tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345033698493194482024-03-13T21:00:24.332-07:00Variations of {MEL}MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-70996462803859312942011-04-29T13:10:00.000-07:002011-04-29T13:10:07.426-07:00kickin it like a kool kat.okay. so that title is completely random, but i say that all the time and it was the first thing that popped into my head.<br />
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anyways.<br />
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the first item of business i want to share is the state of my hair.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">yep. it's not wet. i haven't washed it for.....5 days. i'm the sickest biotch alive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but you know what<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">?? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> i don't even care, because i'm a freakin nanny!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">that's what my life has become. days running together, forgetting to shower <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">{or choosing not to shower because i'm too lazy, take your pick}</span> honestly though. i'm just gonna have to stick it out. and summer is coming! i have never seen anything so green in my life! the trees are the most vivid colors of green right now it's insane. and the weather is finally starting to warm up. and we do have a pool.....so i guess i'll just be kickin it poolside all summer and get paid for it. haaaaaaaaaaa! that's right suckas! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">guess what else? i got one of those feather extensions, but i kinda think it was a bad idea.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">you see, i chose orange. and the orange one looks exactly like a gardener snake. and everyone knows how much i hate snakes..... so it kinda gives me the heebies whenever i think about it....... check it out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">do ya'll see what i mean? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">gross.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">welp. i pretty much have nothing else......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">so live long and prosper.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-2132450294293381782011-04-18T16:06:00.000-07:002011-04-18T16:16:00.297-07:00unchartedNo words<br />
My tears won't make any room for more<br />
And it don't hurt<br />
Like anything I've ever felt before, this is<br />
No broken heart<br />
No familiar scars<br />
This territory goes uncharted<br />
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<div>Just me<br />
In a room sunk down in a house in a town, and I<br />
Don't breathe<br />
No I never meant to let it get away from me, now<br />
Too much to hold, everybody has to<br />
Get their hands on gold<br />
And I want uncharted<br />
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Stuck under this ceiling I made<br />
I can't help the feeling<br />
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I'm going down<br />
Follow if you want<br />
I won't just hang around<br />
Like you'll show me where to go<br />
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I'm already out<br />
Of foolproof ideas<br />
So don't ask me how<br />
To get started<br />
It's all uncharted<br />
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Each day<br />
Counting up the minutes, till I get alone<br />
Cause I can't stay<br />
In the middle of it all, it's nobody's fault, but I'm<br />
So alone, never knew how much I didn't know<br />
Oh, everything is uncharted<br />
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I know I'm getting nowhere<br />
When I only sit and stare like<br />
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I'm going down<br />
Follow if you want<br />
I won't just hang around<br />
Like you'll show me where to go<br />
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I'm already out<br />
Of foolproof ideas<br />
So don't ask me how<br />
To get started<br />
It's all uncharted<br />
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Jump start my kaleidoscope heart<br />
Love to watch the colors fade<br />
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I won't go as a passenger, no<br />
Waiting for the road to be laid<br />
Though I may be going down<br />
I'm taking flames over burning out <br />
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I'm going down<br />
Follow if you want<br />
I won't just hang around<br />
Like you'll show me where to go<br />
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I'm already out<br />
Of foolproof ideas<br />
So don't ask me how<br />
To start it<br />
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I'm going down<br />
Follow if you want<br />
I won't just hang around<br />
Like you'll show me where to go<br />
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I'm already out<br />
Of foolproof ideas<br />
So don't ask me how<br />
To get started<br />
It's all uncharted</div><div><br />
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</div><div>there it is kids....my favorite song as of right now.</div><div>and this girl does the best cover of it. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">everrrrrrr</span>. i yub it.</div><div>i've been pretty down in the dumps lately, but this song makes me feel sooooo much better.</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">enjoy.</div><div></div>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-86251514803812652832011-04-13T19:13:00.000-07:002011-04-13T19:13:01.367-07:00it's official, i'm jew of the year.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">jew</span> \ju-oo\<div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. any person acting in a way that is deserving of criticism and judgement.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> 2. a word that can be used in any context, at any time, at any place, for any reason.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> 3. it is what it is, if you're a jew, then you're a jew.</span></div><div><br />
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</div><div>haaaaaaaaaaaaaa. okay. the reason for all this jew business, is because i got called jew of the year for wanting to go to bed early. i mean...come on, give a sista a break! but i also did this post because jew is my new favorite word. but in a mock sort of way. you know....like how we call people gay? yeah, it goes for jews too. that word gets thrown around frequently up in these parts. the best part about the whole thing is that i work for jews. so i have to watch my words reeeeeal carefully and bite my tongue often. that's what makes it so fun to say i guess. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>anywayssssssss. i want to throw a shout out to my good ol' buddy AL.HALL. thanks to you, my friend, i've been rockin the k-dash bun errryday. check it out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRLQpPBaDaY/TaZRq4ckglI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EUXHP8cGPDg/s1600/Picture+21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRLQpPBaDaY/TaZRq4ckglI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EUXHP8cGPDg/s320/Picture+21.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div></div></div><div><br />
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</div><div>i'm out.</div><div>have a heart, kick a jew.</div>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-73784516172176770742011-04-10T12:39:00.000-07:002011-04-10T12:40:58.246-07:00so here's the sitch.i know i really suck. because it's been a million years since i posted.<br />
and i'm gonna be honest with you..... i totally forgot what to do.... yeah. but whatevs.<br />
i'm like, pretty busy and stuff all the time. ha. that's a lie. i'm not busy. i'm just a lazy little lady...<br />
i can prove it to you. i slept in until 2:30 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">PM. </span>and then i laid in my bed until now. which it's 3:16. cool huh?<br />
totally missed church. but that's okay, there's always next week.<br />
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alright, now this is the sitch. i'm sad. i miss home. i miss my friends. i miss my boyfriend {galexy the stripper}. i miss the chunchine. i miss my dog. terribly. and i just miss the west in general. i miss it A LOT. it's put me in a fix.<br />
i'm constantly daydreaming about the day i go home. but guess what kids? that's not for a loooooong time. which i'm pretty sad beans about. i just wish i would've used my brains and gone to college like all the normal people. but no, i had to think i was going to be cooler then everyone and move to new york.....<br />
*i'm not bitter at all.*<br />
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cheers to happiness!<br />
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p.s. this is what i have to look forward too.<br />
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so i guess things are looking up.MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-81799908799597105002011-02-02T10:27:00.000-08:002011-02-02T10:27:09.170-08:00alex & alexit must be a sign if both of your besties are named <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">alex</span>, right?<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and </span>both of their last names start with <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">H</span>. and their little brothers names both<br />
start with the letter <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">k</span>. what the beep? what are the odds......<br />
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so anyways, both these girls have been incredible friends to me! and i'm so glad to have both of them in my life!<br />
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it's crazy how much they are alike.<br />
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they are both freaking creative....<br />
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they both enjoy photography. and they're both really good at it.<br />
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they both have dogs. hahahaha<br />
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they both went to snow canyon high school. at one point....<br />
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they both have more of a heart than me. (i've never been much of a cryer)<br />
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i've gone on fun vacations with both of them.<br />
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they both have beiber fever......<br />
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they've both been there for me when i needed them.<br />
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they are both so talented in the things they do!<br />
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they both make me laugh.<br />
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they are both super beautiful!<br />
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but the best thing about them, is that they're both my besties!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i love both of these girls sooooo much! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and i'm so grateful for all the good times that i've shared with both of them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and they better be in my life forever! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IEp2eZbXt8A/TUmgVskaoLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xvFdw8CBw2I/s1600/blog16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IEp2eZbXt8A/TUmgVskaoLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xvFdw8CBw2I/s320/blog16.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IEp2eZbXt8A/TUmgiAze4nI/AAAAAAAAAJc/J-lgXLBp6RE/s1600/blog15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IEp2eZbXt8A/TUmgiAze4nI/AAAAAAAAAJc/J-lgXLBp6RE/s320/blog15.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">{i apologize for stealing pictures from both of you, but it was easier that way} <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> :) </span> </div><br />
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*T swift. you're my hero.*<br />
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p.s. blogging is like having homework for me....i dread it. i put it off for as long as possible until i feel guilty for not doing it. this crap is supposed to be fun!<br />
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so, this, i wish to everyone else that finds comfort in it: Happy Blogging! :)MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-80570990342127292092011-01-08T12:55:00.000-08:002011-01-08T12:55:44.739-08:00the art of venting.<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">okay.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">i had the most <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">un-</span>lucky day <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ever </span>yesterday. okay. maybe not ever. but here's how it goes:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">7:05 - wake up</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"> {snowing outside}</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">7:10 - woke phoebe up.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> got her breakfast</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">7:30 - i notice the note on the table that says "Windward School is closed today."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> (yay. that's phoebe's school.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">8:00 - 2:00 - Noah got up. Went to school. me and phoebe watched a couple hannah montana and icarly episodes. sat around. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">10:40 - Lynn(boss) got home from the gym. brought noah and his friend ethan for early release from school.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">12:00 - did some laundry.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">1:00 - started making lunch.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">2:00 - asked permission to go to the gym.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">2:10 - elizabeth<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(nanny friend) </span>picked me up. went to the bank. went to target. hit up the gym. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{that's right fools. i'm getting ripped}</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">3:30 - text from Lynn "i was wondering when you were coming home."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">4:10 - text from Lynn "what's your time frame on today? should i give the kids a snack and then we can eat dinner late? will you be much longer?"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">4:15 - text from Lynn "could you get some clementine's from the store?"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">4:20 - text from Lynn, "hi, are you coming back soon?"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">4:25 - text from Lynn, "hi, marc is getting home at 5. i was thinking we could have dinner early tonight. can you let me know when you'll be home?"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> {at this point i was still at the gym, and hadn't checked my phone. i was getting worried though that she'd be mad about how long i'd been gone. so i went and checked my phone saw the listed texts. oh bones. i almost flipped a bi fit. i still had to go to the store and make dinner. yikes!}</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">4:30 - stop n' shop. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{the only grocery stores they have in these parts} </span>did my shoppin. and got the beep out of there.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">5:10 - got home. no one in sight. i thought to myself, "you lucky son of a beep."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> i was pretty sure my head was going to be chopped off. which, i don't know why i would think that, because my employers are the nicest people ever. and the mom is like, brynley anderson nice. ya know what i mean?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">5:40 - everyone comes in from outside playing in the snow.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">6:00 - dinner is ready and we eat. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">6:15 - clean up dinner/kitchen, shower, get ready to go get some dessert, and out to a movie with some nanny friends.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">8:30 - arrive at applebee's.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">8:50 - our waiter still hasn't taken our orders.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">9:15 - finally, he takes our orders. only desserts. easy, right? apparently not.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">9: 40 - our dessert comes out. one of them is burnt. wow. how nice of them! so we sent it back.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">10:20 - we've been finished with our desserts for ten minutes and we haven't seen our waiter once.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">10: 30 - darius shows up. where the %$#* have you been <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">darius</span>? he goes to get the check.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">10: 40 - shows up with the check. ten minutes? really. he had to walk 10 steps to get to the cash register..</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> {our movie started at 10:45, fyi}</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">10:50 - comes back to pick up the check. i wanted to punch him! was he freakin turtle, or what?!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">10: 55 - brings our receipts back. thanks a heap, darius. you made our night.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">11:00 - made it to the movie, and had time to spare. we watched <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"how do you know"</span>. yeah. don't bother going to see it. it wasn't great. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">1:00 - walked to the car. um.... what's on my window? nothing. there <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">wasn't </span>a window anymore.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> fuh. why me? so we called the cops. made a report. blah blah blah. tried calling my employers. got nothing. they wouldn't answer any phones. oh goody.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">1:45 - got back to my house. all doors are locked. best night ever right? tried calling the house a zillion times, no answer. ew. i was mad. and sad. and basically just really upset over-all. i mean, really? they couldn't hear the freaking phone ringing?? why would they lock all the doors in the first place.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">2:00 - sat and cried on the garage steps.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">2:10 - called my friend laurin to come pick me up.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{she's so nice. she let me sleep at her house and then drove me home in the morning.}</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">2:30 - laurin picked me up.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">2:50 - got to laurin's house.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">3:00 - fell fast asleep. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> so basically, it wasn't <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">that </span>bad of a day. but if you put yourself in my shoes and then took a step back and thought about it. you'd say, "oh bones". because the kids were home, i was stressing about getting fired, i didn't make that great of a dinner, i got their car window bashed in, their gps was stolen and i got locked out. but the best part of the whole day, was that it snowed. all day. and there was snow and ice covering everything. including my car that i had to scrape off about three times. and it was 20 degrees yesterday.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">crool, huh?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> welp. if you read this. the pity party is over by now, so don't worry about bringing me a present. hahahaha.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">i just needed to vent. and that's what i did. it was a frustrating night. but it's a good story for the future, right?</div>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-85298015845269322272011-01-02T17:19:00.000-08:002011-01-02T17:19:32.702-08:00rockin' around the new york city.so...........me and my friend tati, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">{pronounced tachi} </span>decided to join the festivities in the city before christmas.<br />
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you know the christmas tree at rockefeller center? well this is it....in the flesh.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the most massive christmas tree ever!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it was gorgeous! but it was oh-so-cold there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it was coolie.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">we did not get to go ice skating though.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it's espensive....and also really long line-age.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">welp. that's all i've got.....i need to get with it. i know, i know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">over and out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-84760490127203594412010-12-14T17:40:00.000-08:002010-12-14T17:40:51.933-08:00holy snow.it definitely snowed today.<br />
i mean, it wasn't very much. but STILL. how many times a year<br />
does it snow in st. george? a total of 1 or possibly 2 times a year.<br />
so i'm darfinitely going to have to get used to that.<br />
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it's also like, 20 degrees. everyday.<br />
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it's quite nipply. i mean nippy. he he he.<br />
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oh, there's only <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">9 </span>days until i come home!<br />
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</div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> wahooooo.</span>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-65468118468779416812010-12-10T11:08:00.000-08:002010-12-10T11:08:53.053-08:00the phoebs.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IEp2eZbXt8A/TQI7sgy1lAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GjUfi7HshZ8/s1600/DSCN9979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IEp2eZbXt8A/TQI7sgy1lAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GjUfi7HshZ8/s320/DSCN9979.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">this. is phoebe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and that. is what she does. all day long. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">everyday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">when she's not being annoying, i actually like her. she has a raspy voice. and she's missing a bunch of teeth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">which makes her look like a cute, innocent child. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">but looks can be deceiving. she knows how to throw a fit. and she throws</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">them over the most ridiculous, stupid things. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">for example; having to go back to lollipop lane when she has almost gotten to the end of candyland.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">she <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">still </span>would have been ahead of me by about 50 squares....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">but brats will be brats. how ironic because guess what she got for hanukkah as <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">1 </span>of her <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">15 </span>presents?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">2 </span>bratz dolls. and one was named phoebe....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">anyways.....it's not really as bad as i'm making it sound. i actually like it. i have most of the day for free time. which is a bonus.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">want to know what else is a bonus?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">bam. gonzo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">finished a whole stick of chap. you can see that it has been well used.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">welp. i really suck at blogging. even though i have all the free time in the world. maybe tomorrow i'll give a little run-down of my schedule. yay.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">oh-n-bytheway...... i miss you:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i'll see you soon. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-36973726894566137792010-12-02T16:58:00.000-08:002010-12-02T17:07:16.436-08:00home, sweet home.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IEp2eZbXt8A/TPgKFZUHkHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/o42GrYN8-0M/s1600/DSCN9947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IEp2eZbXt8A/TPgKFZUHkHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/o42GrYN8-0M/s400/DSCN9947.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">there it is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">my new home for a whole year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">yep. it's quite the change. it's about three degrees.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in other words, it's colder then a freaking ice berg.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">hahaha. not really. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but it is reeeeeeeelly cold.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">which is not good for my bones....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i hope i don't go insane while i'm here. because that's quite possible. honestly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">until i find some friends which will hopefully be....on sunday. yay! i don't think i've ever been so excited to go to church in my life. just fyi. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"> shya...... most likely. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">not.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">anywhaaaays....... if anyone reads this, please keep in touch. :)</span></div>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-67094950860687206762010-10-15T12:57:00.000-07:002010-10-15T12:57:12.554-07:00what the bunk.so do you wannna know what sucks?<br />
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i'll tell you what sucks.<br />
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when you do a really long, detailed post and it magically gets lost right around the time you try to post it.<br />
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that's what sucks.<br />
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i know this because it happened to me.<br />
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and i was like, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"> what the bunk?!</span><br />
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and then i got pretty pissed so i threw my computer, trashed my room, punched a hole in my wall, kicked my dog, yelled at the mirror, cursed at blogger, and i took a louisville slugger to my neighbors car.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> haha.</span><br />
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just kidding. i didn't do any of those things.<br />
which is weird. because one time i was playing mario world on my brothers gameboy and i got so mad at it i snapped it right in two. yeah...... he never figured out where his gameboy went.<br />
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but i figured that's just a sign that i'm maturing. because i don't get upset easily like i used to. and i don't worry about stupid little things like i used to. and i don't like to gossip. like i used to....<br />
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which there seems to be a lot of at my house lately.<br />
and i don't like it.<br />
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one more wedding to go. and i am thrilled that it will be over soon.<br />
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so. peace and blessings. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">peace and blessings.</span>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-25308675463502728422010-09-18T21:30:00.000-07:002010-09-18T21:31:12.109-07:00you are a frool.yep. fool mixed with freak.<br />
sickie right?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i love this girl.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">she's da bestest.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">we rep young money. you know..slim...baby?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and we be giving money to the babies down in haiti.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> thanks for being my headband making partner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and red box watching partner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and waffle making partner at one in the morning.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and allowing me to eat all your snacks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i loff you.</div>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-20399261376255067372010-09-18T13:19:00.000-07:002010-09-18T13:19:35.459-07:00comfort.i decided that i'm comfortable.<br />
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with everything.<br />
i'm comfortable with sitting at my house on friday nights.<br />
and watching movies by myself.<br />
and only having a total of three friends i can call to hang out with.<br />
i hate trying out new things if i think it's going to be scary or i'll look like an idiot.<br />
but you know what?<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;">no more.</span><br />
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the only one <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">really </span>judging me is the lord. and that's the only thing that matters.<br />
everyone always claims that life is too short not to have fun and "live it to the fullest"<br />
and today i realized, holy shiz! these people are correct!<br />
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so starting here, right now, 2:05 pm, september 18, 2010, i'm out of my comfort zone.<br />
i can already tell that i'm probably going to hate myself for this little self revelation, but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">i don't care.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">so guess what i'm doing?</span><br />
i'm going to nanny. for a family in maryland. guess what's convenient? they're mormon. what are the odds, huh?<br />
i'm super excited though. because i'm going to be making <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">bank</span>!<br />
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and guess what else is cool? my bestie from c-dar came down for a lil' visit. he's kinda a fool though. but i still miss him. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a lot</span>. everyday. i'm going to miss all my peeps when i leave for this nanny shindig.<br />
that's a weird word, shindig. alex halladay, name that movie?<br />
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if i were a lion, and you were a tuna, i would eat you.<br />
i highly recommend going to see the other guys. it's such a knee slapper.<br />
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over and out.MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-50672250888376235942010-09-13T00:38:00.000-07:002010-09-13T00:39:37.165-07:00long time, no blog.so.<br />
i feel like this is an awkward meeting of a family member that you<br />
haven't seen for ages.<br />
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am i right?<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">hahahaha.</span><br />
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life has been busy. well not really. but you know.<br />
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my second brother was successfully married in the logan temple. it's beautiful by the way. so now i officially have three sisters in law. soon to be four. yay. who knew i would have so many sisters? and all in a matter of months.<br />
my mom is basically a nut job. this wedding business gets her all stressed out. good thing she has a good daughter <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">{me}</span> to help her out. here's a little look at the weddin'.....<br />
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well. nevermind.<br />
my computer is being extremely uncooperative.<br />
so i can share pictures later.<br />
but for now. i'm going to bed. because i have a job. i work every day. from 11 to 3. cool huh?<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b> not really</b></span>.<br />
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but i need the cash money. and it's fun.<br />
so what the fuzz.<br />
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thank you. and goodnight.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-9390774293460459462010-08-10T22:59:00.000-07:002010-08-10T22:59:01.145-07:00sup st george?i am, as of right now, sitting in my family room. in santa clara utah. and i'm glad. my homie galexy is right next to me.<br />
we have fun. even though we do nothing at all.<br />
i love her.<br />
but. now that i'm home, i feel a little lost.<br />
for some reason i need a direction to send my brain in.<br />
something to focus on.<br />
<br />
i'm not quite sure what that is yet.<br />
hopefully i find something soon.<br />
<br />
not going back to high school is taking quite the toll on me.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">never </span>did i think i would be so sad about not going back.<br />
schs, i shall miss thy salmon and teal flooring, cabinets, and walls.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">please don't let me go, i desperately need you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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hath thee toiled too long amongst the things in my bag?<br />
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keys. i want you back.<br />
<br />
<br />
so i can go camping with my family tomorrow.<br />
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<br />
and so i can move home.<br />
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and so i can have my car back.<br />
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i love you keys.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">keys.....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;">keys............!</span>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-91218069458852046092010-08-05T19:37:00.000-07:002010-08-05T19:37:34.823-07:00wild wanderings.yesterday was probably one of the craziest wednesdays i have ever had.<br />
and it wasn't even that great.<br />
but it was.<br />
you know what i'm saying?<br />
<br />
seriously though.....brittany, alex, and myself decided to go for a little spin around the town looking for men.<br />
which....i don't know why. it was already 1:00 in the morning.<br />
we cruised around p town yelling out the windows, laughing hysterically, cat calling, mocking the pda couples that are out at all hours of the night, attempting to get guys, singing at the top of our lungs, stalking people, and basically just being crazy people.<br />
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we did meet a guy though.<br />
his name is nate.<br />
we had a nice chat at 1:30 in the morning.<br />
he got my digits.<br />
he texted me.<br />
and this is how the convo went;<br />
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well hi. :) -nate<br />
hey! this this my friend nate? -me{note the retarded word mix up}<br />
sure is! what's your last name? -nate<br />
willard. so wanna hang out? -me<br />
no response -nate<br />
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just as fair warning, if i disappear, you'll know why.<br />
i gave my number to a random stranger and told him my first and last name.<br />
he's probably stalking me as i type.<br />
but that's not likely.<br />
you see, he goes to byu.<br />
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haha<br />
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<br />
here were two of the quotes of the night;<br />
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"i'm ovulating!" - brittany<br />
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"we're ovulating!" - alex<br />
"isn't that supposed to attract men immediately?" -alex.<br />
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"why didn't he text you back?" -alex<br />
"he obviously didn't want my bod." -melissa<br />
"yeah he did." -brittany<br />
"i should have flashed him." -melissa<br />
"YEAH!" -alex and brittany in unison<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">*note</span>. a mystery person most likely slipped something into the brownies we ate. because we normally don't say things like this.<br />
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so all in all. we got zero men. but i can't really blame the men. i wouldn't exactly come running up to a car with girls screaming they're ovulating that are acting as if they're from the insane asylum.<br />
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all the same. it was one of the best nights <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ever</span>.<br />
you should be sad you missed out on such an event.MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-3828440303282152932010-08-02T18:52:00.000-07:002010-08-02T18:52:37.116-07:00something borrowed, something blue.let me tell you.<br />
my brother, jaden, and his adorable <i>wife </i>tiffany were married in the st. geezy temple on saturday, the 31st of july. they are completely adorable.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they honestly make the cutest couple and i am so excited and happy for them!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">their luncheon and reception were both very cute. props to pen for the luncheon, and props to sheryl{tiffs mom} for the reception. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is myself and my future sisters-in-law and two of my bothers.<br />
kylee is on the left with her fianc randon, and alli on the right with her fianc josh.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">oh. this is Gemma. she's my niece. and she's <b>adorable.</b></td></tr>
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dar, kev, marci, and erika.</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and here's a little sample of the reception.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">{it rained for a little minute, so there was a gorgeous rainbow!}</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i apologize for being so horrible at documenting..... galexy took more pictures then i did and it wasn't even her brothers wedding! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i'm sure you can still tell that it was beautiful, and the thing i loved the most was that it was simple. tiff is so easy going and she doesn't need anything elaborate to be happy. i'm so glad she's my sister-in-law now!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the day after the wedding, the fam took a quick trip to pine valley to have a bbq with my sister-in-law amanda's parents at their fantastico cabin. slash massive house. we did some pickle ball tourney-age. it was great fun. i came in third in the girls bracket. i guess i stink. he he. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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and he's suuuuper competitive.<br />
you can't tell at all.......</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">all in all, i would say i had an incredible weekend. i had soooo much fun seeing a few friends, and all of my family! i love them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and no.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">just because everyone else in my family is getting married.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">that does <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">not</span> mean i'm going to.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i repeat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i am <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">not</span> getting married.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">well. hopefully someday. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but that will be far in the future....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">cause honestly, i don't think any one would want to marry this;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-10093706048686139412010-07-27T14:38:00.000-07:002010-07-27T14:38:16.516-07:00sweet sweet sandwiches. just as a quick heads up, the title of this post has absolutely <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">nothing </span>to do with the<br />
actual post. he he.<br />
i just thought of it and i couldn't help but make that the title.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> -anyways-</span><br />
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yesterday. some dear friends from the stg were in provo. like two steps away from where i live. so. alex, rachel, and myself, met these said dear friends at applebee's in the gateway for some sweet sweet salad. okay so i guess the title corresponds with the post. but it wasn't planned. ha! k back to my salad...thats what i had. an asian chicken salad. it was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">amaze-A-zing</span>. and here we are. all happy to be eating delicious food:<br />
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</tbody></table>so. from the left it goes; alex, nick, benzie, balex, megan, emily, brady, hen, jacob, myslef, and krachel.<div>aren't we a great lookin bunch?</div><div>i though so. it was great to see friends from home! thanks for allowing us to eat with you guys!</div><div><br />
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yesterday i was thinking. "my life seems to be missing something....." and today i figured out what it was. The spoken of missing "thing" is the people i love. I know right? I'm turning into a sap. that's a joke....i'm really not.<br />
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I guess part of growing up and moving away is leaving behind people that you're going to miss.</div><div>but thanks to technology, yess i love technology, i can speak with these people at almost any time! </div><div>i'm glad that i have met so many incredible people in my life. </div><div>and i'm glad that i can call these people my friends.<br />
i wish i could picture them all, but let's face it, even though i'm amazing, it would take me FOREVER to do that. so, i will just give them a shout out. here's to them: was up homies?! </div><div>oh and one more thing.............</div><div><br />
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this lil' beauty is officially 18! calling all boys: she is date-able! okay....so i guess she was date-able two years ago. but now she's mature! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(say this the way mr. hunt would say it) </span>well....maybe not. but whatever. so. i wish her an extremely happy birthday! you krave dem' we bave dem'. and i won't make you walk across the frilled..... the car in your air just sucks. I LOVE YOU ALEX!</div>MEL.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10090134940754159986noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-534503369849319448.post-59732363542951469102010-07-21T00:43:00.000-07:002010-07-21T00:44:49.675-07:00yep. i posted. for the second time.soooo..... i finally have the internet at my apartment. thanks to my dear brother josh. he's such a good brother. always ready and willing to help.<br />
provo is....good beans. i need a job. so i don't just sit around and waste<br />
all my time.<br />
and i need a boyfriend or something.<br />
or even just some more friends.<br />
rachel and alex: i love you both. BUT. you go to school all day and do homework, while i do nothing. so some more friends might be nice. i think so. cross your fingers for me.<br />
p.s. i was thinking that kiwi anne would be a super cute baby name. yay? or nay?<br />
alex hoskins: i miss you. like, a lot. i wish i could park in your driveway in my designated spot by the dollar truck, and eat all your food/treats/candy. and i even miss kyle asking me to get him apple juice. and tracy. and schnyd.<br />
ohhhhh. growing up. its not fun.<br />
well. maybe it is. i can't decide. no curfew and no more child slavery is a plus. i love you mom. and dad.<br />
i knew my parents were really sickie parents, but i really realized it even more when i moved away.<br />
oh! check out my room. its bigger than my room at home......<br />
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