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Singing Umbrella by Rihanna. You're welcome. Happy New Year!!

No work today means blogging! It is about the only thing I have on my to-do list and I feel great about it. I hope you agree. I love flying. I actually just love going to the airport, even if I'm not flying so mewhere. There's something liberating about going somewhere else. To me, an airpla ne is a magical machine that can transport us to a place that will change us. That is why I think I love traveling so much. These places, but more importantly the people who live there, are full of different ideas and customs and lifestyles that they almost force us to reassess what we believe and how we live. Then these seemingly stark contrasts can somehow transform into commonalities. To be able to connect with someone from such a different background from your own is one of my favorite things to do. It amazes me every time. It is one of my biggest sources of happiness. 2010 was a great year. Maybe one of my best yet. It was full of wonderful experiences, unexpected friendsh...

There's a pretty significant blizzard happening outside my window right about now. Because of this snow, and the fact that I haven't gone shopping for food since returning from vacation, I had to do some pretty seriously scrounging around for dinner. I've ended up with half frozen pizza and some mashed potatoes. It is rather delicious. I'm just bummed I don't have any milk to make some instant pudding. Sometimes life is hard! And while I sit here, alone in my apartment, basking in the silence surrounding me, I can't help but reflect on how much I hate cats. They really do suck. Don't get me wrong. I hate dogs just as much as the next guy (probably more, actually) but cats also require a certain level of abhorrence. Especially when they meow. OHHH how I despise them when they meow! And a cat in heat makes the worst sound known to mankind. Pictures of cats that will make you hate them too: You're welcome.

This morning I was welcomed back from vacation as I went outside to scrape all the ice off my car. As I was moving from the drivers side of the front window to the passenger side, gravity plus ice equaled me sprawling all over the pavement in a matter of seconds. I spent the first half of my day wondering why the entire left side of my body was sore and then trying to forget about the intimate relationship I developed with the parking lot. I think I sprained my ankle. So then this entire afternoon I spent thinking about the other two times in my life I have sprained my ankle(s). Story #1: We all remember that I have many brothers, and having them be brothers instead of sisters inspired many things in my life that weren’t normal for most little girls. Anyways, in our house there are 12 steps going from the hallway by the kitchen to the upstairs where all of our bedrooms are. When we were young children we loved jumping down the stairs. Loved it. We would do it all ...

So this break I've had a lot of time to think. But mostly I watched Law and Order during that time, so it wasn't super productive. It was the UK version though, so it required a bit more attention than the standard SVU. Did you know they still wear wigs in court there?! Weird, but cool. Anyways, I was looking at blog information the other day, trying to regain the strength and passion I once had for this blog. I meandered over to Google analytics and checked out my old numbers. And the numbers say that most of you, my readers, are racist. I'm sorry, its just what Google says, not me. People ran away from this blog faster than I could say kimchi when I went off to teach for the year. I will admit I was a tad shocked to see such a drop in numbers. But I get it. I'll stop talking about it. I promise to be funny again. It's a resolution. No more Asian stories for you, unless they're stereotypical Asian stories...like how my female Korean coteachers were the...

I AM OBSESSED WITH ANGRY BIRDS. It's a serious problem. You see, I first made fun of my friend who was playing it. Thinking it was so lame. I mean, you propel birds in a slingshot to hit evil pigs that grin if they survive the level. It is not that awesome in description. But in actuality it is like crack cocaine. Once you start it you cannot stop it. I played it so much in one day that when I went to bed at night I saw birds and stone bricks and felt sad about my life. Good news is I'm almost done with the game. Bad news is I'm almost done with the game. The bomb ones are my favorite.

So there's this kid at church who, I'll be honest, I've never had a real conversation with. He seems like a lovely young man and just super nice. But there is one thing I would like to know. Does he have alopecia? I can't just bring it up, can I? I am fascinated by this kid's lack of hair on a weekly basis. His head is so shiny and his absence of eyebrows just makes me want to run my fingers over his face. I think of Stan Sitwell from Arrested Development every week, too. And his various eyebrows for different occasions. Which, if I had alopecia, I would totally do. Also, did you know some animals have alopecia? Examples: (warning: these pictures are hard to look at but also hard to look away from) First up: a monkey And secondly: i'll give you a dollar if you can guess what this one is You are welcome! Happy Monday

I just need to say it: Stanley Tucci is maybe my most favorite actor. Ever. Also, and not surprisingly, I'm attracted to him, even with (because of?) that beautiful mustache. Cam isn't bad either.

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 ...

NKOTBSB!!! I'm thinking the July 3, 2011 date in Las Vegas.

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 straigh...

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: Bear Lake Good looking friends Football Music (concerts attended since being back: B.O.B/Jason DeRulo, Styx!, Neon Trees, and couple local bands. bam!) Family Like McDonalds says, I'm loving it.

"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 bough...

The truth. 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 ...

-Backstreet Boys cruise being sold out and the only tickets I've been able to find are outrageously expensive -CHER skipping the months of November and December with her Vegas show, therefore thwarting all plans I had of going to Vegas on my 25th birthday to sing "Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves" with her on stage. You know it would've happened. (what should i do for my birthday now?!) -the movie Social Network . Knowing I've been a part of FB since the first year it existed, but then also realizing I've been a part of it since it started. Awesome or lame? What did we do before FB? I don't even remember. Maybe read books? -Stupid earphones I bought from Best Buy that don't work very well -Staying up late every single night for no good reasons -BYU football being horrible Good thing I have frozen yogurt, great friends, sweet family, and slurpees from 7-11 to make all of these things just slip awayyy

YO YO YO BLOGGING WORLD! I had a most excellent weekend. I ended up going home to Colorado to visit the family and it was pretty much perfect. As I was going through the stuff I have left in my old room, I came across a gem. You know when you were younger and in English class you had a journal you had to write in every day on a specific topic the teacher assigned? Yeah, I found one of mine. So in order to immortalize my words of the past, and to see how much I have (or haven't changed), I'm planning on making known some of the more entertaining journal entries. And so it begins... August 19, 1999 "Annoying Things" I think people who smoke are really annoying because they stink and are killing themselves. I also think dog barking is annoying. Especially at night. My brother plays really loud guitar music, too, and that really bugs me. I think people who brag are annoying. They just keep on talking and talking about themselves. The last really annoying thing I ...

How I find Donald Trump attractive: Watching shows like Jersey Shore (fist pump): Mullets (ps every time i google mullets i just get happy)

(A poem to describe my lunch hour) It was a good day to be had, for lunch was longer than normal. I went to eat a salad and sandwich at Zupas; not too formal. Darren and Janna and Nikki were there, I'm no longer popular in Provo, I fear. Everyone said hello, but not to me, Nikki wins at life it seems. Thai peanut salad entered my tummy, And while I ate I laughed because we're so damn funny. Backstreet Boys played overhead, I danced and sang and dreamed of Nick Carter in my bed. TMI for my family, this poem has crossed that line, But its ok because thats how I rhyme. Then lunch had to be over and we said our goodbyes, And my sandwich fell on the pavement, oh me oh my(s). fin . (don't worry. i picked it back up and put it in my purse. saved that for later!) ps we are the dream team