Me aT 1 Am tHis moRniNg

I am not an emotional girl. Occasionally though, like every woman, I get emotional over the silliest things and last night I got emotional. I started crying completely out of the blue. Poor Rachel just listened to my woe's of life and comforted me.

I don't like it when friend boys start liking you and become crazy awkward to be around because they refuse to even look at you.

I don't appreciate kinda liking someone and not knowing what to do when they like you back.

In congruence to my first dislike, I don't like wanting a friend who is just not that into you. Despite your heart being one of the strongest muscles in the body, I can't take hearing my mom telling me he is just not that into me one more time. The truth hurts so badly sometimes.

I am not crazy about the holidays this year. They take away my close friends to all ends of the Continental US leaving me stuck in P-town with snow and lots of time. .

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Straight No Chaser

If you have yet to purchase Straight No Chaser's newest Christmas CD called Christmas Cheer, you are seriously missing out. This quality a cappella group will blow your wool socks and cashmere sweaters off. I love them.

Funny Man Beer

I visited some relatives last night and although the good times keep comin with that lot, I could not help but think back to the time when I lived with the funniest man roaming the face of the earth- if you guessed Mr. Beer, you get an 'A' in history.

I mean, look at the picture dudes. What is there not to love.

Mr. Beer is oh so funny. The man can lay on a blanket in the middle of an Escandido park with homeless bums roaming around taking food from complete teenage strangers and STILL pop off seeming useless history trivia. Not bad in my book.

Shout out to the Beer! Keep it up old man:)

Your faithful fan,

Furry

I love my hair short.

Reasons for short hair

1. I like it

2. Shorter shower time

3. Use less shampoo

4. Tend to style more when short

5. Boys don't like it... woops! Did I just type that:)

6. I cannot think of another reason other than I just kinda want to wack it all off!

I wanted to share a rather funny facebook post between some friends and I... it made me cry from laughing so hard- join in the fun!

Sarah Anderson: (note to Pookie)

Woman! I have a funny story for you… Once upon a time (aka yesterday around 8:15 in the pm) Sarah was told by an intramural ref that her shorts were too short. Sarah adamantly denied the accusation and quickly pointed out that said chica had approved three other female players with the SAME EXACT shorts on to play. Chica stumbled over the few words in vocabulary and mustered up the following excuse“I get to have the last say and they don’t hit your leg where I think they should.” Could it be- chica- that the shorts really are BYU approved, but that my legs take up ¾ of my body so it looks a wee bit different?????! Discrimination comes in all forms. I almost tore her head off her scrawny, white, pathetic looking body. Stay tune!Read More

Scruffy McScruff: (comments on my note)

this one time: they made me go home and shave. so i did. i raced home, shaved, and raced back. i went back to the same chick and she said i missed a spot, and made me go home and shave again. and this was before i even had to shave in all reality. i think that's why i hate shaving forever now. but i also learned that the intramural dudes cared a lot less as to whether you shaved or not. next time, i suggest checking into the game with a dude - doubt he'll mind sexy short shorts. hhEEeeeEEEy girl hhHHheeEEEEyYYy!!

Pookie: (comments after Scruffy's note)

I am peeing my pants right now. No seriously. One time whilst playing flag football, there was a girl on the other team who thought she was more of a pro athlete than an intramural college student. She was playing unnecesarily rough against me and I decided to let her know I was no sissy. The evil sinister villain came out in me and the next play I decided whethere she had the ball or not, I would "think" she did and grab her flags/ britches and pants her. Humiliation was my weapon to get her off my back. The ball flew and I yanked hard and her one pant leg ripped entirely off fom about 4 inches below the crotch on down exposing her white ninjas for all to see. Everyone was concerned over her underwear debacle. I giggled manically at the snafu. O'doyle Rules!

I feel that every story should have a take-away lesson (aka tal)...

TAL from intramural conversation-
1. An intramural ref must possess one or all of the above - power trip, sucks at the actual sport and feels the need to be connected in some way or another, has no life and hungers for social interaction.

2. I love my friends:)

By tomorrow, I have to write/prepare a 50 minute lesson for mission prep and I realized this morning that I have a finance test that I have to take. Surely you could guess that I have neither started the lesson outline nor cracked a book for studying. My studious nature ran away the moment I graduated High School.

I'm sitting at our ridiculously small dining table fooling around with my music. Rayray and I had just had a giggle about my aggressive appetite for junk food. The moment my mind knows it needs to study, it thinks it can avoid the chore by dreaming of pumpkin cookies, or better-than-sex cake, or some other devilish treat. Tricky huh?!

I skim over Whitney. Whit and I go way back. At the tender age of six, she capture a part of my heart that she still holds oh so tightly! I Will Always Love You- the best song in the entire world.

Whenever this song came on in the car, I would make my best friend's mom crank it up so I could sing. Kate tried to get a note in here or there, but for the most part, my seriously quick "shut it" yelps would do the trick. I could imagine myself on a grand stage, wearing a fat diamond necklace and shimmery evening gown belting out this song.

It was that bad.

Naturally, I couldn't pass my song without listening. click... a moment later, the exquisite voice of Mrs. Houston floods the kitchen.

My phone was the only potentially decent amp in sight. I grabbed it. I performed. Years of Whitney worshiping has left me with a mean lip syncing skill.

Somehow you can put on the best show in you for the imaginary audience, but the moment Rachel and her video camera sneak out of their hiding spot, you instantly become conscious of the fat zit on your chin, the crack in your voice, and the sloppy hair.

I can't believe she got that on film.

Yucky sickness- BEGONE!

Picture this-

• sore throat- need I say more?
• mean cough... the type that causes you to lean forward every time you hack because you fear you will choke on your innards as they progressively inch their way up the abdomen
• aches- I've always considered myself to have a mean pain tolerance level. I think I'm seriously losing it! I look like the Hunchback of Notre Dome
• runny and stuffy nose... why can't I just have one? The 'crane just hit my face' feeling caused by a stuffy nose should be plenty. Noooooooooo! My lovely body feels the need to leave me helplessly miserable with both Niagara Falls and the hit in the face. Cool.
• lethargy- do not take your sleep for granted! As of late, I've been careless and my immune system is screaming for copious amounts of sleep and a Vitamin C overdose.

Did I mention that I love the rain?

Well, I do.