"Rant" of the Roommates

Kenna's doing some crazy biology studying, Kensey's tackling chemistry with Kevin as usual, and Shawnee's actually taking a nap, which only happens once every 19 years. And I'm sitting on the couch doing nothing...besides feeling incredibly and irrevocably happy.
Having these roommates has been everything to me. I can't imagine being with anyone else at this point in my life and I wonder how things would have turned out had I made some different decisions only a year ago. I highly doubt I would have burned a sink, jumped off a hay bale, or stolen apartment doors with anyone else.
Kenna is the only other person I've met who can watch "Cats" and "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" without popping a blood vessel. She's my reminder to blow things off and to be inhumanly chill. Only Kenna can stop while on a walk through a field and say, "Have you ever really looked at grass? Can you imagine the world without it? It's so cool!" Despite the fact that when she says things like this I'll turn to her and laugh my head off, I admire her talent to stop and point out the things that should be obvious which oftentimes aren't. Not to mention her amazing dance skills.
Then there's Kensey. I never knew how loud silence really could be until I met her. When she's not home, all sounds are gone; she is totally and completely a sonic boom. Her volume and knack for having fun make everything incredibly exciting. Sunday school is like a trip to Lagoon. Kens may be crazy and wild, but she also has a strong testimony. Even if she doesn't fully realize it. We get up every morning to read our scriptures together because of her encouragement.
And of course there is Shawnee, the one I've known "for longer than forever." At least it seems like it! Her good example and ability to make friends anywhere makes her vital to our apartment. From stalkers to snakes, we always have something interestingly funny going on with her here. She's the only one who has really seen me cry and we're going to keep it that way. I'm so grateful to have her here to help me through hard times.
My roommates are pretty flippin' sweet. This year has already been wonderfully strange, hilarious, spiritual and full of hot founding fathers. It breaks my heart to think about it ever ending, but I now have a clearer understanding of my future because of them. Kenna, Kensey and Shawnee will always be my Nacho soulmates :)

What if people started using their blogs like facebook? Posting only a couple of unnecessary lines? OMgoodness!

Growing up summer

Usually my summer's are made up of watching endless cartoons, swimming, eating candy like it's nobody's business and slowly cooking in a house without air conditioning.  Now here I  am, one blink away from being 20, and I realize that this is my first summer as an adult.
Age, surprisingly, has very little to do with it; it's mostly about prioritizing.  Now I work 8 hours a day, talk to my coworkers about their kids, watch Criminal Minds, eat salad and worry about making ends meet for the coming school year.
I love it.  Being a kid is wonderful, but I love growing up and discovering that the 9th graders aren't incredibly wise and old.  I love being the one to look at the 5 year-olds thinking, "they're going to have so much fun in high school."
I read the news, I ponder often, and I worry about everyone else around me.  Halloween is fun, but I won't get that sinking feeling in my stomach once it's over.  The big kids on the block are now the ones getting their first grandchild.  I don't regret moving on from high school; it was a blast, but now it's over. 
God can see my life on a small storyboard, and as they years go on I am privileged to look back and see exactly what he was writing and why.  I have an unlimited amount of hesitation and vasillation, but I'll move forward because there's a pattern of things just getting better and better.   

Me gusta es pollo. Me gusta el llama. Si, yo es muy caliente. Donde es el gato? Enrique Iglesias es atractivo. Mi vida es alucinante!

SVEET!

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Huzzah! It's true! I can send stuff from my phone to my blog! Holla!

I just wanted to see if this really works :-* kissy face.

I think this is how Pixar took off.

Who would have thought that a promising career in script writing was in my future? All it took was the right combination of brilliantly immature minds; namely me, Kensey, Kenna and Calvin.  For some undefinable reason, they thought it would be a good idea to find something to do around here rather than in Riverton...riiiiggghhhttt.  All I could come up with was to go to Taylorsville park, or Park Library park or whatever it's called now.

Anyway, we got there and the first hour there mainly consisted of Calvin chasing after Kensey calling, "come heeeere little giiiiirrrrllll! Will you help me find my dog?"  I love these people so much.

Once normal Calvin replaced pedaphilic Calvin, we all sat around on the playground.  What happened next was pure destiny.  We somehow managed to give ugly, messy birth to a short film about Kenna's Facebook-invitational suicide and how it goes wrong due to the intervention of the tunnel cretin, played by Kensey.  Basically Kenna wants the perfect suicide and she finally comes up with what she wants her final words to be.  "If life was so fair, why do roses have thorns?" Unfortunately it doesn't work out. 

This is followed by a commercial by the Association Against String Cheese (AASC): for all those chumps who like to chomp their cheese, Chomp Cheese!  (Bless your little heart Calvin Tuttle).

I hope more nights like this are in my immediate future, as well as the not-so-immediate one.

"Why doesn't somebody just STOP this girl?!"

Tubular

Dictionary.com defines the word "tubular" as "of or pertaining to a tube."  I almost got a little teensy bit upset because I thought they were going to leave out the true and sacred meaning.  Luckily for the little people at this illiterate teen's dream site, they included what I was searching for; tubular:

 

mod. excellent. (Surfing and later general youth slang. Having to do with a tube [wave] that is good to surf in.)  :  that pizza was totally tubular.

This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. Who decided that the word "excellent" was the most appropriate way to represent tubular? There are plenty of other much better choices.  None come to mind but that's a mere oversight.  

I further expanded my slang vocabulary by checking out the popular "dude." Here is the result: 

mod. excellent. (See also dudical.)  :  The game was severely dude. We won!

What in the name of Totally Kyle is going on? Some sick, sick individual just decided to slack on his research of slang terms and deemed half of them as meaning "excellent?" What's next? Will "da bomb" also be synonymous with "excellent?" I refuse to stand by and let such an injustice pass under the watchful eye of Lady Liberty.  

To join my cause and fight the ever tightening bands of online dictionary incorrectness, please call 1-800-TUBULAR and send a donation. Or hunt down these criminals yourself and egg their houses. Thank you and have a tubular day!

Music of the Brain Mash-up

Feel the melody in the rhythm of the music around you,
I'm gonna take you there,
So don't be scared
I'm right here baby.
We can go anywhere, go anywhere
But first it's your chance,
Take my hand come with me.

Silence had the key to your heart

And who would ever think that you could fall apart

Such a human thing to do

For you.

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping.

The works of God continue, And worlds and lives abound;

Improvement and progression Have one eternal round.

There is no end to matter; There is no end to space;

There is no end to spirit; There is no end to race.

 But I'm afraid when I hear stories about a husband and wife
There's no happy endings, no Henry Lee
But you are the greatest thing about me.

Each set of lyrics are from songs that all mean something to me.  Driving around all over the valley wouldn't have half as much meaning if I didn't have the radio to cushion my thoughts.  Music's like a big pillow for my crazy, out-of-order ideas, problems, and realizations.  Sometimes silence is a necessary companion in order to hear the Spirit, but we also need the lyrical sounds to help guide us.  Or to just dance like a boss.  Either one's good.

Oh my head.

Hee hee wouldn't you know it, that head that's just kinda chilling there is mine! Ka-ching :) That was a very weird coincidence as to how I found this video.

I love to see food run.

It's my party...

Please let this all work out.  It's only my third day back from the Ephraim bubble, but I'm already feeling the weight of sitting at home...bored...doing nothing but applying for jobs I'm far too unqualified for.  Please let me find something to do worthwhile.  Don't let these four months go to waste.
Here's my plan, (It probably won't work out the way I want to, but that doesn't mean it won't work out):
1.  Go to the retirement home every Sunday to talk to the people there so that I can get ideas for stories.  It's amazing what's waiting to be written within those unusually clean walls.
2.  Find a boyfriend.  Since they've eliminated the student wards and combined them into YSA wards, I have new hope.  I think I'm ready for a relationship, plus I'm so boy-needy that I would say yes to Chewbacca.  You may call me pathetic, but...oh wait...
3.  Find a job.  I actually should have put this first on my list, but I didn't want to.
4.  Read "Paradise Lost" and finally be done with it.  I've been saying this for about a year now and I'm going to do it dang it.
5.  Go to at least three more Bee's games with Kamron and his friends.  Heckling is the greatest thing ever.
It'll take a miracle for me to accomplish all of this, yet I'm going to put my all into these four months.  If anything, I'm going to have fun this summer.  Call me Criss Angel because I'm going to pull it out of thin air.

Sometimes it's funny...most of the time I want to detach my hand and throw it viciously.

I've heard stories from the North about strange, strange beings who call themselves "regular guys." They're not.  I happen to have the privilege to spend countless hours with one who has the audacity to declare that some girls "don't know what they want" or "are in denial about who they like."  Fortunately these remarks are not directed at me.  Unfortunately they're meant for a close friend so I'm still a happy part of it. 
Why in the frilly heck would anyone keep chasing after someone who has clearly shut you down.  I'm talking "happy-birthday-to-the-ground" style.  And yet he speaks, breathes, and sickeningly yearns for this particular individual.
Let me give you an example.  Some days we look outside our window, and there he is...staring right back at us.  His reasoning for this is that he can't get reception on his cell phone unless he's right in that exact spot.  How convenient. 
How do I cope?  Some days I play the game of "wow, you're never going to get her, shut up."  Other times I play it up and see how much I can get him to flirt with her.  Mean you say? Ha! There's no effective way to getting rid of this kid, so if he's going to be a part of my life I'm going to have fun dang it.  Only two weeks left so lets hope we all survive!

The Worth of a Soul

“That’s just the way it goes.”

Eunice feels lonely sometimes and loves to visit with others.  She has a strong testimony and loves the Manti temple.  She remembers when it was first built and she was one of the first children to do baptisms there.  She never went to college but was married and sealed in the Manti temple and worked hard.  She was close to her dad because she was the youngest and spent the most time with him.  They would go on long trips by horse to the east to get lumber for fencing where they would talk.  She had three kids, two boys and one girl.  One of her sons, Rodney, died in a car accident at the age of 21, shortly after he was married.  His wife never remarried and Eunice has stayed close to her ever since.  She said it’s like having another daughter.  She likes the care center, but admits that it’s nothing like being with family.  Her husband died five years ago and the above quote is what she says when she talks about it.  She is 96 years old.

Eunice is one of the many senior citizens who live in a retirement home.  I've only visited with her a couple of times but I've already learned so much from her; more than I ever thought I would.  Being around her and the others I have the privilege of talking to is very much like being in the temple.  There is a permanent feeling of eternity that surrounds these individuals.  Much like a newborn infant, they are close to the veil and will soon dwell with the hope of the resurrection.  

Ailment of the Ages

In a recent survey, 95.2% of my brain reported signs of total and complete boredom.  100% of said brain was found to be slowly rotting and degenerating, even though the other 4.8% had no knowledge of its condition.
Scientists tested a new treatment for this ailment involving watching "The Illusionist" while mulling over Jessica Biel's and Justin Timberlake's recent breakup.  After a quick round of singing "Sexyback" in my head, another survey was conducted shortly after and hopeful results came back with only 94.7% of my brain still in gradual recession.
Doctors are still in the process of improving these methods.  They hope to find the cure before 2012.