Star Wars + Parks and Recreation? Yes, please.

What are you waiting for?!?!

Over the past several weeks, I'be spent quite a bit of time driving on 169 through Tulsa (that's a highway).

Both going east and west on 169, there's an odd billboard. A picture of an adolescent boy with the words "I'm waiting."

There's no company name, no logo, no indication of what they're waiting for. It bugs me.

So, sometimes I yell at it, "for what?!"

Then I keep driving and forget about it.

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.

Dear Grooveshark.

I'm in advertising. I understand that they paid for the spot and so you have to put their ad up,
HOWEVER
Your big huge Victoria's Secret ad spread across the page makes listening to grooveshark awkward on BYU campus. I feel like someone's going to come kick me out for viewing inappropriate material. This is why I am listening to Pandora right now.

I'm sorry, can we still be friends?

shorry, guysh.

I know that it has been quite a long time since I've written. For the last week my ramblings have been much less incessant and more non-existent. I just have a lot of stuff going on.

#1. I have a group project every week for my 360 class. It's not hard, but it's time consuming.
#2. I have a HUGE project starting for my 432 class. It's going to be a lot of work, but it is going to be AWESOME!
#3. Yesterday, I went to the kick off meeting for L'oreal Brandstorm. Have you ever heard of it? Because it is SO EXCITING!
Here's the skinny: L'oreal gives us a brand that they own and an assignment to come up with a product and marketing plan. You do this, competing against other groups in the school. If you win the school, you go to New York and compete against other schools in the nation. If you win New York, you go to (wait for iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit) PARIS.
Katie, Lauren and I are going to go to Paris. That's the plan.

I hope that I will be able to get back to my blogging rhythm. I just have to find the time.

the staircase debaucle that derailed my life plans.

I found a blog. It's pretty darn funny, and the girl who writes it draws pictures to go with her posts.

I decided to try it. So, this post will involve pictures. And a very embarrassing moment.

I'm studying advertising. In the advertising major, you have two options. You can do the management track or the creative track. You have to apply to the creative track. Last winter, that was my plan.
I was getting ready to turn in my portfolio after working on it for a semester, but I needed to find out the specifics (what information to put on it, what size, when. those specifics). So, I went to the professor who is in charge of the creatives' office (from now on, we'll just call him Professor), and picked up the paper that gave all of the instructions. I was hoping that Professor would be in, that I would get to talk to him, impress him, and show him how awesome I am. I would get into the track and i would WIN advertising! (well, you can't really win advertising, but I would.)

However, to my disappointment, Professor was not in his office. I picked up the sheet of paper, put it in my bag and started to walk down the stairs. As I was walking, who should be walking up the stairs but Professor.
A light bulb pinged inside my head. THIS IS THE PERFECT MOMENT TO TELL HIM WHO I AM! I was really excited.

Professor and I were in a small staircase, me walking down, him up. we did that awkward little dance where you both try to go the same way at the same time.

Now, remember. Professor doesn't know who I am. To him, I could be just another freshman who's gotten lost in the Brimhall. I could be a PR major, or a journalism major. He had no idea that he held what was then the dream of my future in his hands.

So, as Professor and I danced our awkward little dance, my brain did this:



It was a brilliant plan. He would be so impressed.

Then I started to fulfill what my brain told me to do, only halfway through, I saw a glitch. After saying "HI!" enthusiastically, I got this face from Professor:

But the words were already coming out, I had no way of stopping them, just inhibiting them a tiny bit.


So I mumbled "ahmcurrieahdell" quickly and quietly. I got a tiny glimpse of his unimpressed and confused face as I scurried down the stairs.

Three weeks later, I turned in my portfolio and waited for acceptance or denial. The result was the latter. I was upset, but I somewhat expected it.

Obviously, I'm creative (I drew all of these pictures) and I'm a hard worker. The only explanation could be that, upon seeing my portfolio, Professor remembered our awkward incident and thought that I had a mental condition and was therefore not fit to be in such a rigorous program.

Moral of the story:
Never try to introduce yourself to someone who controls your future while standing in a stairway. It does not work out well.

first day reported

Ok. So,
I love my prophets class.
Family finance sounds daunting but good.
If I don't get in the early section of account planning I might cry.
If I do get in, I have two classes with Katie, if not I have none.
But my other comms class?
You know how there are always those people that you PRAY aren't in your classes?
Yeah. They are.
How did that happen?

tom, i like your shoes.

have you ever seen these shoes?photo courtesy of

have you by any chance ever tried them on?
because they are by far the most comfortable shoes that have ever graced my feet.
but that's not the only reason i like them.
the most important reason i like them is because when i bought them, TOMS gave a pair of shoes to little kids who needed them.
p.s. that's an awesome advertising/marketing scheme. i know that that's not the reason it's done, but personally, i paid more for these shoes than i usually would because of that.
reason number 2, they make my feet look small. i am a size 9, not too big, but not small. any shoe that makes my feet look smaller is a good shoe for me.
and reason number 3? the lining has ANIMALS on it! rhinos! and elephants!
they are just such amazing shoes.

i'm blogging a lot this month. oh well. it's summertime. that's why.

here's a commercial that i love.
remember the old spice commercial?
have ya seen the new one?
well, take a gander. it's amazing.

pictures i found

sometimes i take pictures with my phone.
i looked at these today, and well, i thought i'd share.
also, i wanted to delete them off my phone, but i needed to immortalize them,
and since this bloggity blog blog is obviously lasting forever,
this is probably a good place to put them.
remember the ducks that i loved? these are them. beautiful.
this snail was in my path. i thought i'd show it for daisy. these types of slugs used to climb into her house. freaky.
this one's for kathleen and alison. you guys have mud on your shoulders.
don't doubt that i will eventually call for one of these.
this one confuses me. i don't know what it means. i don't know why it's there, but i've seen several of them. (i blurred out the name because i don't know the police captain or why he's supposedly a liar, so i don't want to ruin his street cred, i just wanted to share the weirdness) here's my thing. if you want to make a statement, let's not make flyers that look like your five year old brother could make them. weird.
this was my score for beatles rock band. yeah, kind of a big deal.
this chair was sitting in front of the book store. it was all alone. by itself. the sign says it's reserved. what?