one more thing. so i was thinking about how everybody's imagination is set someplace different. and i started to wonder about where my friends are and if it would be where i think it is. here are some of the people that i had a pretty good idea of where i thought they would be. of course i could be totally wrong but it's worth a shot...
abby already said her's is in amish country but i would have just imagined a field of wild flowers
lauren i would say is in a castle in scotland
micah is in mythological greece in outerspace
diane is on the deserted island pealcrest (or however it's spelled)
michael is at hogwarts
april is at a beach with palm trees where it's always sunset
little dan is in a starbucks with very comfy chairs
laurel is in a giant library where you have to use those sliding ladders to get to the books
and nate, well, nate is in the ball pit of a very fancy chuck e cheese's
these places probably aren't where you guys go to be alone with your imagination but it's where i hang out with you in my imagination.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
love, love, love
i love this song. right now. always. all the time. i wish it could just play around me every where i go.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
up, up and away
i just remembered this... and it was one of the funnier things to be said to me this last week, so i thought i would share.
him: what's your favorite pixar movie... and i will judge you based on your answer.
me: uhmm, up.
him: judged favorably.
i'm still trying to find an ellie badge for trade at disneyland. i don't want to have to buy one. btdub, ellie is totally a cute name. in other news i found a watch that i want very badly.
who wants to buy that for me? hmmm? actually i will probably buy it for myself on friday b/c i love it so hard. it's jungle mickey!
him: what's your favorite pixar movie... and i will judge you based on your answer.
me: uhmm, up.
him: judged favorably.
friends who don't judge
so i was just talking to a friend of mine and we were crying about life and this just cheered me up. i told her she should get some chocolate milk for breakfast and this is what happened...
her: I may have a Snickers for breakfast. is that bad?
me: No, that's fine. I had a fun size snickers today while I was waiting for my food at Jack in the Box.
her: awesome!!
me: B/c I was all Hungry? Why wait?
welcome to the jungle
i've finished training at the jungle cruise. also i got offered both jobs i interviewed for while i was in utah. it's always good to make life as complicated as you possibly can. i'm not sure what i'm going to do but i'm pretty sure i'm in love with the jungle cruise. a little? no, probably a lot. and the thought of leaving makes me feel like crying. or is that just everything else? i'm not sure these days. i suppose i'm dealing with quite a lot right now. i suppose.
this is what i realized after a few days of working in the jungle...
so in our imaginations we have a place we go to first. i feel like the imaginary perfect world in each of our heads has a setting. some people, they imagine themselves at the beach. or an old castle. or a deserted island. or in the big city. you get my drift. but for me, it's always been the jungle. i just never realized it until i was there. until i was standing there in the trees and i realized, this is where i go to be happy. i was standing inside my imagination.
which reminds me of something that happened during training. i had the best possible trainer for learning the jungle. the perfect teacher for me. while we were at dinner on our last training day he asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up. it took me a moment. not because i didn't know. but because the last time i honestly told someone they laughed. it was that wretched guy i was dating a year or so ago. so when my trainer asked i took a moment and i thought about what i would say and decided i would try the truth again.
i want to be happy, whatever that is.
and he said, i know what you mean.
good people like that... they're hard to come by. good moments like that... are even more rare. there's no way to ever explain to him how much that meant to me and i don't think i have to. but it's hard not to treasure a person after something like that.
thursday will be 1 year since Uncle Mike passed away. i'm extra weepy and probably will be for a while. i need people to be extra nice to me right now. ok, guys?
this is what i realized after a few days of working in the jungle...
so in our imaginations we have a place we go to first. i feel like the imaginary perfect world in each of our heads has a setting. some people, they imagine themselves at the beach. or an old castle. or a deserted island. or in the big city. you get my drift. but for me, it's always been the jungle. i just never realized it until i was there. until i was standing there in the trees and i realized, this is where i go to be happy. i was standing inside my imagination.
which reminds me of something that happened during training. i had the best possible trainer for learning the jungle. the perfect teacher for me. while we were at dinner on our last training day he asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up. it took me a moment. not because i didn't know. but because the last time i honestly told someone they laughed. it was that wretched guy i was dating a year or so ago. so when my trainer asked i took a moment and i thought about what i would say and decided i would try the truth again.
i want to be happy, whatever that is.
and he said, i know what you mean.
good people like that... they're hard to come by. good moments like that... are even more rare. there's no way to ever explain to him how much that meant to me and i don't think i have to. but it's hard not to treasure a person after something like that.
thursday will be 1 year since Uncle Mike passed away. i'm extra weepy and probably will be for a while. i need people to be extra nice to me right now. ok, guys?
Thursday, October 18, 2012
another embarrassing moment
so i just got back from the walmart. that place is terrible. the entire time random sales people follow you around trying to get you to buy cable or gym memberships or cell phones. also some man tried to convince me that i should subscribe to the newspaper. doesn't he know this isn't 1927?? get out of my face. i had to talk to him for a long time (probably 30 seconds... BAH) about why i don't want the newspaper. i should have just told him i was illiterate. that would have been a good excuse. but if you're going with that excuse you really have to lead with it.
anyway, i remembered another embarrassing moment that wasn't embarrassing but would have been if i was a normal person. the reason i remembered this story was because today's google doodle is for the 161st anniversary of moby dick.
i think i would have been embarrassed when this happened if i wasn't so distracted by the fact that i was right and everyone else was wrong. ok here it is...
so i was with some friends and we were discussing what you call it when you have multiple copies of the book of mormon. i would like to have on the record that my current stance is that the plural of the book of mormon is "copies of the book of mormon." the war we were having was everyone in the room against me. everyone else was saying it is books of mormon and i was saying it was book of mormons. i was clearly correct because you wouldn't pluralize a random word in the title. you would use the last word. the majority of the room stopped listening but one girl and i were still fighting about it and i was getting really angry.
and then in one of those moments when the room gets inexplicably quiet, i yelled 'it's just like moby dick... YOU SAY MOBY DICKS, NOT MOBYS DICK!!!'
at which point everyone stopped and stared at me while what i had just yelled sunk in. and then half the people laughed and the other half said 'why did you just say that?!' actually i think the halves switched back forth... taking turns laughing and then yelling at me.
anyway, i was totally right. and i'm pretty sure they will all always remember that from now on.
anyway, i remembered another embarrassing moment that wasn't embarrassing but would have been if i was a normal person. the reason i remembered this story was because today's google doodle is for the 161st anniversary of moby dick.
i think i would have been embarrassed when this happened if i wasn't so distracted by the fact that i was right and everyone else was wrong. ok here it is...
so i was with some friends and we were discussing what you call it when you have multiple copies of the book of mormon. i would like to have on the record that my current stance is that the plural of the book of mormon is "copies of the book of mormon." the war we were having was everyone in the room against me. everyone else was saying it is books of mormon and i was saying it was book of mormons. i was clearly correct because you wouldn't pluralize a random word in the title. you would use the last word. the majority of the room stopped listening but one girl and i were still fighting about it and i was getting really angry.
and then in one of those moments when the room gets inexplicably quiet, i yelled 'it's just like moby dick... YOU SAY MOBY DICKS, NOT MOBYS DICK!!!'
at which point everyone stopped and stared at me while what i had just yelled sunk in. and then half the people laughed and the other half said 'why did you just say that?!' actually i think the halves switched back forth... taking turns laughing and then yelling at me.
anyway, i was totally right. and i'm pretty sure they will all always remember that from now on.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
but you don't have to take my word for it
i'm currently re-reading the harry potter series. i find that the first three books will snap me out of whatever funk i am in. and then after that it's just mostly depressing and overwhelming. what has been most interesting to me is the difference in what is sad this time around. you see, i read the books very quickly about 2 years ago... finishing them all in under two months. and then a few months ago i re-read the first three book and decided that was good enough. and then about a month ago i started re-reading the entire series and tonight i finished book 6 and will begin book 7 shortly.
the first time i read the series, there were two moments that made me sad. the first was when dumbledore died. i suppose it was mostly shock at that point b/c i did not see it coming at all (i had only seen movies 1 & 4 in the theater and hardly remembered them b/c it had been years... also i really didn't like dumbledore. i think b/c i read the series so quickly it was difficult for me to trust him.). and the second time was when dobby died. that actually made me cry. real book tears.
this time (keeping in mind that i haven't read book 7 yet) it was when sirius and harry are making plans for harry to go live with him. there is just something so sad about seeing how happy they are knowing it won't last. that in just about a year sirius will be dead and harry will be alone again. this is exactly why people shouldn't know what happens in the future. all it does is ruin present happiness. ::shakes fist at time travelers::
the second sad moment was when fleur first sees bill after he has been attacked by fenrir the werewolf and she has that fight with molly saying 'you think bill won't love me anymore?' i don't know why that made me cry but for whatever reason it was very touching.
good books are amazing. they adjust themselves to where we are in life... they become what we need them to be. they speak differently to us because they are alive in our minds and so we each connect with them differently. i guess what i'm trying to say is...
BOOKS IS GOOD.
the first time i read the series, there were two moments that made me sad. the first was when dumbledore died. i suppose it was mostly shock at that point b/c i did not see it coming at all (i had only seen movies 1 & 4 in the theater and hardly remembered them b/c it had been years... also i really didn't like dumbledore. i think b/c i read the series so quickly it was difficult for me to trust him.). and the second time was when dobby died. that actually made me cry. real book tears.
this time (keeping in mind that i haven't read book 7 yet) it was when sirius and harry are making plans for harry to go live with him. there is just something so sad about seeing how happy they are knowing it won't last. that in just about a year sirius will be dead and harry will be alone again. this is exactly why people shouldn't know what happens in the future. all it does is ruin present happiness. ::shakes fist at time travelers::
the second sad moment was when fleur first sees bill after he has been attacked by fenrir the werewolf and she has that fight with molly saying 'you think bill won't love me anymore?' i don't know why that made me cry but for whatever reason it was very touching.
good books are amazing. they adjust themselves to where we are in life... they become what we need them to be. they speak differently to us because they are alive in our minds and so we each connect with them differently. i guess what i'm trying to say is...
BOOKS IS GOOD.
super friends - anne
i have a lot of super friends. i'm hoping i will remember to do this on a regular basis and i'm hoping my super friends don't mind. this week i would like to talk about my friend...
i met anne when i moved to virginia. the first time i remember meeting her was at the relief society birthday dinner. she was wearing a white shirt that she wore to her sister's wedding and suzie was, of course (because the woman talked about nothing else), asking her if she had lost weight. i remember thinking, this poor girl, she should just punch that lady. but she didn't. because anne is much nicer than i am.
she is much nicer than i am... unless it's black friday and you haven't been to sleep in what seems like days. then she will go into the stores at the mall, yell that the clothes are fugly and over priced and you will have to convince her that now is probably a good time to be leaving... before the disgruntled american eagle employee calls security on two ladies who are probably too old to be shopping there anyway.
anne always knows all the best places to eat. in any town. for any kind of food. she seriously should have a show on the travel channel. i wake up in the middle of the night craving the food of the places she has taken me to. india k raja. that pho place in richmond. carrburritos. she even suggested that crepe place we went to last week in orem. not only that, anne is a wonderful cook and hostess. she makes the best curry chicken salad. i ask her for the recipe every couple months. but it never turns out as good as when she makes it. she throws the best parties... her parties are thoughtfully crafted around the person she is giving it for. she always makes people feel welcomed and appreciated.
anne can always make me laugh and always has a word of encouragement to cheer me up and make me feel better about being me. i'm so lucky to have her as a friend, though really i think of her more as a sister than a friend. she is caring, compassionate and an all around wonderful person. anne is passionate about the work she does. she will finish up her degree in library science in december. she is one of the craftiest, most talented people i know and i'm always amazed at the things she is able to create. i hope to one day go into business with her... basically i want her to make things i will sell them. sort of like a sweat shop but hopefully a little nicer.
if you already know anne, count yourself fortunate. and if you don't know anne, keep your fingers crossed that one day you might be so lucky!
feel free to share your own anne stories in the comments!
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| ANNE! |
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| me (gertie from et), anne (cupcake) and caitlin (a 1920s call girl) |
she is much nicer than i am... unless it's black friday and you haven't been to sleep in what seems like days. then she will go into the stores at the mall, yell that the clothes are fugly and over priced and you will have to convince her that now is probably a good time to be leaving... before the disgruntled american eagle employee calls security on two ladies who are probably too old to be shopping there anyway.
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| anne's sister, brenda, and anne at a tiny door that time we went to new york together |
anne can always make me laugh and always has a word of encouragement to cheer me up and make me feel better about being me. i'm so lucky to have her as a friend, though really i think of her more as a sister than a friend. she is caring, compassionate and an all around wonderful person. anne is passionate about the work she does. she will finish up her degree in library science in december. she is one of the craftiest, most talented people i know and i'm always amazed at the things she is able to create. i hope to one day go into business with her... basically i want her to make things i will sell them. sort of like a sweat shop but hopefully a little nicer.
if you already know anne, count yourself fortunate. and if you don't know anne, keep your fingers crossed that one day you might be so lucky!
feel free to share your own anne stories in the comments!
reservations
i deserve for something really awesome to happen to me. * i don't normally say i deserve things. but this time i feel like i really, truly, deserve for something awesome to happen.
i declined a date. to a wine tasting. with a lawyer. date, wine tasting, lawyer and me would all be in one unimaginably awesome sentence if i didn't enjoy using dramatic punctuation. also, all those things would be together in real life if i wasn't trying to do better. it took me hours, literal hours, to decline. but i did.
in other news, but also the same news, men should learn to strike while the iron is hot. :: mumble mumble if you weren't so slow mumble mumble::
hot iron = good time for strinking
six months later = you're too late, dummy, the iron is all cold and yelling about bad timing to herself
i don't know that i've mentioned this lately... but i really love honey boo boo. i swear, i will cut anyone who says anything bad about her. she's a funny, loving, charming little girl. i totally understand if you don't want to watch her show, that's fine. but seriously, calling a seven year old disgusting on the internet? get out of my face. and, uhmm, hello, ALL seven year olds are disgusting. every last filthy one of them. not all seven year olds use their time to promote anti bullying campaigns and collect toys to donate to poor kids in their community. i admire alana and her family... they are themselves, they love who they are, they love each other, they enjoy spending time together and they love to help where they can. maybe if more families were like that, people would be a little happier. and they would spend less time on the internet making fun of little girls.
i start training for the jungle cruise on thursday. also, maybe i will get a new job tomorrow. once again,
hot iron = good
cold iron = bad
but things don't always turn out the way we expect them to. and by 'don't always' i mean they 'never, ever do.' it's just the way of the road, i suppose. all in a day.
i declined a date. to a wine tasting. with a lawyer. date, wine tasting, lawyer and me would all be in one unimaginably awesome sentence if i didn't enjoy using dramatic punctuation. also, all those things would be together in real life if i wasn't trying to do better. it took me hours, literal hours, to decline. but i did.
in other news, but also the same news, men should learn to strike while the iron is hot. :: mumble mumble if you weren't so slow mumble mumble::
hot iron = good time for strinking
six months later = you're too late, dummy, the iron is all cold and yelling about bad timing to herself
i don't know that i've mentioned this lately... but i really love honey boo boo. i swear, i will cut anyone who says anything bad about her. she's a funny, loving, charming little girl. i totally understand if you don't want to watch her show, that's fine. but seriously, calling a seven year old disgusting on the internet? get out of my face. and, uhmm, hello, ALL seven year olds are disgusting. every last filthy one of them. not all seven year olds use their time to promote anti bullying campaigns and collect toys to donate to poor kids in their community. i admire alana and her family... they are themselves, they love who they are, they love each other, they enjoy spending time together and they love to help where they can. maybe if more families were like that, people would be a little happier. and they would spend less time on the internet making fun of little girls.
i start training for the jungle cruise on thursday. also, maybe i will get a new job tomorrow. once again,
hot iron = good
cold iron = bad
but things don't always turn out the way we expect them to. and by 'don't always' i mean they 'never, ever do.' it's just the way of the road, i suppose. all in a day.
* yes, yes i realize awesome things happen to me all the time. i am the queen of having awesome things happen to me b/c i control the universe with my mind. however, i expect this to be a male interaction trade off. do you hear me universe?
Friday, October 12, 2012
potato potaaato
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| yes, yes i do |
friday: woke up at 2:10 am and was on the road with donuts by 2:30. around 7 am and a third of the way to idaho i realized i was very tired. now keep in mind that i haven't had caffeine since june. so i stop in the gas station and i saw the little 5 hour energy bottles and i decided i would try that. for about the first 30 minutes it was amazing. i said to myself 'self, this must be what it is like when a person who has a.d.d. gets drugs for the first time.' and then my brain proceeded to do back flips. and i got an itchy rash from my chest to my eyes. but i was not sleepy throughout the drive... or for like the next 15 hours. though after about hour 7 my speech was all crazy. the good news is, i made it safely to idaho and at a reasonable hour.
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| don't we look like idahoans? |
sunday: i almost said nothing happened on sunday but then i realized that was a terrible, awful, no good lie. because the most amazing thing happened on sunday. we toured the jeppesen family farm. do you guys know where potatoes come from? well, you wouldn't believe it if i told you. it's something you have to see for yourself. i assure though, it is INCREDIBLE. sadly the only photo i currently have of that experience is the aftermath...
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| yum! |
monday: we got annie! i got to see my dear friend annie and she told me she was going to a hay maze later that day so we decided to go to the hay maze too. we loaded everybody up and made our way over there. the hay maze was... shockingly difficult. we were in the maze for over an hour and never found our way out. we used an emergency exit to get out and went home crying. the crying was mostly because hay had fallen down the back of my pants and it was very pokey.
tuesday: i realized i lost my debit card in the hay maze. YAY. that made for a very stressful morning. while i was searching the house, james (who had no idea what was missing, only that i was looking for something) said 'i took it and hid it and now you have to stay here forever.' and i was worried that maybe i was going to have to stay there forever b/c how was i going to put gas in the car?!? luckily i found a branch for my bank like half an hour away and i was able to continue on with my life. i drove to provo. had dinner with michael and his roommate... michael. remembering things is very easy when you only have to remember one thing. fact. went to brianna's and had a quick catch up chat. yay!
wednesday: had job interviews. both went well. from the interviews i learned that i type 55 words per minute and that my friends all think i am likable... which is good since they are my friends. more later on the interviews, i'm sure. in the evening we went on a very scary pirate adventure.
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| sooooo scary |
thursday: i met mandy and her family for breakfast and we had a quick catch up session about what has happened the last FIVE YEARS. it was amazing and fun and i adoooooore her. and then i got on the road.
ELEVEN HOURS LATER
yay traffic in primm
I'M BACK AT MY HOUSE IN CALIFORNIA
THE END
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