OKkk so a lot on my little mind right now. In one giant random HEAP!
First off, I'm sorry to anyone who hears me when I unconsciously slip into my ghetto talk. I just said something aloud and I didn't know where it came from.
B. I decided I'd pregame for Thanksgiving by eating a significant amount of food this evening. Just expanding my stomach. Nbd. I won't be sorry tomorrow.
III. Roommates are all gone. This is great for several reasons. I can practice dancing in my living room, I don't have to hide in my room, and I don't have to wake up and run to the bathroom only to find that the person before me left a deuce without flushing. This really happened this morning, ps. It made me angrier than when I found all my laundry detergent had been used...by not me. geh.
4. I SAW BURLESQUE TONIGHT AND IT WAS SO GOOD! And I'm not just saying that because I abnormally love Cher. It was so entertaining. But it did give me some new material to work on with my Cher impression.
4A. This leads me to my next subpoint: My Cher impression. I need to get practicing so I can audition to work on a cruise ship/in Las Vegas/with drag queens. Therefore my request from you, the readers (and it is real and it is important): I need you to tell me what song (any song!) you want sung by Cher-voice. I will do my best to adapt the song to be as Cher-like as possible and I will post the video. This is my promise to you. My goal is one a week. Believe it.
V. I actually do want to/will see the Justin Bieber movie that comes out in February.
F. In 5th grade I couldn't spell February right. I would forget the first 'r'. So embarrassing.
Every year, BYU's annual OcTUBAfest takes place around Halloween.
This is a four day event with a tuba concert each night.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. What could be better than four nights of tuba music?!
I go pretty much every year, thanks to a good friend who introduced me to the wonders
of the tuba.
Every year is good, but this year was extra good because of the world famous Oystein Baadsvik!
What? You don't know who Oystein Baadsvik is? Shame on you.
He's only the best tuba player IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD! The only guy to actually make it a career being a tuba soloist. (ps yes this is what my life has become).
Anyways, he came a few years ago and I got to hear him play and he is absolutely amazing.
Proof: (from 4:00 to about 4:30 it gets pretty good)
This year was monumental in my tuba life obsession.
Oystein, the man himself, SERENADED ME! I was sitting in the front row and for his encore performance he knelt down right in front of me and played straight into my soul. As embarrassing as it sounds, I was giddy. Then, he blew me not one but TWO kisses during his bows.
I have been doing some pretty awesome things since I've been back from Korea...and I can hardly believe its already been three months since I was in that glorious land of the morning calm. I seriously miss it every single day.
But I also love America. A lot.
(and if you see a certain friend of mine (janna), ask her
for a rendition of the song 'I'm Proud to be an American'. it changed my life).
These are a few of my favorite things:
Good looking friends
(concerts attended since being back: B.O.B/Jason DeRulo, Styx!, Neon Trees, and couple local bands. bam!)
"thot 4 da day: A GIFT NEGLECTED IS A GIFT LOST. jah blez"
Well, I guess its been a long time coming.
Using my serious stalking skills and personal behavior with strangers (in a non-creepy way, of course), I was able to track down Mr. Howeezi himself. It took time, talent, a drive to SLC, and a few text messages, but it was worth it.
Ok ok, so it probably wasn't.
I was really excited to get our thoughts of the day rolling again. They were just so inspiring! And life changing, if I do say so myself.
And they did inspire for awhile, but they quickly ended.
After about two weeks of sporadic texts and one fallen get-together, I got the note that changed everything.
Howeezi was here and wanted to get together.
Unsure whether or not I should go, some friends pushed me to his location and it was a glorious reunion. Well, it was glorious because I beat his cousins at tetris.
The interaction with Howie was less than impressive. It included a run to McDonalds wherein he bought $22 worth of burgers and french fries. We actually talked about french fries the entire drive home. He tried feeding me some, but I said no thanks.
And thats when I knew. It couldn't survive any longer. This was one of those relationships that just needed to die.
And so it is. I haven't heard from him since the french fries conversation.
It was a good run, lasting quite a few years. But I guess he was right.
A gift neglected is a gift lost.
ps: i currently have a spot open for a polynesian friend, if you know any
Here I am. A 24 year old girl in a world rapidly going and going and going, with so many problems and despair but also (i believe) more goodness and beauty and light. And I have this blog.
This blog that seemingly doesn't seem like much to any passerby. Another random assortment of ramblings shared to whomever will take the time to glance it over or maybe even read it.
It's a place where I document my quirks, my thoughts, my daily activities.
But lately I've felt as though this little blog should either go big or go home.
I fear for the truth that are my real feelings and desires. That they will be exposed. I fear sharing too much information about things that probably shouldn't be shared. This fear, I admit, partially stems from an English writing assignment gone wrong, but it also comes from the fact that we all fit certain stereotypes, and when someone doesn't always fit into one particular category, we don't understand, and we then continue to only see an individual in this way. We make people fit. We rarely see the beauty of a homeless woman or the sincerity of a politician because these characteristics don't fit into the mold we've already built them to be. People are complex. Everyone has a little bit of something in them that they want to share; that they want people to notice.
So that leads me to this blog.
My little, toddler-aged blog.
I want this blog to be a better representation of all of me, not just part of me. I want it to show all my words, not just the funny ones. I want it to be good and honest and true. I want to get below the surface of my obsession with the Backstreet Boys (but really, NKOTB and BSB together?!?! on tour?!?! my heart hasn't stopped beating since i found out) and I want to delve into the thoughts that seemingly flow through my mind but that never find their way to the internet world.
Because I mean, the internet for sure needs me to contribute to its genius. Right?
So while it will probably still continue in mostly the same fashion, I will sprinkle my heart through more of it, and hopefully the internets will find a place for it in its world wide arms.