Words of Wisdom

I had a great conversation with my mom today. It went something like this:

Mom: Girls are just mean. There's no way around it.

Me: Sometimes I wish I was a boy.
Mom: Then you would be dumb and insensitive.

Me: So mean and catty or dumb and insensitive are my only options?

Mom: Yep.

It's sad because it's true. I have to leave for class in a few minutes, so naturally instead of working on homework I'm listening to music. Here is my song of the day: (I don't know why it is so huge...)

 Low Rising by The Swell Season

I wanna sit you down and talk
I wanna pull back the veils

And find out what it is I've done wrong

I wanna tear these curtains down

I want you to meet me somewhere

Tonight in this old tourist town

And we´ll go

Low rising

´Cause we´ve gotta come up

We´ve gotta come up

Low rising

´Cause I fear we´ve had enough

Low rising

´Cause there´s no further for us to fall

Low rising

Oh for the love of you

I wanna take you to the rock

I wanna jump right in

And see what that big ocean's got

I wanna turn this thing around

I wanna drink with you

All night till we both fall down

Till we go

Low rising

´Cause we´ve gotta come up

We´ve gotta come up

Low rising

´Cause there´s no further for us to fall

Low rising

And I fear we´ve had enough

Low rising

Oh for the love of you

Low rising

´Cause we´ve gotta come up

We´ve gotta come up

Low rising

And I fear we´ve had enough

Low rising

´Cause there´s no further for us to fall

Low Rising

Oh for the love of you

For the love of you

Low rising low rising

I wanna sit you down and talk

I wanna sit you down and talk about it now 

I have a secret love for The Swell Season. You should check them out.

Here's another gem, shown to me by a good friend who doesn't realize just how great he is:

And...I still think "dumb and insensitive" is better than being a girl. Just sayin.

Oh, What a Day

Today I...

• was late for my first class for the 80th time in a row.
• lost my balance walking down the trecherous snow-covered sidewalks.
• walked under a tree at the exact moment that it decided to drop all of the snow off of its branches. Twice.
• hit myself with the door.
• tripped up the stairs.
• wore shoes that really didn't go with my pants.
• couldn't breathe out of my nose.
• unconsciously made many hideous faces at people while breathing out of my mouth.
• accidentally used shampoo twice instead of conditioner.
• cut myself shaving.
• spent way too long painting my nails instead of doing homework.
• ruined my newly painted nails by trying to wash my dishes.
• got caught staring at a boy out of my window as he walked down the sidewalk.
• failed an anthropology quiz.
• spilled chocolate on my shirt.
• tripped over myself. Several times.
• postponed going to the grocery store, AND doing laundry. Again.

AND...

• got a stomach ache from eating half of the brownie batter before Brooklin could get it into the pan.

BUT I...

• got to talk to my daddy, my mommy, and little Meka on the phone.
• ate brownie batter straight from the bowl with a big spoon.
• had a snowman doorbell-ditched on my porch.
• drew pretty spring flowers on my window with window crayons.
• listened to great music.
• walked through an awesome exhibit put on by Housing about prejudice and stereotypes.
• made a real dinner for the second night in a row. (Macaroni, yum!)
• got to dance the cha cha, the mambo, and the rumba.
• felt really good about the physics test I took.
• laughed.
• had a peanut butter sandwich with homemade strawberry jam.
• went to Institute.
• finished my assignment in time.
• remembered that Glee starts again next week.

AND...

• started my day by reading the Ensign.

I may make it through the end of this semester after all.

A Little Spring, a Little Birthday, and a Whole Lot of R&R

(Pretend I wrote this last week.)

Well, I waited all semester for this, and now spring break has come and gone. It wasn't particularly eventful (no beaches, swimming suits, or sand dunes), but it was still a break and that's all I wanted. (Okay lies. I'm not going to say that I didn't want to go to Mexico or California, but a trip to Kaysville was good enough for now.) The break started off with a trip to Hale Theatre with my daddy for a production of Fiddler on the Roof. Definitely a great father-daughter show. Trevor and Sherstin came up on Sunday evening and brought Grandpa for dinner and an early birthday celebration. The nineteen mismatched candles that were crammed into my New York style cheesecake were blown out by Makenna before I got a chance to make a wish. I think that's probably a bad omen for the year. Birthday presents included a new set of scriptures, a paper cutter, and a whole jar of chocolate covered raisins! Mmm..boy! I also got a crock pot from Trevor and Sherstin (Recycled wedding gift. I was there when they opened it.) and some homemade headbands from  Hilary.

Everyone else had school all week, so the rest of the break was spent playing at home with Diva and Miss Meka. Meka is in the middle of being potty trained, so I had my share of trips to the potty, handing out lifesavers, and changing wet pats. Days were spend playing, making mints with mom, looking for jobs, digging up the garden, and being completely and blissfully lazy. Evenings were spent going to movies, wandering the neighborhood with dad, visiting wonderful friends, playing games, and staying up late watching Cake Boss. The week concluded with a trip to Provo to see my bff Jon perform in BYU's production of As You Like It. The weekend didn't end up as planned, but the show was beautiful and playing with Tressa all weekend was a blast! I finished up a blissful spring break by modeling for Hilary and playing funny, crazy games with the family.

I may not have had my turn to get sunburned over the break, but I loved being able to spend some time with friends and family, especially with my best friend Mom. Maybe next year I'll be able to afford to go somewhere adventurous.

Speed Dial

Today, I called my mom nine different times. Nine. And then I talked to her on facebook chat tonight for another twenty minutes. She's probably sick of me, but boy do I love her! Thanks for taking care of me, Mommy!

Today

Today, I felt stunningly beautiful. (Which doesn't happen very often. Mostly because I very rarely get myself ready for the day when I have no where to go but school.)

...Too bad I didn't have anyone I wanted to impress.

Oh well! Thanks for the new clothes, Mom!