I'm not a retard. But a photogenic masterpiece.

Bongo, bongo, bongo, I'm so hoppy in the jungle-- I refuse to go.

Busiest day of my life. Woke up at 8, went to class at 9, came home at 12, attempted to do 45 minute Biology assignment for 2 hours, ate "lunch" (two slices of toast and a banana) at 2:30, went to work at 3 and talked to obnoxious customers non-stop (not kidding), came home at 6 and ate dinner, went to FHE (which I was in charge of) at 7, came home at 8, did homework until 10: 30 (ate three cookies in the process of said homework). I have my first test tomorrow, so I'll have to wake up early tomorrow to study stupid Stats. I love life. I just have this lust for life that is indescribable. Can't you tell? What a joy.

I started going running with Maecy everyday, and we really did do it for 3 days consecutively, but we haven't done it for 3 days, as well. I wish I had someone else that is on the same running level as I am to go running with, expecially on the days that Maecy ditches me. What a slacker. Just kidding, it's hard. I really just want to go everyday, but it's so hard for me to go by myself and everyone has such crazy schedules that I'm sure it could never be arranged. I'll just have to suck it up (and in....HA HA) and go by myself, even though it is so boring that way.

I am so excited for General Conference weekend! I love being at home with my family during that time. It is only twice a year that I remember how much I enjoy being with my family, because I'm forced to do it. Oh, and the talks are also quite good. Don't forget about them. Some people are just more boring than others.

This here picture is of me with my good friend Micquel. She is the only one who knows the origin of the title of this blog--if she remembers.

Fantastic Handsome Men With Cravats

Last night I watched this movie called "North and South." Now, you might all think to yourselves "Was it about the Civil War?" The answer to that, my dears, is no. It is based on a novel by Elizabeth Gaskell (yes, the same author as Wives and Daughters) and it is about the difference in ways-of-life in Northern and Southern England. Oh, and there is a freaking attractive main character, maybe even as good-looking as Mr. Darcy. It is 4 hours long, and it has only been released in England. Colleen Reeder (my brother-in-law's sister) lives in England, going to school, and she brought it back. I can't wait until it comes out here. I must needs own it.

Teri, Matt, Jake, and I went to the BYU football game today. The score was 45 to 10. Uh, yeah, we lost. NOT! We totally dominated. "We" meaning the manly, tough guys on the football team. That includes me.

Hurricane Relief

So, I read in the newspaper today that Hilary Duff is giving $250,000 dollars to hurricane relief efforts. That's pretty cool of her. She's weird. I don't know what to think of her. All I have to say is that I'm so glad we don't live on a coast because you know how scared I am of water. I would die of fear if anything like that were to ever happen to me.

let's give the boy a hand

So, I think everyone has heard the story of the amazingness of Mr. Jakeman except for Trisha and other random people who read this blog. All I can say is that walking into my room full of red and pink balloons, with confetti all over the floor and a dozen red roses on my bed was funny, but pretty cute at the same time. Oh, and don't forget about that song "but I can't help falling in love with you." Yeah, that was playing in the background. Truly hilariously amazing. Alas, I didn't get to see him until the next evening. That was sad. I was going crazy wanting to thank him, seeing as I didn't think my thank you note that I left on his car was good enough. I hate that school is starting again because then I will be too busy for having a life.

So, I like my haircut a lot. It was a really tramatic experience the first time I tried to do it, but it turned out all right in the end. I hope it serves me well. If any of you haven't seen it, you should. It's pretty shocking.

it no worky

Park City, here we come! If we can ever get all of us together. So, we were thinking that we would go next Friday because that is Micquel's day off, but I have just remembered that that is the day that we are all going canping with the guys. poopy. At least Micquel already has it off for that. We will have to reschedule our outing for another time, but the sad thing is that Becca can't do it after next weekend because she will be getting ready to leave. Micquel, try to find out what day you have off for next next week (22-26). We'll see what we can do. Becca doesn't mind if she can't come, though, because she's going to go shopping with her sisters and have a gay old time. No worries, lets just try to get it so everyone can come.

I got my first personalized letter from James today. It was really exciting--just like the emailing days. What a funny young man he is. I quite enjoy his letters, even if he is a crazy Hungarian man.

a day full of bogs and poops

So, I go to take my American Heritage mid-term test today which, by the way, was completely ridiculous and quite difficult. I'm basically thinking I failed it and I will be very lucky to pass this class. It took longer than I thought it would, and that made me ten minutes late to work. Oh, and I hadn't eaten lunch yet. I had just eaten a bowl of cereal when I woke up at nine. Working on an empty stomach and serving non-stop customers was way bad. But... the worst thing of all is that I asked my boss if I could have work off on August 19 to go camping, and I can't because it is during Education Week when the bookstore is mega-busy. One thing I forgot to mention: I had a headache the entire time I was working and it still hasn't gone away. At 7:00 this evening, I told that research lady that I would participate in her study. It was only supposed to take less than an hour, but it took an hour and a half. If any of you had a worse day than me, please, share it with me so I will stop having so much self-pity.

Study my foot

I am so amazing. I'm not trying to sound conceited, but if you ask me to tell you a really great story, I will. It's about me being fantastic. I guess. I felt pretty good about it. It has to do with a certain boy, not that HE did anything.

Becca and I just talked about boys for an hour and a half and now I just can't seem to make myself study. Poo.

Harry Potter #6 is possibly my favorite one yet. It was superb, if quite insane.

Peeing in the woods with boys.

So, this canoeing trip we went on was quite enjoyable. Weird, but fun. I think the best part about it is that no one brought their girlfriends. Boys with girlfriends are weird. I don't know what to say to them or how to act around them. Why can't they just go on missions and not even consider the whole dating situation? It is just an inconvenience for everyone. Now, I might sound kind of hypocritical because I am sort of wanting to date someone at the moment, but please disregard this aspect of things.

Anyway, now everyone wants to go camping together, but they want to backpack to where we are going to be camping. I am really excited about this, I just hope that there are responsible people coming who know more about preparing to go camping than me. Teri knows how I adept (or rather inadept) at preparing I am. I have been camping/backpacking every year of my life, but I am never the one who has to arrange everything and put it all together--my parents always do that. I hate having to be the responsible one.

Tommy Boy was a great idea. I enjoyed it quite a bit and I think things like that should happen all the time. Phil and Stephanie cuddling/holding hands/touching the whole time was kind of bizarre, but I wouldn't mind having it for myself.

Make up your dang mind.

I guess I should write a new blog, huh? Here goes.

I have my first Geography test on Friday and I really don't know if I can work up the motivation to study for it. I am so not in the school mood yet, and don't know if I ever will be again. Mrs. March worked it all out of me; well, her and AP tests. I don't want to talk about those wretched things, though, because it will only bring me grief.

I am on to new and better things...like working everyday and taking American Heritage. Yes, I must keep a positive attitude to think that these are better things. I 'm not that miserable, I just can't believe that I never had a summer vacation. That's okay, though, because I never really do anything during the summer.

I guess things could look up soon, though, because I have changed my mind about a certain someone whom we all know and love. I think I kind of made this person think that I hated them for a while, but I'm trying to get back into their good graces. Last night was fun, but kind of weird. I don't know if this person has the same ideas as me...who knows. I wish I just knew what this person wanted. (*Note: the use of "this person") Oh, and this person has decided that he is leaving as soon as possible, if you know what I mean (September 16 would be ASAP). This is good and bad news.

Summer plans? That's just funny.

Do you ever feel like you have so much to do that you hate that you just feel miserable and wish that you would just die? Now, I'm not suicidal or anything, but sometimes I just feel so overwhelmed with everything that is happening. I'm not feeling that way right now but I think I will when I start school in two weeks. I've never really had to do anything during school but now I have to work during school to earn money for school. That's the worst thing I can think of. I really did try to get scholarships but I am not cool enough. I wish some rich old lady would take pity on me and pay for my college bills. What a hassle. Poo.

The extent of my summer plans consist of going camping overnight with my family, probably in pouring rain, and I have to drive to the campsite by myself because I have to work. What an amazingly fantastic life I have--always full of fun and excitement. I really don't mind just hanging out with friends at home, but sometimes I feel like I need to get out of Utah for a little while. That's not happening, though, so hopefully I can get in my "Love Provo" mood once again. Before school starts, preferably.

SWEET (the cool sweet and the cute sweet)

Well, I'd have to say that Saturday night was probably thee coolest thing that has ever happened to me. It made me so happy. I cannot even express the happiness. It might seem silly and girly, but it was so cute. I think that going on walks with a certain person needs to happen more often. I don't really know what to do about the situation anymore, though. Since he told me does that mean he wants more? I don't know much about these things, but I think I would be okay with it if he wanted more. I wish I knew what he wanted. Maybe I should just ask him, eh? Input, now, please. I need everyone's opinion on the subject.

Embarrassing Things

So, Becca has told me that I should write a blog on Jakeman or my hot 80's convertible. There are problems with both of them...yes, I will expound.

Jakeman: If he ever read it I would feel really foolish and quite embarrassed. That is basically it. Plus, I'm not sure I want everyone to know my feelings on the subject, good and bad.

Hot 80's convertible: Well, it is pretty hot, but I don't want to make anyone jealous or sound conceited or anything. I feel that it is something that I shouldn't brag about because everyone already hates me for having thee coolest car ever.

I guess I'll just have to think of something else that is equally as amazing as these two subjects, but not as embarrassing or mean. All of my blogs will probably end up being about things that I am mad about. Sorry, that's just the way it is.

Such a Loner

So, I'm about to go to this fireside for my ward by myself because Micquel has a Mexico meeting. I always have to go to churchy things by myself because she will never go. Yes, this time she has a valid excuse, but this is very unusual. Anyway, while I am suffering through all of these things that NO one wants to go to, she gets to stay at home and get out of it. Sometimes it is so frustrating. I love her, but she gets away with anything.

While we're on the subject of Loners, I would always be one, except that I call people all the time to hang out. No one ever calls me. No, that would make my life too easy.
Sorry about being so bitter today.

In a Hurry

So, this here is my first blog ever. I don't really know what to say and I don't have much time, but here it is. Everyone should respond to this because that would be SWEET. Thanks.