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.......? 

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.  

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.   

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.
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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.  

Oprah.....er i mean Hope's favorite things! (2012 edition)

For those of you who do not watch Oprah (me being one of those), I will give you a little background. At the end of every Year, (don't quote me on this, she might not still do it) Oprah spends a whole show giving away her favorite things of that year to every single audience member. If you want a little taste of what it's like here ya go.

yes. If you are rich enough, you can make grown men cry at will.

So it's time for (drumroll please)

Hope's Favorite Things!!!!!!! 

*note: I will not actually give you any of these things, but I WILL give you a digital picture as a speacial treat for your eyes.

Favorite thing of 2012 #1: 

Turkey Bacon club on Sourdough bread with no Mayonnaise from the Blue Line Deli at BYU!



                           
How many omnivores do we have out there? Then you'll love this Hope-modified Blue Line classic! By far the most ordered sandwich at BYU, with reduced fat thanks to the exclusion of mayo! AND I can pay for it with my meal card so it's super convenient! Come down to BYU, and I may ACTAULLY buy you this favorite thing (due to the fact that I have to spend a certain quota by the end of the sememster) 

Favorite thing of 2012 #2: 

How many times has this happened to YOU? you're sitting in your dorm room at 10:45 P.M. thinking all you're homework's done when you realalize "Ah! I have to write a paper/ check my email/ submit my response on digital dialoge/ other school related activity that can only be compleated online?" Which is when you remember that your parents aren't letting you have a computer this semster.

Well. Have no fear. You MAY think that you have to walk all the way to the library (15 min. ) when in fact, you can zip on over to the tanner building computer lab! (9 min)!!! this is why my second favorite thing of 2012 is

The Tanner Building Computer Lab!



Favorite thing of 2012 #3: 

Tuacan's productions of Hairspray and Aladdin!

Sorry, you're too late to see them, but rest assured they were FANTASTIC!



Favorite thing of 2012 #4 

This one came early in the year. January 6th in fact!
(super drum roll)
......

Manicure/pedicures!!!!

Want a relaxing, luxurious, typically nice-smelling afternoon in your choice of color? I strongly recommend a mani-pedi to get the job done! 


Although I may not recommend going with me, as I laugh loudly when anyone touches my toes.

Favorite Thing of 2012 #5

Heritage tours!

A 3 week trip from Utah to New York and Back. You stop at all the church history sights, spend about 8 hours on a bus (per day), and have the time of your life (with the best people you'll ever meet!) strongly recommended for graduated high school seniors



Favorite Thing of 2012 #6 

NEW BABY NEPHEWS!!

I'm sorry, but these cannot typically be purchased at local convenience stores. they're a very rare, and very costly gift. Fortunately for me, I don't care If I have to change a few diapers because they're so dang cute! 



Need I say more?

Favorite thing of 2012 #7 

New York, New York

 

Strongly recommended. Will live there someday
Broadway play Spiderman....Also highly recommended 

Favorite thing of 2012 #8 

Graduating from High School.


 Not that I didn't love High School. In fact, I ADORED high school (for the most part), but it was a bitter sweet time to move on. I recommend this, but only one per lifetime.

Favorite thing of 2012 #9 
Starting College!
 love love love love love love college.



Favorite thing of 2012 #10: 

Always the best.
At the Top of my List.
with a hip hip hooray, and a shish boom bah.
My friends and family.
Old and new, young and wrinkly,  bald or flowy blue hair, I LOVE them, and if Oprah knew them, they would be her favorite things too.

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Happy new year!

What's up, Doc?

The deed is done.

I was overwhelMED with what seeMED like an unwelcoMED obligation. But now, the DOCumentation is done. I may not have been DOCile, but I was taMED.

Explanation: I'm putting in my papers to go on a mission for the Mormon church, and part of that process requires that I get a doctor to sign off on a bunch of things to basically state I am healthy. It should be one question with two check boxes, right?

 HEALTHY Yes ___  No__ 

But instead, it consists of a bunch of words that I may or may not understand, and most definitely can't pronounce.

Quick Question: when was the last time you had your amylace tested?

You get the picture. So here's the story.

CHAPTER 1 

Urine Luck 

Upon arrival (well... like 40 minutes after my arrival, when they actually brought me to the doctor) They asked me if I could give them a urine sample. As I had just gone to the bathroom, I then proceeded to drink about four tons of water from the tap via little paper cups that hold up for 1.5 uses.....water starts to kind of taste bad after a while

CHAPTER 2

Weight For Me

I'm not sure how this slipped through the cracks of my blog subjects, but I have recently finished an intense three week food cleanse. Bottom line, "cleanse" is not "diet" and my doctor rounded my weight UP on the missionary sheet.

CHAPTER 3 

Taking Shots.....Mormon Style 

You know that you're in for a treat when the person giving you shots is less than a month older than you are, and keeps dropping the needle. How did I know how old she was? It was her birthday today. Granted, I should cut her some birthday slack, but it still made me a little antsy that it took her 40 seconds to successfully open a band-aid. She gave me a flu shot, and  TB test (yes, this requires a needle) that I have to get read in 48-72 hours (so if you happen to be a doctor.....) I'm not really sure if she did it right, but until my arm goes numb and develops a weird bump I'm going to assume yes. The main complaint was that there were no colored band-aids. Shot-giving blasphemy.

CHAPTER 4 

a faint smell of blood 

Now we're getting to the good stuff. AFTER I had gotten two needles poked into me that I didn't expect, I was informed that I would have to get my blood drawn. 

This was not a happy moment.

I went obediently down to the chamber of horror, which was cleverly disguised as a health lab. The masquerade went so far as to dare to play Christmas music in the waiting room.What kind of sick (no pun intended) place was this?

When my name was called and I entered the room of doom, I saw the nurse.

Real conversation between HOPE and NURSE

NURSE: Hello! I'm the one who's going to draw you today

HOPE: Are you a good artist?

NURSE: ????

I guess my humor is lost on people who make others cry for a living. Or maybe laughing makes veins constrict.

I kid, she was actually very pleasant. And when she couldn't find a vein, the girl she brought in to help her was equally pleasant.

Apparently, I have veins so small that they have to use a baby needle on me. and not baby as in "small" baby as in the same needle they use on actual babies. No wonder they cry so much, that thing takes forever to draw blood!

somewhere in this 40 minute---yes FORTY MINUTE endeavor, when they were poking around for a vein, I started to feel very woooooooooooosy, and my vision did a little of this


and I thought that I might  but as there was no prince charming to catch me, I decided to tell them to take the needle out of my arm instead. which they promptly did, and then layed me down while I fought nausea.

When I was recovered, the second nurse tried again, trying to pin down my "roll-y veins" and when she finally finally got one, I made her tell me the story of her first kiss, which was actually quite funny.


And they all drove woozily ever homeward,
                                                                      Then End. 

baby, baby, baby.

JUST IN case you're wondering, this is what we do during Christmas break.


That is all.