Beauty

Let's have a heart-to-heart, shall we?

About beauty.

Society and the media have screwed it up.

To be beautiful, you must be stick thin, wear the right clothes, spend an hour and a hundred bucks on your hair, and do your makeup just right.

First thing: Stick thin. If you are not stick thin, you are fat, ergo ugly. LIES. Filthy stinking lies.

Let's be honest: the girl in the picture isn't even close to overweight! You're heading for anorexia*, chicky.

This picture. This picture makes me sad. No one should feel this way. Maybe you are fat, but if you are, don't stress about it unless it's posing a serious health risk. Just be healthy, don't think you're fat or ugly. I know a few people who are overweight, but by no means are they ugly. No one will mind. No one should mind. There are more important things in life.

Second thing: The right clothes. You must have the right clothes. MORE LIES. Honestly, people. You oughtn't look like a hobo if you can help it, but you don't have to spend a fortune or feel like your clothes are not good enough. I mean seriously, folks.

Next: Hair and makeup. Again, you want to look well-groomed. But you don't need to spend hours on your hair. Personally, I don't think it's worth the time. And people always complain about their hair, not to mention other aspects of their looks. People with straight hair wish it was curly, people with curly hair wish it was straight. 

I respect this girl. She is proud of her hair. (maybe too proud?)

 Makeup is okay. Don't put on too much, it's creepy. Personally, I don't wear makeup, because I don't want it or feel like I need it. If you want to wear makeup, go for it. If you feel like you need makeup, you don't. Not really. People who normally wear makeup look different without makeup, but again, people won't judge you, and if they do, they're nuggets. (that is the word I use to replace something more offensive)

And one more thing: don't complain about your looks or call yourself ugly. Please. Everyone is lovely in their own way, and don't think I'm just saying that to shut you all up and make you feel good. I'm saying that to shut you up and also because it's true.

*Anorexia is bad. If you or someone you know is suffering from it, they should get help. And maybe some food. Or possibly medical attention.

Lines

I auditioned for a play.

I have a name.

And lines.

But not parents.

.....That's what you get when the school musical is Annie.

LINES, guys! I get to say stuff!

The Danger of Cookies

Maybe it was stress, maybe it was something in them, but when I ate a cookie today, I almost cried. With joy. And it was awkward. I saw that they were serving cookies with lunch today and so I bought a lunch and started kind of spazzing out. OH MY GOSH I HAVE A COOKIE AND I'M GONNA EAT IT REALLY SOON AND IT WILL TASTE AMAZING. And then I ate it. And it tasted amazing. But I might have to lay off cookies if they're going to make me cry. Because seriously...

Also, I auditioned for the school musical and I got callbacks!! :O

I love these cookie memes. They are my favorite.

Life Goes On

"...Every time you see them happy you remember how sad they're going to be. And it breaks your heart. Because what's the point in them being happy now if they're going to be sad later? The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later." -The Doctor, Doctor Who

Get your hopes up.

You Should All Be Jealous

Jealous of my family.

Me (to Suzie): I will hate you forever.

Suzie: Whyyyyy???

Mom: She doesn't hate you 'cause you're beautiful.

Me: *cracks up*

Suzie: I'm gonna go cry in a corner now...

And then we started singing songs about how beautiful 'you' are, and edited them to be derogatory.

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Mom: So you tested the cookies for poison, and you slid a row over?

Me: On accident...

Mom: You tested them on accident? *laughs*

Me: I slid them over on accident, geez! And the testing was quite purposeful; I even took two so that if they were poison, the effects would come on faster and we'd know sooner.

Mom: You took two to get results sooner? *facepalm*

We test cookies and other tasty things to make sure they're not poison, because it sure would be a shame if we shared them and they were poison and they killed people. Usually we assume the poison is slow, but I figured since we're sharing these this evening, I'd better test more to hopefully get poisoned faster so we'd know...

The Musical

We FIIIINALLY found out what the school musical is, after confusingness and stuff.

It's Annie! (Jr.) (which means abridged a lot a lot)

I don't know what songs they are leaving in or taking out, but I want a lead. I'm attention-starved and need validation.

Auditions in a couple of weeks. I must prepare.

Thanksgiving

Yesterday I played with a football (the American kind). No, I certainly didn't play football. I played with that football and had no idea what I was doing.

And I played sausage. All you say is sausage. Someone tries to make you laugh.
"How do you get your hair like that?"
"...Sausage."
"And those strange lumps?"
".........Sausage."
"Moriarty isn't a man, he's a..."
"Sausage!"

I also played Moods.

Good times with family. And alone.

Memoir Time

 Winter has come to Utah, (but soon will be gone) and snow covers the ground. This time of year always gets me thinking about one of my first experiences with snow . . .

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named me. Both my mother and father had a job, so since I was not yet in school, I would go to daycare every day. In the fall we would play on the playground, and on special days in October or November, the adults would rake up the leaves from the great big trees outside into a great big pile, and the children would take turns jumping into the pile. Being but wee lads and lassies, the pile seemed all the larger to the us, and it was great fun for all.

But when all the leaves had fallen, been raked, jumped in, and disposed of, autumn came to a close and winter arrived. And with it came snow. I was but three or four years old, and snow was a wonderful thing, a thing of which I had little recollection. On the first day of daycare and snow, I couldn't wait to play outside. All of the children were restless, and when we got the opportunity to play outside, we all ran out to turn a smooth white blanket into something not so smooth. (yeah, I don't know what to do with that sentence)

Though this seemed my first experience with snow, I was glad to have an all-knowing and wise sister of five or six years old who, before going to school that morning, had taught me how to make a snow-angel. I made snow angels all over that lawn, or at least three. After our recess was over, the children went inside to stop snow off of boots and remove coats. I didn't have any snow-pants and my regular pants were soaked, but I didn't care. I had had some amazing fun, and I regretted nothing. But  then the lady who ran the daycare, Mrs. Incharge, I shall call her, came up to me.

"Your pants are soaking!" She said.

I looked at my pants. Yes, they were.

"You look like you've wet your pants."

(I can't remember if that's actually what she said, but it was something along those lines, and typing it up, I see that that was an extremely immature thing for Mrs. Incharge to say)

Being three, I was recently potty-trained, and I quite resented that statement. I had been working hard, and did not deserve to be accused of something I didn't do. I was downright offended! I explained to her that I had been playing in the snow, and it was water, not pee, covering my pants. I was insistent that she understand that I was perfectly continent. She knew I was wet because of the snow, but she kept saying that I looked like I had peed my pants, and if I wanted to play in the snow I had to wear snow-pants.

Thus ends the tale of why I wear snow-pants.

Shakespeare Festival

I went to Shakespeare Festival. And I have no awesome pictures to show you, but if Austin will send me some derp pictures he took of me, I will be happy to share with you.
I'm not vain.
Or photogenic.

On Thursday, I went to my first period class because I live close to the school and figured, why not? Less make-up work. So I went to science. I took a quiz. And then. Ohhh, then. I walked out the door. I walked to the seminary building. I walked passed the seminary building. And I kept walking. In the middle of the street, 'cause that's what I like to do when there are no cars. And don't think I was sluffing, because I was excused for all of Thursday and Friday.

I got home and finished packing. We left to go to the other school where I would be loading the bus.

*Complicated-ish story: I'm on the Shakespeare team for another Jr. High. A bit bothersome, but I love it.

I got my stuff out of the car, and went over and hugged my buds. My mom got to stay, too, because she was chaperoning. (coolest chaperone) The bus came, we loaded set and props and personal stuff, and we set off. The bus ride was not the most pleasant, but there was fun stuff.
Drawing fruit on hands. Writing Mad-libs. Filling them in. Wishing the music wasn't so loud and nasty.
But it was fun.

We got to SUU and toured. I can't really remember Thursday that much. But that was the beginning of a great adventure in my life.

Thursday, Friday, and Saturday were filled with jokes, learning, gallivanting, acting, and some dancing. Unfortunately I left my brain home, so for some of the time, I had the mindset of a tired toddler.
"Do you want to do this?"
"No."
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know."
"How about this?"
"Not that."

Isn't it nice that these people put up with me?

Things I learned:
-I hate swimming pools
-Improv is all about character and reactions
-Sleep is important
-Coffee doesn't smell so bad when you're in good company. But you can still sing about how dreadful it is
-It's not fun running from lower to upper campus in a dress

Thanks to people for carrying stuff for me, and it's very nice when that there are people who will run all around a college campus to get me weaponry. And thanks to Carilyn for putting up with me being obnoxious at one in the morning telling stupid jokes.

Many more things happened. But I shan't disclose them all, because I really need to do my homework right now . . . ;)

Procrastinatory Update on my Life

Procrastinatory (pro-cras-tin-a-tor-e) n: "I have homework . . . I think I'll post stuff on my blog!"

Thursday will mark the beginning of a great adventure. A great adventure indeed. For Thursday is the day the Shakespeare team will go to Cedar City for the Shakespeare Festival. I shall perform and be judged. I shall learn and play. Thursday will mark an epoch in my life. It is the climax of this story. This story of how I became an obnoxious thespian.

"Obnoxious?"

Obnoxious. As in, quoting Shakespeare more often than most people. Half of my conversations include, 'that reminds me of something we did in Shakespeare,' 'We did this really funny thing at the Renaissance Faire,' 'I wish I were in that musical,' and of course, overly dramatic reactions to things. This is obnoxious.

Tomorrow we will get our team jackets. Pictures will be posted. (I hope)

I got a dramatic monologue and was told it was comedic. So I tried to make it comedic. Then there was this part about death. So now it really is dramatic.

1000 Page-views

This blog just recently reached 1000 page-views! :O Though I'm pretty sure that a large percentage of these views belonged to me, this is still a pretty special milestone. (shniffle)

I saw this last night:

And spazzed out a bit. Now we are over 1000. How special.

Freshman Adventures

Though I am still in the Jr. High, I am a freshman, and I am having adventures.

~Going to a newly-built school
~Preferring the old one
~Working on THREE monologues
~Finding money in the road
~Friend duct taping himself to a bench
~Showing off
~Taking honors classes (duh)
~Taking almost every extra credit opportunity even though I am an A student
~Wanting shoes
~Ruining friends' appetites at lunch
~Scaring random people (on accident)
~Not taking choir (mild regret)
~I could totally star in the musical that my old school is doing. Not that I know what that is . . .

Well, now that I've got that all written out, it doesn't seem like much of an adventure. But it feels like one.

Start Salivating . . .

. . . now.

Pretzel + Nutella. You're welcome.

School

It began on Tuesday. I feel that the color I would use to describe my summer is greyish-brown. It did, of course, have lovely specks and drips of awesome colors, but my summer was not well spent. I resolve to do better next year.

In wasting a majority of my summer being a lump, I was not prepared for school, and all of the stuff that was dumped upon me. But now I think I am. I'm getting into school mode.

Such stuff I could type. Such stuff I shan't type. Such pictures I have taken, and neglected to take. Such such-ness.

Hipster

Youth Conference

Last Friday and Saturday I went to my very first....

YOUTH CONFERENCE!

But it was a ward conf., and we didn't have an over-nighter, so the Beehives and Deacons were aloud to go. Call me a jerk, but if I have to wait, everyone should have to wait. >_> But I had a good time with my youngish friends.

Day 1- SLC Temple Square, and the Humanitarian Center

This is my sister

Day 2- The Devil's Kitchen in Payson Canyon, and some lake in a place.
I must say, driving in a canyon is the WORST. :P I get a bit carsick.... but no mishaps. And Devil's Kitchen is cool.
But my favoritest part was at the lake. Rope swings, baby.

The Goggie

My sister's 16th birthday was on Wednesday. All her life, she has wanted a pet dog, but hasn't had one. My mom said when we got a house of our own, we could get a dog. We moved to a new house and lived here for a year, still without a dog. So for her birthday, Suzie got a dog.

For some time now, she has also wanted to get a pie in the face. I made her a super amazing chocolate cream pie to throw in her face when she got home from work, but when she got home, she had a doggie, so I had to wait to throw the pie in her face. :( But it was done!

And Then...

...Rain. Now we can breath, and it's not so dry.

Up next in Nature vs. Humans: Mudslides

Fire

When I grow up and have children, I can tell my children I survived the apocalypse. Like a BOSS.

That second picture there, when I look that direction, I can usually see mountains...

It's not really the apocalypse, there are just fires all around. None too close to where I live, but it's snowing ash. And it smells dreadful.

And the pictures didn't get it very well, but it's all yellow-y outside.

Wild Parties

When invited to a birthday party, make sure you know who will be there. One must be careful not to attend parties where 'questionable things' occur.

Actually, this was just a party for six-year-olds. I was being a helper for one of the games.

Dang . . .

I missed a ShowChoir performance. With only twenty people, and specific dance formations, it's easy to tell when someone's missing. >_> I stayed home from school because I feel lame today, but today we were performing during second and third period. I hope it didn't look stupid.

Finally

I have been wanting to write and illustrate a picture book, but for weeks, I could not think of a plot of any sort.

And then I could.

But I shan't tell you.

Yes, That Moon Landing

Me: "Grandma, did you see the moon landing?"
Grandma: "What?"
Me: "The moon landing. In '69."
Grandma: "That doesn't ring a bell . . . "
Me: "Well, um, NASA got some men, and they landed on the moon..."
Grandma: "Oh, that."

Great Golly-Gosh

I might go to a Piano Guys concert tonight. *o*

They are two awesome people who play piano and cello songs on YouTube. And, I might add, they have an amazing cinematographer. Check it out! (<This is a link that you cannot see)

Tee hee hee, I can't waaaaiiiiitt.

Okay Then.

Suzie: "Don't play with the facial hair in the bathroom, it's mine."

Things to Remember

It's okay to pet your friend's bubblegum pink ears hat while they're wearing it.
Stupid is a mean word.
Exhale for thirty seconds. .-.
Dance in the rain, because in Utah, it don't come often.
No matter how annoying it is, in the scheme of things, someone saying 'nucular' will not kill the world.
Neither will something like 'Your supposed to pay attention to spelling and grammar.'
It's okay to say neither with an i and often with a t.
Don't stay up too late watching British telly shows.
Go to church.

The Stalker

In the pot.

Pet Beds

My mom had a brilliant idea for homemade pet beds today.

You need:
~Old pillows (or new ones, if you're that kind of person)
~Fleece throws (again, old or new; old is cheaper)
~Needle or sewing machine, and thread

Basically, you just sew the fleece throws into pillow cases for your old pillows. For average-sized throws and average-sized pillows, fold the throw in half hamburger-style, then hamburger again, and sew two of the adjacent sides shut, leaving one open. (this makes enough sense to me, but if it doesn't to you, you know I love comments and questions) Insert pillow, and you've got yourself a cat/dog/pig/whatever bed. :)

Hoorah!!

Introducing, the newest member of the family, Bryn!

Though her name is Bryn, no one seems to call her that because the name doesn't roll off the tongue at all. She's just called kitty.

Exhausting

Show Choir has begun.

Rehearsals for the school musical have also begun. That means on a usual school day, I'm at school from 6:55 am to 5:30 pm. Ugh.

But it is all very wonderful. I've always wanted to be in a musical, and I'm sure that Show Choir will get easier.

When it gets overwhelming, I just zone out. ^^

Gotta love zoning out.

The End and the Beginning

Well, first semester of this year is over. 

On Tuesday, I shall have new classes and new experiences.

I feel kind of empty to know that my Drama 1 class is over, but at least I am in the school musical.

Also, ShowChoir begins.

It's kind of scary, the prospect of that much dancing, but I hope to make friends and have fun.

Much too late to back out now.

It is at 7:00 every morning, which is almost scarier than the dancing.

Play!

Last night, I had the wonderful opportunity to be in a mini-play! =D I had a smallish part, which made me unhappy, but I made sure to make it a marvelous minor role.

Our play was called Mere Mirror, which is a sort of parody of Snow White, like what happened while Snow White was living with dwarves. I got to be the huntsman, which was awkward, because I was the only girl out of forty or so who was playing a guy. But it was also good, because I didn't have to wear as much stage makeup, or a dress. (though sometimes I like to wear a dress)

Here are some pictures that my mom took:

Me adjusting my hat (you can see the queen's hand [queen played by Beanie] on my right; she was walking around me)

Me playing with my pickle jar and watching the queen get arrested (behind me are the queen's serving girls[I think that's Chelsea, Paige, and Whitney])

Fun facts!
-I think I was one of the only girls there who didn't know how to put on the stage makeup
-My character was comic relief
-My character was the only member of castle staff who didn't have to wear a bag on my head

Cracker Nachos

I'm sure you've all had nachos before, because they are tasty. But have you had cracker nachos? NO! I'll bet* you have not.

*no I won't

How to make them:
-Get crackers
-Get cheese
-Put cheese on crackers
-Get meat (optional)
-Put meat on crackers
-Get various spices (cumin, taco seasoning, red pepper, pizza seasoning, et cetera)
-Get something else if you want it on your cracker nachos
-Put your cracker nachos in the microwave until the cheese makes noise
-Bribe someone with your cracker nachos, or eat them yourself

Review

I haven't posted much, although much has happened/will happen. So, first things first:

For Christmas I got . . .

-way too many holiday socks

-non-holiday socks

-super awesome soft monkey blanket

-camera+accessories

(maybe now I will want to post pictures on my blog, and you people who read this won't have your eyeballs burnt out by lack of pictures)

-chocolate

-squishy noodle thingies

-a life lesson: never tell your sisters that it's okay for them to buy you socks at ShopKo for Christmas

Here we have some pictures that I took with my camera:

My shoe! (without shoelaces, because they broke)

Mr. Pickles! Isn't he adorable?

The very elusive, legendary, 'Suzie'. This secretive creature has never been officially documented, and is terribly hard to photograph. Many people doubt her existence.