Thursday, December 18, 2008
I Wanna' Wash My Hands, My Face, My Hair With SNOW!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
It SNOWED last night! There's TONS of it! (Well, "tons" is relative. There's about three inches, but it's more than there was yesterday.) I am SOOO excited for Christmas! (even though I haven't bought anyone's Christmas present.... O.o) I'm paying two little boys to shovel a quarter of an inch of snow off our driveway -- they were just too cute! They asked if they could shovel it, and the older boy said: "For three dollars." and the younger one said, "Or two." How sweet are they?
I'm all sad -- my Young Women's group is going Christmas Caroling and I stayed home from school sick to-day! And I didn't even fake it this time -- I really do think I've got the flu that's been going around. :( Ah well, no more play practice to drag myself to!
I'm sad the play's over, really I am, but it will be nice to be able to sleep, and not have to worry about running around and curling my hair :) Last night was my worst night (of course, because it was our last performance!). I KNOCKED OVER A TREE!!!! It was during the blackout, so no one knew it was me, but Oberon noticed when he tripped over it during his monologue! I'll miss everyone in the cast -- I mean, I think Oberon and I will still hang out, and I'll see Shawnae and MacKalie (whose name I cannot spell to save my life), but it won't be the same as seeing them six hours a day plus school time!
I think the play went really well -- Wednesday night we improved almost the entire thing (which is interesting with Shakespeare), but every other night we did really well on our lines, save for the occasional mishap. Wednesday was hysterical -- "Demetrious" forgot one of his lines and hesitated for only a split second before saying: "And ... you should not do that!" Really, though, if he'd said "Thou shalt not" it would have been totally Shakespeare! :) Then, during the Rustic's play, the Duke forgot one of his lines, and realized it partway through when he noticed that their play had been cut short, so he doubled back and said his missing line, causing the moon to shout, "AGAIN?!" It was AWESOME!
Besides my knocking over a tree and falling down the stairs (sigh) last night went over really well. My mother ran to the store for us and bought Mr Taylor (our director) a basket full of chocolate, which McKaly (yeah, that doesn't look right either...) gave to him. I wanted to get him a pineapple, but mutti said no.
I recorded Aladdin on my TiVo!!!! I LOVE THAT MOVIE!!!!!! Seriously, not only is it my favourite DISNEY movie of all times, I think it's my favourite MOVIE of all times!!!
"That's Sultan Vile Betrayer to you."
It's just a great movie! I watched that and White Christmas to-day -- Bing Crosby singing "White Christmas", can you get better than that? I think not! True, I like the version of it in Holiday Inn better (the background music is less annoying), but so long as he's singing it, I don't care what the background music sounds like! (I may or may not have the slightest obsession with Bing Crosby's voice....)
I cannot believe that, after Friday's Family Christmas party I get to go HOME! I am SOOOOO excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm even going to endure MORE curlers for Sunday (the curlers I got for Midsummer's are AMAZING! I'll have to post pictures sometime.). What are your holiday plans?
Oh, we watched this in Seminary, and it's going around the e-mails. Thought I would share it with you -- remember, Christmas isn't just a time of giving, it's a time of receiving -- of being GRATEFUL for the things you have and the things people give you! Love you all!
http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=1a55f2c4dd&view=att&th=11e3af1a327b0ce8&attid=0.1&disp=vgp&zw
HAPPY CHRISTMAS!!!!
DON'T EAT THE CAT!!!!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
To Maintain a Healthy Level of Insanity
This is going around through e-mails. Rather than re-sending it, I thought I'd just post it here:
1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.
2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice!
3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something,ask If They Want Fries with that..
4. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks.Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions,Switch to Espresso.
5. In the Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write 'For Marijuana'
6. Finish All Your sentences with 'In Accordance With The Prophecy.'
7.Skipdown the hall Rather Than Walk and see how many looks you get. (I've done this one! On more than one occasion....)
8.Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat,with a serious face.
9 Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is 'To Go.'
10. Sing Along At The Opera.
11. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area and Play tropical Sounds All Day.
12. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You have a headache.
13. When The Money Comes Out The ATM Scream 'I Won! I Won!'
14 . When Leaving the Zoo, Start Running towards the Parking lot, Yelling 'Run For Your Lives! They're Loose!'
15. Tell Your Children Over Dinner,'Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go.'
16. And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity :Send This E-mail To Someone To Make Them Smile.
I thought they were kind of funny. Anyways, I've been pretty much falling asleep constantly. I've only got one more night of my play -- it's been WAY fun! And Tina came Friday, which was awesome, even though she was crazy and planned something for Saturday so she had to leave early. I haven't done anything terribly exciting besides doing the play and failing all my classes -- yesterday I slept literally all day (seriously, I woke up at four in the afternoon).
I'm really craving pineapple....
Perhaps one of these days I'll post something worthwhile.... but I wouldn't count on it.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Hugs!
You know -- you hear a lot about the evils of humanity and how the world is going to the dogs, but I've noticed that, in general, people are nice. I mean, really, they're just nice.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Are you a fan of delicious flavor?
Friday, November 28, 2008
Candy Cane Karaoke Night!
According to Garfield tradition, the fourth Friday in November is Candy Cane Karaoke Night* -- otherwise known as the day we get to start celebrating Christmas!!! Thus the new blog decor, which is actually rather depressing, concidering the fact that there hasn't been so much as a snowflake this season.
Well, I'll keep praying for a White Christmas.
I've been greatly enjoying my holiday -- playing Wii Music, watching movies until three AM with my cousin, making fun of Black Friday shoppers, and compiling a brilliant book with Anit. Fun things. AND there was a new episode of Psych to-night -- we haven't got it yet, but I'm excited! I have a can of pineapple and everything! Oh my goodness gracious -- I can't believe we only have a little over a month until Psych comes back on! I'm, well, psyched!
I cannot believe those Black Friday shoppers -- I stayed up until three last night and slept until eleven and I'm STILL tired -- those crazy BFS's must be dead. But then, they're all loonies anyways.
I really AM tired, and I want to get some good writing done before bed.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Happy Thansgiving!!!
From a free country to vegetables that taste good, from a God who loves us to crayons, from pineapple to horse shampoo, I'm sure we can all come up with something to be grateful for.
Poison Mangos
Saturday, November 22, 2008
BYU and Pineapple Up-Side-Down Cake
Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew.
Then they came for the Catholics, I didn't speak up because I was a Protestant.
Then they came for me, and there was no one left to speak up.
Not Cleaning My Bedroom
To-day I've ... watched Psych and and BEGUN cleaning my room. I stayed in bed until 11:30 to-day.... Which was nice, even though I felt like I ought to be up and doing something. I did finally get up. I have yet to do something.
I was planning my latest What About Prince Charming? book -- which will be Cinderella. However, I'm having trouble actually WRITING it, because Prince Charming is a git and I hate writing about people I don't like. Any advice? See -- he's totally obsessed with duty. The only reason he's throwing the ball is because he must marry. Before the ball, he comes across Cinderella a few times, but he looks down on her because she is nothing but a peasent. Then, of course, he falls in love with her at the ball, and she kind of rolls her eyes at him and won't take him seriously. Despite his love of duty, he finds his love of this peasent girl getting in his way, and he refuses to marry if he can't have her -- which he can't, because she refuses to marry him. Which is all fine and dandy, and means he's going to become this great guy to get this girl to fall in love with him, la-de-da-de-da, but how to I write the BEFORE the ball part? Any suggestions for making him annoying without making him so annoying he isn't fun to read (or write) about?
Once again, I'm rambelling, mostly to avoid being productive. Okay, I'll think clearer once my room is clean and my math done -- besides, who wants to do math homework over Thanksgiving break? Besides, as Agatha Cristie said: The best time for planning a book is while you're doing the dishes.
Cheese is icky, clowns are scary, and I have yet to figure out what coconut rhymes with.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Can't Wait for the Holidays!!!
So, my grandmother was quoting my blog to me to-day, and it kind of weirded me out. Then I went to read the comments and realized that there are quite a few people reading, which REALLY weirds me out. And now I feel all obligated to say something clever, which is kind of a fluky thing with me.
Anyways, I've got an exciting week ahead of me!
Monday: I'm going to Once on this Island with my Drama group (after a good three hour play practice...)! I'm WAY psyched! I love it when we go to plays and dinner to-gether, it makes me feel all special. We're doing the musical for school, so I'm really excited to see it. Shawnae says I would play a good Goddess of Love. I think it sounds fun because she has a constant rivalry with the God of Death, and I kind of have a thing for constant rivalries, like Oberon and Titania ☺
Tuesday: I get to ditch out on school (always good) for a Power in You seminar thing for SBO!!!! And my grandma bought me a whole new outfit and everything! With a spiffy hat! HOORAY! (As most of you know, I kind of have a thing for hats). She also bought me a purse, which I'm pretty sure I will lose, not because I don't like it, but because I'm the kind of person who loses purses. You know that woman who's always running back to wherever she was last, saying, "Have you seen my purse?!" Yeah, that's me.
Then I get to go HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Mr. Packard says not to use excessive !'s. I say: PPBTTBPTPB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
I'll be home from Tuesday to Sunday! And I'm going to try to talk my mother in-to letting me ditch out on school Monday so I don't have to go home Sunday. We'll see how that goes. Especially since I think my director would literally kick me out of the play if I did that... which might not be such a bad thing.
Okay, I don't mean that, but, seriously, you should see our play practices! Actually, you shouldn't, because ten minutes in you would be banging your head against the wall and twenty minutes in you'd be ready to shoot someone. NOBODY is memorized, everyone's monotoning, and our directors are stressing so bad it's kind of scary. Seriously, I think Mr. Taylor's ulcers have ulcers. Shawnae says she is going to mysteriously disappear from out of the country the night before the performance. Thanksgiving break is going to make us or break us, depending on whether people MEMORIZE their lines or FORGET them. We open in TWO WEEKS!!!
And now I'm going to change the subject, before I make myself sick.
To-day was BYU/UofU rivalry day at my school, which meant we got to wear jeans and our team's colours. The big game's to-morrow, but I'm not worried, I already know who's going to win. See, I had a dream that UofU would win, and then I had a dream that BYU would win. In Seminary we played a Scripture Mastery game and we separated into UofU and BYU teams, and the prior won. So my first dream has been fulfilled. ☺ I guess we'll see how good my dreams are at predicting the future.
Hmm... besides play practice and LOTS of homework, all I've been doing is writing and writing and writing. I've been working on The Story of Reginald Alcott or Where I Went Wrong of late, but I keep being side-tracked by pointless stories with no plot that are actually quite a lot of fun. I'm writing one right now that began with a writing prompt -- the prompt being to write about three completely different characters waking up and describing their morning routines. Not much of a plot, but great for character development. I ended up with a Bounty Hunter named Ambrose Briant who hates his life and sleeps with his sword (that's about all I know so far, except that he'll work for whoever will pay him the most, which I suppose comes from being, you know, a Bounty Hunter), a purple-eyed witch (yes, the eye colour is important ... Ambrose has grey eyes, by the way, not that you care) who ... erm, hires the Bounty Hunter? That's about all I know right now, except that she ends up with BH in the end. Her name's Nerida (which means "rare") Ammelise, and she's pretty cool, I guess. Then I have the blue-eyed Morgan Morgan (whose real name is Wilbur Morgan, but who has a long and complicated and very boring story about how that was a typographical error on his Birth Certificate, even though it wasn't, he just thinks Morgan Morgan is a cooler name). He's the flirt who just bops around doing his own thing. Very strong Yellow personality (I'll post those personality things later so you know what that means ... I'm too lazy to go find them right now). He's also cool -- I mean, c'mon, his name is (or, well, isn't) Morgan Morgan -- can you get cooler than that? (Well, yes, your name could be The Pineapple Guy, but that is a different matter all together).
I'm in a really random mood, AND I'm really tired, which always equals rather pointless BLOG posts. I guess I'll end on a Thanksgiving motif, with a story I wrote for the season (only PARTIALLY based on truth, though the list of things I'm grateful for DEFINITELY is)
I smiled at the scene before me. My mother and Aunt Rachel were gabbing about the wonders of Weight Watcher's Core Plan; grandpa, my elder brother, and my Uncle Ben were talking about hunting, the children were squirming impatiently in their chairs, my father and grandmother were talking about something or other (my dad was probably boring Gam stiff with his latest computer project), and the delicious smell of turkey wafted gently over us. Paper pilgrims and Indians lined the clothed table and candlelight glittered on the china.
It was a normal Thanksgiving scene at Grandma's, and I loved it.
Then Grandma stood -- probably because she was sick of listening to my dad -- and the room went as quiet as a room can when occupied by six boys under the age of ten, 'Before we begin, I'm sure Ella would love to share five things she's grateful for.'
I groaned. Grandma knows I hate having attention drawn to myself, this was her revenge because I wouldn't speak in the program she did before dinner. Well, there was nothing I could do about it. I lumbered to my feet and gazed at the cornucopia, and suddenly I was struck by an idea. Clearing my throat, I said:
'I am so grateful for so many things,' Grandma smiled and nodded encouragingly, 'For one: duckbill platypuses, for giving us a great word to say and a never-fail conversation topic "Why? Why the platypus?"' I could see that Grandma was beginning to regret her rash act, but there was no turning back now, 'I am also grateful for itchy clothes, for reminding us that the sweater Aunt Mable gave us last Christmas is NOT the most horrible thing in the world. I am grateful for wallpaper, it hides cracks in the walls better than paint. I am thankful for duct tape, it hold the world to-gether. And, finally, I am most grateful for my fork. Now let's eat.'
I grinned triumphantly at Grandma and sat back down.
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Starting Over
You know, Sister Paula, knew what she was saying when she talked about the difficulty of expressing spiritual experiences. I feel like I've just gone through a major change and, while things aren't going to get EASY any time soon ("If life were easy, it wouldn't be hard"), I'm going to be okay, and all I can think to say is: PRAYER IS GOOD!!!
But you know, there's a lot of truth in that simple sentance.
Isn't it amazing that the creater of worlds, father of billions, cares what each one of his children has to say and is willing -- not only willing, but eager -- to hear what we have to say? As I prayed to-day I was certain there was someone listening. It felt as though there was someone in the room with me, that I was not alone.
And that is amazing too. We are NOT alone. I don't have to go through ANYTHING by myself. Do you know how grateful I am for that? I think living in Saratoga Springs, away from everyone and everything I'm used to, has opened my eyes to a lot of things. I've realized how important it is to me to be able to call my mother every day -- and sometimes I don't even have anything to say. Sometimes all it is is "I need a new episode of Eureka." But just being able to do that little thing means the world to me. Suddenly I realize how important it is for me to be able to e-mail my dad -- to be able to send stupid cat pictures and quote deep thoughts about sunscreen to each other. I realize how much he helps me through the little, silly things that mean so much (ah, man, I'm crying again....)
And now I realize how much it means to be able to talk to my Father in Heaven at any time. Sometimes it's just little things, like, "I really need to find my planner." Sometimes it's big things like, "Please help my friend in her times of trouble." or "Please let my brother know how much we love him, regardless." Having Him listen means EVERYTHING.
His love is so strong. He sent his SON to die for us, to suffer for us, so that we could have mercy. Without Jesus, there would be no point for us to be here, because we'd never be able to make it back. None of us are good enough without help.
That's all I was praying for: help. Well, and understanding. I don't know why I'm here or what I'm supposed to be doing (though I did figure out that watching every episode of Eureka, Psych, I Dream of Jeannie, Bewitched, AND Leave it to Beaver in one week was not it...), but whatever it is I KNOW I can't do it by myself. But I don't have to. I don't even have to know what it is. Someone else does. And I think He'll let me know when the time is right.
Sometimes I think we take the church for granted. Sometimes we forget how important the gospel is. Sometimes we forget that we have the spirit. We're like the fish who says, "Water? What water? I don't see any water."
Let us not forget! For we would be nowhere without the power of the gospel -- but we can go so far with it.
Friday, November 07, 2008
One Nation, Under God
As you all know, Senator Obama has now become President Obama. As most of you know, Kenneth, as well as most of the other Republicans, was freaking out a bit about this. I wasn't sure how to feel, but now I know: Calm.
For one thing: We chose the people in the electorial college, the people who represent US. We trusted those people to represent OUR votes. America voted for Obama. I am going to respect his office so long as he does. Does that mean I agree with him? Heck no. But I believe in America.
More importantly: I believe in a higher power. This is NOT One Nation, Under Obamma. It never will be. Even if everything goes crazy, and Obamma turns in-to some sort of Hitler and takes over, we'll be okay. We know these are the last days, and crazy things are going to happen. We've known this was coming.
I HATE politics. I believe that the word expresses it well, poli, in Latin, meaning "many", and "tics", meaning "blood-sucking creatures". I know it's an old joke, but it's true. However, if there is one thing I LOVE, it's my religion. I believe that we are a chosen generation, and I believe that this place that we live in is a great place. And all of those anti-American Americans can go jump in a lake (how's that for Christ-like? Okay, so I'm working on that.) But I cannot abide people who are not willing to stand by their country. We live somewhere where you can SAY what you THINK. Most people can't do that. Our ancestors couldn't do that. WE CAN!
"Liberty's too precious a thing to be buried in books...Men should hold it up in front of them every single day of their lives and say: 'I'm free to think and to speak. My ancestors couldn't. I can. And my children will.' Boys want to grow up remembering that."
Do we remember? Are we willing to DO something? Because, you know, this country's bigger than one man. "...this country is bigger than the Taylors, or you, or me, or anything else. Great principles don't get lost once they come to light. They're right here; you just have to see them again!"
So, should we be doing something? Yes! Should we be saying something? Yes! Should we remain "God-fearing, gun-clinging republicans", or whatever Obamma called us, despite the fact that the president doesn't agree with that? Yes!
Should we worry? No!
We don't know how the battle will play out -- but we know who's going to win. All we gotta' do is make sure we are on the right side!
Fifteenth Birthday!
Not MY fifteenth birthday, of course, that not being until December (DECEMBER 29, actually ☺). No, it's my friend Apt's Birthday to-morrow! HOORAY!!!!!! Hope your fifteenth year is amazing! Thanks for being a GREAT friend!
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☺Captain Whitney
I am grateful for laughter -- except for when milk comes out my nose.
Custard and other Deep Thoughts
I would rather die than admit what movie we're at, so don't even ask. Oh, my favourite hat is also in the picture! Along with a handful of my favourite people
So I failed to go to school to-day (again). I swear, my director's going to kick me out of the play! He gave us a long lecture yesterday on NOT GETTING SICK. But, honestly, I couldn't get out of bed this morning! I should be well by Monday -- and if not, I'm going to pretend to be.
I fear I'm suffering writer's block. What would be interesting to post? Of late the only interesting things I have done are watch custard and ... er, watch more custard. At the moment of going to press, I am watching "Fetch! With Ruff Ruffman".
What is Mr. Rogers' first name? Like, Mr. Rogers from Mr Roger's Neighborhood.
Okay, well, I obviously don't actually have anything to say, so I guess I'll go away.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Pureed Spaghetti
and I just had to post.
For those of you who don't know: Kenneth is getting his wisdom teeth pulled to-morrow, which ... well, quite frankly, sucks. I do hope you're one of the fast healers and that you'll be up to coming to school on Monday!
Have fun!
Has anyone else out there (right now I feel like I'm talking to no-one, but, with any luck, Ginny will start reading the BLOG again and I won't feel so lonely....) had their WT pulled?
-Captain Whitney
Live, love, and laugh -- it's all good!
Gee, I'm a Tree
Ick ... I have two pages of math homework due to-morrow. (one emoticon just wasn't enough) I rather loathe math, actually. But my mother says I have to prepare for when I homeschool my children and my sons want to be engineers.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Blue Birds and Rambeling
That resteraunt always makes me think of vegetarian BlueBirds, which makes me think of cats, and the two to-gether make me think of plums, which, by an odd coinsidence, makes me think of the colour pink and a spiffy jacket, which makes me think of Lancelot and a hat.... And thinking about things making me think of things makes me think of enchiladas.
I was watching "Word Girl" yesterday, and she was talking about rambeling. I guess I do have a tendancy to do that, but sometimes I just can't help it. It's the creative flow, you know? So, sorry my BLOG has no point what-so-ever, I guess this is all just free-writing.
If I actually have something to say, I'll post that too.
So ... anyone reading anything of interest? I'm reading the Book of Mormon at the moment of going to press, and I really need to finnish (wait, isn't that a language?) before January.
Okay, I'm really getting a headache from staring at a computer screen so long, so I'm going away.
Cheero!
Obscure Jimmy Stewart Movies
I think they're having a Jimmy Stewart merathon on VCM, except they're only playing the dumb ones or the ones no one has ever heard of. But I've been ill, so I've been watching all of them! Hooray!
The Mortal Storm (****) -- an amazing movie about a family escaping from Nazi Germany on skis. It was kind of depressing, as the whole reason it was written was to get the Americans to join the war (so, obviously, the war wasn't over at the time of filming), and it made me cry, but I thought it was BRILLIANT -- and I hate Nazi stories.
Dear Bridgitt (*) -- This one was really, incredibly stupid. Stewart's character was funny, as he played a ditsy poet who "sends his father candies on Mother's Day", but otherwise it was a complete waist of two hours (not that I would have done anything more constructive with those two hours...)
The Naked Spur (***) -- A weird role for Stewart, as he played a gun-waving bounty hunter, but I actually enjoyed this one. It was a Western (as you may have guessed from the title), and it was kind of weird, because for the first half one guy was the star of the show, and then in the second half he just sort of stopped being important and we focused on the other guy. Which was kind of depressing, as I'd rather liked the first hero (who wasn't actually a hero... of course!) Anyways, this one was fun, even though it lacked much of a point.
The Gorgeous Hussy (*) -- Oh, I suppose this one deserves more than one star, but I thought it was really depressing. Jimmy Stewart wasn't an important character, just a friend of the heroine who proposed to her a couple times (he hadn't a chance). In the beginning there were three guys -- one who wanted to marry her, one who flirted with her constantly, and one she was in love with who was at least ten years older than she (if not more). I was kind of rooting for the flirt, but then she actually ended up with him, which made me mad (because that's the kind of logic I have). But it was all good, because they only got one night to-gether and then he DIED. And so then she finally gets engaged to the guy she was actually in love with, but, because of politics, they seperate, so she goes off and marries some other guy to make her uncle happy. And then the guy she was in love with (who, by this point, two hours later, I was madly in love with as well) DIED and they all lived happily ever after. The end. No joke, that was pretty much the entire movie, minus some politics. It was very depressing.
There might have been more. I've been so out of it, I'm surprised I remember that much. So ... those were my fun Jimmy Stewart movies. Tee-hee!
Starting Yet Again
I'm really not up to anything very interesting -- just writing a lot and pretending to do my homework. I've stayed home from school the past three days due to illness (which is always when I start my BLOGs and the only time I ever actually post on them....) I've watched a lot of custard* and written a bit and watched more custard and slept a bit and watched more custard and cleaned my room and read and "done my homework" and watched still more custard. It has been quite ... boring, actually. But more fun then math class, so I suppose I ought not complain too loud.
Anyways, I suppose I've got a new episode of I Dream of Jeannie, so I'll post later.