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.