Oh C Dee

Hmmmmmmmm. Video big. Frame small. . . . . . . . I'm going to need to get over that.
I'm home again. For a while.
Its funny how you can live completely different lives without even having split personalities. Its like I'm at home and I feel like my at home life, and its as if I have never left and I've never been anywhere else.
And Logan life is almost a little bit like I've always been there, and I have never had any life before.
Very profound this wise one.
Sooooo, Christmas is good. Its coming. I know one thing I got, cause I tried it on. I LOVE IT. Its a dress.
Like an idiot I didn't pay tuition and my classes have been dropped. So tonight I am blogging until midnight! Or until right now, bye

Kid History - Episode 1

MMM Funny.

it make ME want to cut MY arm off!

Ima just sittin in the berry waiting for nine thirty to hit so I can get my car out of the terrace. I was studying but that all went to pot after a while.
Funny story
Was talking to Hottie in the lobby of the library and Charlie Horse came in and started talking to us. ANNNND he says he wants to talk to me about something that needs to remain between us. I instantly got scared, reaction. But he says he was in a chem lab when Captain Kurt asked Charlie Horse if he knew me. He says ya ya she's a kool kat. Then the Captain asked what was the deal with me because he had given me his number and then I had disappeared and he hasn't seen me on campus ever since. So, to Charlie Horse, I am thinking so hard about who this may be but I HAVE NO IDEA OR RECOLLECTION OF THIS PERSON! Come on! Someone, its someone and I can't even remember! HAHAHA I just laugh laugh.
Of course Makel freaks out and thinks I'm getting married now. We are over exaggerating dramatic females in the end really. Sam texts me Mr and Mrs Kurt? Ha.
I thought ya'll would enjoy that story. That and I have to wait for another twenty minutes before I can leave so I decided to blog.
Something else you may enjoy is a film I have recently seen and have become obsessed with is 127 Hours! Watch it! Love it! James Franco is fantastic both in face and film. The film its empowering and made me want to go out and climb shiz! Loved it. Also a couple of songs on the soundtrack are just great. Lovely Day by Bill Withers is a fantastic forgotten song. Ca Plane Pour Moi by Plastic Burtrand is a great road trip quirky dance party number. Finally Never Hear Surf Music Again by Free Blood was probably something only I would like honestly. But for realsies, I recommend the movie.

Its No Mine

No, I have never read Harry Potter.
No, I don't really know how to make a movie.
No, soup isn't really my favorite.
No, I don't listen to techno music normally.
No, I am not Asian. (But maybe I want my babies to be? Just sayin)
No, I don't take more than 40 min to get ready for action.
No, I don't get acne, or ever have truly.
No, I don't drink or drug, and would never feel proud that I did.
No, I don't care much for Girl Talk, write your own music.
No, not never a gamer. In fact I kind of want to stop talking to you because I found out you spend more than ten hours a week "gaming".
No, I will not make out with you!
Yes, I WILL make out with YOU.
No, I haven't read every book ever written.
No, I would rather razor blade my eyes to blindness than go for a light five mile run.
No, in fact I love food!
No, its just a mac book, not a pro. What is the difference anyhow?
Yes, I do think you are boring.
And Yes, I would rather be outside than in, and the summer time is a glorious time to be had.
HELLO!? Are you out there!

You Know What Happens to the Ones With a Mouth

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I'm taking a Bible class here at Utah Statesie. I thought it would be awesome and interesting but Its really not. I am pretty sure my professor thinks he is a prophet. He gives announcements like he's giving the Sermon On The Mount. Its funny. Its creepy.
Um . . .
I was in the liberry last night. Business was GOOD. Then it dulled down as it got later.
Um .....
Ate Top Romin at Sam's last night. I thought it would cause a frenzy that I would not be able to control and I would then gain a million pounds but Top Romin isn't that good. Makel, Sam, Cam and I watched some episodes of the first season of Modern Family. Such a great show, watch it everyone.
Uh . . .
Makel gets very hyper. VERY hyper. Its so funny and great. She's great. I slept at her house last night. Took the bus this mornin cause I didn't have UH with me.
Well . . .
Sometimes I want to dress boys. Not necessarily because they dress bad but I feel like I can make them look good good. Makel ran into an old friend who probably wouldn't be as dashing if he weren't wearing $300 jeans. Haha, you may think I'm shallow but I find $300 at DI for ten bucks. But I'm a little shallow, lets be for realsie real.
There is really no point to this other than that I am incredibly bored and distracted right now. But all in all blogging is relatively pointless as well.
Bye Lovelies
P.S. Just thought you should know that I have TWO test two days before Thanksgiving Break. I was going to take the whole week off but I guess not! Got me again professors.

Packing. Remembering.

I am packing my room because my parents are moving. Where? I don't really know. And I'm old so I shouldn't care? I do care, MAMA! DADDEE! Any ways, whilst packing I find things that make me reminisce, like this love poem. . . . we were weird in high school . . .
To My Love
You are so hot.
When I see you it makes me sad.
Sad that I wasn't seeing you before I just now had the opportunity to see you.
You are so hot.
I want to tell you you're hot.
I do tell you that you are hot sometimes but I want to tell you more.
You are so hot.
I have this name I call you.
Sometimes I call you it behind your back but I also call it to you to your face.
You are so hot.
Bend over one more time.
Sometimes I just drop things so that I can see you pick them up.
You are so hot.
I talk about you a lot.
That's because I think you're really really cool and worthy of being talked about a lot.
You are so hot.
Like fire, really.
Not in a literal sense, but sometimes you are so hot I worry it may actually be literal.
You are so hot.
It hurst my eyes to look at you.
It feels like you are shooting fiery darts into my eyes; in a good way and I like it . . . but it still hurts.
You are so hot.
My heart burns for you.
Oh my heart, it burns. Not really because of you, but because I have heartburn. But it still burn, and it is my heart.
You are so hot.
You could be a air hostess in the 60's.
Not really from the 60's though because that would make you about 69 years old, possibly older.
You are so hot.
You are so so hot.
I don't know if you know me, actually I know you don't know me because you once said you didn't , but I love you . . . a lot. And not just because you're hot.

Does Your Cat Have A Mustache?

I couldn't stop grinning whilst walking around campus, Buddy Holly's "Everyday" was on the soundtrack of my November 4, 2010 life, and the sun was just a shinnin! Its just one of those days.
This is why you should go to Utah State. This week begun the Zombie vs. Human Battle. This started monday when 300+ students came to school with Nerf Guns of all types (classified as humans. And slowly throughout the week more and more of said students would be bitten and turned into Zombies who would then hunt for human (Identified by zombie bandannas). I can't tell you how happy it makes me to be calmly walking around among Nerf guns and bandana heads then all of a sudden ATTACK! And then there would be a Dead Zombie or a bitten human. This activity was not university sponsored, it was completely perpetuated by the students via facebook or something! Its so great, Utah State people know how to study hard and play hard. High School Seniors shouldn't come here unless you are awesome. The rest of you can go to BYU! Bahahahhaa! . . . . . . Saying that statement may or may not have lost me some BYU friendships . . . .
Love all of you! And everything today!
Cort Cort

Logan Is Beautiful

Tell you the truth, Logan Town is beautiful. It takes my breath away when I'm walking and cant help but remember just how beautiful it is. Today around Five thirty (note the time of day even) I'm walking across the quad to my Chem SI. Again, Logan is BEAUTIFUL! After the day I just had and the days I have coming ahead it took EVERY ounce of energy not to just collapse on the soon to be not visible grass and enjoy the moment. Right there. Right on the quad at five thirty Thursday evening.
There is no point to this except that I want to do do well in Chemistry and Chemistry is hard enough that I couldn't stop and enjoy beautiful Utah State Campus. You see, success and enjoyment are inversely related, like wavelength and energy. Chemistry. So take from this what every you choose. Sideways smiley face.

Aval

This kid is dangerous. This kid painted himself with chalkboard paint. This kid was ashamed to swim in public with it though. We got it off this kid.

I'm not drunk I swears. We're taking pictures in the car. classy!

Me and Makel can be pretty.

Me and Makel can be crazy.

I love Gogs

If you know me you know I'm the funny girl. Can I get a holla? AND on top of being the funny (not sexy) friend I went to walmart whilst waiting for Mak Doggie working out. She's a champion. While in walmart I found literally the BRIGHTEST color of red hair dye and decided to do it. Red hair dye, get on my head. So I'm the funny red headed friend. Awesome. I thought it would make my eyes pop. Well thats a crap pile in a basket. Whatever, I love it. It will fade right? I love it thought. My sister, my daughter.
P.S. I have ended my one year of celibacy. Thank you very much. I was hard, but I got through it. It wasn't hard to resist kissing someone. More hard that I had no intention to enter into this year of celibacy, it just happened . . . . Was it the red hair? And I liked how it was finished. With a bang and lots of participants. I'm not a skank . . .
To end, I have a lovely friend named Tate. He would call dogs, gogs. Hence. Thank you Tate.

Yes Man

I unconsciously trained myself to act on impulses that enter my brain. I remember thinking that I should stop thinking about what I do and just DO! And that's the last time I thought about it. I didn't even have to try to adapt this as a habit of mine. Now? See pillow, get pillow, hit Makel. Boom. Pillow fight with no before thought. At a party no less.
Good example:
I was looking at the job board at school and saw a mother in need of a tutor for Geometry for her kid. The only thing that went through my head was I could probably handle that. Without knowing. Phone. Dial. And I'm talking to Kami talking to her about her kid and this job. Didn't really get the job but that's not the point.
Bad Example:
You know when you think something and you don't say it because its inappropriate or just stupid so somewhere in your mind you think "Hey, don't actually say that". Well . . . the mind screen is gone. Good thing my mind isn't cruel or I wouldn't have friends anymore. But, things have slipped by. I'm a little more annoying, or funny, you decide. Definitely more awkward. Don't introduce me to any of your parents very soon.
And this one time I bit a friend in the shoulder . . . .
Anyways, Its been great. Learned a lot. But unlike Yes Man I did not find an awesome boyfriend. Yes, I do recommend this attitude/behavior. Yes, I'll keep on doing this but somethings I won't.
I only wish my impulse to mac my Lab TA came before I decided to think again.

Signs of Numb Loneliness

-Your cell phone battery lasts longer
-Facebook is boring, to the point when stalking is boring as well
-Your cell phone/computer background is blank . . . or Zac Efron
-You blog a lot
-Start noticing what other people are wearing because you wonder what is wrong with what you're wearing, not often the problem though
-You call your mom a lot, seein what she's up to. Thank you mommy for still loving me even if you tend to get used a lot like this
-Lesbian jokes get a little awkward
-You start checking out the old men. You don't know why.
-You get to do what ever the you want! Which is awesome
-You forget to put on deodorant . . . a lot.

This list isn't supposed to be sad. Its not like any of these things are a bad things, deodorant is bad for the kidneys.

20 Years of Wisdom

I must be an old mana with old man wisdom because I tend to give out advice like condoms at an abstinence fair. Why? I don't know! I've been observing myself from this perma-out of body life I'm living right now. And today I've found out that I tend to give advice from my life. Do I like this trait? This compulsion? Not exactly.
Roommate says, "Wow its weird to see that people from high school are getting engaged."
I insert, "Ya its weird! Pretty soon you'll start feeling like an old maid at nineteen!"
Corn, was that really necessary? It may not seen that bad but I'm a little annoyed. And annoyed that I'm in the perma-out of body experience phase. Constantly judging and changing. I liked who I was, I was ok with it, I liked it. Stupid JD head.
I guess thats all I have to say about that. Forrest Gump!

P.S. Remember when I said a while back that I would always put up pictures because I thought words were boring? Well I guess that's not happening.
P.S.S. Read the book Gurnsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, I liked it.
Time is love. . . later sports fans

Blogging the Dream.

Fell asleep and was then revealed all my insecurities.
Its Taco Tuesday time and the gang, Sam, Makel, and I go. Deep in my gut I have a sick feeling about leaving someone. She was never there before but she is now and its my obligation to include. I make it all the way to Cafe Rio but can't take it.
"I'll be back! Can you order me some taco's Makel?" I say.
"Ya man." Replies Makel.
Soon after I return, with said person I don't think so because they don't show up in the dream again.
I sit at the table. Start the Taco Tuesday ritual. Silently eating with an occasional, "I'm so happy I am eating a taco tuesday!" "This is so great!" When I realize that there is no meat in my taco. What. Makel. (Crazy Makel laughter). The heat rushes to my head and face. My heart races. This is NOT funny. She pulls it out of her pocket in a napkin. Woof. I'm livid because I was looking forward to Taco Tuesday all week and it has been RUINED! RUINED!
I don't fight with Makel. I laugh. Playfully punch her in the arm or something. But its hard to breath my mouth yearns for that chicken taco taste so very much.
My parents are at the table next to us.(How? Its a dream know one knows.) Say by to my friends and move to their table to be polite and finish up with them. My gut wrenched without what was expected of coming here to Taco Tuesday. I finish up with them and we head to the parking lot to take me home. We talk, what ever. But then I start lashing out at them. I'm so angry about something. And we're fighting in my Dad's blue and silver chev. I finally get out of the truck and slam the door and start heading up the 1400 South hill to campus. They drive by and I get into the truck again. If you knew me I am the most peaceful child in the whole entire world. And I love my parent more than any other child has ever loved a father or mother. Its true. Ask anyone. So its strange.
I can't remember how my dream ends. No, the dream ends with me lifting my head off the pillow with a pile of drool on my red pillow atop my odious bunk bed.
Analyze my dream psychologist of the world! Or Sam.

Things Happenings

What is going on in my life? What is this life you speak of?
Well.
School. Involving IMPOSSIBLE amount of hoops, And I have to jump through all of them? Guess I'd better get started.
Um . . .
I miss Carina. And Sam and Makel. I miss Makel. I miss my Mama. I miss my license.
I'm finding it hard to write much because there isn't much to talk about really.
You can tell that nothing is really going along in my life when you open my computer and see the background is a sad pathetic solid white. The background on my phone in when I took a picture with my thumb over the lens so it would be solid black. I don't shower because who am I kiddin, who am I trying to impress. I almost pull a gun on someone who says hi to me on campus because its completely unexpected and startling.
Bye bye life.
Oh wait, except that my phone background isn't black. Its a picture of my cute cute niece!
Life restored, I'm going to make out in the coat closet, don't eat my chicken!
K cool, see ya

Emo Kidddd

This will sound like a bunch of emo complaining bit you hear about in all blogs but there are a lot of things I am involved with that I don't agree with that I want to complain about!
A. Facebook. Facebook is where everyone tries to convince the world that they are cool. Well you're not if you want facebook to think so. I get to see all of the insecurities because I'm on facebook. Why? Cause the wife is heading off to Spain. (Not really a lesbian, not really my wife). And facebook is the easiest way to keep in touch while someone is out of the country. Besides email. But even email doesn't make is as convenient to look at sweet pics as it is on facebook. Facebook, you force yourself into my life, but facebook, I hate you.
B. Cello man. I decide to take cello lessons this summer to bring myself up to par. I struggle at first but then I practiced like a champ. Cello man calls and no lesson this week. Or next week. Or the next. A whole month goes by and no cello lessons. But I was so ready to bedazzle you with my cello abilities! And then I lost the gumption to keep practicing the same material for a month.
Next lesson, He thinks I'm an idiot. Next lesson I get busy. Next lesson I have the flu, and decide to not waste the 70 bucks for two more lessons this summer.
C. Speeding tickets.
You're Honor. There is no excuse for my actions. I sped because I never thought I would get caught. I sped again because I never thought I would get caught again! Here is when I decide to be the most careful. And I get pulled over again because I was not carefully enough. And here we are . . . Five tickets on my record and a possibility for a revocation of my license. Your Honor, all I can do is offer my apologies.

This week: Court. Logan. Wedding. Guys, stop getting married.


Nuff said.
I need a hair cut.

My Summer was Four Days Long

This summer I got a much needed job. An awesome job that will look amazing on an application! But who knew being a receptionist wouldn't let me go outside ever? I did, but I guess I just forgot? Also, who knew that my friend who works at a very non stress, no skill job outside all the time great uplifting job would make more than me, who gets an email from her boss saying "You need not to forget one phone call because I didn't make it home until one last night and you almost cost the company $45,000!" I'm sorry studly little boss man that I'm a stupid little nineteen year old, I didn't know either.
This summer the cops are after me. Its neither nerve racking or exciting. Its just annoying. Yes, I sped up to 40 in a 25. Yes, I was going 75 in a 65. Yes, I was going 90 in a 75. (But I legitimately thought the speed limit was 80, honest.)I'm sorry cop man that you just happen to catch me going down hill on the way to St George and my speed crept up whithout me knowledge and not the bagillion other people who pass me when I'M going 85!
Hey summer thanks for sucking this year when I was probably the most excited to see you came again! So I got aggressive. A month ago I got a couple of day off for this month and no matter what I was going to do something! Whoa dream big! So Last week Wednesday was the eve of my stellar vacation, but still didn't know what I was going to do. Thursday morn I got up, "Hey Carina, lets go to St George instead of Moab" . . . "OK!!!". Two hours later I strapped the kids in the back and we were off. Who knew what where were going to do? Who knew what we were going to see? Not this one here.
We didn't stop the whole time. Literally, we had to force ourselves to sleep, and eating only when convenient. Buffalo Bill secured us a camp spot in Zion. Freak cancellation spree secured us a permit for the subway. God made that piece of nature beautifully breathtaking. Someones messed imagination made Inception a crazy awesome movie! Ben found a baby Lake Powell named Sand Hallow with tons of sand, warmish watter, and fun cliffs to jump off of. Cool Cave, glow stick partiii, Neilson's Custard, crinkly fries, scary tire spikes I've never experienced. Goggle sunglasses who didn't know what day it was let us camp on the beach. Years of nakedness preparation made it easy as cherry pie to get naked in the water and all over camp and to feel the absolute freedom of naked. Say naked again. Naked. MMM rock climbing. Sweat, sweat drive home.
Boom, summer in four days.
Back at work where the crazies live. I wish it was convenient to shower.

Crazy Crazies

At my desk at work I keep a giant tub of jelly bellies. No not for people who come in or for the little children to have a little treat, they are mine because I love them. I got this tub about a week after I started working and its a little more than half gone. I love bellies. And you know how jelly belly eating goes, you pick out you're favorites and eat them first because the others can be pretty sick nasty. So having this tub for a while I have grazed all my favorites and the have become scarce to find. Ok cool. But yesterday I open the tub to dig around a little and to my utter amazement ALL of my favor ties were on tOPPPPP!!!! What? This never happen? Where did they come from?
I work for a clinical research facility and a study we're conducting currently is for insomnia. This entails multiple once a week sleep overs for our qualifiers. We have about two every night. So my jelly belly theory is that some poor insomnia stricken individual trying to free load on some cash saw my tub of jelly bellies and went to town. Just grabbed with both hands and shook it above their head because once again they had another long night without sleep! I would too! Sleeping is my favorite! Its a win win, sleeplessness got a little rage out and I was left with a beautiful garden of cantaloupe, french vanilla, roasted marsh mellow, tutti fruity and bubble gum. MMMMM thank you enraged tired man, I hope you sleep good tonight.
And lets talk about PMS. I have always thought it was the gayest, most pathetic but so real thing in the world! Its awful. But the bright side is its such a good excuse. Its not you who feels these ridiculous emotions. So yes I feel this way but if anyone in the world blames my unpleasantness on PMS there will be a serious rumble and a huge smack down!

No Hope For Humanity

I can't escape the cold. I picked the coldest place in the world to gain my higher education. Where it snows even on the last day of your last final that is in May? What? If I only knew how cold it is up there
I needed a job this summer. So I got a job this summer. I'm a receptionist, boring but it pays and looks good on paper so I can't complain. But Its cold.
Dear Dr. Harris,
I don't really care if the window in your office heats up your office in the morning. You're a tad over weight and the layer of insulating fat will keep you a few degrees warmer than the rest of us. So help a sister out. Please stop coming into the lobby and jacking up the AC so I have to wear long sleeves and a sweater to keep the goosebumps away.
I send my love,
Mini Receptionist
I want to say, "Awe screw you!" But not really because I miss you.
So I'm a little sad. I'm a little sad because its freezing where I'm at!

Growing Up Hurts

While I'm waiting for the UPS guy to come I will blog for all my fans.
Guys(Sam), my job is boring. I miss the summers. While I'm sitting at my desk after lunch milking, squeezing, and raping facebook for ALL it is worth, which is nothing, it is a beautiful 80 degrees outside. You see going to college isn't what makes you grow up. Paying for you're own car insurance, gas, groceries, clothes, and hair cut are not the things that make you grow up. Being nice to a real piece of work and kissing up to the A hole is not what makes you grow up. Working for the daylight hours of the day and not being able to blow ANY of it off is what made me grow up. My five-year-old heart is hurting and fading. And getting really serious this coming semester in school is not going to help my poor transforming heart. (inserted sad face).
Must get Popsicle all over face! Scrape my knees! Sidewalk chalk, one dollar walmart kites! Swallow penny!
Welp UPS showed up!
See ya later!
P.S I am deffinatly one of those people who looks at the pictures, then skims the words, and looks at the pictures again because they are bored of the words. So I'm sorry. I blog at work and there are no picture. So sports fans I'll get pictures up sometime, no worries.

Don't Make Me Post . . . Punny

Friends! (Sam) Sorry I have not posted in a while! Still new at this so bare with me guys (Sam). School is out. And I'm working at Aspen Clinical Resaerh, which sounded super more awesomer than it really is. I get so bored sometimes that I look forward to the dates that are fun to type on a ten key. Woot. Today, 5 26 2010, not fun. Yesterday, 5 25 2010, way fun.
Here's a doosey for today. I re-activated my facebook account this morning and almost had a heart attack. Why? Freak I don't know, I literally have a physiological reaction to facebook now. Its poison. Or I'm a crazy person. And I immediatley deactivated. So guys (Sam) I'll try to recover and get back on eventually cause EVERY one went back on, wossy pantses. But no promises. It could kill me.
This was such a great post! Thank you for reading, my friends (Sam). Isn't this such a great post? Don't make me post. Well I have no choice, you're making me post!
Punny.

SOMETIMES I JUST WANT MY HEAD TO NOT BE ON MY BODY!

Finals week. When nights and weekends are spent in the silent study areas of the Merrel Crazer Library. When all you can do to be sane is a handstand contest in front of the elevators. We are being tested for our recently learned intelligence an is seems that we are being tested as well for patience, diligence, sanity, endurance, and creativity. But in all I really like it. I like college, the rewards are limitless! The times when i realize how great it is where I am makes up for the times when I want my head to not be on my body.

And sometimes I feel I could justify murdering someone because of the weather in Logan being so cold in May, just saying. He He:)

. . . . after re-reading this post I realize that it sounds a bit insane. But right now I am a bit insane. Its finals week! AHAHHAHAHA

I made a blog! For all the people who want to know about my life because I don't have a facebook, this blog is for you Mama! But I have no idea how it works, so I'm learning. Bare with me while I get the hang of this. And this picture was an esperiment! I think it worked . . .