Yes, I love technology

I have a laptop, a phone, an ipod. All of those good things that people have now,
But I still like the idea of writing things down. I don't like to take notes on my compy.
I don't like to read books or articles on a screen.
I like to have an address book. I like to have physical copy of things.
I'm not sure why I'm telling you this. I guess I was just thinkin' about it.

The big fluffy shveater

Yesterday was coooooooold. It snowed. And I didn't have a coat on.
SO, when I got home I wore my big fluffy sweater.
And I wore it to school today.
It's so COMFY!
Sometimes, when I wear it, I occasionally go temporarily insane.
And channel my inner turtle.
With my camera on.

This is me hiding in my sweater like a turtle.

And again.

This is me being Daniel Larusso. And doing the CRANE.

This is me sticking my head out of my sweater like a for REAL turtle.

This is me standing on my chair like I do sometimes when I need to see what my clothes look like in my circular mirror. That is up high.

This is me hiding further in my sweater like a terrified turtle.

I don't know what this is.

Or this.

question

If Veronica Mars is a private investigator who charges her friends and family $500 a case (and has a client practically every day), then why oh why does she need to work at the library help desk for cost of living? When she lives at home? What does she spend all of that money on?

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I was talking to Kathleen,

and came to the conclusion that Molly Ringwald, John Cryer, and Annie Potts must be the best actors ever to keep straight faces while filming this.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNGIg8f-0Wc

Werewolf.

Oh Yuri. Wghy is you in it for the fhame and fghortune?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dz7Z4zqPFDQ

Instead of going to school,

can I just go to the park and fly a kite?photo courtesy of

Where do they go?

I know where the socks go. They're little and you miss them. Or you drop them.
I know where the bobby pins go. You drop them where you take them out. Or the fall out of you hair.
But, where do the hair ties go? You take them out of your hair and put them around your wrist. So, why is it that when you really need a hair tie you don't have any?
Where do they gooooooo?!

Matchy matchy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpJM6nrX7d8

Today I saw twins dressed the same on campus.
I thought of Dwight when I saw them.
I, too, love a good set of twins.

I want that.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLWn7__3uqc

Have we talked about this before? I can't remember. But I think we may have.
I just wanted to reiterate it.


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The creamy foot.

My feet are really dry today (probably because it was warm last week and I spent the whole week in flip flops. That always reeks havoc on my heels).
This realization reminded me of a story that I'm not sure I've ever shared on here. So, in the interest of full disclosure (although I'm not sure why I'm fully disclosing), I thought I'd share the story of my creamy foot. Here it goes.

I have a special little razor thingy-majig that takes the dead skin off of my feet. I know, it sounds gross, but it really is one of the only things that helps when my feet get this bad. Last year, I decided that my feet were at their breaking point and I needed to use said razor. So I did. Afterward, I took a shower and decided to put lotion on my feet. I was still in the bathroom and I used the toilet to prop up my foot. But I was an idiot. I didn't put the toilet lid down. Just propped up my foot. I put the cream all over my foot, and spent some extra time rubbing it into my heel.

The only problem is that the ball of my foot was all lotioned and extra smooth. It slipped right down into the toilet. Aaaand down the little hole. I lost my balance and fell all over the bathroom. Towel dangling, foot in the toilet, arms flailing. I was fairly certain that I had broken my foot.
I was mortified. I couldn't imagine having to go to the ER and tell the doctor that I had broken my foot by sticking it down the toilet.

Luckily, I didn't have to. My foot wasn't broken, just a little bruised. As was my pride. It took me 24 hours before I could tell anyone that I had tried to break my right foot off in the toilet.

Then I decided it was too good of a story not to tell.

(sorry that this is right justified, the story just looked weird any other way)

The clear choice

Last week I ran out of contact solution. I know, it's a hard knock life. I was excited to buy new contact solution. Why? Because I got to buy this kind:

photo courtesy of
I don't know if you can tell by the picture, but the bottle is CLEAR!
That's awesome. Really really awesome.
AND, the formula is made just like my own eye juice. It's like I'm washing my contacts in my own tears, without crying.
I just get so excited to take my contacts out every day.

Now for something I love

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Is it weird that I'm blogging about my love of a face cleanser?
Good, I didn't think it was weird either.
I washed my face with this today. And yesterday. And the day before. Every day for the last week.
I always forget how great it makes my face feel. All cool and tingly and CLEAN!
You know that your face is clean when it tingles. That's fo sho.
Plus, it smells really good. If your computer had a scent factor, I would let you smell it, but it doesn't, so you can come to my house or go buy some. May I suggest the latter, as you will then have your own tingly face.

(On a side note, if we can use our phones to track the sales of girl scout cookies and make light saber noises, why can't we smell things through our compies? Steve Jobs, I think I just figured out your next project.)

Dear New Facebook.

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There are just so many things I don't like about you.
I don't like that hitting enter on my posts means that I've automatically posted. Maybe I just wanted some space.
I don't like the way the pictures pop up instead of taking me to a different page.
I don't like the way that when the pictures pop up, any video I watched starts to replay.
I don't like how clicking on a video, trying to pause it, takes me to youtube.

Remember how when I first got a Facebook it was so simple? No farmville, no bumperstickers, no throwing sheep at people. No fluff. Why can't we go back to that? Why does there need to be so many changes.
I try to resist it. Every time Facebook tells me that I can switch over to new Facebook, I say NO! I don't want new Facebook. I want the original. And then Facebook comes with SATAN'S PLAN and gives me no choice. They take away my agency and they force new Facebook on me, causing me nothing more than frustration and anguish.

Gah.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phGzXh3z55c&NR=1

The only problem?

I'm not really in a "clean all the things" mood.

Are you happy now?

Dear Katie and Daisy,
This post is directed at you.
I BLOGGED!
4 times today.
There you go.

Today, I have to do this:

ps. I did not draw this. I stole it from a Hyperbole and a Half,
although since I just told you where I got it, it's not actually stealing.

But, yes. I have to clean ALL OF THE THINGS today. My room has become a sordid waste land of laundry and trash. I think I've mentioned before that I'm busy, stressed, sleep deprived? Anything ringin' a bell?
Well, to be perfectly honest with you, the first thing to go when I become so stressed, tired, and sleep deprived is the cleanliness of my dormitorio (that's espanol for bedroom).
So, today, I have to do the laundry, take out the trash, change my bedsheets, dust, and water ALL of the plants. Big time cleaning that I have to do.

Just Like Marty McFly

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOu8x1gqW3c
(The song starts at 2 minutes 10 seconds. Just in case you were wondering)

This is the song I've been waking up to for the last 3 days. It's great because it makes me feel like Marty McFly. And wish I owned a Delorean.

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YOU CAN DO HARD THINGS!!!

So I have this roommate, Mary. She's really funny and fun, and today we were sitting in our living room eating muffins (thank you Lehi Roller Mills for yet another wonderful export. Kevin Bacon and muffins? How is this place not the most celebrated building in the world. I don't know, I don't know) and Mary asked me how I was doing and if she could help me with anything, because I've been stressed and not exactly silent.
I told her that I was okay, but thank you.
Then she told me a great piece of advice
"YOU CAN DO HARD THINGS!"
This may sound like a simple statement. One that is obvious, but it is not. It is actually very empowering.
So, to all of you who are reading this,
You, too, can do hard things.

The home stretch.

Every week, I start out thinking that this week will be better.
It won't be as hard, or as busy.
I'll get more sleep.
Every week I go back to school and realize that I was absolutely wrong.
Each week I get less sleep, more stressed, and lose more hair (figuratively).
I am just so ready for April.
So ready.

No touching

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuHILqDIvis

I show you this so that you can look at the outfit that George Bluth is wearing.
Because I now have one of those. And handcuffs. And a KAZOO!
Why?
Because I was in a parade yesterday. A glorious parade. Making a statement about drunk driving.
Don't believe me?
Take a gander.


So awesome.

I miss this.

photo via
Of all of the fast food Mexican restaurants, Taco Bueno is the best.
Today, I heard someone say "beueno," and I got a craving.
A craving for a taco. And a burrito. And some pico.
Oh, Taco Bueno. Why are you not in Utah?

motherly instincts

I believe that I've mentioned one of my plants before.

I've mentioned my bamboo. My wonderful bamboo that has gone through more college with me than anything or anyone else.

But, I have other plants. I was talking to my mom about my plants and what will happen to them when I leave BYU. There are just so many, I can't take them on a plane. I also can't ship them. I could leave them with someone staying in Provo, like Alison, Dana, Bianca or Katie. But I told my mom that I wasn't sure that I would be able to do that. It would be like giving up a child, and while I know that my friends would take good care of them, I love my plants.

My mom said that this is a result of my motherly instincts kicking in. I can't have a baby right now, and I can't have pets (my apartment won't allow it) so I'm attaching myself to these plants.

But of course I'm attached. I have nurtured these plants. I have raised some of them from seedlings. The others I have raised from almost dying. Plus, they're just so cute.

Basil

Rosemary

Cilantro

Morning Glory

Lavender. This one is exciting. This little guy just sprouted in the last couple of days. I've been waiting for him for about a month. Isn't he sweet?

Bamboo

Aloe Vera (and my clocky).

Money Tree.

the coolest water bottle ever

Scratch that.

This is not a water bottle.

This is a water vessel.

(the vessel with the pestle holds the brew that is true)

And it's awesome.

Just look at it.

It's beautiful.

It's also a lot bigger than you may think it is.

How do I know this?

I AM THE PROUD OWNDER OF ONE!

After having my heart set on one all summer,

I finally own it.

I just thought you all might like to bask in its glory.

(if you want, you can get one here)