In Your Boat

I went to London and made a video

2011-09-26T04:05:00.000-06:00

Swimming lessons at the Dyer pool

2011-05-24T10:49:00.003-06:00

This summer I will be teaching swimming lessons in the mornings beginning July 10 at $40 a session. Each session will be every day for 2 weeks, and classes will be 30 min.

Levels

1- Beginning. Learning to hold breath, blow bubbles and float on their back

2- Learning to kick in their tummy, and early crawl stroke

3- Continue crawl stroke and learn beginning back stroke

I have 3 years experience life guarding and teaching swimming lessons at Curtis High school. Feel free to ask about private lessons for more advanced swimmers.

Please email Dye04001@gmail.com if you are interested.

Water Aerobics

2011-05-24T10:00:00.002-06:00

This summer I will be teaching water aerobics starting July 11, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 10 am. Each class will be $5 a person lasting 45 min. It's a fun way to stay fit, change up a work out, or just an excuse to socialize.

Email Dye04001@gmail.com for more information

A good looking bunch

2011-02-17T11:29:00.001-07:00

Thanks to JONATHAN CANLAS

Latch Key

2010-12-07T18:14:00.002-07:00

Why was it that hot lunch is acceptable, but hot breakfast was not? It certainly said something about your home life. Kids who get hot breakfast might as well not use a backpack.

What is in children's backpacks anyway? One tiny folder to hold flyers? As an adult, I would scrap the backpack, and just carry the folder. So why did I judge the kids who thought ahead? Probably the same reason I judged kids that used airport backpacks.

Why does making a face make you stronger?

2010-11-29T12:26:00.003-07:00

I was at the gym today, and I was using a machine that was directly across from a guy working on his shoulders. I was forced to watch this guy do his reps, and I couldn't help but wonder, did he just smell something bad? Or does contorting your nose and mouth actually help you lift more? Do I make that face when I lift weights? And how do I take a picture of him with my phone without being too obvious?

I am thankful for Jonas

2010-11-22T19:26:00.001-07:00

There's a dachshund in my bed

2010-11-19T13:01:00.003-07:00

Watch closely to how my dog gets into my bed (sorry it's sideways)

I AM A COMPUTER

2010-11-16T02:18:00.000-07:00

I always love these. Especially when they resemble real words, but aren't quite real.

I often find myself wanting to tell the blogger what my word is.

Comin up on 1 year

2010-11-15T00:47:00.002-07:00

As I approach the land mark of being graduated for one year, I realize not a lot has happened in the last year. I blame it on Post College Crisis, or PCC if you will. It is like a midlife crisis, only I don't have the money to go out and buy a harley, or upgrade the twins, so I invested myself in self wallowing.

PCC. No one tells you about it, no one warns you of it. Your whole life you are told to go to school, go to college. Well you finish college, then what? Get a job. Check. Now what, what do you work for? Go to grad school? I learned how to do the bare minimum to pass, I'm not a student. I feel a little bit like I spent my entire life waiting to get out of jail, but now that I am, I'm lost. Can't I just go back to making license plates and belt buckles?

After a year, I've accepted that it's harder to make friends, it's hard to stay motivated, and it's hard to go to church alone. But I do it, so that the next leg of my life can start

Happy Halloween

2010-10-31T01:14:00.000-06:00

This is my mom's favorite holiday, but

this my have been her favorite day of all time

Crime does not pay

2010-10-21T23:54:00.005-06:00

My rebellious streak started and ended with the robbery of the local Pay N Save. I was probably about 5 years old at the time. I was there shopping with my mom when I spotted some much needed balloons at eye level, right next to the check out. (Well placed Pay N Save.) I told my mom how much I needed them. She snapped back with something that sounded like you can't have anything you want. So I took the matter into my own hands and STOLE the balloons. I suddenly acted bored with the store and told my mom I'd meet her in the car. She had no idea. When she got in the car, she heard some balloon mischief coming from the way back. About a 10th of a second later, she had the hatch open and was already in the store returning the goods.

Lesson learned: Mom knows.

Sometimes you cry till you laugh

2010-10-13T22:06:00.002-06:00

It's funny that Flex posted this because tonight I made a much needed Mcdonalds run for a good mix of coke, and as I bit into my tear soaked cookie, I thought about how I was literally eating my feelings.

Too Much Technology

2010-10-02T22:49:00.004-06:00

As a stay at home mom [for the week], I've been watching a lot of TV. (I hear it's part of the job description). Day time TV has a whole new breed of commercials. Everything being advertised is for *cleaning products. What are they trying to say? Are homes with house-wives more clean than those without? Also, what's this business about spin brush technology? Or scrubbing action technology? Every commercial advertises some sort of specialized technology to make their product the best. Doesn't technology refer to Wifi, Apples, fun cookers and CSI? Whatever happened to a little elbow grease to get something clean?

I found myself telling my pseudo-children that they've been on the computer too long, they need to go play outside and get away from technology. No matter what we do, technology just wont leave us alone.

Oh well, at least now we can enhance our exact location. Thanks Google Maps!

*Unless you're on the game show channel. Those commercials are for diabetes and petmeds

What's in a name?

2010-09-28T15:36:00.003-06:00

Whenever I am asked something unique about me, I always say that I was named after my twin aunts. However, it's when I tell them my name, they really get thrown through a loop. There aren't a lot of Marion's in the world, but at least enough that you know it's not a made up name. When I introduce myself, it's always followed by a list of references.

See: Maid Marion

Marion the Librarian

Marion G Romney (my favorite reference in Utah)

Marion Cotillard

Marion Lybbert

Marion Donovan (the inventor of disposable diapers)

This becomes especially difficult when restaurants ask for a name to associate my order with. I don't have enough time to give them a person to familiarize them with, so I try especially hard to annunciate, but Im always left picking up food for MARY, MARY-ANN, and MIRIUM.

One day I had a big idea to say my name is "M" to avoid the confusion. can't mix that up right? Wrong. The cashier looked at me like I was crazy, and was like JUST M??? Yes, JUST m. Lot's of people go by M, but it's usually written Em. Either way, pronounced M. I ignored the girl and figured she was just an idiot and waited for my french toast. When my order was up, it sat on the counter with another order than had been ready for a while, but they took a while to come pick it up. When she saw my ticket, instead of just reading what it says, she called out to the cashier, "WHAT IS THIS M????" (With a terrible Utah accent and a look of horror on her face). Apparently, she's an idiot too. During her confusion, the people that the old french toast belonged to snatched up my new warm french toast, and I was stuck with their cold order.

Now I don't know what to tell them. Good thing french toast is bottomless

Bonbons and Soaps

2010-09-27T08:58:00.003-06:00

For the next week, I will be the single mom of these 3.

This first morning went great. Everyone woke up on time, had breakfast, brushed everything that needs brushing, remembered their lunches and ran off to school. We'll see if they have this much enthusiasm tomorrow. Until then, I have the next 6 hours to myself to catch up on my stories.

T9word

2010-09-21T11:37:00.002-06:00

If=He

Hate=Have

Of=Me

Kiss=Lips

Eat=Fat

Good=Gone=Home

and my favorite,

Carpet=Barret

My Deep Dark Secret

2010-09-15T01:13:00.000-06:00

My Screen name was [is] QTGirl164.

A Purse War, On A Global Scale

2010-09-13T18:26:00.002-06:00

Exhibit A: My mom leaves her purse in the Pendleton Wendy's, Sunday August 29. About 20 minutes after continuing our journey, we receive a phone call informing us of the incident. After retrieving the missing goods, we were pleased to discover that all items were in place, including a large sum of cash.

Exhibit B: My sister in law leaves her purse at the Spokane Jack in the Box, Sunday September 12. The purse was discovered missing over an hour later. When retrieved, all items were accounted for, including my Ipod.

Exhibit C: A few hours later on that same September Sunday, I left my purse at the Missoula Taco Bell. It was discovered as soon as we got back onto the highway. Once again, all items were still there.

My conclusion: The Pacific Northwest is honest. Also, never travel on a Sunday... or maybe it was because it was Sunday that everyone was feeling especially honest.

Tell us a story!!!!

2010-09-06T22:58:00.000-06:00

I went camping a month ago with my nieces ages 7 & 8. After settling into our sleeping bags, they begged, "Mare tell us a story!" "Yeah! One from when you were little!" I couldn't think of one, and I was tired, but they kept probing me and giving me ideas. So I thought and I thought and I told them a dumb story from my childhood. When I was done, they compared it to stories about them and asked for more. Pretty soon, I didn't need too much coaxing, and I just started rattling off stories. After a while, we quit telling stories and went to sleep.

When they woke up in the morning, I was still asleep in the tent, and my brother in law was helping them with breakfast. He asked them how sharing a tent with me was when Lilly replied, "uhh? it was good. But Mare wanted to tell SO many stories! I just wanted to go to bed, but she just wanted to keep telling stories!"

You can't win

Counting

2010-09-05T23:17:00.000-06:00

I count.

A lot.

When Im walking home, I count my steps. When I drive long distances, I count the miles. When I run, I count the minutes. No seconds. When I'm bored and I want time to pass. I count.

Seriously.

The Format

2010-09-04T11:39:00.000-06:00

Looking back on past posts, I've noticed that I have a blogging format. It is as follows....

Funny/ Attention grabbing title

(Possible Related Picture)

Paragraph that makes fun of something that everyone does.

Quick change to real subject of blog, which is to make fun of something else that everyone does.

Closing one liner to tye it all together

(If I only I learned how to structure my papers so well)

Hanging out with pregnant girls makes me think I rule the world

2010-09-02T23:03:00.001-06:00

I have about 3 friends in Provo. 2 of which are my sisters in law. They are both pregnant. It's very exciting having these babies coming. That will nearly double my Provo friend count. However, I don't think it's a good idea for me to be spending so much time with them. I think Im tricking my body to think Im pregnant. I eat when they do, what they eat and the same amount. Im to the point where when Im not with them, I still want pickles and ice cream, and very sour sprite sounds good. Let's just say my pants don't fit how they used to. I blame it on the baby weight. I just don't understand why no one runs out to buy me watermelon the second I crave it?

It's 11 pm, and all I want is a turkey sandwich.

Separated at birth? Perhaps

2010-08-08T01:27:00.003-06:00

Good news. I think Im related to Michael Jackson

Abe

2010-08-06T00:08:00.004-06:00

I took a sculpting class, back in college (I love that I can say that). I took it twice. I dropped out after a month because it was summer, and the class started at 3 and we all know that's prime swimming time. So, I retook it the following semester. Both times I sculpted an Abe Lincoln bust. The first time, it looked like a complete cartoon. It was embarrassing really. By the 2nd go at it, I was actually proud of my work. Unfortunately, I didn't document it because pictures don't do art justice, unless the art is pictures, and well..

Anyway, now I have a weird fascination with Abe. It's probably because I spent a collective 3 months starring at his face. The man had incredible features. Don't be surprised if my husband looks like him.

Sunbirds

2010-06-12T18:29:00.002-06:00

I recently revisited my roots up in Rexburg, Id. I realized how much I loved my time there, and I must admit that I miss it a little. So I've devised a plan, and all of your are welcome to join me. I decided to be a Rexburg Sunbird. When Im 75 and retired, Im going to spend every summer back in the great metropolis living the life of my youth. I'll spend my days going to Horkley's for cheap fountain drinks, going to Porter Park and bridge jumping. Imagine if we were all Sunbirds... It would be just like the old days!

June 5. pt 2

2010-06-05T17:53:00.005-06:00

My mom was always the best at making birthdays special. It was YOUR day. I always would get flowers or balloons at school, and maybe treats for my class. And as if all the attention at school wasn't enough, I'd always come home to a clean room with a candy bar on my bed, and have a party later with presents.

As I've turned 24, I've been thinking about what makes birthdays special celebrating on my own. I've decided that I like everyone else's birthdays more than my birthday. It is nice getting 35 extra facebook notifications and all, but I think I like to have the excuse to do something fun, or eat way too much, while someone else gets the attention.

but..... I do like doing (eating) whatever I want, guilt free

Gum Chewers

2010-04-15T20:43:00.002-06:00

I didn't chew gum for close to 5 years. This is because I have Bum-Jaw Syndrome (TMJ) and it used to cause incredible pain. Due to my withdrawal, I spent those 5 years talking myself out of the temptation to chew. After a while, I realized how disgusting gum chewing is. I mean, you have the same particle in your mouth for hours at a time, often times to mask something that should just be washed out, and it is usually disposed of in a despicable manor ie, under desks, onto side walks or swallowed to sit in your belly for 7 years. Sometimes we want to save it for later, so we'll put it on the edge of our plates or behind the ear, like in Willy Wonka. It's all nasty, and yet it's totally acceptable.

Since, I have started chewing again. But only a half a piece at a time. (It's all my little mouth can take).

Today, I spit my gum onto a cross walk. I hate myself.

I want this

2010-04-08T13:05:00.000-06:00

Jana & Billy Engagement from IRIS AND LIGHT on Vimeo.

Listen to this

2010-03-03T23:30:00.000-07:00

"music has become a mere complement to our lives. we listen to our ipods while we do everything – walk, workout, study, but rarely while we listen. what used to fill halls and ballrooms is now compressed into a series of ones and zeros and only fills our hard drives. formerly it would compel folks to come from miles around and wait months in anticipation, but it now heels like a faithful but under appreciated dog to our comings and goings, tethered to us by a leash of headphones. tonight we have a listening party where we'll listen to a complete album in silence. we check our appetite for multitasking and give music our full and undivided attention. we loose one of man's best friends and see where he leads us as he fills the greatest of stages – our minds."

Although that may be true to most, there are still a select few who appreciate music for what it is, I venture to say those who are in this room. That is what brings us here tonight. I know music will compelle you, and give you no choice but to sit and listen. I know music will draw you to tears, if you let it. This week, I selected Menomena, Friend and Foe. This unconventional album draws out contrasting emotions every time I listen to it, and I hope it will do the same for you. After a long period of neglecting this album, when I finally listen to it again, I have the same warmness overcome me as I did the with my first listen, like an old friend. Im sure you all have numerous artists that do the same for you.

I give you, Menomena

This is my life

2010-02-05T16:15:00.000-07:00

and I love it

Star Gazing

2010-01-25T17:53:00.002-07:00

Many of you know that this is the season for the Sundance Film Festival here in Utah. This is the week where movies, parties and celebs take over Park City. I am yet to experience the hubbub of the hustle and bustle. My roommates on the other hand, drove up the canyon on the first night to get in on the action. They ended up seeing one of the Hills characters, and have been dazed since.

I don't really understand the hype, but then I think about the first time I saw Hugh Grant. Let's first address that out of all the celebrities in the world, I've seen like 2 in real life, and I happened to see one of them twice. My first encounter was in Europe of all places. I was in 7th grade, and we happened to hear about the premier for Mickie Blue Eyes. I stood in a crowd of hundreds of people and balanced on tippy toes to catch a glimpse of the dreamy romantic comedy star. I was beyond excited. We girls were giggling and laughing the whole way back to the tube, as if Hugh had givin us his number, or even winked at us specifically.

[A little secret about me is if I am excited about something, I get louder. Which is probably why I was always getting busted for talking in class, even though it was Brittany Coughran gettin me goin.]

So there I was, on my celebrity high, when one of our chaperones snapped, "Marion, calm down! It's not even that cool."

And from then on, I lost my fascination in movie stars.

The first unsigned artist to reach number 1?...

2010-01-21T22:08:00.001-07:00

Lisa Loeb. Who knew?

Foreshadowing my future?

2010-01-14T15:43:00.003-07:00

I play farmville. There I said it. My farm is doing pretty well too, not to brag or anything (or is it really bragging when it just reveals I do nothing with my spare time?)

As a farmer, you can plant flowers and vegetables and trees, and you also can have animals. Like real farmers. You try to earn points by "harvesting" a lot of crops and doing a good job taking care of your farm. The more points you earn, the higher the level you go up, and you can buy more things to put on your farm. In addition to this, you earn ribbons to motivate you to be a better farmer.

Well over time, I've acquired a lot of cats. I used to pile them all together because I thought it was funny, but they started moving around, and now they are taking over my farm. To prove how bad it is, I have recently been awarded the "farmville cat lady" ribbon.

Thanks farmville.

Clumsy Me

2010-01-05T16:48:00.004-07:00

Well let's start by saying, Happy New Year to you! I hope everyone's holiday was enjoyable. I always revert to my grade school days when I go home and disconnect myself from any world outside of my parent's house.

Today has been a busy day of moving in. After making close to 100 trips from my car to my apartment, I stocked up on supplies and cleaned out Walmart. I don't like to make more than one trip from my car to the apartment, so I will load up 3 carts worth of groceries onto my 2 arms and suffer through the walk. I was proceeding with the usual method, when I reached up to close the tailgate of my car, I smacked the bridge of my nose with the door. Although it hurt, my fingers were losing circulation, so I continued home. About half way, I noticed something that I thought was black smudge on my nose. When I got inside, I reached up to wipe the smudge off, covering my hand in blood. I ran to the bathroom to find a *tiny slit across the bridge of my nose where the gate had hit it. Perfect. Just in time for my interview in an hour.

The good news is, Im over half way moved into my apartment.

*I think there must be another cut somewhere cause there is no way all that blood could come from that little speck

Some people think I don't do anything at school...

2009-12-16T14:11:00.002-07:00

These are some of my projects from this semester

5 days

2009-12-13T23:45:00.000-07:00

7 class periods

1 cake

1 box of 4 books

1 final

And that's it. Forever.

Your nose hairs will freeze!

2009-12-10T19:22:00.003-07:00

That's not just an expression. It really happens. I've lived through 6 Rexburg winters. I think this is the coldest yet, and it's only December. Good thing Im heading South with the birds. This morning I was walking to class, and my breath froze. Im not just talking the white cloud when you talk. Im talking my scarf and hat strings had a white crystal encrusted all over by the time I got to school. I looked a lot like this guy.

Is it worth the cold?

2009-12-05T18:30:00.001-07:00

It's not news to anyone that it's cold outside. So once the sun is down, I try not to leave my apartment. Which means my social life has taken a hit, and I've been watching a lot of TV. It doesn't help that it was just Thanks Giving break, and before that I was sick for a week and before that, I was in Utah. Thing is, Im graduating soon, so Im trying to accustom myself to a new social network. Except, Im starting to get bored. I don't think I thought this through very well. Perhaps braving the cold is worth it. If you want me, for now I'll be drinking cocoa and catching up on my stories.

Retraction. Part II

2009-12-04T18:06:00.004-07:00

Due to further complaints, the blog "Linzi Parizio is a Total BRAT" has been deleted.

Unbecoming Comedian

2009-12-03T11:30:00.007-07:00

So... Im funny. There I said it. Why do you think you read this? But here's the thing, lately I've been thinking about whether I really want to be known as "the funny girl." Here's why. Don't get me wrong. I love Kathy. Although crass at times, girl is hilarious! However, I've been thinking, no matter how feminine she dresses or how big her hair is, she just reminds me of a man! And it's not just Kathy. No matter how much makeup they put on, Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Jenny Mccarthy, Ellen [wishes she were a man], and Parker Posie are a bit overwhelming. There is something about "the funny girl" that is overpowering and masculine.

So lately, I've been trying to tone it down. Just try and be "the laugher." Everyone likes the laugher, right? Well today I was walking to school, and I ran into a girl from my ward. We've been in the same ward for over a year now, but I still don't know this girl very well, but felt obligated to walk to class with her because we SHOULD know each other. Forgetting my rules of being "the laugher," I got on a roll and had this girl laughing so hard the whole way to school. Oh, how it feels good to do that. I even forgot it was -6 degrees outside.

Screw being the laugher

I wished you would come back to me...

2009-12-02T23:29:00.000-07:00

And you are

3.14

2009-11-26T15:30:00.005-07:00

Happy Thanks Giving Time Everyone!

Thanks to my family, and my friends. And thanks to the Indians for teaching us about corn and how to cook a turkey and for the birth of the pie! YUM!

I wish this pilgrim were here this year to creep into all our photos again. Maybe he'll be at Christmas? Now go buy a lottery ticket

"HELP ME!"

2009-11-23T16:01:00.004-07:00

I'm in a musical rut. Any suggestions? Before you comment, remember I'm A Snob, and will probably judge you. I want something that will make me cry, not because I'm sad, but because it is THAT GOOD.

So let's hear it

Retraction

2009-11-20T11:42:00.002-07:00

Apparently, more people read my blog than I thought because the only people that comment are my siblings and my besties. Due to this, some people that I thought would never see this saw it, and were a little upset. All I can say is, "IM SOOOOO SORRY!" Ironic? I guess I didn't learn my lesson after all.

Aim, Shoot, A Basketball Hoop

2009-11-18T21:55:00.002-07:00

You know when you are listening to a song you love, and someone else sings different lyrics that you haven't ever heard before? And suddenly, it occurs to you that what you've been singing has little to do with the song.

One time [3 years ago] we were driving down to Portland, listening to Michael Jackson. I have loved Michael since I can remember [thank you Duffy]. I didn't realize that whatever lyrics I came up with when I was 8, probably aren't the right ones. That is until my brother called me out and asked if I was singing "Aim, shoot, a basketball hoop." [I totally was] I of course, was too embarrassed to fess up, so I told him that I was just mumbling and I didn't really know what I was singing. I didn't realize at the time, that faking that you know the lyrics is just as embarrassing as singing the wrong lyrics.

When I was 8, it made sense for the lyrics to correspond to basketball because the video features Michael Jordan. [The Michaels shoot hoops together. Cute right?] Well apparently the correct lyrics are, "It ain't, too, much for me to" and Andrew was sure to let me know.

Pretty sure Kriss Kross [make ya wanna jump!] make a guest appearance. Watch till the end. It's worth it.

Where Idaho Begins

2009-11-16T12:25:00.003-07:00

Some people hate Malad. I for one love it. I've been down to Utah so much in the past 5 years, probably 100+ times. Weird that I wont be making that drive anymore.

12:01 Marathon

2009-11-10T00:28:00.006-07:00

The midnight Sharis run is very much like going for a run. We go every Sunday night. I know it's coming, so I mentally prepare myself all day. I know Im going to be tired, and exhausted, especially after, but I go anyway. Every time. And I LOVE it. There's some high I get from eating a full breakfast when I should be sleeping in preparation for my 8 am class (which I always end up skipping.) I tell myself Im just going to get a milkshake, but every time I end up getting a full meal. It's like being in the gym for an hour and a half even though I had just planned to run a mile. I figure I'm already tired and hurting, might as well, right? Good thing our trusty waiter Kenny is always working the night shift, and he loves me. He's always hookin [just] me up with free drinks or milk shakes. Makes the trip totally worth it!

Scripture Power!

2009-11-08T11:37:00.002-07:00

It might seem unusual, but for my 12th birthday, I opened up a new scripture set, and I was stoked. Yes, I liked my name being printed on the front, but I was mostly excited about the transparent pictures my parents got to go with it. I remember staying up late that night and putting them in.

Flash forward 11 years, and Im still using the same triple combo. Im not so excited about those pictures now. In fact Im always a little humiliated when I turn to a page that has the cartoons on them, as if I need pictures to understand what's going on. Come on, I might be sitting by my eternal companion!

That is sooooooooo Indie

2009-11-07T20:16:00.001-07:00

Music. Shows. Going to shows. Talking about shows. Talking about music. Talking about music at shows. Talking. Talking. Talking.

Art. Specifically photography

Mac. For all of your creativity

Urban Outfitters

2nd hand anything. Especially clothing.

Any shade of Turquoise or Sea-foam Green

Mustaches

Living the dream in the big city

Being broke

Bicycles. Walking. GO [Sea-foam] GREEN!

Vegetarianism/ Veganism

Vinyl records (this includes recordings of digital music. I don't care what you say, it's not better. Analog is analog. Digital is digital)

Funny how we're all trying to be different, just like everybody else. Since when did Independent become so dependent?

Disclaimer: I don't claim to be above any of these things and Im guilty for more than one. Don't be offended cause you know it's true. I love you.

90's Marion

2009-11-05T00:30:00.001-07:00

Meet 90's Marion.

(She's the one holding the basket with the very live bunny)

She is like no one you have met before, or maybe she is like every 8 year old that is the baby of the family. She hated everything, including but not limited to: anything that might hurt, being teased by brothers, going to the mall, blow drying hair, and chicken. She often wore a side pony tail with a frown on her face. Of course the bottom lip would be protruding to emphasize sadness. In 2nd grade she was assigned to write down what her favorite things were. She wrote, "eating ice cream, being sad and rollerblading." (she added rollerblading because she thought she should have something active on there, but in truth, she hated being active.) Although it didn't quite make the list, she really liked horses and had posters of them on her walls from the Scholastic book fair.

I don't know when 90's Marion died, but sometimes I miss her... but mostly I don't.

Art Talk is the New Pillow Talk

2009-11-04T17:50:00.002-07:00

The other night me and the girls had a sleep over. Before bed, we all had a little project to finish up. [Mine was the book pictures above] It's common for girls to open up when falling asleep, but I've never experienced such bonding as I did while craft talkin.

As I'm closing my college career, Im realizing how much I have grown since I've been here, and I attribute much of who I've become to moments like this.

Tonight, Im thankful for [new] friends, for trust, and for creativity.

Love at first flight... or not

2009-11-03T11:55:00.004-07:00

I used to secretly hope to meet the man of my dreams on an airplane. I would spot him in security, and forget about him until I realise that somehow we were magically seated next to each other. We would share stories and laugh, completely forgetting the drink cart. When people would ask how we met, we would use a line like, "in the clouds."
This nearly happened to in my travels this last trip home. Well everything but the man of my dreams and falling in love part.
I sat down next to an older than me, unattractive man who did not care that I had obnoxiously large head phones on. He decided to talk to me anyway. He asked me what I was listening to, and told me he likes jazz. If you know me, you know I like music and I'm always open to discovering something new. So when he asked to plug my headphones into his Ipod, I let him, plus he seemed to know what he was talking about. Little did I know he'd be showing me bands like Rush, and Alanis Morissette, despite the fact I told him I am sexist and don't like girl "musicians." I hoped the flight attendant's encouragement to turn off all electronics would put an end to it. Of course it only riled him up and made him feel sneaky. Soon he was showing me crappy footage of his Mid Life Crisis band playing shows at a bar. I don't know how I did it, but somehow he gave me my headphones back and let me do my own thing.
When I took out my computer to watch a movie, he offered to let me use his promo code for free in flight wireless. Just as I thought he redeemed himself, he leaned over while I was putting in my information and said, "Now I know your name." I guess I'm just awaiting his facebook friend request.
When we got off the plane, I thought that would be the end of him, but to my dismay, he was on my returning flight out of Seattle. Needless to say I hid behind a pole until he got on board.

Go big or go home

2009-10-15T17:09:00.004-06:00

Saw this in the library today. Check out the height on that sucker. Both of them. I don't know if you can tell, but hers is a good 5 inches higher than the top of her head. Impressive.

Who's your doppelganger

2009-10-08T19:16:00.000-06:00

Tell me they aren't the same woman?

Bad Day

2009-10-08T16:07:00.003-06:00

I should have known it was going to be a rough day when I stubbed my toe this morning, and bled all over the bathroom floor.

Because of the first aide I administered, I was a few minutes late getting out the door.

About half way to school I remembered that I would be walking in to take a vocabulary test. One that I had not studied for. So, I whipped out my definitions and while juggling my book arts supplies, quickly reviewed on my way to class. I only dropped everything once.

After class I went to the library to cut some rather large and expensive paper down so that I could turn it into a book. Once the paper was cut, I realized I had measured for the wrong dimensions. I would have to buy more paper and go to class unprepared.

I didn't have time to get lunch, so I hurried to the Hart for Water aerobics. When I removed my boot, I saw that my bandage did not stop the blood flow, but my sock sure did. After I got out of the pool, I had to put my bloody sock back on.

On my way to class, I found a PB & J I had made earlier this week that I had forgotten about. It was delicious.

On Thursdays, Book Arts starts 15 min after Water Aerobics gets out, not leaving much time to shower. Im usually late. Fortunately my teacher doesn't even care if we are there, but everyone goes because it is so fun. Except today wasn't very fun. I bought new paper, and cut it down to size. Only to find that I had made the same mistake as before.

At this point my brain hurt with frustration, so I just called it a day. Now, I'm going to get a diet coke, and head over to the DI. Hopefully the 2nd half of my day will be better than the 1st.

Lunch Break

2009-10-07T23:57:00.004-06:00

Senioritis is in full effect. Today I had class in the ceramics studio from 8 am till 2 pm. That is a crazy long time to be working with clay. Twice a week. When I found out my friends were going to Taco Bell in the middle of ceramics, I was more than happy to join them. (I LOVE me some Taco Bell, I go 5 times a week! Minimum!) The problem was I had just sat down in my second 3 hour block of pottery when I received the "I'm hungry" text. My teacher was in the middle of a demo, and I had to construct 5 bowls before the critique at 1:10. It was currently 11:00. Man, I really wanted that Taco bell. So what did I do? I did what anyone else would do. I whipped out 5 bowls in an hour, left class, ate a delicious cheesy bean and rice burrito, washed it down with a diet (my only one of the day, thank you) and went back to class in time for the critique. My teacher had no idea I was gone.

Seeing Clearly

2009-10-06T19:00:00.002-06:00

What you are seeing is for real. A proactive vending machine in the Idaho Falls mall. We may not have a Nordstrom, but you can have clear skin with the press of a button. Shipping and Handling free! Thanks Jessica!

Elephants and Donkeys... both stubborn

2009-10-02T10:54:00.014-06:00

I think I am the antithesis to Tori's most recent blog. I'll start by saying that I too love my mac. I was trained on a Mac. But, I forgot how to use them, and relearned everything on PC. Not too long ago, I was judged for not being able to work a mac, despite my elementary computer classes.

My PC started out sucking and ended up sucking even more, so I went computer shopping.

I looked seriously into both. I agree with Myke, that many business and finance programs do not run on macs. Also the more expensive PC's run just as well as macs. Did I mention that most IT and IS majors prefer PC's? They know computers best, so maybe we should take that into account. Think of it like asking a mechanic verses a used car salesmen what kind of car to buy. Both might know a lot about cars, but I'm going to trust one over the other. But since I am a "Rec" (okay, University Studies) major, I don't have many qualifications for my computer, seeing as I mostly use it for music, facebook and other important things like blogging, I went with a mac. I bought my mac for 800 bucks, not THAT expensive. Unless I wanted to replace my exact piece-of-shiz dell (which I currently have propped up under my mac) I probably would have paid close to the same. Plus, macs are sooooooo indie.

But seriously, to each his own. Maybe everyone should be vaguely familiar with both, so that we democrats and republicans might co-exist.

Pillow Talk

2009-09-29T12:49:00.000-06:00

You know when you're at a slumber party, and who ever falls asleep first gets their bra put in the freezer, or their hand in warm water? I find another common occurrence is to start talking about said person. Good or bad. What is it about people sleeping that makes us think it's okay to talk about them? You KNOW they'll wake up when they hear their name. *They're probably faking anyway ;-)

*Although this post may reflect an actual scenario, I reassure you that this is completely hypothetical and no harsh feelings. Swear.

Duc(t)k Tape

2009-09-26T14:43:00.003-06:00

Sooo... I have a wart. There I said it. In fact, I have two. I got them from working at the pool in high school. I finally decided to do something about it. Although I've already stood up to some ridiculing about my blue half cast on my foot, I'm trying the duct tape method. We'll see how this works. Apparently doctors recommend it. Who knew?

(this picture of my foot is for you Katelyn)

And yes, I have to cover the whole foot or else it wont stay! Curse you sweaty feet!

In lite of my busy schedule

2009-09-24T12:07:00.002-06:00

I don't know WHO picked my classes. But they planned my lunch break on Tuesdays and Thursdays for a time when literally everyone is in class. Not only that, but every one of my classes are at the bottom of the hill, and I live at the top of the hill. Meaning I stay on campus until I have to walk my butt home. (I hate the Drive or Walk campaign. The people who made it did not consider those who live at the Ridge. Which is weird because the world revolves around us). So, I stay on campus. ALL day. With nothing to do. And no one to eat lunch with. Maybe I'll get addicted to some television series and watch it in the privacy of the 2nd floor of the library between classes. Do homework you say? Study? What's that?

The Home Stretch

2009-09-17T11:05:00.002-06:00

This (hopefully) is my final semester of college. I decided to fill my schedule with VERY challenging classes.

Happy Anniversary Baby!

2009-09-09T22:32:00.006-06:00

It is a happy anniversary indeed! Today is my one year of blogging. Thank you, thank you! We did it. Together!

Let's take a look back at my first post. REASONS PEOPLE BLOG. If you can't quite recall, and you're too lazy to click the link here is a brief synopsis of why I think people blog.

1. Diary

2. Bragging about their loved ones

3. Bragging about themselves

4. Bragging about losing weight

5. Blogstalking

6. To enlighten... bragging about how smart they are

Was I right? Or was I right?

Be A Man

2009-09-08T23:57:00.008-06:00

Real men... Throw rocks really far. Build stuff. Chop wood. Tell funny jokes. Are Debonair. Ask girls on dates. Open doors. Write letters. Offers a jacket, even to cover a puddle. Make the first move. Drive. Fix the dishwasher (or call someone to fix the dishwasher). Take their kids to breakfast every Saturday so Mom can sleep in. Discipline and hold their ground.

Most of all, make their woman feel like a lady.

Escalades Make You Skinny

2009-09-04T22:24:00.003-06:00

My mom came from a generation of crash dieting. Everyone was always stocking their houses with grapefruits or slimfasts when they wanted to shed a few pounds for swim suit season. Now I think people have started to realize that living healthy is the best way to go about it.

I heard today that chocolate makes your clothes shrink. You know what I say to that? Buy bigger clothes! Get some Thanks Giving Pants and embrace the Sundaes! I also realized from experience that if you get a bigger car, you feel like a smaller person. Thus, Escalades make you skinny. It's worth the investment.

Ramona Falls

2009-08-31T22:02:00.007-06:00

My heart's been frozen, but I think I found what I've been looking for...

As beautiful a sight as this is, I'm not talking about the falls. I'm talking about the band. I am in love with music again.

It's been a while. I missed you.

Walkathon

2009-08-26T09:18:00.006-06:00

The 7 week break makes you do crazy things. One day we sat down and made a list of activities we wanted to accomplish over the break, like go camping and fishing, normal summer activities. Well one day Ford got the big idea to go for a big walk. He gathered up a posse and walked from Rexburg to Winco in Idaho Falls, something like a 25 mile walk.

Now they've done it, and I think they are regretting it, but at least they made the news.

Great job fellas! Im proud of you! Im sad I couldn't have been apart of it.

Starz and Stripez 4EVER!

2009-08-16T09:31:00.002-06:00

Yesterday, while going to Yellowstone for free day, We drove by President Obama. His entourage was in the opposite lane, which meant I was within 20 feet of him, at most. That's closer than I could have gotten at any rally or speech.

I'll just tack that to one of my 2 celeb sightings. You are now all famous by association.

My Thinking Spot

2009-07-18T09:05:00.003-06:00

Everyone has one. For some, it might be in the shower, or when they're falling asleep, others when they exercise. Me? Mine's on the pot.

I don't know what it is, but every time I go to the bathroom, I come back with all kinds of ideas. Doesn't matter if it's only been 30 seconds, I will come back with a new topic of conversation, a resolve to an issue, or I'll have remembered something that I've been meaning to get done for months.

School is for fools. Part Duece.

2009-07-13T12:49:00.005-06:00

So, I almost failed all my classes this semester. Literally.

I have been proud of my straight C's for the past 4+ years. Im continuously uttering the phrase, "It's just (*insert important class)" The point is, it doesn't matter what it is, I will rationalize a reason why I need to go bridge jumping right then, and how my class is irrelevant.

Normally, this is not an issue. At midterms, I was on track for a 2.o. Then I went out of town for 10 days the week before finals, only to forget to turn in several projects, and papers and I didn't take an online exam while I was gone. (I was at Banks Lake. COME ON!)

So I came back to a disaster. I had emails from my teachers asking if I was okay because they hadn't seen or heard from me for a couple of weeks. Well, I turned on my Dyer charm and, that's right, sweet talked my way into a second chance. Now we all know that I am the last person to deserve their saving grace, I did this to myself. Regardless, I think I may even get B's due to their Christian hearts. Boy how I love BYU-Idaho.

*By important class, I know what you're thinking, and no, I do not take Chemistry. Im referring to Sculpture or Canoeing or something.

What's my stereotype?

2009-07-01T15:18:00.004-06:00

I have noticed in my many years that people stereotype others. No matter what. In my many years, I have come to the conclusion that they are usually inaccurate, just how every blonde is not dumb. How someone is described on paper is not what they are in real life. I am going to describe 3 people, and I want you to guess who is who and what their stereotype is.....

Person 1:

Wears gladiator sandals, cut offs and a purple sweatshirt from American Apparel every day. Has swooping bangs and a dramatic A-line bob. Has a specific taste in music and loves attending shows.

Person 2:

Wears flat billed hats, plaid shorts, and skater shoes. Has more than one car, including a truck and a mustang. Other toys include a 4 wheeler, snow mobile and a motorcycle. Is loaded, single, and the ladies love him.

Person 3:

Wears DI dresses every day. Cuts own hair, and doesn't even brush it. Rides a road bike and loves camping, swimming and doing anything outside.

Have a good image in your head? Now let me mix it up a little...

Did you know that person 1 is full Mexican from Georgia and is not artistic and doesn't like skinny boys?

Did you know person 2 has never sold for summer sales?

Did you know person 3 doesn't own Chacos and would never give up meat?

RIP

2009-06-25T16:48:00.003-06:00

This one goes the the King of Pop.

I don't care what anyone says. You were a genius. One of the biggest influences on music. One of the biggest influences on my childhood. See you on the other side buddy.

(There were 15+ feeds in a row on my facebook about his death. Guess Im not the only one that will miss him)

Ostrich Effect

2009-06-23T14:08:00.001-06:00

When playing hide and seek with a 4 year old, the best place to look is usually right in front of you. I guess they get all flustered while you are counting, and can't find a place, so they panic and stay where they are and maybe put a blanket on their head, but usually just cover their eyes. You see, if they can't see you, you can't see them, much like an ostrich hiding their head in the sand.

I find that as and adult, I still use this method. When I don't want something to be there, I just close my eyes and Vuala! It's gone. I use this method to hide from something scary, or after embarrassing myself, and sometimes when I see someone that I don't want to talk to. If I look away or merely close my eyes, they vanish and I don't have to have the awkward conversation with my best friend's Ex.

The idea behind this is, if you don't see it, it's not there. I find that this is the most effective strategy to avoid all problems; bad grades, low fund-age in my bank account, contention with roommates, and doing my laundry. If I don't look, it's not there. Problem solved. Riiiiiiiiight?

I'm Addicted To You

2009-06-21T09:16:00.013-06:00

I don't like to post about the actual events in my life because let's face it, no one really cares what I did all week. I'll save it for my journal. Today is an exception because I had the most AMAZNG weekend. I found a new love. Canyonero, I mean Canyoneering.

Seriously one of the most exausting weekends of my life, but so rewarding. We did 4 canyons with 16 rapels, 7 waterfalls, cliff jumping, the birth canal, too many slots to count where we would squeeze through gaps where the walls were just wide enough to side step through and drop down 15 ft without a rope, using just the friction from our bodies on the rocks.

I am sore, cut, bruised, zitty, I have cold sores, I got hives, didn't have a bathroom or shower and went 3 days without a diet coke.

This may have been the best weekend of my life

I don't think I want to think about it

2009-06-15T02:36:00.001-06:00

This pretty much describes how I feel about a lot of things these days...

Disclaimer

2009-06-10T11:08:00.002-06:00

*Yesterday I was hoped on meds and thought I was really funny so I wrote a lot of blogs. By the time I was done, I couldn't hardly see anymore, so I didn't trust my judgement to actually post them (hence the missing Lindsey Parisio). I think I will still post them, but just know that I was not using proper judgement when I wrote them*

Textual Relations

2009-06-08T17:57:00.003-06:00

I would like to address how technology has taken over our lives. With the advance in technology, we now have well over 10 ways to communicate with each other, with everything from telegrams to video chat. You would think that by having so many opportunities to get to know someone, we would be closer and conversation would flow more easily in person. Yet, I find this to be the opposite of what actually happens.

We become so comfortable hiding behind our cyber masks, that face to face becomes awkward and forced. You have to actually be yourself, instead of the person you invented, and you actually have to think on your toes. You don't have time to write and rewrite the perfect message. These are dangerous grounds.

All I'm sayin is when participating in textual relations, be careful. Use Protection.

Bratz

2009-06-04T11:50:00.003-06:00

Boyz love bratz. And I'm not talkin the doll

This has always been a mystery to me. Something about waiting an extra 45 minutes for a date, or being forced to take them somewhere else when there is something wrong with the atmosphere really peaks a guy's interest. I don't get it. I always thought by being the laid back, nice girl, that I was better than the bratz. But for some reason, the bratz always have boyz knockin down the door, and I'm stuck with a *frush.

After much research and discussion with my guys in the friend zone, I have come to a conclusion; I think it has something to do with making them happy. They feel satisfied and manly if they can somehow appease the brat. I think it has something to do with feeling needed, or being the one to tame the beast. I compare this to my fasination with shy boyz. I love being the one that can break them out of their shell, and being the only one that really knows what they're thinking.

So this brings me to the dilemma at hand. Is it worth being a brat to get a boyfriend? Or am I doomed to be a 23 year old friend?

*Frush: When one develops strong feelings for a friend. Feelings are often left unsaid, and nothing usually comes of it.

WARNING: If addressed, frushes usually ruin friendships, and can make things really weird.

My Family Tree

2009-06-03T08:31:00.010-06:00

I love my family. Apparently I talk about them a lot. You would too if they were yours. Sometimes it can be a bit confusing because it sounds like I have a hundred brothers and 56 sisters that all do different things. Here is a key to help determine who is who...

These two right here
started it all...

I have a brother named Duff. His real name is Daniel, but because that's my dad's name, he has never gone by it. Duff is the funny one. Okay, we're all the funny one, don't tell Duff though. Duff is the oldest, and loves Michael Jackson. Went to Ricks, met Keirra, they were married and moved back to UP. They currently live 2 houses from my parents. They have 4 girls, including their oldest, Emma, who is the closest thing I have to a younger sibling.

Next is Anna who is married to Brandon Parker. They have known each other since they were 12, and were married after a summer of dating and a 10 day engagement so that she could join him at BYU-Idaho. The only grandsons in the family are the product of these 2 (about 15 months apart). Lucky for Anna their oldest, Isla, is a good helper. Anna has great style and is my running/shopping/diet coke partner when I go home because she lives only .3 miles from my parents.

This is Kjrsten (with a J) and her husband Peter. She is a budding photographer, who I get most of my music from and still goes to Sasquatch even though Pete is pushing 40. (JK pete) I love going to Portland to visit the Madsens and their 3 girls. Kjrst, with Anna's help, started the CuteDay blog. She too is very stylish and may not be able to paint like our mom, but she expresses herself through her clothes.

I have a brother. His name is Keith. In Feb, he married a half cuban girl, his Carribean Queen. Her name is Jenny Jones, related to Mike Jones. I have a brother that started Platinum. He used to live in Rexburg and I was his slave (for a price) where I did everything from his laundry to running errands and sending faxes. Now he lives in Provo where I have my own "wing" (Okay, they couldn't get their furniture into the master bedroom because of the angles, so it is the guest room). Keith is indecisive, and if a cupcake is involved, can be persuaded into anything. He loves Yahtzee and got us all into Pearl Jam.

These are the A's. Not the athletes, Andrew and Alexis. They started off by having a textual relationship while Andrew was driving truck here in Idaho. Last August they were married, and now they are living in SanDiego, but will be back in Provo in the fall. They often meet up with me for shows in SLC. They are the musicians. Andrew is "secretly funny" and is the closest to my age, Together, we used to be known as "the geeks". He is 6'4, though our mom will debate that he is at least 6'6.

And, that's it. I hope this helped...

I need a diet coke... STAT!

2009-06-01T09:40:00.002-06:00

This little friend is the 1/2 gallon, Mega Jug from KFC. I think it is meant to be used more like a pitcher for family meals than personal beverages. I got one just for me....

The last couple days, I have had over 80 oz of Diet coke. A day. I think I'm addicted. I told myself I'd never be one of those people.... But no, I will not quit Diet Coke. Not now anyway, it is far too delicious. But I think I have a serious problem. Perhaps I'll ween myself to a measly daily dose of 44 oz.

A/S/L???

2009-05-31T11:03:00.002-06:00

When my generation was younger, we had a computer class in school. Basically, it gave our teachers a break, and we played Oregon Trail. If that happened today, I imagine they would be playing something like War Of The Worlds. Soon we grew up and actually started learning how to use the computer, and typing. I can type "The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog" like 38 times in a minute, but I didn't learn that from Computer class. IMing was my teacher

I spent more time online chatting with my friends, then I did in the flesh with my friends. Yes, I am guilty of going into chat room and answering the ASL? 14(I was 11)/female/Seattle(Tacoma). Don't worry Mom and Dad, I only did it a few times, and I didn't inhale.

I believe it was this technology that paved the way for the reign of text messaging. It got us comfortable with communicating through cyberspace. Now, if we are surrounded by a group of people, we talk to everyone else, but those who are in the room. 5th graders have cell phones and LOVE to send mass texts of, "Send this to 10 friends, or our will have bad luck." I remember when those used to come in emails!

These poor kids today are missing out on IM. How are they going to learn to type papers? Will they just text them to their teachers?

5 years is a blessing

2009-05-28T08:43:00.003-06:00

My mom is the most wonderful, kind, charitable woman I know. I'm so grateful to have her

Hello Sasquatch

2009-05-22T11:10:00.001-06:00

Procrastination

2009-05-20T11:20:00.001-06:00

I'll get around to it

I love Mexicans

2009-05-18T14:39:00.002-06:00

BOOK CLUB!!!!!!

2009-05-10T11:19:00.000-06:00

So I just finished reading, "The Handmaid's Tale"

CRAZY

It's all about the ultimate socialism and corrupted government. It raises all kinds of questions, and then just, ENDS.

I'm furious.

The dreaded question...

2009-05-08T11:14:00.000-06:00

"What's your major"

"Oh, ugh... (do I tell them University Studies? No no, too humiliating) Recreational Leadership" (yeah... that's much more credible)

Who am I kidding, they are both pretty bad

Do I really deserve a degree? I think high school was more challenging. Oh well, I'll take what I can get

Fraud

2009-05-06T17:04:00.002-06:00

Every time I look at my bank account, I hope I find a transaction gone bad. I should have more than that in my account. Maybe a cashier put in the wrong amount. And there's no way I spent $12 at Applebee's yesterday. I went there 3 days ago, not yesterday. Someone MUST have stolen my card... and splurged on an appetizer?

Then I realize, I stole my own card

I love you like I love you...

2009-04-27T23:57:00.001-06:00

You don't have to play it. It's on here for me.

Land of Talk- Some Are Lakes

Employee of the Year

2009-04-20T12:59:00.008-06:00

So for the last 5 months, I have done pretty much nothing, but blog. Recent events have driven me to find a job, so find a job I did. Oh yes, I am a ChaCha guide.

Here to answer your every day questions!

Let it snow

2009-04-15T18:13:00.001-06:00

I read about 5 statuses on facebook today that said something about the snow, followed by "REALLY??" I don't know why all those people are that in shock. It happens every year. The sun will come. Promise.

June 5

2009-04-12T00:48:00.001-06:00

I am thankful for birthdays. For lots of reasons

Number 1: Everyone has one, yet on theirs, they feel like a million bucks

Number 2: Gives you a chance to show someone how much, or how little you care about them based on a phone call, wall post, or size/ price of a gift

Number 3: The opposite of number 2. You get to see who your real friends are

Number 4: Gives you something to do during the long, cold, miserable days of the Rexburg winter.

Dear Elder,

2009-04-09T16:28:00.002-06:00

Lately I've been really good about writing all of my missionaries. Okay, Barret and some guy I've never met. As I was writing a letter today, I realized how self centered letters are. All you do is talk about yourself. Literally. And there is no one to stop and interrupt you, so you just keep rambling on about Y.O.U. Talk about a one sided conversation.

I think it is the most egoistical release, 2nd to diaries. Even facebook takes a backseat this time.

The crazy part is, everyone LOVES getting letters. Real, handwritten letters. We hang on every word! But have you really read the content? It's all about someone else! We can't stand to have a conversation with someone and just LISTEN, we have to butt in every minute or so with our two cents. So why are letters different? Why do we enjoy reading about someone else when we can't stand to hear about them? It's beyond me, but I keep checkin my mailbox every day. So if you need a self esteem boost, send me some snail mail.

For all the pretty girls... and the ugly girls too, cause to me you're pretty anyway baby...

2009-04-08T16:41:00.004-06:00

(And boys too I guess)

I was just thinking about reasons why people blog. Again. Some use it as a diary. Some to keep their family updated. Me? I do it for you baby. So sorry if some [all] entries bore you, but Im only so clever.

And I guess I do it because I don't really have anything better to do

I wanna see movies of my dreams...

2009-04-07T22:02:00.006-06:00

Where oh where has Sufjan Stevens gone? He has fallen off the musical map, but the other night, I found him. In my dreams.

Built to Spill said, "No one wants to hear what you dreamed about. Unless you dreamed about them. Don't let that stop you, just make it up as you go." So you ALL were in the dream. Whether we've met or not.

It took place back in Washington, specifically in a warehouse on the boardwalk. He was coming to play in University Place, and my friends from the Thai House in Rexburg knew him, so he was going to stay with them. We were hanging out before the show, and apparently we were the only ones that were hungry, cause we ended up getting food. Just me and him. I don't know why, but he thought I was so cool, and didn't want to go the show, just hang out with me.

Jay Walkin

2009-04-02T16:22:00.002-06:00

Who's got cabin fever? I've got cabin fever!!!!

It has been 3 days that I have been without a vehicle. Yes, I have a bicycle and yes I have legs, but have you been outside? No wait, have you been outside in Rexburg? Also, did you take into account that I live at the top of the ONLY hill in Rexburg, and literally everything else is at the bottom of the hill. Now think again about judging me for not wanting to walk everywhere.

Yesterday, my friend broke me out and took me to Horkley's.

It was AMAZING! Let me see if I can better describe this for you...

You know when you are leaving your house, and your dog looks up at you with those big eyes, as if to say, "Hey, where ya goin? Can I come? Can I? Can I?" And you think to yourself, eh, it's only the bank. "Come on!" This outing to the bank has just become the best day. They stick their head out the window, just lovin life! Well that was me. No joke. I literally stuck my head out the window and shouted, "Hello world!"

Best day ever!!!!!

A special thanks to all those who have given me rides and for taking me to the bank!

TBD

2009-04-01T21:24:00.000-06:00

I once responded to a blog post by simply saying, "amusing." I'll never live it down. You know what I say to that? Be glad I commented at all buddy! I'm just so busy, you are lucky I even take time out to read your blog.

Okkervil River

2009-04-01T00:02:00.000-06:00

:A Stone:

Hot breath. Rough skin. Warm laughs and smiling. The lovliest words. Whispered and meant. You like all these things.

But, though you like all these things, you love a stone. You love a stone. Because it's smooth and it's cold. And you'd love most to be told that it's all your own.

You love white veins. You love hard grey. The heaviest weight. The clumsiest shape. The earthiest smell. The hollowest tone. You love a stone.

And I'm found too fast. Called too fond of flames. And then I'm phoning my friends. And then I'm shouldering the blame. While you're picking pebbles out of the drain miles ago. You're out singing songs and I'm down shouting names at the flickerless screen. Going insane. Am I losing my cool? Overstating my case? Well, baby what can I say?

You know I never claimed that I was a stone.

And you love a stone. You love white veins. You love hard grey. The heaviest weight. The clumsiest shape. The earthiest smell. The hollowest tone. You love a stone.

You love a stone. Because it's dark and it's old. And if it could start being alive, you'd stop living alone. And I think I believe that, if stones could dream, they'd dream of being laid side-by-side, piece-by-piece, and turned into a castle for some towering queen they're unable to know.

And when that queen's daughter came of age, I think she'd be lovely and stubborn and brave, and suitors would journey from kingdoms away just to make themselves known.

And I think that I know the bitter dismay of a lover who brought fresh brouquets every day. When she turned him away to remember some knave who once gave just one rose. One day. Years ago.

Synonyms

2009-03-30T12:31:00.003-06:00

I've noticed the over use of general words when a more specific word is far more appropriate. Sometimes, the selected general word does not convey the right message at all. Let's take a look at the misuse of the word "funny"...

Actual Definition:

fun⋅ny

1 [fuhn-ee] Show IPA adjective, -ni⋅er, -ni⋅est,noun, plural -nies.

–adjective

1.	providing fun; causing amusement or laughter; amusing; comical: a funny remark; a funny person.

2.	attempting to amuse; facetious: Did you really mean that or were you just being funny?

Some words that people replace with funny include, but are not limited to: amusing, silly, ironic, ridiculous, uncomfortable, awkward, boring, tragic, terrifying, morbid...

"That clown is funny" should really be, "That clown is terrifying"

"That story about your friend from high school is so funny" What you are really saying is, "I don't care about your friend I've never met, or what you did in high school. Your story is boring me."

Go ahead, try to make you own sentence. It will be so funny!