Man, I hate hooks. I'm fighting to keep my wrist straight and because I'm concentrating so hard on that, I can never get any power behind the punch. Screw it, I'll just throw an elbow or a knee if someone gets this close.
"The look of concentration you have makes you look mildy constipated. I'm just saying," said Kari, who was not only my current bag partner but also my roommate.
"Shut up Kari, or I'll tell Mike that you sing to yourself when you're on the toilet." Oh yeah, she's also dating my brother.
I practiced a few hooks in slow motion, trying to make it feel more natural. When I was feeling confident I tried throwing one at full speed and felt my wrist pop when I hit the bag.
"Sonovabitch!" I glared daggers at the stupid punching bag while massaging my sore wrist. It didn't feel like anything was broken at least.
"It would feel more natural if you kept your striking arm closer to your body and rotated from your hips rather than just your shoulders," came a voice from behind me. Even if I hadn't been familiar with that voice, Kari's smirk would've tipped me off. Ballsack.
"Hey Will," Kari said, "How's Econ treating you?"
"Meh, Professor Anderson is Satan, but I'll be able to pull a C at least. How about you?"
I continued doing hooks while Kari exchanged pleasantries with Will, AKA Current Bane of My Existence. Sure, he had the whole "Sexy Australian" thing going for him, but he also had this way of annoying the hell out of me with less that ten words. One time he did it in four. Did he realize that he did this? I don't really know. And was I going to blame him anyway? You betcha.
My revenge on the punching bag was interrupted when Will said, "Leanna, are you trying to hurt yourself? Here, let me show you." I clenched my fists and stepped back while he executed a textbook perfect hook. Watching did help me realize what I was doing wrong, but I'd be damned if I told him that. When he was done, he asked me to try a few, which I did half-heartedly.
"Looking better already. See ya later Kari." He winked and left.
When he was gone I snorted in disgust then turned and threw a solid hook at the bag. It felt awesome.
"Man, if I wasn't head over heels in love with Mike I would totally hit that," said Kari. She wasn't talking about the punching bag. "What the crap is your problem?!"
"I'm sorry, but I'm just not into patronizing, infuriating, cocky douche bags who think they're god's gift to women. I don't understand how you can stand sitting next to him for more than five minutes, this seriously baffles me. Sure, he has that hot accent and he smells amazing but...what?" I cut off my tirade at the sight of Kari's smirking face.
"You think I smell awesome? I want to say that's adorable, but it's mostly weird."
Note to self: Kill Kari. I'm sure Mike would understand.
I just stood there, frozen and staring at the punching bag. In my periphery, I saw Will bend down and grab the water bottle he'd forgotten.
"I saw that hook by the way, it looked good and solid. You're welcome." I could just hear the smugness dripping from his words, and I felt heat rise to my face. I glanced over to see if he was leaving yet. Nope. He was just standing there expectantly. As I watched, he leaned against the wall, folded his arms across his chest and raised his eyebrows as if to say, "I'm waiting".
"Thanks for the help," I said with clipped words, imagining his perfect teeth just falling out of his mouth made the words a little easier to say. I then turned to grab my stuff so that I could go and mourn the departure of my dignity in the comfort of my own room.
"If you're really grateful, you'll have dinner with me this Friday," he said. I turned and raised an eyebrow at him. Seriously?
"I work Fridays," I said, then started walking out of the room into the main gym. Kari was taking her own sweet time grabbing her gear. Will walked next to me, he really did smell amazing. I'm pretty sure I smelled like cheetos and....death.
"How about tonight then?" he asked. I opened my mouth to make up an excuse, but Kari beat me to the punch.
"That's perfect! Lea, you just told me that you don't have any homework tonight and wanted to go out for Italian. Now I don't have to!" I'm fairly positive I resembled a fish with my mouth hanging open and gaping at the traitor who Kari had become.
Will's face lit up and he said, "Excellent! How does an hour sound? Good? Ok, I'll pick you up at seven then!" and with his usual wink, he left.
I waited until I saw him drive away before turning to Kari and saying, "Just so you know, you're dead to me. Also, I'm calling dibs on the last of your peanut butter as payment for this betrayal."
"Oh you totally want him. And if you take the rest of my peanut butter I'll have no choice but to finish off your brownie ice cream."
"You suck."
"I love you too Lea."
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
This idea
So I've been toying with the idea of changing my major to creative writing, but I don't want a repeat of my last major. (You don't know what happened with my last major? EPIC FAIL! On my part, not yours for not knowing)
Well I had this idea as I was driving home from Logan last night, but I'm not sure how successful it will be because I only have like three people who follow my blog. That's ok though! Because I have a backup plan if this one flops. Look at me, making plans and such like a real adult, whoop whoop!
Here's the idea: In the comments section, post a request for a short story you would like me to write (kind of like Shannon's bedtime story). You can be as specific or vague as you like, but if you could write something more than "I would like a story", that would be great! I'll then write you a story and post it on my blog in a timely manner for your enjoyment.
The logic behind this idea? If I want to be a writer, I'll be having to deal with deadlines, writer's block, critics, etc. And I figure this will kind of give me a small taste as to whether or not I'm cut out for it. At this point, I do love writing, but that's easy to say when you're just writing for yourself and for fun. If I throw some pressure into the equation and I can still say I love it, well hello English Major.
Well I had this idea as I was driving home from Logan last night, but I'm not sure how successful it will be because I only have like three people who follow my blog. That's ok though! Because I have a backup plan if this one flops. Look at me, making plans and such like a real adult, whoop whoop!
Here's the idea: In the comments section, post a request for a short story you would like me to write (kind of like Shannon's bedtime story). You can be as specific or vague as you like, but if you could write something more than "I would like a story", that would be great! I'll then write you a story and post it on my blog in a timely manner for your enjoyment.
The logic behind this idea? If I want to be a writer, I'll be having to deal with deadlines, writer's block, critics, etc. And I figure this will kind of give me a small taste as to whether or not I'm cut out for it. At this point, I do love writing, but that's easy to say when you're just writing for yourself and for fun. If I throw some pressure into the equation and I can still say I love it, well hello English Major.
Everything To Lose
Somewhere there's a girl in an empty room
With lots on her mind, no one telling her what to do.
Who knew, that this world could be so cold?
Time flew, when the hell'd we get so old?
Decision time, wish it were easier to choose,
But I'm on my own. Here we go, everything to lose.
I've heard people say that we learn best from our mistakes.
But how many times, before this mind or this body breaks?
I've got my flaws, but don't you judge cause you do too.
And don't patronize, because I'm strong and I'll get through.
Decision time, wish it were easier to choose,
But I'm on my own. Here we go, everything to lose.
Here we go, everthing to lose.
With lots on her mind, no one telling her what to do.
Who knew, that this world could be so cold?
Time flew, when the hell'd we get so old?
Decision time, wish it were easier to choose,
But I'm on my own. Here we go, everything to lose.
I've heard people say that we learn best from our mistakes.
But how many times, before this mind or this body breaks?
I've got my flaws, but don't you judge cause you do too.
And don't patronize, because I'm strong and I'll get through.
Decision time, wish it were easier to choose,
But I'm on my own. Here we go, everything to lose.
Here we go, everthing to lose.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Shannon's bedtime story
So on the way to Vegas, Shannon asked me to tell her a bedtime story. This post is dedicated to her, and to Maggers for wanting the bad guys name to be Shere Khan. It went something like this.
Part 1: Shannon Gets Kidnapped By Nefarious Characters
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Shannon. She was walking to school one day when this suspicious looking SUV started keeping pace with her. She thought it was weird, but didn't really think anything of it because Shannon was kind of a naive individual.
As she continued on her merry way to school she decided to cut through this narrow alley. When she got about halfway through, a shadow fell across her path. It was the shadow of a ginormous semi-drunk Kenyan! (I know that in the original story it was a giant Polynesian, but this weekend gave me a newfound respect/fear of drunken Kenyans. Especially when they're in large groups.) She turned around to run away but found her path blocked by another bad guy! The first guy snuck up behind her and knocked her out with some sophisticated knock out gas that bad guys always seem to have on them.
When Shannon came to, she found herself tied and gagged in the middle of an empty arena. As she began to struggle against her bonds a voice floated down from the stands.
"Ah, I see you've finally decided to wake up. Welcome Shannon, my name is Shere Khan."
The voice was familiar to her, but she was too busy struggling to try and place it.
"Resistance is useless, so stop struggling and pay attention. You are here, because I believe you to be capaple of epically awesome things. This is a test. If you pass the test you will be ridiculously rich and have all the sexy rugby men you could ever want."
Now as tempting as this offer was, Shannon had morals.
"Mmmmf mmf momph mmmmf!" She yelled defiantly into the gag.
"What was that? Remove her gag!"
A door opened to Shannon's right and two uberly muscular polynesians stepped out. They untied her and stepped back out.
"I said that you smell of football pads and crybabies! I'll never take your offer!" Shannon yelled again.
"That's quite alright my dear, we have other uses for you then." The voice sounded smug and Shannon began to get nervous when she heard the slow clack clack clack of a gate being raised.
thump...
thump...
Two giant paws covered in decaying flesh emerged from the darkness followed by shoulders that were at least four feet off of the ground. Then came the head. IT WAS A ZOMBIE BEAR! Kept on a strict steroids infused diet since its undeath. Yes, steroids work on zombies.
The voice penetrated Shannon's fear fueled stupor. "You fight the bear. You win, we'll give you a head start before recapturing you and feeding you to the sharks. You lose, well, you probably already know the answer to that one. Here's your weapon."
At that, a small knife came flying into the sand pit of the arena, landing at Shannon's feet. The blade was about four inches long and didn't look like it would be that much help. "Balls," Shannon muttered before crouching into a fighting stance.
At some unspoken signal, the bear completely lost it. It went berserk and charged at Shannon! She dove out of the way just in time, rolled and resumed her stance. The bear charged again. This time Shannon dodged to the side and swung up onto it's back and stabbed it's eye.
Nothing happened.
She stabbed it again!
Nothing happened.
The bad guys had altered the bears physiology so that it's brain was five inches back into the head and had reinforced its cranial bones with steel plating. Basically the only way to kill it was to either blow it up completely, shoot it in the face, or stab it with a blade longer than five inches. Bastards.
At this point, Shannon was just holding on for dear life, still occasionally stabbing but for the most part just clinging desperately to the zombie bear's back.
Just when she thought all hope was lost, Shannon saw a flash of black pass her right side and the zombie bear roared in pain and fury. A second black flash passed on the left and Shannon heard someone yell, "Jump!"
Shannon released the bear and rolled clear. She looked up in time to see one of the ninjas stab the bear through its ruined eye and kill it. When the bear keeled over the voice from stands started clapping and a man appeared in the dim light. Shannon could see a tattoo of a tiger that curled around his neck.
"Well done, you little annoyances you. Good thing that's not my only zombie bear, otherwise I might be a little upset. But I find that I'm growing tired of this game. Guards!"
Two doors smashed open and the Kenyan and Polynesian guards rushed in to dispatch of the ninjas and Shannon, but when the doors had opened the two ninjas had leapt into action. One of them grabbed Shannon and the other cleared their path with their katana. As they made their getaway, Shannon passed out from blood loss from her wild zombie bear ride. The last thing she remembered was Shere Khan shouting after them.
"Don't worry Shannon, my dear! We'll meet again soon, I promise!"
Part 2: Shannon, Mo, And Ninja Guy Break Into A Few "Secure" Compounds, Start A Few Fires, And Break A Few Kneecaps
"Mo! I'm absolutely positive that punching a sleeping person in the face would be more detrimental than beneficial! So go away!"
Shannon sat up and looked around, trying to remember where she was. In the doorway she saw a girl dressed as a ninja, minus the mask, arguing with a guy in full ninja getup.
"She's not asleep you sycophantic moron," the girl ninja stated and pushed her way past the guy in the doorway. "Hey Shannon. I'm Mo. I'm kind of awesome and you're going to help us kill Shere Khan and bring down his empire of fun-sucking zombie filled evilness. Capiche?"
"I'm game."
"Excellent! Let's get you some gear!"
By the time Mo, Ninja Guy, and Shannon were ready to go, Shannon was equipped with kukris, nunchucks, and those cool boots that when you stomp the heel a knife pops out of the toe. They then flew their steath plane to Shere Khan's headquarters and broke in, avoiding all detection because they're freaking ninjas and don't get detected.
They busted into Shere Khan's office and tackled him to the floor. Once they had him all tied up and secure, Ninja Guy went out into the hall to keep watch. He also wasn't very good at the whole interrogation thing and Mo had a knack for it.
After the initial beating and threats Shere Khan started laughing hysterically.
"You think that killing me will bring down the corporation. You're wrong! There's someone up higher than me on the food chain and he isn't caught to easily," he said between gasps.
After a few more minutes of violence that has been edited for the more delicate souls reading this, (it involves peeling his tattoo off with Shannon's kukris. There was lots of screaming.) they came to an agreement. In return for a headstart, Shere Khan would tell them the location of the head bad guys hideout. They got their information and let him go. About twenty seconds after he'd left the room the alarm sounded that there were intruders in the compound, but our heroes were already gone and Shere Khan was too busy getting his headstart to give his boss a heads up that they were on their way.
They took the stealth plane to the main bad guys hideout and once again, slipped in without detection. Ninja guy left to go and set fire to the west wing of the compound as a distraction and Shannon and Mo headed to the east wing to find the bad guy.
The explosion resulted in utter chaos, which the girls used to their advantage to move quickly to their destination. When they got to the bad guys office it was empty.
"Ballsack!" exclaimed Shannon. "Where are we supposed to find him if he isn't here?"
"Just wait a minute rookie," Mo said calmly. Thirty seconds later the door burst open and shut as a man came rushing in. He didn't see the two figures in black, one standing in the corner the other sitting on the desk chair.
"Going somewhere?" asked Mo. He froze at the door and turned around slowly. The light from the fire Ninja Guy had started filled the room and illuminated the man's face. Shannon gasped.
"Andy Anderson! Now it makes total sense! I always knew you were evil!" Mo accused, standing up from the chair in a swift motion.
"Actually it's Olaf. (We all know that the bad guy had to be Russian right? Or German I guess...) Come on, you really think someone would name their kid Andy Anderson? That's just cruel!" he laughed.
"Well laugh at this!" Mo drew her katana in one swift motion and with a flick of her wrist, the blade started flaming.
Andy Anderson did laugh, and drew his own blade, which he also started on fire.
The two fighters leapt at each other, swords ablaze. Sparks flew and Shannon started sweating from all the fire in the room, it didn't help that the compound fire was spreading closer and closer. Ninja Guy slipped in through the window to watch with Shannon.
"Who's winning?" he asked.
"Meh, it's 50/50. Mo's good, but Andy Anderson has the power of evil on his side."
"Fair enough."
With a triumphant yell, Andy Anderson disarmed Mo and ran her through the chest. Both Shannon and Ninja Guy drew their weapons to avenge their fallen comrade. What nobody knew is that Mo was wearing her flame retardant katana proof vest. Sneaky sneaky!
She grabbed Andy Anderson's blade, yelled something totally obscene and stabbed him in the belly, his own weight as he fell down doing most of the impaling work for her.
With Olaf the Russian AKA Andy Anderson dead, they set about blowing the rest of the compound up so that the evil experiments that had resulted in the zombie bear couldn't go on. When they had that taken care of they went back to their super secret ninja hideout to wait for the next bad guy to show his face so they could stab it. And that's the story of how Shannon was recruited by a group of crime fighting ninjas.
The End
Oh yeah, Shere Khan's voice was familiar to Shannon because he used to be her nanny. She was a little punk all the time, which is why he wanted her to get eaten by a zombie bear.
Part 1: Shannon Gets Kidnapped By Nefarious Characters
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Shannon. She was walking to school one day when this suspicious looking SUV started keeping pace with her. She thought it was weird, but didn't really think anything of it because Shannon was kind of a naive individual.
As she continued on her merry way to school she decided to cut through this narrow alley. When she got about halfway through, a shadow fell across her path. It was the shadow of a ginormous semi-drunk Kenyan! (I know that in the original story it was a giant Polynesian, but this weekend gave me a newfound respect/fear of drunken Kenyans. Especially when they're in large groups.) She turned around to run away but found her path blocked by another bad guy! The first guy snuck up behind her and knocked her out with some sophisticated knock out gas that bad guys always seem to have on them.
When Shannon came to, she found herself tied and gagged in the middle of an empty arena. As she began to struggle against her bonds a voice floated down from the stands.
"Ah, I see you've finally decided to wake up. Welcome Shannon, my name is Shere Khan."
The voice was familiar to her, but she was too busy struggling to try and place it.
"Resistance is useless, so stop struggling and pay attention. You are here, because I believe you to be capaple of epically awesome things. This is a test. If you pass the test you will be ridiculously rich and have all the sexy rugby men you could ever want."
Now as tempting as this offer was, Shannon had morals.
"Mmmmf mmf momph mmmmf!" She yelled defiantly into the gag.
"What was that? Remove her gag!"
A door opened to Shannon's right and two uberly muscular polynesians stepped out. They untied her and stepped back out.
"I said that you smell of football pads and crybabies! I'll never take your offer!" Shannon yelled again.
"That's quite alright my dear, we have other uses for you then." The voice sounded smug and Shannon began to get nervous when she heard the slow clack clack clack of a gate being raised.
thump...
thump...
Two giant paws covered in decaying flesh emerged from the darkness followed by shoulders that were at least four feet off of the ground. Then came the head. IT WAS A ZOMBIE BEAR! Kept on a strict steroids infused diet since its undeath. Yes, steroids work on zombies.
The voice penetrated Shannon's fear fueled stupor. "You fight the bear. You win, we'll give you a head start before recapturing you and feeding you to the sharks. You lose, well, you probably already know the answer to that one. Here's your weapon."
At that, a small knife came flying into the sand pit of the arena, landing at Shannon's feet. The blade was about four inches long and didn't look like it would be that much help. "Balls," Shannon muttered before crouching into a fighting stance.
At some unspoken signal, the bear completely lost it. It went berserk and charged at Shannon! She dove out of the way just in time, rolled and resumed her stance. The bear charged again. This time Shannon dodged to the side and swung up onto it's back and stabbed it's eye.
Nothing happened.
She stabbed it again!
Nothing happened.
The bad guys had altered the bears physiology so that it's brain was five inches back into the head and had reinforced its cranial bones with steel plating. Basically the only way to kill it was to either blow it up completely, shoot it in the face, or stab it with a blade longer than five inches. Bastards.
At this point, Shannon was just holding on for dear life, still occasionally stabbing but for the most part just clinging desperately to the zombie bear's back.
Just when she thought all hope was lost, Shannon saw a flash of black pass her right side and the zombie bear roared in pain and fury. A second black flash passed on the left and Shannon heard someone yell, "Jump!"
Shannon released the bear and rolled clear. She looked up in time to see one of the ninjas stab the bear through its ruined eye and kill it. When the bear keeled over the voice from stands started clapping and a man appeared in the dim light. Shannon could see a tattoo of a tiger that curled around his neck.
"Well done, you little annoyances you. Good thing that's not my only zombie bear, otherwise I might be a little upset. But I find that I'm growing tired of this game. Guards!"
Two doors smashed open and the Kenyan and Polynesian guards rushed in to dispatch of the ninjas and Shannon, but when the doors had opened the two ninjas had leapt into action. One of them grabbed Shannon and the other cleared their path with their katana. As they made their getaway, Shannon passed out from blood loss from her wild zombie bear ride. The last thing she remembered was Shere Khan shouting after them.
"Don't worry Shannon, my dear! We'll meet again soon, I promise!"
Part 2: Shannon, Mo, And Ninja Guy Break Into A Few "Secure" Compounds, Start A Few Fires, And Break A Few Kneecaps
"Mo! I'm absolutely positive that punching a sleeping person in the face would be more detrimental than beneficial! So go away!"
Shannon sat up and looked around, trying to remember where she was. In the doorway she saw a girl dressed as a ninja, minus the mask, arguing with a guy in full ninja getup.
"She's not asleep you sycophantic moron," the girl ninja stated and pushed her way past the guy in the doorway. "Hey Shannon. I'm Mo. I'm kind of awesome and you're going to help us kill Shere Khan and bring down his empire of fun-sucking zombie filled evilness. Capiche?"
"I'm game."
"Excellent! Let's get you some gear!"
By the time Mo, Ninja Guy, and Shannon were ready to go, Shannon was equipped with kukris, nunchucks, and those cool boots that when you stomp the heel a knife pops out of the toe. They then flew their steath plane to Shere Khan's headquarters and broke in, avoiding all detection because they're freaking ninjas and don't get detected.
They busted into Shere Khan's office and tackled him to the floor. Once they had him all tied up and secure, Ninja Guy went out into the hall to keep watch. He also wasn't very good at the whole interrogation thing and Mo had a knack for it.
After the initial beating and threats Shere Khan started laughing hysterically.
"You think that killing me will bring down the corporation. You're wrong! There's someone up higher than me on the food chain and he isn't caught to easily," he said between gasps.
After a few more minutes of violence that has been edited for the more delicate souls reading this, (it involves peeling his tattoo off with Shannon's kukris. There was lots of screaming.) they came to an agreement. In return for a headstart, Shere Khan would tell them the location of the head bad guys hideout. They got their information and let him go. About twenty seconds after he'd left the room the alarm sounded that there were intruders in the compound, but our heroes were already gone and Shere Khan was too busy getting his headstart to give his boss a heads up that they were on their way.
They took the stealth plane to the main bad guys hideout and once again, slipped in without detection. Ninja guy left to go and set fire to the west wing of the compound as a distraction and Shannon and Mo headed to the east wing to find the bad guy.
The explosion resulted in utter chaos, which the girls used to their advantage to move quickly to their destination. When they got to the bad guys office it was empty.
"Ballsack!" exclaimed Shannon. "Where are we supposed to find him if he isn't here?"
"Just wait a minute rookie," Mo said calmly. Thirty seconds later the door burst open and shut as a man came rushing in. He didn't see the two figures in black, one standing in the corner the other sitting on the desk chair.
"Going somewhere?" asked Mo. He froze at the door and turned around slowly. The light from the fire Ninja Guy had started filled the room and illuminated the man's face. Shannon gasped.
"Andy Anderson! Now it makes total sense! I always knew you were evil!" Mo accused, standing up from the chair in a swift motion.
"Actually it's Olaf. (We all know that the bad guy had to be Russian right? Or German I guess...) Come on, you really think someone would name their kid Andy Anderson? That's just cruel!" he laughed.
"Well laugh at this!" Mo drew her katana in one swift motion and with a flick of her wrist, the blade started flaming.
Andy Anderson did laugh, and drew his own blade, which he also started on fire.
The two fighters leapt at each other, swords ablaze. Sparks flew and Shannon started sweating from all the fire in the room, it didn't help that the compound fire was spreading closer and closer. Ninja Guy slipped in through the window to watch with Shannon.
"Who's winning?" he asked.
"Meh, it's 50/50. Mo's good, but Andy Anderson has the power of evil on his side."
"Fair enough."
With a triumphant yell, Andy Anderson disarmed Mo and ran her through the chest. Both Shannon and Ninja Guy drew their weapons to avenge their fallen comrade. What nobody knew is that Mo was wearing her flame retardant katana proof vest. Sneaky sneaky!
She grabbed Andy Anderson's blade, yelled something totally obscene and stabbed him in the belly, his own weight as he fell down doing most of the impaling work for her.
With Olaf the Russian AKA Andy Anderson dead, they set about blowing the rest of the compound up so that the evil experiments that had resulted in the zombie bear couldn't go on. When they had that taken care of they went back to their super secret ninja hideout to wait for the next bad guy to show his face so they could stab it. And that's the story of how Shannon was recruited by a group of crime fighting ninjas.
The End
Oh yeah, Shere Khan's voice was familiar to Shannon because he used to be her nanny. She was a little punk all the time, which is why he wanted her to get eaten by a zombie bear.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thoughts on clams, road construction, the usefulness of batteries, and how I have a magic radio
So I've been having these thoughts bouncing around in my head all day (although some of them happened on the drive home) and I need to write them down before I stop being loopy and forget them.
Clams: Why the crap are they so happy? Drugs perhaps? I think that's the only way, because what to they really have to be happy about? Someone should tell them but I can't be the one because A) the only clams I have access to would probably be the ones at Sizzler or something and they already know life sucks and B) I'd hate to be the one to burst their bubble of happiness.
Road Construction: Effing potholes on the stupid freeway! Did I already tell you guys how I got a flat tire on my way to work last week because I hit a pothole? And it was balls cold outside and no, I didn't have my coat because I'm an idiot sometimes. But an optimistic idiot! Driving home today I was driving half in the slow lane and half in the not-so-slow lane before my exit because the slow lane is actually a pothole ridden DEATH TRAP! Also, people who drive 50 mph in the fast lane suck.
Batteries: Useful for powering things and that's it right? WRONG! You can throw them at people to see if they're dead.
Magic Radio: Driving home, trying to aviod the slow lane, had just called my *bleh* boyfriend (maybe I'll explain someday) to say we could now play. He didn't answer. So I'm driving and come to the conclusion that if I find the song that is my ringtone on the radio, it will make my phone ring and it will be him. After ten minutes of fruitlessly searching through radio stations I found the song, and not two seconds later MY PHONE STARTED RINGING! And it was him! Like I said. My radio is magic and I'll try to use it's powers for limites evil and mostly good.
That is all. I'm going to go and try to have an adventure.
Clams: Why the crap are they so happy? Drugs perhaps? I think that's the only way, because what to they really have to be happy about? Someone should tell them but I can't be the one because A) the only clams I have access to would probably be the ones at Sizzler or something and they already know life sucks and B) I'd hate to be the one to burst their bubble of happiness.
Road Construction: Effing potholes on the stupid freeway! Did I already tell you guys how I got a flat tire on my way to work last week because I hit a pothole? And it was balls cold outside and no, I didn't have my coat because I'm an idiot sometimes. But an optimistic idiot! Driving home today I was driving half in the slow lane and half in the not-so-slow lane before my exit because the slow lane is actually a pothole ridden DEATH TRAP! Also, people who drive 50 mph in the fast lane suck.
Batteries: Useful for powering things and that's it right? WRONG! You can throw them at people to see if they're dead.
Magic Radio: Driving home, trying to aviod the slow lane, had just called my *bleh* boyfriend (maybe I'll explain someday) to say we could now play. He didn't answer. So I'm driving and come to the conclusion that if I find the song that is my ringtone on the radio, it will make my phone ring and it will be him. After ten minutes of fruitlessly searching through radio stations I found the song, and not two seconds later MY PHONE STARTED RINGING! And it was him! Like I said. My radio is magic and I'll try to use it's powers for limites evil and mostly good.
That is all. I'm going to go and try to have an adventure.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Paint Euphoria
First off. I started writing the title and when I finished the word it when all crazy and changed into a language that I had no idea what it was! Did you know there's a setting that lets you write in Malayalam? I'm totally serious that's what it was set as. But I fixed it so no worries!
Ok, so I've moved back in with my parents for a number of reasons, but reason numero uno is...it's cheap. Megan and I moved all last weekend and it was a pain (as all college students know because we move a lot! Or at least I did...was that abnormal?) But we finally got all our junk over here and guess what! I get an actual room! All to myself! So of course I'm going to paint it.
I've had this idea for a while that I've wanted to do but haven't been able to, so I was pretty excited about finally being able to do it. Let me see if I can describe it first before you look at the pictures. I wanted to do a sunset along one wall with the silhouette of a city. I decided to do Rome because A.) I've always wanted to go there and B.) It's a bitchin skyline.
I'm now going to walk you through the process.
This is what my room looked like to start out with:
Ok, so I've moved back in with my parents for a number of reasons, but reason numero uno is...it's cheap. Megan and I moved all last weekend and it was a pain (as all college students know because we move a lot! Or at least I did...was that abnormal?) But we finally got all our junk over here and guess what! I get an actual room! All to myself! So of course I'm going to paint it.
I've had this idea for a while that I've wanted to do but haven't been able to, so I was pretty excited about finally being able to do it. Let me see if I can describe it first before you look at the pictures. I wanted to do a sunset along one wall with the silhouette of a city. I decided to do Rome because A.) I've always wanted to go there and B.) It's a bitchin skyline.
I'm now going to walk you through the process.
This is what my room looked like to start out with:
Not bad, just a nice relaxing light green. After painting it looked like this:
Looks a bit like an explosion right? Ok I'm going to interrupt myself with a story.
When I was painting my room I had to shut the door so I could get the wall on the other side of it. I then forgot to open the door again. Three hours later I'd painted this awesomeness and I was very very loopy. I was loopy the next day too when I was at my friend Scott's homecoming. This woman stood up after Scott to speak and started off by saying that her name was Susan Kay Somethingorother but went by Kay and this here was her husband Gary. At that point I leaned over to Naya and whispered "He goes by Gary" I seriously thought that was so hilarious that when I was telling it to some friends after sacrament I was doubled over, reduced to tears. If that isn't paint euphoria I don't know what is. Around Sunday night I was over my fit of giggles.
Moving on! I had Megan sketch me the skyline of Rome on some poster board which I cut out then taped to the wall:
In an effort to not get high off of the paint fumes again (there's only so much the brain can take in a 72 hour period right? For example, in that last sentence alone I had to retype five words two or three times because I kept on misspelling them.) I tied a scarf around my face. I don't think it was very successful.
But here is the finished product!
Pretty sweet huh? Now I just need to organize my room and unpack! Woot! But for now I'm going to bed because I feel a little light headed...
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Twenty Ten
So I'm sitting here listening to hate music and compiling my mix for snowboarding (when I eventually get to snowboarding this winter I want to be prepared with the appropriate soundtrack) and thinking about how much has happened this last year. It's crazy to think how much can change in that amount of time. I'm just going to share with you some of the things I mean.
January - Giulia left the ranks of the YUC club, the second of the four girls my age to get married. Unfortunately, I was unable to attend her wedding because I had some problems with some of my offshore banking accounts...uhhh...I mean I was on a cruise with my family to the Cayman Islands. (That trip was the first time I'd been on a plane, but I can't really count it as happening in the last year because we left on like the 27th of December) I moved into the Green house with Kylee and JB two of my best friends who I really miss living with somedays because we were the chillest roommates ever.
January - Giulia left the ranks of the YUC club, the second of the four girls my age to get married. Unfortunately, I was unable to attend her wedding because I had some problems with some of my offshore banking accounts...uhhh...I mean I was on a cruise with my family to the Cayman Islands. (That trip was the first time I'd been on a plane, but I can't really count it as happening in the last year because we left on like the 27th of December) I moved into the Green house with Kylee and JB two of my best friends who I really miss living with somedays because we were the chillest roommates ever.
February - I think it was sometime in February that I became friends with Guido (Yes, I call him Guido. No, that's not his real name.) He'll be mentioned again later. Rugby 7's was this month! Oh man that trip was epic! Buff men covered in dirt and grass stains...Rawr.
April - Finals! I'm fairly positive I failed all of my classes...except nutrition. I think I got a D in that one. This was when I got a job with Pinnacle Security as a field office manager and would be moving out to Buffalo, New York for the summer. Guido is the one who told me about this job and he's going out to New York as well. This is also the month that we had our epic ninja battle in Adam's Park! Poor Shannon, her teammates just stood back and watched as we subjected her to the beating of her life. Grizzly tryouts were this month as well and I got my first set of stitches ever!
May - I moved to New York. There were moments of complete happiness, but it was mostly just a black hole of depression.
June - The office I was working in wasn't making sales so I went home. I was also miserable so I came home. I started going to the singles ward in American Fork, the first singles ward that I've actually enjoyed going to. Jess left for Iraq at the end of this month.
July - Mexico trip and I drove down with Megan, Naya and Sabey. Despite the fact that it was freezing the entire time and we ended up leaving early so we could get back to Utah and the sun, it was pretty fun. The funnest part was stopping in Vegas on the way home and going to the Stratosphere. Yes, it took us like two hours to get up to the ride and when we were RIGHT THERE it broke down. But we had our embarrassing dance party on the way down that still makes me giggle when I think about it and then there was the Filipino lady who wasn't going to refund Naya so Megan was preparing to start smacking her down (no worries, Naya got the full refund and no Filipinos were hurt). I moved to Pleasant Grove with Megan to help her out with Sabey while Jess is in Iraq. The Young Family reunion was up at Bear Lake this year and Erin and I slept in an 8-man tent by ourselves. This is where the "Sometimes We Wear Pants Club" and the "Sometimes We Don't Wear Pants Club" were born.
August - Finally I found a job! It's working with Provo City as a referee for youth soccer. I LOVED this job!
September - My soccer job ends, and I get another job at the Covey Center for the Arts in Provo as a stage hand. I didn't know anything about lighting/sound/other stage things so I was learning new stuff everyday. I love it. This is also when I came to the decision to serve a mission. Tucker left for his mission and I am terrible at writing him.
October - I finally stop crying over Guido. Sure, I still felt lonely 75% of the time and missed him like crazy, but I was starting to be genuinely happy again instead of just having to fake it.
November - Finally am able to start my mission papers and finish them in one sitting. I just need to go to a doctor to sign a note. I worked a ridiculous amount of time this month, one week I clocked in 50 hours. The next week I worked like 60.
December -21st Birthday. Some friends came down and took me on a zombie hunt, after which they gave me my present. Pretty much I have the coolest friends in the world! Erin got engaged, leaving me to sleep in the 8-man tent at the family reunions by myself. Maybe I can convince Naya and some of the other younger Young cousins to join me?
March - I continued to be sick of school and sucking at it. But on the plus side I did lots of random things and had lots of fun with my awesome friends. Remember trying to light our popsicle stick boats on fire and failing miserably? Or did we do that in April...Kaylyn left for her mission, and I'm so freakin proud of her for going!
April - Finals! I'm fairly positive I failed all of my classes...except nutrition. I think I got a D in that one. This was when I got a job with Pinnacle Security as a field office manager and would be moving out to Buffalo, New York for the summer. Guido is the one who told me about this job and he's going out to New York as well. This is also the month that we had our epic ninja battle in Adam's Park! Poor Shannon, her teammates just stood back and watched as we subjected her to the beating of her life. Grizzly tryouts were this month as well and I got my first set of stitches ever!
May - I moved to New York. There were moments of complete happiness, but it was mostly just a black hole of depression.
June - The office I was working in wasn't making sales so I went home. I was also miserable so I came home. I started going to the singles ward in American Fork, the first singles ward that I've actually enjoyed going to. Jess left for Iraq at the end of this month.
July - Mexico trip and I drove down with Megan, Naya and Sabey. Despite the fact that it was freezing the entire time and we ended up leaving early so we could get back to Utah and the sun, it was pretty fun. The funnest part was stopping in Vegas on the way home and going to the Stratosphere. Yes, it took us like two hours to get up to the ride and when we were RIGHT THERE it broke down. But we had our embarrassing dance party on the way down that still makes me giggle when I think about it and then there was the Filipino lady who wasn't going to refund Naya so Megan was preparing to start smacking her down (no worries, Naya got the full refund and no Filipinos were hurt). I moved to Pleasant Grove with Megan to help her out with Sabey while Jess is in Iraq. The Young Family reunion was up at Bear Lake this year and Erin and I slept in an 8-man tent by ourselves. This is where the "Sometimes We Wear Pants Club" and the "Sometimes We Don't Wear Pants Club" were born.
August - Finally I found a job! It's working with Provo City as a referee for youth soccer. I LOVED this job!
September - My soccer job ends, and I get another job at the Covey Center for the Arts in Provo as a stage hand. I didn't know anything about lighting/sound/other stage things so I was learning new stuff everyday. I love it. This is also when I came to the decision to serve a mission. Tucker left for his mission and I am terrible at writing him.
October - I finally stop crying over Guido. Sure, I still felt lonely 75% of the time and missed him like crazy, but I was starting to be genuinely happy again instead of just having to fake it.November - Finally am able to start my mission papers and finish them in one sitting. I just need to go to a doctor to sign a note. I worked a ridiculous amount of time this month, one week I clocked in 50 hours. The next week I worked like 60.
December -21st Birthday. Some friends came down and took me on a zombie hunt, after which they gave me my present. Pretty much I have the coolest friends in the world! Erin got engaged, leaving me to sleep in the 8-man tent at the family reunions by myself. Maybe I can convince Naya and some of the other younger Young cousins to join me?
This is mostly just me writing everything that is coming to my mind, so I don't know if it even makes any sense or if you can see how much I've changed in the last year. I feel like I've grown up so much and my priorities now are so incredibly different than they were just a year ago. My future isn't any clearer though. If anything, it's even hazier, which is fine. It's ok that I don't have everything in life figured out, I'm still young, and things are going to get harder before they get easy. But that's life and growing up isn't it? Just as long as I make sure that certain things are always constant then I really have nothing to worry or complain about. This was kind of a sadish post I feel, it actually was a really good year for me, filled with great friends and great family.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
What's Lost
So I've been feeling a little....blah...lately. Like I'm missing something in life. It went away when I started working a lot, but then it came back. It went away when I started my mission papers, but then it came back. It goes away when I am hanging out with friends, but then is comes back. It always comes back, and I couldn't figure out what it was that was making me feel so...blah...
Well I was on Facebook today when I read something that made me realize what it is! The following quote is said in reference to defending yourself from someone who has a knife.
"Look, you are going to get cut. Who cares? Beat the $*@& out of them and pick the knife up off the ground for the disarm; and bleed all over them in the process. Remember, they don't expect you to punch them in the face. When you are attacking someone with a knife and you suddenly get punched in the face, that ruins your day." -Joseph Gleed
I miss Krav Maga! I miss learning new ways to beat the crap out of people who are just asking for it! But I mostly miss being with people who are just as violent as I am and have a similar morbid sense of humor. I need a violence outlet, because without it I've become dead inside. All this pent up anger is killing all of my other emotions and then petering out until there's nothing left. This is a problem that is in need of remedy. And soon.
Well I was on Facebook today when I read something that made me realize what it is! The following quote is said in reference to defending yourself from someone who has a knife.
"Look, you are going to get cut. Who cares? Beat the $*@& out of them and pick the knife up off the ground for the disarm; and bleed all over them in the process. Remember, they don't expect you to punch them in the face. When you are attacking someone with a knife and you suddenly get punched in the face, that ruins your day." -Joseph Gleed
I miss Krav Maga! I miss learning new ways to beat the crap out of people who are just asking for it! But I mostly miss being with people who are just as violent as I am and have a similar morbid sense of humor. I need a violence outlet, because without it I've become dead inside. All this pent up anger is killing all of my other emotions and then petering out until there's nothing left. This is a problem that is in need of remedy. And soon.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
At Your Expense
I try and go play soccer on Thursdays with some people I've recently met. It's kind of a hit or miss because I work so much, but last Thursday I was able to make it. You know those days where it seems that everything is a joke at your expense? Well....
There I was! Pulling into the parking lot of the BYU men's rugby pitch (this is where we usually play because one of the guys has access to turn the lights on or something like that) ready to play some soccer. I had brought my good friend Erika to play with us. Well it looked like a men's rugby match had just finished because there were a plethora of men in short shorts and no shirts walking to their cars. Is it not natural that I would admire this feast for the eyes that had been laid before me? So I was drooling over and objectifying these ruggers while pulling into my parking space when OUT OF NOWHERE jumps this fence! Luckily, I have mad ninja skills and didn't hit it too hard. Really, you'd think by now that fences had learned not to jump out in front of moving vehicles...
Needless to say (but I'm going to say it anyway) the people who saw me/heard me run into this fence had themselves a good laugh. Including my good friend Erika. I sat there in my car, holding my head in shame and didn't even want to get out to check on my car until everyone had left. After about two minutes of shameful head hanging and embarrassed blushing (that's right, blushing!) I heard a knock on the driver side window. It was one of the rugby players. I was sure he was here to mock me to my face and I was fully prepared to disembowel him. No, I didn't have a knife on me. I was going to use my bare hands of course! Amateurs. I rolled down my window, not letting any sign of this poor unfortunate's doom show on my face.
"You guys ok?" He asked. Uhhhhhh....ok I guess I don't have to disembowel him. We assured him we were fine, made some polite chit chat and he left. Who knew there were rugby players out there who aren't obnoxious schmucks all the time?
The night continued as a big joke at my expense. Whenever I touched the soccer ball it had some sort of negative magnetism to the goal, pwned by one of my own teammates and was thrown into a dumpster (but it's ok, it was just full of sand).
So yeah, every time I turned around I was getting laughed at or picked on for something or other. It could have been embarrassing and miserable, but it was too funny for me not to laugh at myself. Even ninjas have their off days I guess.
There I was! Pulling into the parking lot of the BYU men's rugby pitch (this is where we usually play because one of the guys has access to turn the lights on or something like that) ready to play some soccer. I had brought my good friend Erika to play with us. Well it looked like a men's rugby match had just finished because there were a plethora of men in short shorts and no shirts walking to their cars. Is it not natural that I would admire this feast for the eyes that had been laid before me? So I was drooling over and objectifying these ruggers while pulling into my parking space when OUT OF NOWHERE jumps this fence! Luckily, I have mad ninja skills and didn't hit it too hard. Really, you'd think by now that fences had learned not to jump out in front of moving vehicles...
Needless to say (but I'm going to say it anyway) the people who saw me/heard me run into this fence had themselves a good laugh. Including my good friend Erika. I sat there in my car, holding my head in shame and didn't even want to get out to check on my car until everyone had left. After about two minutes of shameful head hanging and embarrassed blushing (that's right, blushing!) I heard a knock on the driver side window. It was one of the rugby players. I was sure he was here to mock me to my face and I was fully prepared to disembowel him. No, I didn't have a knife on me. I was going to use my bare hands of course! Amateurs. I rolled down my window, not letting any sign of this poor unfortunate's doom show on my face.
"You guys ok?" He asked. Uhhhhhh....ok I guess I don't have to disembowel him. We assured him we were fine, made some polite chit chat and he left. Who knew there were rugby players out there who aren't obnoxious schmucks all the time?
The night continued as a big joke at my expense. Whenever I touched the soccer ball it had some sort of negative magnetism to the goal, pwned by one of my own teammates and was thrown into a dumpster (but it's ok, it was just full of sand).
So yeah, every time I turned around I was getting laughed at or picked on for something or other. It could have been embarrassing and miserable, but it was too funny for me not to laugh at myself. Even ninjas have their off days I guess.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Mo the Hermit
It's a Friday night and I'm home alone. What do I do? Why I call up all my homies and say, "What's crackin' yo? We should go catch a flick or cause mischief or something..."
That was a lie. I go get some movies, a pizza, and some Mt Dew and settle in for a night of solitary splurging. Half a pizza later I'm thinking that was not such a good idea, because that hot 'n' ready pizza did not agree with me.
I'm ok with being by myself, I really am. Sure, you feel a little ridiculous for laughing so hysterically at a movie when you're by yourself, but nobody is there to mock you. And I usually laugh harder because I think that me laughing this hard by myself is kind of funny, don't you?
I think that having time by yourself is healthy. This last year I was constantly around people, which came back and kicked me in the pants this summer. Don't get me wrong, I love my friends and I wouldn't trade any of our crazy random adventures for anything. I miss them like crazy. But I can't help but think that if I'd taken some time to be by myself I wouldn't have been so miserable in New York, or in Lehi.
Moral of the story? Be alone sometimes! No, you don't necessarily have to eat lousy pizza in order to do it. I would recommend a hike or some equally healthy option, anything to get some of that alone time to figure out who you are. Heaven AND Hell both know I've had plenty of time this summer to do that, and I didn't necessarily like who I saw.
I've learned a lot about myself recently and I like to think that I've been able to use that knowledge to be a better, more confident person. My faith is stronger, I'm making new friends down here and I have two jobs, one of which I actually enjoy!
I had no intention of going to spiritual side of things here, but here goes. I do have a testimony of Christ's love for us, I've felt that love more in these past few months than I have in my entire life. Even in your darkest hours, you're never alone and he's just waiting for us to reach out for him. He loves us more than we'll ever know or even be able to comprehend and I don't acknowledge him nearly as often as I should. He's got my back and I know he's got yours as well. Talk to him, I know he listens.
That was a lie. I go get some movies, a pizza, and some Mt Dew and settle in for a night of solitary splurging. Half a pizza later I'm thinking that was not such a good idea, because that hot 'n' ready pizza did not agree with me.
I'm ok with being by myself, I really am. Sure, you feel a little ridiculous for laughing so hysterically at a movie when you're by yourself, but nobody is there to mock you. And I usually laugh harder because I think that me laughing this hard by myself is kind of funny, don't you?
I think that having time by yourself is healthy. This last year I was constantly around people, which came back and kicked me in the pants this summer. Don't get me wrong, I love my friends and I wouldn't trade any of our crazy random adventures for anything. I miss them like crazy. But I can't help but think that if I'd taken some time to be by myself I wouldn't have been so miserable in New York, or in Lehi.
Moral of the story? Be alone sometimes! No, you don't necessarily have to eat lousy pizza in order to do it. I would recommend a hike or some equally healthy option, anything to get some of that alone time to figure out who you are. Heaven AND Hell both know I've had plenty of time this summer to do that, and I didn't necessarily like who I saw.
I've learned a lot about myself recently and I like to think that I've been able to use that knowledge to be a better, more confident person. My faith is stronger, I'm making new friends down here and I have two jobs, one of which I actually enjoy!
I had no intention of going to spiritual side of things here, but here goes. I do have a testimony of Christ's love for us, I've felt that love more in these past few months than I have in my entire life. Even in your darkest hours, you're never alone and he's just waiting for us to reach out for him. He loves us more than we'll ever know or even be able to comprehend and I don't acknowledge him nearly as often as I should. He's got my back and I know he's got yours as well. Talk to him, I know he listens.
Monday, July 19, 2010
The Fun Way to Run
So I've been in Mexico for a few days with some of my family. Megan and I went running on the beach yesterday. I know, I know. Running sucks right? Right! But that's only because you've been doing it wrong! Don't worry, I was making the same mistake you were and now I'm here to tell you how to fix it.
So there I was! Running down the beach with Megan. We'd run to the pier and had just finished stretching and were heading back. Just running la la la when KNIFE ATTACK! Well ok, it was just headlock attack but it caught Megan off guard and she had to think about the defense for a second. She got out of it and we continued our run. A few more feet along and KNIFE ATTACK! Megan knife attacked me, I defended and countered by kneeing her in the face a few times. We continued to do this the whole way back and when we were done I wasn't really all that tired! I had too much adrenaline in my system. So there you go. If you find you have to do the chore that running is, find a buddy and randomly attack each other.
So there I was! Running down the beach with Megan. We'd run to the pier and had just finished stretching and were heading back. Just running la la la when KNIFE ATTACK! Well ok, it was just headlock attack but it caught Megan off guard and she had to think about the defense for a second. She got out of it and we continued our run. A few more feet along and KNIFE ATTACK! Megan knife attacked me, I defended and countered by kneeing her in the face a few times. We continued to do this the whole way back and when we were done I wasn't really all that tired! I had too much adrenaline in my system. So there you go. If you find you have to do the chore that running is, find a buddy and randomly attack each other.
Monday, June 28, 2010
A Little At A Time
So I was going through my posts and looking at all of the drafts I'd started and deciding if I wanted to finish them or not. This one was too funny not to finish. It happened back at the end of June.
So it was Tucker's birthday and to celebrate my parents took us all and some of Tucker's friends to Jump On It, this building that just has a ton of trampolines lines up together and they just cover the floor and some of the walls.
So we were all there just jumping around like a bunch of maniacs, doing all sorts of stunts. Well you know how sometimes when you jump on the tramp you pee a little? And you know how when you get jeans a little wet it looks a lot worse than it actually is? Well I was wearing jeans. I as I was jumping, a little pee would come out. So basically by the end of the night it looked like I'd lost all bladder control. I'm pretty sure everyone noticed, but only a few commented on it. My sister Megan, who bluntly informed me that there is medication for bladder control nowadays. Naya, who I told it was just sweat...and she believed me. Sweet sweet Naya. And my mom, who I tried the sweat thing with and she just laughed at me.
Wow, I'm kind of mortified that I just told that story. But like I said, it's too funny not to share.
So it was Tucker's birthday and to celebrate my parents took us all and some of Tucker's friends to Jump On It, this building that just has a ton of trampolines lines up together and they just cover the floor and some of the walls.
So we were all there just jumping around like a bunch of maniacs, doing all sorts of stunts. Well you know how sometimes when you jump on the tramp you pee a little? And you know how when you get jeans a little wet it looks a lot worse than it actually is? Well I was wearing jeans. I as I was jumping, a little pee would come out. So basically by the end of the night it looked like I'd lost all bladder control. I'm pretty sure everyone noticed, but only a few commented on it. My sister Megan, who bluntly informed me that there is medication for bladder control nowadays. Naya, who I told it was just sweat...and she believed me. Sweet sweet Naya. And my mom, who I tried the sweat thing with and she just laughed at me.
Wow, I'm kind of mortified that I just told that story. But like I said, it's too funny not to share.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Summer Nights
Twilight. The crickets are chirping, there are a few bird calls. There's a slight breeze blowing to cool the remaining heat from the day. A peaceful night in Logan, UT.
"Mo's stealing second! Get her get her!"
"Mo you dirty whore! Come here!"
"Aaa! No! NO!"
A figure is laying in the ground, curled up around two sandals, while another figure repeatedly throws a small white ball at the one on the ground.
This is what I call baseball! Well actually we were using a t-ball set and were kind of making up rules as we went along. And we weren't really on teams either. So it's not what you'd call baseball really, but it was fun!
That's what I love about summer, doing random things with your friends. That's what I love about any season of the year really, but during the summer it's warmer thus more fun.
This week my friend Rowbs and I went up to Logan to visit and we did all sorts of activities. Soccer, Cliff Jumping, jumping into first dam at like midnight and then breaking into a random pool to get warm again, getting kicked out of said pool by an ornery old lady, driving to bear lake, soccer, t-ball. Oh yeah, we also did henna tattoos and wrote a pretty epic story for our teammate who is at basic training right now.
My point is, I guess, that we need to take advantage of these things while we're still young. I understand that we have responsibilities such as work and class and whatnot, but you aren't going to remember in thirty years what you learned in class that day. You're going to remember being curled up on the ground with your makeshift second base firmly grasped in your hands while your friend shannon tries beating you to death with a styrofoam ball. Ahh the memories.
"Mo's stealing second! Get her get her!"
"Mo you dirty whore! Come here!"
"Aaa! No! NO!"
A figure is laying in the ground, curled up around two sandals, while another figure repeatedly throws a small white ball at the one on the ground.
This is what I call baseball! Well actually we were using a t-ball set and were kind of making up rules as we went along. And we weren't really on teams either. So it's not what you'd call baseball really, but it was fun!
That's what I love about summer, doing random things with your friends. That's what I love about any season of the year really, but during the summer it's warmer thus more fun.
This week my friend Rowbs and I went up to Logan to visit and we did all sorts of activities. Soccer, Cliff Jumping, jumping into first dam at like midnight and then breaking into a random pool to get warm again, getting kicked out of said pool by an ornery old lady, driving to bear lake, soccer, t-ball. Oh yeah, we also did henna tattoos and wrote a pretty epic story for our teammate who is at basic training right now.
My point is, I guess, that we need to take advantage of these things while we're still young. I understand that we have responsibilities such as work and class and whatnot, but you aren't going to remember in thirty years what you learned in class that day. You're going to remember being curled up on the ground with your makeshift second base firmly grasped in your hands while your friend shannon tries beating you to death with a styrofoam ball. Ahh the memories.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Psychic
I'm psychic. Or my sister Megan is. Let me explain.
Earlier this week I was sitting on my couch finishing up "Fever Dream" by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. As I lay there reading, I stopped and was thinking about how I was going to go home in two weeks and how excited I was when my phone started ringing. It was Megan! My sister and friend.
Now, I had not told any of my family yet that I was coming home. I was going to wait until the time was closer. This is important. NOBODY IN MY FAMILY KNEW!
This is how our conversation went. Well, I may be paraphrasing a little bit...
Tab: Hey Meg, what's up?
Megan: Hey Tab. I've been thinking and was wondering of you were still considering coming home? Because I have to get away from Mom's candy jar.
Tab: My flight comes in on the seventh.
Megand:...are you joking?
Tab: Nope.
Megan: I'm freakin' psychic!
That's one example. Another occured today.
So there I was! Laying out and reading by the pool! I'd just finished my book and didn't quite feel like starting my next one yet so I just laid there thinking about how I needed to find a way to get in shape. Martial artists are in killer shape, not to mention I need to hone my ninja skills. So I decided that when I got home I needed to look up some sort of class that I could take and wondered if Megan would want to take one with me. My phone rings.
Tab: Hey Meg
Meg: Hey Tab! Have you ever heard of the martial arts something something? (I can't remember what she said ok!?)
Tab: Sure haven't.
Meg: Well I just signed up and I think you should do it with me I-
Tab: Megan get out of my head.
I then told her what I'd been thinking about, not five minutes before.
Meg: Are you serious?! Get out of my head!
She then proceeded to tell me about this class and how she'd talked to the instructor and how it's kind of a violent discipline and the instructor told her she was a natural. He was surprised. I wasn't, we Morin children are a bloodthirsty batch.
So anyways, that's my story. Megan and I are connected on a psychic level, which is terrifying. Who knows what we're capable of! Kicking butt? Of course. World domination? Undoubtedly. World beware! You've been warned.
Earlier this week I was sitting on my couch finishing up "Fever Dream" by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. As I lay there reading, I stopped and was thinking about how I was going to go home in two weeks and how excited I was when my phone started ringing. It was Megan! My sister and friend.
Now, I had not told any of my family yet that I was coming home. I was going to wait until the time was closer. This is important. NOBODY IN MY FAMILY KNEW!
This is how our conversation went. Well, I may be paraphrasing a little bit...
Tab: Hey Meg, what's up?
Megan: Hey Tab. I've been thinking and was wondering of you were still considering coming home? Because I have to get away from Mom's candy jar.
Tab: My flight comes in on the seventh.
Megand:...are you joking?
Tab: Nope.
Megan: I'm freakin' psychic!
That's one example. Another occured today.
So there I was! Laying out and reading by the pool! I'd just finished my book and didn't quite feel like starting my next one yet so I just laid there thinking about how I needed to find a way to get in shape. Martial artists are in killer shape, not to mention I need to hone my ninja skills. So I decided that when I got home I needed to look up some sort of class that I could take and wondered if Megan would want to take one with me. My phone rings.
Tab: Hey Meg
Meg: Hey Tab! Have you ever heard of the martial arts something something? (I can't remember what she said ok!?)
Tab: Sure haven't.
Meg: Well I just signed up and I think you should do it with me I-
Tab: Megan get out of my head.
I then told her what I'd been thinking about, not five minutes before.
Meg: Are you serious?! Get out of my head!
She then proceeded to tell me about this class and how she'd talked to the instructor and how it's kind of a violent discipline and the instructor told her she was a natural. He was surprised. I wasn't, we Morin children are a bloodthirsty batch.
So anyways, that's my story. Megan and I are connected on a psychic level, which is terrifying. Who knows what we're capable of! Kicking butt? Of course. World domination? Undoubtedly. World beware! You've been warned.
Friday, May 14, 2010
I Run To You
The reasoning behind the title? It's the song I'm listening to right now. Love this song.
So I've been in New York for a week now and the main thing on my mind is that I have another four months before I can move home. Don't get me wrong! I've always wanted to travel and I still do. I even want to live outside of Utah at some point, but it's always been part of the plan to go back. So what? Utah is home to me. No matter how much I complain about how people in Utah are crazy and the weather never really knows what it's doing I love it. All of my family is there, along with my friends (except for the few who are on missions, along with Mexican, Hannah, and soon Maggers). My brother is leaving on his mission soon and I'm missing out on the opportunity to play with him before he leaves. My brother-in-law is getting deployed and I'm going to miss that farewell too. I'm missing out on so much that I was planning on doing this summer and for what? Money? That's hardly a good excuse, especially for me. When have I ever cared about money when I can be doing something crazy instead? Don't get me wrong, I get that you have to work sometimes. I do. But all the money in the world isn't worth some of the times I've had doing something crazy and free with my best friends.
That's another thing. I went from spending virtually every minute of every day with these people and now I'm basically by myself. Boo.
Ok, now that I'm done complaining I'll point out a few of the positive things about being here.
There's a dollar store like ten minutes walk away that has EVERYTHING! Seriously, I love this store. I got my pans, plates, O.J., dish soap, sponge, light bulbs, and a few other things from here. It's amazing.
Ben's beanies! There's this guy here, his name is Ben. He's a pretty big guy, into UFC, working out, playing halo and....knitting hats. And he's pretty freakin' hilarious. I told him to teach me how to make hats and we'll see if it happens.
My apartment is haunted. I know, I know that really shouldn't be counted in the positive column but it is. It's haunted because my fridge clicks randomly, my cupboards don't stay shut, and when you get out of the shower the mirror says "GET OUT". It's pretty awesome. I've named my ghost (along with some help from Ben) Bruce. He's an Asian midget who speaks with an English accent. Whenever I get home I say "Allo Bruce" in an Australian accent in homage to everyone's favorite shark.
Being here has made me realize how much I love my friends. For that fact alone this has been worth it. You appreciate those people so much more when you don't have anyone to share your random jokes with. I was able to bring a little bit of music here with me and pretty much all of it reminds me of something we've done, even if it's just a song that was played repeatedly at our dance parties. You know who you are! I love you guys, try not to make too many inside jokes without me.
So I've been in New York for a week now and the main thing on my mind is that I have another four months before I can move home. Don't get me wrong! I've always wanted to travel and I still do. I even want to live outside of Utah at some point, but it's always been part of the plan to go back. So what? Utah is home to me. No matter how much I complain about how people in Utah are crazy and the weather never really knows what it's doing I love it. All of my family is there, along with my friends (except for the few who are on missions, along with Mexican, Hannah, and soon Maggers). My brother is leaving on his mission soon and I'm missing out on the opportunity to play with him before he leaves. My brother-in-law is getting deployed and I'm going to miss that farewell too. I'm missing out on so much that I was planning on doing this summer and for what? Money? That's hardly a good excuse, especially for me. When have I ever cared about money when I can be doing something crazy instead? Don't get me wrong, I get that you have to work sometimes. I do. But all the money in the world isn't worth some of the times I've had doing something crazy and free with my best friends.
That's another thing. I went from spending virtually every minute of every day with these people and now I'm basically by myself. Boo.
Ok, now that I'm done complaining I'll point out a few of the positive things about being here.
There's a dollar store like ten minutes walk away that has EVERYTHING! Seriously, I love this store. I got my pans, plates, O.J., dish soap, sponge, light bulbs, and a few other things from here. It's amazing.
Ben's beanies! There's this guy here, his name is Ben. He's a pretty big guy, into UFC, working out, playing halo and....knitting hats. And he's pretty freakin' hilarious. I told him to teach me how to make hats and we'll see if it happens.
My apartment is haunted. I know, I know that really shouldn't be counted in the positive column but it is. It's haunted because my fridge clicks randomly, my cupboards don't stay shut, and when you get out of the shower the mirror says "GET OUT". It's pretty awesome. I've named my ghost (along with some help from Ben) Bruce. He's an Asian midget who speaks with an English accent. Whenever I get home I say "Allo Bruce" in an Australian accent in homage to everyone's favorite shark.
Being here has made me realize how much I love my friends. For that fact alone this has been worth it. You appreciate those people so much more when you don't have anyone to share your random jokes with. I was able to bring a little bit of music here with me and pretty much all of it reminds me of something we've done, even if it's just a song that was played repeatedly at our dance parties. You know who you are! I love you guys, try not to make too many inside jokes without me.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Reluctant Rugger
This last weekend I went up to Portland, Oregon to tryout for the U23 Northwest Pacific Grizzlies rugby team. I went to a camp earlier this year with my team and a bunch of other teams all over utah from which the girls were selected to go to the tryouts. Myself and four other girls from USU made up five of the seven girls from utah to go. Utah State hey Aggies all the way!
We left Thursday night (I considered not going at all because I really just wasn't feeling rugby right then. After Shannon threatened to come and tie me up and just throw me in the van I agreed.) after the girl from Weber (Wytnee) and UVU (Lisa) got up to Logan and it took us ten hours to drive up there more or less. We got about twenty minutes out of Portland and had to stop and sleep at a truck stop because we were all too tired to drive.
When we finally got to Portland we checked into our hotel and fell asleep for a few more hours. When we all woke up we decided to drive into portland and do some sight seeing.
It took Richie a few tries to parallel park but she got it down! I was so proud of her! Once that was taken care of, we headed to Powell's City of Books. Once I had gotten over that fact that no, I hadn't died and gone to heaven, I had to make a true effort to not drool so much as to ruin any of the books. I ended up buying five. That was me being frugal too! Luckily, I talked Shannon into buying a few books that I wanted. Such as a book dedicated to listing weapons that can be used during a zombie apocolypse once all the ammo is gone. Yeah.
After the city of books we went and wandered around Portland (the people there are freaking crazy by the way). We found this amazing Presbyterian church and went and walked around inside. After that we went to Voodoo Doughnuts. The bakers there are geniuses! We ordered the Voodoo Dozen and after five minutes with us this is what the box looked like.
After Voodoo Doughnuts we went back to the hotel and read/watched tv.
On Saturday we had the tryouts and I woke up still not really feeling rugby at all, but got dressed and went. Once we got there and started moving around I got more excited and was really warming up to it! Well we started running this drill where the offense was running some plays with a little defense. The defense was not tackling, only wrapping. Well I was on defense and went to wrap the girl with the ball, but my momentum was a little too much for just a wrap, so I went flying and the girl's foot came up and caught me right below my eyebrow. Needless to say, I saw stars and so I knelt there on the ground for a second.
"Are you ok?" Someone asked.
"I'll be fine, just give me a second." I replied.
At that point, one of the coaches came over. I don't know which one because I had my eyes shut.
"Whoa...that's going to need stitches."
With a little help, I hobbled off the field was put into a truck and driven to the ER by Gerard. He took this picture for me when we got there.
Four and a half hours, three ice packs, four episodes of Spongebob, and a glob of superglue later I was no longer oozing blood from my eyebrow and was on my way back to the pitch.
The next day i couldn't even open my eye so I couldn't try out. I ended up just reading one of the books that I'd bought on Friday. I watched them scrimmage at the end of the day and then we left.
When we were driving home I told Shannon that I blamed her. She just laughed.
My favorite reactions to my eye:
Tony: You realize you aren't supposed to put your face where the ball is right?
Me: Ah! You see, I always get really confused by that.
Tony: Were they really concerned or did they just laugh at you?
Me: They were mostly concerned I think...
Tony:...I would've laughed.
Me: I know.
Seargant Roberts: Are you ok!?
Me: Yeah, I'm fine! It doesn't even hurt so...
SGT Roberts: I'll kill him.
Me: Ummm...it was a girl actually....
SGT Roberts: Well I'll kill her too.
We left Thursday night (I considered not going at all because I really just wasn't feeling rugby right then. After Shannon threatened to come and tie me up and just throw me in the van I agreed.) after the girl from Weber (Wytnee) and UVU (Lisa) got up to Logan and it took us ten hours to drive up there more or less. We got about twenty minutes out of Portland and had to stop and sleep at a truck stop because we were all too tired to drive.
When we finally got to Portland we checked into our hotel and fell asleep for a few more hours. When we all woke up we decided to drive into portland and do some sight seeing.
It took Richie a few tries to parallel park but she got it down! I was so proud of her! Once that was taken care of, we headed to Powell's City of Books. Once I had gotten over that fact that no, I hadn't died and gone to heaven, I had to make a true effort to not drool so much as to ruin any of the books. I ended up buying five. That was me being frugal too! Luckily, I talked Shannon into buying a few books that I wanted. Such as a book dedicated to listing weapons that can be used during a zombie apocolypse once all the ammo is gone. Yeah.
After the city of books we went and wandered around Portland (the people there are freaking crazy by the way). We found this amazing Presbyterian church and went and walked around inside. After that we went to Voodoo Doughnuts. The bakers there are geniuses! We ordered the Voodoo Dozen and after five minutes with us this is what the box looked like.
After Voodoo Doughnuts we went back to the hotel and read/watched tv.
On Saturday we had the tryouts and I woke up still not really feeling rugby at all, but got dressed and went. Once we got there and started moving around I got more excited and was really warming up to it! Well we started running this drill where the offense was running some plays with a little defense. The defense was not tackling, only wrapping. Well I was on defense and went to wrap the girl with the ball, but my momentum was a little too much for just a wrap, so I went flying and the girl's foot came up and caught me right below my eyebrow. Needless to say, I saw stars and so I knelt there on the ground for a second.
"Are you ok?" Someone asked.
"I'll be fine, just give me a second." I replied.
At that point, one of the coaches came over. I don't know which one because I had my eyes shut.
"Whoa...that's going to need stitches."
With a little help, I hobbled off the field was put into a truck and driven to the ER by Gerard. He took this picture for me when we got there.
Four and a half hours, three ice packs, four episodes of Spongebob, and a glob of superglue later I was no longer oozing blood from my eyebrow and was on my way back to the pitch.
The next day i couldn't even open my eye so I couldn't try out. I ended up just reading one of the books that I'd bought on Friday. I watched them scrimmage at the end of the day and then we left.
When we were driving home I told Shannon that I blamed her. She just laughed.
My favorite reactions to my eye:
Tony: You realize you aren't supposed to put your face where the ball is right?
Me: Ah! You see, I always get really confused by that.
Tony: Were they really concerned or did they just laugh at you?
Me: They were mostly concerned I think...
Tony:...I would've laughed.
Me: I know.
Seargant Roberts: Are you ok!?
Me: Yeah, I'm fine! It doesn't even hurt so...
SGT Roberts: I'll kill him.
Me: Ummm...it was a girl actually....
SGT Roberts: Well I'll kill her too.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
There Were No Survivors
My face mask was making it a little hard to breathe, but as everyone knows, a ninja isn't anything without her mask. Common knowledge. I was plastered against the wall of the Elementary School, slowly sliding along it and convinced that somebody was going to see four people dressed all in black being suspicious and call the cops on us. It was almost midnight after all, a time of night when most respectable people are in bed. We weren't seen.
Scanning the park for any movement, we could see a couple of people on the swings but we couldn't tell if they're friend, foe, or ignorant civilian. As we creeped closer, my communication device went off. It was one of the pseudoninjas calling to see if we were prepared for battle yet. Fool! I'm always ready for battle! But I just told her that we weren't there yet and we would meet them at the park, giving them plenty of time to set up if they were smart enough to take advantage of it. They weren't. The couple was still on the playgroud, swinging away.
My team set up, Kylee disappears up into a tree, JB and Richie fade into the darkness and even I don't know where they went. I went and set up in the nearest attack point that I can get to without being seen. When I was ready I let the enemy know "We're here".
They came slowly, but not carefully. Only one of them was armed so I released my sword from my back sheath and zeroed in on Shannon. The one in front, the one with the weapon, the only one I was truly concerned about. I would've be concerned about Maggars, she does have fists of fury, but it takes her awhile to get angry enough to use them.
Shannon is about fifteen feet in front of her group now and she passes my hiding spot, all alone. Since she didn't see me I sat there for a moment, waiting until she was to the point where she couldn't see me when i ran at her. Her team saw me, but they were too startled to say anything. I think it was at this point that the ignorant couple left. Probably to call the cops and tell them there was some sort of ninja gang battle going on.
Once I engaged I started to lure Shannon back to the tree I knew Kylee was in, it took a while but I got her there. Only Kylee wasn't in the tree anymore, she was on the ground. Shannon saw her and Kylee had no choice but to tackle her and try to take the sword away. It was Kylee's sword after all. Shannon's team stood back and did nothing.
At that point, JB came rushing out of the darkness wielding her staff of destruction. A weapon forged with the blood of nations and the tears of the fallen. Her fury was too much and after a few minutes of beating Shannon's inutile teammates, the staff was shredded. JB continued on though, her fury impressive and their devastation sure.
Shannon put up quite the fight. It took both Kylee and me to get to sword from her. At one point even JB was helping. Good thing her team didn't come to save her because then I don't think we would've ever taken it back. Once we did, Shannon lay there. Broken.
Once Shannon was gone, there was no hope for Maggars, Mexican, Noelle and Chad. There was a fruitless attempt to fend us off with pinecones but it was of no avail.
There were no survivors.
Scanning the park for any movement, we could see a couple of people on the swings but we couldn't tell if they're friend, foe, or ignorant civilian. As we creeped closer, my communication device went off. It was one of the pseudoninjas calling to see if we were prepared for battle yet. Fool! I'm always ready for battle! But I just told her that we weren't there yet and we would meet them at the park, giving them plenty of time to set up if they were smart enough to take advantage of it. They weren't. The couple was still on the playgroud, swinging away.
My team set up, Kylee disappears up into a tree, JB and Richie fade into the darkness and even I don't know where they went. I went and set up in the nearest attack point that I can get to without being seen. When I was ready I let the enemy know "We're here".
They came slowly, but not carefully. Only one of them was armed so I released my sword from my back sheath and zeroed in on Shannon. The one in front, the one with the weapon, the only one I was truly concerned about. I would've be concerned about Maggars, she does have fists of fury, but it takes her awhile to get angry enough to use them.
Shannon is about fifteen feet in front of her group now and she passes my hiding spot, all alone. Since she didn't see me I sat there for a moment, waiting until she was to the point where she couldn't see me when i ran at her. Her team saw me, but they were too startled to say anything. I think it was at this point that the ignorant couple left. Probably to call the cops and tell them there was some sort of ninja gang battle going on.
Once I engaged I started to lure Shannon back to the tree I knew Kylee was in, it took a while but I got her there. Only Kylee wasn't in the tree anymore, she was on the ground. Shannon saw her and Kylee had no choice but to tackle her and try to take the sword away. It was Kylee's sword after all. Shannon's team stood back and did nothing.
At that point, JB came rushing out of the darkness wielding her staff of destruction. A weapon forged with the blood of nations and the tears of the fallen. Her fury was too much and after a few minutes of beating Shannon's inutile teammates, the staff was shredded. JB continued on though, her fury impressive and their devastation sure.
Shannon put up quite the fight. It took both Kylee and me to get to sword from her. At one point even JB was helping. Good thing her team didn't come to save her because then I don't think we would've ever taken it back. Once we did, Shannon lay there. Broken.
Once Shannon was gone, there was no hope for Maggars, Mexican, Noelle and Chad. There was a fruitless attempt to fend us off with pinecones but it was of no avail.
There were no survivors.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Random Stupid
So this last week we've been even more random than usual. Sunday night we went and grabbed a bunch of braches that were set out on the side of the road, filled Rowbs' trunk with them actually, and went up the canyon to start a fire to roast marshmallows and starbursts. When we got up there, we discovered that the wood was too green to really catch. Luckily, there was a group of guys also up there with a fire and they let us take theirs and they left.
Yesterday, because it was such a nice day, JB, Rowbs, Richie, Ky and I ended up skipping some of our classes and just went and ate lunch in the park. We were outside pretty much all day, either just laying out, playing basketball, watching Rowbs play softball (Richie and I were quoting Brian Regan like the whole time we watched) among other things. We also decided last night that we wanted a fire pit in our backyard. So JB and Rowbs dug a lovely pit and lined it with rocks. We then went and got branches on the side of the road again (Hey! It was a few days later, we figured that it had to have dried out by now...) and it was still too green to burn. Good thing that Rowbs had a box full of wood that we had so we could burn that instead. We sat around our awesome fire, roasting peanut butter and marshmallows, starbursts and peeps, playing the guitar and talking.
We made the fire pit because we wanted to sleep outside. Originally, it was going to be Rowbs, Richie, JB, Shannon, Maggers, and I but it ended up just being Rowbs Richie and me. It was freezing. At like two in the morning I woke up shivering, again, and said to Rowbs:
Me: "Rowbs, it's freezing! We should go inside!"
Rowbs: "No! Just trade me spots, it's warmer in the middle. You go over I'll go under."
So I went into the middle of our three man sleeping bag and it was still pretty cold, although warmer than the edge.
We stayed out there all night. We stuck it out. And I got not near as much sleep as I would like. Rowbs said that if we'd admitted defeat and come inside it would've been lame. I say that coming in would've been the smart thing to do because then we would've been warm AND comfortable. But we stuck it out and I can now say that I've had my first campout of the year. I think I'm going to wait at least a month before I try another, but knowing me and my friends? We'll be out there again next week.
Yesterday, because it was such a nice day, JB, Rowbs, Richie, Ky and I ended up skipping some of our classes and just went and ate lunch in the park. We were outside pretty much all day, either just laying out, playing basketball, watching Rowbs play softball (Richie and I were quoting Brian Regan like the whole time we watched) among other things. We also decided last night that we wanted a fire pit in our backyard. So JB and Rowbs dug a lovely pit and lined it with rocks. We then went and got branches on the side of the road again (Hey! It was a few days later, we figured that it had to have dried out by now...) and it was still too green to burn. Good thing that Rowbs had a box full of wood that we had so we could burn that instead. We sat around our awesome fire, roasting peanut butter and marshmallows, starbursts and peeps, playing the guitar and talking.
We made the fire pit because we wanted to sleep outside. Originally, it was going to be Rowbs, Richie, JB, Shannon, Maggers, and I but it ended up just being Rowbs Richie and me. It was freezing. At like two in the morning I woke up shivering, again, and said to Rowbs:
Me: "Rowbs, it's freezing! We should go inside!"
Rowbs: "No! Just trade me spots, it's warmer in the middle. You go over I'll go under."
So I went into the middle of our three man sleeping bag and it was still pretty cold, although warmer than the edge.
We stayed out there all night. We stuck it out. And I got not near as much sleep as I would like. Rowbs said that if we'd admitted defeat and come inside it would've been lame. I say that coming in would've been the smart thing to do because then we would've been warm AND comfortable. But we stuck it out and I can now say that I've had my first campout of the year. I think I'm going to wait at least a month before I try another, but knowing me and my friends? We'll be out there again next week.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Direct Tap to Happiness
You know the song "Soul Sister" be Train? Well without fail, every time that song comes on I whip out my air guitar and I just get this feeling of elation. I know it sounds kind of ridiculous, but it's gotten to the point where I'm having a truly poopy day and I listen to the song or watch the music video I'll have a complete 180 and be happy.
I've found that music has that affect on me. Another great song is by Josh Radin "I'd rather be with you". The guitar in that song is fantastic! I'm working on learning it.
My point to all this is that music is a direct tap to happiness for me. I've been known to cry after hearing a truly beautiful song and I love it when Shannon, Mex and I have our jam sessions. When I lived in the Rugby House this last summer I could sometimes talk Shannon into serenading me to sleep. Best. Thing. Ever. If you can find someone willing to sing you to sleep I highly recommend it.
I've found that music has that affect on me. Another great song is by Josh Radin "I'd rather be with you". The guitar in that song is fantastic! I'm working on learning it.
My point to all this is that music is a direct tap to happiness for me. I've been known to cry after hearing a truly beautiful song and I love it when Shannon, Mex and I have our jam sessions. When I lived in the Rugby House this last summer I could sometimes talk Shannon into serenading me to sleep. Best. Thing. Ever. If you can find someone willing to sing you to sleep I highly recommend it.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Homework? What Homework?
I'm not the most studious person ever. Actually I'm rarely studious at all. Ok! Ok! I'm the head of the "Let's Blow Off School/Schoolwork to Play" club. Lot's of people are in it, they just aren't as good at it as me.
I have a theory as to why I hate being in school. I don't have a plan! I'll elaborate later, I'm going to go rock climbing and then go jump into first dam. It's such a nice day!
Ok, anyways. I don't have a plan. Sometimes I love my major and get really excited when I start thinking about what I can do with my degree, other days I don't know what the crap I was thinking when I chose it. And the result is, I'm rarely driven to do well in class anymore. So this semester I changed my plan.
No, I didn't change my major. The new plan (tentative plan that is) is to go on a mission! I'll take fall semester off to help me save up and then hopefully leave on time in December. Man, just writing about it is making me so excited! But I'll be the first to admit that I'm kind of a fickle person. Before finally deciding I wanted to go into Exercise Science I must have changed what I wanted to be when I grew up at least once a week. And then I just decided I would never grow up and be a young athletic trainer my whole life, which IS possible thanks to my mother's side of the family.
So yeah, that's the plan for now. Hopefully it works out, but whatever the Lord wants for me in the end I guess I'll accept. Maybe instead of a mission he'll want me to become a wandering minstrel in Ireland. Who knows? That would be kind of awesome.
I have a theory as to why I hate being in school. I don't have a plan! I'll elaborate later, I'm going to go rock climbing and then go jump into first dam. It's such a nice day!
Ok, anyways. I don't have a plan. Sometimes I love my major and get really excited when I start thinking about what I can do with my degree, other days I don't know what the crap I was thinking when I chose it. And the result is, I'm rarely driven to do well in class anymore. So this semester I changed my plan.
No, I didn't change my major. The new plan (tentative plan that is) is to go on a mission! I'll take fall semester off to help me save up and then hopefully leave on time in December. Man, just writing about it is making me so excited! But I'll be the first to admit that I'm kind of a fickle person. Before finally deciding I wanted to go into Exercise Science I must have changed what I wanted to be when I grew up at least once a week. And then I just decided I would never grow up and be a young athletic trainer my whole life, which IS possible thanks to my mother's side of the family.
So yeah, that's the plan for now. Hopefully it works out, but whatever the Lord wants for me in the end I guess I'll accept. Maybe instead of a mission he'll want me to become a wandering minstrel in Ireland. Who knows? That would be kind of awesome.
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