Lately (DISCLOSURE: I'm feeling link happy today.)

I've been nearly dependent on classical music, cooking, and calls to my mom and dad.
Life is good when you've got those three necessities. Ya know? :p
Lately I've wanted to be Miss Betty Crocker and make everything possible. (Maybe I'll pull a Julie and Julia or something?) In fact I'm thinking I'm going to make egg noodles tomorrow. And soup later. (I'll have to drag it home because Friday is SPRING BREAK! And seeing how my soup is always army sized portions, It'd be impossible.... maybe I won't make egg noodles.)

Lately I've fallen in love with Darius Rucker songs... especially This, this one, and that one. It's a phase I'm going through.
Next month it'll be re-visiting old favorites and singing with Shania and Kenny. Maybe even Alabama and the likes. (Just for you, Dad. :p)

Lately I've gone to bed early while everyone else partied. And I was mostly ok with that. (This is the point where you start to worry. :) I'm the night owl.

 Being converted to early bird nonsense.)

Bahaha. I love this. ... Haha now that I think about it. The night owl and the early bird look incredibly similar.

Lately I've thought lots, and forgotten even more. (I didn't even know it was Spring Break next week until yesterday when they announced it in church! Sad huh? But I'll be the first to admit it was a great surprise.)

(Ok. Enough of my pseudopoetry. On to real life. Not that the pseudopoetry wasn't real...)

Today I got up and studied in the New Testament. I think that there are lots of aspects of Christ's personality that I was unaware of, but I love seeing things in a new light. :) Tyler stopped by to pick up a letter I wrote him, yeah. I'm cheesy. So we giggled about funny girls camp/scout camp stories and such. (It was so random, but I really could've listened to stories for the rest of the morning and felt completely content. He's so easy to be around.) Then I realized I should probably get ready instead of reading more of the NT so I jumped in the shower, only to realize I had half an hour until class started. So I plopped a hat on my dripping hair and ran. :p
We had a sub today, and sadly I like him about seven thousand times better. He brought object lessons! We never inflate mini hot-air balloons with hair dryers! Or watch super cheesy youtube videos of obnoxious 'scientists' doing experiments with racquetballs and liquid nitrogen! I love this guy! (He referenced The Magic School Bus at least ten times. Do you see my point? Exactly, I rest my case!)
I was walking home when I noticed Chelsey, a girl from A building, standing in the middle of the sidewalk by the Activity Center. (She has weights with Tyler, so this is the point where I start looking around to figure out where he's hiding.) Tyler popped out from behind a tree right as I got to it. :p That boy. He walked me home and I started making lunch so I could potentially bribe him to like me even more when he got out of his Intro to Dance class. (I think it worked! ;) Haha)

I wanted to make Mashed Potatoes, but after I got them all diced and boiling I realized I don't have one of those smasher things.

So I spent nearly half an hour with a couple of forks. True story. Sad, I know. But those flimsy college silverware forks just don't cut it. (No pun intended.) But it tasted good and I probably gained muscle.

I should probably go be productive.
(Sorry, this was an incredibly ramble-ous blog.)

With facebook gone,

I can't handle posting only once per day, of course.  :p
Lately I've been people watching as I walk to and from classes, or from my balcony when I'm out here just thinking.
Sometimes watching makes me feel warm fuzzies and smile, but the past couple of days it just makes me sad, wondering what in the world is the world coming to?

For example.
Yesterday walking home from class, I passed a group of cute hispanic elementary-aged kids (which made me smile. Because you can't not smile at cute kids.) Then I heard what they were talking about.
"Guess what I did?" (His friends ignore him the first time, so he repeats his question a couple more times. I giggled a little at his childish excitement. I'm thinking he's going to say he got a 100% on a test, or got a new toy. Something along those lines, so imagine the very different feelings when he continued with,)
"I killed a deer. My mom crashed into it, so I got out of the car and I kicked it and said, '&#*$#$*@#$!!'." (Yup. I edited for your sensitive eyes.)

I seriously doubt this little guy really got out and kicked a deer to death, but it made me stop and think about how society is raising kids to be so comfortable with violence. Instead of it being something that you shy away from or realize is wrong, it's a bragging right. I think that's incredibly sad. I hear people bragging about hurting people or animals a lot more often than you'd think, actually. (And along that note I just saw some guy sprint after a stray dog. With a coil of rope in hand. Haha. Oh dear, college life. Boredom does strange things to us apparently.) A lot of my guy friends like to get really carried away with video games where the whole point is killing people until you find what you want. One of my friends was playing and Tyler and I were watching him.
"Woah dude! You just killed that woman!"
"She wouldn't shut up, she was in my way."
... Maybe I'm just in a really dramatic mood today, but to me that's kinda concerning.
It bothers me.

Example B- A guy in my apartment building has THE CUTEST little girl. She's probably 18 months, or so, and she's stinkin adorable. I just watched him set her in the front seat of his car and speed out of the parking lot. No car seats, no seat belts... no safety. No big deal? Goodness. It's scary how many young, single parents there are because they make mistakes and decide they can raise this child. A lot of times the situation forces them to grow up, but sometimes there are guys like the one who just plopped his daughter in the front seat and drove off like it was nothing. It makes me feel so sad for those kids, who didn't chose their circumstances, but have to cope with the consequences anyway. Sometimes this world seems like a sad place.

But, if you buy 4 'completos' it's only $4.00. (See "Kid History 3" :p)
No really, I was originally going somewhere with that "but". But we're so blessed as members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, to have reassurance that the world isn't totally horrid. There are still lots of good people. And there's always hope.
That's my "I'm grateful for" of the day. I'm SO thankful my parents chose to be sealed in the temple, and that they've raised my sisters and me in the gospel. It's the foundation of my life, and some days it's the sole thing keeping me partially sane. :p I love it. :) Don't you?

Now. Since I've been sitting out on my balcony in the rain/snow/whateverthisweatherreallyis, I'm frozen. So I'm wrapping this up and going to take a nap or something equally lazy. :p

Frustrations...

How do you get rid of them? Because that would be an anecdote that I'd be interested in. :p

Nifty Technology and the likes...

Yeah... today is cleaning checks. See that yellow body shaped thing? That's me. Or it will be by the time I'm finished here and I've shriveled up from total exhaustion and cleaning fumes. :p (How was that for drama?)

Last night I started a blog, and then Tyler came over and we had a verrry long visit and then after that I all but passed out on the couch, so the poor neglected blog post never got to be published. (And since I don't have the heart to deprive the poor post from his 15 minutes of fame, here it is. Late. :p)

That and I really don't feel like blogging about anything today. So.

Here ya go.

2.23.11
I think I've been home for a total of... not very many hours today. I got up and slicked my hair back and scarfed some breakfast while doing some last minute studying and then took my Chemistry exam, ran through my Medical Terminology notes before saying a quick prayer in a bathroom stall and running into the testing center to take test 7 before getting ready for Institute.

Traded movies back with Ryan, ran home, nibbled some lunch, ran back to institute... learned lots, went home, breathed for a second, and then came to the piano lab to practice Hymns because Sami asked me to sub for her on Sunday.

I practiced for an hour, and then went to my two hour Medical Terminology class and played a review game/curses (which was HILARIOUS) and had a five minute discussion with a boy about Tai Pan Trading, and it's awesomely affordable antique-ish home decor. 

And now here I am...

...again. Practicing some more while I wait for Tyler to come to the music building so I don't have to walk home in the dark alone.

(Because we all know that even if you sing the "Hey! Don't touch me there! This is my private square! R-A-P-E, that spells rape!" song that your roommate Jilly bean taught you, there still could be creepers hiding behind scandalous fire hydrants who don't care about your rapist warning song.)
Ope! I think he's here! Hooray! :D (I've been waiting to talk to him ALL day!)

Catch up of the century! Just kidding... but seriously.

Here it is guys...
First of all, here's all the pictures I need to catch up on:
(DISCLOSURE: You're obviously allowed to laugh and make fun, since this is America, land of the giggle at whatever tickles your fancy- although seriously that's starting to change with all the politically correctness and suing over everything madness. Oh America- but I think maybe you should all pretend that I'm really not a total freak and limit your poking fun to a minimum. But, once again, it's America, land of laugh it up chuckles.)

This is sick Shannon. This is the picture Tyler so kindly saved of sick Shannon. :p That boy... ;)

This is how I spent a few mornings... drinking liquefied breakfasts since swallowing was a beast, and emailing and calling professors so I wouldn't fail life again.

Story of the sick week. My room was a medicinal disaster basically.

Then I started feeling better so I made dough so Tyler and I could have a homemade pizza date... and he teased me about my Kitchen control freak disease and so I let him do the rest: (see pictures below. :p)

We... erm. He stuffed the crust. I was the official sous chef, who did very well at keeping her control freak mouth shut while Tyler did the chefly duties. If I may say so myself...

Tyler's method of spreading the dough out was sorta like... karate chop massage technique. Yup. He's going into Physical Therapy. Haha

This one's just because I think he's cute. :)

... Yeah, this one's another one of those "just because I think he's cute" ones. :D

(Hehe :D) this is how Tyler spent the spans of time while different things were baking or rising or whatever-ing. It's the game show channel, which oddly enough is pretty much the only one we watch at our apartment. I think it's so funny, we're like this little old lady group that gets all kinds of into the game shows and maybe possibly even yell at the screen sometimes. (In our defense, it totally helps. :p)

Tada! Tyler's masterpiece. Not too shabby, eh?

This one's because I felt cute on Valentine's day. :p (Also, I love borrowing earrings... especially cool ones! Erm... Miss, I'll bring those back soon. Heh heh?)

So once upon a time I thought it'd be kinda cool to make the wax seals on my V-day letter to Tyler. (Because Gerard Butler is a swoon worthy person to emulate when it comes to romance.) (In case that last comment went  over your head, watch Phantom of the Opera. You'll understand.)

Tyler gave me a bunch of different clues to find him for dinner, this one was my favorite probably. :)

Valentine's day morning, after I went to class, he came back and made my bed (boy style), and put about 12039808 badrillion paper hearts everywhere. :p

So I brought him lunch to the Library. People looked at me like  I was a retard for carrying a plate and glass of milk... and I burned my arm... but it's all in the name of love, right? (Yup. Gasp. I just said the L word.)

This is Tyler trying to decipher my love note later that evening. (Ya know the ones where you put the page number, the number of lines down, and the number of words into a sentence? So the word love ends up looking something like 69-12-5 on the paper? Yup. I wrote him a whole letter of that goodness. :) Mwahaha!)

This was the romantic beverage of choice that was partaken of while Tyler was being a valentine's sleuth.

I still need to get the other pictures from dinner off of Tyler's camera (because for some odd reason I didn't think about dragging along all sorts of memory preserving equipment on the wild goose chase to dinner.)
(Which I will now tell you about.)

So by the pictures you pretty much know the day portion of Valentine's day. I got up, went to class (looking hideous in sweats) came home to Tyler's sweet gesture of making my bed, got ready... for a couple hours. So I'd be extra cute. (What is it with us girls anyway. Birthdays are just birthdays, Valentine's Day is just Valentine's Day... what makes us think we're obligated to spend an extra hour trying to look extra cute on such occasions? Because chances are if we've got a significant other that's worth being significant... they think we're cute enough on regular days. In fact, I'd venture to say that most of the time none of our guys even notice the extra two hours we spend on hair and/or makeup. Girls. What nonsense. :p)
Then I made lunch, took it to Tyler, studied after he went to class... went back home, wrote up the letter that took more energy on my part than his... so much for making it super difficult for him. :)
Then I waited.
And waited, and waited
and waited.

Finally, when I thought I was going to spontaneously combust from lack of patience... I got a text that said to go outside my front door... so I did. And what do ya know? A flower in a balloon. Very Beauty and the Beast style I would say. :p The balloon told me to go to his apartment in ten minutes.
(Ten minutes later)
I knock on the door of A10, and Trevor, Tyler's little brother, says that Tyler isn't home... but he left this (holding up an envelope), I guess you can read it. Ha. Thanks Trev. The note said:

Sorry, I had to run to the store and get something... meet me in front of the statues at the plaza in five? 


Really? He just left me like that? Oh well, I suppose. At this point, defiance was setting in. Majorly. So I think to myself, Five minutes? Please. I'm walking right this very second. 
I justified it by walking slow. 
At the plaza, as suspected, Tyler was nowhere to be seen. I started to look around for a camera sticking out of a bush or something, because he thinks it's quite entertaining to capture basically everything on film. Especially dramatic, gullible, animated Shannon's reactions to all his cute gestures. (Like the time he wrote "I love you" in the snow under my balcony and videoed me coming out to see it. :p He was hiding around a corner, so all I saw was this camera and a hand sticking out from the edge. What a fruit. A really cute, thoughtful fruit. :D)
Alas, there were no hands with cameras hiding around corners this time. Not even a nose and two eyes poking up above a window sill from the Library. I looked everywhere. 
Nada.
So I did what I do best. I became impatient.
And I texted him.
But before he could text me back reminding me that the note said in front of the statues... I found this note! Stuck to one of the statues hands... which has sentimental, awkward value. (On our first date we had a picture scavenger hunt and when we posed with the statues, I didn't notice the rather inappropriate placing of the statues hand on me. I've been a joke ever since.)
So I giggled, and read:

Sorry, I guess you missed me again! Go around to the south side of the Library, there's a staircase. Meet me on the balcony.


Um, how stinkin cute is all this?? (Maybe I'm biased... but I think it sounds novel worthy. I'm just sayin', I'm a lucky duck. :D)
Once I'd slipped all over the ice on my short cut (once again, I'm an impatient individual. Could I really just walk all the way around on the sidewalk? Of course not!) I caught a glimpse of twinkly light type stuff. 
There were candles lining the railing all the way to the top of the staircase! (This is the part where I totally steal Angie's line, "Oh the heart palpitations! Oh the romance!" Haha. I quite possibly giggled like a little school girl at this point.)


When I got to the top, there was Mr. Handsome, and a candle lit dinner. :D Complete with a Teddy Bear holding a heart, and some cute music playing. I just have to brag, I'm sorry. My boyfriend is sort of amazing. :D (I might be in love a little bit. :D) (Ooh. Maybe I shouldn't post such things on the internet... but considering the fact that my family spreads news like wildfire about this... I assume anyone reading this already knows these twitterpated feelings of mine.)
It was one of the cutest, most freezing dinners I've ever eaten. :)


The End.




Almost.


I'm too lazy to explain the last four days, so I'll just sum up. :p 
For President's weekend, I went with Tyler's family to their Grandparent's cabin and played in the snow for the break. It was basically wonderful. :D I'm telling you... this man is pretty awesome. He's gotta stop tripping me because I keep falling for him. :p (Aha! Cheesy joke. Gotta love it. :p)
We four-wheeled, and snow mobile-d, and made snow angels and flew off of sleds into lots and lots of feet of powder, and they snowboarded (I get to learn next time :) ) and we talked and laughed and watched cutesy movies, and maybe even cuddled. (Maybe even smooched!)
It was soooo much fun! His family are some of the nicest people I know! His mom is awesome, haha she wouldn't let the girls do too much of the cleaning because she "feels it's very important for [her] boys to know how to clean well". That's my kinda woman! Haha, she's on top of this all boys and one girl family thing. And she's ridiculously nice.
It was really such a perfect break, because I got away from school and a messy apartment and learning to be patient with roommates (yes roommates that read this, let's face it. :) We all have to be patient with each other. We're doing pretty good at it too I might add. :P) and not really being able to sleep... I forgot about all of that! I felt great, and so happy and content, it was ridiculous. I loved it! (Thanks Tyler and Berry Family!)


The End.

(Again, almost.)
P.S, for the record, I deleted my facebook account. Well, actually I deactivated it. So I assume if I get too hard up and can't handle the withdrawals I can reactivate it, but that would defeat my whole purpose.
I decided that Facebook was not helping my prioritizing goals, and that it really is sort of ridiculous. Nearly every time I get on it, I'm just as bored on facebook as I am off of it. So why not get rid of one of technology's communication inhibitor?
There's my justification. :p


Now, it's the end.
(For real this time.)

Today I'm grateful for...

Tender Mercies... Truly. Sometimes I let that idea escape me- the one that entails Heavenly Father always looking out for me and giving me little pick me ups to help me make it through my days. :)

Today hasn't been awful, don't get me wrong, but there were a few speed bumps, and emotional moments. (I blame that one on genetics. We're all excellent cry-ers in my family. :p)

I had my "Miracle of Forgiveness" class at the institute today, which I love. Absolutely adore, in fact. However, President Kimball didn't waste any time on flowery words, and therefore the lessons are the kind that sort of make me feel like I'm going to Hell. But as long as it's the motivating guilt, I'm ok with that... bring it on! (Right?) After today's lesson on sins of omission, I felt really overwhelmed and maybe even kinda (cringe) failure-ish. So I walked over to the library, trying to brush away the discouraged feelings and focus on studying and remembering everything for my Medical Terminology test- and then "Grammie" Marilyn called. :) For about two seconds I was worried about spending time on the phone rather than in the books, but when I heard what she had to say I was sooooo grateful that she called. :) She just reassured me that I'm doing just fine and that she and Grandpa love me. (Who doesn't automatically feel better after your Grandma tells you that? :) Truly. Who??) She told me to just be my 'sweet self' and people won't be able to help but love me.

Now, I'm not so sure about that, because I personally think I'm a wee bit of a handful sometimes... but it was exactly what I needed right then. Hearing that and remembering that I've got people "back home" that care about me no matter where I go made my day! So a few tears later I finished studying and took my test. 

(But I still feel warm fuzzies thinking about it. :) I'm so grateful for the tender mercies in life... seriously, if you stop to think about it you'll realize they're everywhere!)

Love you Gram! Thank you for being the sweet angel of a grandma that you are! 

(I love this picture and whoever took it! :p This was from the cookout we had for Father's Day.)

Three hours of agony and destruction.

Yes folks, that's my brain.

Actual footage.

I've been doing homework in the library with Tyler and his brother for THREE AND A HALF HOURS! 

...

So, I'm taking a break. :)

I read a few blogs (Angie, I have now officially been inspired to have a mustache party. Also, I giggled for five minutes at your comment on my last post. A- Poor Klane probably feels just like Tyler during cooking extravaganza's... well fed and shooed. :p B- I felt kinda accomplished that my attempt at being clever and poetic with the line of twitterpated hearts made your day. I mean really. What more could a blogger ask for?)

and I facebook-ed for a minute... maybe seven... (But that's besides the point.) (I still think I'm going to delete my account, but while I sat with my mouse hovering over the 'delete this account into sheer oblivion for the rest of forever' button, I froze. It must be an addiction. I assume. Which is probably not good, since all addictions are unhealthy in some form or another. Sad. That's all I can say to describe that moment in time: sad.)

Also, (No offence to Miss Alycia (Crowley Party), but who are you? Anybody know? Because I'm feeling like either I have Alzheimers or halfsheimers...... ooor else I truly and genuinely haven't the foggiest on who she is. But kudos to you, Alycia, for going to Snow! It's basically amazing.

Now. I am going to complete the feat (woo for rhymes) of finishing my homework. Every last drop! (Ok. So maybe just half the drops. Like we'll just start with Chemistry... no need to bite off more than you can chew. Right?... Wrong. Fine. Every last drop. :p)

(Also! Stay posted for STINKIN ADORABLE Valentine's madness. Tyler is a romantic genius I tell you.)

WAIT A SECOND HOLD THE PHONE!! Before I forget:

P.S. Angie, what in the world is Mad Men? (My initial guess was the parallel of mad cow disease but in human males... however, I'm thinking that's gotta be politically incorrect somehow, and maybe even just down right incorrect.)

Dang it Lynae! :p

So my cute friend, Lynae Lewis, blogged and did this cute nominating other blogs thing- (which you can read here if you didn't already click on her name) and she had the audacity to nominate me. Which was blandishing to say the least, of course, but now I feel incredibly obligated to follow up with the whole deal. Here are the rules: #1: Thank the person who nominated you

#2: Share seven facts about yourself

#3: Nominate 7 new bloggers to participate.

(Be sure to comment on their blog so they know they've won, too!)

So cute Lynae, who I met once upon a time at a football game after Dorothy introduced us, Thanks for the nomination :p I feel special now!

Ok. Here's the pulling teeth part: seven facts about Shannon...

#1 I live in Ephraim as of right now, and if I had it my way, I actually might just stay there! I love Snow College, and I love having my own apartment... I think cute Sanpete county is awesome- because I grew up in Piute county, which is pretty close to the same thing. :)

#2 I love sneaking off and helping my mom in the nursery! (Thanks, mom, for having that calling! It's far more entertaining than paying attention in classes. :p P.S Nothing against classes, that was a facetious joke.) In fact, I got to play with three little tow headed toddlers... seriously people, I wish I had a camera with me because it was so stinkin' adorable! (More about that later...)

#3 I feel exactly like this most days when I blog (so really, I'm not sure how I got on your list, Lynae.)

#4 I absolutely LOVE cooking and pretending like I actually know what I'm doing in the kitchen. (However, I've been informed by Tyler that I'm somewhat of a control freak when it comes to cooking... which I guess is kinda true. I like to feel like I can do it all by myself. I just sounded like I'm three.)

#5 When I'm stressed- I clean. It's a blessing and a curse, I assume

#6 I agree with Lynae, in that I'd rather hang out with my family. This is definitely a "post-move out" attribute, because before I'm sad to say it was the total opposite. Now I actually plot how I can make sure no one besides my family knows I'm home for the weekend so I don't feel like I have to split my time. :p

#7 I run away frequently. When I lived in Cedar it was usually to the Library, but now that I'm in E town, it's pretty much always outside the Manti Temple. I think it's beautiful and magical because no matter how upset I am, I always feel better pretty soon after parking where I can just look at the temple. I love it!

So... here's the lucky duck's I'm tagging...

1-Erin

2-Lynae (can I re-nominate you?)

3-Angie

4-Sheralee

5-Michelle

6-Karlee

7-Andrea

Now, I've GOT to tell you the highlight of my entire church attendance today... (which may make me irreverent as an individual, but really. You'll understand.)

So I've discovered that life in a family ward is MUCH different than life in a singles ward. Much much MUCH  more entertaining I think. In it's own way. During the sacrament, I realized it was a little more hard (although it shouldn't be ;P) to sit very still and think about Jesus, His cross on the hill... (name that primary song!) in my singles ward it's so quiet that you can hear the twitter-pated heart beats across the chapel. :p Just kidding, (but seriously.)

So as I was smiling to myself and thinking, there was a family sitting behind us who only had one parent present at the moment, and she had to take the two boys out, which left a cute round faced little girl. So I was feeling bad for her, with her big eyes and "where did everyone go?" look, so I drew a smiley face on the back of my program and handed both it and the pen back to her. I got quite the masterpiece back! And later in the meeting I thought I could hear cute babbling coming from right under our bench! Low and behold, it was right under our bench! (And by 'it' I mean 'he'.) The baby had crawled under and was laying on his back so when I leaned over there were these big brown eyes and adorable chubby cheeks punctuated with a toothless grin. Seriously, how cute is that? He looked something like this:

 I'll take runaways crawling under my bench over silent, reverent meetings any day. :p (That's where my irreverence comes in.) Marissa, my little sister, picked him up, and handed him to me. So pudgy and I were irreverent together for the duration of Sacrament meeting. 

I discovered that if I stuck my tongue out at him he'd either A) grin uncontrollably, or B) make the cutest little face as if to say, "What in the world do you think you're doing with that thing??"

Needless to say, I'd like to rent one of those cute babies for my ward on Sundays. :p

Phone picture post!

This trip home has been a fun one for sure! (Even if we are all sickies. :p Gotta love cold season, right?)
From visiting old teachers and getting a tour of the remodeled high school from Erin, to making suckers and pretzel/kiss treats... it's been a good trip! I absolutely love coming home and feeling unconditionally loved, and all the new dynamics to family relationships since moving out. It's exactly what the doctor orders after long weeks trying to understand and not just memorize the medical terminology flash cards, and trying to figure out what in the world is going on in my Chemistry class. Oh how I love hard classes and their homework. :p (My roommate Sami brought up a valid point the other day though, she said in her tough classes that are frustrating because they seem non applicable to life, she just has to remind herself that at least she's learning something and the things we learn here go with us into eternity. I'm gonna have to view it as a head start on the eternal learning list or something. :p)
Also, driving around in my dad's truck that Tyler wrote all over has been entertaining, to say the least. Family comments, (such as, "Isn't that your dad's truck? Who thinks he has a nice bum?" or "Since this is my truck, does that mean Tyler loves me?"- That one, of course, is from my dad. :p) and the expressions on fellow driver's faces have kept me smiling constantly! :p
So, enough of my boring rambling, here's some pictures! :)
(Sorry they're horrid quality, I forgot my camera and so they're from my phone...)

I tried to make the words stand out, but if you still can't read it, it says, "I love you". :) When I saw it from the outside I decided I was dating a dyslexic... then I got in my truck and figured out the method to his madness. :p

This one I 'professionally' edited because I think it might be a crazy thing to post someone else's phone number on the www. I mean, posting your own is bad enough but someone else's?? 

Ok, so this has nothing to do with Tyler's love notes, but I had to post this... I left my drink in the truck for a few hours on an especially cold day, and POOF! What do ya know? I got a pop-sickle out of the deal. ;)

Moving on to the confectionery slides :p

Non confectionery, but Bri took this one of me and Grammie Marilyn (who is really focused on a picture book at the moment.) :D Also, Brianne took the picture with this frame so I couldn't get it off. But at least it's Valentine's-y and festive!

Breakfast smoothie mustaches! (Brianne and I slept over at Grandma and Grandpa's cedar house, really it was so fun to have some 'quality time' with those two. I love them more than a bushel and a peck!)

Stone Henge! (Candy corn edition!)

Cutesy Valentine's sugar cookies. Grandma M's are much better than "Granny B's" cookies. Hands down, any day.

I promise, these are my reason for gaining thirty pounds this weekend.

Some of the suckers cooling in their molds, I can't remember when this started being a tradition, but I'm really glad it is! How cool is it that we make suckers with my Grandma every year? :)

PYROMANIA!!

Don't worry. There's no need for concern...
I just played with fire in a Chem lab. Nothing too big. :p

We did flame tests today, and just to illustrate how stinkin bored I've been being sickly, those fiery tests made my day.
But really, can you blame me? Look how neato!
Yeah.... I feel super boring because I can't remember one single thing that I wanted to blog about. This week has gone a lot better, minus the being sick stuff. But I feel like since Tyler and I talked about figuring out times for study and date times and things of that sort I've been able to see him more often AND be more productive. Bonus? I think yes.
Speaking of handsome, I'm going to make pizza with him so I'm gonna log right off... Pictures tomorrow I assume!
(Also I get to go home to Cedar tomorrow and see my cute Piute friends!)

Well.

Being a sickey is no fun. Especially not when you haven't slept very much over the last three days, and so instead of getting better you get worse! Basically I'm ready to go into a medically induced coma or something.
(What can I say? I'm a horrid sick patient. Because the word patient isn't in my vocab when I don't feel good. :p) Happy stinkin Wednesday.

(Come on. Like I could really pass this one up?? :p It's just too cute.)

"I before E, except after C, and sometimes Y. And in 'foreign'."

Who invented this blasted language anyway?

Darn homework.


Ok. So we all know that if I would've just shut up and left the post, posted after this beautiful photo... it'd pack a far better punch. But I'm a natural born rambler and my brain is coming up with all sorts of thoughts... like these:
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If the prefix "ortho" means straight, or normal... does that mean that orthopedics have to be normal? None of that mental stuff?

Maybe I'm learning more about the comical capabilities of the libraries computer lab. If only I was armed with some headphones. (There's this guy sitting a few seats over who randomly bursts into that one laugh that sounds more like snores. In harmonic... patterns. Or like he's blowing his nose. For a second I was getting semi annoyed, but then it magically transformed into the funniest moment of this hour at the library...)
(Wow. He's really cracking up over there... haha. What fun there is at Snow's homework institutional facilities.)

I've discovered that I'm a midget. My feet are seriously dangling above the floor when I sit all the way back in this chair. I feel like such a child. Oh wait, I am!

I learned that you feel like a criminal if you ever visit the library with the flu(ishness- whatever this is,) because if you cough or sniffle or something everyone looks at you like you just assassinated Mother Theresa. Who might already be dead. Yup. In 1997. (Google is handy.)

(Bahaha, seriously. This kid. I wish I got that much joy from my Library experiences. But I guess it's fine either way because his laughter is definitely contagious, and so I thank you, random guy with the giggles, for making my day.)

Sometimes under severe sleep deprivation combined with scholastic stress, the song Elvira decides to serenade you via telepathic radio.

When you start craving toast and the cheap-y not very delicious chicken (although that word part is used loosely here) noodle soup and you can actually smell it... you should probably undergo some psychoanalysis to make sure you're not food schizo or something.

"A few signs that you need to go home": when you try to spell blood with an e at the end. (I mean really... Bloode? Why not throw in some extra o's for more glamor? :p Goodness. (And I just spelled glamor, glamour.) Like I said who invented this blasted language anyway?)

Sometimes boys wearing tight clothes who's colors remind me of Christmas, and dawned heads of dunce-like caps of birthday wonder strut into the room like they're the coolest thing since French Toast. (Which is a joke. Because let's be candid here, who doesn't love french toast more than dunce hats?)

You should never position yourself next to a window when you're trying to get academical stuff done. Windows elude to freedom. The blue sky looks so happy and breathable... all the warm lighting of the sun starting to set reminds you that you're pretty much spending all night in this confinement of college duty.

Finally, when you've reached the point where you're giggling because the root words cran, and crani make you think of little cranberries and their grandmothers... it's official. You've gotta blow this pop-sickle stand!
(And with that little adieu, I'm really for seriously blowing the pop-sickle stand. I'm gonna go eat that cheap soup and toast that I keep smelling.) :p

Femme Fatale...

Once upon a time there was a girl. That girl was starting to get sick and so she decided going to bed early and actually getting some rest would be the best thing to do. 10:30, she had face washed, teeth brushed, hands and toes lotioned, scriptures read and prayers said. She and her roommate lay in silence, waiting for the sandman to come work his magic on them, and work his magic he did. On one of them. The girl lay awake, impatiently waiting for sleep. Three and a half hours later, the poor girl was STILL awake.
And that is why she is now officially a femme fatale. But not in the scandalous connotation.
Did you know that in French, "Femme Fatale" means literally fatal woman? Pretty scary stuff, eh?
This staying up all night business isn't really flying for me. Then again, neither is waking up early and being wide awake when I could've slept for at least another hour.

So now, this is me. Minus the blond hair, cool microphone thingy and wedding ring. (Semantics, really.)

Oh sleep. Why must you evade me?
On the bright side, I woke up this morning singing, "Good morning merry sunshine, what made you wake so soon? You scare away the little stars and shine away the moon!"  In a rather Grammie Marilyn sounding voice. And really, who can feel grumpy when thinking about Grammie Marilyn? So maybe I'll have to call that cute lady later today so that when my sleep deprived ornery disease sets in I won't turn into a fatal woman. ;)




P.S!
Since I'm a vain child... Check this out!!

Now to unveil the name of this stuff.... 

I'm not really sure.

I pretty much just threw stuff together that looked like it'd like to be used. (I almost put tomatoes in but it looked like that would be semi disgusting.)

Anyway. I kinda just wanted to show off.

But now that I've put another real life from Shannon's camera picture on here, I just can't stop! (It's a problem. :p)

Sometimes I look retarded with my hair all slickey back... but I guess Tyler likes me anyway. :)

I think we're wearing Barney Colors... No big deal.

The past week has been a rough one, so how do I cope? I clean out everything and bag things up and hide them in my (erm, my dad's) truck. Good plan, right?

Apparently my account had reached the status of "Unsafe and we must shut it down and give you a new card, but you don't get it for like ten days, mostly to make your life inconvenient."... Chopping those things up is therapeutic though, I'm telling you, You've gotta try this!

Ok. I think I'm done being vain. I'm gonna take a nap.