Since I am home from church today due to a pesky cold that came out of nowhere, I shall write a completely random post that has nothing to do with anything. Okay? Okay.
List of words that make me smile:

  1. Pub
  2. Kerfuffle
  3. Chubby
  4. Lipgloss
There are lovebirds outside my window! I adore lovebirds. They are so colorful and ADORABLE. And they stay with the same mate for all their life! How sweet is that? And they love our house, which makes me happy, because I get to enjoy their colorful feathers and cheerful chirps. Cheerful chirps. That sounds cute! JUST LIKE LOVEBIRDS!
I love my dog. She has such a personality! She is jumpy, and hyper, and noisy, and messy, and thoroughly snuggly. I could go on and on about how much I love her. Even though she drives me crazy, berserk, and up-the-wall flaming irritated sometimes, I wouldn’t trade her for anything. 
I have been blowing my nose so much lately, it’s insane. Practically every five minutes I have to get a tissue, which is probably playing havoc on the sensitive skin on the tip of my schnozz. It is supremely frustrating, and if I don’t blow my nose enough, I start sounding gross when I breathe. So my options are: dry out my nose considerably, or: sound like a snotty, snorty, snorkeling, snobbish slob.
Here’s a pretty song:
You know how when you’re sick doctors tell you to drink plenty of fluids? I’ve taken that advice, and have been drinking water like it’s going out of style. It’s INSANE the amount of times I’ve had to pee since drinking so much. I timed myself (stop laughing at me! I was bored, okay?) yesterday, and I seriously had to use the bathroom EVERY TWENTY MINUTES. THAT IS NOT NORMAL, PEEPS. I didn’t have much solid food, mainly broth and stuff, and water, water, water. Then Ryan took me to Jamba Juice, and I got a ColdBuster and an Izze soda. Well, he got the soda, but discovered he hates sugar-free sodas, so I got to drink it! The only problem is that I can’t taste anything, so I just drank fizzy water basically. But it was yummy! Anyway, I think I’ve cleansed my system quite well. The next time you get to stay home all day, you should try it! Drink tons of water, and cleanse your innards of toxins! You won’t regret it! 
You actually might regret drinking so much water, because you’ll have to urinate so often. But whatevs.
Pandora is the best internet invention ever. I LOVE YOOUUUUUUU PANDORAAAAAA
Cool Mormon Message:
Their band is called Shrink The Giant, in case you were wondering. I know I was. I think I’ll check them out sometime.
I’m getting off now. Ta ta!

Just kidding. Now I want to talk about tea. I love that stuff. Tea, tea, tea. I especially like making my own “tea”. Here’s the recipe:

  • 1 mug full of hot water
  • honey
  • peppermint essential oil

Pour in honey to taste, add 1-2 drops of peppermint oil. Drink.

I also enjoy eating tortillas with butter and honey. Sound gross? Don’t knock it ’till you’ve tried it!

Also, I love music.


How NOT to go on a date. (With bonus tips on how to enjoy yourself!)

  • Make sure that you try two wrong numbers before you finally find the correct one, in order to build up suspense.
  • Take four wrong turns on the wrong side of the street before realizing you were supposed to turn RIGHT.
  • Drive past his house, just to tease him.
  • Arrive twenty minutes after you said you would. 
  • Drive in a car that has no AC
  • Drive past area of date, necessitating a turn-around.
  • Hit him in the head with the door to the trunk of your car as he is helping you get heavy ice chests from the back.
  • Make sure you have an extreme case of the giggles when he gets hit- that way you can laugh uncontrollably for ten minutes while simultaneously feeling REALLY bad for just hitting said date on the head. With the door of a car.
  • Remember that in 6th grade you jabbed him in the eye with a freshly sharpened pencil.
  • Get him in the house just as they are serving breakfast- which you two were supposed to help make.
  • Apologize profusely for hitting him on the head, and then telling him the story of how you jabbed him in the eye with a pencil (see above).
  • Realize he doesn’t remember getting jabbed at all.
  • Feel stupid, because it wasn’t necessary to bring that up.
  • Wonder how big of a goose-egg he will get.
  • When taking him home, drive right past his street, necessitating a turn-around . 
Okay, now for the special bonus!
  1. Have a great chat on the way to destination of date
  2. Totally dominate in water balloon volleyball
  3. Quote Julian Smith for a while
  4. Have a generally awesome time.
All in all, it was a GREAT date, and even though I had some mishaps, I would totally do that again!

I’m getting married!!!!

Well, according to Geneal, anyway. She had already come up with multiple scenarios in which I become engaged, and has even taken it so far as to create a blog about my wedding. I’m quite interested to see how this all pans out, if I do say so myself! It cracks me up. My sisters talk about my wedding more than I do- that should give you perspective into their obsession, because I talk about my wedding A LOT.
She hasn’t posted yet, but I’ll keep you all updated on my nuptials. :^)
Weddings are awesome!


Just a small thing.

It’s funny how the smallest things can make someone so, so happy. You know? Like when you catch a cute boy looking at you, or the hottest guy in school calls you by name just to say hi. (YESTHATHAPPENEDTODAY)
Another thing that makes me thrill with happiness is when boys will openly flirt with ME, not the other way around. Like I’m special enough to deserve their attention. Like, wow.
Yet another thing that fills me with glee is…
My cell phone text-message tone. Yeah, isn’t that totally weird?? I know.
But it’s SPECIAL. Every time I get a message, this sexy man-voice comes on, and he says,
“Hey, beautiful. You’ve got a text message!”
ISN’T THAT ADORABLE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? I know it’s a recording, but it feels so nice to be called beautiful by a guy, even if it’s a recording. Silly, huh?? But it makes me smile so big whenever I get a text message! You should all get something like that. :^)



Yeah, fine. I aknowledged the fact that it’s coming. Mostly to just say HOLY COW. Why am I putting holes into cows? Because the last half of my schedule on A days goes like this:
Club Fitness
I am going to DIE! I guess I’ll get really hot and really ripped fast…. At least, I really hope so. I really, really hope so. I’m scared. But it’s too late, so I’ll just have to suck it up.
I’m already sore just thinking about it. But maybe I’ll go from this:

(just kidding. I’m not THAT fat)

To this:

Okay- maybe I’m overdoing it. But you get the idea.

I’ll update you on this lil’ sitch soon.


Why I love concerts

I was going to write about how cool the concert was, but I decided, nah. I don’t wanna, and guess what? You aren’t going to change my mind! 😛
I really only remember A) screaming like a possessed fangirl when I saw Forest Kline, and B) wanting so badly to be up onstage.
I love concerts because of the effort put in by the artist. They don’t get up and sing, they get up and PERFORM, and that’s what I love. Seeing someone put so much passion into doing what they love gives me hope, and more than the vibrating of the thunderous bass, the emotion is what I remember. Watching someone bare their soul for the world to see, and shamelessly flaunting it is inspiring. I want to do that in the world; put my life into words, and put those words to music, and I want to express it for someone. Be it five people, fifty, or five thousand, it makes no difference. If I can reach at least one person through my performance, and somehow make them feel better, than I have done my job.
I feel like music is what I was meant to do in this life. I want to be an influence for good in what I do, and music is the powerful, driving force that follows all of us where we go. Think about it: you are surrounded by music. It’s a world you can’t ignore, it’s a delicate balance of pure goodness and pure evil. If you seek out the beauty, your life is better for it.
I think I’ll try hard, and someday get there.