okay, i know about 3 people on blog... and one of them got tagged by the same person i did... but, here's the deal...
you post six facts/details about yourself on your own blog. then, after that, you post 6 people that you are tagging. you leave those people a comment telling them to check it out and tag more people.... sound good? here goes nothin...
1- my sister and i used to tell our parents we had done our piano practicing when we hadn't. and when i was feeling mean, i would do mine, and refuse to make an agreement with her. she hated practicing....
2- i love practicing my signature and changing things up every once in a while.
3- i pretty much can write anything without using "pretty much" or "..."
4- i am an email junky.... i am obsessed...
5- i absolutely cannot stand it when the teacher erases something from the board and leaves stray, non-descript marks on the outskirts of where the original writing was...
6- last one... i want an enormously large belt buckle desperately...
there you go. i may be neurotic, but... i just can't help it...
jackie, you are my one and only... i know no one else....
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
a night worth while
so, after the rugby game, i'm feelin' sorta sportsy. so, i call up the ultimate in sports friends. the one, the only, the only girl i know who is obsessed with both peyton manning and the colts- Alexandra Ahern. she and her roommate were planning on going to the soccer game. so, i call up my soccer cousin. the one, the only, the chick whose high school 4a team just won state championships- Kaci McNeil.
i pick up kaci from her home in orem. and she and i head back to my house so i can spritz my perfume-blackberry amber, bath and body works-and so i can change my shoes. kacers and i head to the game, find the most perfect parking spot, and walk on to the pitch. i probably didn't need to pay for kaci, seeing as how she was supposed to get in on my all sports pass. but! i did anyway, because i'm a nice cousin. we find my friends alex, shara, becca, and shara's boy grant. we have a little sit and begin the watching of the game.
the excitement is tangible as the soccer chicks run across the field with small, fist size, pure white somethings in their hand. A FREE T-SHIRT! something any college student would do absolutely anything for. whether it be pretending to be paralyzed for a day, or do 60 hours of service at a cattle ranch. everyone in the stands...well, stands, and we all yell and scream at the top of our lungs to try and catch what they are throwing at us... until we realize... what it is exactly they are throwing...... a severe disappointment. only a tiny, all white soccerball. dumb, right? we sit down. and the second we do, the national anthem starts. and we stand back up.
as everyone begins to sing the national anthem, we realize something. we are at byu, and we're mormon. why aren't we harmonizing!? and so it begins. the beautiful song that is our anthem. one could only hope we could live up to maya rudolph in her rendition as pamela bell from schnooks.
half-time comes to an end when suddenly, out of nowhere, a random man, wearing a blue and white sweatsuit starts running in front of the stands. he has something small and white as well. but we don't get our hopes up.... but wait! what is this? can it be? the t-shirt toss we have all been waiting for??? small white t-shirts held together by cheapie rubber bands!!! yes! yes it is! once again, the crowd rises. as if about to salute the flag yet another time. we are all on our feet, screaming like a ghetto of banchees for these t-shirts. neither me, nor my friends are lucky. we shall just have to come to another game...
the game was unscored as kaci and i left early. just to be sure she could get to her halloween dance on time. or rather, fashionably late. i later found out we won the game against new mexico. 1-0. not much in relation to other, better sports. but, a kill for the cougars. nicely done ladies. nicely done.
i pick up kaci from her home in orem. and she and i head back to my house so i can spritz my perfume-blackberry amber, bath and body works-and so i can change my shoes. kacers and i head to the game, find the most perfect parking spot, and walk on to the pitch. i probably didn't need to pay for kaci, seeing as how she was supposed to get in on my all sports pass. but! i did anyway, because i'm a nice cousin. we find my friends alex, shara, becca, and shara's boy grant. we have a little sit and begin the watching of the game.
the excitement is tangible as the soccer chicks run across the field with small, fist size, pure white somethings in their hand. A FREE T-SHIRT! something any college student would do absolutely anything for. whether it be pretending to be paralyzed for a day, or do 60 hours of service at a cattle ranch. everyone in the stands...well, stands, and we all yell and scream at the top of our lungs to try and catch what they are throwing at us... until we realize... what it is exactly they are throwing...... a severe disappointment. only a tiny, all white soccerball. dumb, right? we sit down. and the second we do, the national anthem starts. and we stand back up.
as everyone begins to sing the national anthem, we realize something. we are at byu, and we're mormon. why aren't we harmonizing!? and so it begins. the beautiful song that is our anthem. one could only hope we could live up to maya rudolph in her rendition as pamela bell from schnooks.
half-time comes to an end when suddenly, out of nowhere, a random man, wearing a blue and white sweatsuit starts running in front of the stands. he has something small and white as well. but we don't get our hopes up.... but wait! what is this? can it be? the t-shirt toss we have all been waiting for??? small white t-shirts held together by cheapie rubber bands!!! yes! yes it is! once again, the crowd rises. as if about to salute the flag yet another time. we are all on our feet, screaming like a ghetto of banchees for these t-shirts. neither me, nor my friends are lucky. we shall just have to come to another game...
the game was unscored as kaci and i left early. just to be sure she could get to her halloween dance on time. or rather, fashionably late. i later found out we won the game against new mexico. 1-0. not much in relation to other, better sports. but, a kill for the cougars. nicely done ladies. nicely done.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
the rugby game
its a friday night at byu. nothing going on except for tentative plans for international cinema. suddenly, my roommate and i get the inspiration to call in an order for cafe rio. truly an inspired thought. she gets a bean, rice and cheese burrito due to her vegetarianism. i order the pork barbacoa quesadilla with lettuce, sour cream, and quacamole. we pick it up at the designated time, and bring it back to the house. we pop in a prairie home companion and begin the evening.
then, i get a phone call from a friend who asks me if i so desire to go to the rugby game. and i do, so she and her friend pick me up and we head to the field. now, everyone needs to understand a little about the game of rugby... the goal of the game is to see who can be wearing the shortest shorts on the field. none of the cal poly players seemed to understand this. they were all wearing normal length shorts. but, the byu players... they seemed to take this rule to the nth degree. i felt like i was watching a women's volleyball game. these shorts were, quite literally, booty shorts. i felt like i was being exposed. and i played water polo. i saw more than is necessary for any person, at any time. these men were running around, tackling each other, and making noises someone might make while attempting to lay and egg. it was wholly entertaining. my friends and i gave the award of shortest shorts to number four. congratulations. whoever you are. you win. please boast as much as possible. please.
then, i get a phone call from a friend who asks me if i so desire to go to the rugby game. and i do, so she and her friend pick me up and we head to the field. now, everyone needs to understand a little about the game of rugby... the goal of the game is to see who can be wearing the shortest shorts on the field. none of the cal poly players seemed to understand this. they were all wearing normal length shorts. but, the byu players... they seemed to take this rule to the nth degree. i felt like i was watching a women's volleyball game. these shorts were, quite literally, booty shorts. i felt like i was being exposed. and i played water polo. i saw more than is necessary for any person, at any time. these men were running around, tackling each other, and making noises someone might make while attempting to lay and egg. it was wholly entertaining. my friends and i gave the award of shortest shorts to number four. congratulations. whoever you are. you win. please boast as much as possible. please.
Friday, October 26, 2007
bee boo boop boo bee boo boop
so, the office. oh yes. that's what i'm talkin 'bout! i am saddened, however, that we are back to half hour episodes. also, i have a theory... i believe that this is the last season of the office. sad, i know. but i think its a fact.
all is well. didn't go to my figure drawing class today. couldn't handle it. went to sensuous sandwiches. best sandwiches ever. that's right, i got "the satisfier". chicken and pepper jack cheese. mad goodness.
all is well. didn't go to my figure drawing class today. couldn't handle it. went to sensuous sandwiches. best sandwiches ever. that's right, i got "the satisfier". chicken and pepper jack cheese. mad goodness.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
task avoiding
so, i have been lying on my bed... actually asleep for 10 minutes, half asleep for the prior 5o. time is wasting away... with a 100 question long, take-home midterm due in 14.5 hours, i'm thinking this is not such a great idea. so, naturally, i get on the computer and decide to waste some more time.
provo is not all its cut out to be. college is. provo is not. i love being on my own, i love my classes. however, provo is the sort of town where all you have to do is look out your window, see a couple walking down the street, and immediately your internal societal views say you should be sad you don't have someone to walk down the street with. it's bogus.
also, this town needs some serious clean-up. i was driving back from sandy this morning, and i could not see the base of any of the mountains. the smog out here is ridiculous. its called recycling. and its called community awareness. stop being so selfish and ignorant, utah rezzies.
that is all. time for an eternally long test...
provo is not all its cut out to be. college is. provo is not. i love being on my own, i love my classes. however, provo is the sort of town where all you have to do is look out your window, see a couple walking down the street, and immediately your internal societal views say you should be sad you don't have someone to walk down the street with. it's bogus.
also, this town needs some serious clean-up. i was driving back from sandy this morning, and i could not see the base of any of the mountains. the smog out here is ridiculous. its called recycling. and its called community awareness. stop being so selfish and ignorant, utah rezzies.
that is all. time for an eternally long test...
the first
this is a new experience for me. i've tried blogging before, but never succeeded. we'll see how it goes.
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