If you have not already heard (which would be veeeeeery odd if you know me at ALL) I'm going to Riverside, California on a church mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I will be gone for a year and a half! Which sounds like a long time if you think of it as 547 days. But if you think of it as --I'll be back Oct. 2014--- it's not so bad!
I am beyond stoked and anyone in my family (except my dog, who is still learning English) will tell you that I cannot wait! If you would like to hear of my happenings in the mission field, THIS blog will contain weekly excerpts of my life written by yours truly. (although posted by my awesome mother who is also fantastic. )Once again, it will not be on the blog you are reading, it will be on THIS BLOG. Not lifeforeverhopeful, but this new one!! . click a link. any link. any link to http://hopesmission.blogspot.com/. Seriously. Click here.
Once I get back, I will post on this blog again, but for my temporary mission blog, I suggest you click one of the 347289375 links I have already given you :)
Also, if you want to know more about my church or what I believe, click here
aaaaand one more link to my mission blog
I love you!
The End
........................for now.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
Too brain dead from studying to come up with a clever title.
As you recall, I have already blogged about finals. Not this semester (as that would be superfluous) but you may notice that we've already kinda been down this road. --Here's a secret.--- I will never NOT blog about finals. Why, you ask? because
If I'm talking about finals, it means I'm in the middle of finals.
If I'm in the middle of finals it means I'm supposed to be studying.
If I'm supposed to be studying, it means that I will look for any excuse to take a break.
And this is the excuse.
What shall we discuss? As long as it has nothing to due with statistics, entrepreneurship or chemistry, it's free game! how about what it means to be a BYU freshman? Being a BYU freshman means:
1. Being on a first-name basis with ANYONE who works at a restaurant on campus
2. Eating at the cannon center
3. Fearing for your life on April fools day because you are surrounded by a hall full of mischievous freshman girls
4. Watching every disney movie ever made ever
5. Seriously contemplating filing a PDA petition
6. Studying outside when it's sunny
7. Having an infinite "oh, s/he's just a freshman" get-away-with-anything card
8. Getting a free mug on campus
9. Anyone you ever knew or ever knew of ever in your life getting a mission call
10. Getting a mission call
11. Sleeping way too much
12. Sleeping way too little
13. Freaking out when you figure out the person you sit next to is married
14. Freaking freaking out when they bring their baby to class
15. Getting the first wedding announcements from people your age and wanting to curl up in a corner and only eat hot pockets for the rest of your life
16. Avoiding saying you're a freshman at all costs
17. Watching waaaaay too much netflix
18. Getting friendly with the vending machines
19. People using you for your meal card
20. Meeting upperclassmen and trying to discretely hypnotize them into asking you out
21. Going to see a lot of local bands. Some good, some.....spirited
22. Crying with joy when you come home because there is real food.
23. The freshman 15.....
24......turning in the freshman 50
I'm sure there are more, but I've really procrastinated much too long. Here we go. (finally)
If I'm talking about finals, it means I'm in the middle of finals.
If I'm in the middle of finals it means I'm supposed to be studying.
If I'm supposed to be studying, it means that I will look for any excuse to take a break.
And this is the excuse.
What shall we discuss? As long as it has nothing to due with statistics, entrepreneurship or chemistry, it's free game! how about what it means to be a BYU freshman? Being a BYU freshman means:
1. Being on a first-name basis with ANYONE who works at a restaurant on campus
2. Eating at the cannon center
3. Fearing for your life on April fools day because you are surrounded by a hall full of mischievous freshman girls
4. Watching every disney movie ever made ever
5. Seriously contemplating filing a PDA petition
6. Studying outside when it's sunny
7. Having an infinite "oh, s/he's just a freshman" get-away-with-anything card
8. Getting a free mug on campus
9. Anyone you ever knew or ever knew of ever in your life getting a mission call
10. Getting a mission call
11. Sleeping way too much
12. Sleeping way too little
13. Freaking out when you figure out the person you sit next to is married
14. Freaking freaking out when they bring their baby to class
15. Getting the first wedding announcements from people your age and wanting to curl up in a corner and only eat hot pockets for the rest of your life
16. Avoiding saying you're a freshman at all costs
17. Watching waaaaay too much netflix
18. Getting friendly with the vending machines
19. People using you for your meal card
20. Meeting upperclassmen and trying to discretely hypnotize them into asking you out
21. Going to see a lot of local bands. Some good, some.....spirited
22. Crying with joy when you come home because there is real food.
23. The freshman 15.....
24......turning in the freshman 50
I'm sure there are more, but I've really procrastinated much too long. Here we go. (finally)
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
It's been a good run
*disclaimer* I am writing this post because
1. my mother asked me to write this post
2. I really don't want to study for finals (it's amazing how productive you can be when you're avoiding a chemistry test)
3. I've been working on my farewell talk for a solid 2 hours and still have nothing to show for it.
Hello friends! The events that occur in this post actually happened last week, but my body was too fatigued to exert the approximately .01 calories it takes to type this out.
Flashback to last wednesday. It was my sister's birthday.
(Shout out to Liz who had her birthday on Wednesday and also doesn't read this blog!)
As per ush, we went out to dinner as a family to a veeeeeeeeeery Hope-approved restaurant that I totally forgot the name of. (Order the fish.) We talked about the reasons we love Liz, certain movie trailers for Despicable Me 2, and the fact that I ran 5.64 miles that day. And the fact that I ran 5.64 miles that day. And also my 5.64 mile run. (I was very enthusiastic about it.) Luckily, my family is my family and they listened to my braggart-y self for more minutes than it took me to actually run the run. They also teased me and I love them.
Then we had cake and my run didn't matter anymore.
The next day I was so stoked about the last day's run that I decided to do it again. I started running in a new direction, which meant that I had no idea how far I was running. I just sort of....didn't stop.
Reasons why Hope didn't stop running
1. she has the "oh-it's just adding a liiiiiiiiittle bit by going up another street" mentality
2. she runs uphill first and therefore feels like she can run downhill forever (don't try to understand it, it doesn't make sense)
3. she is competitive to the point of betting with herself. (ex: I bet you a dollar you can't make it up that hill without stopping)
4. watching the mileage add up on mapmyrun.com after you've already run creates a feeling of euphoria second only to winning ten million dollars.
Also,
*******The Next piece of information may NEVER be held against me*******
on the way back home, she remembered how close two of the guys she kind-of-sort-has-a-crush-on live. so she took a quick detour to their apartment (they live like next door to each other) and it added a good mile to her tally.
Hey. I'm just a girl.
anyways, when I came home and mapped-my-run it turned out to be (hold your streamers and confetti at the ready)
9.61 miles.
whoop
except I was really disappointed that I didn't make it to 10. Also, I remembered that it was my mom's birthday (she's a suuuuuuuuuuuper awesome-opposum marathon veteran runner) and that I hadn't gotten her a gift. so I decided to take my jelly legs back outside, and run two times around the track for a total of 10.11 miles. happy birthday, mom.
I'd love to spend time reflecting on this accomplishment but.....I gotta run!
1. my mother asked me to write this post
2. I really don't want to study for finals (it's amazing how productive you can be when you're avoiding a chemistry test)
3. I've been working on my farewell talk for a solid 2 hours and still have nothing to show for it.
Hello friends! The events that occur in this post actually happened last week, but my body was too fatigued to exert the approximately .01 calories it takes to type this out.
Flashback to last wednesday. It was my sister's birthday.
(Shout out to Liz who had her birthday on Wednesday and also doesn't read this blog!)
As per ush, we went out to dinner as a family to a veeeeeeeeeery Hope-approved restaurant that I totally forgot the name of. (Order the fish.) We talked about the reasons we love Liz, certain movie trailers for Despicable Me 2, and the fact that I ran 5.64 miles that day. And the fact that I ran 5.64 miles that day. And also my 5.64 mile run. (I was very enthusiastic about it.) Luckily, my family is my family and they listened to my braggart-y self for more minutes than it took me to actually run the run. They also teased me and I love them.
Then we had cake and my run didn't matter anymore.
The next day I was so stoked about the last day's run that I decided to do it again. I started running in a new direction, which meant that I had no idea how far I was running. I just sort of....didn't stop.
Reasons why Hope didn't stop running
1. she has the "oh-it's just adding a liiiiiiiiittle bit by going up another street" mentality
2. she runs uphill first and therefore feels like she can run downhill forever (don't try to understand it, it doesn't make sense)
3. she is competitive to the point of betting with herself. (ex: I bet you a dollar you can't make it up that hill without stopping)
4. watching the mileage add up on mapmyrun.com after you've already run creates a feeling of euphoria second only to winning ten million dollars.
Also,
*******The Next piece of information may NEVER be held against me*******
on the way back home, she remembered how close two of the guys she kind-of-sort-has-a-crush-on live. so she took a quick detour to their apartment (they live like next door to each other) and it added a good mile to her tally.
Hey. I'm just a girl.
anyways, when I came home and mapped-my-run it turned out to be (hold your streamers and confetti at the ready)
9.61 miles.
whoop
except I was really disappointed that I didn't make it to 10. Also, I remembered that it was my mom's birthday (she's a suuuuuuuuuuuper awesome-opposum marathon veteran runner) and that I hadn't gotten her a gift. so I decided to take my jelly legs back outside, and run two times around the track for a total of 10.11 miles. happy birthday, mom.
I'd love to spend time reflecting on this accomplishment but.....I gotta run!
Monday, April 1, 2013
Testing happiness
Picture your happy place.
Where is it? Disneyland? Palm Springs? Florida? Well mine is the BYU testing Center.
Wait, wait, wait, please don't think that it's because I love taking tests (because believe me, I do NOT) nor is it the endless line to get a bubble sheet, or the random coughs throughout the room that foreshadow a sickness in your very near future. No. For this venue to achieve the status of "happy place" you must first abandon the regular downstairs room that seats about 5 million, and make the wonderful trudge to the upstairs music room.
this beautiful little brainchild of some music-loving faculty member long ago is an intimate little room with about 40 desks, and it is always playing wordless music for you to enjoy whilst bubbling answers. (yes, that would be a run-on sentence, but I won't fix it because I'm feeling rebellious today)
While this is a wonderful thing, what truly makes this bump disneyland down to the 2nd happiest place on earth is the seat. THE seat. It's a seat right nest to the window, and it is what dreams are made of. I try to go start taking my tests about 5:00 PM so that you can see the beautiful collegic landscape transition from late afternoon to sunset to dusk (these tests are long.) It forces you to contemplate the whole university experience as little inch-sized students bustle in and out of your third story picture frame.
I mean, whenever you are contemplating which is MORE correct A, C, or F, it helps to glimpse a little piece of someone's day. walking out of the testing center, sitting under a tree studying, holding hands with a new beau, they're just quick snapshots that reminds you that there's more to life than getting 96.7% on your statistics test. that there's in fact more to life than even life.
so while the thrill of the matterhorn may entice some, and relaxing on a beach is paradise to others, give me a stuffy little room with crackling mozart in the background, and you've got yourself one happy girl.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Here ya go!
Hello lovely people that I love! I saw this video, and I thought you'd enjoy it. watch the whole thing and be inspired to be your best self!
i knew you'd love it.
Go be awesome!
Go be awesome!
Monday, March 18, 2013
THNGVBD
Who has read this book?
If you have not read this book, then I am sorry to say that you are not literarily cultured. EVERY child/adult/mammal/amphibian should read Alexandar and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
.....you see where this is going.
I am about to pitch you the idea for a sequel: Hope and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
Alexandar's book starts out "I went to sleep with gum in my mouth, and now there's gum in my hair."
well.
I did NOT go to sleep with gum in my mouth and wake up with gum in my hair. In fact, I did not go to sleep at ALL!!!!! this may not seem like a big deal, but let the record show that I have NEVER pulled an all nighter before.....and apparently it makes me CAPS HAPPY because as I'm looking back at my post thus far there are a TON of caps.
anyways, I didn't go to sleep because I had to study for this craaaaaaaaaazy chemistry test that I took at 10 in the morning. I downloaded the review sheet, read about 40 pages of dense, molecule-infused nonsense, and took meticulus notes on everything in the review packet. I didn't even take
b
r
e
a
k
s
unless they were 2 hours apart from each other and lasted the length of a taylor swift song. which reminds me. I found this little beauty
whaaaaaaaaaaa? did two nine year olds just go on my dream date? yes.
so anyways, I went to go take my test, and........I knew NOTHING!!!! seriously! the review had (and I'm being literal) ONE questions that had to do with ANYTHING on the review sheet! the rest was Greek! and not the multiple choice Greek!
I missed one day of class last week due to illness and BAM! apparently that was the only class we needed to attend for this test or something crazy like that.
on the upside, if you ever want to chat tropinone synthesis, i'm available.
so after I failed that test, I went to get lunch and they told me that they were all out of my fave soup! So I took my second fave soup home to take a nap when I realized.....I was locked out!
PICTURE: a sleepy, may-or-may-not-have-showered college freshman eating soup on the floor next to her locked door.
it gets better.
So i have to go to class.......until 5:00PM! Atfter which I go to the CANC to get a spare key. lo and behold
wait for it
my roommate has checked out the spare key and won't be coming home until late tonight!
thus began my quest to find my R.A. (not home) and subsequently must hunt down ANY RA in my building.
which leads us to me. blogging. staying awake until 7:00 because of a group project. that's 32 hours people. thirty-two hou-rs.
in the words of Alexandar the wise:
"I think I'll move to Australia. "
If you have not read this book, then I am sorry to say that you are not literarily cultured. EVERY child/adult/mammal/amphibian should read Alexandar and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
.....you see where this is going.
I am about to pitch you the idea for a sequel: Hope and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
Alexandar's book starts out "I went to sleep with gum in my mouth, and now there's gum in my hair."
well.
I did NOT go to sleep with gum in my mouth and wake up with gum in my hair. In fact, I did not go to sleep at ALL!!!!! this may not seem like a big deal, but let the record show that I have NEVER pulled an all nighter before.....and apparently it makes me CAPS HAPPY because as I'm looking back at my post thus far there are a TON of caps.
anyways, I didn't go to sleep because I had to study for this craaaaaaaaaazy chemistry test that I took at 10 in the morning. I downloaded the review sheet, read about 40 pages of dense, molecule-infused nonsense, and took meticulus notes on everything in the review packet. I didn't even take
b
r
e
a
k
s
unless they were 2 hours apart from each other and lasted the length of a taylor swift song. which reminds me. I found this little beauty
whaaaaaaaaaaa? did two nine year olds just go on my dream date? yes.
so anyways, I went to go take my test, and........I knew NOTHING!!!! seriously! the review had (and I'm being literal) ONE questions that had to do with ANYTHING on the review sheet! the rest was Greek! and not the multiple choice Greek!
I missed one day of class last week due to illness and BAM! apparently that was the only class we needed to attend for this test or something crazy like that.
on the upside, if you ever want to chat tropinone synthesis, i'm available.
so after I failed that test, I went to get lunch and they told me that they were all out of my fave soup! So I took my second fave soup home to take a nap when I realized.....I was locked out!
PICTURE: a sleepy, may-or-may-not-have-showered college freshman eating soup on the floor next to her locked door.
it gets better.
So i have to go to class.......until 5:00PM! Atfter which I go to the CANC to get a spare key. lo and behold
wait for it
my roommate has checked out the spare key and won't be coming home until late tonight!
thus began my quest to find my R.A. (not home) and subsequently must hunt down ANY RA in my building.
which leads us to me. blogging. staying awake until 7:00 because of a group project. that's 32 hours people. thirty-two hou-rs.
in the words of Alexandar the wise:
"I think I'll move to Australia. "
Monday, March 11, 2013
60 things I loves!!
Sometimes I get really frustrated because I can't read my TA's handwriting on my paper, and I have to figure out what wrsovy (seriously that's what it looks like!) means.
so instead I decide to make a list of 60 things that I lalalove!
1. water bottles that have cold water
2. when you have a scrubby-dub-dub clean room
3.people with funny laughs
4. Those chips that are the PERFECT shape for salsa dipping
5. realizing that your assignment isn't due for another week
6. going to bed early
7. being just the right temperature
8. people who have an E in their first name
9. the day after laundry day
10. when you hear a Birtish phrase ("my bird's cute") on campus
11. when you get to watch a new episode of your most fav-a-lave show
12. really soft tissues that make your nose happy
13. when babies don't spit up on you
14. when you find a new favorite band and you're not sick of their songs yet
15. when you think you have no more clean socks but you find some in the veeeeery back of the bureau
16. the word "bureau"
17. when my crushy texts me first
18. the smell of warm (enter favorite baked good here) wafting from the oven
19. the cannon center the cannon center the cannon center.
20. when you're super hungry and remember that you have a treat in the fridge
21. when you talk to someone right after you brush your teeth
22. when you see your grandparents
23. when you pull off a wink super smoothly
24. when you get an A on a paper
25. clipping your nails just the right length
26. when you see someone that you haven't seen in way too long
27. not having food in your teeth
28. when you remembered to get napkins!
29. when you eat a perfectly ripe berry (yummeh!)
30. when you see a really inspirational video
31. a good find at the D.I.
32. cuddles/snuggles
33. snuggles/cuddles
34. when you have extra credit in a class at the beginning of the semester so it says you have over
100%
35. when someone uses "whom" correctly
36. dancing like a crazy person
37. spring in provo!!!
38. puppy. any puppy. ever.
39. getting the perfect milk to cereal ratio
40. daily odd compliments
41. laughing hysterically
42. apps and zerts
43. people with accents
44. finding a new place to study
45. running!
46. people who will run/play tennis/ swim/ basically any exercise-ical activity with you
47. attractive people making ugly faces
48. someone brushing your hair....... seriously.
49. giving foot rubs to peoples I loves
50. well dressed peers
51. finding other people who don't own iPhones (prehistorics unite!)
52. when blogger autocorrects iphones to iPhones and you realize that this world is crazy-techno
53. watching on old favorite movie
54. any excuse to say the word "gumbo"
55. soup in a bread bowl
56. cooking for people
57. phone calls from people I lalalove
58. people who look good in hats
59. when you eat something messy and don't spill
60. the fact that my phone has a "shnooz" button instead of a "snooze" button
and of course you.
so instead I decide to make a list of 60 things that I lalalove!
1. water bottles that have cold water
2. when you have a scrubby-dub-dub clean room
3.people with funny laughs
4. Those chips that are the PERFECT shape for salsa dipping
5. realizing that your assignment isn't due for another week
6. going to bed early
7. being just the right temperature
8. people who have an E in their first name
9. the day after laundry day
10. when you hear a Birtish phrase ("my bird's cute") on campus
11. when you get to watch a new episode of your most fav-a-lave show
12. really soft tissues that make your nose happy
13. when babies don't spit up on you
14. when you find a new favorite band and you're not sick of their songs yet
15. when you think you have no more clean socks but you find some in the veeeeery back of the bureau
16. the word "bureau"
17. when my crushy texts me first
18. the smell of warm (enter favorite baked good here) wafting from the oven
19. the cannon center the cannon center the cannon center.
20. when you're super hungry and remember that you have a treat in the fridge
21. when you talk to someone right after you brush your teeth
22. when you see your grandparents
23. when you pull off a wink super smoothly
24. when you get an A on a paper
25. clipping your nails just the right length
26. when you see someone that you haven't seen in way too long
27. not having food in your teeth
28. when you remembered to get napkins!
29. when you eat a perfectly ripe berry (yummeh!)
30. when you see a really inspirational video
31. a good find at the D.I.
32. cuddles/snuggles
33. snuggles/cuddles
34. when you have extra credit in a class at the beginning of the semester so it says you have over
100%
35. when someone uses "whom" correctly
36. dancing like a crazy person
37. spring in provo!!!
38. puppy. any puppy. ever.
39. getting the perfect milk to cereal ratio
40. daily odd compliments
41. laughing hysterically
42. apps and zerts
43. people with accents
44. finding a new place to study
45. running!
46. people who will run/play tennis/ swim/ basically any exercise-ical activity with you
47. attractive people making ugly faces
48. someone brushing your hair....... seriously.
49. giving foot rubs to peoples I loves
50. well dressed peers
51. finding other people who don't own iPhones (prehistorics unite!)
52. when blogger autocorrects iphones to iPhones and you realize that this world is crazy-techno
53. watching on old favorite movie
54. any excuse to say the word "gumbo"
55. soup in a bread bowl
56. cooking for people
57. phone calls from people I lalalove
58. people who look good in hats
59. when you eat something messy and don't spill
60. the fact that my phone has a "shnooz" button instead of a "snooze" button
and of course you.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Hope and Love
I know, I know, I've been lackin' and slacken' on the blog. This is because my life is CRAAAAAZY right now. well....more crazy than usual. And I can never bring myself to sit down and tell you all of the Hope Haps. (happenings of Hope.)
But do I have a story for you!
This happened pre-Valentines' day. So let's all pretend that it's February 10th.
(cool time travel noises)
February 10th:
Pop Quiz: Hope was feeling
A. Sad
B. Discouraged
C. Forgotten
D. Rejected
E. Alone
F. All of the above
about valentine's day.
(the correct answer is F) because everyone and their dog has "that special someone."
I know this because I watched 101 Dalmatians, where LITERALLY everyone and their DOG has a special someone....And my special someone was my meal card.
Anyways. I was meandering the Wilk with my special someone (meal card) and I decided to check out the downstairs, since I've never really Indiana-Jones-Level explored it.
Whilst walking around, something caught my eye mid-meander. It was a glorious, glorious bulletin board with subcategories such as BOYS, GIRLS, HOUSING, JOBS etc. It's basically just a place for people to put 3X5 cards that read
"size 6 Wedding dress for sale! beaded bodice, temple appropriate, only worn once!" (duh) "please contact 555-968-2847"
Well. Being the me that I am, I thought that the single people of BYU would get a kick out of it if I........
advertised for a valentine.
I fished around in my backpack for a 3X5 card (which I miraculously found) and under the MEN category wrote:
Just in case you can't read it, it says:
"Looking for a Valentine! Please respond before February 14 2013 Looking for a fun, sweet, intelligent, funny male. Please call (my phone number)"
Oh yes.
Please note: that I did NOT include my name OR area code. In fact, I debated for a good 5 minutes whether or not I should put any number or all, but in the end, it seemed way funnier with the number.
Also note: I did not actually expect any responses. but later that night.....
ring ring.
ME: Hello?
MYSTERY PERSON: Hello, I found your card in the Wilk.
ME: Oh yeah?
MYSTERY PERSON: so have you found a Valentine yet?
ME:haha nope
MYSTERY PERSON: well would you like to go out on tuesday?
The rest is history, but here's a recap: He was super nice, and he gave me a box of chocolates since technically we were valentines. bwa ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!
So in sum: while it wasn't actually on valentine's day, he technically got a mail-order valentine.
my life is so fun! especially when it gets val-entwined with a good laugh.
(also, the offer still stands. Anyone? Anyone?)
But do I have a story for you!
This happened pre-Valentines' day. So let's all pretend that it's February 10th.
(cool time travel noises)
February 10th:
Pop Quiz: Hope was feeling
A. Sad
B. Discouraged
C. Forgotten
D. Rejected
E. Alone
F. All of the above
about valentine's day.
(the correct answer is F) because everyone and their dog has "that special someone."
I know this because I watched 101 Dalmatians, where LITERALLY everyone and their DOG has a special someone....And my special someone was my meal card.
Anyways. I was meandering the Wilk with my special someone (meal card) and I decided to check out the downstairs, since I've never really Indiana-Jones-Level explored it.
Whilst walking around, something caught my eye mid-meander. It was a glorious, glorious bulletin board with subcategories such as BOYS, GIRLS, HOUSING, JOBS etc. It's basically just a place for people to put 3X5 cards that read
"size 6 Wedding dress for sale! beaded bodice, temple appropriate, only worn once!" (duh) "please contact 555-968-2847"
Well. Being the me that I am, I thought that the single people of BYU would get a kick out of it if I........
advertised for a valentine.
I fished around in my backpack for a 3X5 card (which I miraculously found) and under the MEN category wrote:
Just in case you can't read it, it says:
"Looking for a Valentine! Please respond before February 14 2013 Looking for a fun, sweet, intelligent, funny male. Please call (my phone number)"
Oh yes.
Please note: that I did NOT include my name OR area code. In fact, I debated for a good 5 minutes whether or not I should put any number or all, but in the end, it seemed way funnier with the number.
Also note: I did not actually expect any responses. but later that night.....
ring ring.
ME: Hello?
MYSTERY PERSON: Hello, I found your card in the Wilk.
ME: Oh yeah?
MYSTERY PERSON: so have you found a Valentine yet?
ME:haha nope
MYSTERY PERSON: well would you like to go out on tuesday?
The rest is history, but here's a recap: He was super nice, and he gave me a box of chocolates since technically we were valentines. bwa ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!
So in sum: while it wasn't actually on valentine's day, he technically got a mail-order valentine.
my life is so fun! especially when it gets val-entwined with a good laugh.
(also, the offer still stands. Anyone? Anyone?)
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
V-day = D-day
Valentine's Day for the lonely Hope.
you've heard of the circle of life, right? well this is my cycle of love.
carnations are ruby,
grasslands are green
That is the cutest guy
I've ever seen
Freesia are orange,
Edielweiss: white,
he called me and asked me
to go out tonight
carnations are crimson
Dog rose is pink
I like him he's perfect for me
(well, I think)
Cypress is jade
cosmos is coral
he bought me some flowers
from on-campus floral
Dead daisies: brown
Dead lilies: back
now he avoids me
and won't text me back.
leaves are chartreuse
peaches are peach
he likes someone else
what a "star-bellied sneech"
her hair is blonde,
mine is brunette
i'm nineteen years old
can I just give up yet?
roses are red
violets are blue
I guess i can wait
if I'm waiting for you.
p.s. when google-ing names of colors to use, i found one called "st Patrick's blue"..........um.......?
Monday, February 4, 2013
Stockings, Stalking, and Vegetable stalks
Stockings:
Tights, leggings, susies, whatever you call 'em, it's stocking weather!
(note: the exclamation point at the end of the previous sentence was to incite frustration, not excitement. I see how you could have been confused.)Don't get me wrong, It's not that I don't like wearing tights, they're just not my favorite. But I LOVE wearing skirts. And what do you wear with skirts in 20 degree weather? Tights. It wouldn't be so bad if I had some nice stripes, colors, or polka-dotties,
but here is a quick tally of the number of tights I own and their respective colors:
grey: 3
all other colors: 0
So apparently with all of my grey outfits I will be impersonating a rain-cloud for the next few months until this crazy state indicates proper SunU weather (Sunny Utah)
(oh wait. Sh'e kind of adorable........alright, I guess this is OK)
Stalking:
No, no I'm not talking about the
kind of stalking. I'm talking about the CIA-should-hire-19-year-old-girls-to-stalk-because-they-are-THAT-good stalking.
This is really no better than regular stalking, except that it gives me some small degree of dignity that I'm not hiding out in bushes with my face painted green for camouflage. This is sophista-stalking. In fact, my home teacher came over to teach yesterday, and just ended up stalking my friends on Facebook. (good work, home teacher.)
ok, ok, before you get too worried about me, please note that it's basically just looking at people's Facebook profiles, which is all technically public information. I'm just crazy glad that I actually have my own computer this semester, and don't have to resort to face-booking on the public computers ("oh....er.......hey Taylor, I was just...........er.........on your Facebook because I had to uh..........................................Looks like you had fun in Hawaii." (uncomfortable silence) "well this is awkward."
Vegetable stalks.
The Vegetable. A rare species that is infrequently (if ever) found in the places to which my meal card subscribes. Which is oh-so unfortunate for a girl who is trying to be a healthier eater. so basically this is my SOS (send over spinach) plea to the creators of cougar-eat, cannon center, legends grille.......and basically everywhere else I can eat with my monopoly money. I just have four quick messages for BYU management:
1. despite the homophone, chicken STOCK is not STALK. and therefore not a vegetable.
2.french fries aren't vegetables either.
3. carrot cake: also not a vegetable.
4. cherry chocolate ice cream? technically not a fruit.....but I love it, so no complaints from this girl!
So basically, this semester is turning out to be a crazy one. But hey, I'm not putting much stock into bad moods these days.
Tights, leggings, susies, whatever you call 'em, it's stocking weather!
(note: the exclamation point at the end of the previous sentence was to incite frustration, not excitement. I see how you could have been confused.)Don't get me wrong, It's not that I don't like wearing tights, they're just not my favorite. But I LOVE wearing skirts. And what do you wear with skirts in 20 degree weather? Tights. It wouldn't be so bad if I had some nice stripes, colors, or polka-dotties,
but here is a quick tally of the number of tights I own and their respective colors:
grey: 3
all other colors: 0
So apparently with all of my grey outfits I will be impersonating a rain-cloud for the next few months until this crazy state indicates proper SunU weather (Sunny Utah)
(oh wait. Sh'e kind of adorable........alright, I guess this is OK)
Stalking:
No, no I'm not talking about the
kind of stalking. I'm talking about the CIA-should-hire-19-year-old-girls-to-stalk-because-they-are-THAT-good stalking. This is really no better than regular stalking, except that it gives me some small degree of dignity that I'm not hiding out in bushes with my face painted green for camouflage. This is sophista-stalking. In fact, my home teacher came over to teach yesterday, and just ended up stalking my friends on Facebook. (good work, home teacher.)
ok, ok, before you get too worried about me, please note that it's basically just looking at people's Facebook profiles, which is all technically public information. I'm just crazy glad that I actually have my own computer this semester, and don't have to resort to face-booking on the public computers ("oh....er.......hey Taylor, I was just...........er.........on your Facebook because I had to uh..........................................Looks like you had fun in Hawaii." (uncomfortable silence) "well this is awkward."
Vegetable stalks.
The Vegetable. A rare species that is infrequently (if ever) found in the places to which my meal card subscribes. Which is oh-so unfortunate for a girl who is trying to be a healthier eater. so basically this is my SOS (send over spinach) plea to the creators of cougar-eat, cannon center, legends grille.......and basically everywhere else I can eat with my monopoly money. I just have four quick messages for BYU management:
1. despite the homophone, chicken STOCK is not STALK. and therefore not a vegetable.
2.french fries aren't vegetables either.
3. carrot cake: also not a vegetable.
4. cherry chocolate ice cream? technically not a fruit.....but I love it, so no complaints from this girl!
So basically, this semester is turning out to be a crazy one. But hey, I'm not putting much stock into bad moods these days.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
The seven habits of highly Hope-ful people.
You may or may not have been to your public library lately. If you have, you may or may not have been to the self-help section. While there, you may or may not have come across a very famous book entitled
No, no, no I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I'm not going to motivate you. I'm going to let you sit right there and stare blankly at the computer screen, barely taking in anything I'm saying, wondering what's for dinner tomorrow. (what IS for dinner tomorrow?)
The reason I bring this up is because I would like to share with you the Seven Habits of Highly Hope-ful People.
Please do not confuse this with "the Seven Habits of Highly hopeful People." The two are very different. The habits listed below will probably not make you any more hopeful than you already are. they WILL however, make you more like Hope, because they are the weird habits I can't seem to kick.
If you would like to be more Hope-ful, follow these simple habits.
1. Go to bed at 11:00. If you can't fall asleep until 3:00, sneak downstairs into the music practice room and do 100 jumping jacks. Then jump all the way up the stairs. If you're not tired now, repeat at 4:30
(picture just in case you don't know how to do a jumping jack....)
2.Whenever you're in the almost-always-empty-stairway, belt out all the lyrics you can remember from Les Miserables. try to make showstopping renditions of "I dreamed a dream" and "on my own.".......I haven't really figured out if people can hear me yet, but if they can, I hope they're getting a great ab workout from laughing
3. don't throw anything away. ever. you never know when you might need that pair of flowery shoelaces that you haven't worn for 4 years. And that piece of ribbon used to tie your birthday present from the guy you liked freshman year is part of a great memory!........you get the point. It's getting pretty bad, I'm starting to feel sentimental toward my gum wrappers. So if you want to become more hopeful, we can all be on the next edition of "hoarders" together.
4. find a song/band/album that you really love and listen to them nonstop until you hate them. here's a little starter kit for you (my current favorite song)
repeat 847 times.
5. talk to yourself while you're walking to class. Don't be turned off by the weird looks you get from normal people who aren't nearly a Hope-ful as you.
TIP: when you're not talking to yourself, narrate the conversation in your head with exaggerated facial expressions. then laugh out loud when you realize what you're doing.....seriously, I do this ALL the time
6. When someone upsets you, write 7 limericks to them. by that time, it just seems funny because you realize you have to rhyme "scummy" with "tummy."
EX:
my morning was 'specially scummy
cause I was cut off by a dummy
and as I drove off
well I tried not to scoff
at his big purple alien tummy.
doesn't that just put a little spring in your step?
7. Eat ice cream whenever possible. even in the cold. in the snow. at night. when you feel like you're living in an igloo located in the middle of a frozen arctic tundra......it's always a good time for ice cream.
*please consult with your physician before attempting any of the aforementioned ideas as they can cause loss of friends, decreased hearing, insomnia, obesity, tone-deafness, and or solitude.
No, no, no I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I'm not going to motivate you. I'm going to let you sit right there and stare blankly at the computer screen, barely taking in anything I'm saying, wondering what's for dinner tomorrow. (what IS for dinner tomorrow?)
The reason I bring this up is because I would like to share with you the Seven Habits of Highly Hope-ful People.
Please do not confuse this with "the Seven Habits of Highly hopeful People." The two are very different. The habits listed below will probably not make you any more hopeful than you already are. they WILL however, make you more like Hope, because they are the weird habits I can't seem to kick.
If you would like to be more Hope-ful, follow these simple habits.
1. Go to bed at 11:00. If you can't fall asleep until 3:00, sneak downstairs into the music practice room and do 100 jumping jacks. Then jump all the way up the stairs. If you're not tired now, repeat at 4:30
(picture just in case you don't know how to do a jumping jack....) 2.Whenever you're in the almost-always-empty-stairway, belt out all the lyrics you can remember from Les Miserables. try to make showstopping renditions of "I dreamed a dream" and "on my own.".......I haven't really figured out if people can hear me yet, but if they can, I hope they're getting a great ab workout from laughing
3. don't throw anything away. ever. you never know when you might need that pair of flowery shoelaces that you haven't worn for 4 years. And that piece of ribbon used to tie your birthday present from the guy you liked freshman year is part of a great memory!........you get the point. It's getting pretty bad, I'm starting to feel sentimental toward my gum wrappers. So if you want to become more hopeful, we can all be on the next edition of "hoarders" together.
4. find a song/band/album that you really love and listen to them nonstop until you hate them. here's a little starter kit for you (my current favorite song)
repeat 847 times.
5. talk to yourself while you're walking to class. Don't be turned off by the weird looks you get from normal people who aren't nearly a Hope-ful as you.
TIP: when you're not talking to yourself, narrate the conversation in your head with exaggerated facial expressions. then laugh out loud when you realize what you're doing.....seriously, I do this ALL the time
6. When someone upsets you, write 7 limericks to them. by that time, it just seems funny because you realize you have to rhyme "scummy" with "tummy."
EX:
my morning was 'specially scummy
cause I was cut off by a dummy
and as I drove off
well I tried not to scoff
at his big purple alien tummy.
doesn't that just put a little spring in your step?
7. Eat ice cream whenever possible. even in the cold. in the snow. at night. when you feel like you're living in an igloo located in the middle of a frozen arctic tundra......it's always a good time for ice cream.
*please consult with your physician before attempting any of the aforementioned ideas as they can cause loss of friends, decreased hearing, insomnia, obesity, tone-deafness, and or solitude.
Monday, January 14, 2013
class. security.
Have you ever found yourself muttering "I wonder where that is.........i could have sworn..........just a second ago........?"
have you ever found yourself muttering that about a CLASS? I have.
How do you misplace an entire class, you ask? Well now, I don't know. the class seems to have misplaced me.
Clarification: I am #1 on the wait-list for my Civilization 2 class. This means that I can probably get into the class (via add-code), but as I am not technically in it yet, I don't receive updates or emails by the teacher. This makes things very difficult when a certain professor apparently has room-consistency anxiety.
It all started out like this.
(aforementioned class is held on Monday, Wednesday, Friday)
LAST MONDAY:
I was like number 6 on the wait list, and debating adding a different class, so I didn't attend this one. Big mistake.
LAST WEDNESDAY:
I went to the room designated by the online syllabus and (drum-roll if you will).....no one was there. Unless of course, the entire class dropped......including the teacher.
LAST THURSDAY:
I emailed the teacher and told her what happened. she then informed me that we had a room change (which would have been helpful to know, but until I'm in the class, I won't get her emails)
TODAY: (Monday again) I went to the aforementioned changed classroom and (secondary drum-roll) No one was there. again.
I'm beginning to think that "civilization two" is a code name for the espionage course, and as part of the curriculum we have to
1. find out that we're in fact enrolled in "how to spy 101"
2. find the relocated meeting place every class time
3. bribe/threaten/worm our ways off the wait list and into the actual course (for negotiating practice) and
4. tag our teacher with a tracker so that we know her exact whereabouts at all times.
Sounds like a fun class, but I don't know if it's worth the 3 measly credits it offers.
On a completely unrelated, and much less frustrating note----
So since I couldn't find my class, I went to the library (what else are you supposed to do at 9:00 A.M?) and saw, to my surprise, that there were 6 "Caution, Wet Floor signs" decorating the beloved tile floorway.
+ 
This wouldn't have caught my attention except that the floors were completely dry. As i had about 2 hours to kill, I proceeded to one of the two security guards to inquire about the strange occurrence I waited patiently while he talked on his phone, but instead of finishing his conversation, he just held his hand over the receiver and said "can I help you?" Thinking it was a bit rude to whoever he was on the phone with (since he didn't say "i have someone here, can I put you on hold?" or anything like that) I said "so these wet floor signs---"
"------the ceiling doesn't leak" he interrupted.
.......
o.....k...... "Oh i assumed as much, I was just wondering why they are here if the floor isn't wet." He shrugged. " Oh I think it's just in case." In case of what I never found out. for at that point I saw the security guard, about 50 feet away holding his hand on the receiver of HIS phone, looking expectantly at the guard I was talking to.
"are you........" I looked back and forth "talking to each other?" my security guard smiled "yes."
"Oh. are you just bored?"
"no" his face turned serious "there was a serious incident this morning." I looked between them one last time and proceeded promptly out the door.
All i can say is that between my espionage class, two security guards calling each other on the phone from 50 feet away, and the mysteriously unwarranted "Wet Floor Signs" there has been a lot of secrecy going on in these parts...........
And that anyone who was involved in the "serious incident" at the library this morning deserves to get away with whatever it was, due to the sheer time he or she would have woken up to do so.
That's what I call a quality hoodlum.
have you ever found yourself muttering that about a CLASS? I have.
How do you misplace an entire class, you ask? Well now, I don't know. the class seems to have misplaced me.
Clarification: I am #1 on the wait-list for my Civilization 2 class. This means that I can probably get into the class (via add-code), but as I am not technically in it yet, I don't receive updates or emails by the teacher. This makes things very difficult when a certain professor apparently has room-consistency anxiety.
It all started out like this.
(aforementioned class is held on Monday, Wednesday, Friday)
LAST MONDAY:
I was like number 6 on the wait list, and debating adding a different class, so I didn't attend this one. Big mistake.
LAST WEDNESDAY:
I went to the room designated by the online syllabus and (drum-roll if you will).....no one was there. Unless of course, the entire class dropped......including the teacher.
LAST THURSDAY:
I emailed the teacher and told her what happened. she then informed me that we had a room change (which would have been helpful to know, but until I'm in the class, I won't get her emails)
TODAY: (Monday again) I went to the aforementioned changed classroom and (secondary drum-roll) No one was there. again.
I'm beginning to think that "civilization two" is a code name for the espionage course, and as part of the curriculum we have to
1. find out that we're in fact enrolled in "how to spy 101"
2. find the relocated meeting place every class time
3. bribe/threaten/worm our ways off the wait list and into the actual course (for negotiating practice) and
4. tag our teacher with a tracker so that we know her exact whereabouts at all times.
Sounds like a fun class, but I don't know if it's worth the 3 measly credits it offers.
On a completely unrelated, and much less frustrating note----
So since I couldn't find my class, I went to the library (what else are you supposed to do at 9:00 A.M?) and saw, to my surprise, that there were 6 "Caution, Wet Floor signs" decorating the beloved tile floorway.
This wouldn't have caught my attention except that the floors were completely dry. As i had about 2 hours to kill, I proceeded to one of the two security guards to inquire about the strange occurrence I waited patiently while he talked on his phone, but instead of finishing his conversation, he just held his hand over the receiver and said "can I help you?" Thinking it was a bit rude to whoever he was on the phone with (since he didn't say "i have someone here, can I put you on hold?" or anything like that) I said "so these wet floor signs---"
"------the ceiling doesn't leak" he interrupted.
.......
o.....k...... "Oh i assumed as much, I was just wondering why they are here if the floor isn't wet." He shrugged. " Oh I think it's just in case." In case of what I never found out. for at that point I saw the security guard, about 50 feet away holding his hand on the receiver of HIS phone, looking expectantly at the guard I was talking to.
"are you........" I looked back and forth "talking to each other?" my security guard smiled "yes."
"Oh. are you just bored?"
"no" his face turned serious "there was a serious incident this morning." I looked between them one last time and proceeded promptly out the door.
All i can say is that between my espionage class, two security guards calling each other on the phone from 50 feet away, and the mysteriously unwarranted "Wet Floor Signs" there has been a lot of secrecy going on in these parts...........
And that anyone who was involved in the "serious incident" at the library this morning deserves to get away with whatever it was, due to the sheer time he or she would have woken up to do so.
That's what I call a quality hoodlum.
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