Unimaginiative

I have no original thoughts. 

LISTS

I frequently exclaim about how I'm morally opposed to things. People think I'm just being funny but I truly am morally opposed to really quite arbitrary things:

Red Box

Zumba

Dwarves

Other people named Aubrey

Leaving Tips at places besides restaurants

Drinks with calories

K-Swiss

Regular Hershey's Kisses

Steve Nash

Lactose Intolerance

Chris Cornell
Zupas

Selling Plasma
People above age 12 saying "Let's play"

PJ Pants in public

My Imaginary Husbands:

Daniel-Day Lewis

Prince Harry

Brandon Flowers

Rivers Cuomo

Captain Von Trapp

Rufus Wainwright
Edward Norton

Reasons & Vanity

I want a boy to want to date me for these reasons:
He likes my shoes
He enjoys my Goodreads profile
I'm good at volleyball
I'm very clean
When I bake, it's good stuff
He likes my hair

My Favorite Images

Grow Up

I'm morally opposed to those one-piece-footed-pajamas.
Grow up people. You are 20+ years old.
ESPECIALLY stop wearing them in public to be funny, that's just gross and uncomfortable.

I think Diet Coke makes my hair not grow.

I Got 2 Turn Tables & A Microphone

Where it's at

You know it

You know it's PMS when you get in bed with a king size snickers bar.

And that is not some kind of euphemism.

RANT

OKAY WE GET IT STOP WRITING COMPLAINTS ABOUT PEOPLE SPELLING You're Yore Their There It's Its WRONG! NO ONE CARES AND IT'S 2012 AND WE ALL LIVE ON THE INTERNET AND WE ALL HAVE SMART PHONES OR IPADS OR WHATEVER AND WE DON'T TYPE ANYTHING CORRECTLY AND I HATE YOU ALL FOR COMPLAINING VIA YOUR FB STATUS ALL THE DANG TIME.

If I Marry A Smith

It's pathetic how often I crack myself up.
And my daughter would be Emma Louisa Smith

Bars, Beats, Battlestar Galactica

I bought pretty much one of every flavor of these Odwalla bars from WinCo (Heaven on Earth) because they are such a good deal at $0.78 each. They make sense calorie, fiber, and protein wise and the flavors sound good.
Well research, as performed my me and my tastebuds, shows that these are not worth it for me. Some people love them though.
I almost ALMOST liked the Lemon Ginger but it had a weird aftertaste that did not leave me wanting more. I just ate a dark chocolate walnut - it was bland.
The Protein one has been the worst. I've got Orange Cranberry left, Berries GoMega, Choco-Walla, Superfood & Strawberry Pomegranate. I'm assuming they will all be bad - but hey, it's good to have in my desk for when I'm hungry.

I'll just have to stick with the $0.98 LaraBars (in Cherry Pie flavor only)
yum yum

Blue Velvet

I want a big butt & a leather jacket.

Lana Del Rey

My mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No fixed personality, just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.

Nona

My grandma died today and when I found out I didn't even cry. I just got in the shower.
Then I went to church and thought of nothing else.
I texted my mom all during church - about other things though - missions and my nieces.

Then my dad called - since I'm too chicken to call my mom - and told me the details.
And finally I just texted my mom and told her I can't call her today because now I can't stop crying.
Geeze.

Tears dry on their own.

Fun Fact:
In Argentina they don't embalm people - so they must be buried withing 24 hours.
So when your daughter lives in Texas, there is no way for her to get there for your funeral.

The Family: Henry B. Eyring

We must have the goal not just in our minds but in our hearts. What we want is eternal life in families. We don't just want it if that is what works out, nor do we want something approaching eternal life. We want eternal life, whatever its cost in effort, pain, and sacrifice. Whenever we are tempted to make eternal life our hope instead of our determination, we might think of a building I took a look at a few weeks ago...

For some of us, the test in the schoolroom of mortality will be to want marriage and children in this life with all our hearts, but to have it delayed or denied. Even such a sorrow can be turned to a blessing by a just and loving Father and his Son, Jesus Christ. No one who strives with full faith and heart for the blessings of eternal life will be denied. And how great will be the joy and how much deeper the appreciation then after enduring in patience and faith now.

 A young woman might prepare for a career incompatible with being primarily responsible for the nurture of her children because of the possibilities of not marrying, of not having children, or of being left alone to provide for them herself. Or she might fail to focus her education on the gospel and knowledge of the world that nurturing a family would require, not realizing that the highest and best use she could make of her talents and her education would be in her home. Because a young man and woman had planned to take care of the worst, they might make the best less likely.

 Income five dollars and expenses six dollars: misery. Income four dollars and expenses three dollars: happiness (see Charles Dickens, David Copperfield, chapter 12).

If you wish to get rich, save what you get. A fool can earn money; but it takes a wise man to save and dispose of it to his own advantage. Then go to work, and save everything, and make your own bonnets and clothing. [JD 11:301]

http://speeches.byu.edu/?act=viewitem&id=777

Pathetic Realization

I like TV, Movies, the AM Radio, Books, Spotify, Magazines, Twitter, Facebook, (actually I don't like Twitter), musicals, Lord of the Rings, YouTube (actually I hate YouTube), Tumblr, Drudge Report, Music videos, Blogstocking, etc.
Well
I've come to the most pathetic realization. Of all my emotional connections with the above listed forms of media (social, or otherwise)..... I realized today while walking to the refrigerator that I'm most emotionally connected with the characters of Sex and the City.

I'm Miranda and isn't that AWFUL.
Lawyer/Law Student
Red Head/Lover of Red Heads
sarcastic witty B/just a sarcastic B
She marrys a shorter man/I love shorter men
No Nonsense/impatient about other people's nonsense that isn't mine
Decided not to have an abortion/would never ever have an abortion

gross.
But mostly, it's gross how emotionally connected I am with them. Especially the very last scene of the episode Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda - still makes me cry thinking about it. And it wouldn't make anyone crying that only watched that episode, but someone who had seen it all, and understood the emotions right there between Miranda and Charlotte just murder me.
Also - the one where Burger leaves the post-it not to break up with Carrie. Oy.

I'm sorry. I can't. Don't hate me.

 
Carrie sucks.
Except not her hair.
Or most of her clothes.
Or how she eats saltines in little stacks with jam in between them - that's pretty cute.

I hate these emotions.

"It wasn't logic, it was love."

-Carrie Bradshaw. oy, again.

AND CHARLOTTE MARRY'S A JEW!

Doctor Who?

Wow. You know you're crazy when you are reading some article for school and you can't stop thinking of the fact that this guy wrote that this result reminded him of Doctor Who.

National Ewan McGregor Appreciation Day

Every day I think that there should be one of these. Forget National - it should be worldwide.

Best Thing

To come home, get on facebook, and see that I have this message.... out of no where

Necessary Evil #4

Lotion.
Necessary is the best world to describe lotion.
Evil - the second best.

Put them together that there ya go.

Never Have I Ever

been set up on a date!

i've run into this same old quasi-friend (acquaintance?) 3 times this past week.

he's married and getting his MBA at byu.

he said today (unprovoked), when we ran into each other and chatted again "oh i should set you up with one my MBA buddies, there are lots of single guys."

how does this quasi-friend finally decide to something so nice for me, when all my close friends and families and people who should really care about me never do the same thing?

i hope it all pans out, but if not, at least it occurred to him

i think that is my greatest trouble as a girl wanting a guy --- i don't occur to people

anyways. i'm at the library and falling asleep. i should go home but.... i like my candy drawer in my carell too much.

Tears Dry On Their Own

I have the best niecies.

Words

“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.” 
― Rudyard Kipling

Do you want to make me fall in love with you. Sometimes all you need to do (along with being an attractive man) is use certain little words. The truth of the matter is I'm not always even sure what words are going to set my heart aflutter.
A sweet young looking boy in my class (he looks like he fell off a San Diego beach) told me he liked my blouse today.
Blouse.
My blouse.
I mean, it was the perfect way to describe it. It's not a shirt, it's fancier, (but not like fancy fancy, it's my Cinco de Mayo embroidered hippy blouse) so it's not like he said anything unexpected. But just the word blouse coming from my cute little classmate just made me fall a little bit in love with him.

If he's just said "I like your shirt" I'd still be flattered, but the word blouse just smote me. I'm drugged.

It's A Good Day On Drudge

Let's keep talking about Game of Thrones
Even though I knew that Boramir was going to die in the first season I still cried.
Why? Because he also died in the first movie of LOTR. That's just his role. Plus I accidentally looked at IMDB and saw that he was only in 10 episodes.

Why did I cry though?
Because he looked up and saw his daughter, Arya, and his face transformed in a wave of saddness. And then when he looked again and she was gone from the statue he looked lost. Also, I think I like Sansa now. Her hair is simply  too interestingly unsimple for me not to like her.

dire wolf

Listen. If you are really attractive, and you have a brother who is also very attractive, it's inevitable that I'm going to fall in love the both of you.

Context Clues

I love context clues & adverbs.

I was reading a book and saw the word "rue". 

I knew what it meant, not only from context clues of that sentence, but from this line in the Phantom of the Opera. "You will rue the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you."

Why I brought up adverbs - no real reason - I just immensely appreciate them. 

My 90s Fool Running iPod

I cherish my running iPod that hasn't been updated since my laptop broke in 2008.

Friday I left on a jog with my dog Coco. Two minutes down the street and we came across a yard full of chickens running amok. (Amok, Amok, Amok, Amok) Coco went nuts and I ran home to leave her and grab my mom so we could knock on the door and inform the chicken owners of their escapees. The chickens were gone and so was my chance to spend time alone with my iPod since now my mom was with me. We just went on a mom walk. So Saturday when it came time to go on a run I was glad to get a half an hour of my music.

SHUFFLE SO KINDLY GAVE ME:
Arctic Monkeys - Still Take you Home
Muse - Intro
Muse - Unintended
The Presidents of the United States of America - Peaches
Black Eyed Peas - Pump It
Brand New - The No Seatbelt Song (skipped for slowness)
The Killers - Change Your Mind
The Fray - Heaven Forbid (skipped for boringness)
The Beastie Boys - Time To Get Ill
Hello Goodbye - Two Weeks In Hawaii (skipped for boringness)
Gomez - See The World (skipped for slowness)
Abba - Voulez Vous (I anxiously await Abba to pop up on Shuffle. Unfortunately I cannot simply listen to Abba whilst running because it makes me dance-run and my calves start hurting after 3 songs)
Nine Inch Nails - Head Like A Hole (skipped for the 13th AoF)
The Flaming Lips - Ego Tripping At The Gates of Hell (skipped halfway for slowness)
Gnarles Barkley - Transformer
Arctic Monkeys - Riot Van
Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved

Fall 2012

Context Clues

I love this quote alone. Forget the rest of the conversation.

But seriously, instagram is quite a catalyst to make me resent babies. And almost frozen yogurt even.

Tomorrow, I'll love ya, tomorrow

I might not go into work because

a) I have 11 vacation days left & my last day of work is July 31 (11 work days away)

b) President Obama is going to be in town. (read: traffic)

c) I'm feeling a "widdle tick" as my friend Austin said before he graduated from speech class

d) I want to watch Flight of the Conchords all day long

Financial Aid

I'm glad I didn't have to deal with it this year. 

Meanwhile, I applied to the wrong school --- http://fashionlawinstitute.com/about

More on Vowing

Until I move Vows:
     a) read my scriptures every day (and every day after July hopefully, but hey, start small you know)
     b) make a eye doctor appointment & adderol & car
     c) don't buy any more clothes


School Vows:
     a) get all As
     a) marriage vows 
     a) never ever ever write about law school on Facebook, ever

The Vow

June Vow to myself: accomplished!
I DID NOT USE ANY HEAT ON MY HAIR THE ENTIRE MONTH!

I did not blow dry, straighten, or curl my hair at all.
Sometimes I hated how it looked letting it air dry, especially on Sunday for church (the one day I usually like to get all dolled up), but alas! earwax. I made it.

I'm reluctant to make this same vow for July because I fear I might crack and I'd hate to break a promise to myself.

Tacos

What I'm eating currently: tacos.

5 of my last 8 meals have been tacos.
I'm having pasta salad for lunch but I think dinner might be tacos again.
I'm obsessed.

New York City: This is a Journal Entry

The point of a secret blog - writing things I should keep in a journal. So allons-y!

NYC
Day 1: Travel
Morning travel was nice. Picked up Mandy and we listened to Newsies on the drive in. Delta was great.
We took a van to Grand Central Station. Good choice. I love driving through Brooklyn instead of subways where you miss everything. At one point we were somewhere in Queens and I saw the most absurd thing. Right there in the middle of everything was "The Delta Aviation High School". A huge garage in the middle of the city with 7 or so jets. I loved it.
 This is the view from the street

thanks google images

Day 1: Eat
Mediocre overpriced restaurant. NBD. I forgot it's name even.

Day 1: EVITA

so much happiness

So, Evita (the musical, not the lady Eva Duarte Peron) has my whole heart and soul. I've listened the the Broadway soundtrack forever. Don't Cry For Me Argentina is not even my favorite song. I love High Flying Adored best on that soundtrack. Then I saw the movie and boy howdy was I blown away. I like that soundtrack even better than the original Broadway one. Though, they do have their different strong points. For instance, Antonio is great at the beginning scene Oh What a Circus while original Broadway man's voice makes High Flying Adored speak to your soul. The best thing out of all Evita's is the movie Waltz of Eva & Che scene.

Now Evita that I saw on Broadway was great. It was funny because Ricky Martin did not sing with an accent. He was straight American sounding while Evita herself (played by an Argentine) had a thick Argentine accent. I hadn't heard that before ever and it took some getting used to. But in the end, the show brought me to tears. I loved it. It was wonderful to see in on stage finally. BUT I have to say, the way the story works, it's better as a movie. They couldn't make the scenes of Argentina and the masses of Descamisados really come to life. They did their best, no doubt, but the way the story is, it's better as a movie.

Day 1: Dessert

Max Brenner. If I could chose how I go, it'd be death by chocolate so naturally, I loved this place.

Day 2: Run in Central Park

I'd be the most active person alive if I lived near this park. It is beyond measure the greatest place I've ever jogged in my entire life. Shaded and with lots of distractions. People in groups doing spirit fingers, people in groups tanning, people in groups fencing, people in groups doing boot camp.... the list goes on and on and on and on.

Day 2: Lady Liberty

Amanda's first time in NYC
She had to at least see it
My hair looks chewed on, it's fine

Day 2: Chinatown

The girls haggled with the chinamen to get cheap LV purses. I was hungry and that usually causes crankiness so I purchased $10 worth of fruit. Cherries, black berries, China cakes & Coconut Water.

Cherries - outstanding

Blackberries - pretty good and oh so cheap

Cakes - good but forgettable

Coconut water - disgusting beyond reason, but I drank like half

Day 2: NEWSIES

Be still my soul. This was the best thing I've ever ever ever seen on stage. The sets were brilliant. The dancing was fantastic. LOVE. The best part too, was being with a NYC pro at this show we learned where to linger to meet the cast. I wish we'd known this for Ricky.

Day 2: Brooklyn Pizza

Grimaldis. We raced there to get it before it closed. It lived up to the hype.

Day 3: Shop til I Dropped

Same old story.

Day 3: Crumbs Cupcake
blahhhh to say the least

Day 3: Travel home

A taxi to the airport & a decent flight home.

Laundry.

Where Did My Blog Title Come From?

woke up quick, at about noon
just thought that i had to be in compton soon
i gotta get drunk 'fore the day begins
before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
about to go and damn near went blind
young niggaz  on the path throwin up gang signs
i went in the house to get the clip
with my mack 10 on the side of my hip
i bailed outside and i pointed my weapon
just as i thought the fools kept steppin
i jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
i got front back, and side to side
then i let the alpine play
i was pumping new shit by NWA
it was gangsta gangsta at the top of the list
then i played my own shit, it went somethin' like this
cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
i went to the park to get the scoop
knuckleheads out there cold, shootin some hoop
a car pulls up, who can it be
it's a fresh El Camino rollin kilo G
he rolls down the window and he startes to say
its all about making that GTA
cause the boys in the hood are always hard
you come talkin that trash, we'll pull your card
knowing nothing in life but to be legit
don't quote me boy cause i ain't said shit

bored as hell and i wanna get ill
so i go to a place where my homeboys chill
the fellas out there trying to make that dolla
i pulled up in the 6 fo' impala
greet me wit a 40 and i start drinkin
and from the 8 ball, my breath starts stinkin
i gotta get my girl to rock that body
before i left, i hit the bacardi
pulled to the house, get her out of the pad
then the bitch said something to make me mad
she said somethin that i couldnt believe
so i grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
she started talkin shit, wouldnt you know
i reached back like a pimp, and i slapped a hoe
and her father stood up and he started to shout
so i threw a right cross and knocked his old-ass out
cause the boys in the hood are always hard
you come talkin that trash, we'll pull your card
knowing nothing in life but to be legit
don't quote me boy cause i ain't said shit 

punk ass trippin' but it's alright

homie scored a key, he's gonna fly, punkass, fly

2 Girls, A.D., A Tiny Dell Laptop, and A Twin Bed

B's Laugh

How Could I Not, Really?

Humidity Makes Running Verra Hard

Welcome to the 90s Mister Bonks

Welcome to 2012

Dulces

"I'm so cool, but I never go on any dates. I'm just gonna go eat chocolate."
-What boys think us girls think.

#RadioEdit

Today I'm thankful for Spotify and Dr. DRE's 2001 album completely edited.

I'm in one of those funks where I cannot really concentrate on work, reading, or anything really. I'm just sitting here staring at the wall listening to one of my favorite albums BUT without the swear words.
Once upon a time I gave up horrific music (like gangster rap & Rage Against The Machine) but sometimes I just want to dip my toes back in it again. Which is bad. But at least this is *clean*.

And a little rant: I'm sick of statement necklaces. How much of a statement can they make if you wear one every week?

Thoughts

a)                 iBooks is easier to use than Kindle for iPad.

secondolvy) Yesterday was 1.5 years since Greg died & all I can think is:

"Okay, we did it.
 We got through it. We suffered. We mourned.
But we're really ready to have Greg back."
:(

Threeve)       $Texas.

IV)                I may have found an apartment in Utah.

5)                  Today is exactly 2 yrs since I started at this law firm.

Seis)             Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco, cinco.

Lucky #7)      I've started doing my hair in low side & back buns.

It's funny how my hair goes through phases where one certain style (on days that I don't feel like doing it) just works so well with absolutely no effort.
But if I try to do my effortless style of yesteryear (or month) it simply crumbles.
Case in point - I cannot get the high bun to cooperate anymore except for after a work out when my hair is really quite sweaty.
It's so strange.

*)                 Dieting is tricky. But not the actual dieting part.

Explaining to people why you are watching what you eat is trixy.
When you don't really need to lose much weight - like me - it's hard to explain why you are saying no to that piece of cake at the office birthday party.
It's because I look fine, I know. I have no  real insecurities (except for that my boobs are too big making it difficult to wear simple t-shirts because my huge  bra shows  - so that's not an insecurity as much as an obstacle I must work around).
I run around in little bikinis and short shorts and feel just fine. BUT I want to feel better than fine. I want to feel hot. And I want to wear crop tops. 

Joking - but not really entirely.

Niner)           I did just throw in this niner.

#Nelly

A few weeks ago I had a zit on my face, literally (and I'm not using that phrase incorrectly, as many people do) the size of a skittle. It was wild. Long story short, for a week I had to deal with the wound that became of the pulsating pimple. (Not literally, but figuratively, the thing really did have it's own pulse)
The open wound that looked something like a burn, or maybe even leprosy was about 3 quarters of an inch in diameter and basically a bloody pussy mess.
Gross, I know.
Well anyways, a few weeks later, all I have left of that humiliating facial feature is a big fat dry patch scar. And you know why I'm blogging about it. It's weird I know, but I kinda like my scar. Who likes a scar on their face? I don't know.
This is more proof to myself that I'm certifiably insane.

Avocados

I simply cannot stop thinking about them.

I have been buying them and eating them in almost every way possible: 

with some eggs, with some chili, with some chips, with just a spoon.

This obsession has got to stop. 

The issue is this, when I'm home and the avocados are available I'm not as enthusiastic as when I'm sitting here at work, not being able to think about anything aside for avocados.

I Don't Know How to be Sarcastic About the Past Decade

Firstly, I thought I'd never blog again because of I haven't been able to figure out how with the new layout.

And secondovly, I'm so sad I left my Ashton Kutcher Nikon  Cool Flix Camera at home today. This past weekend I went on a fun night kayak adventure. Of course, while I don't want my actual valuables to fall in the water, I was daring enough to take my aged camera along for the ride (drift?).

BUT here is my main problem with the poor little purple, blurry picture taking camera.
What am I supposed to call it in jest?

If, say, I wanted to joke about the antiquity of this 4 year old electronic I would typically refer to it as my "90s Camera" but it's so far from the 90s that I feel like an my joke is lacking. Well I guess that is not the main problem. It's the result of this, the main problem:

What do we call 2000-2010?
How can I refer to things from that time period?
There is no way to say it out loud, that is for sure.

How unfortunate, since most everything that comes out of my mouth is a quip of some sort.
I can't quip about this decade and it really bugs.

"You know what really chaps my ass, Harry?" -Lloyd Christmas
2000-2010
"That's what." -Rachel Lynde

Things about Provo I'm looking forward to

It might be obvious by my 3 posts in one day that I have nothing to do at work today but sit and wait for edits to keep working on my project.

BUT I just cannot wait for these things:

1) SUNFLOWER FARMERS MARKET
2) Free therapy as a BYU student
3) Riding my bike to school
4) Cafe Rio
5) Provo Temple so close and always open (well always = open enough)

Another Inside Joke With Myself

about once a week i open the back door where my dog is smiling up at me and say this and shut to door. i make myself laugh so hard.
i love how pathetic i am

My Dream Job

I want to be a Nike Model.

I've always had a little thing for Nike. I wish the shoes were better for my stupid weird shaped feet for running. Instead I have to wear ugly Brooks. The same ones, every year.

Well yesterday I met my mom at Dillard's and I peroozed the shoes before finding her and I found these Nike kicks for $90 that I want. I told myself if I get down to 145 (I currently am 153-155ish) I should treat myself to those nice little shoes.

I might just go buy them today though. Because I suck. Usually I'm really good about these things. Patience, and all. Back when I was sitting at 163-165 I told myself that when I hit 155 I would go get myself a LuLu Lemon head band but then at 155 I realized I didn't need it.

BUT I've just always wanted to be a Nike Model. I love everything about that brand.
And while I really do workout quite a bit, I'll NEVER be THAT fit.

oh well. at least i can always just wear nike things and feel like a nike model citizen.

these aren't exactly the ones i want. they are a more neon pink.
maybe i'll go to dillards today.

Cut & Paste

Crazy thoughts of a runner:

First off - brag time.
A short run after work used to be 3 miles. Now it's 7.
A long run on the weekend used to be 5 miles. Now it's 11.

Now forward with my crazy thoughts of yesterday.

I asked myself whilst running (7 miles!) this crazy question -
"If you could cut and paste members of several different bands, who would you put together?"

Guitar: Tom Morello of Rage Against The Machine
Why? Listen to the middle of Take the Power Back. That's why.

Singer: Rivers Cuomo of =w=eezer
why? Simply out of pure love.

Back up singer: Doug "SA" Martinez (the Mexican rapper) of 311
Why? Listen to Down, yo.




Lyricist: whoever writes the songs for Cake
Why? it makes no sense, none of it. and neither do it.



Drums: Phil Collins
Why? Why not, really?




Bass: Paul McCartney
Why? For his haircut and nothing more.




Costumes: Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers
Why? Because he loves not wearing a shirt.




Makeup: whoever does Brandon Flowers of The Killers
Why? Sex appeal.

Nightmares Before Easter (and the week following)

I love The Mamas & The Papas and they love dreams. How do I know this? They sing about dreams sometimes. California Dreamin', I Dreamed a Little Dream.
I don't typically dream and therefore do not have much of an opinion on the matter.
Well lately, I don't know if it's PMS or what, but nightly I've been having very unsettling and restless sleep due to unpleasant dreams. In the morning I can hardly remember more that a mere mash up of colors, faces, and places.
While I do not {usually} night-dream, I certainly am a nut case of a day-dreamer. Running for me is a time to go over my favorite self-written and self-directed stories that I have stored in my head. Essentially my own show of the way my life could be. It's like a drama mixed with a sitcom depending on my mood and the length of the run.
Well, the worst day-dream/nightmare (worst meaning, longest airing) has been that, while on my period, I'll get up from sitting for a long period  of time and I'll have left a mark on both the chair and my dress.
From the day I started middle school until 8th grade when I actually finally started my period I had this waking dream every single day/hour/minute of my life. For 3 straight years I was nervous that today would be my day and it would happen to me during class.
Nowadays I obviously don't have the same nightmare every time I sit somewhere, but the days before I am anticipating the beginning of my cycle the waking nightmare returns to me. (not like David Duchovny to Minnie Driver).

Well last night whilst dining at the Cheesecake Factory with my mom's Relief Society Dinner Group, it happened. It really wasn't a big deal either! I was wearing a short little red dress from Zara made out of some cheap horrible modern material, and a jean jacket. I had to go to the bathroom the entire time we were there but due to my position in the middle of the bench I had just kept on waiting and waiting until I thought I would burst.
Finally I make it to the bathroom and all the troubles associated with the mishap were actually terribly easy to rectify and no harm, no foul, and no embarrassment took place. I'm glad that once this horrible nightmare finally became reality, it was honestly so close to not a big deal at all that I really shouldn't even be blogging about. Really the only reason I finally decided to was because I have been wondering if I should blog about this past week of horrible sleep due to lost and forgotten nightmares.

Roger's Best Line in Rent is:

also, "I'm Roger"

Appendix A: through being cool

I don't even care about being cool and I am totally going to go see Titanic in theaters as soon as possible.