Day 91: T-minus 6 days... and counting

So, it's been a relatively rough 10 days. From the late/early nights, to the pissy roommates, to the random hostility directed at you when you didn't even say a word. Yeah, well, welcome to college I guess.

So my roommate and I have been cleaning all day. Reason being is because our White Glove cleaning check is tomorrow afternoon. (And yes, I'm stalling cleaning by posting on my blog. What? Our vacuum is missing in action. Not that that's a bad thing cause it literally didn't suck anyways. I say "So" a lot, don't I.) And since the rest of our roommates don't have a days worth of experience cleaning, we are pretty much doing everything. Which is kind of comforting actually, because then we don't have to worry about failing because they suck at cleaning. Even if we did their cleaning for them, without a word of thanks or "No! That's my job!" Well whatever. You get what you get and you don't throw a fit, right? Or maybe that doesn't apply to these kind of situations. Maybe that's just for home cooked meals... Whatever! I think it works, so it works! :D

So (There it is again... do I even know any other story introducing words???), last night I was watching the first season of Cougar Town (Lame, I know), and my roommate is laying in her bed just a'chillin cause she isn't tired enough to fall asleep when another one of our anonymous roommates walks in and starts talking to my roomie about some guy I don't even know. So, of course, I turned of my left ear and used my ultra awesomely sensitive hearing to try and hear my computer without turning it up too much to disrupt the conversation going on right above me. But, as soon as my roomie so kindly invites me into the conversation (it was more like she was holding up a neon sign saying "SAVE ME FROM THIS POINTLESS AND SHALLOW CONVERSATION!!!") So of course I jumped right in and the subject almost immediately changed because, of course, Amber doesn't have real feelings about anything because she's too dumb to have an intelligent opinion. Well guess what sweetie, you didn't get into Provo either so you have no right to be judging me and being critical of my every move and opinion. At least I care about something other than getting a boyfriend. And yeah, you may know about international affairs and all, but guess what? I don't care enough to know about it. Just because that's what you're going to major in doesn't mean you have to flaunt your knowledge to any human with ears. Oh wait, any GIRL with ears. Guys don't care what comes out of your mouth. They're too busy with their mind being in the gutter. At least I know that and don't encourage it. Yeah you're playing dumb about these "comfortable" positions isn't getting anywhere with me honey. You're leading them on. Admit it. Just get over yourself, please? Nobody likes a little wannabe black chick that pops and locks it in her bedroom in front of the mirror to practice before going out and grinding all over the mormon boys that are all premi's. It's your type of girls fault that only 20 some odd percent of LDS guys go on missions.

Sorry, I'll get off my rant and vent soapbox now. That's probably not the best thing to be putting on the internet either... Oh well! I don't care! :D Anyways, in 6 days, I will be out of this frozen tundra (that's melting :D), and in a lesser frozen tundra :) Hey, I'm not complaining! Anywhere but Rexburg is fine with me! :D And then in a exactly 8 days, I will be boarding a flight back to good ol' Texas :D I can't wait to go home for the holidays!!! Even if it means coming back here afterwards. I'm happy with whatever I can get :D I'm thinking about getting a Texas flag to hang in my window up here :D I saw one in another dorm and I jumped and yelled with joy :D I want to make other people do that too :D

This is turning out to be a rather long post! Sorry or You're Welcome! Whichever you prefer! :D I will leave you now with a picture that made me laugh :D

Day 81

It has been far too long!!! I suppose I just haven't had anything to say! Which could be good or bad, depending on how you look at it...

Well, not much has happened since I last posted. We had thanksgiving break this past week. I got to get out of Rexburg (FINALLY!!!) and headed down to Provo for the first few days. Then on Tuesday, Morgan, Juliet and I picked up Grandma and headed down to Cedar City! On the way, we decided that we would go all the way down to St. George instead, where my Aunt Becky and Uncle Steve now live. They moved there just a few months ago. We stayed there for the night because we had heard about a huge snow storm coming our way and we figured we would rather not drive back up to Cedar in a blizzard. That night, we drove out to Hurricane, my old home, to visit with some friends of ours, the Halls! After putting up their tree and lights, I didn't want to leave. The second we started driving to Hurricane from St. George I felt like I was going home. It was a bittersweet feeling. I may want to go back there someday for good, but at present, that is not possible. It's sad that there is only one place out of the many that I have lived has felt like a real hometown for me. I miss it very much.

Anyways! No more sad feelings or memories! So after we put up the Halls christmas tree and lights, Yovonda invited us to come see Tangled with them at the early showing the next day. I was absolutely delighted to be spending more time with my family away from home! Yes, the Halls are my family away from home :D So we went back to St. George that night and the next day went to see Tangled back in my hometown. I can now say that I officially have a favorite movie! I have never had one before! It was absolutely wonderful!!! :D It made my life! That afternoon, we drove up to Cedar City to my Aunt Debbie and Uncle Robs for Thanksgiving. We made the 6 pies on Wednesday so that we could give some to a charity I believe.

Then it's Thanksgiving all of a sudden! We had a wonderful meal with lots of family to share it with. After that, we rested for a while, thought about sledding, found out there wasn't enough snow left to sled on, and started playing games with the everybody. My favorite was the Piggy game where everyone sits in a big circle and one person is blindfolded in the middle. While they are spinning blindfolded, everyone in the circle switches spots and then the person in the middle points to someone and says "Piggy piggy who art thou?" They then have to guess who the person is by the snort that the person makes. What makes it so fun is that the person being pointed at has to snort until the middle person guesses. The best part about is was that I got chosen three times, two of which I was recording on my camera. Which means that the person pointing at me is looking directly into the camera and I am behind the camera snorting my little heart out! What makes it even better is that almost every time somebody else snorted, the person in the middle would guess me as the snorter :D I must be good :D

Well, after games and such, we were all tired, so we rested by playing board games and watching movies until we all finally crashed. Then on friday, we went to see Tangled again! :D It made me very very happy :D I also played my guitar and sang for my Aunt and Grandma. After friday is pretty much boring and unimportant.

I gotta run now! I have a class in less than fifteen minutes! And I'm not even dressed! :D Kehehe :D

Day 58: Taylor Swift

I love Taylor Swift's songs. She writes the best songs and has the best guitar parts. I spent nearly 2 hours playing her songs today, just for fun and because they're amazing. I commend her for being a great role model and not falling into the depths of hollywood and their corrupt ways. She is a wonderful person and I hope she stays that way.

I'm five years old and it's getting cold
I've got my big coat on
I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you
I run and run
Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides
Look now the sky is gold
I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home

I don't know why all the trees change in the fall
I know you're not scared of anything at all
Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away
But I know I had the best day with you today

I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean
I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys
And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away
And we talk and window shop till I forgot all their names

I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school
But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you
Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay
But I know I had the best day with you today

I have an excellent father
His strength is making me stronger
God smiles on my little brother
Inside and out he's better than I am

I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run
And I had the best days with you

There is a video I found from back when I was three
You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me
It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs
Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world

Now I know why all the trees change in the fall
I know you were on my side even when I was wrong
And I love you for giving me your eyes
Staying back and watching me shine and I didn't know if you knew
So I'm taking this chance to say that I had the best day with you today

Day 55: Testing Services

When you first saw that title, you probably expected a post about the crapiness of testing services or how I hate tests or something negative. But, this may come as a shock to some of you, so you may want to sit down, which you should be doing anyways (Who stands up when they're on the computer?), that I actually very much like the testing services here at BYU-Idaho. They have plenty of seating, well spaced seating as well, a very quiet environment in the testing center, it's like soundproof I swear. They run very efficiently, they make sure people are being honest by asking them what they can use on their test before actually giving them their test, they prices for retakes are very reasonable too.

It's only 50 cents for the first retake, that's just awesome, and perfect cause I wanna retake a test later today. Not that I totally epic failed on that test, I just wasn't satisfied with my grade. Lets just say I spaced out about the exam review last night and I have now vowed never to miss another exam review. And it's not like a lower grade is going to do a ton of damage to my grade in that class cause I already have an A, I got a 100 on the last test and it's science, which comes super easy to me. Which is odd because I don't like science like at all, but I'm really good at it. I don't know about you but that doesn't make any sense to me.

Anyhoo, enough about my science issues. So I'm glad the testing center has cheap retake prices cause this will be my first retake this semester. And I doubt I will ever do it again. I've learned my lesson about studying beforehand.

That is all for now! Thanks for reading! :D

Day 52: Guitars

I play the guitar. Not very well, mind you, but I do play. And I love it. I love having calluses on my fingers. I love the pain in my fingers felt after playing for hours on end. I love the black leftover on my thumb after strumming. I love the feel of stings beneath my fingertips, just waiting to be plucked and strummed. I love that you can have a hundred songs all using the same chord progression. I love using a capo. I love acoustic guitars. I love electric guitars. I love bass guitars. I love ukuleles. I love playing a chord and experimenting with different ways to play that one single chord. There are so many possibilities. I love how my parents got me a guitar long after I said I wanted one. Which, by that time, I had forgotten that I wanted one. I love finger picking. I love how there are so many different people that make guitars so well. I love going to a store with tons of guitars and playing every single one. I love that the majority of songs involve a guitar in some way or another. I love muting. I love hammering. I love steel strings. I love nylon strings. I love the ring that comes from picking one string. I love that you can see the string vibrating. I love guys that play the guitar. I love that so many guys play guitar now days. I love the wobble sound you can get from shaking the body of the guitar. I love playing chords. I love playing blues chords. I love playing scales. I love playing blues scales. I love tuning the strings to the perfect pitch. I love that you can put any song to guitar, whether it has one already or not. I love that I can strum a few chords really loud and hard when I'm angry or frustrated. I love that it can calm me down in the peak of any emotion. I love the smell of the inside of the body. I love that you can plug it into an amp and blast it until the neighbors scream at you. I love that you can play it on any street corner and get donations. I love making up my own chords. I love sight reading songs. I love playing tabs. I love making up my own songs. I love bar chords, no matter how hard they are to play. I love how the neck feels in my left hand and how my right hand just knows what to do. I love custom guitars. I hope to get my own custom guitar someday, a smaller than normal size though for my big palms and short fingers. I love the perfect harmony that comes when all the strings are in perfect tune. I love the hum that is still there long after you stopped strumming. I love the echo inside the body. I love dropping my pick into the body and having to shake and turn my guitar upside down to get it. I love being able to say that I can play the guitar.



By the way, this was me on Halloween :D Dark purple lipstick is the way to go :D

Day 49: Fail

So there is the blog called Fail Blog that has its own site. I'm sure you've heard of it. Anyways, I just discovered this clip from them. It's freakin' hilarious. I just thought I'd share :D

Day 48: Scarves!

I. love. scarves. period. I have an obsession. I own around 20 scarves. They have their own drawer. I mean, they're just awesome!!! They're multi-functional! Which I love! They can be a fashion accessory or a warmth provider or even both at the same time! Who would've thunk??? :D And there are so many ways to style a scarf too. You can wrap it around, very simple, or you can wrap it twice, oooh we're gettin' complicated here. Then there are the square scarves that are just a whole new level of awesome. When I wear a scarf, it is usually what completes my outfit. I love it! And the best thing is, it's cold here! So I can wear them all the time!!! :D :D :D That is all. ;)



Even the whiskers agree!!! Scarves are awesome! :D

Day 41: Undecided...

It was recently brought to my attention that my blog seems kind of depressing! Just wanted to let yall know that I am not depressed!!! I'm splendiferous :D :D :D I guess I just put things on here that I can't say anywhere else. Sorry about that!

So I found out today that I love Japanese Game Shows! They make me laugh like nothing else can!!! They're absolutely hilarious!!! :D So here is one for yall's enjoyment! :D You're welcome! :D



Sorry you can't understand it! It's still hilarious!!! :D

Days 37-40: Soldiers

So I was listening to my iTunes top rated earlier today and a song came on that I hadn't heard in a while. So I took the time to just listen to the words and really take in the whole song. It really hit me when it was over what it was all about and why the singer sang and maybe even wrote the song. The song is called Somebody's Someone by Lonestar. I would like to share it with you. Please take the time to just listen/read the words. I hope it opens your eyes.

If you don't watch the video, that's fine with me. I just please ask you to listen to the words.


Turn to the six o'clock news, another soldier dies
Tried to hide it but I couldn't help it, I had to cry
When my little boy asked me daddy was he your friend
I said no, I didn't even know him

But he was somebody's someone, a neighbor, a husband
A brother, a father, and a mother's only son
He was an uncle, a cousin, somebody's best friend
And I'm sure at times a shoulder to lean on
He was somebody's someone

So I sat there in that chair and helped him understand
How this brave young man gave his life for our land
And although he's someone we'll never know
To you and me he is a hero

He was somebody's someone, a neighbor, a husband
A brother, a father, and a mother's only son
He was an uncle, a cousin, somebody's best friend
And I'm sure at times a shoulder to lean on
He was somebody's someone

To the world he was a total stranger
Who kept us safe and out of danger
But now he's just a picture on TV
Somebody's memory

He was somebody's someone, a neighbor, a husband
A brother, a father, and a mother's only son
He was an uncle, a cousin, somebody's best friend
And I'm sure at times a shoulder to lean on
He was somebody's someone
He was somebody's someone

Thank you for reading.

Day 36: Faith in Humanity

So today, we went to the grocery store. And being the poor starving college students that we are, we walk everywhere. But, we weren't even out of the parking lot when a young couple offered us a ride home. They were super sweet and super nice. They had just enough seats for us and were already about to leave. They cleaned out their back seat for us and gave us a ride home. These kind of people are the ones that restore my faith in Humanity. Thank goodness for kind and generous human beings.

Tangent! I found a page on facebook called "Snorts and Giggles" that has a bunch of really funny pictures. I am going to share a few of them with you privileged beings :D Here they are :D Boy are you lucky :D







By the way, each of these represents one of my roommates in one way or another. Some may be for the same person, and some may be from my summer roommates, meaning mostly my sister and neighbors :D I love all the people in my life :D I am so blessed :D

Day 35: Hair

When it comes to hair, it sucks to be a girl. You never know exactly what your hair is going to do that day and it is uncooperative and usually long. Ugh. Why can't we go back to the time where men had long hair in a ponytail and women has super long hair that was always up. Geez. Stupid hair.
But on the other hand, I love my hair! It needs to be cut but other than that, I can get my hair to do whatever I want! Most of the time. For example, I can straighten it whenever, I can now curl it with my straightener, I can put it in curlers and look like shirley temple the next day too. The only thing that sucks is that this year has been full of hair dye mess ups and catastrophes. Long story short, I once had blond hair. Now, it is dark redish with light blonde strips at the front. Many steps came between those two colors. It was a disaster at best.
This weekend, hopefully, I am going to dye and cut my hair! I can't decide whether I want it to be my natural color or lighter, or maybe even darker... Most likely lighter :D

Days 33-34: I like food.

That's right. I like food. But it's more like I LOVE food :D We have a love-hate relationship sometimes though. Sometimes I hate it because it makes me gain weight. But on the other hand, it tastes sooooo goood!!!!! Golly!!! Silly food!!! That is all :D I know, boring and pointless. Get over it :)

Day 30-32: I don't even know...

So my weekend felt super long. On saturday, I didn't wake up till 1 and then went to bed at midnight. And I didn't leave the apartment all day long. Most boring day ever. Then sunday, I didn't wake up in time for church and ended up waking up in the middle of sunday school. So I went to Sacrament meeting. Bored all day. What a long weekend. Geez.
Yesterday, I was super tired. I am today too. Every time I go to my choir class, it just makes me want to be a choir teacher even more. I'm glad I found something I'm passionate about :D. I also started to draw anime last night. My roommate got me hooked on this one anime show. So I decided I would try to draw her. I did! And it looks good! I'm so excited that I can draw anime!!! :D So I have been drawing them all over my papers now. It's fun :D.

I only have a week left of my Book of Mormon class. And we don't even have class next tuesday because he is giving us time to write our final. Which is just a paper on all the things we studied in the class. I'm kinda sad that it's gonna be over. But on the other hand, it will give me a lot more time to focus on my other classes. Especially psychology. Reason being is because I took the second test yesterday and got a 56%. Not good. I almost cried. But I was too tired to react at all. I was overconfident going into it and now I need to calm down and focus.
I actually slept through my psychology class this morning. My alarm no longer wakes me up. So instead of waking up at 7 so I could get ready and get to my class at 8, I woke up at 9. I ended up laying in my bed for another 30 minutes cause I just could not get up. It sucked. Hard core. And I'm still super duper tired. It's freakin' crazy. I hate it. So I'm gonna start putting my alarm on my desk instead of by my bed. I hope that will help.
I'm finally getting real calluses from playing the guitar!!! They would always start to develop and then I would stop playing and peel them off. Not this time!!! They are here to stay! Woot woot!!! :D I love playing the guitar :) It makes me happy :) Same with the piano :) Sigh :)

Day 30: Invitations

First of all, ONE MONTH MARKER!!!!!!!! :D I have now been a college student for one whole month :D It's not bad! I'm enjoying it! For the most part that is.
Now for the real reason of this post. We all know the types of invites. There's the invitation because they want you to come. These are the best kind. Then there are the invites out of pity. I have had plenty of these. They suck. Period. There are also invites out of sympathy. These also appear quite often in my life. I usually deny them though, because I hate them. With a passion. Then, of course, there are the invites out of requirement. These are when someone of influence over the inviter has forced them into inviting the invitee. Usually, these appear with siblings. But sometimes, often for me, the parents of a "friend" know that someone is getting left out. Therefore, that loner gets an invite because the inviter was forced. These hate these kind too.
Ok, so you may be asking why I am educating y'all on types of invitations. This is because I had a sympathy invite today. I made me a bit depressed and more angry. I end up being alone in my apartment quite often. Mostly because nobody notices that this happens. It happens. A lot. And not only here in college. When I was in middle school, I would often spend close to three hours home alone every weekday. I don't remember why though... Oh well!
Anyhoo! Back to why I am writing this post. I hate sympathy invitations. These are the kind I get most often. Hence why I hate them so much. These are also pretty much the ONLY type of invites I have gotten whilst attending college. It sucks! Hard Core! That's why I hate them so much!!! I feel like getting up in front of the whole school and screaming "I'M A PERSON! TREAT MY LIKE ONE! OPEN YOUR FREAKIN' EYES JERKS!" Ugh. UGH. (Big SIGH...)
So if anyone that happens to be in Rexburg is reading this, which I highly doubt, please, be my friend.

Day 29: Honoring God

This is a statement that was read over the PA system at the football game at Roane County High School , Kingston , Tennessee by school Principal, Jody McLeod

"It has always been the custom at Roane County High School football games, to say a prayer and play the National Anthem, to honor God and Country."

Due to a recent ruling by the Supreme Court, I am told that saying a Prayer is a violation of Federal Case Law. As I understand the law at this time, I can use this public facility to approve of sexual perversion and call it "an alternate life style," and if someone is offended, that's OK.

I can use it to condone sexual promiscuity, by dispensing condoms and calling it, "safe sex." If someone is offended, that's OK.

I can even use this public facility to present the merits of killing an unborn baby as a "viable! means of birth control." If someone is offended, no problem...

I can designate a school day as "Earth Day" and involve students in activities to worship religiously and praise the goddess "Mother Earth" and call it "ecology.."

I can use literature, videos and presentations in the classroom that depicts people with strong, traditional Christian convictions as "simple minded" and "ignorant" and call it "enlightenment.."

However, if anyone uses this facility to honor GOD and to ask HIM to Bless this event with safety and good sportsmanship, then Federal Case Law is violated.

This appears to be inconsistent at best, and at worst, diabolical.
Apparently, we are to be tolerant of everything and anyone, except GOD and HIS Commandments.

Nevertheless , as a school principal, I frequently ask staff and students to abide by rules with which they do not necessarily agree. For me to do otherwise would be inconsistent at best, and at worst, hypocritical... I suffer from that affliction enough unintentionally. I certainly do not need to add an intentional transgression.

For this reason, I shall "Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's," and refrain from praying at this time.

" However, if you feel inspired to honor, praise and thank GOD and ask HIM,in the name of JESUS, to Bless this event, please feel free to do so.. As far as I know, that's not against the law----yet."

One by one, the people in the stands bowed their heads, held hands with one another and began to pray.

They prayed in the stands. They prayed in the team huddles. They prayed at the concession stand and they prayed in the Announcer's Box!

The only place they didn't pray was in the Supreme Court of the United States of America- the Seat of "Justice" in the "one nation, under GOD."

Somehow, Kingston , Tennessee Remembered what so many have forgotten. We are given the Freedom OF Religion, not the Freedom FROM Religion.Praise GOD that HIS remnant remains!

JESUS said, "If you are ashamed of ME before men, then I will be ashamed of you before MY FATHER.."


I received this in an email recently and it struck a chord with me. Thank you for reading.

Day 28: Rain :D

I LOVE RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It smells wonderful, feels wonderful, tastes wonderful, looks wonderful, it's just wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D I even grew up in Oregon :D And I still love it :D That is all :D

Day 27: Breakable

I would like to share with you a song. It's called Breakable by Ingrid Michaelson. I like it very much. If you would like to hear it, you are welcome to find it on Youtube! But, here are the lyrics! My favorite part! :)

Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys

And you fasten my seat belt because it is the law
In your two ton death trap I finally saw
A piece of love in your face that bathed me in regret
Then you drove me to places I'll never forget

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys

You're Welcome :) It's a favorite of the many hundreds!

Day 25: Tattoos

When I was younger, meaning last year, I thought that people who got tattoos were stupid. I saw no point in getting a tattoo. Who would willingly torture themselves just to get an image permanently put on your body? And when you're old and saggy, we all know it's going to happen, what are you gonna think of the tattoo then, eh? Nastiness.
It wasn't until the last few months that I started thinking seriously about why a person would get a tattoo. I began to see the appeal in it. I actually found a tattoo I would like to get and I know exactly where to put it too! Strange, eh? But of course, I'm not going to get a tattoo. I'm just saying that I understand. I also have started to think that a guy with a tattoo is actually pretty attractive. But not if they are covered by them. Gross.
I'm just saying :) I think they're pretty cool now :D By the way, the picture is the tattoo that I would get, kind of. I actually drew what I want. It's that plus a peace sign on the inside of the heart and "love" written from the stem of the treble clef. It looks pretty awesome if I do say so myself :D

Day 23: Rebellion

You know how no matter how hard you try, you just can't keep bad words out of your head sometimes? Well today, or specifically the last few hours, have been like that and then some. And you know the friends that you just feel like smacking upside the head sometimes just 'cause they are being so stupid? I have one of those. But she's a little too touchy for me to say anything about it. It sucks! Hard core! Then there are those times when you are just pissed off and the littlest thing will blow a fuse in your brain and cause a major explosion as could be seen on mythbusters.
So today has just been one of "those" days. Extreme emotions running on end. My brain is turning into mush. I think that if someone were to open my skull right now, they would find a pile of ramen noodle like contents instead of a brain. Or maybe mashed potatoes. What sucks the most is that I got to the point where I was putting those words and harsh conversations into my own head, without the influence of a certain someone that we all hate.
And on top of all of this nastiness, I can't take my meds this weekend or else I will run out of them during the week, which is much worse than losing my head on the weekend. And a certain someone can't stop pointing out that I am going crazy because of my lack of medication. I am perfectly aware of what was going to happen when I didn't take my medications on purpose. GET OVER IT! GET OFF MY FREAKIN' CASE (insert bad word of choice here)! I know myself much better than you think you know me. Shut your freakin' mouth. Please and thank you.
So I'll get off my rant now. Sorry for the nastiness that is now infecting my blog that probably nobody even reads.

Day 22: Getting an attitude adjustment

 I believe in the power of music. It is a blunt force wind that can do great damage and carve beautiful canyons out of granite. I believe that music has influence enough to change us in deeper ways than we could ever grasp. I speculate that the music a person has on their top 25 most played list on their iPod will tell you more about the person than the people themselves could tell you. For example, I recently discovered that I very much enjoy british music. Even more so than american music. To me, this says that I love feeling foreign or different and that I want to travel the whole world round in this life.
       Music has the power to change a persons attitude at the crack of a whip. I know this from personal experience. When I am having a bad day, which happens often, I might listen to 3OH!3 or Paramore. Listening to this kind of music will prolong my anger and allow me to let out all the negativity that is circulating my train of thought. I am the type of person to hold those feelings in and letting them out every once in a while is very beneficial. If I bottle them up for too long I become a bottle of Diet Coke just waiting for a Mentos to break my tension. But, on the other hand, I could listen to Taylor Swift, Ingrid Michaelson or Lenka. These are the songs that you may hear me singing very loudly from the shower or in the car. This kind of upbeat, happy music will change my mood, as I said before, at the crack of a whip. My peevishness quickly makes a sharp U-turn onto Sunshine Avenue. Whichever one I choose to indulge in, more often Lenka than 3OH!3, my attitude changes to fit the music I bombard myself with.
       I know from experience that music has the power to influence people to become opposite of the way they were raised. This goes for both ends of the spectrum. Many people in my junior and senior classes were the type of people that listened to Acid Reign and Haunted Life. It was usually just loud enough that it would seep into my brain like car oil and affect my every word and action. It would most often transform me into a person filled with attitude, harsh come backs and disturbing sarcasm. What was the worst about it was that I wouldn’t care if I hurt someone, emotionally or physically. There were times when I would search for a station on the radio that played screamo just to get myself to be that rough edged person. Things that I would say and do when I was that person were so out of character that it would often scare people at how different I was. That is the power of music in action.
       Music can change people in ways that are of great help or of great destruction. Music is capable of altering anyone in a way that no other person or thing could. Music lives in me. There is power in music. This I believe.

P.S. I didn't take the pictures in this post. Gotta love Google! :D

Day 21: This I believe

I believe...
- in life
- in love
- in happiness
- in food
- in having fun
- in living life for the moment
- in living life for the future
- that music is a powerful force
- in teaching
- in learning
- in revelation
- in God
- in Jesus Christ
- in the Holy Ghost
- in being silly
- in being stupid every once in a while
- in reading good books
- in good television shows
- in great movies
- in smelling good
- in art
- in eternity
- in singing your heart out
- in making a fool of yourself whenever possible
- in gaining a testimony
- in stupid jokes
- in making stupid jokes and pointing out that it wasn't funny right after you say it
- in dreams
- in dreaming
- in light
- in being imperfect
- in being vulnerable
- in unrequited love

and last but not least...

- I believe in making lists of things you love or believe in...

Day 20: Gianna Jessen

What is your view on abortion? Think about it. How do you really feel about taking the life of a child because of a mistake made by the mother and father? Please really think about this.
My view is against it. Quite against it in fact. And to back up my views, I refer you to Gianna Jessen. Gianna is an abortion survivor. The abortionist was not present at the time she was supposed to be delivered dead. Had he been there, she would have been strangled. But that obviously didn't happen, so, she was sent to a hospital and placed in an incubator at only two pounds. Please listen to her speak about her life in the video I am providing the link for.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPF1FhCMPuQ

If the link doesn't work, which it probably wont, who knows, then go to Youtube and search Gianna Jessen Abortion Survivor in Australia. And no, she is not from Australia, she is from California. An American citizen.

Day 19: The Elephant Man

Have you heard of the elephant man? The one who lived in england? (Sorry, that was a sad attempt at making that sound like the muffin man rhyme) Anyhoo! If you have heard of him, good for you! I applaud you silently as I type. For those of you who are thinking of the guy that was in the Guinness Book of World Records a few years back, sorry about your false assumptions.
Ok so if your curiosity is starting to take over, pull back the reigns flicka cause here it comes. The elephant man was a man who lived quite a while ago over in London. He travelled around with a circus because of his horrific looks. All that saw him would scream and run at the first sight of the mangled body of this man. Most assumed that he was an unintelligible creature that was neither human nor animal. But, in reality, this man was extremely intelligent. He could read and write and also was very well versed in all the works of Shakespeare. He could quote any play or sonnet of Shakespeare's at the drop of a hat.
One day, a scientist decided to make a name for himself. He wanted to study something that had never been studied or something that was very obscure. When he found out about this so-called "elephant man," his curiosity was peaked. He contacted the circus manager and agreed to buy the elephant man from the circus for a certain time period so as he could study the man. So the scientist gets the elephant man and conducts experiments and studies and showed the elephant man to all scientist's that were willing to see. And when the scientist was done with the elephant man, he sold him back to the circus.
Whilst on his way back to the circus, the elephant man was at the train station and people saw him and began to chase him down, thinking that he was a wild animal. The man found a bathroom and hid until the cops came and found him. When the people found him in the bathroom, the elephant man shouted in very audible terms, "I AM NOT AN ANIMAL! I AM A MAN!" When word got back to the scientist that this man was intelligible, the scientist realized how terrible this mans life had been. Can you imagine, being in the circus because you are so deformed, being caged behind a curtain, then revealed to the full extent and having the audience scream and run in terror. How would that feel?
This is what the scientist thought about and realized that his experiments and studies had only added to the humiliation of this man. As soon as he could, the scientist bought the elephant back from the circus and provided a place to stay, food, things to do, and company. The scientist learned that the man was very intelligent. He also learned about his fascination with Shakespeare. The scientist learned that the elephant man had never seen the world because of being caged and ridiculed to no end. So the scientist provided a way for the elephant man to see nature without the eyes of critics constantly observing him.
Later on, the scientist took the elephant man to a play of Shakespeare's. He rented a box so there would be no eyes constantly penetrating him. They arrived very early so as to not cause a scene upon arrival. The female lead of the play learned of the elephant mans presence and requested to meet him. The scientist was very hesitant to allow this. But the lady was quite adamant in her desires. So the scientist prepared her by showing pictures and telling in detail of the mans appearance. Even after extensive preparation, the scientist was still quite nervous about the event.
When the day came for the lady to meet the disfigured man, the scientist didn't know what to think. When the lady came and entered the presence of the elephant man, her reaction was like no other. The woman carried on quite a long conversation with the abnormal man. She learned of his love of Shakespeare and began to quite Romeo and Juliet. They ended up quoting and entire scene of the play to each other and at the end of the scene, the woman leaned over, gently kissed the man, and then left without another word.
The scientist had to sit outside of the room for the entire encounter. So when the woman came out, he didn't know what to think. He entered the room and found the man silently sobbing. Immediately thinking that the woman had been cruel to him, the scientist went to his comfort. Upon reaching the sobbing man, the scientist asked what had happened. The words this man next said will be ever-present in my mind. The sad man said in response, "that is the first time a woman has ever looked at me without screaming." The scientist began to cry.
When the elephant man was about 32 years of age, he decided that he wanted to know what it was like to lay on a bed like a normal person. Upon lying down, the man realized that his head was too heavy to be put down. The man tried to lift his head unsuccessfully and left this earth via suffocation.
Now, if you're wondering what the point of my telling this story is, you are about to be thoroughly satisfied. This story is simply an example of the joy that will come to us when we are resurrected. Imagine being that man at the resurrection and feeling normal for the first time ever. Imagine the joy that would bring to you.
Okay, so now that you know that, think about what Jesus Christ did for you to make that possible. He died. He suffered ALL the pains, sicknesses, afflictions, temptations, infirmities and sins of the world. I cannot even BEGIN to grasp the pain that would have caused. Then Christ was sacrificed. Christ had power over death. So how does that work? How can a man with power over death, die? This is how. Jesus Christ was an infinite, being the son of God, and finite, being the son of mortal Mary. He, being human, would die because of the fall of Adam. But, his power over death that came from being the son of an immortal being, came into play after His death. Hence, the resurrection.
I cannot even begin to express my sincere gratitude to my Heavenly Father and His son Jesus Christ for their plan and the atonement. I am so infinitely grateful that I cannot even feel gratitude for other things. All my gratitude goes towards Jesus and Heavenly Father. I love them so much and look forward to the day when I can be with them again.

Day 18: Sluffing...

First of all, welcome to my blog!!! This is the third blog I have started and hopefully it will last longer than the others! Just so you know, I am beginning at Day 18 instead of 1 because today is my 18th day of college (But if you wanna get real technical about it, I've been in college since June...)! If you wanna know why, that sucks 'cause I'm not gonna tell you! Ahahaha!!! :D
Now that formalities are out of the way, let's get down to business (to defeat, the huns). If you don't know what sluffing is than you probably didn't go to high school in utah. Which I don't blame you for. It sucks. If you're from the real world, you would call it ditching, skipping, some gangsta word that I don't know, etc. The reason I write about sluffing is because I just sluffed my first class (Yay me!!!). If you care enough to know why, keep reading. If you don't care, sucks for you.
So I got up this morning and was ready to go but my silly roommate, we'll call her deb, wanted to come with. But deb is the typical girl who loves to take time to get ready in the morning. She's a girl, it's not that unusual. But I had a class in 20 minutes and my stomach was beginning to go on a rampage through my nerves. So I went ahead and left, got my breakfast, and ate it in record time (2 minutes to eat a large fruit cup and drink an apple juice).
By the time I was done, my stomach was going on a rampage with a different mind set this time around. (By the way, my other roommate, we'll call her chi chi, is in my class that I sluffed, fyi, if you even cared to know that little tidbit). So here I am, sitting in the cafeteria, my stomach very angry with me for inhaling my food, and I am ready to blow technicolor chunks. Then here comes chi chi who informs me that we need to leave for class! Great! Now I have to multitask! But here's the good part (at least I think it's the good part), Chi chi didn't get to eat her food and decides that she doesn't want to attend class either! AHA! My stomach is happy with this exciting news! So we decide that since the class we don't want to attend actually grades based on attendance, we should at least go mark ourselves there so we won't get docked. So we did! That's right! We lied! MWAHahaha! We are going to Hell because we lied to the roll sheet..................................uh................... Oh well!
Now that you know my thuper duper exciting sluffing story, you are probably bored out of your mind........ Sucks for you! Ahahaha!!! Hey, I'm not the one who decided to waste my life reading someone else's life story, I'm just the author. No hate mail por favor. Although love letters are quite welcome :)
So if you enjoyed wasting your time reading about my all too exciting life, than you should read my next post! It's going to be about food! Or maybe school... OR OOOOH.... tattoos... (Yoda says: Amber, a rebel, you are.)