"Imagine a building contractor..."

Just to let you know, I am sacrificing precious math time to do this. The funny thing is, I almost feel more guilty not blogging than doing math. I should probably get my priorities straight.











The other night I went "Happy Fun Night". It was pretty fun. I did wear shoes you couldn't play volleyball in, so I had to go barefoot. I probably got some disease. I still get the heebly jeeblies just thinking about it. Kammie went with me, and, ignoring my persistant "Let's just go home."s, convinced me it would be fun. It was, though I kept looking like an idiot because I could never serve correctly on the first try. Luckily they gave you three chances. I am usually pretty good at serving, looks like it was just luck.






Yesterday I was bored, not for lack of stuff to do, mostly because I didn't want to do the things I should have been doing, and am now suffering the consequenses. A.k.a. having to do math today, and having to clean and organize my bathroom tomorrow. Anyway, (see how distracted I get), I decided that I wanted to make an angel food cake. And despite Alton Brown's "intermediate" rating on how do make it, and his 25 minute prep time, it took me three hours, and 24 eggs. I know. I actually had to blend sugar, so it was super fine, but still not powdered sugar, then crack and separate 24 eggs (I only needed 12, it just ended up this way after I ruined the first batch), and sift the flour mixture into the egg mixture WHILE hand mixing it. I ended up holding the sifter handle in my mouth while I poured and mixed. It would have been really embarrassing if someone had walked in. It was actually really good in the end though.



This is our forerunner. Ok, it's not. Ours is black and older, and didn't get it's own photo shoot. So the other night, I was driving my friends around. You see Amiee and Kammie were both here, and then Krista and Jennie were there too. I never thought I'd be reduced to tears by my own friends. Ok, so they didn't actually make me cry, but I did do a lot of yelling. They didn't listen.






I got a job, and part of that job is having to find out how much it would cost to put an add on the radio. So, I called the local radio stations, and of course, they couldn't give me any information that I could use unless I had information for them, which I didn't. I thought my dad was the king of analagies. I was wrong. This one guy I was talking to gave me three in our 5 minute conversation. He was telling me over and over again how he couldn't tell me how much it would cost until I had more information. I wanted to shoot myself. I kept on saying "OK, I'll get more information-" "Imagine a car salesman..." "I understand, I'll get back to you with more-" "Imagine a building contractor..." "So how long are your commercials?" "They are 30 and 60 seconds. Imagine a toilet paper roll..."


A couple of weeks ago dad asked me to make a remembrance scrap book for the stake president for the trek. I said I would and so we got the stuff that week. i got a 30 page scrap book done in about 8 days. No small feat my friend. I am actually pretty proud of it though. I kind of want to keep it, but that would be silly because first off we made it for him, and second, I didn't actually go on the trek. So... yeah.






I am so excited. I am getting a king size bed. Ok, so we're not actually buying one, but we are putting the two twin beds together to make one. How cool is that? I'll tell you- very. I am even trying to get mom to let me write "Celery" on my bedspread like in this picture I saw on the internet. I guess it must be the new thing.








Today has been a good day. If you want to know more about why, you'll have to call me because I don't know who read this and I don't want to embarrass myself.









And lastly. On my way home from church every sunday, I see this funeral home. As I drive past, I always have a double-take moment. Because everytime, I'm sure it says "Martin's funerals and ceramics." I start wondering "why the heck would you want to buy ceramics from a place where they prepare dead bodies?" Then I look again and see that it really says "Martin's funerals and cremations." That clears it up quite a bit, though makes it no less creepy. I didn't find a picture of a coffin, because honestly I didn't want to look for one. You never know what people are going to put on the internet these days.

Don't judge me, I was tired when I wrote this.

And I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for you lousy kids.

This morning I was waiting for mom so we could go pick up the car. I was flipping through channels and happened upon Scooby Doo. That show is actually pretty funny, but the spin-offs are pathetic. First off, there's "What's New Scooby Doo?". The animation is too modern and the characters are too goofy, well the extras.

The next one is Scrappy Doo. I can't stand him. He's like the annoying character that everyone wishes was left at home.





Then of course there's the movie, which is just a sham.



I think that in the movie, and the new version of Scooby Doo, they made the mistake of making the monsters real, or too realistic. In the old show, no matter how unrealistic it is for a headless man to chase a group of kids, at least they made it clear that it wasn't a real headless man. Sorry if you were in the middle of that episode and I ruined it for you. That's just life.






Stitches.



The other day I decided to try my hand at stuffed animal making. It was going good, looked cute when it was flat, and seemed like it would look good stuffed. Yeah, when it came down to it, and it was stuffed, it looked like Senior Mortgage. It's legs are like 3 times as long as they need to be, and it has a pot belly. Not Cute. So, after I decided to name it Stitches, (because I stitched it myself. Get it?) I started making plans to give it some major surgery. He'll probably be on the operating table for a few days. The ridiculous part is that I actually kind of feel guilty for cutting it apart. He doesn't even have a face! I guess it's what he'd want.

Last night dad came home and said he saw a coyote walking down the middle of the street. That's creepy. So this morning, when me and mom went on our walk, I was all paranoid that the rabid wolf was going to jump out of the bushes and attack. Of course that would have been really unexpected seeing as it was a coyote. I heard a dog collar behind us, and looked around. Then I realized that it probably wasn't the coyote because, duh, it wouldn't have a collar, and if it did, I think dad was sorely mistaken. Luckily for me and mom, the dog-coyote was behind a fence, and so we may never know whether or not the dog was the coyote, though we may have never figured it out anyway.

Then on the way home, there was this lady doing mysterious things. She was pulling weeds. I guess I thought she was hiding evidence, or something because then I started thinking about the coyote, which connected with wolf in my head, and she became a werewolf... in my mind.







Then I started to feel light headed, so she must be a werewolf witch. Ok, so a woman-coyote witch. I think the light- headedness actually came from staying up too late. Oh and everything else did too.

Kidz Bop.



Oh dear. There are some things that should have been stopped before they began. The Land Before Time movies, most Disney Channel shows and Kid"z" Bop. The z just makes me dislike it even more. The s makes the same sound as the z in this case, so just leave it. You don't tug on Superman's cape, spit into the wind, or make mediocre songs even worse by having kid's sing them. It's just like when you're listening to a song, and realize it's the live version. Then the singer yells to the audience to start singing, and the audience is thinking "I came to hear this band. If I'm going to be the one singing, I should be the one getting paid."

Your computer is dying if:

It stops letting you put pictures online.

It sporadically shuts down.

The battery light flashes orange even when it's plugged in.

It takes longer to shut down than start up.

It won't run firefox because it's too complex.

It takes 20 seconds to minimize a window.

It shows an hourglass when it tries to refresh your blank background.

And, it won't let you stay connected to the internet for more than five minutes at at time.

Dimitri.



Dimitri was the only cartoon character I really had a crush on. The other day, John Cusack went way up on my list because I found out he was the voice of Dimitri. I also found out that basically all of the voices on that movie are of famous people. Not just famous for having cartoon voices either, like, face famous people. The kind of people who you'd stop on the street and ask to get a picture with them. Look it up, you'll see.







Shoulder Work.



The other day I was driving home and there was some roadwork by our house. It said "Shoulder Work" on one of the signs. I thought that is was kind of presumptuous that they would think people would think it was the road shoulder. I guess it would be a little weird to see a man on a gurney surrounded by surgeons in the middle of the road, but stranger things have happened. Actually, they probably haven't... much.





Keyboard slang.



I was laying my head down next to my keyboard today- I was waiting it to load up- and I noticed something- the keys spell stuff. Now before you assume I'm some kind of moron- yes I do know letters spell words- let me explain. When you look at the keys going up and down (at a slight diagonal) they spell out slang... kind of. Observe:

QAZ- This, actually brings nothing to mind. Use your imagination.

WSX- Like Sussex with a W.

EDC- Edgar with a C, and said by someone talking really fast.

RFV- You know Alfie, that... thing. Well this is his dog, named "Arfie".

TGB- Clearly this is slang for Tugboat.

YHN- Obviously this is a shortened version of "yawn".

UJM- This is for people who know someone named Jim. It means "Uh... Jim."

IK- Ick, like Yuck.

OL- Old. Duh.

P- Puh, as is puh-sha.