inner feelings to a minimum, let's be real, no one really wants to sit and read an extra long post about your feelings.  But what you do need to know is this:

     This week I've come to terms with the fact that I am a romantic, as much as I really don't want to admit it.

     And if you must know, this is really ironic, because two weeks ago I was giving a girl in my Brit Lit class a really hard time because she was not ok with the fact that Joyce, Eliot, and so many other early 20th century modernist poets do not have happy things in their poems.  In fact, I told her to go read Stephanie Meyer, which she replied that she loved Twilight.  She just wanted all of these poems and short stories to have a happy ending, she didn't think they were realistic without any happiness.  I honestly just laughed.  Mostly because the poets she liked the best, and found to be more "real" were the few to be on the more romantic side of modernism, meaning they made everything seem a lot better than it actually was.

  • I miss Namengo. I miss that little house, and the 20 other souls that lived there too.
  • I finally found a Pandora station to fit my mood. Thank you Judy Garland and friends.
  • The next two months are gonna be killer.
  • I can't wait to go home this weekend.
  • I've been watching Disney Channel Halloween episodes on YouTube. Best waste of time ever.


Monday, October 24, 2011

Silent Night

So maybe I've been listening to Christmas music all day. Judge me.

But, last night I got a bunch of forwarded emails from my friend's dad, she is currently in the MTC.  They made me so excited I wrote her a very long DearElder.  I wrote her a real letter like a week and a half ago, but I wasn't really expecting anything back from her.  But today there was a letter in the mailbox from her.  And then I felt really awkward. Like she might think I had been creepy fast, which wasn't the case at all.

Don't worry, I wrote her another DearElder explaining the awkwardness of the first DearElder. Hopefully she'll laugh about it.

Also, I am currently trying to deep read these lines:
     There is shadow under this red rock,
     (Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
     And I will show you something different from either
     Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
     I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Any insights. Any one?

Sunday, October 23, 2011

The West and the World

About six years ago this happened...

Well first this happened....

Which led to this happening....

Which led to a wholelotta this happening...

This was one of the coolest things I have ever had the part in.  There was so much work, dedication, love, hurt, pain, disappointment, and joy that led to this moment. I am so grateful that I could spend all of that time with all of those girls, getting to know them, learning from each example.  It was incredible.  I will never forget everything that happened in those three months. Seriously, it could be a movie.  Maybe I'll write the screenplay, I've definitely thought about it before....hmmm. I'll get back to you.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Be Without You

Yay! Two more classes then it's fall break, what's up!? I'm excited to once again cross something off the bucket list.

Have a good weekend!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011


So pretty much I have the coolest mom. Just last night she was my personal travel agent. Even going out to the airport at 10:30 p.m. to get some questions answered. She is awesome. And she was mad at me because I said I missed my dad more. Well for six months I will miss her a lot.

Also, my days are all mixed up, without factoring in that weird "Friday classes on Thursday" deal tomorrow.
And I'm way more excited for the PLL Halloween episode tonight than I probably should be.
I scared Heidi way bad last night. I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time. And then it hurt my throat because I am sick. I leave with a quote from Heidi, "I just want to make a bunch of them and give them to lots of people."

Monday, October 17, 2011

What Lies Beneath


Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on--on--and out of sight.

Everyone's voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away...O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.

-Siegfried Sassoon

Friday, October 14, 2011


I have been loving this song lately.
Sorry Heidi.
Have a good weekend.
Love always, Mandy

I know you all love this song too. Takes me back to the fourth grade.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Someone Like You

Happy Thursday
(I have early class tomorrow)
I know we all love this song, everyone plays it all the time,
blah blah blah
But I am seriously obsessed with this video.
Love her, love the b&w, love Paris.
Love it all.

We Are Young

Happy Wednesday
(just ignore the video. that girl is weird.)

Monday, October 10, 2011

Broken Bird

Here's to a happy Monday and a not-so-stressful week!

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The Beauty and the Feast

1. I love Harry Potter, Chocolate Milk, and Nutella. And probably in that order.

2. Seth Cohen is my favorite television character. Followed by Dan Humphrey, and Logan Huntzberger for the top three.

3. Most of the time I really feel that I was born in the wrong era.

4. I need to sell my contract for the Spring semester, so if anyone knows of someone looking for an apartment in Logan, send them my way. Heidi is an awesome roommate.

5. Songs that make me happy, bounce my foot, and remind me of summer are the best.

6. If I had the means to travel consistantly, you better believe that I would.

7. I hope to be a huge soccer mom. Huge as in dedicated, not huge as in size, just to clear that up.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Surprise, Surprise

dear cute boy,

it's been two years and at 11:11 sometimes i still wish i will run into you today.

love, kamille

dear high school crush,

yep, still crushin.

love, kamille

dear institute boy,

don't sing in spanish. this is america. and find your scriptures, because i'm sick of sharing mine.

love, kamille (and i know you know my name, you don't need to ask EVERY DAY)

dear boy from freshman year,

i saw you blush when i smiled at you yesterday, it was cute. stop being so shy and talk to me. ok?

love, kamille

dear justin,

when we get married and they write a book on our life together, it will be entitled Beauty and the Biebs. I can't wait to be one less lonely girl.

love, kamille

Tuesday, October 4, 2011


So sometimes my dad seems less than excited about the things I have planned in my life, and even though they change almost on a daily basis, he listens all the same.  He wasn't especially thrilled when I told him I wanted to go to Africa, mostly because I wasn't able to completely fund myself, but it worked itself out.  But I know that he is always just as excited for me as I am for all the things my life has brought me.

Today I was thinking of one of the times he actually showed it.  I had been in Uganda for a couple days, and I had not been able to call my parents yet, we were walking back to our house in the dark when one of the country directors finally let me use the phone to call home. My mom didn't answer, obviously, so I called my dad. He answered, "This is Ken." I practically yelled, "DAD! HI!" and do you wanna know what he said when it registered that it was me?  I will tell you, he said "HI! Kamille! (laughter) You're in AFRICA!"

That one phrase right there showed me that he had the same feelings I had, I was in AFRICA for crying out loud.  I had only dreamed and thought nothing of that for almost two years, and I actually made it. This is sort of a secret, but when I was gone, he was the one I missed the most.  Luckily for me we are flying to New York (so it didn't work out last week, but it's happening) tomorrow to pick up that car, and drive it all.the.way. home. It's gonna be a lond couple of days, but it will be good.  He's a pretty cool guy.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

How To Love [Remix]

Today at 10:00 a.m. I recieved a text message from Ken.  Ken is my dad.  The text said, "Can you leave Logan by 11 am to get on a plane at 1:50?"

Yes, I should have just skipped the rest of my classes today, and all my classes tomorrow, and a group meeting, and a weekend in St. George. 

Did I go?  No. For some weird reason, staying for boring class seemed way better than driving a car across the country from New York for the next three days.

And after sitting through two of three of those classes, I am wishing I was currently preparing for landing in Buffalo, New York.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

It Was Our Day

Don't Have Sex on Me
 -A Couch's Plea
I object to be used
in such an obscene way
Find other places to
Have your sexual play.
People sit on me often
I'm used to that.
I don't like the thrusting,
or when she screeches like a cat.
You will break my springs
and stain my cushions
what's with all the bare tushin'?
I don't like the smell
of your sweaty bodies
The act you perform is
purely naughty.
Your moaning and groaning
keeps me up at night
Will someone please turn on the light!
Naked co-eds parading across the room
It wouldn't be so bad if they were
bride and groom.
I was made for sitting
and watching tv
For taking a nap
and drinking some tea.
So keep me out of
your love,
I'm not a third wheel.
Just stay in your bed,
and we'll call it a deal.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Inches and Falling

Here's hoping.

Also, did anyone watch Amazing Race this week...

Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

So maybe I have a crush on one of my history professors. And so does my friend Sara maybe.

We had a paper due yesterday about The Return of Martin Guerre. The real Martin Guerre left his family, and after 12 years, who they thought was Martin Guerre returned. But it really wasn't, it was an impostor. So obviously, the title of my paper was "Will the Real Martin Guerre Please Stand Up."

So I go to class, sit by Sara in the third row. (I have never sat that close, her crush is bigger than mine) The T.A. asks us to turn our papers in, she hands me hers, the title you may ask, "Will the Real Martin Guerre Please Stand Up." Seriously. In both of our attempts to woo the teach, we had the same idea. Which made me think, how many other people thinking they were super clever had the same title.

We laughed so hard, I was practically crying, mostly because I really did think I was being so clever, and that my teacher would think I was hilarious and notice me. I guess my original idea was not so original after all.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011


  • At the beginning of the semester my editing professor told us how much he liked the textbook we were going to be using, and that he had not yet found a typo. So if anyone found a typo he would bring them a candybar. Guess who got a candy bar yesterday?

  • As you may know, I frequent Taco Tuesday at Cafe Rio. I mean, a taco for a dollar-fitty, pah-lease. So I have this friend that I commonly see at Taco Tuesday, and he never fails to make my Tuesday nights interesting, i.e.: kissing my neck, walking me to each table to everyone that we are dating, walking me around the next week to tell everyone we were then engaged, etc. Well, two weeks ago was no exception. We were standing talking about how apparently I am supposed to be married by now, and he was rubbing my arm and squeezing my back fat. I lost my balance (very common) and to prevent myself from falling, I reached for the chair next to me. As I went for the chair, my hand, most definitely and accidentally, grazed his crotch. It was awkward. Some words were exchanged, the situation grew in awkwardness, and ended with me yelling across all of Cafe Rio to him, "SPENCER! THIS DOES NOT REFLECT UPON MY CHARACTER!" as he walked out the door.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Eighteenth-Century Society and Culture

Yesterday I was able to go listen to two of my favorite ladies give their farewell talks.
It was incredible. I'm soo lucky to have such amazing people in my life.
Lately my catch-phrase has been "I'm SO happy!"
And today was no exception.
Danielle is headed to the Philippines.

Sarah is headed to Michigan.
I am seriously so lucky.
I cannot say that enough.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Let's Get Rocked (Heidi is preparing for the Def Leppard concert she will be attending tomorrow)

Text sent from my phone at 8:49 this morning:

"Note to self: when having class in the engineering building, get ready. Lots of boys major in
engineering. And you will be flooded with a wave of said boys leaving the building as you
enter. Showering is preferred."

Monday, August 29, 2011

Brendan's Death Song

So on Saturday I journeyed to Logan to move my stuff up. And also attend a meeting for IWA. It did not go as smoothly as planned, there were tears involved, but it was alright I guess. So Heidi, Mary Ann and I were driving to our advisor, Sister Neeley's house, I was trying to eat some french fries, and drink a big thing of root beer (like I said, it was a rough day). All of the sudden my nose started bleeding. Now, you should know that I get bloody noses a lot, so much that, maybe I shouldn't say this, but in high school if I really, really didn't want to be in class, I would fake a bloody nose, and no one would question it, and just let me leave. And then let Lizzie (we had about every class together) leave as well, because it also was common for me to pass out during these bloody noses. So we would just go chill in the hall for about fifteen minutes, no questions asked.

Also, I think listening Red Hot Chili Peppers on this not so great first day of school is really calming. and I'm digging the new album.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Strike 2 Logan, strike 2....and I'm not even officially there yet.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Stereo Hearts

Heidi: 60 pieces of gum. You seriously need a 60 pack of gum?
Becca: For my chewing habits this is the best for my wallet.

Becca: I feel like jail would be fun if you were there with me.

Heidi: They don't sprinkle the woodchips duh.

Becca: That bench looks like cardboard. I feel like I could construct one on my own.

Heidi: Hmmm. Maybe I didn't think that one out.

Becca: That car looks like an oreo. I bet they call it "oreo." Good bye oreo.

Heidi: Oh no, I just spilled your gum. Jessica, there might be 60 pieces of gum in your car.

Becca: STOP and run through those sprinklers.
The rest of us: NOO!

Heidi: How did the crazy person run through the woods? He went down the psycho-path. (preceeds to laugh hysterically)

Becca: Heidi and I have a close relationship, but the only thing different between her and my boyfriend is that we don't make out. Which makes it VERY different.
Heidi: Yeah, that'd be weird.

Heidi (in between laughs): Jessica, it feels so funny when you hiccup. Your stomach goes up and down. And I can feel it because you are laying on my arm. And it just feels so funny, because you are on my arm, and I can feel it...
Becca: JESSICA, go drink water, NOW.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Turning Tables

This summer I had a crush on a boy. Turns out he was a jerk. Go figure.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Last Friday Night

Tomorrow is a big day for the fake brothers of Kamille.

This one is headed to his mission. Good Luck Tan!

This one is marrying beautiful Heather, I wish you two a happily ever after!

I wish them both the best, and I can't wait to see what the future has in store for them!

Now if you excuse me, I have to go cry some mostly-happy tears...