May 30, 2007

So, I typically think of myself as a clean person. I shower regularly, I keep my bathroom picked up, I wash my bedsheets.
But I was looking around today and realized that I'm not as clean as I thought. At least not recently.
I have 3+ loads of laundry on the floor that I haven't put away. I have trash that needs to be taken out. My room desperately needs to be vacuumed, but I haven't been able to. (We need a new filter for the vacuum, but Walmart has been out of the one we need for weeks now.) I still have boxes I haven't unpacked and a load for DI sitting in the hallway. I have a mile-high stack of junk mail and old receipts clogging up my desk.
I'm kind of puzzled as to why I haven't been able to keep on top of things. I'm either at work or at home. When I'm at home, I'm usually asleep. I have plenty of time to keep my room clean. I just can't bring myself to do it.
I find myself sleeping much more than usual. I know that graveyard shifts are to blame for that, partially. I feel like I need much more sleep than I used to. A 12 hour hibernation is not that farfetched.
I don't know what to make of my newfound uber-laziness. True, I don't have an extensive to-do list. I don't have many other commitments as of late. I don't have a whole heckuva lot to do. So why can't I clean up after myself? I'm pretty good about keeping the rest of my house clean. I pick up the living room, I cycle the dishwasher, I clean my bathroom regularly.
It's just my bedroom that's causing me trauma. What is it about that particular space that just wants to be unkempt? It's probably because it's the only space in the house that is truly "mine." I don't have to keep it clean for fear of angering the roomies.
That doesn't mean that I shouldn't though. I'll have to work on that.
My free time is just so much more enjoyable when I can spend it cuddled up in my bed. Can you blame me?

May 28, 2007

Hmm, well now it's fixed. I'm confused.
So...for some reason, my blog archive has magically turned into Espanol. I don't know how this happened, and I can't figure out how to change it back. It must have something to do with the Denver ghetto. It's the only possible explanation.

May 26, 2007

Augh!!! Look at my new blog! Augh!!
Isn't it so freaking cute! Ah, I love it. Aubrey, I will forever be in your debt for showing me how to do this. The possibilities are ENDLESS!
I'm a little miffed though. Most of my links got deleted and I think I might have lost my site meter. I'll have to fix that. But I think I'll get over it.
I've always hated the boring black blog I always have had, but I didn't like any of the other options either. Now, I can have a cute blog! Whoo-hoo!
Ten Moments I Will Never Forget

These are not the ten most important moments in my life. These are not arranged in any particular order. These are just ten moments I happened to think of and will always remember. They are not all fond memories. They are not all bad memories. They are just ten memories.

* Walking along the beach with Chris in Coronado. It was nighttime, full moon, gentle breeze. It was like something out of a movie. The beautiful Hotel Del was behind us, all lit up. The water was washing over our feet and we just strolled along the beach, holding hands. It was perfect. I will never forget that night.

* Hiding in my closet one day after school. Hearing the phone ring and knowing I was dead. My mother answered the phone. My first grade teacher Mrs. Bigler was on the other end. My mother proceeded to listen about how that day, I had raided the bubble gum jar at school. My pockets were stuffed with gumballs. I was dead.

* Standing at the top of Angel's Landing. After an awesome hike at Zions, it felt like we were on top of the world. It had been lightly raining and so the whole valley was filled with a soft mist. Steep cliffs and small waterfalls. It was beautiful. And I hate hiking.

* Aubrey's brother Stephen walked in on me in the shower. It was pretty awful. I had spent the night at Aubrey's house and was using her parents shower. It is all glass. I thought the door was locked. There was nothing left to the imagination. I was pretty embarrassed. I'm sure he was even more so.

* Riding on the back of an elephant while on vacation in Thailand. I don't think many American's get the chance to do that. I did. So did my parents, brother, and grandparents. Taylor's leg almost got crushed between the elephant and the giant stairs used to climb on them. He survived.

* Peeing my pants at school in 8th grade. These were the days of socializing with Paul Kennington and his hackey-sacking posse. I don't remember what was said. I do remember having to sit on the sidewalk because I was laughing so hard. I couldn't hold it. I knew my mom wasn't home that day so I had to decide which was worse. Calling my grandma to come get me, or suffering through the rest of school. I opted to borrow Aubrey's hoodie and tie it around my waist. I worked great.

* Shooting my hand with a staple gun. In Young Women's one year, we made little stools for us to take to girls camp. They were the kind that look like an X when you unfold them and have fabric across the top. Mine was so cute. It was purple fabric with little yellow flowers. I didn't do a very good job at stapling the fabric. Aubrey's mom had a staple gun so she brought it over to my house so I could fix it. I didn't know how to use it and I ended up holding it backwards. I shot a staple through my pinky. I looked at and started laughing hysterically. That laugh quickly turned into a scream. It hurt a lot worse to leave it in then it did to pull it out. (Which I did about 20 minutes later.) Aubrey and I love to tell this story.

* Hiking Hole-in-the-Rock at Lake Powell. It was long and hot, but it was a neat hike. Actually, it was more of a climb than a hike. I remember standing at the top of the canyon, looking down at the water. It was a long way down. I kept inching closer to the edge, wanting to look straight down. I then realized that if I slipped even a little bit, I would be dead in about 15 seconds. I decided not to risk it. It was just as beautiful 10 feet back.

* Syrup snow cones. I once made snow cones out of maple syrup and snow. The kind that falls from the sky. I tried to sell them in front of my house. It was the middle of winter. No one bought any. I didn't want them to go to waste, so I ate them. All of them. Needless to say, I didn't like syrup for awhile. A long while.

* Aubrey and I had a lemonade stand once. This time it was actually summertime. We didn't use syrup, we used koolaid. We were sitting at a little table in front of my house. It was hot and I was thirsty. There was only a little bit of koolaid left in the pitcher, so I poured myself a glass. We sat there for a few minutes just talking. A man in a big truck drove up and asked for a glass . We didn't have any more and had to turn him away. Aubrey didn't talk to me for the rest of the day. I think she overreacted a little.
Idina Menzel-Defying Gravity

May 22, 2007

The wait is over, the trip is over, the longing, the waiting, the pining is over.
It was all worth it. Very worth it.
Over 16 hours of car rides later, I would do it all again. The show was AWESOME!
I was a little worried that it couldn't be amazing. No Kristin. No Idina. I mean hello?! Maureen from RENT? My favoritest show ever! They're some super talented people. I just didn't think it could be the same without them.
But it was. It was the BEST!

6:30-Wake up call
7:00-We're on the road.
12:00-We're still on the road.
4:00-Yup, still on the road.
5:00-ish. We're finally there. Walking into the lobby of our hotel was like walking into Alabama, not Denver. We were the only white girls there. It was strange. (We found out later they were having a Mason conference that weekend. I didn't know there were so many black masons.)
6:00 to 11:00-Playtime. Explore Denver. Try not to get lost. We ended up in the scary, Mexican ghetto looking for the restaurant. Needless to say, we kept the doors locked.
We ate dinner at Casa Bonita. A very interesting Mexican/Rainforest/Western/Disneyland restaurant, complete with cliff divers. The food was not bad.
Then we made our way to downtown. Took the obligatory 1 Mile High photo at the Capitol Building. We had fun taking nighttime, Denver skyline photos. We also got a little risque posing on the cannons out front.
12:00-Chill in the hot tub. We met a big, burly black man from Maryland smoking a cigar and sipping his beer. He was really friendly.
12:30-We're out. Dead asleep.

8:00-Breakfast at The Delectable Egg. I had stuffed French Toast and a strawberry smoothie. It was delish. (Thanks for the suggestion, Jake.)
9:00 to 2:00-More playtime. We tried to go shopping, only to realize that it was only 9:00 and none of the stores were open yet. We went to the theater where the show was going to be. Took some pictures standing in front of Wicked posters.
By that time, things were open. We found a great mall. Denver has way cooler stores than we do. Coach, Louis Vuitton, Saks Fifth Avenue, Crate and Barrell...We don't have anything like that here. I would move to Denver just for the malls.
2:00 to 4:00-Beautification. I felt very sexy in my high heels and black dress. It's fun to get dressed up.
4:00 to 6:00-Dinner time. My very first time eating at The Cheesecake Factory. My food was pretty good, but dessert was faabulous. Godiva chocolate cheesecake something. It was foodgasmic.
7:00-WICKED!!! The show was simply incredible. We thought we had kinda crappy seats, but they turned out to be great. The theater was pretty small so we were a lot closer than I thought we were going to be. Our view was unobstructed, and I could hear perfectly. I was so entertained. The music, the lighting, it was intense. I loved it.
(I'm still trying to de-guiltify myself for splurging on a $70 Wicked hoodie. But I love it, so I refuse to feel guilty.)
I don't remember what time we went to bed. It was just a blur of gushing about how much we loved the show and how we would love to see it again and how it was totally worth the long drive.

6:00-Wake up call.
6:30-Breakfast at The Delectable Egg. (Again.) This time I had huevos rancheros and another strawberry smoothie. It was delish. (Again.)
7:00-On the road again...(I could wait to be on the road again.)
8:00 to 4:00-Naptime. Intermittently, of course. We rolled in after a long trip, grateful to be home, but the whole thing was awesome. I loved every moment.

Needless to say, our trip was amazing. I hope I've made that clear.
Pictures soon to come. (I hope.)

May 17, 2007

I need a new mattress. I wake up every morning with my back muscles screaming. It probably doesn't help that my sleep schedule is backwards. It probably doesn't help that I sleep way more than the normal person. I'm sure it's a combination of all of the above. It doesn't matter what's causing it. I just want it to stop.
I don't like this. Usually when I need something, I say, "Hey Dad, I need a new mattress." That's not going to happen this time. Once again, the perks of being an adult. I either suffer through the mattress pain or say goodbye to my camera. Wow. That's a tough decision.
I could always become a shoplifter. THAT would be a tough decision. It would be a lot more difficult to get out the door with a mattress shoved in my pocket. But the more expensive camera means more jail time. I'll have to think on that.
I really wish I could splurge on one of those Intellibed mattresses. I've been watching infomercials about them for hours tonight. There's not much else on at 4 in the morning.
They must be pretty persuasive because I'm convinced. Too bad I don't have $2000 to spend on a mattress. Too bad I don't have $2000 to spend on anything.

May 16, 2007

I pilfered this from Sarcomical. I'm much too dim-witted to cerebrate for myself tonight. My only innovative idea is to revivify things with the trusty ol' thesaurus.

One Word Answers

Feeling: Narcoleptic
Mental State: Vacant
Your Mom: Matriarchal
Your Most Ticklish Spot: Latisimus Dorsi
Your Most Tense Spot: Trapezius
Your Desk: Slatternly
People Sometimes Think You Are: Misanthropic
...But You Are Really: Anomalous
Your Stomach: Barren
Your Shoes: Commodious
Your Hair: Plebeian
Your Worst Fear: Combustion
The Gym: Ineludible
The Opposite Sex: Enigmatic
Your Grades: Skookum
Your Wardrobe: Deficient

I want to know which of these words compelled you to actually look them up. I know there are a few you can't stand not knowing what they mean.
Dixie Chicks-Not Ready To Make Nice

May 09, 2007

I'm sorry to report that nothing of consequence has happened to me recently. My blog is becoming bored. I need to think of something to spice it up.


It's not working very well. I suppose I'll just think of regular things that happen to me and see if I can talk about them in an entertaining way.

I went to the bank today. The bank closed at 6:00 and I walked in at 5:58. Now if that's not suspenseful, I don't know what is. Talk about close shave.
I went to Walmart last night. I wanted to buy some Propel water that I could take to the gym with me. They only had lemon or berry flavor left. I don't like either one. I stood there trying to decide if it was better to be Propel water-less or to drink a flavor I don't like. Suddenly, I got a hunch to check the bottom shelf. There, in all its glory, was the last case of melon flavor. How's that for divine inspiration?
I dropped my mascara wand on my brand new white bathroom rug the other day. I had to wash it. It was sad.
I don't like the chair I'm sitting in tonight. It makes the back of my legs kind of sweaty.
I lost the little nail file I keep in my purse. It's kind of a problem because all my nails are chipped right now and I have no way to fix them.
I love Wheat Thins. They are the best crackers ever invented. I eat them a lot.
I like to watch Cops. It's a fun show. It lets me actually see the kind of people I talk to all day long. Most of them are lovely people. My dad likes Cops too. Sometimes we watch it on Saturday nights. Yes, I spend Saturday nights watching TV with my dad.
I hate it when the sheets come all un-tucked from my bed. It makes sleeping not fun. Thats what my sheets are like right now. I'm going to be dragging myself into bed at about 7:20 am and that is the bed I'll be crawling into. I wish I had mind powers. I would just make my bed with my mind. That would be neat.

Well, I think we can safely say that nothing about my life is exciting and it's 2:00 am and I need to stop writing. I'm starting to scare myself with my strange, random ramblings.
I guess un-interesting is okay. It's better than interesting in bad ways I suppose.

May 08, 2007

Pussycat Dolls-Stickwitu