I am claustrophobic.
Today, I went to Plato's Closet with Erica and her two sisters, because they had an amazing deal going on: fit as many clearance items as you can into a plastic shopping bag, and get the whole thing for only $10. It was sweet! We got there just a few minutes before ten, not even realizing that there would be a huge, long line leading from the front doors. By the time we entered the store, it was already PACKED (literally). I felt like I did when I went to Warped Tour back in '08, when we were in the very middle of the huge, sweaty crowd of moshing people. It was awesome. I grabbed anything and everything I could that looked slightly cute, reaching over peoples' heads, sometimes even [accidentally] slapping them in the face. While going through the aisles of clothes, you would have to stand there for minutes at a time, because no one was moving. Then, when someone was passing through, you would have to cram yourself in between the racks of clothes to make room. At one point, Erica and I smelled pee. Kirsti decided that someone had peed to get everyone away from the clothes. We waited in line for probably twenty minutes. I was so relieved when I finally walked out of that store with all my clothes. But I've gotta admit, it was totally worth it.
Last night, dad took me and mom to Tucano's for dinner down in Provo. It was delightful. After that, he took us down to a city just south of Nephi, because he had to do something for his work there. It smelt like diarrhea, times 100. That was when mom told me what they did in the building: after butchers were done with animals' carcases, they would give the leftover meat, heads, bones, and diseased body parts to the people who worked here, and they would grind them up, cook them, and sell them to farmers to feed to their pigs and cows and other disgusting animals. Oh. Now I know why it smelt like death. It was nasty. We didn't get home until about 1'o'clock in the morning, so, even though I curled my hair and did my make up today, I'm going to take a nap.
7/17/10
7/11/10
memories: telifone pole phone calls.
Back in High School, I was the drummer in an all-girl band called TeliFone Pole. Emily was the guitarist and Erica played the bass. We only played a handful of actual live shows, but what made us better to perform at those shows was when we called people up on the phone and played a song or two for them, whether they liked it or not.
I had written a song for a boy named Tom, basically apologizing to him for something I didn't do. It was probably the worst song I've ever written in my life. But once we got all the parts down, we called Tom up and played him the song over the phone. Back then, I didn't feel weird about it, but now, looking back, I am so embarrassed for my High School self. The people we called had to have thought we were so dumb. But everytime I think about it, it makes me laugh.
I had written a song for a boy named Tom, basically apologizing to him for something I didn't do. It was probably the worst song I've ever written in my life. But once we got all the parts down, we called Tom up and played him the song over the phone. Back then, I didn't feel weird about it, but now, looking back, I am so embarrassed for my High School self. The people we called had to have thought we were so dumb. But everytime I think about it, it makes me laugh.
7/8/10
memories: stake dances.
Lately I've been remembering a lot of funny things I've done with friends in the past, and I don't want to forget them, so I decided that it would be a good idea to post them all in a week (or maybe a few weeks, because there are a lot) so I can laugh at them later. So here goes!
When I was in Junior High and High School, my best friends, Emily and Erica, and I would always look forward to the monthly stake dances. Our tradition was to dress up crazy and to wear bright, neon colors (which I now am a little embarrassed about) and attend these dances every month.
The earliest memory I have at a stake dance was one night when I was about 14 years old. Earlier that day, I had modelled for Modest by Design, a company that makes modest prom dresses. My hair and make up were fixed up and fancy, and I had on a black shirt and skirt. Suddenly, the DJ announced that there would be a "Shoe Dance," and he told all the girls to put one of their shoes in the middle so a boy could pick one, and the two of them could dance. I put my shoe in, and the most gorgeous boy picked my shoe. I couldn't have been more thrilled. I went up to him, and he gave me my shoe back and walked away. As I stood there, not knowing what to do next, Emily told me to put my shoe back into the middle, and so I did. I waited and waited, but no one was picking my shoe. A few minutes later, a boy picked up my shoe. He held it up, and I walked over to him to get it. Instead of handing it to me like all the other boys did, he knelt down, and put my shoe on for me. Everyone clapped for us. Then we danced. When the dance ended and as people were walking out, I heard a few people call it the "Cinderella Dance."
Another memory I have is when Emily, Erica, Rachel and I snuck into the boys' bathroom to get a picture by the urinal. My boyfriend-at-the-time, Erik, was with us, and we told him to stand guard, and tell us if anyone was coming. We all ran in and took a few pictures, and were laughing the whole time. When we were finishing up, a man who was chaperoning the dance walked in and saw us, and got mad. We awkwardly walked out of the bathroom, and got mad at Erik for not telling us someone was coming. We eventually made "Boys Bathroom Madness" a tradition for every stake dance we attend.
One night at a stake dance held outside under the church pavillion, Emily, Erica and I were sitting in Emily's car, trying to think of something else to do, because the dance was super lame. Out of nowhere, two of the chaperones from the dance came up to Emily's car, rested their arms on the door, and told us that we needed to be in the dance, because we couldn't stay in our car and hang out in the parking lot. We politely said okay, and then drove off. On our way out of the parking lot, Erica shouted out the window, "Vote for me!"
Another time, after going to a stake dance, we decided to call up Birdsley and Peter and hang out at the local Smith's with them. At that time, I was texting a boy named Dakota, but we called him DK for some reason. I hadn't before met Dakota, and for some reason, he wanted to meet me that night, so I told him to come to the Smith's we were hanging out at, and he agreed to meet me there. As he was on his way, someone had the idea of making Erica pretend to be me when he came. She agreed, and a few minutes later, he arrived. Erica said hi, and started talking to him while I sat in a chair facing away from them, laughing my head off with Emily, Birdsley and Peter. Erica just went along with what DK was saying, because he was talking about what he and I had talked about, and Erica was clueless. What's even more funny is the fact that DK had seen pictures of me, and Erica and I don't look alike at all. But he bought it. When he left, I texted him and told him it wasn't me he talked to. He got all mad, and swore. I haven't heard from him since. After he left, Birdsley randomly pulled out a phone that was missing the screen, and started to "talk to God." He could carry on a long and deep conversation, too.
My last memory of stake dances was when Erica and I decided to follow this one guy around everywhere he went, just for the heck of it. Everytime he would turn around to look at us, we'd pretend to do something else, like dance or talk. We kept it up for probably ten minutes, and eventually started to play "Rock, Paper, Scissors" everytime he would turn around. Eventually, when it was more than obvious that we were following him, he said, "Will you guys please stop following me?" We just walked away.
Stay tuned for more funny stories about my past. I've got a ton more to share. :)
When I was in Junior High and High School, my best friends, Emily and Erica, and I would always look forward to the monthly stake dances. Our tradition was to dress up crazy and to wear bright, neon colors (which I now am a little embarrassed about) and attend these dances every month.
The earliest memory I have at a stake dance was one night when I was about 14 years old. Earlier that day, I had modelled for Modest by Design, a company that makes modest prom dresses. My hair and make up were fixed up and fancy, and I had on a black shirt and skirt. Suddenly, the DJ announced that there would be a "Shoe Dance," and he told all the girls to put one of their shoes in the middle so a boy could pick one, and the two of them could dance. I put my shoe in, and the most gorgeous boy picked my shoe. I couldn't have been more thrilled. I went up to him, and he gave me my shoe back and walked away. As I stood there, not knowing what to do next, Emily told me to put my shoe back into the middle, and so I did. I waited and waited, but no one was picking my shoe. A few minutes later, a boy picked up my shoe. He held it up, and I walked over to him to get it. Instead of handing it to me like all the other boys did, he knelt down, and put my shoe on for me. Everyone clapped for us. Then we danced. When the dance ended and as people were walking out, I heard a few people call it the "Cinderella Dance."
Another memory I have is when Emily, Erica, Rachel and I snuck into the boys' bathroom to get a picture by the urinal. My boyfriend-at-the-time, Erik, was with us, and we told him to stand guard, and tell us if anyone was coming. We all ran in and took a few pictures, and were laughing the whole time. When we were finishing up, a man who was chaperoning the dance walked in and saw us, and got mad. We awkwardly walked out of the bathroom, and got mad at Erik for not telling us someone was coming. We eventually made "Boys Bathroom Madness" a tradition for every stake dance we attend.
One night at a stake dance held outside under the church pavillion, Emily, Erica and I were sitting in Emily's car, trying to think of something else to do, because the dance was super lame. Out of nowhere, two of the chaperones from the dance came up to Emily's car, rested their arms on the door, and told us that we needed to be in the dance, because we couldn't stay in our car and hang out in the parking lot. We politely said okay, and then drove off. On our way out of the parking lot, Erica shouted out the window, "Vote for me!"
Another time, after going to a stake dance, we decided to call up Birdsley and Peter and hang out at the local Smith's with them. At that time, I was texting a boy named Dakota, but we called him DK for some reason. I hadn't before met Dakota, and for some reason, he wanted to meet me that night, so I told him to come to the Smith's we were hanging out at, and he agreed to meet me there. As he was on his way, someone had the idea of making Erica pretend to be me when he came. She agreed, and a few minutes later, he arrived. Erica said hi, and started talking to him while I sat in a chair facing away from them, laughing my head off with Emily, Birdsley and Peter. Erica just went along with what DK was saying, because he was talking about what he and I had talked about, and Erica was clueless. What's even more funny is the fact that DK had seen pictures of me, and Erica and I don't look alike at all. But he bought it. When he left, I texted him and told him it wasn't me he talked to. He got all mad, and swore. I haven't heard from him since. After he left, Birdsley randomly pulled out a phone that was missing the screen, and started to "talk to God." He could carry on a long and deep conversation, too.
My last memory of stake dances was when Erica and I decided to follow this one guy around everywhere he went, just for the heck of it. Everytime he would turn around to look at us, we'd pretend to do something else, like dance or talk. We kept it up for probably ten minutes, and eventually started to play "Rock, Paper, Scissors" everytime he would turn around. Eventually, when it was more than obvious that we were following him, he said, "Will you guys please stop following me?" We just walked away.
Stay tuned for more funny stories about my past. I've got a ton more to share. :)
7/1/10
my mom raps?
Today was a good day.
At work, I split up two teenaged boys fighting. I work with troubled foster kids, and this happens more than you would think. After work, I went to Emily's house and made fruit pizza with her. I have decided that is my absolute favorite dessert. But what really topped my wonderful day off was something that my mom said.
Dad, Mom, Sara and I were at the drive-thru at Iceberg, getting shakes, and Sara leaned over and whispered to me, "Hey, I'm gonna start beat boxing, and you rap, okay?" I excitedly agreed, and so we started. We both sucked. That's that.
Then Mom chimed in, with a head bob and a hand wave, and said, "Slow down the beat a little bit and let me give it a try!" Sara and I bursted out laughing for probably a minute or two. It was the funniest thing I've ever heard come out of my mom's mouth. The best part, though, is that she wasn't even trying to be funny--she was dead serious. Ahh, my mom.
She's going in for surgery on her sinuses tomorrow. She'll (hopefully) be loopy from the drugs, to provide us with even more laughter. I certainly do love that woman.
6/29/10
best buds.
This is my very favorite picture I have of my best friend, Emily, and me, and it was taken about a week ago. My camera has a self-timer/multiple shots setting, and we used it to take pictures of ourselves moving around. I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing.
Emily and I have known each other since Kindergarten, when I peed my pants because Caroline told me there were clowns in the drains in the bathroom. I guess I was afraid of clowns. Our dads work together, so we've become pretty tight over the years (15 to be exact).
This summer, Emily and I have spent a lot of time together doing things, like taking pictures of each other, talking on skywalks and bridges at the lake, and making delicious smoothies and cute headbands.
The other night, after the carnival, we discussed matters of our future photography business. We decided only a few days ago that, because we both really love photography, we're going to start a business together. It makes both of us really excited. As we were sitting on the steps at the park, we came up with a lot of ridiculous names. Some of my favorite were "Pockets Photography," "Smiles Photography," and "Blind Photography." Awful!
In a matter of weeks, Emily will be going to India for the remainder of the summer. This makes me sad, because she is ultimately the only friend I hang out with during summer. I need to get out more and make new friends, and hang out with the ones I already have.
I think the biggest reason why Emily and are best friends, besides the fact that we have similar interests, is the fact that we can talk for, literally, hours. It's just easy for us to talk about anything, and I love it! One time, when we were about 14 or 15, Emily called me while she was babysitting, and we talked for 3 1/2 hours, I think it was. It was awesome!
Shout out to Emily, my home dawg from the hood. You are very thought-provoking, and I'm glad you are my best friend. Hollar!
6/21/10
one summer night.
On Saturday night, Emily and I spent some time together going on a photoshoot in a church park, buying cute belts at the DI, chatting about our future wedding plans on a skywalk, and watching fireworks at a park. We both realized that if one of us was a guy, we'd go on some really good dates, because everything Emily and I do together is a lot of fun. Plus, we can keep the conversation going for hours. There's a reason we're best friends.
What I'm listening to: "This Too Shall Pass" by OK Go
6/1/10
weddin'.
At least half of my friends are getting married or are married. It's weirding me out. Tonight I went to my friend, Brynn's wedding. She married a man named Craig, and I love them both so much! They go well together.
Since I was in a homeschool choir with Brynn, I saw a lot of my other homeschool friends there, too. It was great, especially since I haven't seen a lot of them for a long, long time.
Brynn is a very unique person, and I love that about her. Normal weddings would be very calm and peaceful, but at Brynn's wedding tonight, we had... you guessed it... A DANCE PARTY! It was so awesome!
Austin kept asking me when I was getting married. I said not for a while. Then I told Joe that I was engaged. I also had three pieces of cake! Oh man. Later, on the dance floor, Kim's 2-year-old foster sister (who I have never met) came up to me and held her arms out for me to pick her up. We danced around, and I threw her up in the air a few times, and she loved it! We instantly became best friends!
Here are some pictures!
Brynn, Craig and me.
Me and my new best friend!
Dancin' on the dance floor!
Homeschool buddies!
Funny faces, because we're cool.
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