In memorium of night.

Daylight savings.

Daylight savings time started last week. Boo. We now see a whole lot less of the night time. I like the night time. If I had a choice, I would be nocturnal. As of right now, I'm just tired a lot.

The Princess and the Frog review.

Started it, watched it, loved it, wanted to be part of it. This movie is the awesome-est cartoon ever. It is so funny. I was just smiling the whole time. The music is awesome, and there are no boring parts like in most Disney movies. They always have to have some boring part that ties the story together, but isn't all that interesting. This one doesn't. It is awesome. Watch it, love it, crave it.

Soy sauce.

Sometimes my hands smell. Sometimes they smell like soy sauce, sometimes Mexican food. And once in a blue moon, they smell like peanut butter.

Ummmm...

I actually don't know why I put this on here. Maybe it has something to do with wanting a man.

Crunchy things.

Why is it that crunchy things always come in crunchy bags? Potato chips, any chips, pretzels, crackers, even biscotti comes in little crunchy packaging. Think of something crunchy and it's in a crunchy bag. It's annoying. It's like "I'm eating something bad for me, let's publicize it." It's bad enough that you're eating something loud and crunchy, but at least they should let you get it out silently, and then go somewhere where not everyone is going to hear it. It's outrageous. I think we should protest. Store-bought cookies. Lettuce. Oh wait, that's not bad for you. Popcorn. Not horrible...

Point of being sick.

Last week I wasn't feeling so hot. I was feeling like crud actually. You know what I hate? When you feel crumby, but not actually bad enough to stay home from anything. That's the worst. I would take really sick over kinda sick any day. I like having sick days every once in a while, but I don't want to have to feel guilty all day acting sick when I know I could do stuff. What's the point of being sick if you can't even stay home to enjoy it?

Engaged boys.

If you are engaged and going to a singles ward, think again. If I happen to be in that ward I may just maul you. I can't stand it. It seems the only funny, handsome, or just normal guys are all engaged in my ward I am not happy. There are 2 to 1 boys to girls already. Do they really have to rub it in that they are not going to be there for long? Isn't this a beautiful vintage ring?

Paper weight.

While I was looking for the above said ring, I also found this rock in Google Images. As I saw it I thought "Holy Cow! That's like a paper weight!" Then, clicking on it, I realized, it was a paper weight. Funny how things work out.

Slip, jerk.

A few weeks ago during church I was super tired. I had put the desk up on the chair I was sitting in, which happens to be a lot like the one above, and then I laid my forehead in my hand and my elbow on the desk. Next thing I know my elbow is slipping off of the desk, and I am jerking my head back up in shock. Of course, this has to be a Sunday when people actually decide to sit by me. That hasn't been a problem since. Just kidding.

Devil= jerk.

The Devil is a jerk. He's way worse than those jerks with obnoxiously loud motorcycles, or really stupid neighbors. We don't have stupid neighbors, though ours do have a pool. I hate them.

Cereal! Cereal is crunchy too.

Classy cuff links.

Sometimes I write things down to remember to write them on my blog. Sometimes it ends up coherent. Sometimes not. For instance, I could write something down, then two weeks later, have no idea what I meant by it in the first place. Take this, for example: "Disneyland- day? Try weeks. Boo.", "Classy cuff links.", "Ear tongue, bump, yuck.", or "Grumble, runny, church."

(I can't figure out how to get rid of the underlining on the segments below. My apologies.)

A-Michael-ica.

Other countries may have cool accents, huge towers, a written history, immense rain forests, awesome scenery, castles and double-decker buses, but we have Michael Buble. Oh and a few of the other things too, but no-one comes to the U.S. for that stuff. They do come for Michael Buble. Which is a good enough reason to go anywhere.

Mosquito Prints.

I helped Kelsey paint her new house's play room last week. As I was painting, while Kelsey was cleaning out the roller... for an hour, I saw a mosquito flying around, landing on the freshly painted walls from time to time. Now, I was very tired, it was late. Watching this annoying bug flying around and landing I thought to myself, "Oh man. Now I'm gonna have to paint over those mosquito footprints."

Genius idea...s.

On this same night of deep thinking, I realized how convenient it would have been if we didn't have to worry about the carpet while painting. So I thought of this- disposable carpet. I explained it all to Kelsey. It would be installed as regular carpet, but it would actually be a hundred supper thin sheets of carpet. Then when you had to paint, you could just peel it up afterwards and not have to worry about annoying plastic drop cloths. Expecting company? Running out of time? Don't worry about hefting that bulky vacuum up the stairs, just peel up the carpet and ta da! Brand- spankin' new carpet. That's gonna be on my commercial, along with a visual of an old woman carrying a huge 40 year old vacuum up some narrow spiral stairs. The new phrase will be "They're selling like disposable carpets!" No one will even remember what hot cakes are.

Magic potion.

After I thought of disposable carpet, I thought, "How about just making some magic potion." Then you wouldn't have to worry about stains and stuff. I'll probably market that after the carpet, just so that I can get as much money as possible. Oh, and I take pride in the pictures I take... from the Internet, and this has got to be one of my favorites.

Face plant.

(Clever picture huh? Made it myself.)

Last night at FHE we played 3-legged dodge ball. I know where this is going in your mind, and you'd be right, but it was worse than that still. We played 4 or 5 rounds of dodge ball with our leg tied to someone else's and first off the guy I was tied to, who happened to be extremely handsome was either really shy, or else it was just me who made him uncomfortable. Every time we got out, he took off the band. We would have had to stand together for like two extra minutes. No one else cared, just leave it on. Then we had to tie it back on every time it started again. Anyway, back to the point. I was running, running, almost to the ball in the middle of the court, I then tripped over my own shoe, went flying, sliding, almost to the line, smacking my arms and legs on the ground- and failed to get the ball. That's not the worst of it though. This was after we had decided to play regular dodge ball. I was by myself. I wasn't even tied to anyone. Then to add insult to injury, I was the first one out, being smacked hard in the back by one of the biggest, most inflated balls, while I was turned away. Boo.