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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 ...