so… WOW! that was most awkward experience of my life and that’s saying a lot because i feel like my life is just a string of awkward moments.
marc and i were at target and being the cheap shopper i am noticed there were bras on sale for like $9. that’s such a good deal so i grab like 10 of them and they are.. well.. enormous.. and when you figure there’s like ten mega bras they make quite the pile. so i lug this mountain of braziers into the dressing room where i (for some reason) throw them down and yell in my full white trash mode “yeah, i’m gonna need to try these suckers on!”
right then i look over and lo and behold is utah’s favorite celebrity, the ever innocent david archuleta! yes, that’s right folks. archie knows my bra size. how do i know? because he looked at me (i mean, how could he not after that loud proclamation?) and looked at the everest of undergarms and then back at me… then promptly turned bright red and ran out. yes. i scared him out of the dressing room.
so marc oh so casually follows him out to make sure it really was him — it was — and the poor red-faced boy waited until i was gone to come back in the dressing room.
so that was my awkward moment.
BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!
the next day my brother in law gives me a call and guess who walked into HIS dressing room at burlington coat factory in murray? that’s right! achie hit up two chards in the same day… i kid you not. how crazy is that??
just five more days until marcos and i are officially on our way to the happiest place on earth… our true love— DISNEYLAND! to celebrate our love of this glorious place and share some of our disney trivia and knowledge (we are disney NERDS!) we thought we’d count down the days with posts about our 5 favorite rides…. especially since last time we didn’t tell anyone until we were all the way in cali. :) so this way will be a fun countdown and you can learn some more disney trivia.
so, without further ado, our pick for the fifth best ride in disneyland is…..
Peter Pan’s Flight!
peter pan’s flight is an enchanting journey from moonlit london to the adventurous territory of never land. riders are sprinkled with pixie dust in the children’s bedrooms (the blocks on the floor actually spell out d1sn3y) and peter whisks you away with his cry of “c’mon, everybody— here we go!” then the flying ships soar over a miniature london, through a sea of twinkling stars and on to never land where peter duels with captain hook, tiger lilly is held captive, and hook balances on the crocodile’s nose.
the ride is an original to disneyland as it was there on opening day (july 17, 1955.) this makes the ride extra special in our humble opinions because of how closely walt worked on it. it’s that magic disney touch that makes it such a great ride!
so.. can you tell we like the ride a little much? haha. anyway, so peter pan is a definite classic and is one we’ll be hitting up as often as possible while on our trip. i could go on and on with little facts about it, but i’ll make it shorter and sweeter. haha. so if you do want to know any more just leave me a comment or something. i’d rather talk about disneyland that do homework any day!
oh, and stayed tuned tomorrow for our pick of the fourth best ride at disneyland!
since i’m completely unable to make decisions i figured throwing it out onto the web would be the best way of solving my problem! i need to turn in a picture for my photo class.. no guidelines, just a photo that’s pretty/creative/whatever.
so… my question is… which one is your favorite?
i’d love any and all feedback! even if it’s that all of these suck— i’ll just find something else that’s hopefully better.
so a big thanks to those who respond! :)
it’s a small word at disneyland… i love the contrast and the crazy whismy of this photo…
at a real salt lake game at rio tinto stadium. it was such a beautiful sky!
at newport beach… i just love ruby’s diner out on the pier and catching this surfer was fun.
at the michael bolton concert! this picture was from way out in the audience with no flash or anything… so i was so happy i got a picture that i think turned out pretty well.
ruby’s diner at newport beach. it was a beautiful sunset!
at the john mayer concert. i loved this because the giant screen behind him made this awesome ghostly image behind him… very cool.
also from the john mayer concert… obviously. anyway, taken from the audience— so it was pretty sweet to get a good picture!
anyway, thank you so much for even looking. so if you’re willing to give me some feedback, i’d love it!
last night marc and i were discussing cover songs and what makes them great. the web is crowded with millions of “bad romance” covers where all they do is soulfully sing along to a slow piano version.
that’s not a good cover. that’s just playing a song in slow motion.
a good cover is a complete reinterpretation of the song in your unique style. and if slow motion bad romance is your style, too late. lady gaga herself did it that way, along with every other person and their dog.
we came up with some covers we enjoy:
johnny cash — hurt john mayer— free fallin’ sonic youth — superstar michael bolton — sexual healing jeff buckley/rufus wainwright — hallelujah joe cocker — with a little help from my friends aretha franklin — respect ducky — try a little tenderness
and, of course, the swell season who managed to get this amazing song out of a disco tune. not that disco isn’t fabulous, but that they made a perfect cover song.
a little shout out to a certain mrs. morrison and the sterling scholar program...
because, kids, sterling scholar is worth it and mrs. morrison is the bees knees and the cat's meow.
you know why? because i got a bill the other day for $13,075. yes, you read that right. that's thirteen thousand and seventy-five dollars for one semester.
first, my heart stopped. then my breathing. then i passed out for a while. and then i woke up screaming and staring at those numbers on the bill. thirteen thousand dollars! i can't imagine.
luckily my fears proved to be unnecessary as they'd simply forgot to factor in my scholarship. (i pay $210 a semester for fees and that's it. big difference between that and $13,075.)
but in that moment when all i could think was "i lost my scholarship. what happened?? thirteen thousand dollars. my hell. what am i going to do?" it was awful. i can't imagine spending that kind of money twice a year and i know most everyone at that school is-- whether through their parents, some loans, or some serious grants. but jeez. i couldn't ever do that.
so. that moment of pure fear and panic will hopefully keep my eye on the prize-- keeping my grades high enough to keep this scholarship for the next 2 years. so, in a weird way i'm really glad i had that scare. it's easy to take what i have for granted and get lax with my studies. but this will hopefully scare all that laziness right out of my system because i never want to get a bill like that for real.
and it filled me with gratitude for the opportunity this has given me. westminster is a great school and i'm extraordinarily blessed to be able to attend classes there and receive my education. i don't think i could ever thank mrs. morrison enough for talking me into doing sterling scholar and keeping me motivated through the countless mornings, evenings, class times, and weekends i spent at the school putting together my portfolio. (sorry if this is beginning to sound like an oscar speech...) i just really can't believe how much it all payed off. but seriously. wow. i feel so incredibly blessed and i can't even imagine...
so. moral of the story. do sterling scholar. work your tush off and someday you'll get a little scholarship paper that is worth over $100,000. it's a crazy feeling and it's something that you'll be grateful for the rest of your life. i know that it changed my life. i would have headed down to southern utah and then who knows when or how i would have met marcos or anything....
so... mrs. morrison. thank you. thank you thank you thank you.
(oh... and sorry for the cheese factor that is oozing from this post.)
The moon went slowly down in chastened loveliness; she departed like some sweet bride into her chamber, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars peeped shyly out. Soon, however, they too began to pale before a splendour in the east, and then the quivering footsteps of the dawn came rushing across the new-born blue, and shook the high stars from their places…. From the east to the west sped the angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light with both their hands. On they sped out of the darkness, perfect, glorious, like spirits of the just breaking from the tomb; on, over the quiet sea, over the low coastline, and the swamps beyond, and the mountains above them; over those who slept in peace and those who woke in sorrow; over the evil and the good; over the living and the dead; over the wide world and all that breathes or has breathed thereon.
It’s interesting that my post about the power of words and the beauty to be found in literature has left me speechless. Oh, well. It’s for the best. Anything I could say wouldn’t do the beautiful gems I have found justice.
My point— I can’t stop reading. I’m pulling an updated Rory… walking around campus with an ipod instead of a portable cd player, and instead of 12 books in my backpack I have 138 on my Kindle. (The music, however is the same.) I barely look up to see where I’m walking.
I can’t get enough. It’s like I woke up and suddenly realized just how much is out there I haven’t read— so much I don’t know, so much I haven’t begun to understand— and I can’t wait to devour it. My Kindle is bursting with books I’ve always wanted to read but just never bothered to actually begin. Moby Dick, Persuasion, Anna Karenina, The Scarlet Pimpernel, and so on and so on. A shame, I know. I’m embarrassed to admit I haven’t read them. But that’s the point of this! I will. I am. And I can’t wait!
I don’t even know where to begin… So many great novels, so much classic literature, so many great tales to dive into… So this is where you come in.
What book changed your life? What book had something (from a beautiful line to the moral of the tale or whatever) that moved you? What should I read next?
I don’t care if it’s old and renowned or new and making a splash, just so long as it isn’t the generic Grisham/Roberts/Brown trash that’s churned out every 6 months or so and will sell simply because of the name (who knows why) — So please. Anyone. Family, friends, neighbors, strangers. Send me your suggestions! Meanwhile, here’s a snippet from a book I just finished rereading and reloving. Amazing.
RECENTLY READ AND HIGHLY RECOMMENDED:
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
A summary: Death himself narrates the World War II-era story of Liesel Meminger from the time she is taken, at age nine, to live in Molching, Germany, with a foster family in a working-class neighborhood of tough kids, acid-tongued mothers, and loving fathers who earn their living by the work of their hands. The child arrives having just stolen her first book–although she has not yet learned how to read–and her foster father uses it, The Gravediggers Handbook, to lull her to sleep when shes roused by regular nightmares about her younger brothers death. Across the ensuing years of the late 1930s and into the 1940s, Liesel collects more stolen books as well as a peculiar set of friends: the boy Rudy, the Jewish refugee Max, the mayors reclusive wife (who has a whole library from which she allows Liesel to steal), and especially her foster parents. Zusak not only creates a mesmerizing and original story but also writes with poetic syntax, causing readers to deliberate over phrases and lines, even as the action impels them forward. Death is not a sentimental storyteller, but he does attend to an array of satisfying details, giving Liesels story all the nuances of chance, folly, and fulfilled expectation that it deserves. An extraordinary narrative.–Francisca Goldsmith, Berkeley Public Library, CA
And from the book:
The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.
Earlier, kids had been playing hopscotch there, on the street that looked like oil-stained pages. When I arrived, I could still hear the echoes. The feet tapping the road. The children-voices laughing, and the smiles like salt, but decaying fast.
This time, everything was too late. The sirens. The cuckoo shrieks in the radio. All too late.
Within minutes, mounds of concrete and earth were stacked and piled. The streets were ruptured veins. Blood streamed till it was dried on the road, and the bodies were stuck there, like driftwood after the flood.
They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls.
Was it fate?
Is that what glued them down like that?
Of course not. Let’s not be stupid.
It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.
Yes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth.
Clearly, I see it.
I was just about to leave when I found her kneeling there.
A mountain range of rubble was written, designed, erected around her. She was clutching a book.
So there you have it… A look into this fantastic book. I have many more suggestions, but I desperately need new material. Perhaps you’ll send me some good suggestions and I can return the favor.
Yep, this may be the start of a beautiful friendship.
sleeptalking with marcos... an official transcript from 8/15/2010
m:the scooter doesn't belong at the railroad.
d:well who put it there?
m:some speculate orrin hatch did it.
d:why would he?
d:why would that affect his presidency?
m:have you ever heard of a scarecrow? it's like a human. but instead of skeleton bones it has wires for bones.
d:what does a scarecrow have to do with orrin hatch's scooter at the railroad?
m:it's flimsy........ ahhhhh. remember hiroshima! i feel like an atomic latino.
d:honey. why do you feel like a bomb?
m:why does anyone? why do we sleep? why do we eat? questions come from the heart of your soul's dragon. now you know that.
d:when did you discover your souls dragon?
m:usually.... what is that noise?
d:it's your soul's dragon.
m:no, he doesn't come out until 3..... you're a partiot. a patriot of the lizard king.
m:NO! O. Hatch.
d:hey, don't drool on me.
m:the word drool is like the chardonnay of rich people's hearts. (pause) have you ever picked up a slippery watermelon? it's like an oversized jelly belly. it just slips and falls to the ground and all the kids laugh. (sirens ring outside) ahhhh! what is happening out there? chicago! chicago!!
d:you never told me what happened in chicago... not once!
m:infamous. stuttering. (in "the office" stanley style:) did i stutter? did i stutter? did i stutter? did i stutter? (puts legs in air) do the mamba dance! (slumps and falls back asleep)
d:marcos? hello? marcos! are you dead?
m:i didn't die! i wouldn't die. i'd be in the grave first. not on my deadbed. no. deathbed. deadbed? deathbed? (lifts up head and give me a little smile and sings:) weeeeeeeelcome to our world! weeeeeeeeeeelcome to our world! (face transforms into a terrifying sneer and he yells) LET ME PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE!! (giggles sweetly and tries to hug me.)
m:(looking at our polka dotted sheets) ahhhh polka dots. my heart hurts for polka dots. they're all together and then someone breaks them up into separate little dots and people sleep and drool and little kids urinate on them. that's no life for polka dots. (suddenly claps feet in air and yells) i am marky phelps on top of the world's tallest diving board! (lays back down, wakes up, and has no recollection of the past conversation.)
“Tolerance obviously requires a non-contentious manner of relating toward one another’s differences. But tolerance does not require abandoning one’s standards or one’s opinions on political or public policy choices. Tolerance is a way of reacting to diversity, not a command to insulate it from examination.”—Elder Oaks, courtesy of Mr. Gabriel Chard
i have a serious problem. i have too many clothes.
this probably doesn’t seem like a problem. i mean, it’s better to be overdressed than naked, right? modesty aside, i don’t like being the person with a million things that get shoved into my closet and only worn once in a blue moon.
first, that’s an expensive habit. even though i buy cheapies (it’s hard to resist a $10 shirt at forever 21) those purchases really add up. second, i’m addicted to shopping and i think i’m far to “i want! i need! i have to have!” rather than just appreciating what i have already. i don’t like that. it’s materialistic and self centered.
in order to appreciate what i have, to make smarter shopping choices so when i do need something it’s a something i will rewear often, and to have a better handle on what i need vs what i want, i am challenging myself kendi style.
for the next month, i will only wear 30 items. this means everything— tops, bottoms, jackets, and shoes. i will also ban myself from shopping because the last thing i need is more stuff.
i realize 30 items is a lot of clothing to choose from… i mean, 30 items can be an entire closet. if that’s you, then give yourself a pat on the back and a cookie, because you’ve got it all figured out and you didn’t ever have to attempt a shopping ban/recovery.
but for those of you who are like me or who just want to force themselves to be more creative with what you have…. then i’m inviting you to take this on with me. it doesn’t have to be 30 for 30—- you can do 10 for 10 or 15 for 15 or a wildcard like 20 for 12 or something. but seriously! i think it’ll be fun.
just think— you’ll become so good at remixing pieces you’ll never wear the same outfit more than once again (even without new clothes), you’ll become a smarter shopper because you’ll learn what is versatile, and just think how much money you’ll save and how much less laundry you’ll have!
anyway, here’s the rules:
use 30 pieces to make 30 outfits. (or whatever number you choose)
shoes are included, accessories are not.
no shopping for a month.
do it in 30 days or skip some days and make it 300, it’s up to you.
workout clothes, pajamas, etc don’t count. (no pressure to go to the gym in your carefully selected work clothes and heels.)
so there you have it! pretty simple right? i think it sounds fun. and if you don’t, then head on over to kendieveryday who started this whole thing and is just finishing up her second 30 for 30 along with her loyal readers who also participated. just see how many beautiful outfits she’s made out of this.
seriously, her outfits are completely adorable and she has detailed pictures of her 30 choices as well as tips from what she’s learned. check it out, feel inspired, and do this with me! we’ll send each other pictures (or post them on here, we’ll see) and have a party at the end.
i’m serious about this ladies.
mia. wendy. marcela. jeanne. erica. melissa. abby. emily. amy. alora. jenny. kate. danielle. anyone who is reading this.
are you in? just shoot me a text or email or comment or anything and i’ll give you hugs and kisses!
we’ll start soon, so start picking out your outfits! (it’s easier than you think!) and if you need some suggestions/tips/examples, check out kendi’s post on what she learned and her choices.
he has been one of my very favorite artists since freshman year. i still remember the first time i heard him… i was driving (well, technically riding as i was 14) along morgan valley drive. the sun was setting, the summer air was cool, the windows were down, and the piano was blasting. i’ve loved him ever since.
marcos and i were lucky enough to see him in concert recently. i was able to see him once before at saltair, but this concert was on the completely opposite end of the spectrum as he played deer valley with the symphony. despite the refined (and somewhat stuffy) air of the place, ben was of course still ben and was irreverent as always (which led a lot of the symphony’s older season ticket holders to make a run for it early) but the music we heard was unparalleled. there is no one quite like ben folds. (there are also a lot of side notes.)
anyway, during the concert he spoke a lot about his recent collaboration with author nick hornby. it’s been driving me NUTS trying to place this guy. i finally figured it out abut 2 minutes ago and i’m so excited i could scream.
nick hornby wrote ‘an education.’ BOOOOM. aw yeah!! (in case you forgot, i’m obsessed.) not only that, but he did ‘about a boy.’
so there you have it. the writer of some of my favorite movies with one of my very favorite musicians. bring it on.
(sidenote— ben always works with cool people. weird al and william shatner, anyone?)
so… what i want to know….
how do you feel about ben folds? and are you excited for this new album?
“When this girl at the art museum asked me whom I liked better, Monet or Manet, I said, “I like mayonnaise.” She just stared at me, so I said it again, louder. Then she left. I guess she went to try to find some mayonnaise for me.”—Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey (give me some candy)