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.