Remember how I sometimes have dreams of the 100 Hour Board? Well, Ambrosia in real life used to be my next-door neighbor. And then this coming fall, I am moving in with Dragon Lady. Anyway, in my dream last night, I dreamed that suddenly I was living with Dragon Lady and Ambrosia was my next-door neighbor again, only living in the house behind DL's house, and we like shared a backyard, and it was weird.

The end.


This is my new favorite hair product ever. (You'll have to pardon the picture quality; I have shaky hands.) Smells really good, makes my hair smoother and straighter than just using my blow dryer and flat iron alone, and I can get snow in my hair and my hair will stay straight and smooth! You have no idea what a miracle this is for me. My hair sucks up humidity like a drought-infested desert in a rain-storm and just goes schloop! Curl!

I love my hair.

Today's favorite is....

Vacation!! I love Disneyland.


I'm also pretty sure I'd love Maui, P.S.

This is post number 666. Wow.

Anyway. Good idea: eating breakfast. Bad idea: running to campus right after eating breakfast. Makes your tummy sick.

Nim's Island comes to theaters this week. I really really want to see it.


The end.


Snow flakes falling on the apricot tree! (Granted, there aren't any trees in this picture, but still.)

Grandbunny Heffelflopper managed to escape from his first encounter with The Predator mostly unscathed (if you can count missing only one ear as being mostly unscathed, anyway).However, he wasn't so lucky after his second encounter. You can't see it here very well, but he's also missing the back of his head. Poor Grandbunny!
Good thing for him today was Fast Sunday. Seems to have given him an extra spurt of energy and he has been able to avoid the Predator all day. Perhaps his encounter with JSN helped with this, too, somehow. (JSN maybe spent the night comforting GH Thursday. Also, if you look closely, they have the same vacant eyes.)

Chilly and I went to YW Conference on Saturday. It was good times all around. First we went to P.F. Chang's for an early dinner/late lunch. Here you see Chilly in deep thought over what to order. We decided on Crispy Honey Chicken and Sweet and Sour Chicken and it was good. But our wait person sort of ignored us most of the time and Chilly's chopsticks were broked and so I kept staring at all the wait people that walked by trying to get their attention so we could ask for new ones, and they never looked over at us. They maybe also thought we were really weird because we were taking a bunch of random pictures. But it was fun.

Then we finally made it over to the conference center after trying to pick the least trafficked route. Of course we took the tradition golf-cart ride and it was funtimes. Lookit how pretty the flowers were!

BUT not all of the flowers were good things to look at. Here (below) you will see the bane of my existence for the entire hour and a half that we were there.
And, from where we were sitting, it was quite obvious and quite distracting.

Favorite line of the night, "Look, they're preening. They must be singing next." -Chilly.

I only do this because Chilly and I are One, and whatever she does, I must do. It's the logical thing about being one with yourself that you do what you do.

This is what you do:

1. Pick up the nearest book (at least 123 pages).
2. Turn to page 123.
3. Find the 5th sentence
4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog.
5. Tag 5 people.

Which brings me to a bit of dilemma, because, you see, I'm sitting at my desk which happens to have a bookcase sitting on top of it (look at the picture from the Challenge if you're confused about this concept- only I'm too lazy to link you to it). This means that I have many books equidistant to my computer and my hands. Like 30 books (I just counted). Also, if I reach behind me, then I find two more bookcases (dood, I like books, OK?) and that brings me a whole 'nother bunch of options. Thankfully, most of those books are picture books and journals that will be burned in the millennium (because if I don't burn, surely they will), so we won't count those books.

I guess I'm avoiding the game with all this blathering.

"At first I didn't pay attention to what was happening with the phone because I knew I neither needed nor wanted to use it." -Mary Ellen Edmunds, Mee Thinks

TAG! Umm... Gee wiz, I don't even know who reads my blog, really. We'll go with:
Anyone that reads this and wants to do it.

I tell you what. This Village is not missing their idiot. Man oh man. So, we just found out rent for spring/summer has been lowered for not previously existing tenants to $285 a month. This is $110 less than what I pay. This means if I'm to sell my contract, I have to sell it at that price or lower.

Please bless it sells. I don't want to live here by myself.

My blog has become very picture oriented as of late. Today is no different. Only today we are starting a new blogisode ("ooooooh. Everyone loves those. Everyone")

This is Grandbunny Heffelflopper (see below).


Grandbunny is a big bunny. Like, srsly. Check this out, doods.


I do not think it gets much bigger than this.

Unfortunately for Grandbunny Heffelflopper, he is made of chocolate and he sits on the floor next to the desk of a girl who is often in desperate need of chocolate. And he cannot run, because he's stuck in a box, so the predator finds him an easy catch.

Stay tuned to find out if Grandbunny was able to escape from Predator.

All you google reader peoples should come look at my real blog and see the awesome new feature I put in. With much love and thanks to Chillylint who showed me how to do it in the first place.

Soo... Suddenly all these people from high school are adding me on facebook. I mean, I'm OK with this and I know who all of them are, you know? But it's just weird to me because I didn't think most of them knew me.


So, Hi, High School people. This is me.


I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong, but this, to me, looks an awful lot like an onion. Mom, I think one snuck through.

Cute and cuddly and you just want to hold it and love it, right?

Red Pandas... are very quiet except for some twittering and whistling communication sounds.

If a Red Panda feels threatened or senses danger, it will often try to scamper up into an inaccessible rock column or a tree. If they can no longer flee, they stand up on their hind legs, which makes them appear somewhat more daunting and allows them the possibility of using the razor-sharp claws on their front paws, which can inflict substantial wounds. Red Pandas are friendly, but are not helpless, and will resist if they feel threatened.

Does the Red Panda make a good pet? We learned that it does not.

Dragon Lady wanted me to post about my favorite heels ever.

Behold, the 5 inch heels:




Hey, doods. So I'm possibly selling my contract for spring/summer. Here're the dets:

Spring Summer contract for sale- $100 off! $293 a month for Spring/Summer (only) plus August Rent Free. Rent includes a set-rate for utilities.

4 bedroom, 2 bath apartment with spacious 2-sink vanity area. Fully furnished with leather couches and a flat-screen TV.

Basket ball court
Washer/Dryer in each condo
Fitness room
Underground parking
Retail shopping within the complex
Heated Swimming pool
Recreation room (Billiards table, piano, and ping-pong)
Key locked bedrooms for added security
Granite Counter tops
Great telecommunications package with optional fiber optics for 15 mbps high-speed Internet and digital television (the optional is an upgrade- you get free cable and internet)

OK, readers. It's up to you. Who wins?

branflakes or your most adorable me?

Brandon challenged me to a cleanest bedroom contest. You're on, dood.







Lookit how fun this is. This week's theme is jewelry. We all know I lovelove jewelry (bismark, I'm still waiting- with a sweet smile), so this was kind of hard for me to choose just one. In the end, though, I decided on my opal ring. It has clearly been well-loved, as you can see by all the tiny scratches on the band.

Labels: Favorite Monday

I feel like I have 50 million things to do this week, but I'm having a hard time remembering everything.

Monday: I think I am done with everything that has to be done? Not entirely sure, though.

Tuesday: I have class at 9 that I must needs go to. Prolly I guess should study for my biology test, but I’m sort of beyond hope in that class, anyway, so I don’t know how worth it that will be. Maybe I will take the test tomorrow, too.
Also have Walking Time with Vicky at 3.
Also should probably buy groceries.
Funtimes with Uffish?

Wednesday: Class, and then my Bio test if I don’t take it Tuesday, and then class again, and then walking time and meditating time outside, and then class again, and then meeting with the bishopric dood. I hate Wednesdays.

Thursday: Class, Walking time with Vicky, funtimes with Uffish? I guess I really should talk to her about when exactly we are having funtimes. Possibly also funtimes with Chilly, we need to decide if this is final or not.

Friday: No class. I think I’ll try to get over to the temple in the morning and clean my room and the living room/kitchen. Haven’t done any of that in a long time and it needs it. Then there is Top Secret stuff in the night with Awesome People.

Saturday: We aren’t sure about the morning and stuff. Afternoon there is apparently Holi, but I’m also going with Chilly to YW conference and therefore might have to forgo Holi (sorry, Tyler, we’ll see what happens).

Sunday: Probably your typical, dreaded day. Only it’ll be Fast Sunday, so probably more dreaded because we’ll end up remembering even more clearly what happened last Fast Sunday (my brain works that way).

And here is my plea for help. Did I forget anything?

"ISFJs are characterized above all by their desire to serve others, their "need to be needed." In extreme cases, this need is so strong that standard give-and-take relationships are deeply unsatisfying to them; however, most ISFJs find more than enough with which to occupy themselves within the framework of a normal life."

I am always saying to myself (and occasionally to others) how I need to be needed. Life is so unsatisfactory when I am not needed.


"ISFJs have a rich inner world that is not usually obvious to observers. They constantly take in information about people and situations that is personally important to them, and store it away. This tremendous store of information is usually startlingly accurate, because the ISFJ has an exceptional memory about things that are important to their value systems. It would not be uncommon for the ISFJ to remember a particular facial expression or conversation in precise detail years after..."

Let's face it. I do have a dang good memory (well, so long as it's something I care about.

I just decided I want to take it up again. Goodness, but it's been four years! Hey, Dad, remember where you put my book?

Today on my way to the airport I stopped by the COB to visit Chillylint and give her and her mother some cookies (I hope your mother shared them with you, but if not then I will make you more! And I am making peach pie this weekend, I remembered, so you can maybe have some of that, too). Chilly's mom's boss also ate a cookie (he's really funny, by the way), and then he sang us a song about Canada. So cool. I love that man.

Oh, I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts,
There they are all standing in a row.

Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head...

Today I am angry and irritable. But that's not what I'm posting about.

So one of my roommates and I were on the way to campus today when this guy passed us on his bike. He was talking on the phone (Bluetooth, baby, it's a wonder) and we over heard him say "I can't wait for levitating bikes and cars and boards and houses." Then we looked at each other and laughed after he was out of earshot.

It gets better.

We get to the next light, up by Wendy's, you know? Only we were on the north end of the street so we had to wait to cross to the south end. Guess who's there? Yeah. Our little bike friend.

"Oh, you girls," he says. "Are you waiting for levitation, too?"

"Umm.... sure...?" says us.

And then he starts going off on how he wants to live like they do in the Jetsons and Meet the Robinsons and stuff like that. So weird.

The end.

If you can smile when things go wrong
And say it doesn’t matter;
If you can laugh off cares and woe
And trouble makes you fatter,
If you can keep a cheerful face
When all around are blue,
Then have your head examined, Bud,
There’s something wrong with you.
For one thing I’ve arrived at;
There are no ands or buts;
A guy that’s grinning all the time
Must be completely nuts.
Author: Unknown

Monk would be so proud. My brown under-layering shirt that I was wearing today was inspected by inspector number 10.

Two Weeks later (except not until Friday):

1. I have gone walking, vigorously and in the sun, every day but 3 days (one of those days was traveling, the other two were Sundays). Also, I have a walking buddy starting tomorrow. We will be new best friends and it will be good times.
   
2. I have attended every class since the 6th. I've not missed a one. I also have a test this week and the review lecture is Wednesday. I also also have an assignment due in Biology tomorrow morning and I am having finished it and am going over it with a study buddy tonight around 5:30. Also also also, I am having read many pages about Wilford Woodruff, to be due next month during finals week. Go me.
3. Volunteer/Service is a work in arrangement. I've contacted the dood that does something or other at the Boys' and Girls' club and I'm to be turning in my application this week and doing training next week sometime. They ask for 12 hours of service, but I don't know over how long a time period. Probably I will try to go in two or three times a week for about an hour a day. Maybe two hours. I'm not sure yet. I want to talk to the dood first.
4. Socializing... Well, I went bowling last Wednesday with Dragon Lady and Heartless Siren and it was social. Also I went to Dragon Lady's ward party with her Saturday. Tomorrow I am maybe going to Chillylint's photography group thingy to learn more about photoshop. Study Buddy is coming over tonight, and that is sort of social...
   
5. Use me time.... yeah, we won't talk about this one right now.

I think "dood" needs to be added to the dictionary.


Lookit my poor shoes. The soles have basically been walked off and the left shoe is cracking inside up by the heel (you can sort of see it in this picture). I would feel sorry for these shoes, if I were you.

I left this:

So I could come home to this:

And just so you can get a full appreciation for what I came home to, here's from the other angle as well:


As you maybe can see, it’s really late and I should probably be sleeping, but I’m finding that sleep is inevitably escapable right now, so here we get a nice, Serious Blog Post. Yea!

The past week and a half (nearly two weeks, now), has been full of Trying Times and Hard Things (if you don’t know already, please don’t ask; I’m not up for being questioned). It has been anything but fun and I wish it would be over, but I see no ending of Trying Times and Hard Things any time soon, and I figure, despite all my prayers to the contrary, I’m not dead yet so I might as well just suck it up and deal with it.

That’s all just background info to help you make sense of the rest of what I’ve got to say (though it may just confuse you, since it’s so ambiguous in nature, but whatever).

So the other day in Church History we were learning about the administration of John Taylor. Polygamy had been outlawed by the government but it was still a commandment given by God (and, actually, if you were a Priesthood holder and not practicing polygamy, you were released from certain leadership callings. Whoa. Intense). The Saints didn’t understand. I mean, we believe in being subject to kings, presidents, rulers, and magistrates, in obeying, honoring, and sustaining the law, right? Can’t blame them for being confused! John Taylor prayed to the Lord for an answer. All he got, though, was something along the lines of “The Saints are in God’s hands and the Nation is in God’s hands. I don’t know the answer.”

I think I understand how he and the Saints felt. Maybe kind of betrayed that God would allow their husbands and leaders to be arrested for obeying a commandment, certainly afraid and confused, and probably hurt, too. But then I guess you have to remember that it was while they were imprisoned that so many of these great men had some of their greatest spiritual experiences. The hardest thing for them was being away from those they loved.

Maybe that is what God is trying to teach me right now. “You are in My hands, and ______ is in My hands. You just have to trust Me that this will work out and remember that at this time in your life, during this trial, you can have some of your greatest spiritual experiences. Trust that I will take care of ______.” (Sorry. Ambiguity and all that. Have to keep it constant.)

I hope this is the hardest thing that I will ever be asked to go through, but somehow I doubt that is the case. Like, seriously. There are going to be things a lot harder that I am going to have to deal with and there will be Hard Times always. Hah. Maybe this is just the good, swift kick that I needed to get myself moving again, to get me to make the changes that I’ve known for a long time that I needed to make, but I was just Not Ready yet (or so I thought). Maybe it was the only thing left that God could think of (short of something really drastic) to get me to Listen and stop dragging my feet.

“I would rather trust in God than in any other power on Earth.”
--- John Taylor

“Revelation comes on the Lord’s time table, which often means we must move forward in faith, even though we haven’t received all the answers we desire.”
--- Robert D. Hales

“We must get on our knees and plead with the Lord for help and strength and direction. We must then stand on our feet and move forward.”
--- President Gordon B. Hinckley

“Patience is waiting. Not passively waiting. That is laziness. But to keep going when the going is hard and slow - that is patience.”

“Blessings can emerge from heartbreak.”
--- Richard C. Edgley


Many, many thanks to those of you who have loved me, prayed for me, listened to me whine, and counseled me at this time. It has meant a lot.

In my feeble attempts to avoid the nasty weather that we're supposed to be having here for the next few days, I'm heading home until sometime Saturday, home to where the weather is supposed to be nice until Sunday. I have hopes that by the time I get back the bad weather up here will be moved out and gone, but the weather forecast says it's still supposed to be bad through Sunday. Still, I guess one day of bad weather isn't umm... bad, in comparison with like 4. I can so handle that.

Excuse me while I go get myself all nicely tanned up in the warm Santa Horhe sun.

Wii bowling I am fairly good at. I can even bowl sitting down in Wii bowling. In real bowling, though, well. That's a different story. I amn't so good at that. I bowled an 83 tonight, and that was on the second game. The first game was much, much worse.

Logic dictates that if I understand what is going on in Biology then everybody should understand what is going on in Biology, so stop asking questions and let's move on to the next thing. Seriously.

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.


Be still, my soul: The Lord is on thy side;
With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In ev'ry change he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: Thy best, thy heav'nly Friend
Thru thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul: Thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as he has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: The waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.

Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
Haste, to your Heavenly Father's throne,
And sweet refreshment find.

His goodness stands approved,
Unchanged from day to day;
I'll drop my burden at His feet.
and bear a song away.

Labels: Svithe

Chillylint was cute with her giant bag of Many Cameras. This is her taking a picture of the Mamma Giraffe (or possibly the baby).

And here is the giraffe.

This is the cute Red Panda of which the children learned does not make a good, cuddly pet. But you cannot deny that it has the Cutest Face Ever!

This is the monkey with scary hands that was at the zoo. If you can't tell how scary his hand is, then you should click on the picture. Then you will see that his hand is indeed scary, like Death. A Plague of Death, even. It is a scary hand.

I finally, finally emailed F-Stop about getting into his spring/summer class. Everybody be proud of me.

Check out the Boffo Oracle (I think I will use this to decide all major decisions from now on) and the Feegle Free-Fall. I haven't finished looking around the main site, yet, but I can already tell it's amazing.


I have cute new glasses! They are black, like my heart (k, actually they're blue, but... ). I have now joined the near-sighted children on the block. Officially. It is maybe kind of interesting and different. Anyway, so now I look like an intellectual librarian always, instead of just when I'm reading. Oh, and did I mention how my glasses are Vogue? No, seriously, the are.

Also, I found a panic button at Hallmark and had to buy it. It may be used frequently. (Chilly, I really think you need to get one of these, too.)

Before all of those funtimes today, I went to the zoo with Chillylint, and we saw lots of animals. Mostly I think we saw the giraffes for a really long time. One of them pooped a lot while it was walking. I thought it was gross and talented at the same time. And Red Pandas or whatever are very cute, but we learned that they do not make good pets because they're not actually cuddly. Rather they are like me and scratch and bite. The train ride totally made the whole thing worth it, though. Even if it did cost me a whole dollar.

Finally, for those who wonder, some of the children maybe still feel sick inside, but they are doing OK and will be attending classes again Monday as usual.

I am putting them here so people can pester me about them. Just pester sparingly or I will get annoyed. Offers to help are appreciated.

1. Exercise!! (Currently looking for volunteers to go walking with me-briskly- 6 days a week)
2. Focus on School
3. Volunteer/Service
4. Socialize (because Rochelle keeps telling me to >.<)
5. Use Me Time

If you love me, you can get this
for me. Maybe pool together because I understand it's expensive.

"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths

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