SYAD EROM RUOF

If you read backwards you know that says FOUR MORE DAYS. ASRTOIAW EKJSFDLSJD!
I can't scream enough on here to express the craziness that is raging around inside of me. So instead I'm gonna put some pictures up. Pictures are always fun, right?

These are two of my greatershist friends and we are at our senior prom.
GO VALLEY G for getting prom queen. Boom bam.

This is a picture I painted. It's decent.

This is one of my favorite faces of all time. Haha I wonder if he'd kill me if he knew I was putting these pictures up...

Beautiful, stormy drive up to David and Lisa's cabin. HECK YES.

Maybe I put this picture up before. But I love it.

And so thats that. See how he weedles his way into my blog post even though I try and just put pictures up? Weird. Is weedles even a word?

Lemons in my Life

This should be easy, right? Just writing down how I'm feeling and blahblahblah? A berjillion things are just stacking up right now and I feel like I can't take care of any of them. I need to go to work but I just won't. I need to get stuff figured out for this next semester but I don't want to. I need to make a hat but I'm spending all my time with Weston. Favorite decision ever. Except for not, and here's why:
The more I'm with him, the more I spend every stinkin' possible moment with him, the more my stomach's like, "agghhhhhhh" the more my brain screams WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? and here's why:
He goes back up to Utah next Saturday/Sunday/Monday. Happy birthday to me. Not. and you know what that means?
Two more weeks until school starts back up, and either I'll see him during those two weeks (probably not, its not worth it/probably won't work out/I'm tired) or I'll see him during Spring Break (March).
And if not:
I won't see him until the end of April, which is four months away, or if he decides to stay for the spring I won't see him until the middle of June. 6 months.
Best case scenario: see him in beginning of January, in March, in April.
Worst case scenario: don't see him until the middle of June.
Neither of these actually sound/feel/seem appealing. and here's why:
I hate being here without him. And then as soon as I get used to it, he shows back up and becomes a real and actual part of my life again and leaves. If I don't get to have him around and nothing is going to work out between us I'd rather just punch this relationship in the gut and walk away. It's no fun living like this. It's no fun going about my days without him, building my world without him, and then he shows up again and we work so well together and we laugh and sing and dance and then it's BOOM.
GO BACK TO SCHOOL. LIVE YOUR MEDIOCRE LIFE. WATCH AS EVERYONE AROUND YOU GETS TO GROW AND MOVE ON TO THINGS WHILE YOU SIT IN A CORNER AND WAIT FOR A GUY WHO IS AT BYU AND WILL ALWAYS BE AT BYU AND YOU'RE POOR SO YOU STAY AT ASU WHICH IS NOT BYU AND TRY TO FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING AT ASU IN THE FIRST PLACE.
This is a rant and I'm sorry. It's been a rough night.
When all is said and done, though, well. I dunno. I don't know if it's all worth it in the end. Right now it feels like it's not and it won't get any better. But it's also 2 AM and no one thinks rationally at this time.
One more week to figure this out.
Tune in next time for SOAP OPERAS WITH LYNZI
-to be continued- (sorry)

Follow Me on Twitter

Yeah, I did it. I created a Twitter account. And I realized that Twitter is the best part of Facebook: Status Updates. More precisely, clever status updates. So there I am. I always thought Twitter was the dumbest thing in the world. So I'm as surprised as you are that I have one. But my best friend Ashley and I, we're just going to follow each other on Twitter. Update stuff just so the other one can see it.
TOO MUCH FUN! (click the link to see my profile page. YAY!)

ps- MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE! May all your  dreams (the reasonable ones, at least) come true.

"Next Blog>>"

I just discovered this button that shoots you to another person's blog. JUST SOME RANDOM PERSON'S BLOG!! It was the weirdest thing. I clicked it, and it took me to a blog where the last post was a picture of an ultrasound. Next. List of things this lady did that entire day. Listed hourly. They were mom things. Next. A blog named Cookies for Breakfast. Again about a mom. WHERE ARE ALL THE COOL BLOGGERS THAT DON'T BLOG ABOUT MOM THINGS!>?! on facebook, that's where. Speaking of which, I am still offa that thing. I dunno, I feel like I need to get back on so I can have all my pictures and stuff. I miss those pictures. But I feel like I'd be letting the whole world down if I got back on.
Oh and another thing.
RANDOM SAUCE- I promised myself I'd never do this, but lookit this guy.

See how I'm hugging him? That's how much I like him. I always thought I wouldn't blog about guys because then we'd just break up and then it'd be all awkward that I had posted something about him...

Kinda the same *ehhh* feeling about changing a relationship status on the big FB. It's easier to just be all like... nonchalant about it. However.

whatintheworldilovethewaywearetogether. I love spending time with him. But guess what he's at BYU and I am definitely not there. SO.

What.

Happens.

Now.

Well I dunno. But sometimes I feel like it's way too hard and I can't deal with the crazy of the whole thing and then sometimes I just embrace it and love it and really embrace and love every second I get with him.

What's really funny, though, is that he might be all like, "why did you blog about me?" But he'll never see this so no worries. :)

For once I didn't open my eyes all the way and he did.

but I love this crazy guy.

YAY.

Good Morning. Because it is Still Morning.

So it turns out eating a doughnut and a BBQ chicken sandwich at 2 in the morning leaves your esophagus burning when you wake up.
Whatever, because it was worth it. So weird that I had to eat before I could fall asleep.
And so weird that BBQ sandwiches burn your throat.
All that aside, I'm glad that after a yucky night I can wake up and feel decent, (again, minus the burning)

WHAT IS SOsOSoSOSOSO cool, though, is that I woke up and looked out my window, and it looked like this:

Duh Duh Duh DUH!!! CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF RAIN!!!!!

If that's not happiness in it's truest form, I dunno what is. What a blessing! and maybe it won't be EIGHTY STINKIN DEGREES today. IT'S DECEMBER!

but I'll stop complaining. Because it's CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF RAIN!!!!

Booyes.

INSOMN-MANIAC

Coming at you live from 1:24 AM.
What in the world. So I did everything that is needed in my nightly routine. Face washed, teeth brushed, scriptures read, prayers said. Put my retainers in. And jumped into bed, covered up my head, because Santa Claus comes... in 8 days. Sometimes when I can't fall asleep at night I move around until I'm comfortable. So I moved around. Still uncomfortable. Sometimes when I'm uncomfortable I take my retainers out. Took them out. Still RESTLESS!
TWO BIGGEST PET PEEVES:
ONE: Meet my pet peeve, broken clock

PET PEEVE TWO:

meet my not being able to fall asleep pet peeve.

 

That's pretty much me with dark hair and creepy eyes.

(note the clock on the wall appears to be working) 

So what I did after laying there for too too long was

Got up, went downstairs.... and ate one of these bad boys. 

 

I'm not a late night snacker. So we know something's wrong here. Nor am I a late night blogger. Double wrong. We should do something about this. But looking at this doughnut is making me hungry. I think I'll have another.

Agh.

BLAHBLAHBLAH LIGHT RAIL

You know public transportation is suffering when they have to make a song about the light rail.

http://www.valleymetro.org/notes/topic/ridelrebn/

I'm gonna write my own song about the valley metro. Here it goes.

Valley Fever Metro

Parking in Phoenix is horrible,
The theft in Tempe is bad,
There's scary people in Mesa,
But I still drive my car instead.

Because the Light Rail's a waste of state money,
There's really not much it can do,
"The Light Rail decreases CO2 emissions,"
Yeah, can I get a big "Whoop-Dee-Do"?

Now I'm just as green as the next guy,
But does any of this really make sense?
Arizonan's like their suburbans,
We won't change at Ol' Burb's expense.

Valley Metro just isn't for you and me,

Because it carries all types of disease.

Watch out for where you place your body,

you just might walk out with fleas.

So next time you're thinking of going downtown,

Stop and think at what cost,

You might find yourself leaving

Without a wallet or purse that is "lost"

the end.

Time to Move On

Today I wore a V neck t shirt and cut off shorts to school. Today I was hot after riding my scooter back to the Institute Building. Today it was 89 degrees. TODAY IS NOVEMBER STINKIN' 5TH!!! So I lean my head back and yell into the unfeeling Arizona sky, asking, "WHERE IS FALL?!!!??"

I love Arizona. I love the people, I love the atmosphere, there's diversity throughout the regions, it's relatively safe from natural disasters, and all my family is here. It's great. But man. It is just so darn hot. All the time. This is my favorite time of year. I love the fall, I love feeling the crisp fall feeling, the colors, it's just amazing what it does for your soul. I love the baking, the cleaning, the decorating the stress mixed with the relief when everything turns out like it should. But I feel like I'm being robbed. It's been summer for a good 9 months now. I'm ready to put on some long sleeved shirts, turn into a rudolph on my way to class, walk into a house with a fire burning and hot chocolate on the stove. I'm ready to have 3 blankets on my bed and not leave the fan on all night. I want to see the trees change colors in October, not January. Everything about the seasons here is so anticlimactic. Winter and spring don't exist. Summer lasts 9-10 months out of the year, and fall begins in January and ends in February. What in the world. It could be worse, I know. But part of the human experience is being a part of this amazing system of seasons that we have. And I think living in Arizona robs that from us sometimes. And so, here's to hoping that things start taking a cold turn sometime soon. Here's to hoping Thanksgiving isn't cut off's and V neck weather. Here's to hoping we have a chilly Christmas. Here's to hoping that Arizona lets go of summer and turns to winter. Out with the old, in with the new. Amen.

Vanished

The unthinkable has happened.

I... deactivated my facebook account.

SUPER GASP!!!!??!!? And I feel like I don't exist anymore. People won't be able to get a hold of me, I'll be a social outcast forever!! AHG WHAT HAVE I DONE!?!?

I keep thinking of things I'd like to put as my status, but now I can't. Weird. So you may see a bunch of "status-like" blog posts. Just so I can get them out of my system. Coping methods. Agh.

Eye Stayed Home

So what this saturday consisted of:

Waking up, Jester'Z class, work, making dinner, sitting at home with Gavin while EVERYONE ELSE in the family went out on a Saturday night. What is the problem?

IM IN STINKIN COLLEGE!

Why am I the one at home when I'm 18? (almost 19...) Isn't college life supposed to be all fun and exciting and junk? I guess my life is sometimes. But there are definitely times when I'm just tired and sitting at home. Weird. Mace is at a party. Kody's at a corn maze. Mom and Dad went to a stand up comedy show. Dallin was at night games. So I drew this

Eye Call It

I guess my night was productive after all. And drawing is edifying. So I win.

MUSTACHIO!

Alright. The new fashion trend in young men, ages ranging from 19-26 is this thing called the mustache. here's what I have to say about it.

Mustache:
10% the 70's,
90% pedophile.

case in point.

Think. Feel. Speak.

So I just updated my facebook status to something that Boyd K Packer said in this last General Conference. And as soon as I posted it, I thought to myself, "I wonder what kind of feedback I'm going to get because of this."
Personally, I admire the boldness with which Elder Packer spoke. Many of us feel strongly about the subjects that are in heated debate right now, but when we share our feelings with those who feel differently, we soften our opinion. We give disclaimers and back down, presenting our side of the argument with words like, "well..." and "just because..." and "my church believes...". But why should we? Why do we?
Just as others have the right to speak out for "tolerance," we also have the right to demand "tolerance" for our point of view. We have the right to skip all the disclaimers and excuses and say, "This is what I believe." Done. Sealed and sent. You have core values. Make decisions when you vote that reflect those core values. If you believe people should live as you strive to live, do not help pass laws that would allow them to do otherwise. It is an ultimate disservice to sit idly let your fellow men live in sin. There is a distinct difference between right and wrong. We know this because we see the blessings and the joy that comes when we live the commandments.
Ok I'm getting preachy so I'll stop. But I just wanted to let this blog know that as time goes by, people are going to get angrier and angrier at people who try to stand up for what is right. So the question is, are  we going to have the courage to speak out for what is right? Or will our opinion be smothered by those who threaten us?
Because, after all: "Those who stand for nothing, fall for anything." - Alexander Hamilton

Satan Bacteria, Be Gone!

Well I was having the junkiest day of my life yesterday, I've been in a pretty bad funk for a while. (which is weird cuz i never have funks.) What happened was my first class of the day, English For Dummies (aka 102) was absolutely terrible. Our teacher had us read this essay that had some Green Day lyrics with the F word in it and she said the was semi disappointed that the student who was reading it out loud didn't read that word because that's like her shot of caffeine in the morning.... uhhh ok? And then she had us watch two Chris Rock stand up clips about two horrible subjects, and not only were the topics about vulgar words, but Chris so conveniently laced them with other words, totally not necessary and seriously, I came out of that room feeling like someone had dumped an entire port-o-potty on my soul. And although that image is a bit funny to think about, the way I felt was anything but funny. And with that weighing on my mind, and with so many other things that contribute to my funk, yesterday was just a weird and not that pleasant day. So later I went to a volleyball game with my mom and sister, and while I was there, I had no energy. The gym was loud, the music annoying, I had no motivation to really cheer at all. And then I got a text from Weston Hollis.

I've just gotta say how much that kid can turn a life around. As soon as he texted me, (something really nice and cute and awesome and yeah) seriously, it was like this whole weight was removed off of me, my posture changed, Mom and Macey could both tell and said something about it. And I didn't even deny it, I felt so much better, and it was because of him. So what the moral of this story is, is that Weston is my favorite ever, and a huge life saver, and also, if you ever feel like you need to text or call or talk to someone, do it. Because you never know how much they really might need it. Because especially if they go to ASU, their soul might be swimming in an entire sewer. Lets be happy. Together.

The Music's in You

Sometimes I feel really musicmoody. Like I'm having too much drama in my life, (which for me is any drama) and so I turn to music to tell me about all of its problems, and in turn I'm like, yes. That's exactly how I feel. THANK YOU. And it's almost like I'm part of a movie, starring me, I'm walking home in the rain, and Ashes and Wine is playing in the background. Music makes me more than I am just by myself. It's comforting, sometimes it sympathizes, sometimes it tells me to get up and do something, sometimes it makes me cry, sometimes I dance around like an idiot because we all succumb to the messages the music gives us. Just another reason to be choosy about what we listen to.

I dunno. I like it.

THE LIST

Add my dear friend KAT FRANCIS to the engaged to be married list. TO MYLES TURK!!! so happy for them. Life's great. Let's go!

Freak Accomplishment

I just did something so cool, that only two people saw.
We were trying to get a dodgeball into a basketball hoop with either our feet or heads for like 40 mins after FHE tonight at the Hiatts. And then more than half of the group bailed so it was three of us left. We were floppin around with it, not making much progress and then... it was like time slowed down. Derek set me up with the perfect opportunity, the stars aligned, Hercules overcame death, and i head-butted that dodge ball into a perfect arch, and it sank. Right into the net, with the satisfying swoosh followed by me yelling "WOAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" as I ran a victory sprint over to the bishop and his talking-posse. I was elated. Ecstatic. EXXREMELY HAPPY, dos equis for affect. I was proudful of my small accomplishment.
I just did something so cool, that only two people saw. But two people is two more than zero, so I'll take it. Boo ya. Thank you, Universe.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

We're going to our Richardson Reunion tomorrow. Bomb sauce? Yes. 5 days of dirt and tents and family and rain. I'm ready.

Here I Am.

You know, some people use their blogs as journal type things, to talk about their days, to talk about their lovers, to talk about what they like to do, and sometimes I find myself wanting to use it as that kind of medium too, but I realized I have commitment issues. I don't want to put stuff down on the internet that I'll have to look back on and feel stupid about. I have no problem with being silly stupid, but when it comes to looking stupid because of real life things, I can't commit to it. I hate putting myself out there where my emotions are so raw and real and everyone can see them and its scary because I might get cut down, and I don't want people to know that I'm weak and vulnerable sometimes, and if I put it out here, or put myself out in life, its dark, and it feels like I'm standing on glass- its transparent and its fragile and I like having control and being stable. And I know that sometimes the glass is going to break, and I am going to fall and look absolutely stupid, sad, or pathetic. Because it's happened before and I beat myself up about it afterward. I'm coming to a point in my life, however, that I can't really be safe anymore. Not if I want to truly live. It's difficult moving out onto the glass of relationships and uncertain futures but I guess it's worth it. Millions of others have done it before me and made it out alright. I guess it's time to grow out. Branch up. Wish me luck.

H3LP

Why am I on here?
Why are you reading this?
Why do we spend ridiculous amounts of time on the internet?
It's because we'd rather be anywhere but here. Where we are. So we use the internet to escape, because by getting on FB we are now suddenly connected with our 1,936 friends, or at least the ones who are looking for an escape as well. Suddenly we are in the exact same place as a lot of other people, where we can look at others' lives and wish we were in California too, or wish we were in a relationship with johnny, or wish we were attending The Last Airbender midnight showing. We become so dissatisfied with sitting at our home (and maybe thats justifiable, maybe you have a really boring home) so we jump into cyberspace and occupy ourselves with everything else everyone else is doing.

THE LAST AIRBENDER IS COMING!

That is all.

5 weddings, and a wedding..

SO MANY PEOPLE ARE GETTING MARRIED!
or have gotten married recently.
brianna whaley (now yardley)
kristen porter (now pear)
talia ta'ase (now halm)
laura (agh i dont know how to spell her last name...) (now emery)
mandy merkley (now charlton)
chelsea goodman (soon to be... McShane)
jay ann (soon to be palmer)
tara porter (now brough)
lynzi richardson (soon to be carr... oh wait. sorry i started dreaming for a second..)
tara schlappi (now bodrero)
ashley davis (soon to be.. well his first name is micah..)
brittany stapley (soon to be call)
kelsey woods (soon to be jackson)

and im just waiting to put some more of my friends on here, because they all left to byu!! money on val, steph, and rachel in the fall, because those girls are some mighty fine catches! byu boys better watch out, they're gonna knock your socks off :)

Cold As Ice

I hate the Ice Age movies. I hate them. I hate the animation, especially of the sloth and squirrel. Especially the squirrel. He is disgusting, he is crazy, his stupid nose is way too long and he cannot speak, although all the rest of the characters can. His bulging eyes and scrawny neck make me want to gouge out those eyes and wring that neck. 

The sloth is stupid and ugly as well. His lisp is endearing to some, and i dont think any less of you if you are a Sid fan, but I personally hate it. I think the Ice Age movies are poorly animated and humourless. (english version of humour for snob effect) I think the ugly characters are supposed to add to the humour, perhaps because it is not funny enough already, so they had to make the characters as ugly as all get out to add to the slap stick humour.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not always opposed to slap stick, but i just found myself hating this cartoon. Which is weird. I'm a cartoon lover. I love animated movies, way more than the next guy. But this one is just a barf fest for me. And they made THREE OF THEM! THREE! It's like they thought, "Ok, the first one was alright, but we can make the next two worse. Let's do it. Jimmy, get your smelly self back into character! It's Sid time." Ugh. 

I also hate Enya. Sorry.

BABIES AHOY!

I was sitting in the drive through line at sonic, when I looked in front of me and saw one of those little yellow warning signs that say, "Baby on Board," stuck to the vans rear window. And no offense to anyone who has one of those on your car, but they are kinda dumb.

Because what are they for? Is it a super bragging device? Good for you, you have a baby. Now hurry up and stop ordering a boat load of food from Sonic. You aren't eating for two anymore.

Or if it is to make people drive more carefully, that's a dumb reason, too. Because by the time the insane driver reads your "BABY ON BOARD" sign, he's already too close and he's gonna crash into you and your baby anyway.

So pointless, right? But I guess I'd rather look at that sign, than some sticker of a devious boy relieving himself, while waiting in line at Sonic.

Picdate = Picture update.

YESSSS! THIS GIRL, RIGHT HERE, is one of my favorite people of all time. She's amazing and funny and I had the GRANDEST AND PRIVILEGED experience being able to choreograph Lion King with her. Awesome.

THIS GUY, RIGHT HERE, was an AMAZING prom date. Wowzas he's such a gentleman and is so much fun to be with, plussss he's super cute! he's also good at jam sessions with friends. Love love!

THIS STEEPLE, RIGHT HERE, is the coolest, newest steeple to be up on top of a temple, and it's in mi madre's hometown of PIMATHATCHERSAFFORD!! breathtaking. absolute.

Gavin, ever since he was small, collected stickers of all sorts. Even the stickers off of bananas and apples and halloween stuff. And then he would stick them on this cupboard in our kitchen. Then one day I said they had to go. He only cried a little bit. I was proud of him. So i put all of those stickers in some paper and called it his "sticker book." Boo ya. It was an absolute pain trying to take them off, though. Whatever. Worth it.

I graduated. (a faint "yikes" is heard in the background)

My friends rule.

Boogy Man Come Get Me

INFURIATING!
I set my alarm for like, 8:30. I woke up, turned it off, fully expecting to wake up in 20 mins. And then suddenly i hear this horrible creaking sound, AND ITS MACEY! and EVEN MORE THAN THAT, IT IS 11:20!!!! And this is not the first time I've done this. Not even the second. Not the third nor the fourth. Ever since graduation night my internal clock has been definitely bashed to pieces and I have no sense of time attttt alllllll. If I have to get up for something I can, but if work or student orientation or church is not calling my name, I won't be up earlier than 11. Somsing ees veddy wrong here..
I've never been much of the stereotypical teenager, I thought I was lucky to skip that whole thing, but now im suffering from SolidREM-itis, can't wake that kid fer nothing, Freaky Friday, pulling me out of my bed, ITS TERRIBLE. I hate it. And then its a cycle of I'm not tired, so I don't go to sleep on time, then I wake up late and then I'm not tired.
SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEE

A Rose By Any Other Name...

We're watching the Spain/Poland futbol soccer game and I asked,
"Why do we call countries by names other than the ones they call themselves?"
We call Espana, "Spain" but its not Spain. It's Espana. (sorry for the incorrect "N" but i can't do the legit one on my keyboard.)
Why does the world think they can change the names of the countries that aren't theirs? Because you take away their identity if you label them as something other than they are. We are the United States. Not "Etats Unis" I don't know, I just think it's weird. Why can't we all just accept each other's names? Why can't we just use all the correct names? Because they are who they are.  I'm not just going to change my foreign exchange student's name to George because his real name is Hor-hey. I'll call him "Hor-hey." or Jorge. I call him what his people call him, because that's his name. I think it's high time we call up Janet Neopolitan Ice Cream and ask her to do something about this grievous mistake that every one is making.

INTRUDER ALERT

I almost just walked into the Perkinson's home, while they were home.
I've been watering their plants and watching their house and I was supposed to go in and water the indoor plants and collect the mail and whatever whatever and I pull up, and something is different about the house. And then I call my mom. And it turns out they're all home, and imagine me, opening their garage and walking into their home, just to find them all sleepily waking up and giving me horrible questioning stares. AH I'm embarrassed just thinking about it. Like what do you even say in a situation like that? And think about all the family jokes they'd make about me forever after. Yeah, thanks, texting, crisis averted.

The Big "FB"

What makes facebook so appealing? Why is that the first place I go to when I am slightly bored? Why don't I watch TV anymore? It's because facebook is there. Facebook is waiting. And facebook will get you.

The thing that is most convenient about facebook, or FB, is that, ok, well, there's two most convenient things. One is that it is the easiest way to keep in touch with people you don't really care about. Or the people that you wouldn't care about if FB didn't exist, but now you do seem to care about them because you have access to them. You talk to the people you would never talk to again just because you can. Just because you only have 1,265 friends and can't risk losing one.

The second most convenient aspect of the FB is that pictures are EVERYWHERE! and while this can be a danger, because of internet stalkers (which we all have become, inadvertently. If I said, "raise your hand if you've ever FB stalked someone in your lifetime as a FB user" EVERYONE would raise their hand.) so while the multitudes of pictures can be a danger, it is still the best thing since the birthday list on the right hand side of the page. TAG ME! easy. done. now your picture, is my picture, and his picture, and Mr. Jenkin's picture, and Chelsea's picture, and well, you get the picture.

But FB is a big, fat, loveable waste of time. Kinda like Barney. It's a huge love-hate relationship that everyone has. It's a pleasurable plague. It's a delicious dilemma. It's a cuddly curse. We've got to get out. But we never will. So we shouldn't bother with trying to stay away. This summer, if it is anything like the last, is going to keep me at my computer way too often. On FB. But the dumb thing is that it's not worth getting on if there are only 36 "Most Recent" posts. and if you have no friend requests or notifications, you might as well be watching Barney. FB is exciting, only because there's the suspense of, who's gonna tag me next? Who will be the next loser to succumb to getting a FB account and adding me as a friend? Who wants to wish me a happy birthday? Who's on chat? Who's getting married to whom? Heaven forbid that I should go without knowing all this stuff. All this stuff that really has no affect on my non-cyber life. All this stuff that is just that, stuff. And I'm not bashing it, cuz I can't live without it, just like you can't live without it.

And we can say "Oh, I could cancel my FB account right now and not even care." But once you're in, you're in. Your days become full of, "What's happening on FB while I'm not there? Who's marrying whom? Does Jason have a better farm than me now that I've been gone for 15 hours?"
So there it is, and here we are. I'm blogging this, because I told myself I wasn't getting on FB tonight. But, if my will is as weak as I feel it is (because I want to see if anyone commented on my status) I will be on there for at least five minutes before I go to sleep.
Oh Mighty Creators of Facebook, what have you done?

Kody's Kute Mustache

Funny people do not come in bunches. Funny people are always surrounded by those who appreciate their funniness. So what happens when two funny people come together*?
*little side note: how many of us here still say "to-get-her" as they spell together? Not me, but I looked at the word and thought it looked wrong, so I went back to my elementary roots (which were dirty blonde) and said, yep. that's right.
What happens when two funny people come together is this massive appreciation of the other person's funniness. And using the other's funny to springboard their funny, to make more funny, and everyone ends up laughing til their sides start crying and begging for mercy.

This theory is demonstrated in my dad and his funny friends.

And in the movie The Sons of Provo.

And at Jester'Z Improv comedy place.

But not in groups of high school friends that are all girls or all boys. Those groups of friends are never funny. Why? I don't really know. Maybe because they have no one to impress so they don't try and be clever. Because true humor is found in cleverness. That's why you don't find funniness in groups of cheerleaders. Sorry, but it's true that none of them are clever enough. Or in groups of football player boys. The funniest people hang out on the outer rings of circles, they aren't really a part of anything, and this enables them to

A) know what everyone thinks is funny, and cater to their funny needs

and B) have a constant supply of new people to impress. Which creates more cleverness, which fuels all other areas of life in the funny world.
I love funny people. Not just people who are slap-stickers, but people who are legitimately funny.

KODY'S HOME!!!! GOTTA GO!

Great.

I always have good ideas and then i get here and i just stare at the screen, all glowy and white. My body is having a difficult time letting go of stress. I have to literally say to myself, it's ok, you have nothing to do tomorrow. and then i let out a breath and still sleep with my body scrunched tight.

Death Cab makes music like nobody's business. 

Well. I guess that's it. Gotta water plants.

If it Bleeds, It Leads

News is so horrible. I don't know how people sit and watch it all the time. But, I guess they like it because the newses (plural NEWSES?) always show the bad things, they wouldn't show it if it didn't get viewers. "Baby Gabriel is still missing, police don't know if he's dead or alive, but it's his birthday today, so..." UM WHAT?! what did you just say to me? I'll keep an eye out for baby gabriel, but man. Could have done without the heart-wrenching picture. I'd rather watch baseball.
Speaking of baseball, I watched a lacrosse game on TV a week or 7 ago. Let's rank the hardest (most rough on the body) sports to play. Hardest to easiest.
Rugby.
Football.
Lacrosse.
Hockey.
Basketball.
Volleyball.
Baseball. 
Since those are all the sports that have ever existed ever, that's probably the best list that you'll find. But you might notice that baseball is the last one on the list. Why? I like baggin' on baseball.
Baggin on Baseball. that's a good band name.
I cleaned the bathroom and I liked it. I actually realized I like cleaning. When I'm not doing anything else. If I were solely a wife and nothing else, not even a mom, I would love cleaning. I like making things orderly. But. If im busy, I hardly ever get around to it. Uht oh. Bad mom alert! Just kidding, I'm gonna be a great mom. Or at least I'm gonna work toward that. Good deal.

 

Si Si Si Si

You know what's annoying? The doctor's office, that's what. I hate going there because it smells like smoke and old people and smokey old people and I don't want to sit in the chairs because I feel like all the germs that ever existed will crawl on me and ban together to kill me. And more than that, they have had to take my blood the last two times. (I've only been twice in the last, like 8 years, but those two times have been in the last two months.) And today we're gonna make it a third. I know, let's throw a party. Ehem, sarcasm. Sorry for the pessimism, bloggy, but sometimes I just gotta type out all my frustrations. So that's what today has in store for me. A smelly germified office full of people who... hey. I just had an "OMGOSH" moment. So my body is feeling like junk lately, all the time. I ache and just want to sleep. And so I'm going to an office full of people who.. are JUST LIKE ME! I can talk to the old people and say, "Hello, whippersnapper! Boy, what I wouldn't give to be your age!" Except, that doesn't make any sense. Maybe it'll get a few laughs though.. or a few stares...

NEWWWWW topic!
I just realized that maybe one of my people who are over me at ASU (administrators?) might read my last post sometime and say, HEY, WHO DOES THAT UNGRATEFUL LITTLE WOOORRM THINK SHE IS?! and so I must recant some of what I said. I still am sort of lamenting BYU and it's green trees, but ASU will be good. It's a great school, from what I hear. And it's internet site is extremely easier to navigate. Bing bing, we have a winner. Kind of. If I keep telling myself this, it'll become a reality. Yay psychology. ANYWAY, I think I'm going to go watch a movie. hip hip.
later.

And thus the fox played his reed pipe for the three white ducks.

So I'm going to ASU. Mixed feelings. I don't know what is in store for me in these next four years. I'm glad to stay home with my family. That was my biggest unhappiness when I decided I wanted to go to BYU. Now I feel like my life is stuck in a rut and I've got no where to grow. That last word was a type-o but it makes sense so I'll keep it. College isn't growing up unless you're moving out. Not to mention all of my friends are leaving here. A bonus is that I can put purple in my hair without the BYU police fining me. What is left for me in Arizona to do? Attend institute? Work? Study? Boring. No friends, no people, I'll become a hermit and envy my brother and sister's exciting high school atmosphere. It's too hot here. I'm sure there are some more positives about going to ASU but I'm pretty sure I won't discover those until I actually get there. I'm not really sure what I want, BYU   seemed like an adventure and had snow and green grass and perfect summers. It's where all the best go. No Mormon dorm life for me. No cool firesides with general authorities. No Creamery, no trees, no clock tower that chimes hymns. We have partiers, we have concerts, we have scary mill ave, cactuses (yeah i just said cactuses) and girls who show up to class in bikinis. Wanna throw up? I do. Um, I'm really ungrateful and pessimistic. I feel like I'm upset and want to throw a chair through a nice glass window. Something better is waiting for me, I know it, but dag gummit I'm really tired right now and want some enjoyment. And writing this is not helping so I think I'll leave.

Grateful statement: Macey's home and I love her.

TTYSSNTIDTWAP
talk to you sometime soon next time i decide to write a post.

THE RAIN

YAY blogging is fun again and I'm no longer irritated at the blog background!

So it's raining and I'd just like to compose a love poem to my dearest friend, the rain. I'll call it... The Rain.

THE RAIN

Sometimes you sneak in the night, and wake me in my sleep

Thunderous, fierce, and angry

Though not often do you show your face in this barren wasteland.

But when you do, I cannot help but smile and smile and sigh

Because, I love thee, clouds and wind and water droplets small

or large, I have no preference, really. 

So take your time and linger a while,

I'll enjoy you while I can

And when you leave I'll wait eagerly for that time when again

You'll wake me in my sleep.

So that's my poem that doesn't really do the rain justice. Because I made it up in 3 minutes. That's alright.

They're moving Macey to another hospital today. That's a good thing. Rainy days are the Happy Days and that's all I have to say.

well then.

I wanted to blog about something. But then I realized I wanted to change my blog background. I spent so much time trying to pick a stinking background for my blog, i no longer wish to blog. So here are some pictures from Jr. Miss this last Saturday.

P.S. (I'm capitalizing things correctly. What's wrong with me today?)

 

Olivia, Sarah, Moi, Kim, Lauren, and Megan

 

Gerber Daisy they gave us to hold, Mom's roses, and Sister Goodman's roses

 

We be Richardson's no matter what fancy event we gets ta go ta.

 

Me Sharlie and Karli

and yes we were as happy as we looked