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.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
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)
*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!
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!
Thursday, December 20, 2012
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
baby, baby, baby.
That is all.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Ways I procrastinate studying for finals......in limerick form
H. Potter just sits on the shelf,
I'm cringing, restraining myself.
and try as I might
I can't go the night
without reading of Dobby the elf.
selections of fruit in a bowl.
distract me from reaching my goal
I eat nine or ten,
neglecting me pen
if I fail, I fail while full.
my nephews cry into the night
and I'm trying my best to sleep tight
But I'm never repelled
when they need to be held.
So I hope what i'm doing is right
watching a movie sounds fun
but i know that i'm under the gun
if it's christmas in theme,
and my head's all a-dream
can it hurt if I put in just one?
my room is quite messy it's true,
but i can't waste my time sorting shoes,
then again, can it hurt,
if I vacuum up dirt ?
it may kick my old studying blues.
too lazy to go for a jog
but my brain is all up in a fog.
I need to waste time
so I'll think of some rhymes
and then post it for views on my blog.
I'm cringing, restraining myself.
and try as I might
I can't go the night
without reading of Dobby the elf.
selections of fruit in a bowl.
distract me from reaching my goal
I eat nine or ten,
neglecting me pen
if I fail, I fail while full.
my nephews cry into the night
and I'm trying my best to sleep tight
But I'm never repelled
when they need to be held.
So I hope what i'm doing is right
watching a movie sounds fun
but i know that i'm under the gun
if it's christmas in theme,
and my head's all a-dream
can it hurt if I put in just one?
my room is quite messy it's true,
but i can't waste my time sorting shoes,
then again, can it hurt,
if I vacuum up dirt ?
it may kick my old studying blues.
too lazy to go for a jog
but my brain is all up in a fog.
I need to waste time
so I'll think of some rhymes
and then post it for views on my blog.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
FINALly.
It's the final countdown for the final finals.
well, not the FINAL final finals, as those will come years in the future, but rather the first final finals. finally.
Sadly, all of my teachers opted to do their jobs this year, and give finals that individually make me queasy, and cumulatively almost paralyze me.
Not only that, but I also have a few major papers due in addition to the finals. that's right. in addition. as in, "not subtraction but --------"
I thought that it would be nice of you to help me study for my tests, as I don't have a study buddy. you will? you're the best! O.k. here we go.
you're supposed to ask me the question, and I'll answer.
not feeling talkative? O.k. well how about this. how about instead we play........(cue the neon lights and obnoxious show host).......are you smarter than a college freshman?!? (applause) Alright round one:
social dance:
The "cuddle" is a move from which dance learned this semester?
1.foxtrot
2. cha cha
3. waltz
4. swing
5. none of the above. it's what you do when it's cold outside.
and the answer is........4!!!! yes, the cuddle is an actual dance move from the popular genre of swing!
Civilization 1 (aka the pen and the sword):
mark the most correct answer
1. women should not be allowed in the military
2. women should be allowed to sign up voluntarily for the draft, and to be on the front lines of war as long as they so desire and pass a skills and fitness test
3. women should be allowed in the military but not in the draft
4. women should make up 50% or more of the army, and fight on the front lines of war
5. women are part magnetic, and attract bullets. therefore they should not be allowed to be in artillery combat
the answer for this one is (yes, there is a right answer)...........2! And i just spent the past two days writing a ten page paper supporting this.....ok, fine I suppose it's an opinion.
Social Sciences
the most common place to randomly meet a lot of people is
1. the library
2. your dorm lobby
3. snooping about the upperclassmen housing
4. the food lines at the Wilk
5. false. because it hurts to walk in high heels.
the answer is..................5!.........O.k. actually it's four, but when I take tests at the testing center, I feel like that happens a lot with the multiple choice questions. they totally talk about something unrelated and then are correct. now days I just bubble in BEAD CAB BAD BED over and over again. surprisingly, I'm not doing too BAD.
o.k. enough trivia for today. so, are YOU smarter than a college freshman?
regardless of how you answered the questions, the answers is probably yes, because I, at least, am running on about 4 hours of sleep, and a lot of aca-dreneline. you know, that adrenaline rush that comes when finals arrive?
well, until next time, my scholarly chums, I'll be here if you need me. just decaying away at the same spot in the library.....
maybe slip me some food once in a while. or at least water my plant.
And also, I got a new phone so if you could text me your number that would be great (I have the same number, just a new phone)
well, not the FINAL final finals, as those will come years in the future, but rather the first final finals. finally.
Sadly, all of my teachers opted to do their jobs this year, and give finals that individually make me queasy, and cumulatively almost paralyze me.
Not only that, but I also have a few major papers due in addition to the finals. that's right. in addition. as in, "not subtraction but --------"
I thought that it would be nice of you to help me study for my tests, as I don't have a study buddy. you will? you're the best! O.k. here we go.
you're supposed to ask me the question, and I'll answer.
not feeling talkative? O.k. well how about this. how about instead we play........(cue the neon lights and obnoxious show host).......are you smarter than a college freshman?!? (applause) Alright round one:
social dance:
The "cuddle" is a move from which dance learned this semester?
1.foxtrot
2. cha cha
3. waltz
4. swing
5. none of the above. it's what you do when it's cold outside.
and the answer is........4!!!! yes, the cuddle is an actual dance move from the popular genre of swing!
Civilization 1 (aka the pen and the sword):
mark the most correct answer
1. women should not be allowed in the military
2. women should be allowed to sign up voluntarily for the draft, and to be on the front lines of war as long as they so desire and pass a skills and fitness test
3. women should be allowed in the military but not in the draft
4. women should make up 50% or more of the army, and fight on the front lines of war
5. women are part magnetic, and attract bullets. therefore they should not be allowed to be in artillery combat
the answer for this one is (yes, there is a right answer)...........2! And i just spent the past two days writing a ten page paper supporting this.....ok, fine I suppose it's an opinion.
Social Sciences
the most common place to randomly meet a lot of people is
1. the library
2. your dorm lobby
3. snooping about the upperclassmen housing
4. the food lines at the Wilk
5. false. because it hurts to walk in high heels.
the answer is..................5!.........O.k. actually it's four, but when I take tests at the testing center, I feel like that happens a lot with the multiple choice questions. they totally talk about something unrelated and then are correct. now days I just bubble in BEAD CAB BAD BED over and over again. surprisingly, I'm not doing too BAD.
o.k. enough trivia for today. so, are YOU smarter than a college freshman?
regardless of how you answered the questions, the answers is probably yes, because I, at least, am running on about 4 hours of sleep, and a lot of aca-dreneline. you know, that adrenaline rush that comes when finals arrive?
well, until next time, my scholarly chums, I'll be here if you need me. just decaying away at the same spot in the library.....
maybe slip me some food once in a while. or at least water my plant.
And also, I got a new phone so if you could text me your number that would be great (I have the same number, just a new phone)
Friday, November 23, 2012
Back in Black
I'm dreaming of a black friday
When I can show off what I bought
where the deals shine
and shoppers whine
'bout parking...way across the lot
I'm dreaming of black Friday
with every credit card I swipe
may your bags be heavy, not light
and may all your purchases fit right.
Tis' the season. And I mean seasoning on apple pie. The holly is hung by the chimney with care, the radio station is playing twelve different renditions of "the twelve days of Christmas," and college students are raiding the D.I. for ugly Christmas sweaters.
Of course, to start the season off right, you must first get through black Friday successfully.
You're probably wondering......actually you're probably not wondering but I'm going to tell you anyway, what I think about black Friday starting on Thursday this year.
Blasphemy.
I'm going to go ahead and pretend like it started today because for me, it did.
Now, my parents did a first-rate job at protecting me from the world of black Friday. I must admit that I didn't know such a thing existed until about 2 years ago. This was probably in an effort to avoid 1:00 A.M. doorbusters with an enthusiastic shopper-daughter. Well played mom and dad.
But I have since realized that the early early morning is not the time to go anyway. Which brings us to our Black Friday tips.
1. Don't go for those "early bird specials." (unless, of course, you want electronics. In that case, you might as well spend thanksgiving camped out, honey.)---Go at a time when most of the crazies have come, raided, and left with a few "disturbing the peace" tickets. This means about 3:00 P.M.
YOU: what??? most of the goods will be gone by then
ME: Stores plan pretty well for Black Friday. I'm talking major stocking up. they have enough clothes to replace them regularly and By 3:00 the crazies have been escorted off the premises, the teenagers who stayed up all night are taking naps, and the 3-year old needs lunch, removing stroller-mom from the scene.
3:00 is prime time, my friends.
2. The mall. The mall is your best friend today, I promise. Too many other people try to go to individual stores. If the store doesn't have what they came for, they feel like they can't leave without buying something because it will feel like they wasted a lot of time to go to that specific store (which it did.) = fewer things for you at said store = mall is best option.
3. Let's try to avoid participating in this
let's try to show a little decorum, people.
4. avoiding the cart people.
you know the ones.
the ones who look like this
with their big pleading eyes. And you start to think that maybe you DO need poor quality, neon green hair extensions.
STOP! do not get sucked in to the 500 lotion/phone case/ decorative candy carts at the mall! you need to walk straight ahead, eyes forward, with a sense of purpose. these mall cart merchants can smell hesitancy.
5. gift cards.
Hit the places where you have gift cards first, because, hey. You have to spend money there anyway, right? It's also an opportune time to break out those gift cards with 60 cents left on them. You just have to ask if you can buy something with the money on the card, and then pay the rest with cash.
Today is the day to do it because there is no way the cashier will ever remember you after seeing an army of well-dressed shoppers coming in all day, and s/he won't have the energy left to give you the stink eye.
6. listen to Christmas music whenever possible. It helps curb the anger toward people who can't decide if they're a size 2,4,6,8,10, or 12, and therefore feel the need to take the whole pile to the dressing room.
Yes, my friends, the unofficial holiday celebrating violence, selfishness, and buying for yourself when you promised to buy for others.
but if you're going to do it, do it right.
When I can show off what I bought
where the deals shine
and shoppers whine
'bout parking...way across the lot
I'm dreaming of black Friday
with every credit card I swipe
may your bags be heavy, not light
and may all your purchases fit right.
Tis' the season. And I mean seasoning on apple pie. The holly is hung by the chimney with care, the radio station is playing twelve different renditions of "the twelve days of Christmas," and college students are raiding the D.I. for ugly Christmas sweaters.
Of course, to start the season off right, you must first get through black Friday successfully.
You're probably wondering......actually you're probably not wondering but I'm going to tell you anyway, what I think about black Friday starting on Thursday this year.
Blasphemy.
I'm going to go ahead and pretend like it started today because for me, it did.
Now, my parents did a first-rate job at protecting me from the world of black Friday. I must admit that I didn't know such a thing existed until about 2 years ago. This was probably in an effort to avoid 1:00 A.M. doorbusters with an enthusiastic shopper-daughter. Well played mom and dad.
But I have since realized that the early early morning is not the time to go anyway. Which brings us to our Black Friday tips.
1. Don't go for those "early bird specials." (unless, of course, you want electronics. In that case, you might as well spend thanksgiving camped out, honey.)---Go at a time when most of the crazies have come, raided, and left with a few "disturbing the peace" tickets. This means about 3:00 P.M.
YOU: what??? most of the goods will be gone by then
ME: Stores plan pretty well for Black Friday. I'm talking major stocking up. they have enough clothes to replace them regularly and By 3:00 the crazies have been escorted off the premises, the teenagers who stayed up all night are taking naps, and the 3-year old needs lunch, removing stroller-mom from the scene.
3:00 is prime time, my friends.
2. The mall. The mall is your best friend today, I promise. Too many other people try to go to individual stores. If the store doesn't have what they came for, they feel like they can't leave without buying something because it will feel like they wasted a lot of time to go to that specific store (which it did.) = fewer things for you at said store = mall is best option.
3. Let's try to avoid participating in this
let's try to show a little decorum, people.
4. avoiding the cart people.
you know the ones.
the ones who look like this
STOP! do not get sucked in to the 500 lotion/phone case/ decorative candy carts at the mall! you need to walk straight ahead, eyes forward, with a sense of purpose. these mall cart merchants can smell hesitancy.
5. gift cards.
Hit the places where you have gift cards first, because, hey. You have to spend money there anyway, right? It's also an opportune time to break out those gift cards with 60 cents left on them. You just have to ask if you can buy something with the money on the card, and then pay the rest with cash.
Today is the day to do it because there is no way the cashier will ever remember you after seeing an army of well-dressed shoppers coming in all day, and s/he won't have the energy left to give you the stink eye.
6. listen to Christmas music whenever possible. It helps curb the anger toward people who can't decide if they're a size 2,4,6,8,10, or 12, and therefore feel the need to take the whole pile to the dressing room.
Yes, my friends, the unofficial holiday celebrating violence, selfishness, and buying for yourself when you promised to buy for others.
but if you're going to do it, do it right.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Hey baby, lets cuddle.
Love is difficult thing.
Poets try to capture it in stanzas, directors in the course of a two hour movie, and writers fill volumes with definitions of love and what it encompasses. I have recently found myself learning the ways of true love, and am about to add my contribution to the artistic society, by trying to capture it in one little blog post. Nay, a single question.
Would you be upset if the one you loved peed on you at 2 in the morning?
If the answer is yes, it's not true love.
also, spit up, dirty diapers, and screaming fall into this category.
Who do I love that frequently spits milk and formula on my cute sweaters? someone very special indeed. two someones in fact.
that's right, my baby nephews John-John and Brig.
wait, wait, wait. I know what you're thinking. That I have finally joined the realms of true blogging, which is to say----> women with too much time on their hands bragging about their families.
EX: Mark just did the cutest thing today. he said "Gala!" It was so cute! usually he just says "ga" and occasionally, its "lala" but he just expanded his vocabulary! I think it means mama, but Jace insists it's dada. We'll see. I'll update you tomorrow on any changes on "gala." It won't be long before it's "laga" or even "mama!"
yeah. don't worry about that. I may be baby-love struck, but I promise that my blog will stay collegically sane. No promises about when I have my own babe, but that won't be for quite a while.
So basically my nephews are my little cuddle bugs, which is rare because....well.......I'd say that I could count the number of boys I've ever cuddled with on one hand, but that would imply that there had been at least one. Not really sure how to feel about that whole situation. Must research farther.
O.k. I'm a little bit tempted to go on for 897520 pages about how cute B and the J-man are, but you can see for yourselves.
Baby
Babies
Babies babies babies babies
los chicos conmigo
Enough said.
On an unrelated topic, I have a new temptation. At the Tanner building cafe, there is a sign above the cash register that says "we accept all forms of payment." I am incredibly tempted to try and barter with something crazy like hair elastics. I find a million hair elastics on the ground at the BYU, and I'm sure that if I started picking them up, I would have more than enough to buy a turkey bacon club with no mayo.
Regardless of the explicit sign however, I'm 80% sure that they would just laugh nervously and clarify that it has to be a type of standardized money. Of course, I would just return with spanish pesos. If they specified American money then I would have to resort to using 930 pennies and so on. I guess weeks and weeks of tests/papers/quizzes has turned me into a little bit of a rebel.
But hey, I like to live on the wild side, baby.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Why didn't the chicken cross the road?
come here.
a little closer.
a liiiiiiiiiiiiiittle closer.
good.
I am about to tell you the secret that all college bachelors secretly wonder about. how to slyly cuddle with a girl.
Rewind to Saturday afternoon. Day date.
Things you will need in order to slyly cuddle with a girl.
1. one Subaru
2. Four people besides you and your date
3. a date
4. optional: two chickens.
Plan of attack: carpool in the Subaru with the aforementioned friends. this will make a total of 6 people. Note: if you want to be the cuddler, do not drive, otherwise you and your date will occupy the front two seats. Next move: get in as the last couple, thus ensuring that the seat is helplessly squished, and that you need to put your arm around your date to "make more room." or "be more comfortable" or something to that effect. Note: The chickens are important in this plan, because with them occupying the rear of the car, there is no talk of "well someone can sit in the back to make more room...." Finally: drive for a loooooooong time up a beautiful autumn canyon, ensuring significant cuddalige.
yes. this is a true story. Yes. there were chickens. two live chickens and two dead ones (rotisserie style)
inevitable question: Why were there two live chickens on this date?
Because we wanted to make the chickens cross the road of course!
we named them HENrietta and Alexis (not really sure where Alexis came from), and they were quite the life of the picnic. Once we got up to the scenic bench/outlook area, we took the chickens out of their box, and my date, who apparently knows how to tie a noose knot (he assures me that it was for boys scouts) knotted a makeshift leash around their feet.
The rest of the date was really fun, but unfortunately, and for future reference, Chickens will NOT cross the road. even if it's completely void of cars. They don't really like to be leashed-about, and will therefore likely poop on you if you try to lead them (luckily that wasn't my date.) Also, chickens will not hesitate to be cannibals if you accidentally drop some rotisserie style meat on the ground.
All in all, it was a very fun/unique date. My first official date with an RM,and I didn't even hyperventilate.
toward the end of the date, all of the guys were trying to figure out what to do with Henrietta and Alexis. There was talk of a mysterious farmer uncle, a animal activist mother, and the good ole' wild. Luckily the girls were dropped off before the final plans were made, I was going to follow up and ask what happened to our dear hen-ish friends, but I was too chicken.
a little closer.
a liiiiiiiiiiiiiittle closer.
good.
I am about to tell you the secret that all college bachelors secretly wonder about. how to slyly cuddle with a girl.
Rewind to Saturday afternoon. Day date.
Things you will need in order to slyly cuddle with a girl.
1. one Subaru
2. Four people besides you and your date
3. a date
4. optional: two chickens.
Plan of attack: carpool in the Subaru with the aforementioned friends. this will make a total of 6 people. Note: if you want to be the cuddler, do not drive, otherwise you and your date will occupy the front two seats. Next move: get in as the last couple, thus ensuring that the seat is helplessly squished, and that you need to put your arm around your date to "make more room." or "be more comfortable" or something to that effect. Note: The chickens are important in this plan, because with them occupying the rear of the car, there is no talk of "well someone can sit in the back to make more room...." Finally: drive for a loooooooong time up a beautiful autumn canyon, ensuring significant cuddalige.
yes. this is a true story. Yes. there were chickens. two live chickens and two dead ones (rotisserie style)
inevitable question: Why were there two live chickens on this date?
Because we wanted to make the chickens cross the road of course!
we named them HENrietta and Alexis (not really sure where Alexis came from), and they were quite the life of the picnic. Once we got up to the scenic bench/outlook area, we took the chickens out of their box, and my date, who apparently knows how to tie a noose knot (he assures me that it was for boys scouts) knotted a makeshift leash around their feet.
The rest of the date was really fun, but unfortunately, and for future reference, Chickens will NOT cross the road. even if it's completely void of cars. They don't really like to be leashed-about, and will therefore likely poop on you if you try to lead them (luckily that wasn't my date.) Also, chickens will not hesitate to be cannibals if you accidentally drop some rotisserie style meat on the ground.
All in all, it was a very fun/unique date. My first official date with an RM,and I didn't even hyperventilate.
toward the end of the date, all of the guys were trying to figure out what to do with Henrietta and Alexis. There was talk of a mysterious farmer uncle, a animal activist mother, and the good ole' wild. Luckily the girls were dropped off before the final plans were made, I was going to follow up and ask what happened to our dear hen-ish friends, but I was too chicken.
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