A Momentary Lapse in Judgement

New Blog!!

2009-09-22T19:30:00.000-07:00

Hey everyone! So Nathan and I started a family blog! Exciting, huh? I'm so grown up now. Click here and check us out.

Enjoy!

Something that makes me indescribably happy....

2009-03-12T09:36:00.000-07:00

Is Imogen Heap. I thought I was over that phase of my life, but it turns out that I'm not. It reminds me of Becca and when we first met. And that, for me, was one of the greatest times in life. "Say Goodnight and Go" makes me want to cry with happiness and nostalgia. I can see Becca with her black jacket, rain boots, and remember walking in snow with her humming Imogen Heap. I can remember listening to it in the mornings before school and at nights while "homeworking." The only CD inside Chester for months was "Speak For Yourself." I swear it's all we listened to.

I love you, Becca. Thanks for loving me. I'm so grateful I found a friend like you and that I still have you in my life, married and all. Now I have Kyle too!! (I also love you, Katy! Don't you forget that!).

If you love me....

2009-03-11T12:11:00.000-07:00

Help me be her:

In All Seriousness....

2009-03-10T09:36:00.001-07:00

I'm going to BOISE! Elisa and I are going to get those elusive donuts and eat at Jack in the Box if it's the last thing we do!

A record for posts...

2009-03-10T00:28:00.000-07:00

One last thing. This image haunts me:

Am I hungry or horrified?

Both.

Am I Normal?

2009-03-09T23:10:00.000-07:00

This is a question that often comes to my mind? And usually, I determine that the answer to that question is no. Let me just explain my weekend. Then, you too will agree that I certainly am a strange cookie.

On Friday, I only left my house to play the role of Chris Purdie. And man, I am a cute boy. But seriously, I had several people tell me how much I really resembled the real Chris Purdie. Here is some evidence.

On Saturday, I made my roommates watch the movie "Fire in the Sky." For those of you who do not know what this story is about, please read the Wikipedia article. If you haven't the time, I will just briefly tell you that it is the TRUE STORY about a man being abducted by aliens. Did I mention TRUE STORY. I watched this movie when I was about seven or eight with my grandfather (a man who truly fulfilled my sci-fi thirst as a child) and have never fully recovered from the trauma. And as an adult, it was just as terrifying. By the end of the alien torture scene, all of my girlfriends had fled the room, save one other brave soul. We literally screamed as the aliens began to inspect their specimen, inserting a needle into his eye!! The horror!!! And yet, I loved it? WHO AM I? If you would like to see the video, feel free to do so. If you aren't brave enough, sleep with this in mind.

Anyway, I warned you. Not really, but I did say I was weird.

So, back to my story. The rest of my Saturday, I watched Britney Spears music videos. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. I can't help it. She's so hot. Oh wait, I just said that for the world to read. Embarrassing. But it's true!! AHH! Really, though. WHO AM I?

On to Sunday. So, I woke up late for church and as I was pulling into the parking lot (late, of course), I suddenly had massive anxiety and could not go inside. Why, you might ask. Well, let's just say I am deathly afraid of one of the girls (women?) in my Relief Society. She scares me, intimidates me, makes me feel like a bad child. So, I went elsewhere for salvation. Now really, how immature is that?

I came home, watched more Britney Spears, a disc of the Simpsons and then made sugar cookies I can't eat. And then I had massive anxiety because I wanted all the cookies frosted perfectly with all the right coloring and everything. Have you ever tried to make BLACK frosting with regular dye? You CAN'T. Don't even try. So, after three hours and "Circus" by Britney Spears on repeat, I finished!!

And then...THEN...I felt anxious when people ate my beautiful creations. Really. WHO AM I!? I'm some sort of MENTAL person. That's who I am. And you know what? I think I am just going to have to be ok with that.

If you wanna laugh....

2009-03-09T16:21:00.001-07:00

Watch this. And know how much I love "Mac and Me."

Please help me!!

2009-03-09T16:03:00.000-07:00

WHERE CAN I GET THIS!?!? I NEED IT!!!

Also, on a more serious note, I am willing to drive to Boise, Idaho just so I can eat at Heavenly Ham. Heavenly Ham, you ask, what is that? Well, let me tell you. They have the most beautiful and tasty sandwiches ever created by humans. After doing a quick google search, I discovered that Idaho is home to one of these lovely stores. Check out their menu. Also, they have a special mustard worthy of the gods. Just sayin'.

Furthermore, a quick trip to Vegas would be nice. I would drive six hours for one of these babies:

Gluten or no gluten, I want one!! When I was at home over Christmas, I drove by the Dunkin Donuts a block away from my house every day. I never realized what a blessing it was to have donuts so close, just waiting to fulfill my chocolate cravings at my beck and call. However, I resisted temptation and did not poison my body with gluten. And even when I was half-way back to Salt Lake, waiting in Boston after my connecting flight, Dunkin Donuts was there. Waiting. Right outside of my terminal. RIGHT THERE. And again, I resisted.

What was I thinking!!??!?!? AHHH!

Ok. So I'm hungry. But have I convinced anyone that we should go find good food?

No, not zombies. Raptors.

2009-02-06T18:52:00.000-08:00

Ok. I'm in the library waiting for raptors to attack. Man, that would sure improve today. I mean, as of right now, it is the ONLY thing that could redeem this day. So. Patiently, I am waiting.

Zombies?

2009-02-06T08:51:00.000-08:00

Is it wrong that I secretly wish the apocalypse would come and zombies would wreak havoc....just so I wouldn't have to go to class anymore?

Maybe.

I haven't decided yet.

This Comic's Truthfulness is Blowing My Mind

2009-02-04T12:30:00.000-08:00

My life? Perhaps.

Running Is Blowing My Mind

2009-01-31T11:47:00.000-08:00

I just ran for 50 minutes with my roommate. I haven't placed my pretty little feet on concrete since August to do anything other than briskly walk. I might be having a mild heart attack. My fingers are all tingly. Say prayers I don't just die.

No Surprises

2009-01-16T09:14:00.000-08:00

I'm not depressed. This is just how I feel.

No Surprises

A heart thats full up like a landfill,
A job that slowly kills you,
Bruises that wont heal
You were so tired, happy,
Bring down the government,
They dont, they dont speak for her
Ill take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
This is my final fit, my final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please

Oh Radiohead. You speak to my soul. I just want no surprises. I want to be happy and know that I'll continue to be happy. Is that too much to ask for? I think not. And you know what, I think I am going to get it :)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqsyXdj_p_I

Back to Blogging? Maybe?

2009-01-14T12:08:00.000-08:00

So. It is the misery of the class that is Charles Dickens which has driven me to blog again. Right now, someone is droning on and on about the early life of the Pickwick Papers. It's awful. Beyond awful. I need to learn not to be so judgmental or angry when I feel frustrated with my fellow classmates. Instead, I am going to be positive, and blog. Good idea? Yes. I think so. Becca would be so proud.

Hmmph

2008-10-15T11:46:00.000-07:00

So, I have decided to try blogging again. I know, I know. You are thrilled beyond belief. You're welcome.

In all seriousness, though, I guess I underestimated the power of the blogging community. Recently, I talked with a gentleman regarding a magazine he writes for. I told him I was an English major who enjoyed writing when he asked if I would ever be interested in contributing articles and such. Then, he asked the question of all questions: "Do you blog?"

Confused and slightly bewildered at the relevancy of this question, I said, "Uhh..no." As you can tell from my really lame blogging abilities, that was a true statement. His response to that was "oh," and I was suddenly labeled as the girl who hates blogs. So, I am just here to set the record straight. I don't hate blogs; really, I don't. Well, I guess THAT isn't completely true. I DO hate some blogs, but only a select few. For the most part, I think I am just secretly jealous of the hilariously entertaining blogs with cool themes and designs. Now you know everything about me.

Personality Tests Blow My Mind

2008-06-13T07:23:00.001-07:00

INFJ? ESTP? ISTP? So you are probably thinking..."What does this mean!? What are all the random letters?"

Let me just tell you, I love personalites. For the past few days, I have been obsessed with discovering the letters that define / describe my personality, while also diagnosing all of my friends and co-workers with their respective letters. Introvert? Extrovert? Sensing? Intuitive? Thinking? Feeling? Perceiving? Judging? Yes, those are the questions that I strive to answer.

After spending countless hours staring at my computer screen to the wee hours of the morning, I feel safe stating that I am a personality guru. Seriously. I even met the man dubbed "THE Personality Guy," and I'm pretty sure he was impressed by the skills Jessica and I had.

So, if you want me to tell you your horoscope..oops, I mean personality- let me know. You might be surpised. And yes, letters do define who you are.

Warning: I thought I was an INFP, however, THE Personality Guy told me I was definitely an ESFJ. So yeah, I was pretty wrong with myself, but don't judge me. I just didn't want to the be personality type that is described as being a "doormat." Seriously. I think he might be right though...

The People Outside

2008-06-03T22:43:00.000-07:00

My house has many windows. During the day, I see SO many people walking outside. But let me tell you something: these people are not ordinary college students. They are trendy walkers, stylish bike riders, and intense joggers. It is some strange anomaly. When I lived closer to campus, I never saw people like this. So my questions are: Where do they come from? Why do they all live around my house and in my ward? and lastly....Why are they all so intimidating?

So tonight, I decided to attempt to join their ranks. Jessica and I walked outside casually and almost immediately, we made friends. Two fairly interesting gents paused to talk for a moment. Seconds later, a guy named Boo riding a 1959 Vespa stopped to join our conversation. Following that, a car stopped and another dude befriended us! People honked and waived and bikes passed in harmony with our group of people. And somehow, I felt really accomplished being one of the cool people outside.

Wow. My life is so lame at times. These meaningless things just make my heart happy. I'm just so fascinated that being outside has become the "in" thing these days.

The Curious Incident of the Cat at Late Night

2008-05-26T21:19:00.001-07:00

So, at 4:19 this morning, I suddenly woke up thinking only one thought: "Chocolate milk!" Those who know me can attest to the fact that I absolutely love chocolate milk- and living with Becca only increased my unquenchable thirst for chocolaty goodness. However, milk was a bad choice. I had been awake all night feeling horribly sick and was slightly delirious with a fever. So yeah, water would have been the better option here. Oh well, I just love chocolate milk.

Back to the story though. I stumbled out of my bed, managing to make it to the kitchen- even though I was incredibly dizzy. As I opened the fridge and spied the sacred bottle of Hershey's syrup, I suddenly heard something crying. I was seriously scared out of my mind because I knew it wasn't my puppy and my roommate's cat can't make any noises other than that of a dying cat. I looked around the kitchen, clutching the chocolate syrup and thinking I was most likely delusional. Then, I heard it louder and louder and looked at the window to see a HUGE black cat sitting on my window sill watching me. We made eye contact (which was discomforting), and I swear he bowed his head or SOMETHING. Outside, it was raining pretty hard so I guess it was crying because it was stuck out in the weather. This was all too Poe-esque for me. Seriously. When do massive black cats appear in the middle of a rain storms? In horror movies or other creepy X-Files episodes. So, I did what any intelligent person would do. I took my chocolate milk and fumbled my way back to bed.

For the next HOUR, I lay awake on the OPPOSITE side of my house hearing the cat crying. I'm not completely heartless, so I finally went to the door and tried to get it to come inside. For ten minutes, I begged the cat to come inside, calling it "kitty, kitty" and offering it cat food. It just stared at me and would almost come inside before running off and crying again. Some things just don't want my help or want to be saved. Lesson learned.

So because it didn't want to come inside (and I didn't want to hear it cry), I scared it away, chasing it off of my front porch. When I got back in bed, I thought about all those crazy things you hear about black cats. OK. Let me just say again that I was sick and tired and that this was just SO WEIRD! I'm not really superstitous, but I thought for kicks I would google if this cat was supposedly bad luck. This is what I found (and I have not altered this in the least):

Bad Luck Associated With Black Cats Include:

Meeting a black cat early in the morning.
Having a black cat turn its back on you.
Scaring or driving away a black cat from your property.

I'm screwed.

Thought this would never happen....

2008-05-18T22:17:00.000-07:00

I'm not sure what the title of my first post refers best to: 1) Actually getting a blog or 2) Becca Anderson, my best friend, being a married woman.

Becca and Katy have wanted me to get a blog for so long, and now, I have done it! They are two of the greatest people I know, so if they like something, it must be for a good reason. So, let's try this out.

As for the entire marriage thing- yes, Becca and Kyle are married. My head explodes thinking about that, so I am going to move on. Katy P, Katy Anderson, and I are sitting in Becca's room watching Lagaan while she is on her honeymoon, and I am definitely loving my life.