Not like you haven't already noticed or anything...

But I'm pretty much totally losing it. I rock out to Adam Lambert. Ya. What's wrong with me?? Actually just If I Had You. It's quite grand. Also, Sami just introduced me to other marvelous songs of the day: Waka Waka, by Shakira (it's just so catchy!), and Feel the Rush, by Shaggy. (Because who doesn't like Shaggy?)

Anyway. Back to planet Shannon... Remember that dating madness post? I went on a date with one of the cute A10 boys after that. Tyler and his brother Trever took Jill and I on a date. We decorated 'team jerseys', went on a picture scavenger hunt (which included telling Gene the Walmart greeter to say no if any other crazy kids asked for a picture with him, dressing Tyler up as a mannequin, climbing onto the furniture displays, attempting to promote vegetarianism with the biggest slab of meat we could find, finding a headstone with the letter 'q' on it- which p.s. there's seriously only like two in the whole entire cemetery), taking silly pictures on play ground material and debating on whether or not we should find cows. Then we made dinner and dessert at their apartment (complete with a wicked giggle prayer, and then a re-do), and then went to a black light dance. In which I nearly lost my drawers to a giant inflatable obstacle course. Yup. Diving through a hole and getting stuck in some puffy pillars can be pretty rough on the waistline.
It was grand.

The next day I hung out with another fun guy, Ryan from choir, and we watched 2012 with his new sound system stuff. That. Movie. Is gonna be the death of me. I swear. Haha, it's like suspense and frustration and PARANOIA! Yup. Definitely that last one, I was sort of searching for a word, could you tell? Haha I found it!

Sunday the Institute performance Choir, 'Arise', had the opportunity to sing in a fireside at one of THE coolest churches in Spring City. Seriously, it was absolutely gorgeous with the best acoustics. It was one of the most spiritual evenings of my life. There was the sweetest most peaceful feeling in that chapel, and listening to the testimonies of my peers and hearing my own just sort of bubble out (I had a talk prepared and then I noticed nobody else used a talk form so I just sort of winged it) was so awesome. We sang 'There is a Green Hill', 'If you could Hie to Heaven', 'What Shall we Give', 'Who is this Babe'... it was so beautiful. I love it, I'm so glad I get the chance to be a part of those moments and feel that spirit every day in choir. It's an awesome setting. Not to mention the awesome friends and good company you can find there. :p



So. I just took my test and went through all my classes. And I don't mind being frank with you, I'm exhausted. So I'm gonna go veg on the love sac and soak in the closed eyelids/ not moving/ curling up under my blanket moment. :)

Love you all!

Oh dear. Dating Madness.

I think I'm ready to be done.
Can I just take a "W" on it? (On account of it's gettin a wee bit flustrating Haha. But hey. At least there are grandious stories from the experiences.)
Exhibit A:
This one time I went on a date-ish type deal with a fellow of whom we will not name for privacy purposes. For the sake of non confusion, we'll call him Carlton. Carlton and I drove Sid my Sexy Saturn up the dirt road past the Elk Farm on an expedition to find the Mines of creepy awesomeness. In case you weren't aware of the fact that Saturns aren't mountain cars- they're not. Long story short... flat tire. Bent rim. Carlton was kind enough to hold the flashlight while Shannon changed the tire. Yup. She's just awesome like that. Later, Carlton and Shannon discussed the fact that she doesn't even really know him and what if he's some crazy serial killer and now she's lost in the hills with him. Carlton then proceeds to tell Shannon all sorts of 'revenge on ex girlfriends and people who have crossed him' stories. Well, Carlton. I've had a perfectly lovely evening. This wasn't it.

Exhibit B: Randolf. Randolf is a perfectly nice, gentlemanly fellow. Problem? Handsy just off mission have to break the dry spell disease. Or somethin like that. Randolf invited me to watch a movie one Sunday evening, and considering the fact it was a church-ish movie I figured it'd be fine. So the second we sit down on the couch out whips Randolf's hand, palm up sitting there on his knee. I swear it was practically staring me down. It looked like some creature ready to strike and capture my fingers in a crushing embrace. (Yeah. I'm feeling super dramatic today. Can ya tell?) Also, Randolf tried to kiss me I think. When he walked me home. After the first time we hung out.
Exhibit B, subnote 1. (I make up words sometimes.) Next dateish thing with Randolf. I was going to go for a walk with him later, but then he called me before then and I was on my way to the temple to take some pictures. So he came along. Strange? Possibly. But at the moment I didn't really mind so much. So he gets all hand holding happy... and so I get all camera happy. And everyone knows when you get camera happy you have to move around lots. And occupy both hands. And walk in opposite directions of Randolf's. Awkward.

Exhibit C: We'll call this one Jack B. Nimble. Hehe. Clever eh? Jack for short.
Jack asked me to watch a movie with him at his house in Manti. So I drive over. And he promptly puts his arm around me. (Are you seeing a pattern here? Do I just come across as easy action or somethin? Geeze fellers, give me some space. At least work up to the arm around me stuff. It flusters me.) So he was all cuddly and stuff during the movie... and then he asked me on a date date. And took me to 'Mystic Hot Springs' in Monroe. Which, I admit, felt delightful on my sore muscles. But I also must admit that it was pretty awkward. Partially because I ran out of things to say before we even got to Richfield. Salina was gettin a little sketchy. And so an hourish later we're there. And sitting there trying to come up with something to say in swimming suits. There were these bathtubs under rocks where the water came out of the springs... Jack told me he thought they were from a Brothel, and then I'm sittin in one and he's in the other... and then POOF! Jack and camera were plopped next to me in MY BATHTUB! Not only was he now sitting in my tub with me, he was snapping pictures like mad. Awkward? Definitely. The drive home was awesome too. Truth or Dare because I don't know what else to say... Grand. Also, when he was dropping me off, my roommate and her boy were outside the door too. So it was this awkward juggle of people going inside and people staying outside... Oi. He's really a great guy. He has the same values, and he's considerate and chivalrous, and an RM... but I'm just not feelin it. There is zero chemistry goin on in our schedule. So. The buck stops here.

Basically, I give up. Except for not, because I have another date tonight! Wish me luck! This boy seems like a good one though, so I'm thinkin it'll be better.


Also, since I can't just blog without shoving some more of my pictures down your throat, here are some pictures! :D






Yes. They're kinda random. The weirdie phone/computer pictures? Those were me being bored. Sami and I in our almost twinner yellow awesome shirts? That was just cuz we're awesome. And then Sami? That's cuz our room is freezing.

Do you ever just have those days?

Where you feel:

Annoyed
Bored
Stressed
Bored
Overwhelmed
Bored
Annoyed
Flustered
Tired
Sore
Achy
Bored
Stressed
Angry
Annoyed


... Did I mention bored or annoyed?

Ha. So I decided, "Hey. I'll write down all my blessings. I know I've got a handful of those at least." So I did. During Institute. Try as I might, I couldn't fully convince myself that the sun was shining. Then I went to choir. And felt ornery because my ribs hurt when I breathed. Which you sorta have to do to sing. A lot. And then the people who preach hellfire and damnation about being here and dedicated and serious about choir... don't show up to said choir. But then I rode with cute Ryan to visit choir Tanner who got his appendix out today, and we sang in the car and man can that fellow spit out those disney songs. Haha. Doughnuts from Terryl's, the dollar store, racing down the highway and McDonald's run later he introduced me to the magic of Mr. Bean. And Tori owed the apartment ice cream (finally!), so things looked slightly more sunny than before. But then Jared's backpack was hiding in Ryan's car, and people had to do homework, and not even thinking about Angie's bird poo story cheered me up.

Some days are just overcast. Us pessimists are only facing the facts people. Nothing wrong with that. :p


(But I have to admit, this picture sort of makes the happy rays come back. Just a little. :p)

Tribute to Sid. :p

Well. Here he is folks.






Quite the view isn't it? Also here are some catch up pictures. Recap: Cute Mike and Tyler, bathing beauties and Denny's run buds. Pizza from Hanging out with Cute Ryan... Some socks- because they're cute and we're artsy- and some temple pics from when I went for a walk with Regan. Oh. And the hamper of which I packed everything in since I don't have a bag.























P.S, Caitlan loves me. (The vain girl wants to be in every blog, can you believe it? :p Haha love her too.)

Hi, my name is Shannon...

I like Twix better than Snickers, I'm a total shower singer, and I love balconies. I have a weakness for simple toasted and buttered homemade bread, I cook and clean when I'm angry, and I guzzle hot chocolate the second the weather starts feeling just the tiniest bit colder. I like driving with the music up and windows down, and I just wrecked my car yesterday.

It feels like a total dream. Well. More of a nightmare huh.

Poor Sid. Sexy Saturn? Not anymore bud. Not anymore...

When I got into my car in the Snow Garden parking lot, I snapped in my seat belt buckle, and thought, "Hey. I should say a prayer." So I did. Out loud. I'm pretty sure the people walking past me thought I was schizo or something... but I just felt the need to say a prayer for safety and of thanks for everything that I've been blessed with lately- there's so much! I was on my way to Hatch for Fall vacation and I was singing at the top of my lungs to the random CD Caitlan and I made the day before. In Marysvale canyon, just out of Richfield, I was going around one of the especially sharp turns and got sick of the song I was listening to. So I glanced down and hit the 'next' button. Nothing out of the ordinary right? Half a second in time. But when I looked up this huge blur of color was coming right at me. So what did I do? Good question. Pretty sure I cussed. And felt the impact. And slammed on brakes thinking, "don't over correct, don't over correct!" Sid skidded off the road, and the giant dump truck pulled over and stopped. So did a handful of other cars that saw the accident. A little old woman was on one end of the accident stopping traffic, and her husband was on the other end stopping the other flow. A couple of little old men talked to me through the window, asking was I ok, could I feel any pain in my neck, they couldn't smell gas but I should probably get out and away from my car just in case. I tried opening my door and couldn't figure out why it wouldn't open. Maybe it's locked. So I try the lock only to find it sorta isn't there anymore. One gentleman told me I'd have to get out the passenger side, so I crawled over glass and opened the door. One guy who stopped helped me over to his car so I could sit down. At that point I was shaking and bawling and hyper ventilating... all sorts of brave manly reaction type stuff. A little bit later, after talking to a Sheriff from Piute that I knew, I walked around and looked at my car. Holy garbage! Car guts. All over. The whole drivers side was peeled back and shattered. And back on the site of impact? There weren't pieces of Saturn. Just Saturn dust. Heavy duty cars, eh? :p In the back seat there were big chunks of glass from the window breaking. Remember at the top where I mentioned I love driving with the windows down? That's sort of an important detail. A few minutes before the accident I decided I should roll my window down instead of having the AC going. I remember thinking, "well goodness, the drag of having a window down will take the same toll on gas mileage as having the air conditioning on would anyway. But I just kept feeling like I should have the window down. Even though I was driving fast, and that usually bugs me. So instead of stinkin chunks of window, I just got window crumbles. I even got some pieces in my mouth but they were baby sized and I barely even got scratches from it. Luck? I think not. Blessed? Very. Everyone kept saying that it was 'just inches'... just a few inches closer and who knows how bad things could have been. "Now you can say you've come within three inches of your life! Ha Ha..." Yup. Funny joke to the poor in shock college student who is now car-less, but at least her cookies were in a Tupperware container so they didn't get glass all over. :p

A couple hours, and some witness reports, plenty of tears and chaos later... I was in Matt Whittaker's patrol car on my way to Circleville, where Sid was being towed to and where my parents were meeting me. So I cleaned out my car, took the key off the ring and got in the truck to head home to Cedar City.

The end. :p

Quite a story huh? For the record, you feel ten times worse the day after... and BFF's with bags of french fries definitely are just what the doctor ordered the night of. I took pictures, but I can't upload them on this computer, since I just use the card reader on my laptop. So those will have to come later. Like Sunday night. :p So, until then...
God is wonderful, and prayers are answered. Love you guys!

Stamped tramps...

Patience is a virtue. We'll deal with the title later.
First off, Here's Caitlan! I love this girl to death. She's from San Diego and we decided we were supposed to be twins but then God had mercy on our mothers. :p
We had a girls night one time... and we took some silly pictures. Caitlan totally ate my trust. For rude, right? ;)






P.S I had my brown eyes. Sometimes I like wearing those things...


Also Sunday of last, I made dinner. It was epic. We had Cafe Rio styled salads, here's what it looked like except for not quite as good as in life that is real.



...Here's how Sami felt about it. ;)



... And here's what Lisha thought. Haha I so love my apartment. We're a little silly on occasion.



Later in the evening Sam wanted me to trim her hair. Disclaimer: She asked. Yes people, I'm aware of the risk she took. However, she doesn't need to know that. :p Just kidding, it went just fine, thanks. I knew you'd all be super confident in me. (And yes, if you're wondering, this is all sarcasm.) I did pretty good though. It was a teeny bit uneven after the first round. But round two cured that little beastie.



And now. The moment you've all been waiting for. The stamps upon tramps. Although I'd like to think we're not quite tramp-ish. More like. Flirtatiously marvelous LDS women. :p Who found some tattoos that we used to always think were super cool when we were little. We got a little carried away in our giggling antics.




Also. Here's how I feel about life on occasion.



So I make grilled PB and honey. :)




That's all folks. I'm goin on a date. And then later a Denny's run with two more cute fellows. Haha. Love this. ;D (Cherene, my aunt... It's all just scenery. Don't you worry.)

Fifth wheel anyone?

Well. Tonight has revealed a few things to the world.
A) Shannon and Lisha should be stylists,
B) It's hard to find a date last minute
C) Sleeping is hard when dreams keep interrupting,
and I'm sure I could come up with some more if I kept thinking. But it's 11:30 and I prefer slappin some pictures on here instead. So, here it goes!
... P.S these aren't in order.
And I burned my arm doing hair.
And Caitlan's date is really opinionated and I'm losing marbles quickly. It's past midnight. It's the sabbath. Goodnight.