Feelin' Blue

This is a video I made the other day. After Thomas sent me that other cool video I got inspired to start doing claymation again.


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Awesome.

Thomas sent me this video. I think it's proably the coolest thing I've ever seen. I can't stop watching it. It is fascinating.

Popular

If you think you're really popular because everybody waves at you on your way home, maybe you should check your front headlight.

Vivid dreams.

Last night I went to bed at like 1:30. I also promised that I would go with mom to her seminary class at 5:30. So getting only 3 and a half hours of sleep, I obviously went back to sleep after getting home. So I ended up sleeping from 8 to 3. Yeah. I know right?
Anyway, I had a dream. It was a good one too. Actually I had a couple of dreams but I can't remember the first one very well. All I know is that it involved a boy I don't know very well and a tiny car. Awkward.

So here goes. Me and the Cullens from "Twilight" are all pretending to be dead to escape some psychopath, except Alice and Esme are not in on the plan, so they find us and start screaming. So we all get up to tell them to stop screaming, but not before a small crowd gathers outside. So to hide the horrified screaming I run out and start yelling "I'm engaged!". As if the joyful screaming can mask screams of finding your family dead. Oh, and did I mention that I was really engaged to Edward? I know. Anyway, then the scene turns into some kind of bridal shop, and Edward turns into one of my old friends, who will remain nameless for the purposes of my private humiliation. Anyway, I am in this really pretty wedding dress, but it's all wrinkled for some reason. He is joking around that I have no taste in dresses, and I say some snide remarks back... or at least I'd like to think so. We walk out of the bridal shop directly into a candy store. He starts eating pretzels, and I'm thinking "He doesn't eat, what is he doing?" I notice a girl who's dress has straps made of pretzels, and point it out saying how cool it is. He agrees, but then takes me aside and tells me how dumb it looks. What a charmer. There are candy canes in a jar by the door, and I want to get one, but they were 73 cents, and I don't have any money. That seems to be a common theme throughout my dreams and my current life. The sign underneath the candy canes says something to the effect of, take a bag and throw them into it with your friends to have some fun. I think it's weird to put that up, seeing as that is probably not the best game to play with fragile candy canes, and also not fun enough to get anyone to buy them. We leave and Edward is Edward again. Not just any Edward though, he's the Edward from my mind that I created in there when I first started reading the books. Awesome. He puts his arm around me as we walk down the street and asks me if Mike Newton is my boyfriend. "NO. No." Um, didn't I say I would marry him? He wants to mess with Mike, so we follow him to this pumpkin patch/ice cream shop/ costume and tee shirt shop, all the while I'm looking at my huge ring that I have put on my index finger because I'm "Bella" and that's what she would do. Though I was constantly thinking how stupid that was because I was ecstatic to be engaged to him. Edward gets this ice-cream cake that is pizza flavored. Gross. He goes and sits across from Mike at this table, and Mike is sleeping with his head down. Edward starts chewing really loud to wake him up. I stand next to him whispering that he doesn't even eat, and that he's being mean, but I think it's funny so I let it go. I start walking around and find a BYU sweatshirt for $9.99. That's a steal! I was excited for a second until I realized again that I didn't have any money. Then there was a horse auction. I don't have any idea where it came from, but I do remember two men bidding for the same horse, and one said "I'm will to go up to $110,000." But the other old man, who then turned into a young lawyer lady, said "I'll give you 300,000." The other old man stood up and stormed out, but what I didn't understand was that there were two identical horses and no one even bid on the second one. The next bidder was a lady who bought the horse, but since she couldn't take it home right away because she was an usher for the four people sitting on hay bails bidding, she wasn't allowed to buy it. "I was going to surprise my husband... I has 3 million dollars set aside for this." I wondered that if she had that much money, why she had a junky sedan being crammed with all of her kids and no way to even transport a horse. I imagined her guiding the horse along side the car while she drove. Now I was back to the shop with all the stuff. There was this guy trying to sell bunny suites to a lady, but they had to be sewn directly onto the kid, so she didn't want to get them in case they had to go to the bathroom. The guy selling them would not let it go, so Edward gave them a slice of his pizza ice-cream cake. I had it in my hand and it was a wooden car whistle. So I kept on breaking off chunks to give to the kids. Edward wanted them to get the runs or something just to prove the idiot guy wrong. As the kids were eating the wooden chunks of car/whistle/pizza ice-cream cake, all I wanted to do was go back and sit with Edward while he was messing with Mike. Unfortunately this is when I woke up.
The funny thing is, I have been having a ton of dreams lately about being best friends with the Jonas Brothers, Chad Dylan Cooper from "Sonny with a Chance", and also meeting up with old friend I haven't seen in years.
Kelsey says I have vivid dreams. I'm beginning to think she's right.

Adventures in rootbeer.

The other day I was looking for a recipe online. I found one that sounded promising and still had a couple of hours before I needed to start dinner (I cook dinner on Thursdays). As I was perusing some of the other recipes, I came across a blog about cupcakes. There was a root beer cupcake on there that sounded cool, so I wanted to make it- We had gotten pocky sticks earlier to go with the theme of my Chinese food dinner, so I thought they would be perfect for straws to stick in the cupcakes. With this knowledge, I decided I had to make the cupcakes that night. I set out to Kroger's to buy a single bottle of root beer. This is where the fun begins. I drove toward Kroger's, a direction I'm not that used to driving. I drove... and drove... and drove, and realized I was probably way too far away, and probably already passed it. So, after turning around in a dirt driveway, and waiting an extra long time for traffic to pass because I didn't want to start skidding on the gravel and dirt, I began driving back toward home. I drove and drove, and deciding that I must have forgotten about a turn to Kroger's from our house, instead stopped at Walgreens. I knew where that was, and wouldn't have to take any risky turns, since I didn't have a cell phone. I turned into Walgreens, and was lucky enough to have a front row parking spot. I walked inside, and quickly found the soda section. I chose the root beer and fortunately found A&W which is what the recipe suggested. I went to the check out counter, and it took me a minute to realize the lady in front of me had a giant stack of notebooks. The cashier took his sweet time too. In the background there was music playing, that I know was exactly the same music in the R.M. -when his mom has to drive him and his date because he doesn't have insurance with the car- when it was completely silent otherwise. A minute went buy and the cashier mumbled "there's three of these right?", even though he wasn't really expecting an answer. I was about to laugh because it was such a cinematical moment, but I thought that would be rude. Finally the cashier was done, but as I was preparing to place my single bottle of root beer on the counter, I see it. A pile of coupons the size of an island... a very small island, but r on the counter, I see it. A pile of coupons the size of an island... a very small island, but still. So I waited, again thinking how hilarious this would be in a movie. Then, "These were three for a dollar". The cashier then told her that's what he charged her and that the coupon wouldn't run through twice. "It says limit six." "It won't run through again. Watch." "LOOK, it says limit six, that's why I picked up six." "I don't know what to do, the only thing I can do is call the manager." "Then call the manager." "MANAGER TO REGISTER TWO." The manager walked over, and had a look and explanation from the cashier. He explained that it only said it on the register, but it really did discount all six. In my head I was thinking "They're only like 35 cents a piece anyway." Then as the cashier was finally really finishing up with the million notebook lady he said, "She can take you over there.", and pointed across the store to a cashier that was just standing there at the register. YOU TELL ME THIS NOW? So, I walked over, was checked out, and still got out at the same time as the coupon lady. I started to laugh to myself as I got into the car. I drove to the parking lot exit, and waited some more. The cars were taking an unusually long time to pass, as if they were trying to make me wait to see what I then saw. "KROGER". A huge sign, directly across the street. And the cupcakes weren't even that good.

I should be in line for the midnight showing of Harry Potter. Boo.

Jonas Brothers.

If I have ever said anything negative about the Jonas Brothers, I take it back. I like them a lot now. I never necessarily disliked them, I just didn't get what all the hype was about. Now I do. I especially like Joe's curly hair, and their new song "Paranoid".

Study.

When I sit down to study, I almost immediately start to get sleepy. Even the people in this picture look bored. I'm pretty sure that means studying has always been boring... which means there's no hope for the future. Puh huh.

Might as well.

If there is going to be a "Super Target", why don't they go all the way and call it "Fabulous Target" or "Magnificent Target"? I just don't understand why they have to stop at super. Super is so over-used.

Nothing like some good old Premonition.

There is so much road work going on here. I found this sign on Wikipedia, and couldn't resist it. It was labeled "Moose crossing". I think it should be labeled "Limping Moose... crossing". It really makes you think, "They probably should have put up that sign earlier."

Dale.

Have you noticed that you can put just about any word before dale and it becomes a town name: Catherinedale

Dinodale

Pandale

Murraydale

Potdale

Can you tell I'm in the kitchen and can hear the Wiggles playing in the other room while I'm writing this? Murray is so creepy.

Joke.

I think it would be hilarious if you were in a big group of people, to tell a joke with a super complicated punchline that you knew no one would understand, then you laughed so hard they felt stupid for not knowing what it was, then they felt like they had to laugh too. For example "What's the difference between empirical sciences and constructivist epistemology? Observable theoretical experimentation and disambiguation!" Of course there could be the one who says "I don't get it." But then you could say "You're such a kidder." Then keep laughing. But then they'd start to see you sweat, and if they asked you again, you would have to pretend you were having a heart attack.

Hot Pockets.

The other day I was eating a Hot Pocket, it was ham and cheese because those are the only ones that I like. I was thinking "This is really hot." Then it came to me- warm pockets. They'd be better than hot pockets because you wouldn't have to wait for them to cool off, and they'd be way better than cold pockets, because that would be gross. Which in hindsight is probably why no one has thought of those yet.

Smoothies.

On the topic of changing foods, I've recently been thinking, if there is a smoothie, where are the chunkies? I mean, don't get me wrong, I've never been a fan of anything chunky, peanut butter, yogurt with fruit in it, yogurt at all, cookies with nuts, bagels with seeds. I was just curious.

Contest.

Finally, I've been thinking this over for a few months now, and I've finally decided to post a competition/raffle... thing. I would like everyone to give me a subject. It can be anything*, and by anything, I mean anything that is not listed next to the star at the bottom of the page. Then I will pick one at random (or whichever one I like best) to write a poem, more of a ditty, if you would like the put a tune to it, about the subject. Ta-Da. Hurry and reply because I'm excited. In other words, this is more for my own enjoyment than anyone else's.

* May not be anything crude- not that any of you would do that, I just want to be sure. May not be about a certain person, unless this person is a celebrity, or someone who is well known, more like just not anyone we know. Has to be in the form or 3 or fewer words, not including words like the, or, or and.

Sweet, sweet seventeen.

I have finally found a use for my young-looking...nes. Today at the mall, me, Kelsey, Ben, grandma and mom were all... well, at the mall. Anyway, mom went over to this dress shop while the rest of us stayed over looking at a map. I realized I didn't care where we went, so I didn't need to look at a map, so I followed mom. I don't know how she got past the obstacle course of sales people so quickly. She's good. First there was this guy shining shoes, who was trying to get me to buy something that would "work right before my eyes". As I was wondering how any shoe polish could work on rubber and canvas shoes, I pretended I didn't hear him and just said something like "oh, yeah" instead of answering him. Then I just smiled like an idiot at him and continued to walk. One down. Next there was this guy selling phones at one of the kiosks. Before I knew he was there he had already gotten out of me where I am from, or the lack thereof, since we are in the middle of moving. Next he asked me how old I was.
"N- Seventeen." I replied. "Oh, well come talk to me when your eighteen." Wow. With a huge smile, way too big for any normal dodging of a bullet, I continued on my way to the dress barn.