under construction.

i have a problem... it has to do with this blog.

I am rarely satisfied with it and thus, it undergoes many, many grueling, time consuming remodels.

The other problem is that I already began this remodel knowing that I wouldn't finish it for two reasons:

1. I am beyooooond tired and procrastinating my lesson prep for tomorrow.

2. I am already bored with it.

3. (ok, so I can't count? Who's counting anyway?) I don't have the time nor the patience to even OPEN up photoshop or indesign. People, people... why do I want to be an Art and Visual Communications major?

At any rate: slow, medium, or slightly faster than medium (never fast. never ever fast.) you, my friends may be impressed with what I'm about to do. But, most likely you won't be because I may not even do it. And to be honest, I would much rather paint my pottery and make my crafts and eat my smarties (the candy) than makeover the blogskie. Eh, what are you gonna do?

Anyway, the point is... it's under construction and soon all the colors might match and jive and flow and please the eye instead of giving you a possible seizure.

I love you all.

Bed.

Now.

Night.

jimmer.

Oh hey, nice teeth.

Yeah, I'm doing a post on Jimmer.

But it's not what you think.

You see, I think he's a good athlete. I won't argue that.

I just don't quite understand the obsession. I guess I'm not really the kind of girl to get obsessed with any sport. But, people are like REALLY REALLY REALLY obsessed with him.

For example:

My sister saw Jimmer at Costa Vida one night and asked to take a picture with him. She was shaking just being in his presence. Shaking, people.

And today just proves my point as well.

Kirk and I were walking around BYU campus today and I have to say that the only thing I regret about not going to BYU is the overheard conversations I didn't get to hear.

I digress.

This guy was talking to a girl and telling her that he wanted to go to law school and that with HIS GPA he could get into any school including Cornell. BUT, he doesn't want to go to Cornell, he wants to go to NYU because Jimmer will probably be there.

Um... WHAT?

First of all, this kid just REEKS of annoyance and low humility. If it were ME in that conversation I would totally make fun of him for throwing out his GPA like that and rolling my eyes in pity for communicating with this specimen.

Secondly, I am glad you are basing the rest of your career on Jimmer and his whereabouts. You are surely not obsessed and definitely the most normal person ever.

And that my friends, is why I don't understand the obsession... with anyone famous for that matter. They are just people.

Am I right? Am I right?

creep.

About a month ago, I was on my way to work and I decided to stop at Maverik for a snackaroo because I get REALLY hungry at work... and the vending machines just don't cut it. I MEANT to get an early start and take a quick trip to Walmart to get snacks but alas, I did not. So Maverik it was. I walked in and mosied throughout the isles. Nothing was tickling my fancy and I was spending more time in there than I initially wanted to. As I was walking out of one of the isles, a girl (I would say in her teens) caught my eye as she began to blatantly stare at me. I didn't want to acknowledge her and just kept walking through the isles of the tiny gas station food mart. I made it to the isle with the crackers and sunflower seeds and noticed the same girl right next to me. I moved a few more feet down the isle and the girl did the same. This girl kept her distance of 2 feet away from me and didn't even TRY to pretend she wasn't following me. She just followed and stared. I was getting a little uncomfortable. What does one DO in a situation like that? Samantha, a girl I work with told me I should have said, "Can I help you?" But, I'm going to be honest with you guys, I'm kind of scared of strangers. Especially ones that stare and follow. I didn't want to cause a scene. I didn't know if she wanted me to acknowledge her or if she wanted me to buy her something or if she just wanted to stare at me and creep me out. (Successful.) I didn't want to leave the store without getting some food so, I spent about 10 more minutes in there, paid for my diet coke and peppered beef jerky while she watched, and then headed out to my car. The girl followed me to the door where she stood holding the door open and watched me get into my car and buckle my seat belt. I locked my doors and finally looked up at her and smiled hoping that maybe all she wanted was to be acknowledged and that she didn't want me to give her my food or money or worse, a ride. She then smiled back at me and went back inside the store.

What is the meaning of this? I have no idea what that girl was trying to do... She didn't seem like a hoodlum or homeless. She seemed quite shy yet she had the balls to follow me for about 10 minutes. I didn't think she would do anything to me while I was inside Maverik because there were about 7 other people who would be able to defend me in case this girl decided to attack. I knew there would be witnesses to attest in my favor. I should have taken a picture of this girl because she was intense. She didn't just stare and look at me up and down like someone who wanted my clothes or something. She stared at me like she wanted my life. To KILL. CREEEEEEPY.

review: rango.

Kirk and I went to see Rango last night and I quite enjoyed it.

I'm a sucker for animated films. Sue me.

It was witty, funny and cute... and weird. Which is good because I like weird.

I don't know of any children that would enjoy it because the graphics are a little too real and no bright colors. Seriously, that can make or break a children's movie. I wouldn't see it if I were younger than 18.

BUT, the graphics were A-MAZING.

Johnny Depp is awesome.

Isla Fisher is originally British? and she is doing a southwestern accent... it's weird.

Anyway, Kirk and I had a great time except for the movie may have been a little too drawn out.

We spent $12 on treats... (which only buys you 3 things FYI.) What's wrong with that? $3 small boxes of candy and $4 non-refillable diet coke, we were set for an hour.

But let me explain to you a few things that could ruin a movie theater experience but didn't because I had my $12 worth of movie theater snacks:

*Some boy on a first date DOUSED in cologne... bad cologne. Definitely smelled like someones creepy grandpa. And there were definitely no grandpas in that theater. I checked.

*When the lady behind you laughs too loud and too long during a semi-funny moment. (Like, it didn't even deserve a fake grunt.)

*When the couple next to you talk about "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs" for about an hour during the movie. It wasn't even that great of a movie! They were probably on a first date and couldn't think of anything interesting to talk about.

*When someone sneaks in take-out food and it smells like something died. Between the cologne and nasty cheap take out, that theater smelled like a geriatric sumo wrestling match.

In summation, after watching the movie, I definitely wanted to go get some tacos and chips and salsa. It will probably do that to you too.

Next time, next time.

GROSS!

If you know me... then you know that I don't do the whole vomit thing

I don't do it at all.

I whimper and cry when I even hear about it.

I close my eyes and plug my ears when I throw up.

I am such a baby.

I run in the opposite direction. I will not hold your hair, I will not rub your back, I will leave your house... and probably not return for 3 weeks. Until I know for SURE I won't smell it.

One time, a little girl I used to nanny threw up all over me in the car and I started to cry and her parents were like, what the heck is wrong with this girl. Up until that point, they thought that nothing phased me. They discovered my weakness. And it was mortifying.

It's unhealthy the fear I have of vomit.

So you could imagine my anxiety levels last night whilst at work, a woman told me,

"Uh, that little girl threw up right there."

GRRRREEEEEAAAAAAT.

First of all, we are not trained on this and I have NEVER cleaned throw up before.

When I asked for assistance from my fellow co-workers they ran in the opposite direction telling me they can't even be in the room and started to hyperventilate.

Oh, I must mention they were both MARRIED. This is important because they are much closer to having kids than I am, and thus this proves they are not ready... and I am.

Oh, that's not logical? Shoot.

What? Why am I the one that has to clean this up? As I fought back the tears, a VERY kind soul said he would help me clean up the vomit.

An angel from heaven.

As I stood there with a trash bag and held my breath, the man put bags over his hands and cleaned purely out of the goodness of his heart.

I fought back the urge to gag because if I did, I KNEW I would throw up and that wouldn't be good for business.

I kept thanking the man profusely and praised him for his strength and kindness and his response was,

"Well, I have kids and if this happened to my wife, I would hope someone would help them clean it up too."

Best part is that the man got a free item to paint and free studio time. That's what you get when you clean up someone else's kid's vomit. You get free stuff.

I learned a valuable lesson yesterday:

People surprise you and it's awesome.

And, I won't die if I see and smell and watch someone clean up throw-up. I really am proud of myself. For not crying. How embarrassing would that be?

So I guess that means I'm ready for babies.

Everywhere.

*Yes, I did just openly admit to desperately wanting children. No, I am not really pregnant.

good times.

Alright. Listen to me.

There are times when I don't want to take pictures.

Ok, who am I kidding... I NEVER want to take pictures.

I thought I was a ham, but now that I think about it, I'm so totally not.

You know those pictures that you would be MORTIFIED if someone saw or the ones you hoped would be deleted?

Well, I am here to tell you...

DON'T DO IT!

I recently came across some gems that may have made me laugh out loud here in my solitude at 3am this Friday morning.

Seriously.

I am SO glad certain pictures exist. It doesn't mean I have to share them with the rest of the world (sorry friends.) It just means that when you are feeling a bit blue and let's be honest here, we all do, it's about time to pull out those horrifying pictures and look back on the good old days.

Exhibit A:

Here is me. (bad grammar?) This was probably taken approximately 5 years ago. Yes, those are spongebob boxers... Yes I rolled them to make them shorter... Yes I am jumping/leaping in a cheer pose with a Who/Grinch-face. Am I proud? Most definitely.

Exhibit B:

This is my mother. In all her wacky 70's glory? I have no idea what she is trying to achieve with this look but what I do know is that it's plain awesome. My mom takes disco dress-up very seriously.

Exhibit C:

I hate to have to explain this one because I think it's one of those things where you had to be there... but it totally brought back some funny memories. It was my roommate's 20th birthday and my roomie Steph and I made a cheesecake for said roommate. We didn't have any candles and it was too late to go to the store. What we DID have were straws. Clearly those straws represent the number 20. Two standing up for the number 2 and the bent one is supposed to be a zero. Genius.

In summation, disposing of dumb, embarrassing photos is just not a good idea.

Laugh on people. Laugh on.

And this one... because it's freaking adorable. I don't care what you say.

summertime?

Today is a BEAUTIFUL day here in Provo, Utah.

Days like today get me very excited for summertime weather.

I just want to lay outside and take in all that vitamin d that I possibly can.

AND this summer my beautiful cousin Christina is getting married in wine country California and I am SO excited. It's going to be GORGEOUS and also a great excuse to buy a sexy dress.

I would love to take more trips this summer... New York City mayhaps? South Carolina? Please? Hawaii? Ok... I don't know many people there so it would be just for myself. haha

So let me tell you what I have been up to because it's REALLY interesting, I promise. Ok, I lied. It's not. :)

-School.

-Work (or lack thereof)

-Not cleaning my room.

-Not going to the gym.

-Thinking of projects to start. Start them. And then continue to not finish them.

-Watching T.V. and memorizing every television schedule there is. Ask me. I pretty much know every daytime television show and which ones are annoying, entertaining and my favorite, ghetto. I am getting very good at quoting all tech and vocational school commercials.

In my defense, once again, I have been feeling quite unmotivated to do much. I was sick for a good week and I did not go to work or leave the house. It was the pits. And now that I'm not sick, I still just want to lay in my bed all day and do nothing. This is a problem since I am not used to this level of laziness and I am enjoying it.

So pretty much, I haven't really been doing much. My room is a mess and I am probably going to clean it today. Maybe I'll make today a cleaning day.

I know it may sound like I am so depressed and unhappy with my life but it's actually the contrary. I am very happy with my life even though it seems like it may not be going anywhere right now. I like this feeling of not knowing and just seeing where the wind takes me.

Just give me some lazy southern summer days. That's all I ask.

beauty busters.

Hello. My cute friend Becca posted about her top beauty picks... and I decided to copy her because it's such a FABULOUS idea! I love talking about products and what works for people. In my family we call ourselves "Product Junkies." I love to try new things... and in the process I accumulate my favorites. Here they are:

*I probably tried for about an HOUR to get this to be BIGGER on my blog but alas, my frustration got the best of me and I failed. Anyone know how to make pictures BIGGER on blogger? UGH! Seriously so frustrating... Anyway

1. Aquaphor. I absolutely LIVE by this stuff. I use it on my lips, cuts, really dry areas and even around my eyes. I love it and it works miracles.

2. Oral-B Satin Floss. I am a flosser. Guilty as charged. I love this stuff because it slides right in and out of my teeth and it also doesn't fall apart which I enjoy.

3. Eau de Toilette Vanille from Anthropologie. I love light vanilla-y scents and this one smells like something delicious. I wear it everyday.

4. Look Ma, New Hands hand lotion from Bath and Body Works. There are days here when my hands just burn from being so dry. It's not too greasy and it smells like fresh oranges. People ask, "Who's eating an orange?" whenever I put it on.

5. Aveeno Moisturizing Body Wash. I am a firm believer in Aveeno. I use the face wash too but, the body wash really does hydrate my skin. Utah sucks the life out of you. I have tried EVERYTHING and this stuff works. I love it! And it smells awesome.

6. Nars blush in "Orgasm." Dirty name, beautiful color. I'm pretty sure anyone can wear this color and it doesn't fade away at the end of the day. It perks my face right up!

7. Jane Iredale pressed powder. I have searched high and low for a great powder and this one does it's job. And it's healthy. A little 'spency but worth the bucks.

8. Fredric Fekkai Glossing shampoo and conditioner. Speaking of 'spency... this stuff is a bit pricey but, I think it's worth the money. It really does make my hair feel shiny and soft and I always get compliments on my hair when I use it. I definitely like to change up my hair products every once in a while so I don't use it all the time, but I LOVE this stuff and it seriously smells SO good.

9. L'Oreal Voluminous Million Lashes mascara. This is the ticket for voluminous lashes and it doesn't clump or flake. The search is over ladies. I have tried everything. This is my favorite thus far.

10. Revlon ColorStay eyeliner. I am an eyeliner gal through and through and have been using this stuff since high school... It doesn't fade off, or smear. And the firm tip makes it easy to apply.

What are your favorite beauty picks?

Adele.

I love her style, her voice and this song:

Every time I listen to it, I don't want it to end.