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

It's a World of Laughter

It's funny what people can achieve. It's also funny how we are all able to relate to everything. You might be thinking, "What?" Well I'll tell you what, if you'd just give me a second. I was looking at my old post, and I saw a comment made about the boutique Blossom, how a friend from my old ward was related to the girl who started up that boutique. And then I started thinking, well that's a really cool thing to do. Start up a boutique. And the owner is just a regular person. What other just regular people do I know? And then I thought, well, Brooke White was a regular person, and I knew her when she was in my old ward. Then she went on American Idol, and now she's not just a regular person. Cool, right? So I could start up a boutique or I could be on American Idol, I could do these things that seem like pretty big achievements. Ok so on to relateability. That's not a word. Whatever, you know what I mean. Ok so relateability is being able to find a way to connect yourself to another person in a relatively short amount of steps. Old people are especially good at this. Actually, adults are, because my parents constantly ask me who my friends' parents are so they can see if they know them. Most of the time they don't so this gets annoying. But anyway, I once heard that you can connect yourself to another person in 7 or less "links" or steps, no matter their obscurity. For example, say you need to write a report on cancer. No one that you immidiately know has cancer. But in a few steps you'll be able to find someone who does. Maybe you have a teacher whose sister has cancer. Ok so that was two steps. Easy. Maybe you want to brag about being connected to Brooke White. Well, my dad was a home teacher to the White family, and he taught them once a month. So my dad knows the Whites personally, including Brooke. So my dad knows Brooke White. That's two steps. And maybe you're thinking, alright you're using things that are fairly easy to access. Then how about I try to relate myself to..... Obama. Step 1: last year I sat next to a girl in Enviromental Science whose dad is in Congress. Step 2: He, since he works in the political scene, has met the President. Agh look there's two steps again. And given, for a lot of these things you might have to stretch, especially if you pick some random kid in Africa (one of my school clubs did a humanitarian project for some of the victims in some of the warring countries there. that's about 3 steps). It really is about knowing the things around you, being involved and interested in people's lives. If you can't connect something in 7 steps or less, that just means you haven't branched out enough. And once you do, you'll see that it really isn't such a small world after all. Maybe one day you'll be able to connect yourself to Paris Hilton in three steps or less. But then again, that's not something to really be proud of, now is it?

Back to Counting Sheep, America

I'm in AP psychology and this chapter we're studying right now is on "Sleeping, Dreams, and Drugs". We quite frequently watch movies, and a recent one on sleeping caught my attention. The educated narrator guy said that more and more often in this world there seems to be this pride people have in how many hours of sleep they DIDN'T get. How often do you hear people saying they "only got 4 hours of sleep last night," or that they pulled an "all-nighter"? It's like they have to have SOME reward for depriving their bodies of sleep. So they get the glory and recognition and "Oooo's" and "Ahhh's." Yeah well big whoop. The educated narrator said that as people start pulling away from normal and needed sleeping hours, the affects spread far beyond what we see. Our sleeplessness can cause accidents, cause increased irritability, cause us to become more forgetful, and cause us to become dependent on energy boosters (Coffee, Diet Cokes, and 5 Hour Energy shots) that are not healthy for our bodies. Sleep deprivation drecreases our ability to function properly and fight off viruses (swine flu, anyone??). In our world, we are continually asked to run faster, jump higher. And as we try to run faster and jump higher than we did the day before, we just need more time. So what gets cut out? Sleep, naturally. Or maybe, not so naturally. Studies are showing that as we start to become more dependent on technology, we bring it into our bedrooms, and when we bring it into our bedrooms, our psyche doesn't classify our bed as somewhere to solely rest and rejuvinate. It's a place to also text, watch T.V. or use our lap tops. Being in this mindset keeps us from falling into a restful sleep, even when we want to. Sleep is not so "natural" anymore. We move away from what our bodies naturally expect in a sleeping environment, into a virtual world where we can talk to someone in Thailand with a click of a mouse. It cannot be good, turning our rooms from dark quiet sanctuaries into unearthly blue-glowing technology labs. That's a little extreme, I know, but as we continue to not sleep, as a nation we will start to turn into zombies, the living dead. And no one will think anything of it until a few of us start to drop dead while walking down the street, eyes red, complextions pale. So let's all prioritize a little better, do our associates a favor, and find time to sleep. Maybe that and some Vitamin C will take the place of getting an H1N1 shot.

Yogi Berra Strikes Again

[Asked, during spring training, what his hat size was] "I don't know. I'm not in shape yet."

Blossoming Right Before my Eyes

so my mom and macey and i made a trip to a little boutique in downtown mesa today and im pretty sure it transformed my life. it's called blossom. definitely one of the cutest places ever. i found myself saying phrases like, "that's fabulous!" and "oh my gosh this is so darn cute!" and "oh so gorgeous!" guess what? i dont ever use those phrases. especially not the fabulous one. blech. but it just escaped out of my mouth and i realized, the reason why i said it was because it's true. it was fabulous. everything in there was so unique and loveable and the coolest thing about it was the salon in the back of the store. yeah. it sold clothes AND haircuts. whattheheck where has this place been all my life. i bought a shirt im IN LOVE WITH (ive never been in love with a shirt before) and some earrings that are TO DIE FOR (i have never needed to die for an accessory, either.) the store turned me into a girl. a girly girl who likes, no loves, no ADORES girl things. dont worry, im still my old self, just with this refined touch of antiquity and style that was previously dormant within my soul. i love blossom. now i wish that i was rich so i could afford more things in there. bah. like that'll ever happen. most of the things in there are homemade anyway, im just gonna have to turn into my own fashion designer. nbd, kids. nbd.