Definition of sapiosexuality :.
(sā-pē-ō-sĕk-shü-ăl'ĭ-tē)
1. 1. (n.) A behavior of becoming attracted to or aroused by intelligence and its use.
Origins: From the Latin root sapien, wise or intelligent, and Latin sexualis, relating to the sexes.
Example: Me? I don't care too much about the looks. I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind. I want someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay. I want someone who sometimes makes me go ouch due to their wit and evil sense of humor. I want someone that I can reach out and touch randomly. I want someone I can cuddle with. I decided this all means that I am sapiosexual.
Submitted by: Anonymous, Topics: Behavior & Lifestyle, Love & Romance
I want to make sure I post on this as well so I am writing a pre-post if you will. I might just expound on this as well later.
I was recently informed that the correct word to describe me is sapiosexual.
1) I am in love with the word (which in itself probably describes WHY I am sapiosexual
2) I am glad that someone finally found a word to describe me. (kudos goes to Huber)
In this young single world I live in girls often talk about the type of guys you like. Over and over again I reply that I don't really have a type. I quickly correct myself because 98% of the guys I have dated/are attracted to are tall and have dark brown hair. Eye color varies. In that past three years or so I have also added another quality.
I AM ATTRACTED TO SMART MEN!
I can't help it! Two very handsome men could be next to each other. No.... one mind blowingly hot guy could be next to his slightly less than average friend. The slightly average man opens his mouth and starts talking about something smart and the hot guy has no clue what he is saying.( I on the other hand usually do, but when I don't ALL THE BETTER) And I want to offer my body to the less than average guy. Slightly true story. I would never offer my body to anyone but I think you get the point.
I suppose it came from nearly marrying one of the most unmotivated unintelligent guys out there. That was a turning point for me. That is not how I want to live my life.I am smart. VERY smart. I am tired of being the hard working smart one in the relationship. I don't want to be the one in charge for the rest of my life merely because I am the only one that knows anything. I want someone who challenges my mind, my views, and someone I can have a great conversation with! I want someone to completely show me up in a conversation because...well that's just sexy. I am sorry, if you are cute but a complete retard, I just want no association with you. As it is I am trying to weed out my unintelligent friends, I don't need another person to add to the list.
So next time you see me walking down the street with a less than average guy... just know that he blows my mind. Literally.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
The Second
Doing his famous Zoolander Face.My little/younger/only brother was named after my dad. He does have a suffix on his name though. II. I love it.
I am off to take a final in just a few short minutes so this will be brief and most likely expounded upon in greater detail in the following days.
I love my brother with all of my heart! He gets on my EVER lovin last nerves sometimes but he is the only brother I have. He is one of my best friends. He treats me as if he looks up to me. I look up to him sometimes. I have only seen him cry once after the age of 10 and it was due to serious illness when he had to be taken to the hospital. He called me crying another time. He is one of the most amazing men I have ever met. He is dedicated, hardworking, and a true southern gentlemen.
I suppose one of the reasons I never date anyone for long is because no one ever treats me with half the respect or chivalry my brother treats me with. My phrase is, "if my brother does it for me I expect the guy I am dating to do it for me." If you can't open my car door or the door in general, get the heck out of here. That is just a basic. My brother makes sure that all four of his sisters and his dear mother are treated with the utmost respect.
He is our knight in shining armor.
P.S. He is flying in to Salt Lake today and I haven't seen him in a long time so that's the reason for the post.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Could It Be?
Could this really be lucky post 100?
Well now I feel obligated to post something deserving of post #100.
I can't think of anything.
Alas, I will just do what I came here to do.
I have decided I have many gifts & talents.
I think too often we try to demean ourselves or not give ourselves enough credit. Something I decided long ago was to actually ACCEPT a compliment. When a cute guy tells you that you look pretty don't go on to explain how wretchedly gross you look. NO. He obviously thought you were pretty and secondly he thought enough and had enough guts to say it out loud. Don't contradict his opinion... say THANK YOU. Do it with a smile even. I can often be found halfway doing this lately. Someone will tell me how gorgeous I look and I will be like "eww sick. I FEEL gross but THANK YOU so much! I really appreciate it!" I mean seriously... who doesn't like a compliment ESPECIALLY when you feel you look gross? I like to think of this as a talent I have developed recently.
I also think I am a great friend, a decent cook, a dependable person, a devoted and monogamous girlfriend (not currently but whenever I date), a lover of words, a great employee and co-worker, a great conversationalist over the phone, an intelligent human being, and lots lots more.
Do you want to know what my best talent is though? Procrastinating!
HaHa. Of all my talents I think procrastinating (mostly only when it comes to school- which is exactly what I am doing now) is my best! I don't normally procrastinate in day to day events; just studying. I have spent the past three hours on other people's blogs. It has made me think about why we love to read the intimate thoughts of others so much. I mean this is not a new concept. The Diary of Anne Frank, Zlata's Diary, & Go Ask Alice were three of my favorite "books" growing up. In my seventh grade reading class with Ms. VanHorn I remember my peers doing their book readings on some pointless fiction book. Leave it to me to read from the diary of a drug addict; I floored her and got an A. Well, both flooring Ms. VanHorn and receiving an A were two very easily attainable goals back in 7th grade. I don't know that I made a B on anything until High School and even then it was rare.
I suppose a blog is a more convenient way, a more twenty-first century way to read into the trials and turmoils of other people's lives. I feel it makes us (or at least me) feel validated and not alone in my quiet suffering. It can also make me keep hoping for the perfect ending to my own story. It can make me realize the blessings I have in my life. It can also be just an update on a friend's life, but for one blog, it is an encouragement to keep moving along. I mean don't get me wrong my life is AWESOME. I have some many great things in my life if I even tried to list them all I would die before I finished writing them all. Little things are great as well. In spite of the most awful day in MandiScandal history on Thursday, March 24, 2008 I am also now grateful for things such as money in my bank account for unexpected things such as a broken car and shopping sprees. I am grateful for a working phone (it temporarily broke Thursday night) and the Rockets winning a game against the Jazz Thursday night. I am grateful for an upcoming visit from my brother and my parents and one of my sisters for my graduation to name a few. However, even though there are great things in life it still leaves me with the inner debate about where I stand in my life.
I am constantly debating about my life. Should I pick up and move to Europe for a year? Should I join the military, take those pilot classes I have always wanted? Should I go against almost everything I stand for and become unpredictable and impulsive? Should I go against the known and release all of my fears that keep me back? Should I ask a cute boy out just because I can (also something that goes against every moral of my being!)? I mean this blog is about LIVING DELIBERATELY right? I fight myself about this issue almost everyday, and I think so do many other people. I mean, click one of the names to the right of my blog and you will see the blogs of many of my friends who have the perfect life. They are gorgeous, smart, educated, married to the perfect man. They will have 3.2 children and be in the most ideal marriage. They will have the huge house with the white picketed fence and will have the most adorable dog that sits in the window and their Christmas cards will be so cute it will make you want to puke. I know that exists in this world. People DO get their story tale.
But so many of us don't. So many of us are beaten and broken and we go through trials and we are holding on to the edge of the cliff by our fingertips hoping and praying everyday that we have enough courage & strength to keep holding on. I think the challenge is to keep smiling when you are hanging there looking at the scenery around you and you realize that unless you were barely holding on you would have never stopped to look at everything from that view. Even if we fall the joy would be to gather all the pieces we broke into and give someone those pieces and hope they can help make you whole again.
Lyrics can fit into this blog category as well. They are the inner feelings of people expressed with music. Blogs & lyrics, a saving grace for me to not feel alone in this world. It makes me feel OK to have a bad day or to have a smile on my face but to feel crappy inside. I am not alone and neither are you.
This is my talent. Procrastination.
Well now I feel obligated to post something deserving of post #100.
I can't think of anything.
Alas, I will just do what I came here to do.
I have decided I have many gifts & talents.
I think too often we try to demean ourselves or not give ourselves enough credit. Something I decided long ago was to actually ACCEPT a compliment. When a cute guy tells you that you look pretty don't go on to explain how wretchedly gross you look. NO. He obviously thought you were pretty and secondly he thought enough and had enough guts to say it out loud. Don't contradict his opinion... say THANK YOU. Do it with a smile even. I can often be found halfway doing this lately. Someone will tell me how gorgeous I look and I will be like "eww sick. I FEEL gross but THANK YOU so much! I really appreciate it!" I mean seriously... who doesn't like a compliment ESPECIALLY when you feel you look gross? I like to think of this as a talent I have developed recently.
I also think I am a great friend, a decent cook, a dependable person, a devoted and monogamous girlfriend (not currently but whenever I date), a lover of words, a great employee and co-worker, a great conversationalist over the phone, an intelligent human being, and lots lots more.
Do you want to know what my best talent is though? Procrastinating!
HaHa. Of all my talents I think procrastinating (mostly only when it comes to school- which is exactly what I am doing now) is my best! I don't normally procrastinate in day to day events; just studying. I have spent the past three hours on other people's blogs. It has made me think about why we love to read the intimate thoughts of others so much. I mean this is not a new concept. The Diary of Anne Frank, Zlata's Diary, & Go Ask Alice were three of my favorite "books" growing up. In my seventh grade reading class with Ms. VanHorn I remember my peers doing their book readings on some pointless fiction book. Leave it to me to read from the diary of a drug addict; I floored her and got an A. Well, both flooring Ms. VanHorn and receiving an A were two very easily attainable goals back in 7th grade. I don't know that I made a B on anything until High School and even then it was rare.
I suppose a blog is a more convenient way, a more twenty-first century way to read into the trials and turmoils of other people's lives. I feel it makes us (or at least me) feel validated and not alone in my quiet suffering. It can also make me keep hoping for the perfect ending to my own story. It can make me realize the blessings I have in my life. It can also be just an update on a friend's life, but for one blog, it is an encouragement to keep moving along. I mean don't get me wrong my life is AWESOME. I have some many great things in my life if I even tried to list them all I would die before I finished writing them all. Little things are great as well. In spite of the most awful day in MandiScandal history on Thursday, March 24, 2008 I am also now grateful for things such as money in my bank account for unexpected things such as a broken car and shopping sprees. I am grateful for a working phone (it temporarily broke Thursday night) and the Rockets winning a game against the Jazz Thursday night. I am grateful for an upcoming visit from my brother and my parents and one of my sisters for my graduation to name a few. However, even though there are great things in life it still leaves me with the inner debate about where I stand in my life.
I am constantly debating about my life. Should I pick up and move to Europe for a year? Should I join the military, take those pilot classes I have always wanted? Should I go against almost everything I stand for and become unpredictable and impulsive? Should I go against the known and release all of my fears that keep me back? Should I ask a cute boy out just because I can (also something that goes against every moral of my being!)? I mean this blog is about LIVING DELIBERATELY right? I fight myself about this issue almost everyday, and I think so do many other people. I mean, click one of the names to the right of my blog and you will see the blogs of many of my friends who have the perfect life. They are gorgeous, smart, educated, married to the perfect man. They will have 3.2 children and be in the most ideal marriage. They will have the huge house with the white picketed fence and will have the most adorable dog that sits in the window and their Christmas cards will be so cute it will make you want to puke. I know that exists in this world. People DO get their story tale.
But so many of us don't. So many of us are beaten and broken and we go through trials and we are holding on to the edge of the cliff by our fingertips hoping and praying everyday that we have enough courage & strength to keep holding on. I think the challenge is to keep smiling when you are hanging there looking at the scenery around you and you realize that unless you were barely holding on you would have never stopped to look at everything from that view. Even if we fall the joy would be to gather all the pieces we broke into and give someone those pieces and hope they can help make you whole again.
Lyrics can fit into this blog category as well. They are the inner feelings of people expressed with music. Blogs & lyrics, a saving grace for me to not feel alone in this world. It makes me feel OK to have a bad day or to have a smile on my face but to feel crappy inside. I am not alone and neither are you.
This is my talent. Procrastination.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Houston Rockets
Never in my life I have ever let the outcome of a sports game affect my day. Until Wednesday that is. Everyone keeps giving me crap about how much Houston sucks and only use the Rockets to prove their point since the Jazz beat them twice at home in the first two games.
Today was one of the worst days of my life.
Is it wrong of me to think that I know Heavenly Father loves me for letting the Rockets win tonight? I don't know what I would have done if to top off my horrible night the Jazz won (most of my co workers were at the game tonight) and then I had to hear all about it tomorrow. I would probably cry. I can't deal with this stress right now.
Thank you for the win Rockets. I knew you would pull through!
Today was one of the worst days of my life.
Is it wrong of me to think that I know Heavenly Father loves me for letting the Rockets win tonight? I don't know what I would have done if to top off my horrible night the Jazz won (most of my co workers were at the game tonight) and then I had to hear all about it tomorrow. I would probably cry. I can't deal with this stress right now.
Thank you for the win Rockets. I knew you would pull through!
Sunshine & Snow
I am deleting my myspace account. There was one blog from there that I wanted to keep. so.. here it is. IT is from my birthday.
8:18 AM - SUNSHINE AND SNOW?!?!
Someone called me sunshine yesterday..... it made my day! It immediately put a smile on my face!! I LOVE being called sunshine!! Ironically enough, after they said it like two other people called me sunshine! Last night was our first big storm so there is snow everywhere! Love it!
Here is a list I am sure will be continued....so far....
THINGS I AM GRATEFUL FOR ON MY 23RD BIRTHDAY
1) Spending the night with and waking up with Ms. Jade Ozawa...one of my favorite friends
2) Having the majority of my friends and immediate family contact me before 5:00am this morning to tell me Happy Birthday (with the exception of Irene who called at 7 am)
3) Cannont be listed.
4) Waking up to a Winter Wonderland without having to scrape off the snow from my car or deal with messy streets....they had already been cleaned off and the snow has left the whole valley WHITE! LOVE IT!
5) Getting to wear jeans today to work
6) Getting Dr. Pepper, Rockstar energy drink (possibly my two favorite carbonated liquids EVER) and cute presents from co-workers
7) Being treated to lunch by my bosses who don't celebrate birthdays.
8) Having my car "kill" and running into a pole but not hitting anyone on the road & not getting a scratch on my car besides having to get a new wheel
9) Money in my bank account
10) Having a friend give me the BEST mani/pedi EVER recieved that lasted approximately two and half hours
11) Being sung Happy Birthday to two nights in a row in a resturant
12) Knowing my sister got custody of her children!
13) Recieving multiple calls & facebook messages
14) Watching Drop Dead Fred!
15) Not having to go to class tonight b/c it was my birthday
16) Having my dad send me an e-mail at work telling me he missed his princess
17) Recieving a call from my friend's little daughters singing me Happy Birthday
18) Getting a date to winter formal
19)This list could go on to 50!!
Thanks to all those that made my ordinary day a really special day! I guess it's true that things are always the best when you weren't expecting anything at all. I have never asked for anything for my birthday but this is more than I could ever ask for. I don't need anything big & extravegant.... it has always been the little things that have counted!!
8:18 AM - SUNSHINE AND SNOW?!?!
Someone called me sunshine yesterday..... it made my day! It immediately put a smile on my face!! I LOVE being called sunshine!! Ironically enough, after they said it like two other people called me sunshine! Last night was our first big storm so there is snow everywhere! Love it!
Here is a list I am sure will be continued....so far....
THINGS I AM GRATEFUL FOR ON MY 23RD BIRTHDAY
1) Spending the night with and waking up with Ms. Jade Ozawa...one of my favorite friends
2) Having the majority of my friends and immediate family contact me before 5:00am this morning to tell me Happy Birthday (with the exception of Irene who called at 7 am)
3) Cannont be listed.
4) Waking up to a Winter Wonderland without having to scrape off the snow from my car or deal with messy streets....they had already been cleaned off and the snow has left the whole valley WHITE! LOVE IT!
5) Getting to wear jeans today to work
6) Getting Dr. Pepper, Rockstar energy drink (possibly my two favorite carbonated liquids EVER) and cute presents from co-workers
7) Being treated to lunch by my bosses who don't celebrate birthdays.
8) Having my car "kill" and running into a pole but not hitting anyone on the road & not getting a scratch on my car besides having to get a new wheel
9) Money in my bank account
10) Having a friend give me the BEST mani/pedi EVER recieved that lasted approximately two and half hours
11) Being sung Happy Birthday to two nights in a row in a resturant
12) Knowing my sister got custody of her children!
13) Recieving multiple calls & facebook messages
14) Watching Drop Dead Fred!
15) Not having to go to class tonight b/c it was my birthday
16) Having my dad send me an e-mail at work telling me he missed his princess
17) Recieving a call from my friend's little daughters singing me Happy Birthday
18) Getting a date to winter formal
19)This list could go on to 50!!
Thanks to all those that made my ordinary day a really special day! I guess it's true that things are always the best when you weren't expecting anything at all. I have never asked for anything for my birthday but this is more than I could ever ask for. I don't need anything big & extravegant.... it has always been the little things that have counted!!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
A First
Something interesting happened to me today. I had my first real anxiety attack! Let me tell you, when people tell me they had an anxiety attack or a panic attack I took it very lightly. I took it with as much interest and concern as I would have if they told me they had a sandwich for lunch. I mean, we all stress out and suffer from anxiety every now and then right?
I had no clue how INTENSE they are! It said that most last about five minutes. Lucky me... mine lasted for an hour and a half.Now that it is over, I am very glad I had the experience. I mean...to think... I could have gone my whole life and never have known the joy of complete loss of control of your body (good thing I was driving and pulled over so I was sitting in my car),uncontrollable hyperventilating, feeling like I was going to pass out, and quite possibly die all at the same time!! When I got home I goggled to see what causes them and just to find out more about them. I felt better when I read that most people feel it is one of the most frightening things that happens to them in their lives. I CONCUR! I also felt better when it said that most first timers seek emergency attention.
So... lesson to all of you young children reading this at home... DON'T...I say... DON'T go without sleeping (especially more than 48 hours) and live off of energy drinks under severe pressure times in your life! hahaha. Well... maybe you should do it. How boring would life be unless you experience this at least once? But... if you do it, you have to beat my time of an hour and a half. Five minutes is nothing!! hahahaa.
I had no clue how INTENSE they are! It said that most last about five minutes. Lucky me... mine lasted for an hour and a half.Now that it is over, I am very glad I had the experience. I mean...to think... I could have gone my whole life and never have known the joy of complete loss of control of your body (good thing I was driving and pulled over so I was sitting in my car),uncontrollable hyperventilating, feeling like I was going to pass out, and quite possibly die all at the same time!! When I got home I goggled to see what causes them and just to find out more about them. I felt better when I read that most people feel it is one of the most frightening things that happens to them in their lives. I CONCUR! I also felt better when it said that most first timers seek emergency attention.
So... lesson to all of you young children reading this at home... DON'T...I say... DON'T go without sleeping (especially more than 48 hours) and live off of energy drinks under severe pressure times in your life! hahaha. Well... maybe you should do it. How boring would life be unless you experience this at least once? But... if you do it, you have to beat my time of an hour and a half. Five minutes is nothing!! hahahaa.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
It is FINALLY HERE!
It's here! It's here! It is finally HERE! (Well Sorta)
Today SUCKED! It snowed for most of the day. It wasn't even good snow. It was slushy, hail-esque, grotesque. The snowy crap overwhelmed you all day! It was enough for me to want to grab a dull spoon and stab myself in the leg repeatedly. Luckily, I refrained from that. Yesterday however. Oh beautiful YESTERDAY! Yesterday I walked around without a coat and instead of ubiquitous snow we had ubiquitous SUNSHINE! As I walked from my office down to the food court I looked over to temple square and there were beautiful flowers and tulips. To TOP it off... the Bee's baseball season started Friday the 11th!! I was sad I missed the home opener but seriously...Augustana!! I can go to a baseball game anytime...I couldn't go to that concert anytime. Saturday I had plans as well so I will be going to a game shortly. (pending non GAY weather)
I have big plans for spring/summer! A few friends of mine and I are headed to Lake Powell to go boating shortly after I graduate, there are a few trails that are calling me name, ready to be hiked. I also can't wait to go running outside in the beautiful sunshine. All of these are pending weather and also that my leg is better. I don't think I have explained what has been going on with my leg the past few months. That will be another blog. I hopefully have my last appointment with the dr on Thursday. Kind of pointless if you ask me. My leg was hurting no matter what. I have barely worked out in the past two weeks since our last appointment because I have been so busy with school and other things so I don't know what good Thursday will be since there isn't really anything to gauge it from. Hopefully my leg has healed though. It's been like two months now! Anyway... this is a long post. All in excitement that IT'S HERE! Not only was Spring officially here on our calendars but all the signs of Spring are finally here!
Today SUCKED! It snowed for most of the day. It wasn't even good snow. It was slushy, hail-esque, grotesque. The snowy crap overwhelmed you all day! It was enough for me to want to grab a dull spoon and stab myself in the leg repeatedly. Luckily, I refrained from that. Yesterday however. Oh beautiful YESTERDAY! Yesterday I walked around without a coat and instead of ubiquitous snow we had ubiquitous SUNSHINE! As I walked from my office down to the food court I looked over to temple square and there were beautiful flowers and tulips. To TOP it off... the Bee's baseball season started Friday the 11th!! I was sad I missed the home opener but seriously...Augustana!! I can go to a baseball game anytime...I couldn't go to that concert anytime. Saturday I had plans as well so I will be going to a game shortly. (pending non GAY weather)
I have big plans for spring/summer! A few friends of mine and I are headed to Lake Powell to go boating shortly after I graduate, there are a few trails that are calling me name, ready to be hiked. I also can't wait to go running outside in the beautiful sunshine. All of these are pending weather and also that my leg is better. I don't think I have explained what has been going on with my leg the past few months. That will be another blog. I hopefully have my last appointment with the dr on Thursday. Kind of pointless if you ask me. My leg was hurting no matter what. I have barely worked out in the past two weeks since our last appointment because I have been so busy with school and other things so I don't know what good Thursday will be since there isn't really anything to gauge it from. Hopefully my leg has healed though. It's been like two months now! Anyway... this is a long post. All in excitement that IT'S HERE! Not only was Spring officially here on our calendars but all the signs of Spring are finally here!
Monday, April 14, 2008
A Day At The Smith Household
Yesterday was really nice. I woke up in time for church and headed down there. There were some pretty funny stories told and great messages overall. Going to church on Sunday always makes me a little happier. The weather was absolutely amazing so Sarah and I decided to head over to McKensie's. We went home and got out of dresses and headed over to McKensie's house.
(L-R) Kens, Sarah aka Huber, Me
Once there we grabbed some blankets, laid them out on her patio, laid down and just talked. Sarah left about two hours later because her family was about to have dinner but I ended up hanging around for a few more minutes. Sarah was supposed to come back later that night because we were going to make waffles so it was decided I would just hang around until then. McKensie's family was supposed to come over for family dinner as well but I would just take a nap while that happened. I hadn't been upstairs more than 3 minutes before she came to get me telling me that I was told to come downstairs. I really did not want to go at first but knew it would be rude if I declined the invitation. I really did not feel like I belonged at their family dinner. As soon as I got down there one of her brothers almost literally PLOPS some noodles on my plate and tells me to dig in. HaHa. I really wasn't hungry but growing up in my dad's household you try EVERYTHING even if it is just a little. So... I literally put a tiny bit of everything on my plate. It was delicious. Even better than the food was the company.
This happened to be the second family birthday party dinner I have been at. They have this tradition of going around the table and saying one good thing about the person whose birthday it is. This so happened to be Kens' nephew Cooper's 3rd birthday. Everyone went around saying how happy he was, how caring he was... etc. I mean c'mon....what three year old is really going to remember that? I can't imagine the feeling of growing up and knowing that as far back as you can remember people have praised you for the good things. At Garrett's 23rd birthday (her older brother) a few months ago it was pretty much the same. As embarrassing as I can imagine it feels, I bet it feels really cool too. ( We even made joking plans for my own birthday dinner in November. I told her mom I wanted white cake and strawberry frosting. Something that repulsed her mom!!!!) I think I am going to make my family start that! haha. If not my immediate family definitely my own family if I ever have one one day! Another thing they did at dinner was to go around and do their high and low of the week. I thought it was really odd to publicly announce your low point of the week... but it was still interesting. As I asked her mom about it she said it was a great way to find out the things that had happened during the week and it is a great conversation starter for the rest of the week. While I have never participated in the birthday praises they did include me in the high and the low. I know this sounds dorky but I really appreciated it. I said my high was spending Sunday eating dinner with them. ( Totally sarcastic/joking...but it turned out to be true) After dinner we sang happy birthday to Cooper and then her mom banished Kens & I to the kitchen while the family sort of went about their own thing. That was another thing I loved. Her mom felt comfortable enough to send me off as well! Granted, Kens did the dishes while I watched and talked to her... it was still nice. McKensie had to leave for about two hours but I hung around and took her 6 yr old niece Allie on a walk. We went to a stream and took pictures. That took about 10 minutes. On the way home we wanted to play "mother may i" and that took about 45!! Once we got back her older brother Garrett took the kids to go "look at the birds." It really was an odd outing. I guess their neighbor breeds birds and there is this bird coop and I dunno... all these weird things. It was fun to go look at them though!! Once this was done I sat down with her mom, sister in law, and her other brothers and we talked for a few minutes. By the time this was done she was already back at her house and a few other girls from our sorority had arrived. While they talked I made whole wheat waffles from scratch (absolutely yummy!). It was about 10 pm by the time we ate. I left a little while later because I was absolutely exhausted.
I guess all in all the point of this long travel log is to describe how grateful I am for friends who include me in part of their families. I have never once invited a friend over for family dinner and I would find it odd if they were there. However, since moving to Utah where I had no friends or family to start with I have had three close friends invite me over. Jade, Sarah, and McKensie. I was more than welcome in each of these households. In two out of the three I have been treated not as a stranger but as family. While McKensie was gone no one thought it was weird I stayed, and if they did they kept it to themselves. They treated me as if not only was it normal that I Was there, but that they actually enjoyed having me there. I miss getting to be part of my own family functions so it was more than nice to be part of someone else's. For that, I am really grateful.
(L-R) Kens, Sarah aka Huber, MeOnce there we grabbed some blankets, laid them out on her patio, laid down and just talked. Sarah left about two hours later because her family was about to have dinner but I ended up hanging around for a few more minutes. Sarah was supposed to come back later that night because we were going to make waffles so it was decided I would just hang around until then. McKensie's family was supposed to come over for family dinner as well but I would just take a nap while that happened. I hadn't been upstairs more than 3 minutes before she came to get me telling me that I was told to come downstairs. I really did not want to go at first but knew it would be rude if I declined the invitation. I really did not feel like I belonged at their family dinner. As soon as I got down there one of her brothers almost literally PLOPS some noodles on my plate and tells me to dig in. HaHa. I really wasn't hungry but growing up in my dad's household you try EVERYTHING even if it is just a little. So... I literally put a tiny bit of everything on my plate. It was delicious. Even better than the food was the company.
This happened to be the second family birthday party dinner I have been at. They have this tradition of going around the table and saying one good thing about the person whose birthday it is. This so happened to be Kens' nephew Cooper's 3rd birthday. Everyone went around saying how happy he was, how caring he was... etc. I mean c'mon....what three year old is really going to remember that? I can't imagine the feeling of growing up and knowing that as far back as you can remember people have praised you for the good things. At Garrett's 23rd birthday (her older brother) a few months ago it was pretty much the same. As embarrassing as I can imagine it feels, I bet it feels really cool too. ( We even made joking plans for my own birthday dinner in November. I told her mom I wanted white cake and strawberry frosting. Something that repulsed her mom!!!!) I think I am going to make my family start that! haha. If not my immediate family definitely my own family if I ever have one one day! Another thing they did at dinner was to go around and do their high and low of the week. I thought it was really odd to publicly announce your low point of the week... but it was still interesting. As I asked her mom about it she said it was a great way to find out the things that had happened during the week and it is a great conversation starter for the rest of the week. While I have never participated in the birthday praises they did include me in the high and the low. I know this sounds dorky but I really appreciated it. I said my high was spending Sunday eating dinner with them. ( Totally sarcastic/joking...but it turned out to be true) After dinner we sang happy birthday to Cooper and then her mom banished Kens & I to the kitchen while the family sort of went about their own thing. That was another thing I loved. Her mom felt comfortable enough to send me off as well! Granted, Kens did the dishes while I watched and talked to her... it was still nice. McKensie had to leave for about two hours but I hung around and took her 6 yr old niece Allie on a walk. We went to a stream and took pictures. That took about 10 minutes. On the way home we wanted to play "mother may i" and that took about 45!! Once we got back her older brother Garrett took the kids to go "look at the birds." It really was an odd outing. I guess their neighbor breeds birds and there is this bird coop and I dunno... all these weird things. It was fun to go look at them though!! Once this was done I sat down with her mom, sister in law, and her other brothers and we talked for a few minutes. By the time this was done she was already back at her house and a few other girls from our sorority had arrived. While they talked I made whole wheat waffles from scratch (absolutely yummy!). It was about 10 pm by the time we ate. I left a little while later because I was absolutely exhausted.
I guess all in all the point of this long travel log is to describe how grateful I am for friends who include me in part of their families. I have never once invited a friend over for family dinner and I would find it odd if they were there. However, since moving to Utah where I had no friends or family to start with I have had three close friends invite me over. Jade, Sarah, and McKensie. I was more than welcome in each of these households. In two out of the three I have been treated not as a stranger but as family. While McKensie was gone no one thought it was weird I stayed, and if they did they kept it to themselves. They treated me as if not only was it normal that I Was there, but that they actually enjoyed having me there. I miss getting to be part of my own family functions so it was more than nice to be part of someone else's. For that, I am really grateful.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
The Grand Kerfuffle
I have a saying that every night is the best night of my life. Last night was no exception. Augustana, HelloGoodbye, and Shiny Toy Guns. I took some footage... I will upload that later. It has been a while since I have been to a concert so it was nice. I did say some quite foul words to a guy who was throwing himself against everyone and elbowing them (of which I feel bad about) but other than that it was fun. I enjoy being in the middle of mosh pits. I was even at the very front for the majority of the time. It was so cool to have these bands mere feet away. Anyone who knows me knows I have sensitive ears though. Half way through Shiny Toy Guns (thankfully they were headlining so it was almost over anyway) I grabbed a security guard and told him I wanted out. The security guards stand between the space between the gate and the stage. I had been holding my ears in for a quite a while because it was so loud I thought my ears were either going to bust or bleed. I knew there was NO WAY I was going to be able to make my way BACK out of the crowd so I knew my only option was forward. The security guard leaned ALL the way over the gate and picked me up. I ended up standing straight up on the fence at one point and I felt like a total rock star. Don't ask me why. I have never crowd surfed. I imagine this would have been the same feeling. Gratefully I was pulled out of the crowd and I made my way to the VERY back of the lawn. It was actually a cool sight to be at the very back. I think my ears were more than grateful though I couldn't really hear for the rest of the night. They are back to normal today though. I am glad. I wonder how tonight's adventures will play out...
Friday, April 11, 2008
Bleedin Love
Here is another favorite. Seriously... don't even watch the video, it is just a bunch of weird images. Just press play to listen to it.
Closed off from love
I didn’t need the pain
Once or twice was enough
And it was all in vain
Time starts to pass
Before you know it you’re frozen
But something happened
For the very first time with you
My heart melts into the ground
Found something true
And everyone’s looking round
Thinking I’m going crazy
But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
Trying hard not to hear
But they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears
Try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal
Is to keep me from falling
But nothing’s greater
Than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face
Yet everyone around me
Thinks that I’m going crazy, maybe, maybe
But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I....
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
And it’s draining all of me
Oh they find it hard to believe
I’ll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see
I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I....
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I....
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
Closed off from love
I didn’t need the pain
Once or twice was enough
And it was all in vain
Time starts to pass
Before you know it you’re frozen
But something happened
For the very first time with you
My heart melts into the ground
Found something true
And everyone’s looking round
Thinking I’m going crazy
But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
Trying hard not to hear
But they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears
Try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal
Is to keep me from falling
But nothing’s greater
Than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face
Yet everyone around me
Thinks that I’m going crazy, maybe, maybe
But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I....
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
And it’s draining all of me
Oh they find it hard to believe
I’ll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see
I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I....
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I....
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
I NEED SLEEP
Seriously now. I have been trying to do it all and I just can't lately. I am running out of energy. It is 1:30 and I am going on like 3 hours of sleep. I really want to sleep but I just finished one paper, need to read about 70 pages, and then write another page on THAT!( I think I am going to cheat and just read like ten pages and focus on that) I still have a test I haven't finished studying for that I have right after my first class of the day....the one I needed to write my two papers for... and my day starts again in about four hours. Nonstop until about 5pm. I even took the day off work today because I have a 5 hour lecture on the holocust today. FUN! :( Seriously.... I would appreciate a Rock Star or any drink of choice actually.... anything to keep me awake. I just can't do it anymore. When is this going to end? 23 days is too far away!
People laugh at me because I have lost so much sense of time. My weeks fly by but only because I am so busy. Something I did this morning already seems like two weeks ago because I have do so many different things in a few hours that I feel like it has been days when I reflect on it. I am so lost all the time that Friday comes and I have no clue where the week went. I can only hope for this to continue for the next four weeks.... I wouldn't mind not knowing how I got to graduation! hahaha. please... i just need to pass all of my classes because i don't ever want to do this again... at least not in the next few months!!
People laugh at me because I have lost so much sense of time. My weeks fly by but only because I am so busy. Something I did this morning already seems like two weeks ago because I have do so many different things in a few hours that I feel like it has been days when I reflect on it. I am so lost all the time that Friday comes and I have no clue where the week went. I can only hope for this to continue for the next four weeks.... I wouldn't mind not knowing how I got to graduation! hahaha. please... i just need to pass all of my classes because i don't ever want to do this again... at least not in the next few months!!
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Have I Mentioned Lately...
how much I am in love with lyrics? I just don't think you people understand. If I like a song more than likely it is because of its lyrics. I guess its polarized though....that or I have no clue what the lyrics are and I just like the beat...but more often than not its because I like a single lyric...something that speaks to me. Well... the Grand Kerfuffle is coming up and HelloGoodbye, Shiny Toy Guns, and Augustana will all be playing.
For those of you who do not know, the Grand Kerfuffle is a huge outdoor concert held on campus at the end of the spring semester. It will be this Friday. I wasn't quite sure who Augustana was so I decided to look them up. Please enjoy. This next song makes me want to move to Boston. But...actually...it is almost exactly how I felt when I moved to Salt Lake. The lyrics... You don't know me... you don't even care. This reminds me of how I felt. I just wanted to get away to "where no one knows my name" I was "tired of this weather" & wanted a new town to leave it all behind. I wanted to see snow. I was tired. Could I ask for a better theme song? My suggestion is to press play and read the lyrics as you listen to it. Absolutely beautiful. If you don't fall in love with it... there must be something wrong with you!
Note... the origional video I posted diabled embedding...so here is one of them singing live on letterman... not as good as the music video but still awesome... check it out.
For those of you who do not know, the Grand Kerfuffle is a huge outdoor concert held on campus at the end of the spring semester. It will be this Friday. I wasn't quite sure who Augustana was so I decided to look them up. Please enjoy. This next song makes me want to move to Boston. But...actually...it is almost exactly how I felt when I moved to Salt Lake. The lyrics... You don't know me... you don't even care. This reminds me of how I felt. I just wanted to get away to "where no one knows my name" I was "tired of this weather" & wanted a new town to leave it all behind. I wanted to see snow. I was tired. Could I ask for a better theme song? My suggestion is to press play and read the lyrics as you listen to it. Absolutely beautiful. If you don't fall in love with it... there must be something wrong with you!
Note... the origional video I posted diabled embedding...so here is one of them singing live on letterman... not as good as the music video but still awesome... check it out.
"Boston"
In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed... you said...
You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,
Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you
You said...
You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,
She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,
Boston... where no one knows my name... yeah
Where no one knows my name...
Where no one knows my name...
Yeah Boston...
Where no one knows my name.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Dissapointment
The one thing I can always count on to disappoint me.
What are people?
There you have it. Double Jeopardy in the life of Mandi. Question & Answer.
What are people?
There you have it. Double Jeopardy in the life of Mandi. Question & Answer.
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