Megalicious

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2010-09-29T22:29:00.000-07:00

I started a new blog. I got tired of this one and needed a fresh start. I might still update this one. I haven't decided if I'm completely scrapping it or not.

I would kill for a pizza

2010-09-07T18:33:00.000-07:00

For the past year, I've been having some minor digestion issues that I finally asked the doctor just before my insurance ran out thanks to turning 25. After running a few tests, everything was declared "normal"--no food allergies, no intolerances other than the horrible lactose intolerance that began this whole food battle, no parasites, no nothing. So if everything is so "normal," why isn't everything normal?

So now that I have no insurance, I've taken things into my own hands. Thanks to Google, I discovered an absurdly comprehensive elimination diet, which allows me to eat nothing but fish and rabbit food for a month before I begin adding human food back into my diet. This is what I've been eating since Saturday:

The white lump is fish, and the green lump is avocado.

It's not all bad. I like fruits and veggies and fish, and I like that I haven't felt sick every time I eat, and there's a chance that I might lose my love handles this month, but I could really go for a nice juicy burger and a butt load of fries. I seriously think I'm going through grease withdrawals.

According to the doctor who invented this diet, I could potentially become less sensitive to certain foods by the time I figure out what it is I'm sensitive to, so I'm hoping, while keeping my feet securely planted on solid ground, that by the end of the month my digestive system will just reset itself, and I'll be able to eat again. And if that's the case, I'm eating an entire pizza by myself to celebrate.

I Dyed My Hair

2010-08-08T23:38:00.000-07:00

My hair used to look like this:

Now it looks like this:

I wanted it to be this color:

I'm thinking about trying for the Fine Frenzy red again and getting my hair cut like this:

or like this:

I'm kind of leaning toward the bottom picture with the bangs from the top picture. But maybe I should go without bangs for a while since I always let them grow out anyway. What do you think?

So... It's Been a While

2010-08-04T23:44:00.000-07:00

I have a confession: sometimes I don't update my blog because my life is boring. Maybe boring isn't the right term, but my life is, nonetheless, completely average. And I'm not very creative, so while some of you are writing vibrantly witty blog posts, making the most ordinary thoughts or activities amusing to any casual reader, I suffer from chronic writer's block, which explains why I no longer want to write for a living. I still enjoy writing, but I just can't do it all the time. I have to wait for inspiration to burrow its way through all my mind's clutter, and if I have constant deadlines all up in my grill, I can't really afford to be patient with myself.

But what about the bachelor's I just earned in professional writing? Well, I decided before I graduated that I wanted to be an editor anyway, not a writer. And editing is still a possibility. There's just not much demand for entry-level editors right now. But some of you might remember when I was a health science major. Despite my ridiculous diet of Cup O' Noodles, Chinese take-out, and whatever confectioner's delight was currently in my apartment, I was working toward a career in nutrition. Well, I'm not going to be a nutritionist, but I am going back to my health science roots.

A couple weeks ago, I was on Facebook and saw an ad that said "Become an ultrasound technician," and I was like, "ok." I didn't click on the ad because bad things happen when you click on Facebook ads, but I did my own research, found a program nearby, and decided that I really wanted to do this.

This career change was a recent decision, so I'm rushing and struggling to communicate with Everett Community College so I can start taking classes in the fall. I've applied, but I can't get anyone to answer my e-mails or phone calls, so the whole thing is still kind of iffy. At the same time, I'm really depending on starting ASAP. I need to finish my pre-reqs by the end of winter so I can apply for the diagnostic ultrasound technology program at Bellevue College. If I don't finish my pre-reqs by winter, I may be doomed to wait another year to start the program, and that is just unacceptable. I'm turning 25 in a few weeks, and I need to get out of Marysville once and for all and get on with my life.

So if all goes according to plan, which I'm determined it will, I will be an ultrasound technician in a couple years, and I am so excited about it. I feel like I've finally decided what I want to be when I grow up and I feel as giddy as my childhood self who wished she could grow up to be a dolphin.

The Big Yellow One Is the Sun

2010-06-13T22:47:00.000-07:00

I've been home for almost two months now. Since that time, it has been raining nearly nonstop. My favorite was last Wednesday. When I left work, it looked like we were actually going to have some decent weather for a change. And by that I mean there were a few breaks in the clouds, and could tell the sky was still blue. But before I made it home, it started pouring. Really pouring. Streets in Marysville were flooded up to the doors on pick up trucks. I drove up the hill toward my house and watched people taking pictures from under umbrellas, which is significant because Seattleites never use umbrellas. Water was geysering out of the street drains, transforming our hill into a river.

Here are a few pictures I stole from a friend's Facebook. I'm sure he won't mind. This was after things had let up a little.

Saturday was perfect. I didn't have to work, the sun was out, and it was 74 degrees. I ate my lunch on the deck and sat outside for hours with my laptop, intending to apply for jobs, but the loveliness of the day was much to distracting. I knew I was going to get burned, but I didn't care because it had seemed like ages since I had seen the sun. I could deal with the burn. Plus, I really like aloe vera's cooling effect on my hot skin. The unfortunate part is that I sat on one side of the table the entire time I was outside. My left side got a lot more sun then my right side.

Sunday was cloudy again. My cherry arm is the only evidence that the sun showed its face in Marysville.

Dear Sun,

Please come back. I'm miserable without you, and I'll be needing to even out my skin tone once this turns into a tan.

Love,

Megan

Why I Don't Dance

2010-05-31T08:16:00.000-07:00

I just can't show up people like this:

Wait! Wait! Wait! Here's another one that involves wigs. I think my favorite part is the end, starting around 3:10. This guy rocks.

Midgets

2010-03-22T23:28:00.000-07:00

Why does TLC have so many midget shows? Midget documentaries are boring. They do everything average-sized people do; they just need a ladder to do it.

If it's not the little people, it's the big families. They have the Duggers, who should really consider a vasectomy. What are they up to now? 19? But then there are all these shows about multiple-birth families. You'd think TLC would have learned their lesson with Jon and Kate, but now it's Table for Twelve, starring the Hayes family with their two sets of twins and a set of sextuplets. Let's hope show biz doesn't get to them, but if it does get to them in the same way it got to Jon and Kate, at least TLC could have one last special where the Hayeses spill their guts about the destruction of their once happy lives.

Who would ever want a camera crew following them around 24/7?

Silly people.

The Mysterious Odor

2010-03-17T18:45:00.000-07:00

Making myself comfortable on my bed, I unwrapped my bandage, revealing my iodine-stained arm. I had donated plasma over three hours earlier, and the hole still bled a little, but that's typical. I think when I pull off the gauze, all the dried blood gets pulled up with it, reopening the wound. Either that or I'm a hemophiliac. While I dabbed the drop of blood, and contemplated what item to check off my to do list first, I smelled a faint unpleasant odor. I held my arm up to my nose and inhaled. It smelled like iodine. That wasn't it. Oh, well. I ignored both the smell and my homework and checked my Facebook for the third time today. Derek Lemmon commented on my photo. I smelled my arm again. Iodine. I looked down at my legs crossed under me. I leaned over till my nose nearly touched my right foot. Mystery solved.

Barack Does Whatever He Likes

2010-02-19T18:12:00.000-08:00

I found this on YouTube today, and I thought it was hilarious. Maybe it's because it makes fun of Obama, or maybe it's because I like the original song so much and have a little dance to go along with it. I'm not exactly sure what it is, but I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

The Beginning of the End: A New Way of Life

2010-01-05T16:59:00.000-08:00

Today is the first day of my last semester at BYU-Idaho, and I feel great. I'm ashamed to admit I was feeling rather pessimistic about coming back to school after Christmas, but now that I'm here, I'm actually looking forward to it. I've set some new goals for the year, and (thanks to Natalie) I'm calling them my "New Way of Life." I have some significant changes I want to make that will hopefully contribute a healthier, happier me.

I began the day feeling proud of myself for sticking to my "New Way of Life" schedule. I actually woke up at seven o'clock and went to the gym before class today. I'll pause now to give myself a pat on the back.

...

My first class was Rhetorical Studies, which sounds like it's going to be a lot like Advanced Research and Literary Analysis, except I'll be creating a magazine instead of a literary journal, and my articles get to be a lot shorter. I sat in quiet contentment as the rest of the class squirmed in their seats and asked nervous questions. "I totally got this," I thought to myself. "One research paper and seven 500 word articles? Piece of cake after last semester."

There's no way it can be more difficult anyway.

Last night, I got an email about i-Comm, a practicum program that offers "real world" experience for people interested in Broadcasting, Journalism, Public Relations, Advertising, etc. The email specifically mentioned copy editors, and since I'm considering an editing career, I thought I'd check out the class today. So now I'm officially an i-Comm copy editor for The Scroll, and I'm actually pretty excited for it. I only have to put in three to five hours of work per week besides class time, and I can do it whenever I have the time. Tomorrow I'm going to the i-Comm office to be trained. I can also write articles for The Scroll, which I think I will, mostly so I can say I've been published on my resume, but also just for the heck of it. I might as well try it out while I can. I kind of wish I would have known about this sooner. Oh, well. I'm doing it now!

Look at me! I'm on my way to success!

Hello, New Year. Nice to Meet You.

2010-01-03T01:03:00.000-08:00

I have a few things on my mind right now, and I'm not sure why I'm about to post them on the internet. Sometimes I'm not even sure why I have a blog at all. I'm generally a pretty private person and keep a lot of things to myself. Anyway, here's a look inside my very cluttered mind. Enjoy.

I don't want to go back to school on Monday. I know Laura would tell me to be positive and make it a great semester, and I'll see what I can do, but I don't want to face the winter or my classes. Three 400 level Writing classes? What have I done to myself? The good new is all my classes are either in the Smith or the Spori. No more hiking to the Hinckley and Ricks Buildings for me!
I want to combat the media's influence on young women. I want to help girls feel powerful and achieve great things. I'm looking into different programs and trying to find a way to get involved.
My little dog leaped halfway across the table and nearly ate my face today. I screamed. It was simultaneously hilarious and terrifying.
I wish I would have gotten involved in more extracurricular activities.
I don't like feeling left behind.
Starting the first day of the semester, I'm going to be a healthier person. I'm not going to eat junk food all the time, and I'm going to create an exercise schedule and stick to it. I want to be like my grandpa--still running around and beating my grandkids at ping pong when I'm 74,
I kind of have a little bit of a crush. It kind of took me by surprise, actually. He doesn't know, and it will probably stay that way because I'm still 14 when it comes to guys.
I really want to get a dalmatian, but I have to wait until I have a place for it and time to take care of it.
Skidmark, my golden brown '87 Honda Accord, is gone. I'm excited to go car shopping in the summer!
I think I would rather move to San Francisco than get a church magazine internship, but I'm still planning on applying.
I'm going to be 25 this year. Nigga what?
I don't feel like sleeping right now.

Chucky Versus Supermodelquins

2009-12-13T21:46:00.000-08:00

Does anyone else hate the Old Navy mannequin commercials? In case you need a refresher:

These commercials creep me out! Isn't a mannequin essentially a life-size doll? And when you think of creepy dolls, who comes to mind? Chucky, anyone? Not that I've ever seen Child's Play, but seeing his face was enough to scar me for life.

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Not that when I see one of these commercials, I automatically think of Chucky, but I think that's why they creep me out. But even if I didn't find them creepy, I would still find them obnoxious.

Anyway, I finally decided I had had enough of these talking mannequins, so last night I decided to send Old Navy a quick email, which read:

I just wanted to tell you that the Old Navy mannequin commercials are creepy and diminish any desire I have to shop there. Thought you should know.

I got a reply today:

Dear oldnavy.com Customer,

Thank you for sharing your concerns with us regarding our Supermodelquins advertising campaign. We take feedback like yours very seriously and were so sorry to hear that you found this campaign to be objectionable.

Old Navy advertisements are intended to reflect a shopping experience that is fun for the whole family and we apologize if you found our ads to be offensive in any way.

We've shared your comments with the Old Navy marketing team and our advertising agency so they can be taken into consideration when developing future advertising campaigns.

Again, thanks for bringing your concerns to our attention. We hope you will continue to let us know how we are doing.

Sincerely,

Linda
Customer Service Consultant

Haha! It feels good to know that my opinion counts, and that I can save the world by tearing down one bad commercial at a time! I think I'm going to start speaking my mind more often.

By the way, if you are interested in purchasing your very own collectible Chucky, click on the link below his picture.

Guns in the Library

2009-12-07T14:26:00.000-08:00

I'm on the second floor--the quiet floor--of the library, and there's this guy sitting two desks down from me playing some sort of war game on his laptop. He has it turned up loud enough so I can hear it through his headphones. Thank you for making me a part of this.

I'm working on my ten-page research paper. Wish me luck!

Peace.

Organized Stupidity

2009-12-04T19:13:00.000-08:00

I know I said I wasn't going to post everyday anymore, but so far I can't seem to stop.

I just wanted to take a moment to express my distaste for group projects. I was part of a really lame group presentation today in my Family Interactions class. I tried to tell them our class activity wouldn't work, but people don't seem to hear me in these groups! I'm also in a group for my Religion and Society class, and we have to write a ten page paper to go along with our presentation. There are five of us, so it would make sense to break the paper into sections and have each person write two pages, right? Well, one girl agreed with this suggestion, but the self-designated voice of the group insisted on writing the paper journal entry style, and she and another girl were going to write it. The rest of us had our own assignments--they asked me to edit the video we were going to make in the next couple days. After we filmed it, the same girl who was so adamant about how we wrote this paper, decided she wanted to edit the video. When I asked her what she wanted me to do instead, she said she and the other writer would send me what they had written, and I could finish off the paper. Well, I got their email today--they sent me a little over a page. I am in the middle of writing a ten-page research paper for an English class, which means it actually needs to be good. Do they honestly expect me to write nine pages on my own before Tuesday? Fat chance: that's all I have to say.

P.S. Now this guy in yet another group failed to post his edit online by midnight, so now the whole group suffers. Way too much group work for one semester! Curse you, BYU-I Learning Model!

I Just Found the Weirdest Video

2009-12-04T00:26:00.000-08:00

I went on YouTube for a specific purpose that I am too exhausted to recall. Instead I clicked on this weird-looking video.

Back to homework...

Hooray, December!

2009-12-01T17:44:00.000-08:00

Well, I made it through National Blog Posting Month, so now I don't have to worry about posting every day anymore, which is fine because most of my posts probably went unread anyway. And I didn't win any of the prizes, so I will probably never do that again. I'm not creative enough to post daily. Mostly, I just had to finish it because I started it. Goodbye, NaBloPoMo! Goodbye forever!

I started Weight Watchers yesterday. I know I'm not fat. My roommate Natalie is doing it, and I have this terrible habit of eating everything in sight while I'm procrastinating homework. I'm hoping Weight Watchers will help me control my appetite enough so I can make it through a year of school without gaining weight. If you don't know how it works, it actually makes a lot of sense. Everything you eat is assigned a number of points based on its calorie, fiber, and fat content. You are alloted a certain amount of points each day. So you can eat what ever you want as long as you don't go over your points. And whatever points you don't use during the week, you can use to reward yourself with a tasty treat on the weekend. I realize it's only been a couple days, but I like that I don't feel like I'm making a huge change. I think I am just more conscious of portion sizes. For instance, I eat a normal serving of mac and cheese rather than devour half the box. Also, since I've committed myself, I don't crave an entire pan of brownies, which happens more often than you would think. It's funny how it just took a few numbers to help me control my appetite.

By the way, most of you said you would not date someone with baby hands. You're all shallow, and so am I.

Now to finish that ten-page research paper...

Yup

2009-11-30T21:23:00.000-08:00

So my dating life is so pathetic that my home teacher is magnifying his calling by helping me get a date. He talked to this guy--we'll call him Chuck--and told him he should ask me out. That was two or three weeks ago. About an hour ago, I was taking the trash out to the dumpster and my home teacher came sliding on the ice toward me, and took over my chore. What a gentleman! He stopped to talk for a little while, and who should come sliding toward us next but Chuck! He stayed for a about a minute before he went off to his apartment. Then my home teacher said, "Oh, sorry! Was I interfering with flirting time?" Pah! I just laughed at him

I was supposed to do something with a friend while I was down in Utah. We talked on Wednesday and planned to do something on Friday. Friday came, and I got a text from him in the afternoon saying he didn't realize his family had so much going on that day, but he asked if he could call me later. I told him yes and asked if he still wanted to do something later or if he was busy all day. I'm still waiting for a reply.

Thankful for Thanksgiving

2009-11-29T22:36:00.000-08:00

I'm back in Rexburg, and I'm already freaking out. I need to get started on homework! Also, I'm afraid of throwing up because I was around sick people all week, and Danielle was puking all night Friday. Dangit. I always get sick during finals.

I had a great time in Utah, though. Here are some pics:

Ryan slid through the chair feet first and then realized he couldn't pull his head through.

On Friday, we went to see the Christmas lights on Temple Square.

Brianna got cold and had to wear Grandpa's shirt. She put it on and yelled, "I'm ugly!" And then she would only wear when we were in dark areas. The second she thought she was being noticed, the old man shirt came off.

This could be me in a couple days.

I went for walks with my grandpa, and this is what we saw. Utah feels much warmer than Idaho.

2009-11-28T14:23:00.001-08:00

We went and saw the christmas lights on temple square last night! I'll post more pics when i get back to my computer in rexburg.

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2009-11-27T18:25:00.001-08:00

This is the first time my cousin Ian hasn't cried when i've held him! Hooray!

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2009-11-26T22:05:00.001-08:00

My cousin brianna's japanese eraser collection.

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2009-11-25T21:22:00.001-08:00

Danielle and I are in Utah and excited for the Thanksgiving par-tay tomorrow! Where are you?

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Things I Can't Wait for That will Happen This Year

2009-11-24T23:07:00.000-08:00

To get out of Rexburg tomorrow (and forever, but that comes later)
To see my relatives
Thanksgiving dinner
Pie
Thanksgiving leftovers
The Christmas lights at Temple Square
No more editing papers of people who shouldn't be English majors
To inflate my Christmas tree
Christmas!
To be home with my family
To drive my car
Ping pong

Ghost Town

2009-11-23T22:15:00.001-08:00

Rexburg is a ghost town during Thanksgiving break. I'm on a walk and it's eerily quiet. Oh yeah and we finally got a legit snow. :(

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Youngest Child Syndrome

2009-11-22T22:08:00.000-08:00

If you haven't watched The Fuplers on YouTube, you are missing out. So funny! Here's an episode I just watched:

Ah, the youngest child syndrome. I remember when Josh was little and one of us would "barely touch him," which would send him dramatically flying across the room and onto the floor where he would yell until his assailant was punished. But I can't really remember how much of that is accurate.

I love my little brother! Look how much he has changed over the last few years:

2004

2009

Photo by Laura

He's working on his Associate's now, and then he's planning on transferring to a university. He's thinking about being a dentist, but I think he should be a graphic designer. I've always considered him artistic and creative, and I think he would be good in that field. But dentist is cool too--lots of perks and nifty gadgets. I'm excited to see where his life takes him.

Wish me Luck

2009-11-21T10:25:00.000-08:00

The first five pages of my research paper are due by midnight, and I still don't know what I'm going to write about. It has to be persuasive, and it has to be about stereotypes. I was going to write about parent-teen relationships in teen films and whether or not those portrayals affect parent-teen relationships in society, but I don't know if I can prove it either way. Any ideas?

Here are the things I have to finish in the next three weeks:

Write a 10-page research paper on stereotypes
Revise a 5-page paper on a psychoanalytical approach to Richard Connell's "The Most Dangerous Game"
Invent a new religion
Organize and present an elaborate group presentation on my invented religion
Write a 10-page paper on my invented religion
Interview my parents on changes that have occurred in our family in the last three generations
Write a 3-page paper on those changes
Read about 120 pages of early American literature
Write a T-analysis on an early American story
Write a 5-page paper on an early American story
Take a really long, awful write-on test about early American literature when there's no way in hades I'm going to be able to remember the billions of authors we have looked at since midterm
Publish a literary journal
Edit at least three 10-page research papers
Write a résumé and cover letter
Write/create a photographic essay
Take an essay test
White glove

Once I've checked off everything on my list, my soul will feel light and glad for the two and a half weeks I'll be home for Christmas. Alas, a dark, billowy raincloud will be stalking me during that break--the dread of winter semester. It's sure to be a doozy. I'll be taking three 400-level English classes and Visual Media, which I hope you don't have to be artistic for. I will also start donating plasma twice a week--I would do it now, but I have to wait 6 months from the time I was potentially exposed to Mad Cow Disease during my British Literary Tour. My Visiting Teacher also suggested I become a copy editor for the Scroll because they're always looking for people, and it will be good experience. I was going to apply for the Writing Center, but it's not looking that promising. I'm also going to look at tutoring positions. I know I'm an idiot for waiting till my last semester to get involved, but there isn't much I can do about it now. For some reason, I just want to cram my last semester full of worthwhile activities. I'm even thinking about taking a cooking class. I guess I just want to feel more productive. I'll let you know how it goes.

Oh, and if anyone wants to get me boots (or these) for Christmas, that would be amazing! The only shoes I have that cover my entire feet are my converse, and they have holes in them now. They're fine for now because Rexburg has yet to be buried in snow, but when I fly into Idaho Falls in January, I'm going to be needing some more appropriate foot gear.

I <3 Fun.

2009-11-20T15:27:00.000-08:00

Yes, Nate Ruess wears capris (some people criticized him for that in their comments on YouTube), but he's Nate Ruess, so I say he can do whatever he wants. Every celebrity has their trademark, right? Plus, can I just say that he's really good looking? I don't think the capris are really an issue. Kirsten and I went to Fun's show in Portland, Oregon on my birthday a few months back, and it was pretty sweet. First, we went to Music Millennium to meet the band and get autographed copies of their first album, Aim and Ignite. Then we got pictures with Nate Ruess and Jack Antonoff once we got to the Hawthorne:

I have to say that Nate didn't seem very excited to be at the show, wandering around the venue with a long face, but he made up for it when he got on stage.

I really like the piñatas on the music video, but I'm not sure how I feel about all the girls chasing them. It just doesn't feel very original, and it doesn't even really seem to fit the song. I realize many music videos are completely random (No One Knows by Queens of the Stoneage comes to mind), but since they were clearly sticking with the "pretty girls" theme, it just feels off to have the band running away from all these girls when they're singing "I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down." I was really expecting to see some chick decked out in '80s garb. And "all the pretty girls can't measure to you"--where's that girl? Oh well. I still enjoy the video, mostly because I love Fun, and I love watching them perform.

Fun has recently recorded a new song for the holidays called "Believe In Me." If they get 40,000 fans on Facebook by December 1st, we get the song for free! So click here to become a fan even if you aren't sure how you feel about them. You will love them. And if you don't, I still get a free song, and you can denounce your fan status on December 2nd. Call it your Christmas present to me.

All Questions, No Answers

2009-11-19T15:53:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I feel sick to my stomach when I think about the future. Am I the only one? I just get scared. How am I supposed to take care of myself? How am I supposed to find a real job? Am I really good enough to write professionally? Do I even want to write professionally? What am I going to write? Who am I going to write for? Where am I supposed to go? I've been going to school my entire life, and I've BS'd my way through a good portion of it. 141 days till graduation, and I don't feel prepared at all.

I miss summer and feeling like I'm part of something:

I hate being cold.

I have a zit forming just under my bottom lip.

Craigo's is having a $5.49 pizza buffet tonight. Nothing like smothering your worries with savory tomato sauce and artery-clogging cheese! You in?

Fat Lard

2009-11-18T22:26:00.000-08:00

I eat everything in sight. I'm punishing myself with a diet. I call it the don't eat everything in sight diet, and it starts tomorrow. And no more candy (once my Reese's and York Peppermint Patties are gone, that is).

Where the Stupid Things are

2009-11-17T21:29:00.000-08:00

Tonight was Two Dollar Tuesday at the Paramount, so Danielle, Cari, and I went and saw Where the Wild Things are. When I first saw the preview for this movie, I got really excited because I loved that book as a kid. Here's the trailer:

The movie opens with a nice little tune hummed by a sweet boy
named Max, who suddenly transforms into a devil child in a wolf
costume running through the house, yelling, growling, and tackling
the poor dog! Later, Max stands on the table in his costume, folds
his arms, glares down at his mother, and shouts, "Woman! Feed
me!" Then his mom angrily chases him around the house, and once
she catches him, he bites her on the shoulder and runs out the door,
down the street, and through the woods. He conveniently finds a
boat near the water's edge, and he sails away to the Wild Things'
island. By this point, I was pretty confident this was going to be a
weird movie.

Call me crazy, but I expected a movie based on a children's book
to be a little more upbeat, but it seemed like every five minutes,
there were angry monsters or people throwing temper tantrums,
yelling, and, in one instance, ripping the arm off a giant chicken.
But don't worry--they replaced the arm with a stick.

I think the weirdest part is when Max is running away from an angry
Wild Thing, and KW, the only happy Wild Thing has Max climb in her mouth, where he hides in her stomach until the angry one has left. KW and Max then have a touching conversation while Max is still in her
stomach. Finally, KW pulls a slimy Max out of her mouth. How
tender.

I have to admit that I laughed during some of these strange moments, but mostly I was just in shock. As we were walking out of the theater, I overheard a conversation that went something like this:

Girl 1: Oh, you saw Where the Wild Things are? Was it good?
Girl 2: I really liked the cinematography.

I think that's polite for "The movie really sucked, but I should
probably say something good about it."

I rate this move: bizarre and depressing.

Twitterpated

2009-11-16T13:28:00.000-08:00

Dear lovebirds,

You are in the library, surrounded by people trying to do their homework. Maybe you didn't notice. The library is busy during this time of day, and people often struggle to find a free computer. The two of you are taking up two computers, but, rather than looking at the screens, you are gazing into each other's eyes. You are facing each other, knees touching, hand in hand, faces three inches apart, whispering about how attracted you are to each other, and occasionally reaching up to stroke the other's face. You are also sitting five feet away from me--just on the other side of the table. Please stop.

Sincerely,
Me

Stumbling

2009-11-15T22:46:00.000-08:00

First of all, I want to say to my friend Shanae: you sang a beautiful solo tonight, and my roommate Dorthy was so impressed, she said, and I quote, "That girl needs to make a CD!"

Second of all, I don't know what to write about...

Third of all, have you ever heard of StumbleUpon? Basically, you check your interests on this site, click the "Stumble" button, and it finds random websites that you'll hopefully like. Here was something I stumbled upon today:

I'm going to have to try that someday. It reminds me of certain friends of mine who used to stare at the ceiling with feigned interest to see how many people they could get to look.

Meet Cloud Nine

2009-11-14T15:18:00.000-08:00

Today's version of procrastination. Aren't we cute?

Make your Stick Figure Family at FreeFlashToys.com

The Way Wii Are

2009-11-13T20:09:00.000-08:00

This semester, Natalie bought a Wii from her friend for a hundred bucks. When she first got it, we wasted all our time creating a million little miis. We even made all the characters from The Office and our own scary version of the seven dwarfs (I felt like creating one midget, and before you knew it, we had seven.) We gave our own characters Wii-appropriate names, such as Miigan, Natalii, and Carii. We also have a Native American named Pociihontas. Natalie recently ordered Wii Fit Plus, and now we entertain ourselves with hula hoop and obstacle course competitions.

Miigan is excited to flap her wings!

When you see this on the screen:

you look like this:

or this:

Wii also have DDR.

Come play!

Baby Hands

2009-11-12T21:36:00.000-08:00

While working at Jansport during the summer of 2008, my friends and I used to ask a "question of the day" to keep ourselves entertained. In order to consume a greater amount of time, these questions were meant to be as thought-provoking as possible. One day I asked, "If you met someone who was a perfect match for you--the only thing wrong with this person is his or her baby hands--would you date them?" For clarity, we're talking not talking about little hands, but actual infant hands on the ends of average-sized arms. What's interesting is that when I've asked guys this question, they usually answer positively, while girls generally squirm until they shamefully admit they would not date a wonderful guy with baby hands. My guess is this distinction between genders comes from a typical woman's desire to feel protected by her significant other. How is your boyfriend supposed to save you from muggers and rapists if his fist isn't large enough to even bruise his opponent?

This year, Burger King came out with a new commercial that, for us, was very nostalgic:

Would you date someone with baby hands? Let me know on the poll!

Phattest Kids on Campus

2009-11-11T21:51:00.000-08:00

Hello. My name is Megan, and I have a food addiction. Last fall, when this picture was taken, Natalie and I rediscovered our mutual love of food and dubbed ourselves the "fattest kids on campus." Then we remembered how cool we were and altered the spelling with a p-h.

Tower of Terror

2009-11-10T22:39:00.000-08:00

Two summers ago, my family and I went to Disneyland. During the trip, I discovered one of my new favorite rides--California Adventure's appropriately named Tower of Terror. I rode first with Danielle, Josh, and my cousin Michael, who, as you can tell from the picture, has nerves of steel. Josh was just faking nerves. We stepped onto the "elevator" and watched the scene in front of us. I honestly can't remember the story--I was too busy tingling with fear. I just remember getting higher and higher, watching the people on the screen disappear, and dropping. My stomach flipped upside down, forcing record level screams from my lungs. When the elevator started rising again, I realized that, during the drop, I had reached over and was now clutching Josh's pant leg. I released my grip just as we began to fall again and instead, I wrapped my fingers around the bar next to me, crushing Josh's hand. It was a terrifying experience, indeed, but exhilarating all the same.

I couldn't find the picture from when Danielle and I rode the Tower of Terror with my dad, but, for some reason, the wait in line was much scarier the second time.

Banana

2009-11-09T15:32:00.000-08:00

My roommate Natalie went to an emergency preparedness store today and bought a giant can of banana chips. There were directions on the back of the can.

If this weren't enough, there was a typo in the directions.

I would have expected them to catch that one.

Distant Dreamer

2009-11-08T18:53:00.000-08:00

I normally don't remember my dreams, but I remember last night's--most of it, anyway.

I was in an airplane with Stuart and Danielle, I think. The plane landed, but instead of slowing down once we hit the ground, it started accelerating. Pretty soon, the plane was off the runway and speeding along the grass. Meanwhile, rather than fear for our lives, my siblings and I were wandering around the plane, peeking out windows, feeling more excited than scared. To avoid crashing and dying in a raging inferno, the pilot took off again until he could figure out what was wrong with the plane. It was a really shaky takeoff: the plane was wobbling back and forth, and we flew low for a while, nearly getting tangled in some telephone wires, which, if you ask me, were a little too close to the airport in the first place. I vaguely remember something about parachutes. Maybe the pilot was about to abandon us or something.

That was it.

I always seem to wake up from my dreams right before imminent death. Just saying.

Just for fun, I Googled "dream meanings" and tried to interpret my dream with dreammoods.com. All the "symbols" in my dream seem to point to high goals. At the same time, however, being in danger signifies "substantial losses in business and discouraging prospects in love" and that I need to be more careful. Parachutes mean it's time to "bail out of a situation." So I think my dream means that I am going to bail out of Rexburg in April (am I obsessed with graduating or what?) and follow my dreams. I'll just ignore the being in danger part.

Enjoy "Distant Dreamer" by Duffy:

What not to Wear

2009-11-07T20:47:00.001-08:00

I saw this on campus, and it wasn't even Halloween.

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Bad Day to be a Terrorist

2009-11-06T18:59:00.000-08:00

I'm sure you've all heard about the shooting at Fort Hood yesterday. The psychiatrist, of all people! He's Muslim, too, so of course they have to figure out whether or not he's a terrorist, especially since someone with a screen name very similar to this guy's real name has been online comparing a suicide bomber to a soldier who dies to save his comrades. They are both sacrificing their lives for a greater cause, apparently.

Here's the article I read: http://www.latimes.com/news/la-na-fort-hood-shootings6-2009nov06,0,4341651.story?page=1.

In a meager attempt to explain the shooting, the article mentions that this psychiatrist, Major Nidal Malik Hasan, was about to face his "worst nightmare"--being deployed to Iraq. I admit I don't know that much about the military, but isn't there another way of getting out of an assignment? Excuse my morbidity, but if nothing else, he could have shot himself. Why kill all those people? Yeah, you don't have to go to Iraq, but what you're about to face for shooting up the world's largest military base. ... Man, I'd hate to be in your shoes. I'd be wishing the lady who shot me had better aim.

I also read this article:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33712858/ns/us_news-crime_and_courts/, which is more comprehensive. It says Hasan was being deployed to Afghanistan, not Iraq (I don't know if that changes the story at all). It also says that witnesses reported Hasan shouting "Allahu Akbar," which is Arabic for "God is great." I watched a video on radical Muslims in my Religion and Society class this week, and while most Muslims are normal people, these radicals are a very angry, hateful group who think America wants to take over the world--Islam specifically--and they want to destroy us for Allah's sake. Supposedly, God wants them to spread Islam. They teach their children to hate western civilization and that it's an honor to die for this "Jihad," which involves killing the enemy, aka all non-Islamic people or even Muslims who get in their way. So the fact that Hasan was shouting "Allahu Akbar" before he began shooting makes me very suspicious. Why would he yell that if he wasn't a radical? Does he have any idea how pissed off the U.S. gets at terrorists?

He got shot four times and is still kicking. Sucks to be him.

Here's a clip from the documentary we watched in class. If you have time, you can watch the whole thing on YouTube. It's called "Obsession," and it's pretty crazy.

A Lesson in Happiness from Nathanial Hawthorne

2009-11-05T19:10:00.000-08:00

It was the 2001-2002 school year--my junior (and least favorite) year of high school. I was taking honors English from Mr. Bowen, a string bean of a man with a horse's teeth and a poofy mustache. A track star named Danny sat either in front of me or behind me, often eating a small can of Vienna sausages. We were reading The Scarlet Letter.

I must admit, I accessed my fair share of SparkNotes that year. Actually, now that I think of it, the only book I remember finishing in that class was Of Mice and Men. I was such a good student. I can't remember all the books we were supposed to read, but I remember being bored out of my mind. The most dreadful book, by far, was The Scarlet Letter.

Now I'm taking Early American Literature, and I'm reading The Scarlet Letter once more. It still isn't my favorite book, but I must say it's more tolerable than I remember. I think I can appreciate it more, or at least understand it, now that I am better acquainted with the stylistic usage of language common in nineteenth century literature. High school students should really be reading something a little more action-packed. I mean, I'm nine chapters into this story and so far a woman has been publicly scorned as an adulteress, and her child is kind of weird. I did find something interesting today, however.

Reverend Dimmesdale's health is failing, and he refuses medical treatment, insisting he would rather die and leave behind the earthly woes of his sins, taking the spiritual woes to the judgement bar than to have the doctor, Roger Chillingworth, waste his skills by healing him. Chillingworth misunderstands, assuming Dimmesdale is simply eager to be reunited with his Creator. Dimmesdale corrects him, saying, "Nay....Were I worthier to walk there, I could be better content to toil here."

I found that simple, yet profound. If you are living a moral life, you are happier. Wow. Now that's deep. And while I sound sarcastic, I'm not. That's the most beautiful sentence I've read in The Scarlett Letter so far.

I'm a Machine!

2009-11-04T21:19:00.000-08:00

In my Family Interactions class, we were recently discussing education, or gender roles, or something--I honestly can't remember--but this guy expressed his opinion that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints places a man's education above that of a woman's. Needless to say, he was verbally mauled by several girls in the class. Sorry, but I have to agree with him.

In the September 2007 New Era the question was asked, "What is more important for women after they get married: to finish an education or to start a family?"

The answer:

"President Gordon B. Hinckley has often stressed getting a good education. To the women of the Church he says that education 'is the latchkey to success in life,' but in the next breath he reminds us of President David O. McKay's teaching, 'No other success can compensate for failure in the home' ("To the Women of the Church," Ensign, Nov. 2003, 115). While education is important, it shouldn't displace the importance of children and family--for either men or women. Your choice to have children does not have to exclude finishing your education, or vice versa. A classroom is not the only place to gain an education. Many part-time or distance study options are available to you if you want to finish your education. Even if you have completed the degree you were seeking, you can always become more educated through personal study and experience."

So, according to the church, education is important as long as it doesn't interfere with having children. It does say this is true for both men and women, but who does the church encourage to stay home with the children? Women. Who, if anyone, is going to have to sacrifice their education or at least put it on hold? Women. Who's going to bring home the bacon? Men. Who's education is more important? Men's. I'm not disagreeing with this reasoning. I think that if a man and a woman are married and have agreed the wife will stay home and rear their children while the husband goes off to work every day, then his education is naturally a higher priority. The wife can seek education as time and money allow, but she doesn't need to have a college education to be a stay-at-home mom. It's not a matter of whether or not her education is important--it is. But it comes second to the breadwinner's education. How many times do women in the church hear that they need to have an education "to fall back on" if for some reason their husband is unable to provide for the family? Thus, a woman's education becomes a plan B.

Obviously the church supports education--a great deal of tithing money goes to supporting church-affiliated schools, and General Authorities clearly urge all, regardless of gender, to seek higher education. The importance of a woman's education is specifically addressed; however, more often than not, I feel like I am being urged to get married and make babies. Families are wonderful, and I am very excited to have my own someday, but sometimes I wish that, every once in a while, someone would get up in a Relief Society meeting and talk about careers and how women can make a difference in the world in ways other than being a wife and mother. Maybe they do, but it doesn't happen often enough if I can't think of a single instance. It seems like every visiting teaching message, if it isn't about appreciating Relief Society, discusses the importance of motherhood. I completely agree! But what am I if I'm not a mother?

For a while, there was a poster on campus that I saw every day on my way to class. In big letters, it said, "Preparing for the Future..." and it had pictures of a young woman playing with her baby and another young woman planting a flower. What about the unmarried women who graduate from BYU-I? What about the LDS woman who never marries at all? What is her role in society? I'm sure she can plant flowers too, but why can't the school add a third woman who is dressed in a business suit and holding a clipboard in her hand? In my FHE group alone, there are twice as many girls as there are guys. Only two of those guys are neither engaged nor dating someone. A similar ratio has existed with every BYU-I approved apartment complex I have lived in. Chances are, a significant amount of women will leave BYU-I without rocks on their fingers, and those women are not any less valuable because they are not yet mothers. In fact, they will have many opportunities opened to them because they don't have families to care for.

I guess my main point is that I am more than just a baby machine. Do I want to fall in love and have a family? Of course, I do. Do I feel like that is all I'm capable of doing as a woman. No. I have no intention of sitting around on my hope chest, waiting for Mr. Right to come along. I hope he shows up someday, but until then, I'm excited for my post-grad adventures of finding and working a "real" job and finding my own way to contribute to society.

P.S. My title is a tribute to Buster Bluth and his hand.

Check out this video too. It's an amazing Buster montage, but it won't
let me embed it. Lame.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJqjLN9wAmU

A Cop, Bearing Gifts

2009-11-03T19:33:00.000-08:00

My eyes look much better today. Thanks for asking. Yesterday I was worried my eyes' gruesomeness would strike fear into my peers' hearts. Today I no longer feel obligated to avoid eye contact.

On Sunday night, I went for a walk around campus with my roommates Natalie and Megan. As we were crossing a particular street, a police car turned the corner and cut us off halfway through the sidewalk. A police officer poked his out the window and said to us, "Good job; you guys are walking inside the lines of the crosswalk. Are any of you soccer fans?" Of course my natural reaction is panic. When does a cop ever stop to make chit chat without an ulterior motive (i.e. "Nice weather we're having. Do you think it'll snow? By the way, you parked nose first instead of backing into one of these weird parking spaces we recently invented in Rexburg. Enjoy your ticket.)? We were walking after dark, and we are girls, and people seem to think that's a bad combination even in Rexburg where the cops spend the majority of their time writing parking tickets and coaxing herds of cattle off the road, so maybe he would mention that. Or maybe he wasn't a real cop at all. I had just watched Hocus Pocus the night before and the kids were trying to tell this cop about the Sanderson sisters' terrorizing the neighborhood, but the cop just scared them off. Then his girlfriend came out of the liquor store and the couple laughed at the naive children who thought he was a real cop.

So the police officer asks if we like soccer. Natalie's response: "Well, we'd like to get out of the middle of the road." Great. Now we're smart-mouthing the cop. Surprisingly, he just said, "Well, I was going to give you a soccer ball, but never mind," and started driving away. He turned around when he heard Megan protesting and yelling at Natalie for losing our prize. When the cop came back, he somewhat sarcastically asked us if we were afraid of cops. I politely reminded him that cops write tickets. "Not today!" he said.

Apparently, the Rexburg police were promoting pedestrian safety by giving away soccer balls to people they saw doing good things, like properly using a sidewalk.

We were pretty excited to have a shiny new toy and happily finished our walk. When we got back to Cloud Nine (Apt. 9's nickname, if you didn't know), our other roommate Cari was standing outside talking to a friend, and Natalie thought she would demonstrate her soccer skills by kicking the ball it high into the air. From where we were standing, we thought it landed right on top of Greenbrier's flat roof. We all cursed Natalie's name as she laughed hysterically. Full of doubt, I ran around to the other side of our apartment, meeting along the way a couple of love birds who were rather impressed that we were able to kick a ball over the building. Phew! We still had our ball, and we didn't kill the couple who happened to be walking by.

Bloody Eyes

2009-11-02T15:01:00.000-08:00

I wore fake eyelashes on Halloween, and apparently I'm allergic to the glue because this is what my eyes looked like when I woke up the next morning. I took this picture today, so, as you can see, they are still just as lovely. At the end of the summer I wore fake eyelashes for one of Laura's photo shoots, and my eyes went bloodshot a couple days later and got continually worse during the week. I thought that I had somehow contracted double pinkeye, but the doctor said it was a new symptom to my fall allergies that I developed only a year earlier. Lame. He was probably right because my eyes stayed red as long as my nose was stuffy, but it looks like pollen (or whatever I'm allergic too) wasn't the only contributor to my bloody eyes. I just hope they clear up faster than they did last time.

Happy Halloween!

2009-11-01T00:41:00.000-07:00

A witch, two super heroes, and a disco ball...

Look! I ran into my old friend, Seth!

In Other Words, They Should Show Schoolhouse Rock! Reruns in College English Courses.

2009-10-30T20:36:00.000-07:00

How are there so many English majors who don't understand basic grammar and sentence structure? In my Advanced Research and Literary Analysis class, we are divided into groups of four. Each group has invented its own literary journal to which other students submit papers for potential publication at the end of the semester. The project is overwhelming at times, especially since half of my group is unreliable at best, but it's also valuable because we each get to take on the role of both writer and editor. The problem is that many of the papers I've had to edit have been horribly written. Any interesting idea the writers have are buried under a mess of stupid. I'm not talking about a small portion of a paper needing to be reworded for clarification; I mean a single sentence that I can read ten times and still have no idea in Hades what the person is trying to say. This might not mean anything to non-writers, but really, proper grammar makes a world of difference. I am amazed when I see people in an advanced college writing class litter their work with comma splices and run on sentences. Sometimes entire words are left out or randomly placed. I seriously think Theory of Language (AKA Grammar) should be a prerequisite for this class.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one who rereads something before submitting it. I mean, do those sentences make sense to them when they read it to themselves? Here is the concluding sentence from a paper I'm currently editing: "Failing to fulfill his role as the archetypal father by preparing his son for the real world, the man dies leaving his boy alone to find happiness when he himself was the one holding his son or the future from attaining it." Holy mouthful of crap. Whaaa? Here's another one: "In other words, had the man been more trusting he too would have found happiness and civilization in the end." First of all, I think that in most cases, if you have to use the phrase "in other words" in a paper, you are admitting that even you were confused by your first explanation. So why don't you just cut it out and replace it with the "other words" that are supposedly better than the originals? Second of all, what does this sentence mean? Actually, because I've read the rest of the paper, I have a fairly good idea of what this sentence is supposed to mean, and it's probably the best analysis the writer makes. Now it's my job to figure out how to help him use his idea to form a comprehensible point on paper.

I've really enjoyed editing my peers' papers despite the fact that many of them struggle to put together a coherent sentence. In fact, I owe it mostly to this class for my recent ambition to become an editor. I write a lot of comments for these writers to consider, and sometimes I worry that I'm making more enemies than friends. I can only hope they can take it in the spirit in which it's intended. It's not that their analyses are necessarily awful. Some of them have a knack for finding hidden meanings in literature that I don't see because I'm too shallow. They just need a lot of help communicating those ideas, whereas I need help coming up with ideas in the first place.

I had a conference with my teacher the other day, and she told me that she really enjoys reading my papers because they are so easy to understand. She said I have good control over the micro level of writing: structure, language, flow, etc. It made me really happy because I feel like writing is my sole talent, and it's encouraging to receive compliments from someone who knows what she's talking about.

Now watch. Someone (Laura) will find a grammatical error in this post, and I'll never hear the end of it.

I'm so Glad it's not 1492!

2009-10-11T18:09:00.000-07:00

So I'm taking this Early American Literature class. I opted to take it instead of Early British Literature so I wouldn't have to read Beowulf. Maybe I'll have to read that book sometime just to see if it's worse than what I'm reading now. So far readings for my class have consisted of journal entries from Native Americans and early American Colonists. Borrring! I did find it interesting to read Christopher Columbus's journal, and I never knew Benjamin Franklin was funny, but all in all the class is rather dull.

I was pretty excited when my professor told us we'd be reading "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" for Monday's class. I was having flashbacks to the cartoon I used to watch as a kid during Halloween. Good ol' Ichabod Crane. Let's just say I'm not even halfway through the story yet, and I decided writing this post was a much better alternative. Leave it to the Colonists to make what should be a scary ghost story the equivalent of an excerpt from the driest history textbook.

Here's my theory about early American Lit: No one who came over on the Mayflower was a decent writer, so what I'm reading is the kind of crap the settlers had to put up with while they were waiting for a new book to be sent over from the motherland. And now I have to spend a semester learning about the early Americans' inability to write anything anyone would want to read. I can't wait till we start reading The Scarlet Letter. The sooner we finish, the sooner I can burn it.

The good thing is my friend Michael Kocher stopped by a couple nights ago on his way back to Canada. Hooray for good friends!

Growing Up

2009-09-26T16:47:00.001-07:00

This morning, I was supposed to wake up a little after 7:00 to participate in a service project at the sand dunes. My roommate, Megan, woke me up as promised, but I remained conscious only long enough to give her the stink eye. I got out of bed about an hour later, ate some Lucky Charms, and decided to hop on Wii Fit before people came home and began the regular Food Network marathon. I did a series of hula-hooping, lunges, running in place, and downward facing dog for two hours. Then I ate some of Natalie’s potstickers, impatiently scorching the inside of my mouth, as I waited for a shower vacancy. Then I pigged out on Harvest Cheddar Sun Chips while I watched Natalie take her turn struggling with the yoga poses and cursing at her “trainer.” Throw in a lot of school, a dose of Kate Nash, and the occasional trip to Wally World for the bare necessities, and this about sums up my life.

When I was a little girl, my ambition was to one day become a dolphin. I even dreamed in dolphin-vision on a regular basis. I had this recurring dream where I would meet my human friend who would always be waiting for me on the dock with her toes dangling in the water. I would let her cling to my dorsal fin and ride on my back as I leaped out of the water and did the famous tail walk. My psychiatrist suggests that I watched a little too much Flipper as a child. Once I realized animorphing was not an option, I decided I could settle with being a dolphin trainer. (I was so excited when Stuart was considering a dolphin trainer internship at SeaWorld a summer or two ago! I was preparing myself to live vicariously through him. I still wish he would have done that.) Since my dolphin obsession days, I have wanted to be everything from an ice cream man to an astronaut, and in a little over six months, I will have a degree in Professional Writing.

If you would have asked me in 2003 (the year I graduated from high school and began my five-year BYU-Idaho career) where I imagined myself in the year 2010, my response would not have included a mission, and, I’m ashamed to say, possibly not even a Bachelor’s degree. I would have been married to a tall, handsome, and charming dental student, and I would probably be carrying around a screaming baby. Ask me today, and I would say that I don’t really make a habit of predicting my life beyond the end of the semester. Every day, it becomes a little more obvious that the future isn’t something that can be planned. This time next year, I will be working. That’s all I know. That's not to say I don't set goals or have an idea of what I would like to see happen in my life; I have just finally accepted that things don't work according to my schedule.

But I’m happy! I have absolute freedom! Yes, it would be great if there were some fun guys to date who weren’t preemies or who didn’t just return from their mission last week, but I have learned to be content with my single status. I can do whatever I want! I can go to Europe and live out of a backpack for a month, which I did; I can drop everything and go on a cross-country road trip, which I will do; and I can move anywhere in the world after graduation. I’m thinking about teaching English in Korea. My furnished apartment and airfare would be paid for, and I’d have a salary and something impressive to put on my resume, so why not?

The only problem with my chronic bachelorettehood is that I recently had an interview with my Stake President:

“How long have you been home from your mission?”

“Almost two years,” I respond, the muscles in my face tightening as I prepare for the obvious follow-up question.

“Are you dating?”

“Not really,” I say, feigning shame.

“Do you want to be?”

“Sometimes yes; sometimes no.”

So now my Stake President, whom I love, by the way, wants me to make myself available through “mature flirting”—a touch of the arm, a witty joke, etc. I agreed to try, although I considered his challenge most inconvenient since I had just resolved that same day to never worry about guys again. Unfortunately, there is still the issue of no one being around that I would want to maturely flirt with. Maybe I’m too picky. Maybe I need to get out the apartment more often. I'm just too busy with editing projects and reading long, boring articles and essays to be super social.

So the moral of the story is that life never goes according to plan, but you probably already knew that. The good news is that life is still good.

Help Me Plan My Life

2009-07-16T21:59:00.000-07:00

I've been spending a lot of time doing some soul searching, trying to figure out some career goals. I applied for graduation April 2010, and I'm very excited for moving on to the next phase of my life and whatever that will bring; however, I'm also nervous because I don't know what I'm doing. I've been reading this book by Tim Lemire called I'm an English Major--Now What? I got it on Amazon for five bucks, and it has actually been pretty helpful in the narrowing down process. I don't think most people realize how versatile an English degree is, but I won't bore you with that right now. What I ask of you now is a favor (this is actually one of Lemire's suggestions): If you find a moment to spare, please leave a comment on this post telling me one or two things you think I'm good at and one or two of my best character traits. If you can, please also tell me why you chose those things. Thank you so much for your help!

Back in America

2009-05-24T19:56:00.000-07:00

Thursday night I was sitting underneath the Eiffel Tower, the next night I was wrestling on the trampoline with my little cousins in Utah, today I rode in a car all day to get back to Washington, and tomorrow, I'm starting my job search and Kanye's workout plan. Time waits for no one.

The trip had its ups and downs, but I loved my month in Europe. I went to Ireland, Wales, England, and France. I saw the homes of famous authors and poets like Jane Austen, William Wordsworth, and Shakespeare; I saw the castles and palaces and the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower... Obviously awesome. However, I have decided that I will never travel with a huge group of people again. It stressed me out, and I wasn't even in charge. I don't know how those professors do it, but they are amazing!

Things lacking on this trip that I am grateful to have again:

Drinking fountains
Rubbish bins (garbage cans)
Public restrooms with paper towels, more than one working hand dryer, and (in some cases) toilet seats
My cell phone
Salad dressing
Deoderant (really only a problem on the crowded Metro on a hot day)
Washer and dryer

Things lacking in America that I will miss:

Good chocolate
The Louvre
Cute Irish guys
People who think I'm cool just because I'm American
Tarts, unbaked chocolate, and other delicious pastries

In reality the second list should be longer, and I could definitely go on, but I'm still having problems staying up late, and I'm pretty much dead. Here are a few pics. Oh, and just so you know, I love Paris.

2009-04-26T19:54:00.001-07:00

At the hotel in Salt Lake. I'm flying to ireland tomorrow, and I an so freaking excited!

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2009-04-26T13:20:00.000-07:00

I love warning labels! They have the best pics. This one is on the Salt Lake Express.

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Eat, Drink, and Get Married

2009-04-25T16:12:00.000-07:00

I remember my friend, Daniel Toy, once said there was nothing to do in Rexburg besides eating and getting married. That being said, it's time to discuss my latest poll.

Most of you said you love dating, and that is wonderful. I wish I could say the same. Some of you are probably married, and I am especially glad that you love your dating life. I would be worried if you didn't. Many of you said dating is a chore, and I am right there with you, although I must admit I have been more of a spectator than a participator as of late. I got straight A's last semester, but my social life suffered. But you know what? That is fine with me. My GPA is going up, and I decided I'm going to marry a doctor after I graduate. For those of you who are scared of dating, I don't know what to tell you. People tell me I'm afraid of commitment, and they're probably right, but I just say I haven't met the right guy yet, i.e. the afore mentioned doctor.

Good luck in your dating endeavors, and be sure to send me a wedding announcement.

2009-04-17T16:28:00.000-07:00

I found the world!

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2009-04-17T15:16:00.001-07:00

This is the current state of the women's restroom in the library. Your guess is as good as mine. I'm thinking something along the lines of a giant or anger management problems. Or maybe a giant with anger management problems.

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I'm a Star!

2009-04-15T19:54:00.000-07:00

I am tired. The semester ended last Friday. I started classes for the British Literary Tour on Monday. I am on campus from nine to four everyday. No break for me. I am tired.

But I have good news! I have been working by butt off to raise my GPA, which was a 3.8 for the winter semester, bringing my cumulative GPA up to a 3.3! If I keep up the pace, I will graduate with a 3.5 or 3.6. Hooray for making up for slacking the first 3 years of college! The only problem is the toll it takes on the social life. The other good news is I leave for Ireland in a week and a half, and I really cannot wait even though the teachers are really frustrating with their lack of instruction, but I can handle it. I'm going to Europe!

One of the questions I have come to dread is any that deals with my post-graduation plans. I realize it is a fairly common and reasonable question, and I hold no grudge, I just don't know what I am going to do. BYU-Idaho offers internship expeditions in different cities around the country. From what I understand, they take students to different companies and hook them up with internships that deal with their respective majors. There is an expedition going to New York in the fall, so I think I might sign up for that, and maybe I'll be able to find a sweet job with a magazine or publishing company or something. Or maybe not. We'll see what I can do.

Sorry for the boring post. I'm tired. It is raining here and all the worms have wriggled out of the ground to perish on the sidewalk. The soles of my chucks are covered in worm guts.

For your viewing entertainment, here is my final project for my fiction into film class. Good thing we weren't graded on our filming skills.

Nostrils

2009-04-01T21:52:00.000-07:00

The results are in! My first poll asked which you would rather have of the following: one large nostril, two regular-sized nostrils on the end of your nose like a pig, three regular-sized nostrils, or no nostrils. It was a tie between three nostrils and no nostrils, although I happen to know some cheating was involved on the no nostril side (you know who you are). Two nostrils came in second place with one nostril close behind.

Personally, I chose three nostrils for one reason. One of life's most annoying inconveniences is having half your nose plugged up. I figure, if I were to get a stuffy nose with three nostrils, the problem would be at least somewhat mitigated with the extra breathing hole. That is, until two nostrils became plugged, but at least I would have better odds of getting a good night's sleep. However, I admit having three nostrils would make blowing my nose slightly more of a challenge.

Never in a million years would I choose to have no nostrils. That would entail breathing through my mouth for the rest of my life, which is tiresome and unattractive to say the least. As for the other two options: a pig nose wouldn't be too bad. If you've seen the movie Penelope, you might agree that Penelope's nose grows on you as the story progresses. It's almost weird to see her with her with a normal nose! Having one nostril is not great (not that the other choices are), but I would still choose it over no nostrils any day.

Make sure you take my new poll about dating. It won't be up for the whole month because I'm leaving for Europe on the 27th. I'll be gone for all of May, so I want to be able to post a new poll before I go. For those of you who read my post about Cloud Nine, if you are interested in taking my quiz to see which Cloud Nine member you most resemble, you can do that here.

A Brief Look Into an Elite Life

2009-03-18T20:43:00.000-07:00

My roommates and I live in Apartment 9. During the first week of this, the winter semester in the year of our Lord, 2009, we came to the mutual agreement that "Cloud 9" was a more suitable title, as it more adequately alludes to the eliteness of our nonexistent, yet semi-existent club. Without going into a stream of incoherent scientific mumbo jumbo, "Cloud 9" is another way of identifying the cumulonimbus cloud, which takes its atmospheric position above the rest; therefore, when a person claims they are on Cloud 9, they are expressing the feeling of being on top of the world.

An extensive interview process is required of all potential members before admittance to Cloud 9 is allowed, enabling the self-proclaimed presidency (which varies on any given day according to who is available and/or feeling authoritative) to delve into the psyche of all applicants and examine their potential in terms of sophistication and respectability. We take matters such as appearance, dignity, and propriety very seriously at Cloud 9, and failure to live up to either specified or unspecified standards may result in the immediate and unlamented (from the presidency's perspective) termination of one's membership. Interviews may be conducted by one or more members of the Cloud 9 presidency and may include questions concerning the applicant's background, character, and any other issue the presidency deems pertinent. Excessive hesitation or stuttering in one's responses may disqualify the applicant.

In the unlikely incident in which a person successfully passes the interview stage, a thirty-day trial period is then extended. Immediate supervision of such persons by a member of the Cloud 9 presidency is required at all times during the 30 days. Trial members must submit a 500-word essay no later than the 10th day of their trial period, explaining in detail their unique reasons for seeking a place in the prestigious Cloud 9 family. The presidency will then review the essay and determine if the applicant should complete the remainder of the trial period or whether immediate termination of said period is necessary. Also during these first 10 days, trial members are expected to present the club with various baked goods on no less than 5 occasions. More is encouraged, but Cloud 9 cannot guarantee the increased likelihood of acceptance through these means.

On days 11-20 of the trial period, the applicant should keep Cloud 9 premises presentable at all times. Laundry of the presidency must be hand washed, hang dried, starched, and pressed; dishes must also be hand washed and organized within their appropriate cupboards; rooms must be freed from all debris and clutter, floors swept or vacuumed, and all hard surfaces polished. Any other tasks requested of the applicant are to be completed on demand, including, but not limited to meal preparation, homework tutelage, and musical entertainment.

Days 21-30 will consist of involvement in official Cloud 9 meetings where the applicant will take minutes and keep the presidency's glasses filled with freshly squeezed orange juice. On completion of these last 10 days, the applicant will present an elaborate power point presentation describing both his or her experience during the trial period and an original plan for Cloud 9 funding. This plan must have been extensively tested, guaranteeing a positive effect within Cloud 9 usage. In the case of acceptance, the applicant will be in charge of carrying out the described plan. Failure to significantly increase Cloud 9 profits may result in termination of membership.

Once membership into the elite Cloud 9 is achieved, the new member is welcome on Cloud 9 premises at anytime within the bounds of curfew (this excludes those who live at or have exclusive permission to stay for a predetermined length of time at Cloud 9. These are welcome regardless of the hour). It is a member's own responsibility to keep up to date with exclusive Cloud 9 activities as the presidency will be preoccupied with more urgent business, which may or may not involve the club. Continuation of random acts of kindness directed toward the presidency is encouraged.

(This statement is subject to change without notice, and a person's membership may be terminated at anytime with or without explanation, in which case reapplication will be necessary to continue membership.)

Unfortunately, the semester ends in a few weeks, leaving two vacancies in the Cloud 9 presidency. Presidency positions are only available to females, and she should consider herself very fortunate if she is able to obtain one of these positions. Those who are interested must also submit an application to Greenbrier Apartments. Keep in mind that any replacement presidency member has large shoes to fill, and an applicant must be willing to live up the elite Cloud 9 standards as a beacon of all things supreme.

Now that you are aware of what it takes to be a member of Cloud 9, here is a short video demonstrating some of the activities you will most likely be involved in once accepted. Note: this is not a reenactment.

This Isn't the Worst Fight Scene in the World: This is Just a Tribute

2009-03-17T18:58:00.000-07:00

Tonight I was in a talent show. Shocking, I know. Watch this before continuing:

Now watch the unmatched talents of Kristen and me:

We made the lizard head out of paper mache. Kristen handled most of the handiwork. I just mixed up some flour and water and plastered a few strips of newspaper to the balloons.

My New Title

2009-03-06T21:36:00.000-08:00

So once again I was trying to invent a sastisfactory title for my blog, and all of a sudden the song, "Fergalicious," popped into my head, leaving no room for any rational train of thought. I am now Megalicious. If you have been living under a rock and don't know the song, here it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQetLQRab8c. I couldn't embed this one.

Skinny Legs

2009-03-06T12:17:00.000-08:00

So I was walking to class this morning and saw something like this only with pants:

Which reminded me of this:

Later, as I was walking into the library, I passed a guy who sounded like this:

And sometimes, when I wake up, I look like this:

My Blog's Tragic Title

2009-03-04T22:35:00.000-08:00

I need a title for my blog. I didn't like it, so I set out to change it, but as I was unable to think of anything, I gave it a temporary, somewhat generic name. I want something creative--something me. I do, in fact, believe that life is good; however, the name just doesn't satisfy my creative needs. And maybe I'm not creative, and that's fine, but I would at least like to pretend that I am.

Check Out My Other Blogs

2009-03-02T16:29:00.000-08:00

Danielle and I have a blog called "The Finer Things Club" where we review books, movies, food, and all things great... or not so great, as the case may be. It's cool. We post all sorts of videos and things. Also check out "The Summer List," and give us ideas for cool things to do this summer. You can find the links for these blogs on the right side of this page somewhere.

A Free Gift For You!

2009-03-02T16:21:00.000-08:00

Alright everyone!
The first FIVE people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2- What I create will be just for you.
3- It'll be done this year. (might be a little while)
4- You have no clue what it's going to be.It may be a story. It may be a joke book, autographed picture of myself, handmade bag, or a little invention of my own! I may create you a blog header or paint something for you with my food. (That would be scary). I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows?
5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange. Believe me... it may blow your mind!
The catch?
Oh, the catch is that you must re post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did, win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me!
Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it! Sounds like fun, right? So, let's play!

Driver's Ed Reminiscence

2009-02-28T15:02:00.000-08:00

So I was blogging about The Breakfast Club on "The Finer Things Club" and thinking about detention, which I have never experienced thanks to my angelic nature. However, this got me thinking about the time Megan Lemmon and I were kicked of Driver's Ed. It's true that we whispered one or two sentences to each other, but mostly we were victims of Mr. Rapanich's anger management issues. He started yelling quite boisterously for us to get out of his classroom, and at first I didn't even realize he was talking to us because, in my opinion, we hadn't done anything worthy of his indignation. I was just looking around the classroom, trying to solve the mystery. Eventually, with enough of his yelling, I realized he meant for Megan and me to leave, so I grabbed my things and scurried out of there before he could start breathing fire.

It wasn't until I was safely outside in the rain that I took the time to put my books and things in my backpack. But where was Megan? I was sure Mr. Rapanich had been yelling at both of us because he had commenced his tirade while Megan was in mid-sentence. She eventually did join me outside, but she was braver than I was and had stayed in the classroom to put away her things. She made sure to take her sweet time, too, just to further annoy Mr. Rapanich. We hung out in another room until class was over and then humbly returned to apologize, not because we were sorry, but because we wanted to be allowed to return the following day. Mr. Rapanich was suddenly very compassionate and assured us that he was only concerned for our safety. He was afraid that if we continued socializing in class, we would miss something vitally important and consequently die in a fatal car accident. Keep reading, and you will discover all the valuable things I remember from Driver's Ed.

My drive instructor was Mr. Gall, and my fellow drivers were Megan Lemmon and Meghan Johnson. Yes--Three Megans. I remember my first drive: It consisted of driving back and forth through the high school parking lot and learning how to use the pedals and turn signals. We were supposed to have already done some driving with our parents beforehand, but Megan Lemmon had not yet done this, and that first drive was her first time behind the wheel. Mr. Gall asked her to move the car forward a couple times and nothing happened. Megan insisted she was pushing the pedal down as far as it would go. From where I was sitting in the back seat, I could stretch and see what Megan's feet were doing.

"Megan," I said. "That's the brake."

Then I remember our final drive. Megan Lemmon was the last one to go, and I don't remember exactly what happened other than Mr. Gall having to use the emergency brake. I think that kind of threw off the whole drive for Megan. She was steering us back towards the Junior High, and I was staring out the window, feeling bad for my best friend. I saw two guys walking down the sidewalk. One of them had a tall neon green Mohawk, and it was he who caught me looking at them. He yelled something I couldn't make out--and then he mooned me. The parking spaces at the Junior High had cement blocks in front of them, and as Megan was pulling into a space, she hit the gas instead of the brake, and we had a very quick, rough ride over that block.

Some of the most important lessons I learned in Driver's Ed came from the videos we watched. I remember one video on road rage where this very angry man jerked his car over to the shoulder to retrieve his crossbow from his trunk. Unfortunately, I can't recall what he did after he had his crossbow in hand. I tried to find it on youtube, but was unsuccessful. I did however find a couple other ones. I will warn you that the second one is pretty extreme and someone gets ran over. I was shocked when I watched it, so if that's not something you want to see, don't watch it. The first video is a high class production created by actual driver's ed students.

Ouch! The only other video I remember was about a family whose van stalled on the railroad tracks. As luck would have it, a train was on its way towards them. The family responded by yelling orders at the father, who was in the driver's seat, and he shouted back as he repeatedly, yet unsuccessfully, attempted to start the car. Then the screen went black. I think the lessons to be learned by these videos are obvious.

My favorite question on the written test was something along the lines of what do you do when you see this sign:

Hell Week

2009-02-26T16:15:00.000-08:00

I hate Rexburg! I love BYU-Idaho, I love the people, and although I wouldn't choose to live in a town as tiny and ugly as this one were I not attending school, it is a tolerable place to live. But the climate here will be the death of me. It's finally gotten to the point where I'm not obliged to step out into a fresh layer of snow each morning, so naturally one bad thing has been replaced with another, and it's hurricane season. I was actually wondering where the wind was, as I seem to remember it being my constant companion in years passed, but I was by no means missing it. I was practically swept away in a tornado on my way to class today, and now that I am once more safe and warm in my apartment, I have no intention whatsoever of leaving it again until I'm forced to leave for class tomorrow morning.

This week has been very stressful, but I am surviving, and one of my professors has let me and my partner move our presentation to next week instead of tomorrow, which gives me a few minutes to blog about my week from hell. I'll admit it actually hasn't been too unbearable, but there have been moments when it felt that way. With three lit classes, my list of lengthy reading assignments is never-ending, so when I actually have writing assignments or some other project due, I become a sleep-deprived maniac until I've accomplished everything. I'm currently reading Pride and Prejudice, Their Eyes Were Watching God, and Villette, the last of which I find extremely boring, so it takes me a while to get through it. I had a take-home midterm for my Fiction class, an analysis paper for American Lit, and I had to meet with Brother Samuelson to talk about the upcoming British Literary Pilgrimage. I have a Drugs and Society test to take tomorrow, and originally I had that presentation for my Bronte class, which I was really struggling with because I didn't have any time to research, and my partner and I no longer had a topic because our professor accidentally gave it away. Fortunately, I now have the weekend to work on that. It may not look like that much on here, but my workload for the week was more than enough to keep me busy.

I hope I'm not sounding too negative because although I have been extremely busy, I have not been hating life by any means. I actually feel pretty satisfied with the amount of work I've gotten done this week, and I did find a few minutes for fun, too. Tuesday was Danielle's birthday, so I took her to The Cocoa Bean for some hot chocolate and cupcakes. It was a bit of heaven in week of chaos.

P.S. I realized in class today as I was writing the date on my pop quiz that it's my half birthday! Six more months and I'll be twenty-four. Each year sounds slightly more strange than the previous.

Donde esta la fiesta?

2009-01-30T21:11:00.000-08:00

Our first ward social of the semester had a fiesta theme, so all the Family Home Evening groups made pinatas to bring to the activity. We made a mouse--and when I say "we," I mean I watched everyone do the paper mache and my roommate, Kristen, painted it. We were very proud of our creation and happily carried it to the Hinckley building only to discover that we had somehow missed the memo telling everyone to fill their pinatas prior to the fiesta. My roommates and I were sitting around a table, now slightly embarrassed by our empty mouse. Desperate, Natalie and Kristen began filling the pinata with the shredded cheese that was in the center of our table, it being somewhat ironic that the only thing we had to fill our mouse pinata with was cheese. We all dug around in our purses to see if there was anything else we could contribute and ended up with a meager, but entertaining collection to add to the cheese: a tiny green alien, an orange cream saver, a piece of gum, and eight pennies.

Most of us left before the distruction of our pinata, but Diana stayed and later relayed the event to us. Apparently, our FHE brother, Robert, who knew what was inside the pinata, had the priviledge of busting it open. Cheese flew everywhere, and a poor girl was hit in the head with a penny. Sweet.

I'm back!

2009-01-17T15:58:00.000-08:00

I decided I'm going to give this whole blog thing another go.

So...I'm working towards my Bachelor's in English at BYU-Idaho. Prospective graduation date: April 2010. It's my second semester back since my mission to Maryland, and I'm actually living with my trainer. We have the coolest roommates and we have a ton of fun! Unfortunately, I am very poor, especially since I'm planning on going on the British Literary Tour in May, which isn't the least expensive thing I could do, but it should be amazing! As a result of my poverty, I have been quite the savvy shopper--buying ten cent Yoplait yogurt that's just a day over the pull date and imitation plastic cheese--things like that. (Don't ask me how you can have imitation fake cheese, but the point is it still melts.)

Today, I walked to Wal-mart and bought a new case of Cup-O-Noodles. Those things give me major flashbacks; I used to eat a Cup-O-Noodles almost every day in middle and high school, and then I would steal Nathan and Alex's french fries right out from under their noses. They loved me.

I'm taking three lit classes this semester, so pretty much all I ever do is read, and if I find the time, I'll write about what I'm reading on my Finer Things blog, so you can check that out if you feel so inclined. For my Fiction into Film class, I've read a few short stories: "The Cask of Amantillado" by Edgar Allen Poe, "Rappaccini's Daughter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne, and "The Man Who Corrupted Hadleyburg" by Mark Twain. For my Bronte Sisters class, I'm reading Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre, and in American Lit, I'm reading Mark Twain's A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court.

Win a Free Handbag!

2008-10-07T20:32:00.000-07:00

Hey, everyone! I'll try to put up a real post soon because I know I've been really bad at this whole blogging thing, but for now I would just like to invite all of you to enter to win a free handbag from www.handbagplanet.com. They have several bags that you can choose from. Do it now.

Geography Test

2008-04-13T12:01:00.001-07:00

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Paint with all the colors of the wind...

2008-04-13T11:53:00.001-07:00

I could do this.

2008-02-07T22:03:00.000-08:00

You Should Be a Teacher

You are patient, optimistic, and good at explaining things.
You work well with all types of people, and you are a good role model.
Success and positive outcomes are extremely important to you.
You are both a good leader and instructor. People look up to and depend on you.

You do best when you:
- Can see the results of your work
- Are able to teach someone a new skill

You would also be a good nurse or non fiction writer.

What Should You Be When You Grow Up?

Taking this quiz was kind of funny because all you have to do is choose one of eight patterns that most appeals to you. It took me a little while to narrow it down, but when I finally decided and it said I should be a teacher, I couldn't help but laugh to myself because that's actually what I've recently been thinking about doing. Maybe it's a sign. I really do enjoy teaching people new things and being able to see the results of my efforts, so maybe I really will become a teacher despite the stigma often carried with that profession and the "the look" that I will inevitably receive from more than one person when I confess my career of choice.

What is so wrong with being a teacher, anyway? Yes, I probably won't get rich from teaching high school students to dot their i's and how to form complete sentences, but their future employers will be grateful, and who knows how long I'll be bringing bringing the ship into port all by me onsie, anyway? A single person with absolutely no dependents and no sign of any in the near future does not need overwhelming amounts of extra moolah. With nothing to spend it on and nothing to save up for (That's not to say I'll be closing my savings account), it's as good as presidential flash cards. I would be able to buy a car on a teacher's salary. I could buy a house, a big screen TV, a puppy, whatever. I would be totally fine funding my own cause, and I'd even donate to charity, all while doing something I enjoy and making a difference in kids' lives. Granted, not all people look back and remember thier high school English teachers, but I'll do it for those who will remember me and for those who wish they would have paid better attention in my class.

I'm really beginning to think this is something I am going to pursue. I've had plenty of other goals and I've written up countless life plans, but I don't think I've ever felt as confident about one of my hypothetical careers before. I like kids that age; I get along with them; I can talk with them. My supposed Peter Pan complex may even come in handy. I would always have a nice Christmas break, not to mention all the little holidays that no one ever celebrates except students, teachers, and postal workers. It doesn't sound like a bad deal to me. Maybe I'll even teach college someday.

The Magical Fruit

2008-02-07T21:40:00.000-08:00

You Are a Banana

You are mellow, easy going, and a total softie on the inside. People find it really easy to get along with you. You suit most tastes. And while you're very sweet, you're not boring or ordinary. You have an attraction to the exotic, and you could show up anywhere... doing almost anything! You are spirited, energetic, and a total kick to be around. You're also quite funny. Your sense of humor is on the goofy side, and it fits you well.

What Type of Fruit Are You?

The Hunt

2008-01-24T11:28:00.000-08:00

I'm currently looking for a job. Any suggestions? I'll admit I haven't been putting forth a whole lot of effort. I have started filling out applications and compiling a resume, but I always get stuck when I get to "special skills" and former "job responsibilities." Sometimes I have the urge to be sarcastic in my responses, but then I would just have to go pick up a new application and repeat the process until I got stuck again. Reason for leaving job: It sucked. Special skills: Excellent price tag application training (Thank you Jansport.). It's not like the places I'm applying to require people with excessive amounts of brain power. I just need some money so I can go back to school and eventually get a real job.