lexykay

it's like rain on your wedding day :)

2011-08-07T21:04:00.001-07:00

so, I was writing an email to Kar, who just moved to China and had to miss my wedding. I was gushing to her the details of the day, and figured I'd just copy and paste it onto here. Not like anyone really reads or checks my blog. But it's there if I ever want to refer back. Enjoy:

I realized I haven't really told you much about the wedding. So here it goes: I was really anxious Friday morning, but it's because that's when I had to pack and we were heading to Targhee. I was so scared I was going to forget something. After that I was oddly calm. We went up Friday and played golf with Chris' family. Me, mom, and dad only did 9 holes which I've decided is all I can handle of golf. After golf, we had a "rehersal" dinner. It was kind of an ice breaker. We had some yummy Mexican, and cobbler for dessert. And it was BEAUTIFUL up there! We went to Teton Springs, where mom and dad have property. Then I gave everyone in the bridal party a copy of the "itinerary" for the next day because I'm crazy. I just wanted to make sure everyone knew when and where theywere supposed to be the next day. That night I stayed with the bridesmaids and we did a little girls night. We painted toenails and did face masks, etc. Just tried to relax a bit.

Then Saturday came and I was still eerily calm. I found a girl in Idaho Falls that came up to do my hair and make up and my bridesmaids hair. It was SO nice not to have to worry about that. We had done a practice run on my hair earlier that week and I love how it turned out. I gave her a picture of Eva Longoria at some red carpet event to re-create. And she did my makeup too. She did some air-brush foundation! It was sooo neat. So it went on totally even, no clumps, or flakes, or smudges. It didn't smudge off and it was water, sweat, and tear proof. It seriously stayed on for days, but I didn't feel like I was wearing anything and it didn't look heavy at all. It was really neat.

So, I finished getting ready. For shoes, I knew no one was going to see them, and I knew we were outside in some crazy terrain. So, I wanted to wear tennis shoes. When we moved (we moved by the way), I found some old cheer shoes and got a little sharpie happy. I colored them orange and purple. I'll send a pic. They're pretty awesome! For my something old: the opal ring that Chris' mom gave me (a family heirloom); something new: pearl necklace I got for $40; something borrowed: mom's pearl earrings; and something blue: Kate got me a blue flower pin to put on my garder. When I was putting on my dress, I got a little nervous because it was go time. But then Chris and I and our photographers went and took pictures for a few hours, and just hanging out with Chris for a while calmed me down. We rode to the top on the ski lift and took some incredible pictures with the Tetons and the valley. They're going to be amazing!! Then we rode to the bottom and took pictures with families and bridal party.

Then... it started to rain. This was about an hour before the ceremony. So, that's when I got stressed!! I wanted an outdoor ceremony so bad, but didn't want everyone to have to sit in the rain! So we were debating on what do to, because it would sprinkle, stop, rain hard, stop, repeat. So Benny (one of Chris' groomsmen) had an app on his iPhone with a weather radar. So he was holding it up to the sky, and told us we'd have a window without rain around 4:30. So, I put my foot down, said we're doing it outside and let's hurry while there's no rain. And it worked out. There was only one big gust of wind, that happen to make the flower arrangements fall on my dress, but Chris' dad hopped up, picked up the flowers and held the vase the rest of the ceremony. And have I mentioned how great Dad did?? Seriously, he did SOO good. Everyone was in tears. (By the way, I put fake nails on, and I don't type well with them, so my apologies for any extra misspelled words or typos). Chris and I each wrote some of our own vows too, and it was so sweet. The ceremony was seriously perfect! Mark played cello while the bridal party walked down... it was so amazing!

So after the ceremony the party started! We went to the reception tent, had some AMAZING food: salmon, chicken, twice baked potatoes, grilled veggies, fresh fruit, caprese salad, strawberry spinach salad, crab salad on biscuits, fresh rolls.... it was amazing. Plus we had been taking pictures since 11 am so I was starving. And both parents, maid of honor, and best man, gave speaches that were awesome. Mom's had me in tears! Chris and I had our first dance to a Dave Matthews song that Mark re-recorded for us. The daddy/daughter mother/son dance was "What a Wonderful World" and that made Dad cry. Our cake was hilarious and awesome. I'll email you a picture of that too because words cannot describe what it looks like. The bottom layer was german chocolte, the middle was mexican chocolate (a cinnamon chocolate taste), and the top was devil food cake which we have been eating all week. Death by chocolate = bliss. When we went to feed it to each other, Chris lunged forward toward me, stepped on my dress and I tried to dodge him, and I fell flat on my face. It was embarassing, but funny. Then we danced out butts off until 10 that night. We got everyone dancing, it was great. Our DJ wasn't very good, but it worked out. Then we cleaned up and collapsed into bed. It was such a perfect day. No drama, just love and happiness. I felt like I was glowing all day. Well that was probably way more than you wanted to hear, but that's the long and short of the wedding.

For pictures, check out either Chris or my facebook page! :)

summer loving having a blast (grease)

2011-01-14T16:22:00.001-08:00

so after mexico, a fabulous lazy summer happened. i was working at the student gym; i taught two spinning classes a week and i was also a personal trainer. i didn't have as many clients as i usually had, so i had to get another job. i fell back on on the usual waitress position. tgifridays took me back. it was pretty slow there too, but between the two jobs (and winning a couple poker games) i made enough to suvive.

pretty boring post thus far, yeah? well the biggest thing that happened this summer was falling in love with chris.

chris and i actually met at the gym. he had been a personal trainer there for a while, and i started in january. so we met in january when i was doing training. we didn't really interact that much, but we'd pass each other now and again. but i did think he was super duper cute. so whenever i went to work, i would try to look super cute in case he was meeting a client at the same time.

a month or so after i started working, we had a training work shop at the gym. some lady from the east coast came in to train us about therabands and how diverse they could be. so i came all dressed up, not knowing we were actually working out at this thing. anyways, so the lady asked us to partner up. everyone found a partner except me and chris. so we had to be partners. we were doing theraband exercises together which only really works if the two partners are the same size. umm... hello? chris is like six inches taller than me and super buff. he was totally kicking my butt and laughing about it. i started to sweat and i was blushing and i knew i had pit stains... ugh! i was soooo embarrassed.

anyways, a few months later i was in the training room talking to mom. i had an interview in montana that weekend and i was trying to figure out how i was going to get there. i completely remember the week; i had 2 really big tests that i had to cram for, a few projects, and work on top of that. i couldn't imagine trying to drive 8 or 9 hours by myself to missoula after school on friday, sit through a five hour interview, then turn around and drive back. so i was on the phone trying to figure out how i was going to get there and trying to convince people to go with me to help drive. anyways, i got off the phone and chris was in there putting some stuff in one of his clients files. he couldn't help but over hear me, and he said he was from montana. he told me he was planning to move to missoula that fall to start school, do some prereqs, then apply to P.T. school. he said if i wanted some help driving up there, that he'd love to go because he had a few things he needed to do up there. it was perfect!

so that friday, we started on our road trip. we had literally never hung out before taking this road trip. so we didn't really know anything about each other. but surprisingly enough, we had a lot to talk about. we stopped in idaho falls to say whats up to the family, and he met my entire family the first day we hung out. he actually did really well. anyways, we kept driving to montana, and the conversation kept flowing. we finally got to missoula and i dropped him off where he was staying and headed to my hotel. i got lost going to my hotel and had to call him to help direct me to my hotel. i finally got there and crashed. the next day i had my interview, and felt pretty good about it (i later got accepted). we hadn't gotten into montana until 3 or so in the morning so i was exhausted after my interview. i called chris and asked if he would mind if we stayed another night. he was fine with it, so i went back to my hotel and slept for like 6 hours. the next day we headed up and kept on talking.

after getting back to boise, we were pretty much inseperable. we didn't start dating right away, but we hung out every night. we were texting all the time. he wouldn't directly ask me on a date for a couple weeks. he'd say stuff like, "well i rented this movie and if you wanted to come watch it with me, you could." what a wuss. it was right around march madness. i asked some guy friends to give me some quick sports tips so i could try to impress chris with my sports knowledge. how dumb. i hate the games you play while dating. anyway, after a week or so, chris started taking me on real dates and like i said, we were inseperable.

everything with him was just so easy. after a month or so, i felt like i could tell him everything. there wasn't any drama, no real head games. it was just easy and fun. we hung out all summer, and had a total blast together. but more than just fun, he was just there for me. i was with him when i found out mitch died. in fact, on our way to montana, we stopped and saw him. mitched died a month after that. but i found out he died and just cried, and cried, and cried. and chris just held me. he didn't try to say anything, and i didn't want to talk. i just wanted to cry and have someone next to me. it sounds dumb, but it was exactly what i needed. he quickly became my rock. everything else felt chaotic and frustrating, and he was just there and great.

he treats me like a princess. he's sweet, romantic, funny, smart, hard working, honest. i completely trust him. i've never felt this way. i just feel a comfrot when i'm with him. natalie said in her blog that she felt at home with pete. and that's exactly how i feel. after we started dating, i didn't even think about dating other people. we just belonged. i got accepted to montana, which was perfect because that's where he was planning on moving. but after looking at the money issues, there was no way for me to go there, and i had to go to ISU. i told chris, and sheepishly asked him to move to pocatello instead of montana so we could be together. at first he said heck no. i don't blame him at all. but i think like ten minutes later he changed his mind. i still can't believe he actually moved for me. i have never, ever been treated as well as chris treats me. he deals with me when i'm acting crazy, holds me when i cry, boosts my confidence when i feel broken, makes me laugh when i'm frustrated, and loves me for me. i love him so much. he's so amazing. i'm so glad for that chance call in the training room, the fact that we both got a job at the rec, everything. i finally found my prince charming. everyone deserves to be this happy with the person they're with. :D

2011-01-06T13:41:00.000-08:00

so as a graduation celebration, me and the parents decided (well, they decided and i happily agreed) to go to Mexico! oh man, it was such a blast! we stayed at an all inclusive hotel, which i am a HUGE fan of now. that means that there are a couple of different buffets there and a few nice restaurants (including a benihana worthy type restaurant) so you don't have to leave your hotel and hike all over the city to find somewhere to eat.

whenever you're hungry, even if you just want a little snack you can wander into one of these places and grab whatever you want and don't have to pay for it. one of the best things they had was juice. i'm not normally a juice fan, but they had all sorts of juice. think juice tiger from so i married an axe murderer. there was watermelon juice, papaya, grape, banana, etc.

however, this amazing trip did not start off on the best foot. it took us a ridiculously long time to get through customs. you would think it would be harder for people to get OUT of mexico than in, but this day was not the case. it was something like 5 or 6 hours. it must have been a fluke because everyone we talked to said it only took them like 20 minutes. we were just in this huge never ending line, and looking outside more planes kept landing and more people were piling into line... it was a madhouse.

we did a lot of lounging and relaxing. the weather was on and off sunny/cloudy, but we all still managed to get completely sun burnt.

i can't tell you enough how much i loved our hotel. there were random work out classes you could join, i joined the stretching and yoga classes few times, and there were little shows every night.

the shows were completely cheesy, but it was still fun. there were a few nights that were better than others. one night there was a really good magician. one night i got pulled on stage and had to compete in a karaoke type game. it was so embarrassing. i ended up just bowing out because i can't sing and the woman i was in the finals with was this fantastic vivacious black woman that had some amazing pipes on her. it was so embarrassing. the entire week, they had a theme song. i think i was traumatized by how much i heard the song because now i can't even remember it. but there was a break in the song, and EVERY break throughout the ENTIRE song the whole staff would scream, "I LOVE IT!!" And that was the theme of the hotel, "I love it!" you heard it everywhere. dad and i still joke about it now.

other than lounging we had a few super duper fun excursions. the one that i had my heart set on forever was swimming with dolphins. what an experience... i can't even describe how friendly and sweet these animals are. they are trusting and honestly just nice. they weren't shy and they were so incredibly smart. they could do all sorts of tricks; it was just awesome to watch them. we got to do all sorts of poses with them, and we got to have individual time swimming with them. and of course we got to do tricks with them. we also got to do one bigger trick with them. you would swim out to the middle of the pool and you would either grab onto their dorsal fins and get pulled across the pool (the option mom picked) or you would make a superman figure in the water and they would push your feet with their noses across the pool (the option i chose). it was a somewhat bizarre experience to be honest. but one that i would love to do again. i also loved the place we went to, because all of the dolphins there were rescued from abusive situations or if they were found weak and sick in the ocean. so the animal humanitarian inside of me smiled at that fact.
(all of my dolphin pics are on a CD that i don't want to get up to get; if you're super curious i have picture on facebook that you have probably already seen)

the other excursion we chose was a Mayan experience. i wanted to get some culture and adventure in mexico. there was a ton of culture options - going to see the mayan ruins, or there were more adventurous options - going zip lining, a tree rope course, etc. but we found one that did a little of both. we went to a newly discovered mayan ruin that had just tons of buildings. it was really interesting to hear of the culture and how it changed over time.

i liked how he (our tourguide) explained the basketball like game they played. and of course, we got to climb to the top of the main temple. from a distance it doesn't look incredibly big, but it really was.

it was very steep to climb too. and the view from the top was so awesome. just rain forest like jungle for miles. it puts you into perspective on how large the world is.

also on this excursion, we got to do a zip line over crocodile infested water, canoe on a mayan river, eat at a mayan tribe, etc.

the tribe was a very humbling experience; they truly lived off the land. driving to this village we passed a lot of other small villages and you could just see people living in tiny, shambled houses. again, it puts things into perspective.

but at this village, they cooked us a huge lunch. it was actually pretty good; mom swears this is where she got sick. we also got to swim in a cenote. a cenote is an area that is underground, and has fresh water in it. it is a holy thing in the mayan culture, so we had to shower before going in. we had to get harnessed up, and slowly lowered into the cenote because it was a hundred or so feet underground. also, in this underground cave, there were a ton of catfish swimming under us, and bats above us. the water was incredible though. it was so pure and clean you could see clear to the bottom. the cat fish freaked me out, but it was a neat thing to do.

i forgot to mention all the wild life that was at our hotel. you literally felt like you were in the middle of the jungle. there were flamingos, monkeys, all sorts of birds, groundhogs, turtles, peacocks (which are the most annoying things EVER), and hundreds of other unknown animals.

we were all reluctant to leave! the morning that we had to leave, dad and i decided to go on one last adventure. we rented a catamaran (think two oblong booies connected by a trampoline) and we had a worker there just take us on a ride around the coast. the water there is just so pretty! it's such a beautiful blue. me and dad had such a blast on that ride! we wished we had found it earlier in the week. but it was a good way to end the amazing trip. i can't wait to go back!

Will we still remember everything we learned in school? (vitamin c)

2011-01-06T12:43:00.000-08:00

well it's fair to say that i have been more than slacking in the blogging department. but here i find myself at Christmas break with some time to kill. so instead of having one huge long post, I'm going to try to break up the last 6 months into bigger life events. looking back in chronological order, i think of my graduation.

last may, i graduated with my bachelors degree in exercise science with an emphasise in exercise physiology. i still can't believe i have a college degree. i immediately started graduate school so i feel like i haven't accomplished anything because I've been in school non-stop. but looking back, it really is a milestone. the ceremony wasn't particularly moving. i remember it was actually pretty anticlimactic. when we were lining up to get our degree, we just walked by the front row of students. we weren't on a stage or raised or differentiated in anyway. it was just weird. plus, the cameras were set up wrong, so my face didn't even appear on the big screen.

looking back on the day i think the thing i remember the most was being hot in my black robes and looking like a mushroom with those dorky hats they make you wear. I feel like they make you look really fat; I'm not a fan of any of my graduation pictures (high school or this one).

I also remember my dad forgetting where he parked the car. of course i was miserably hot and wearing heels and we were walking back and forth over the same block. my dad was trying to describe to me what he saw when he parked the car and i told him it was one way, but he was dead set that it was the other way. after walking back and forth and growing more and more hungry and frustrated, my dad finally decided that he would find the car and pick us up. so my mom and i sat in the shade until the car was finally found(my mom had a picture of us waiting on her camera). after that we went to cheesecake factory (YUM!) and all frustrations were soon gone.
and.... that's really it. it was interesting because some of the people i graduated with and had had classes with were just so excited. they were the first of their family to graduate and their entire 40+ family members had come to the ceremony. but for me it was just the stepping stone to the next level. i had already been accepted to PT school so again it just felt anticlimactic. during my undergraduate work, i had a handful of hard classes, but i still got A's without too much effort. i had a few tests and classes that i studied and worked for countless hours for, but it wasn't too hard.

and then there's grad school. holy molly. every single class is insanely hard. i feel like i put more work into this one last semester of grad school then i did my entire 4 years of undergrad. it's not only the level, but the amount. last semester we were required to take 18 credits, next semester its 20 or 21. during undergrad, i usually took 18-22 credit, but i was able to filter which classes i could put on the back burner and do minimal effort to still get a good grade and which ones were top priority. but now, all of my classes are intense and top priority. it's just... insane. i found this quote that i really like:
•The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet. -Aristotle
I know that if i stick with this program it will be worth it in the end, but it is the hardest academic thing i have ever done in my entire life. so... that was my graduation experience. one degree down, one to go!

and another one bites the dust (queen)

2010-07-03T10:19:00.001-07:00

well as my two readers already know, i was in a car accident last week. i had just gotten done teaching a cycle class and i was my way to deposit some money into the bank when all a sudden BAM! car accidents are weird things; they have that really fast but really slow feeling to them. It felt fast in the sence that i was just driving along and suddenly all i saw was blue metal of a car then white from my air bags. it felt slow in the sence that i saw the car and my brain was telling me to brake but my body wouldn't comply.
we were driving down town which has a million one way streets; some lady from out of town was trying to find something so she said she was looking at addresses and completely missed the stop sign.
considering the damage, i'm really lucky no one got hurt too badly. the cop said if my airbags hadn't have gone off i probably would have died or at least gotten way more hurt. my hand really hurt and i got some bruises and burns, but nothing too bad. the cop thinks that the airbag blew my hands back, then i think i tried to grab the wheel and slam on my breaks and i just caught my thumb funny. one of my knuckles still really hurts but what can you do. apparently, i had a leg airbag (who knew?) that went off. i instantly felt like my legs were burning and on fire. i tried to hurry out of the car because i have this weird fear thing that cars that get in accidents are going to explode - i think it's from watching too many movies. so i jumped out and ran to the sidewalk. then i remembered i had about $400 in cash sitting on my passanger seat that i was going to deposit, so i ran back to grab that. my fears were not lessened at all seeing fluid dripping from my mangled engine, but eventually i came to terms that my car was not going to explode and trecked back and forth hauling all my stuff out of the car.

i went to the hospital afterwards just in case; i was really worried about my knee too. so they were checking me out and i was SO embarrassed. i hadn't shaved my legs in about 2 weeks so they were looking over the burns on my legs and i was just red in hairy leg shame.
ugh, car accidents just SUCK. not only is the wreck scarey enough but then you have to deal with crappy insurance stuff. they told me to go to any esurance car rental place, so i looked them up and the only one i knew where it was was by the airport. apparently if you go to that one you get charged "airport fees" without them telling you. give me a break people! my 2008 beautiful baby just got killed!
i think i found another car though, it's another lancer. pretty much idential to the one i had. they are getting ready to release their new model so they're marking down prices pretty low.... so hopefully that works out. still it just SUCKS.
it just reminds me how much i hate how powerful money is. i just feel like everything of mine is broken. my car, computer, ipod, phone and i have no money to fix any of it. plus i can't afford to go to the school i really want to... i might have to sign my soul to the devil to try to afford it. just makes me sad. also, a few days earlier i had gotten yelled at by an old man at work so it's just been a super bummer week. that's all. here are some pictures of my poor car:

I'm writing again these letters to you.... (finch)

2010-04-27T19:20:00.000-07:00

Dear Mitch,

I just wanted to take a minute to tell you how much you mean to me. There are few people I have kept in contact with since high school and I am so glad that you have been one of them. You have such a fun, upbeat energy about you that makes it impossible to be sad around you. You're the biggest goofball I know and you always make me laugh. Some of my favorite times from high school include skipping church to go to your house and raid your kitchen. I also remember how much fun you were on basketball trips; I loved how you entertained everyone on the bus. Like I said you make everyone laugh in any situation. You are so loved by everyone in high school; you fit in with EVERY crowd. That's something I'm really jealous of!

I remember when I was going through some hard times in high school and you were always there for me. You never judged me or turned your back on me; you stuck right by my side. I will never forget that; I will always remember the sincerity and loyalty that you showed me. Again, another huge trait that I admire of yours.

I also admire your bravery and courage. I look at how you have handled such a tough situation and it makes me marvel at your strength. Your attitude has been so positive throughout the last couple of years; not once have you expressed any bitterness or anger. Not once have you used any of your illness for personal gain or sympathy. Not once did I hear you complain or ask "Why me?" I still remember when you were diagnosed. You named your tumor! You made it a joke... I know now that you did it to put everyone around you at ease. You didn't crumble beneath this trial - you stood tall and strong for all of your friends and family.

I don't know what I would do if I was put in that situation. I would probably shut myself out from the world, stop going to school, and give up. You didn't though Mitch. You stayed in school determined to fight this to the end. And what a fight you gave... you weren't just mentally strong you were physically strong. That damn tumor didn't know who it was messing with.

Mitch, I'm trying so hard to be strong like you. But I find myself breaking down and crying every few hours. I have to be honest Mitch... I am so angry. Not at you... at whoever took you away. I understand that we can learn so much from trials... but everyone around you learned from this trial. We saw how courageous one person can be... why couldn't we end the lesson there? Why did they take you away? It's not fair. You deserve to be alive - you have so much life you were suppose to live. You had a brighter future... brighter than most. It's not fair...

I'm sorry I'm so angry. I keep recognizing my feelings and noticing that I'm going through the grieving stages. At first I didn't believe it... there were moments today that I still didn't believe it. And then I just felt incredibly guilty. Mitch I am so so sorry I didn't come home more to visit. I could have made so much more of an effort to see you this last semester. I'm glad that we got to text as much as we did but I should have been home more. I still feel guilty but yesterday and today I have felt so much anger. When I'm not angry, I'm crying. When I'm not angry or crying I feel so empty. I just feel drained and empty.

Look at me! Telling you how much pain I'm going through... you're the one that had the pain, the real problems. Again I'm so sorry that I keep thinking about myself. I saw how selfless you were, especially the last six or so months. I would text to check in on you and you would give me a brief update then immediately ask about ME and MY life. As if I have anything even close as important going on as you did. I do not know anyone else in your situation that would have acted that way.

Mitch... I miss you so much buddy. I wish you were here to put your big arm around me and give me another giant bear hug. I know that if you were here next to me you would tell me that it's okay. That everything is alright... I know that I'll eventually believe that. I know that you're an angel now. I know that you're playing basketball in heaven and loving every second of it. I know that you are moving so much easier than you were the last few months. I know that you are joking with everyone, showing them your tattoo and telling them to have a happy day! I just wish you were here, next to me, telling me that. So Finch sings this song that I've been listening to over and over today... here are the lyrics:

"Letters To You"
Can't you see that i wanna be there with open arms? It's empty tonight and I'm all alone...Get me through this one

Do you notice I'm gone? Where do you run to so far away?

I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so

I'm writing again these letters to you aren't much, I know
But I'm not sleeping and you're not here
The thought stops my heart

Do you notice I'm gone?
Where do you run to so far away?

I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so.
I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so.

I do miss you Mitch.. and I do feel alone and I wish I could just give you a big hug. I haven't slept in a few days... I just think about you and all these feelings I'm having. It's like I can literally feel my heart breaking. I hope you're getting my letters... I've written you a few. I think you are... You need to write back soon :)

Did I tell you about the dream I had about your sister? I had a dream that I was texting McKenna to get an update on you, see how everyone was doing, etc. She texted me back, "Why don't you ask him yourself?" At first I thought she was being really rude! I was kind of taken back! So I wrote back and said, "But I thought he couldn't read... or communicate at all..." She instantly replied, "He can understand you now."
That was the night that you died. I know that you wanted me to have that dream... to know that you can understand me and your mind and body is clear now. Thank you so much for that dream. It has brought me a lot of comfort. It's like when you took my hand last summer when we went to transformers (this was after one of your radiation sessions in SLC so you probably don't remember this; in fact i KNOW you don't remember because we talked later and you didn't remember who you went to the movie with haha... i digress). anyways you took my hand, looked me dead in the eye and said, "You don't have to worry about me anymore Alexis." Of course I have kept worrying about you... but again I wanted to say thanks for once again thinking of others and trying to lend me a comforting hand.

I know I'm going to see you again...But you know me, I'm just a little impatient. Well that's probably all for now... I'll keep in touch though.

You are such an amazing man Mitch. I am so thankful that you chose me to be one of your friends. I hope that someday I can be even half as strong, brave, courageous, and upbeat as you are. I love you so much and think about you so often. You haven't left my mind at all this week. Thank you again for being such an incredible friend to me. I love you with all of my heart.

Love,
Alexis Kay Hale

p.s. you better keep practicing your hoop skills because when I get up there you're going to finally teach me that lay-up! :)

that's just my lucky (Drop kick murpheys)

2010-04-06T07:16:00.000-07:00

so st. patricks day came and of course we had a party! one of my newer awesome friends (who i went to vegas with for spring break) actually lives on saint patrick street so of course we had our party there.
it was so fun! we made green cupcakes:

isn't my headband awesome? it says, "Kiss me I'm Irish." We went to Albertsons to get cake mix and the cashier was wearing it. He was a younger guy so I kind of batted my eyelashes and smiled and asked if I could have it and he totally gave it to me! Our party mostly consisted of girls and Emily's (the girl in the cupcake pic)husband. I've been loving having just girl nights lately! Our Vegas trip was a total girls trip and it was so fun. I'll blog about that another day. All the girls:

Overall St. Patty's day was a complete success. I love dumb reasons to play and I love ANY reason to have cupcakes!

2010-03-03T16:21:00.000-08:00

I wanted to take the time to write a post about my new favorite love... bikram yoga. Bikram yoga is NOT like anything you have EVER done before. You might say, "Well, I've done yoga before. It's very calm and relaxing. Pretty easy workout." Oh not so my friends, not so. Bikram yoga is totally different than regular yoga. It is a more fast paced type of yoga, 90 minutes long, with more strength holding poses, less lay and relax, more holding positions until you are shaking. The teacher is continually talking, YELLING, encouraging, humiliating... and it is in a room kept at 105 degrees. And yet, I love it!Here is a chart of the 26 poses.

It is a legitimately hard hard out. Five minutes into class I'm dripping in sweat (mostly because of the heat) and feeling the burn everywhere. It has improved my flexibility tremendously! It has really helped with my leg/knee strength. My knees don't ache after I do this class which is incredible for me. My balance has improved, I feel like my body shape has slightly changed. I have also noticed my posture has improved.
This is Dandayamana-Dhanurasana; one of my favorite poses:

Not only my body but my mind has changed. I know it sounds so dumb, but little things they say in class totally stick with me. For example: In class our teacher was telling us to connect with our breathing, really concentrate and think about it and feel what it is doing to our heart rate (lowering it when you breath slowly). Then she went onto say that we have so many times in our day we connect with our breathing, we just don't recognize it. If we are waiting for someone, anxious, eating dinner, laying in bed, or stuck in traffic. That one really stuck with me. Kid you not - the next day I was driving somewhere and traffic was going slow, I was late, etc. This immediately put me in a panic. Rather than getting angry and freaking out, I stopped, paused, and connected with my breathing. I immediately felt at peace. It seriously sounds so dumb but I love it! Obviously, I still have my anxious panicky moments, but I have noticed on more than one occasion it has helped me.
I had heard of people doing bikram (also known as "hot" yoga) before and it sounded great but it is CRAZY expensive! One year with unlimited classes is $1,100! The only reason I am doing it is because I am a participant in a study. There is a graduate student I know in the kinesiology department doing a study on the effects of bikram yoga on the body. So I had to do a pre-test, 24 sessions in 8 weeks of yoga, then a post test. Because I am doing it as a "subject" I only had to pay $20 for unlimited 8 weeks which is an incredible deal.
The study is over in about a week an a half and I'm pretty sad. I mean it is a huge time commitment; the studio is about 15-20 minutes away, plus on busy sessions you want to get there early (they cap the classes at 75 people because there is no room), it's a 90 minute class, plus you HAVE to shower after because you and your clothes are SOAKED with sweat. So part of me will be relieved to have a little more time, but I am truly going to miss it and the benefits I have thus far received.
Good ol' Bikram. If anyone gets a chance to take a class, DO IT! It's also way cool because in the studio are males and females from ages 12-70 and we're all getting a crazy hard workout. There is even a girl that comes that is amputated at both knees and doesn't have fingers and she rocks it! So rad.
If you're still curious here is my studios website: www.bikramboise.com

we don't need no education (pink floyd)

2010-02-18T08:23:00.000-08:00

so I told Karlenn this story and I'm still kind of bothered by it, so I'm going to post about it.
So if anybody knows me academically they'll know that 1. I HATE physics and 2. I am a horrible speller. Spelling is just something that doesn't come naturally for me. All through elementary school, junior high, and especially high school if I ever had a spelling test (yes, I had an HONORS English class that had weekly spelling tests) I would have to write the words out, page after page after page to try to remember how to spell them. Then, I MIGHT be able to remember how to spell it for the 10 minute quiz, and then they would be gone. But it's something that I have come to terms with. I have a lot of strengths in other areas. I'm not bothered that I am horrible at physics.
So, I was in a physics lab about a week ago. I have two lab partners; one is a guy that I have had a few classes with and he's nice, the other is a girl that was my physics lab partner last semester. So she signed up to be with me full well knowing that I am bad at physics.
Anyways, in this lab each week one person is the recorder (has to be typing up the report during the experiment), one is the theorist, and one is the technician or something like that. And we have to rotate each week. So this last week, it was my turn to type. We were doing something about wave oscillations and frequencies with sound against different material or something and I wasn't sure what was going on. So, as I was typing the report I was asking some questions and the girl lab partner, let's call her Noseair (get it, nose in the air? ha) kept kind of rolling her eyes that I didn't know exactly what was going on. I apologized and said, "I know I'm bad at this, but I promise I'm smart. I'm good at a lot of other things."
So then came the part of the report where we have to report errors. And I had to type the word 'imprecision.' It took me like 5 times to figure it out (it took me ANOTHER 5 just now typing the word). And I was painfully embarrassed. Noseair was shocked that I had such a hard time spelling. Again, I mentioned that this wasn't my strength.
So THEN she asked if I was from Idaho. I said yes. She replied, "Well then it's not your fault you're bad at things like spelling. The school system obviously failed you." She said it in such a matter-of-fact voice like I wasn't supposed to be offended or shocked. My jaw DROPPED. I kinda nervously laughed and asked, "Did you just say that to my face?" My mouth stayed open for a good minute and a half. I asked her where she was from - Montana. OOOH like they're SO much smarter than Idaho?
The lab finished and she was friendly enough and we walked out together. She worked with me this week (which by the way, I had to explain to HER how to do the lab - justice!). I'm still shocked and kind of bothered that she said that to me. I just wanted to say, "Well at least I have social skills and know when things are not appropriate to say!"
I know I shouldn't still be bugged, but I am! Grrr!

this is the first day of my life (bright eyes)

2010-02-04T23:09:00.000-08:00

so.... i'm officially the worst blogger ever. oh well i've been INSANE-O busy this semester. i'm taking... six class... i think... plus helping/working on 2 research projects, plus a new job, plus internship credits.... i'm kinda a nut case.
but... my 20 credit a semester, studying, hatred of physics and chemistry...it has FINALLY paid off people. because..... *drumroll*
I GOT ACCEPTED TO ISU'S DPT PROGRAM. I still can't believe it... i keep remembering it randomly through the day and just get a stared off look in my face and smile. i can't believe i got accepted!
mom got the letter at home and called me; i called her back during a 5 minute break in one of my 3 hour classes. i made her open the envelope and she started reading it to me i stared crying... seriously. can't. believe. it.
so... i'll have my doctorate in 3.5 years people. amazing! it's going to be a TON of work but... it will be work that i LOVE.
this has been a very odd experience for me. i was preparing myself to not get accepted or interviewed anywhere. but i've actully gotten 3 interviews. havn't heard back from a few schools still but meh... who cares cuz i got accepted! i fly to washington tomorrow for a school at ewu. i was kinda supposed to go to unlv for an interview tomorrow afternoon but they called me tuesday night to ask me to be there fiday at one. umm.... hello? people need more than a few days to get travel stuff together.
anyway. i promise i'm going to try to be a better blogger. and next time i'll talk about my classes/jobs/research projects/etc. i just wanted to let all the billions of followers i have (aka my 2 sisters whom ive already called with this information) to know that my dreams are coming true. my song lyric is ssooooo true. i feel like this is the beginning. i've been working so hard for years and now it's finally starting.
yahooo for school!

it's a quarter past 4 in the morning (brand new)

2009-12-14T05:12:00.000-08:00

it's not a quarter past 4 in the morning... it's a quarter past SIX in the morning. still haven't gone to bed. ahhhh and finals week begins on a wonderful note. I've been preparing my cheat sheet for physics. we're allowed to have one piece of paper front and back for our comprehensive test. ummm.... remember that time i spent about 6 hours preparing said sheet? ridiculous i say. ridiculous.

the top highlight part of one of these bad boys is ALL formulas. lame lame lame sauce

And the other... :) by the way, we weren't allowed to type or i totally would have, trust me!

in a sick way i'm kinda proud...

I've been meaning to blog for like... all semester but i have been so danged busy with school and cursed grad school applications. if i don't get into grad school this year I'm gonna have a REALLy hard time getting motivated to do it next year. ahhhh i am sooooo sick of writing essays about myself. karlenn the great helped me with a few of them. yeah i was so dumb and thought that there would only be those two essays to write. oh noooo that's only for PTCAS application. but... every single supplemental application has like 5 more essays to write. i have saved them and literally just change the school name to submit them. example, why do you want to go to ISU? well, i just look up the essay i wrote about EWU, change the school name and SUBMIT. working the system people.

I look so hot writing essays.
so it's horrible, but every time i say the word essay i think of this family guy episode (or is it a south park episode?). in it, some kids had a group of Mexicans working on their yard. they saw how good they were on the yard and paid them to do their homework. so one of them had to write an essay about a book they read in class. so when the kid went to get his homework from the Mexican. Mexican said, "well i already sent it." kids like, "jigga what?" Mexican says, "you told me to write essay. so i wrote a letter to essay my cousin about the book!" i don't know why i think that's so funny....
anyway, the semester shall all be done this week and then i get to go home. and sleep for a decade. then go back in January and do it all again. blah. (but then I'll be a koleg graduat! i gots me an edumumcation!)
also - i got a job! i am going to be a personal trainer at the rec center. so hooray for that. i only have to work like 5 to ten hours a week and it's around my schedule so... ain't too shabby I'd say.
anyways, I'm just putting the finishing touches on my last application... so I'm gonna finish that. maybe i can get an hour of sleep before my first final (cross your fingers for me!)

2009-12-07T21:06:00.001-08:00

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motivate meeeeeeeeeeeee (good charlotte)

2009-09-21T22:14:00.000-07:00

i'm kinda grossed out by how much i quote GC; i really don't listen to them that often. anyways.
i need to go to the store because i am fresh out of motivation.
do you ever have those days were you're just like, "i just can't do it today!"
i am just so sick of homework i don't care about, writing papers or responses or whatever about things i'm not passionate about, learning and going to classes i'm sure i won't use, and overall just jumping through hoops. i just can't do it!!!
i'm just drained. i'm putting my homework off till the last minute, just going through the motions. the weeks just draaaaag on. at least i'm done with my weekend classes - the first 3 weeks of school i had saturday class for 5 hours each time.
i just don't want to go to class, i don't want to work out, i don't want to get ready, i just can't do it!!
and i'm just dead, but i have to not only keep up with my homework class load but try to study for the gre on top of that and figure out grad school and blah blah blah. i'm just sick of it. i just want the grad school gods to look down on me and throw a lightening bolt at isu, have them call me and welcome me to their program.
i have to contact each school i want to apply to, figure out their minimum requirements and apply. not that easy though. some schools want you to fill out an application, some schools its done online, some schools your letters of recommendation have to be emailed, some sent with your application package, some sent from the office of whomever wrote it, blah blah. i just need a clone to do that crap for me. i'm just SICK OF IT!
i have never wanted to quit so bad in my life. its just a miracle to get through each blasted school day. do you guys ever feel like this???

2009-09-11T14:52:00.000-07:00

So last weekend I went to the Western Idaho State Fair. I've always loved the Eastern Idaho one, but I figured as long as there was ample greasy food - I'm game. So Malory works at a chiropractic office and had a booth at the fair so she had to work there the whole week and kinda picked the highlights so we knew where we wanted to go when we went. Of course we ate a lot of food!! Me and Malory found this booth that was for "mythical pictures." Oh yep - we dressed up as fairies! So, we looked through this book of pictures of the costumes to pick out which ones we wanted and I saw this orange one. It looked really pretty. After I picked it out the lady running the booth said we'd have to wait if I wanted to use that costume. When we asked why she said, "Well, that little six year old girl is wearing it right now. She'll be done soon." It amazes me how mature I am sometimes. Anyways, she put wings on us and flowers all over us; it was so funny. I have a friend Roy who I used to work with at Friday's. His sister lives in Boise so he came to Boise and brought Eric and we all went to the fair. Being as picture happy as I was; me and Eric got one of those funny old time photos. I forgot how awkward these can be, they pose you really weird sometimes. Oh well, I still think it's cute. And of course, the food. oooh fair food is bliss. but that hasn't even been the best part. could there be something better you ask? oooh yes my friends, oh yes. may i introduce to you - dancing heads. you stand in front of a green screen and they put a green tarp thing that wraps around your body and you sit on a stool. then they put your head onto computer animated bodies. it was so freaking funny. everyone that was going in front of us were little kids (no surprise there) but they would get embarrassed and just kinda move their head. but that's not going to happen when the queen of cheese is involved!! the sound is a little off from the recording, but you get the idea. we didn't know what the bodies would look like until we were doing it, and we had no idea the barbie girls would be so scandalous. it's still funny. we also did the song baby got back, but it says the h word and i didn't want to offend anyone. anyway, the other girl with us is named rayvone. she works with malory and she's way cute. her head gets a little disconnected from her body, but still all part of the fun

in this place i like to call home (good charlotte)

2009-08-26T10:43:00.000-07:00

I finally got my room/apartment put somewhat together so i wanted to take pictures for you guys to see my new pad. this is my tiny kitchen. they had cubboards that you can lock for each of us, which is cool because i won't have to worry about rommates poisoning my food again. the problem with this was there was only one cubboard for all of our dishes. the cubboard had 2 shelves, one of which we can barely reach, the other might even be a stretch for shaq. seriously. so mom had an idea to buy a bookshelf, which me and mal did and we're using it for our dishes. so nice!

here is my living room; note the wall colors. this place is kinda painted crazy which is honestly fun. better than just all white. so our living room is bright green with a blue strip. when it gets darker the green looks more puke green, but i'm used to it already. i think the couch is really posh looking, very sharp. not so comfortable, but nice looking still the same. we also have a little patio which leads to a grill area and a volleyball pit. it's fun because at night a lot of people are just hanging out there and we've already met a lot of our neighbors. love it!!

whoever designed this - genius. having a sink/vanity in each of the rooms. sooo nice!! so me and mal share a bathrub/shower and toilet which is no big deal to share but horray we have our own place to cover with makeup, straighteners, etc.

annnnnd the accent wall. malory told me it was orange and yep it's briiiiggghhhttt orange. i t hink the pirate flag kinda tones it down and balances it well. plus it's a pirate which is bomb.com. note my FULL sized bed. i sleep so much better on it than on my crappy mattress last year. i spread out really obnoxiously just because i can. so back to the orange. me and mom just kinda... worked with it. we found a checkered pillow with purple, orange, and pink and we took it and ran. so i have obnoxious pink sheets and orange and purple throw pillows. i think it's fun honestly.

super messy desk. note the 2 feet of books by my printer. ugghhh. school just ruins all the fun.

this is one of my favorite parts of my room. it's just a nicknack kind of area. not professional looking, but it fits the theme of "whatever" right? it's pics of the fam, nibblets, pictures they've drawn for me, a stolen sign (more on that later), a few band pictures, etc. so i DO keep all the things you guys send me - you can tell the kids so if they're ever REALLY bored they can make me stuff and i will display it with pride.
so that's my place! i really like it so far. it feels very homey. a lot better than the suites. thank you so much mom and dad for helping me move and everything!! love you guys!

summer time... when the living's easy (sublime)

2009-08-26T10:07:00.000-07:00

just a few more pictures from the lazy summer days :)

do you wanna take my picture? cuz i won't remember (filter)

2009-08-25T12:59:00.000-07:00

just some pictures that i'm way behind on putting up for you girls

buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks....

2009-06-24T15:48:00.000-07:00

well keeping up with the baseball post, i wanted to write about my exciting night at the chuckers game last night. yes, that's right, marvel in jealousy; i got to watch THE chuckers play. Not many are as blessed as i.
i shouldn't make fun, they played really well. dad gets season tickets with his office so me, mom and dad went. of course, i have more fun making fun of the sound effects that come 20 seconds after the "moment" has passed. for instance, they'll have the sound of glass breaking after a foul ball that goes into the parking lot, but the effect is like... when the next batter is up to plate. me and dad thought it was SO funny.
i also love being obnoxious and yelling things like, "let's hear some chatter out there, ehhhhh batter batter," when the team is taking the field or pointing at the chucker mascot and asking him where the mother chucker is. mom had more fun people watching and pointing out some of idaho falls more interesting folk... including a lady with bright red hair.
me and dad also enjoyed guessing who sang the music that was being played... i'll let you guess who won. we of course ate a bag of peanuts. i love eating peanuts with dad, it's the only time i ever see him get messy.
since it happen to be opening night, there was a fireworks show after the game. it was a pretty dang good show, plus we were right under the fireworks. overall a very fun night!

take me out to the ball game

2009-06-23T23:42:00.000-07:00

so word on the street was that karlenn wanted these pictures from dylans t-ball game so i decided to just throw 'em up. it was a HILARIOUS game. highlights: a little girl hit the ball, not quite far enough so on her run she picked up the ball and threw it while she proceeded to run to first base. having a left pitcher, right pitcher, and middle pitcher. a girl in outfield sitting down making a grass nest. each kid winding up and taking half practice swings at the ball on the t before actually hitting it.
it was really fun watching dylan play and kar coach. anyways, hope you guys enjoy the pictures, they're not great but better than nothing

living in a gangsta's paradise (coolio)

2009-06-12T17:59:00.000-07:00

so during my 3 week summer school class i had to move a building over which was way annoying. anyways, Malory is going to Europe this summer - a trip VERY similar to mine - and she was trying to save money before her trip; well she's my bff so i let her stay with me. she's really been there for me through all the trials I've been going through lately so i figured it was the least i can do. plus, when my stoner roommate was trying to poison us, she let me sleep on her couch. anyways, since we were only there for a few weeks we had a very messy mentality. we didn't put stuff in boxes when we moved and didn't organize much. and there were 2 of us trying to live in a dorm room. it was... cozy to say the least. but i think it really proved our friendship. if you can live that close to someone for a month i think we'll be fine living in the same apartment next year. we had to share a key and everything. anyways, i just wanted to show some of our ghetto fab pictures of our apartment. for instance, i just left my closet in the hall. Malory's closet on the other hand was in our bathroom. she used the towel rack. i must admit, i feel like that was a witty choice.
mark let us use his air mattress so we kind of alternated sleeping on the air mattress or the couch because the beds in the suites are CRAP. i would rather sleep on nails. they are honestly horrible. it was kinda whomever crashed on the couch first slept there, the other took the air mattress; which was actually really comfortable. it worked out well.

i look topless, but i promise i wasn't. when i was at the apartment i spent most of the time in a tank top because it was so dang hot there. this apartment was particularly ghetto because all of the major appliances didn't work. like only one burner on our stove worked, you had to use the dryer twice as long to dry your clothes, the microwave would only work in 1 minute intervals (you couldn't push 2 minutes, you had to do 2 - 1 minute sessions), and our washing machine only worked if you jammed scissors into this one hole. thumbs up. i would have complained but we were there so short of a time that it didn't matter.

in a clear view there's a silhouette and i watch you and i can't forget (all american rejects)

2009-06-03T15:30:00.001-07:00

so i forgot to tell this creeper story; this happened a week or so ago. so i was sleeping on the couch because i tend to sleep better there because the beds in this place are total crap. anyway, i heard someone kinda stirring in the kitchen so i rolled over to see who it was; i couldn't see much though because i didn't have my contacts in and we all know how fun that is.
so i look to see who it is, and it's a guy I've never seen before just kinda cruising through our fridge. i asked if he was evan, (my weirdo roommate paige's boyfriend) and he says, "Nope, i'm kyle. i didn't know other people were moving in here." i was so confused at this point, and my brain is half mush in the morning (even though it was like 8am). i then asked, "yeah i didn't know they were letting guys move in here... that's weird." totally figuring he was sincerely one of my new roommates. then i kinda shook my head, "wait, are you SURE you live here?" he walked to the door, opened it, saw the room number and said, "whoops, wrong room." and left.
it was SO weird. i was so tired it honestly didn't phase me much, i just kinda rolled over and fell back asleep but realized how scary it was when i woke up. i am convinced i am going to be murdered in and or around the apartment i live in at some point in time.
so i did a little detective work and looked throughout my building for a kyle name tag on the door. i found one... but on the 1st floor.... i live on the 3rd floor. soooo weird. yeah; we're locking our doors again.

2009-05-30T16:05:00.001-07:00

so this class i'm in, exercise physiology, is soooo hard. we cover a couple chapters a day in lecture and each week we have to do 5 labs. usually, you do ONE lab each week, but since we only have 3 weeks instead of 15, 5 a week it is. this week was all about testing our anaerobic and aerobic fitness levels. it was SO intense.
first test - testing aerobic, it's an estimate to find your VO2max (which i'll talk about later). it wasn't too bad, you step up-up-down-down on a 13 inch box for 5 minutes to a cadence then take your heart rate, do a calculation to estimate oxygen consumption blah blah. not too bad.

second test - testing anaerobic. you had to put your dominant leg on a 16 inch box (which creates about a 90 degree angle in my knee) and step up and down, bounce off the floor with your non-dominant leg as fast as you could for a minute. if you didn't completely straighten your leg at the top, it didn't count. sounds easy, but it's NOT. after 50 or so, i was DYING. when all of us finished, we couldn't walk without the leg we just used giving out. it was crazy.

third test - vertical jump test. you have to jump as high as you can and hit these plastic things and each bar you move shows as a different measurement. not too hard, but hard after the other two tests because your legs are starting to hurt. mine was exceptionally bad because i did an intense leg workout the night before. bad idea.

fourth test - sprints. we had to spring 40 yards, 50 yards, and 60 yards and we were supposed to do each spring 3 times. yeah... sprinting doesn't work when you're missing a majority of a knee. I tried the first 60 yard sprint and collapsed when i was done. i was seriously holding back the tears... i felt like such a wuss! it was so discouraging. constantly discouraged. anyways - there were 2 guys in my class that ran the 40 yards in 5 seconds. that's SOOO fast. oh - another fun fact. the L.A. marathon was last week, the winner ran 26.2 miles in 2 hours 8 minutes. that's like a 4:30 mile, for 26 freaking miles! that honestly blows me away! anyways, after my first sprint, my teacher told me not to do anymore.

5th test - vo2max. i don't know if any of you have ever heard of this test before but it is BRUTAL. it measures a number of thing, mostly, gives you an assessment of your cardiovascular fitness. it also measures aerobic power and measures how effective your body gets oxygen to your tissues, and how effective your tissues are at using that oxygen for ATP production. to set up for this, you have to put a nose plug on, so no air can go in and out of your nose, then you put a tube in your mouth (because this tube measures the amount of oxygen and carbon dioxide going in and out of your body). you have a heart rate monitor strapped right under you bra, and a big head-gear thing to keep the oxygen tube mask thing on. so right off the bat, this test is uncomfortable.

so if you're doing it on a treadmill, you start off walking at 3mph, then it increases to 4.5, then 6. after you've been at 6 mph for a few minutes, the percent grade (incline) increases. thus far you've been at 0 incline, then it goes to 3% grade, then 6, then 9. so every few minutes something is getting harder. for me, i did the test on a bike. I had to keep my rpms at 50 and the resistance increased every few minutes. it was killer on my legs, especially after everything else we had been doing.
the feeling i had doing this test was so intense. it's hard, and it just keeps getting harder and harder. you could feel your heart beat in your mouth because of the tube in it. you could feel your heart bursting. my legs were screaming for mercy. the last minute or so, your felt like you were starting to black out and felt like you were going to faint. but you keep going, keep going until you HAVE to stop. the sick thing is - i loved it. i love pushing myself to the max like that. the second you stop and pull the tube out of your mouth you can just feel your lungs completely inflate again. you crappy thing is you had to keep working at the hard level and slowly work your way down because you had to get your heart rate back to resting before getting off or else you would faint.
it was a really cool opportunity; normally you have to pay 50 or so bucks to get this test done. i thought i did pretty good considering the whole day, i hadn't eaten anything (and i took this test about 1 in the afternoon), i've been massively sick. i scored like a 43.4 or something, which means that my body was getting 43.4 milliliters per kilogram of my body weight per minute. comparing this to the standard, i fell in a "good" range. (range being excellent, very good, good, average, fair, poor, very poor). i was like a point away from being very good which makes me wonder if i had prepared, eaten properly, and hadn't been sick how much better i might have been.
oh well, sorry that was really detailed, but it was SO neat. and hard. i got home and crashed and i am so unbelievably sore today. walking to the library was killer queen.
who knew there would be so much exercise to do in a class like EXERCISE physiology? :)
here's a video to give you an idea. fast forward to about a minute in; when he falls over and almost collapses - yeah that's exactly how it feels. like you are going to faint and DIE:

i want to ride my bicycle, i want to ride my bike (queen)

2009-05-28T23:46:00.001-07:00

welp, another day, another bike wreck. trust me, i wish i was joking. so I'm riding my bike home from class and I'm in a narrow part where there's a fence on one side because of construction and a curb on the other side. there's a larger guy walking so i call out, "ON YOUR LEFT." pop quiz everyone, when someone calls out on your left, what do you do? you move to your RIGHT. well said morbidly obese idiot swivels to his LEFT and says, "Huh?" so i swerve to miss him, hit the curb and eat it; unfortunately a feeling i have gotten all to familiar with. oh, it ripped my brand new buckle jeans. I'm SO mad. sure i got a scab, but that heals. brand new buckle jeans? no, they do not heal.

yeah, that's my knee even AFTER i ripped through my pants. :(
so when i got home i called mom and started crying. i'm just trying to develop a new passion because all of the other passions i've had have been taken away from me because of my stupid knee. i can't cheer, i can't tumble, i can't do lunges, i can't do squats, i can't run, i can't even slightly jog, and apparently i can't even ride a bike.
soooooo irritated. another irritating thing: i have a pretty good gpa, 3.7 i believe as of now. so naturally i figured i'd qualify for some scholarships, right? wrong. i called the financial aid office today and they said their priority scholarships are for athletes and first year students and because i am a transfer student so late in my college years i probably wasn't even considered for a scholarship. how DARE i think that priority should be with school rather than sports. but nothing gets in the way of the ever beloved boise football. i understand giving scholarships to first years - it's a classic marketing devise. pay them money to make it cheaper to make them stay, and a lot of freshmen get into college, do bad, and loose their scholarship so the money doesn't loose as much moolah.
this is particularly frustrating because i have been working my butt off. i just finished my 4th semester of taking twenty credits - in a row! i'm in summer school and it's SO hard. i was up until 2 a.m. last night making a study guide, i got up at 6:30 to study, had class at 9, took our test at 10, then went to the library from 11:30 until 4:30 writing lab reports. now i have 7 chapters to read before tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. where in this can a school system not find any money to reward me??? for the love!!
just one of these days i would LOVE for something to just out of the blue go well for me. i don't feel like i am asking too much. i know you're supposed to learn from your trials blah blah. all i've learned lately is it's always good to have ample supply of band-aids and duct tape can help keep band aids on.
*sigh* sorry i feel like all i've been doing lately is complaining but.... i feel like all that's been happening is bad news bears! i'm just excited to finish out the next ten days, come home, and relax. that is until i get my knee chopped open just in time to heal for another school year. *angry face*
i miss my family :(

jazzamarazz, i mean razzamajazz; whatever ya call it, it swings (HARMONY KIDS)

2009-05-26T21:32:00.000-07:00

that's right, i used lyrics from a harmony kids song i sang for my title. i'm so musically creative it kills me.
anyhoo - This party was like a month ago, but I was so proud of my costume that I still wanted to post about it. So there are like 5 of my girl friends that had summer birthdays so we decided to have a combined birthday party for all of them. They were each turning different ages in their 20s (some 20, some 21, some 22) so we had a Roaring Twenties birthday party. It was SO fun. So I owned everything in my costume except my hat and fake cigar thingy. I went to the thrift store, found the hat for $2.50 then went to a smoke shop and got one of those long things they used (or still use??) for cigarettes. And I went as a gangsta. I looked pretty rad and all for under 5 bucks. I was insane-o proud. So here are some pictures.... I hope they actually work how I plan this time.

this is kate, one of the birthday girls; she was a flapper. I should have taken more pictures... oh well.
OOOH for the record - do you see that little scar on my left arm? that's from burning my arm over spring break like 2 months ago. maybe i really am a klutz.

also, i forgot to tell you a fun fact about my mrsa. they found it in another one of those armpit things that i had to get cut off. I guess it's from shaving... they start as ingrown hairs in my armpit. Probably because i use the mega cheap unisex razors. oh well. anyways, i can't shave my armpit where they lanced it FOR A MONTH. just picture that in your mind. come on, it's SUMMER, i wanna wear tank tops to the gym! alas, i can't. even i draw the line there!

2009-05-25T16:32:00.000-07:00

apparently i'm having picture posting issues. okay. take two:
i will possess your heart:

i will follow you into the dark

i know that you'll find love (death cab for cutie)

2009-05-25T15:02:00.001-07:00

so despite all the bad, i have had some good times. these are just a few pictures from the death cab concert. it was INCREDIBLE. mark and matt scored some good seats while me and my friend phill got shafted in the balcony but it was still insanely good. one of the opening bands was called ra ra riot. i hadn't heard them before but i was blown away. they played a way long set and played my favorite death cab song,
"i'll follow you into the dark."

see that big black blur in the middle? yeah, that's my head. woot woot. anyway; here's a few of my favorite songs by them. my current goal is to marry ben gibbard the lead singer. his voice is incredible.

this is "i will possess your heart" it gets me jazzed each time i listen to it

this is "I will follow you into the dark" they have like 5 or so albums. all incredible. i couldn't find a video with a good recording so this will have to do. this is seriously one of my all time favorite songs; i get chills every time.

oops i did it again (brittany spears)

2009-05-25T14:28:00.000-07:00

i accidently put the elbow picture twice instead of the bruised plasma arm picture. so here it is:

You got bad, bad luck (Social Distortion)

2009-05-25T13:46:00.000-07:00

I don't even know where to start. I have had the worst luck in all of the world the last while. we could start with the fact that I'm having my 5th knee surgery this summer. or maybe we could start with the whole staff infection mrsa thing. yeah I've been on antibiotics SIX times this year people. IT'S ONLY MAY. these last antibiotics for my mrsa were so intense... i was perma sick and felt like i was going to barf constantly. i lost my appetite which brings the ray of hope that maybe i could loose a few pounds from this sickness. alas. i did not because i wasn't supposed to work out as much because me sweating made me more susceptible to getting more sick or something. it's so annoying; I've made exercise my major yet because of my knees and constant illness i can't work out. so annoying.

what other horrible luck have i been having? oh how about my little bike wreck. there's two of them so I'll start with the first. I'm on my way to class, minding my own business when my knee locks up and i ate it. i ended up having to get the front desk lady of the kinesiology building to take me to the doctor where he couldn't give me stitches because it was too close to my nail bed. so he wrapped it up and to keep the bandages on, threw some duct tape over the whole thing. yet again, missed days at the gym due to the fact that i couldn't put shoes on. check out the toe:

there's a HUGE chunk missing. but it's healing quite nicely.

next bike wreck. i had the brilliant idea that since i wasn't really going to work out, i could ride my bikes to run my errands. so i rode my bike and got a sandwich, then i rode downtown to get these shoes that i wanted (they're so cool. they help correct your posture, and you burn like 23% more calories while walking when you wear them. I've been wanting them foreva) then i rode my bike to sell my plasma. while i was at plasma, my little vein had a little problem. it wouldn't let my blood pump back in (how it works is it draws a lot of your blood, separates the plasma and red blood cells, the pumps the red blood cells back in). so she kept moving the needle around in hopes that it would work and finally had to move the needle to the other arm.

it bruised pretty well. so after this little adventure i started riding my bike home, felt kinda dizzy, stopped for a sec, and fainted. on the sidewalk. i came to after a second and got back on my bike. i tend to think I'm invincible but I'm NOT. anyways, after that i stopped at albertsons to snag a few groceries before finishing the ride home. after i got said food i kept riding and my bags ripped. food flew everywhere. i tried to hurry and gather my food while cars were honking and shaking angry fists at me. i got home, cried, then slept for an hour.
oh did i mention a week or so ago i fell asleep outside while i was tanning. yeah i fell asleep on my tummy for like 3 hours. i have a picture, but it looks tanned so it's not nearly as dramatic.

after i finished my awesome antibiotics, i started getting insane-o sick. first with a cough, the sneezes, then violent vomiting. i barfed all day yesterday and all night. i threw up so hard, i hit my head on the toilet seat. no joke. during the sneezing part of this sickness, i sneezed while brushing my teeth. here are the results:

so gross i know. well i am going to write a paper, then another post. summer school is haaarrrdddd. today i have 5 lab write ups, a paper, a speech, and 100 pages to read. blaaaahhhhh.
from now on, please start wishing me luck. GOOD luck.

hope you come down with something they can't diagnose, don't have the cure for (brand new)

2009-04-18T12:30:00.000-07:00

This is how my psyc paper ended up:

Within the last few years, an alarming number of cases have caused the DSM to add a new disorder to their book. This disorder is called the Potter Phenomena. Originally, this disorder was classified strictly as Psychotic Disorder NOS noted by the frequent delusions and hallucinations, but Potter Phenomena has case specific hallucinations thus earning its own name in the DSM. It is still classified as a Psychotic Disorder, but is caused from Potter Phenomena.

With this disorder, patients have gone past an obsession with the Harry Potter books to a point where they actually believe the Harry Potter world is real. Patients suffering from this disorder will dress up as wizards, carry wands with them (even though they are unable to cast spells), and will refer to people as “muggles.” They often talk about Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and the rest of the characters from the ever popular Harry Potter series as if they are personal friends, denying that they are mere characters of a book and truly believing they are real people. This is only the beginning of the symptoms; most will buy owls to have as pets, others have gotten “Death Mark” tattoos, while some have gotten Harry Potter’s infamous lightening scar tattooed on their forehead. A few extreme cases have reported people jumping off roofs, brooms between their legs fully believing they would be able to fly. A famous Platform 9 ¾ at Kings Cross in the London Metro system has been overly crowded with people and their luggage trying to get through the platform to board the Hogwarts Express. The dementia of this disorder is remarkable.

Another alarming symptom of this disorder is the dropout rate at schools. No matter the age, the patient will drop out of school and sit outside their door, insisting they are waiting for an owl to drop off their acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. According to the books, this letter usually arrives around the student’s 13th birthday, but people suffering this disorder will disregard the age cut off, insisting that Professor Dumbledore must have just forgotten their letter. One patient was even quoted saying, “Professor Dumbledore is getting quite old, and surely he must have just looked over my name. Another professor will see his mistake, and my letter will be rushed the moment they’ve realized this error.” Of course, no such letter ever arrives.

The etiology of this disorder is simple. It starts with innocently beginning the Harry Potter book series. As the person reads farther and farther into the series, the belief begins; by the time the last book is read, full Potter Phenomena has already taken course. The biology of this disorder is hard to follow because this is the first generation this disorder has been recorded. A study has started trailing this first generation and it will follow their children to see if a similar disorder develops. There is clearly a high social, cultural, and environmental influence. This disorder is evident only in cultures that have access to these Harry Potter books, showing an extremely high rate of this disorder in the United States and Europe (particularly London) and a low rate of this disorder in more rural areas such as Africa and parts of South America. The environmental factor is also strong; schools that have used Harry Potter books in class reading projects have shown a high risk factor of developing Potter Phenomena.

People that have few friends tend to develop Potter Phenomena more frequently than those who do not struggle socially. This is thought to be because those who do not thrive socially tend to read more, and cling tighter to the stories that they read; although this social struggle is not requirement for Potter Phenomena. There is no age limit to this disorder. At first, cases were only reported in a younger ages, causing most therapists to ignore these beliefs and dismiss them as silly childish play. As time went by, more and more cases were reported of those who were older; some developed the disorder from reading the Harry Potter series to their children.

The treatment for this disorder is still experimental because of how new this discovery is. It usually starts with cognitive therapy trying to help the patient change their distorted thinking. Therapists try to change the response these people have when reading to realize that they are only reading stories. Therapy also includes reading other highly addictive series, include the Twilight books, monitor them during reading to ensure they keep grasp of reality while being enthralled in a new fantasy world. Therapy for denial is also started; following the same patterns one would if they were denying the death of a loved one, a significant or traumatic event, etc. This treatment shows some significant progress, although some still cannot let go of their love for Harry Potter.

Other therapists treat this as an addiction problem and demand complete cut off from any Harry Potter reminders such as books, movies, and any paraphernalia. Some have found that with this sudden absence, reality comes back quickly. Participants are discouraged from return to reading their favorite books because this usually causes a relapse. Some have found that going to weekly support groups have helped. Despite its Psychotic basis, medication has not been proven to be beneficial. With enough family and friend support, Potter Phenomena can be controlled.
Below: a patient suffering with Potter Phenomena trying to get through Platform 9 ¾

ya say it's your birthday (beatles)

2009-04-15T08:50:00.000-07:00

haha one of my favorite things dad does is sing this song to us on our birthday; i love it! anyway, this is a story paper thing i wrote for dads birthday to put in his book we made him for his 50th birthday:

Well another year has rolled by and since Dad is impossible to buy for, I figured a story might be more appreciated. I want to talk about what a STUD Dad is! Over the years we’ll all hear Dad mention goal after goal; on such and such birthday he wants to do this activity, when he’s a certain age he’s still going to do this, that, and the other. One of my favorite things Dad says is, “When you’re in your 50’s, I want you to remember your Dad skiing when he was in his 50’s,” or something of that affect. And it’s so TRUE!

One of my absolute favorite things to do with my Dad is exercise. I love when he sneaks in my room Saturday mornings when I’m home to gentle wake me and ask me to go to a spinning class with him. I love being at the gym sweating our guts out right next to each other on the elliptical. Me and Dad are a lot alike and we both have the drive to push ourselves when we’re working out. I can’t tell you how many times we’ll be working out next to each other and I know one of us wants to quit, but we’ll keep our tough face on and keep on truckin’. We both love challenging ourselves and being able to look back at our accomplishments.

My all time treasured thing to do with Dad is run 5ks. We started a number of years ago. Dad being the active guy he is was talking about a 5k he was thinking about doing with his high school buds. I told him I’d love to join; he told me we were both crazy for even considering it. I egged him on, saying we could do it but I think he had his doubts. That day, I went to the track and ran 3 miles. I came home, reported my success, and didn’t give him much of a choice. Of course, about a month before our first race I had to have my first knee surgery; but the determination Dad blessed me with forced me to push through. We would go to the Apple almost every day and run side by side until each day, every one of those three miles was completed.

The morning of our first Thanksgiving 5k, I was so nervous. We kept shaking our heads at each other still in disbelief we were actually outside on an early Thanksgiving morning in the freezing Idaho weather. Finally after waiting around in the wind for what seemed like hours, the race started and so did we. We found a steady pace and were feeling pretty good about ourselves; we kept mechanically placing each foot in front of the other feeling more powerful with each step. That is, until we heard a wheel approaching the side of us. Quite honestly, the pace this wheel was coming up on us, I assumed it was a bike. We both looked over and our jaws dropped; it was a stroller. How in the world was a woman pushing a stroller and beating us? We had trained for months! That wasn’t even the worst of it! As this woman sped by us, we couldn’t help to notice her age. She MUST have been the grandma of the kid she was pushing. My neck snapped back to face Dad with my eyes wide open in doubt; he had the same expression. We had a double take and looked at the aged woman again, and as she sprinted by us; she smiled and waved as if reading our incredulous thoughts.

About halfway through our race I realized how badly I needed to use the bathroom. I grunted out this request to Dad and his response was, “Are you serious?! Well… okay. We’ll stop at the port-a-potties.” Poor Dad, always having to wait for his girls to use the bathroom. After huffing and puffing for the last couple miles, we finally finished, hand in hand. All we could do was smile as we wiped the sweat from our foreheads with our gloved hands as we noted our finishing time. We got our free t-shirt and proudly showed them off that day. I’ll never forget that first race; it marked the start of my favorite Daddy-Daughter tradition.

Since that first fateful Thanksgiving, we’ve done a handful of other races. Some we run faster, some we run slower; some races Dad has to help me through the pain, some races I have to help Dad through the pain, but we keep the same mentality. If one of us needs to stop, we stop; and we always finish hand in hand. We’re not there to win; we’re there to do it, and to do it together. Throughout all of our races, our bond has grown and I cherish every dreadful minute of running because I get to do it with my old man.

I’ve had a surprising amount of people comment to me how blow away they are by Dad’s athleticism. The man can still snow and water ski better than anyone I know (Mom’s right up there with him!). To be honest, Dad’s been an inspiration to me. He’s constantly giving himself fitness goals and it aware of how beneficial the exercise is for him. I genuinely do hope that when I am in my 50’s I am just as active with my kids as he has been throughout my life.

I sincerely want him to know how much I look up to him; I’ve given him a lot of grief over the years and I hope that despite all the crap he knows how much I truly do love and care about him. Daddio, you’re a stud muffin and I love you!!
Happy 55th Birthday Daddy!!

Stay at Home Dad (Jon Lajoie)

2009-03-19T19:19:00.000-07:00

haha i saw this and it made me think of kar and ben right now, but hopefully the job offer is good monday!
in other creepo life in boise news: at wal mart tonight there was a gang initiation to shoot 3 women, it was confirmed on t.v. who knew boise was so hard core?

peace or annihilation (perfect circle)

2009-03-11T04:58:00.000-07:00

what time am i writing this post? oh that's right. six a.m. did i wake up early you ask? no. i have not gone to bed. homework you assume? no. i had a little scare tonight. and in fact i'm still scared crapless i have not been able to sleep. so i decided to blog about it; maybe it will help me face my fear?

so in the last week or so, i've gotten two emails from boise state saying there have been two attacks ON CAMPUS IN DAYLIGHT by an older guy with brown hair, and a baseball cap. the first attack, he got a girls attention, said he had dropped his phone, asked if she could call it so he could see if it fell under his car. i know what you're thinking, don't talk to strangers... but come on. it was the middle of the day and i'm sure she wasn't creeped out. anyways, so she did what he asked and was "attacked." the email didn't go into details, just said watch out for this guy (they didn't find him!) and be safe around campus.

second attack - again, daylight, on campus. a guy asks a girl to point him the direction of a building. she walks over to him and starts explaining how to get to whatever building. and then he attacks.

so tonight, i went to a friends for a little bit, then i had to stop at the store for some milk on my way home. i didn't get home until 11:30 or so, not too late for a college kid. so, we're not allowed to park in the parking lot attached to our building, we have to park in a parking garage across and down the street AND we're only allowed on the third and fourth levels. if you're lucky you'll find a spot open on the street or an adjacent street. i always opt to try to parallel park because walking down 4 flights of concrete stairs doesn't feel to great on the ol' knees.

so i get home about 11:30, i'm kinda oblivious to outside, just singing my little heart out. this street is behind some more student housing, but on a pretty freaking dark street on the edge of campus. anyways, i found a spot on the adjacent street, masterfully parallel parked and got out. i opened my back seat, pulled out my backpack etc. when i hear a "HI" behind me. i turned around and saw an older guy, probably in his 30's standing in a dark shady area by some bushes. he has brown hair, and a baseball cap with crossed arms STARING at me.

at first i thought, "well, maybe this is his car behind me, he just wanted to make sure i didn't hit it while i parked?" but i looked in the car and it had a 2008 graduation tassle hanging from the mirror. clearly NOT his car.

i immediately felt my heart start to pound faster and faster. maybe he thought i was a friend of his, said hi, realized it wasn't me and isn't going to say anything else? but no. another "HI! HEY, HEY YOU! HEY HEY HEY!!!!" being screamed at me. and he sounded... weird. not drunk, but just.... not right. i don't know how to explain it. maybe meth or something?? he just... didn't sound right.

i went with my instincts and ignored him; put my keys between my fingers (like i would even get close enough to stab him!) i started walking down the street heading towards my apartment. "HEY, HEY YOU!!! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING???"

he was still a little bit behind me, but at this time i was honestly tearing up and hyperventilating. i pulled out my phone and called dad. he picked up sounding gruffled because it was so late. i tried to quickly explain the situation, but tried to act calm. i didn't want him to sense my fear. i'm lightly jogging now, but i still hear his footprints behind me. that dang street had never seemed so long before.

i finally reached the crosswalk, didn't even look each way for traffic and booked it across the street towards my building. i heard his steps turn around. maybe he saw me on my phone and panicked? maybe he realized i was in more light now and the possibility of someone hearing me was higher? heck, what if he wasn't even planning on hurting me or anything? (although, my gut tells me he was). i begged dad to stay on the phone with me until i was in my room.

i called campus police and reported the incident. they said they would send someone out to look for him, but the description i gave (clothes and all) matched the one of the guy who had done the previous attackings. at first i was just a little shaken, but the more i've thought about it, the more panicky i have felt. he could be outside my apartment RIGHT NOW. what if he had caught up to me? what if he had approached my car? my dang joints are so bad, i don't know how long or fast i could have run... and the terrifying thing is; i work out every day; eat healthy... but i'm no match for a grown man, even if he is a meth addict. that thought makes me feel queasy. no matter how much i work out, a grown man can take me down in no time.

*sigh* it's just ridiculous. there is truly no safe place in this world. sorry if i freaked you guys out... i mean, nothing happened i shouldn't be this worked up. that's honestly one of my biggest fears though, getting kidnapped, rapped, killed... anyways. just always be aware. take care of my nibblets!

say that you're in control (alexisonfire)

2009-03-03T14:47:00.000-08:00

this is malory. she's way awesome; we've been working out and hanging out together everday for a couple weeks now. she rocks my socks.
anyway, we have some saweeett spring break plans. so her dad lives in san diego. which i'd love to go but... it's just not going to happen right now. anyways. her and i are going to carpool to slc, then i shall depart to cedar city to see old friends and cute cameron. then miss malory is flying into vegas on saturday, where i shall pick her up, then we can go to steven's wedding reception, then carpool home the next day.
our plans worked out perfectly. i get to see the people and do the things i want to do, the flight was way cheaper for her, twas fait. anyhoo, that's the plan and i'm sticking to it. i'm stoked.
anyhoo, i'm sick... AGAIN. i've had major cough/sniffle nose crap. oh well. hmmm that's all. but i miss my cute family. i'll be around to visit sooner or later. love you mean it!

I saw your good old friend (chris garneau)

2009-02-27T14:03:00.000-08:00

just a little update. it's been a pretty good week. i had 4 tests in the last week and this is how they turned out: medical terminology - 89%, abnormal psychology - 95%, biomechanics - 92%, and math - originally a 92%, but I SET THE CURVE! Shazaaame! I got the highest grade out of my class on my math test and I set the curve. I don't think I've ever done that before. Hahaha, I've never been the nerd that everyone hates for doing well. So school has been going splendid the last few weeks. But I have a workshop class tomorrow and Sunday I'm not looking forward to. We go for like 8 hours 2 days over the weekend and earn 1 upper division credit. So it's an easy way to crank out some upper divisions but I can't sleep in on my precious weekend which is something I really look forward to. I have determined that I am not a morning person.
In non-school related news: Last week was Mark's bday. I took him to breakfast and got him a gift certificate at a guitar shop that we love. He also had a show the night of his bday so it was fun to go watch him play. We also had a surprise birthday party for him where one of our friends melanie (who I'm going to death cab concert with) made him a cello shaped cake. It was AWESOME.

alsooo, i met this girl that lives a floor below me. She's way good friends with matt and mark but somehow we didn't meet each other until a couple weeks ago. anyways, we've been hanging out like every day going to the gym and stuff. she's a really cool girl. she's actually from idaho falls too. so the roommate stuff is still getting worse, but between having an awesome girlfriend 1 floor down and my 2 best guy friends 2 floors up i'm surviving.
we went to this party called an up all night or something at the student rec center a week ago and they had a button making station. so we made all these buttons. anyway, malory was putting hot glue on something and right when she turned it to put it down on her button i reached across to grab something. yeah, the hot glue landed RIIIGHT on my finger. i'm missing like a large chunk of finger. it kills! but i suppose it'll be a cool scar.
so that's all the update. i'm trying to figure out what i'm going to do for SPRING BREAK 2009! I really want to go see cute cameron. this cameron stuff is crazy. we talk every few days, text every day. crazy crazy. i'm sensing a road trip for spring break but where and with whom is the question of the day.
welp, that's really all the update for this girl. keep in touch cute sisters :)

oh i almost forgot. funny stoner roommate story. so it's a big deal to her to take out the garbage; which i agree with. but when the garbage is full the rest of us will pull it out, but a new liner in, then take the bag out the next time we leave the house. well stoner isn't okay with that. so this happened again yesturday and it happened over thanksgiving break. so "punish" us she put the garbage in our HALLWAY and closed the door. ugh. i confronted her about it and it went badly. she was probably stoned so hopefully it blows over.

hey jude...

2009-02-22T15:42:00.000-08:00

saw this and couldn't resist!!! i knew my beatles loving family would enjoy this

so if you wanna be with me - with these things there's no telling, we'll just have to wait and see (bright eyes)

2009-02-19T17:19:00.000-08:00

I got a valentines surprise :)
it's amazing how something like that can TOTALLY make your day. So there is this guy named cameron that i hung out with for a little bit before I left SUU. we've kept in contact since i've left, just texts, a few calls stuff like that. and he totally pulled a mega sneaky move and sent me a cute little package. inside there was a cute little teddy bear, a chocolate rose, a spongebob squarepants PIRATE valentine, a million fake rose pedals, and a postsecret. a pirate valentine... he knows me too well :) anyway, he knows how much i love postsecret and it was a little inside thing of ours to tell each other what we would write on a post secret if we ever made one. so he made one and sent it to me. it's super cute. it's a postcard from paris (he also went to europe this summer, not with my group but with his friends) it has this cool drawing on the back and the secret is, "The coolest girl i know lives 8 1/2 hours away. it sucks."
how stinking cute huh? i don't normally gush but it's just been a dry spell for the last year or so, thus it's easy to get excited over stupid stuff. anyway, he's way sweet and funny but alas he lives super far away. oh well.
here's the song from my title, i really like it. it's actually a cool music video too because it shows people listening to the song for the first time and videos their reaction to it... so. enjoy :)

Alone on a train aimless in wonder (death cab for cutie)

2009-02-11T17:21:00.000-08:00

this is going to be a bittersweet post.
so, lets do the bitter first, then the sweet.

bitter stuff:
awkward roommate run ins
teachers that think you live and breathe their class and that's the only class you're taking
working out for at LEAST an hour a day and not seeing any difference
doing homework for hours a day, and feeling like you never catch up
failing a quiz because my computer is gay while hearing kids in my class talk about how they cheated on the quiz and got 100%.
having to read a chapter for psychology each week. it's only 75 pages, but the pages are big, the font is small, and there aren't any pictures. it literally takes me 4-5 hours to read. it's also harder because it's not something I'm passionate about so its harder to concentrate that long.
not dating
remembering the last boyfriend i had was almost a year and a half ago, and he was an a-hole
tumbling for 20 minutes and being insane-o sore. why am i so out of shape???
waking up early
broken computers
waiting at the plasma place. it takes foreva-eva sometimes
cooking
constant CONSTANT intense pain in either my knees, back, or hip
feeling overall lonely, hence the post title. it's actually a way good song. here's the first verse:

Alone on a train aimless in wonder
An outdated map crumbled in my pocket
But I didn't care where I was going
'Cause they're all different names for the same place

i don't know how to explain how I've been feeling lately and how this song describes it but it does. I've been feeling almost detached lately. kinda like I'm floating. it's the same thing every day. work out, shower, class, homework. where am i going? home? library? learning center? class? gym? all different names for the same place - continual work. I'm not depressed, just life is kinda un-exciting right now. just continual responsibility. this growing up stuff is kinda rotten. even on the weekends i haven't really felt like going out. I've gone to movies with friends or have hung out but not for long. I'd rather get home earlier so i can go to bed and wake up earlier and get homework done so my week is smoother. anyways, this song also leads into the......

sweet stuff!! :

death cab is coming to Boise. i have a ticket. and am SOOO stoked. they're such a good band... ooh man. you guys would like them too. they have a lot more of a chill sound, no screaming. they're awesome.

skiing. I'm going skiing tomorrow night, i signed up at the outdoor program at the school. annnnd i WILL go to targhee this weekend. I'm either going with friends Saturday or might try to convince dad on going. either way. i love skiing. it's the only physical thing that i like and i can still do! haha

my classes are actually interesting this semester. they're harder, and a TON of homework, but I'm way more interested in them than i was last semester. i love learning, i love feeling smart. in fact, lets give that it's own paragraph

feeling smart. I'm in a trig class and our teacher is old and kinda senile. anyways, everyone asks me questions. i took trig when i was like... 15 haha but we do a lot of trig in my biomechanics class so yeah. i guess this feeling started like 2 or 3 semesters ago. all a sudden people would ask me questions in and out of class. i can comment in lecture. my teachers know my name. i used to feel like i was the struggler in class, never knowing what was going on. now i feel like a leader.

teachers that CARE. i had my medical terminology teacher last semester in my cardiopulmonary renal physiology class and he loooves me. anyway, he works in the ICU at a hospital here and asked if i wanted to go on rounds with him next week. i am STOKED. it's going to be so rad.

being on the dean's honor list
the p.e. class i get to help teach, they're intellectually disabled kids but they're so fun. they're so appreciative!
the feeling i get after i work out and eat healthy.
hanging out with my sisters and nieces and nephews. especially when the kids ask for me, or voluntarily give me hugs and stuff. they can ALWAYS make me feel better.
pictures
going home - THIS WEEKEND :) oooooh-OOOOOH!

all we are is lunch for the sky (socratic)

2009-02-04T21:01:00.000-08:00

well. i have nothing really exciting to report. but i just kind of felt like blogging.
classes are going... pretty well. my bio mechanics teacher continues to be homework happy. we had a lab today and i have never felt so nonathletic before. we had to throw a baseball at a target from like... 60.5 feet away. that's like... WAY FAR. then we had to measure how far off target we were and calculate the vector and blah blah. yeah... i missed the bulls eye by like 5.5feet. then we had to do the same thing with a soccer ball, i missed by MORE! i blame it on my shoes though. i was wearing ballet flats. so really it was like kicking it barefooted which... is hard to be accurate? probably not but I'll just tell myself that.
i had a hardship with a psychology quiz. i was taking a quiz online, which i had done like 5 hours of studying/reading for, my stupid computer disconnected from the Internet, thus kicking me out of the quiz, thus making me fail. i tried talking to my teacher but she refuses to change it. *anger*
the roommate sitch is still awkward... oh well. i get a LOT more homework done at home now, so that's good. and i still have my friends that i don't live with, so i'm still hanging out and having a blast... just not at home.
i went grocery shopping today. i finally got sick of quiznos (i live next door, huge temptation people) and cottage cheese.
i donated plasma again yesterday. i never really reported my first time i guess.... well. the first time i went i was having the eye issue (which that night landed me in the e.r. and now i get to wear my glasses for a month and show what an oober nerd i am), cough issue, overall getting sicky icky issue, i hadn't eaten a lot and got way dizzy and sick during my donation. i was under the impression it would only take like ten minutes, not sitting there with a needle in your arm for an hour. anyhoo, i went again yesterday and did way good. no sickness. and they have big screen TVs with movies playing the whole time, so i got to watch mama mia. it was actually a nice little break in the day. and i made twenty whole dollars! it's not much, but it is going towards my shutterfly fund. I'm going again tomorrow, you get 30 dollars the second time in the week you go.
valentines day is coming up... i used to love this holiday because in my pimp days i would get dozens of flowers and chocolate. now i call it SAD - single awareness day. although,one of the mentally disabled kids in the disabled p.e. class i help teach said he was going to get me a valentine. his name is andrew, he has autism, and is Chinese and thinks I'm Carrie Underwood because of my hair. it's kind of flattering. yet kinda sad. you know you've been single too long when your mom is trying to set you up on dates through face book and your dental hygienist is suggesting guys she might be able to set you up with.
that's really all that's "new." presidents weekend is in a few weeks... i think i might come home for that. but this time i won't ride home with a stoner. i don't know if you all heard that story... more fun times - NOT. maybe for another blog in a few days... so hopefully I'll see my cute sisters and nibblets in a few weeks :) love you all

i get angry when you're around, when you're around (say anything)

2009-01-23T14:06:00.001-08:00

ughhhh..... another semester. bring it.
this semester i am taking: biomechanics, biomechanics lab, abnormal psyc, medical terminology, analytical trigonometry, adapted physical education, and kinesiology 112... still not sure the name of it.
my biomechanics teacher is homework happy. and it's mostly busywork - copy answers straight from the book kind of crap. the lab is going to be a pain in the butt i can already tell.
my psyc class actually seems interesting, the teacher is really funny. the bad thing is it's a 3 hour night class, so wednesdays from 6-9. that's a loooooong time. buuuut, good thing, it's in a huge lecture hall, there's about 200 ppl in the class and i plan on taking my labtop and playing solitare to keep myself awake. i'm so studious.
medical terminology.... lots of memorizing. blah. but i've had the teacher and he likes me, he's kinda a pushover to.
trig... oooh man. my teacher is like 89 years old. each class i keep watching to see if i'll have to jump up and give him cpr. aparently he had a stroke and lost most of his function but still wants to teach because he loves it. i commend his love for teaching, but he has to use a spit rag during class and he can't really carry a thought all the way through. i'm hoping my trig skills from when i was like... 15 will kick in. i'm already planning on teaching myself most the class, oh well.
adapted p.e. is actually going to be cool. it's like... helping non-traditional ppl with physical education. so metally handicapped, older people, cancer survivors, morbidly obese patients. the teacher is way way cool so, i'm kinda looking forward to the class.
and to the gay kines 112 something or other class. ugggghhhhhh. all my classes are from like noon on. except for this one. the ONLY time it's offered (and the only time aparently it has been offered for the last billion years) is at 7:40 AM. IN THE MORNING! is that a freaking JOKE?!!! i'm boycotting in my own way and refuse to wear real clothes (i WILL be in checkered pajamas) and i also refuse to brush my teeth. that'll teach 'em for trying to force me to be a morning person. and it's one of those totally pointless classes so of course its the only class i have where attendance counts. if we miss more than twice, it drops our grade a full letter down. so the teacher, a grad student of course, gets done with the syllabus in like 10 minutes because the class is retarded. so to kill the next 40 minutes of class she has each of us say our name, something interesting, and why we're taking the class. hello? like we're going to remember 100 people's names at 7:40 a.m. or like we care??? so... it gets around to me. i say I'm alexis, rattled off something interesting and tried to pass my turn along. the teacher asked, "wait, so, why are YOU taking this class?" i kinda straightened up, giggled a little and said, "Quite frankly, if this class wasn't required for me to GRADUATE, there is no way under any circumstances i would be here at 7:40 in the morning... sorry." the teacher actually laughed and said, "yeah... i bet you all feel that way. this class is kind of... pointless..." and let the class out for the day.
oh well.... just a few more months, then a quick summer semester, the a summer of internships, then 2 more semesters until graduation. blaaaahhhhhh

oh yeah - another reason for my mood bummer - still not talking to the roommates. it's like, the longer we go not talking the more awkward it is when we see each other. i'm really glad i'm going to utah today (working another cheer competition). i might just have to go to i.f. next weekend if things don't clear up.

i miss my familia so very much. love you all. *kisses*

it's c-c-c-c-cold outside.... (BRIANNA HALE :D)

2008-12-19T07:52:00.000-08:00

okay i emailed this to you guys, but i thought this might be easier to see it. haha this made me laugh so hard. man i wish i had a garage! well family, i started packing to come home! i'm stoked to ski and scrapbook the month away!

a lullaby (mark doubleday)

2008-12-18T09:47:00.000-08:00

so, i've mentioned mark before. he lives ustairs; he's one of the guys i jam with [note video in post below]. anyways, i just felt like showing some more of his talent. kar said after watching our mia video she was liked marks voice, but that was NOTHING. this kid is incredible. here's one of his videos:

anyways, if you ever need to be serenaded just look up mark doubleday and find any of his videos on youtube. they're all awesome. or his little goggle id thingy is crazyhaircellist. anyway, hope you enjoy.

OOH YEAH, i'm finally finally done with the semester. finals were KILLER. i don't think i did that well. with the exception of my cadaver final: 105.5 out of 106 terms. again, no word bank. we just went in with a blank paper and had to identify and correctly spell 106 terms. i wrote tuberosity instead of tubercle on one term so she only docked me half point. woot woot!

Jingle Bells!!!

2008-12-17T18:11:00.000-08:00

haha we threw this together in like a half hour. you might be able to tell what tune it is... bur it's supposed to be jingle bells. we're pretty talented, i know. :) hope this puts you all in the spirit. oooh and this one is also on youtube. if you look up "toothbrush christmas" we're the first video. we already have 122 views. woot woot!!

come together, right now, over me! (beatles)

2008-12-09T19:22:00.001-08:00

i know you guys are probably really against this because of the whole religion thing, but it's something that i believe in so i'm going to buck up and post it. it's about gay marriage. this is something that i full heartedly agree in.
who am i to tell someone else who they can or cannot love? who they can or cannot marry?? we moved to america to get away from religious persecution so why are we letting religion choose if gays can marry or not? we are the country that established itself to be FREE yet we were one of the last countries to make slavery illegal and one of the last countries to keep gays from getting married. it's just ridiculous. they're not hurting anyone, i don't see why people can't just accept the fact that they're different. and it's a BEAUTIFUL thing. how horrible and boring would the world be if we were all the same?? thank heavens for our diversity. why can't we just be tolerant of each others diversity and move towards a peaceful society???

think of it this way - i'm sure that everyone wants their kids to be happy. they want their children to find love, companionship, have a family, do whatever it takes to BE HAPPY. now what if one of your children were gay? would you love them any less? would you want them to be any less happy? so why can't they get the same things - love, companionship, family?? a lot of people argue that they can be together, just not get married. why is it that people are okay with other people getting married and divorced 7, 8, 9 times but won't let two men or two women marry? or people argue that they don't need marriage if they love each other. well... the same goes for everyone. why do we need the certification of marriage to show our love? becasue it's something we want! a wedding is to celebrate your love and show the world your committment to each other. why take that joy away from someone?

i know i havn't changed anyones minds, but.. food for thought. there is a rally going on december 10. there are already over 90,000 people participating. the rally is to not support the economy at all on this day; its just a simple way to join together for human equality.

if you don't agree with having a gay/lesbian community, this strike isn't just for them. it's international human rights day. you know i love those awesome random holidays! human rights... that goes for blacks, hispanics, whites, people on welfare, orphans, children that get killed in abortions... if not for the gays or lesbians, do it for someone else.

i would almost expect the mormon religion to understand. all of the persecution that they had to survive... we're giving the same persecution that was forced upon the mormons to another community.

just think about it.

and if you're totally against this, i don't want to hear it. i don't want to start a huge argument with anyone in my family. i get pretty heated when it comes to this stuff (just like the vegetarian thing). i just wanted to let you know how i feel and if you agree, participate. thats all. i love you all no matter your views :)

IF YOU ARE PRESS or YOU ARE CLOSING YOUR BUSINESS FOR THE DAY,
contact us asap at adaywithoutgays2008@gmail.com

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COME BACK ON DEC 11TH to post your experiences and find out what happens next
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In a historic election, America voted for its first African-American President.
But opponents of full equality for another minority were also successful across the Nation.

It's time to take a stand for FULL EQUALITY for ALL AMERICANS, including the LGBT Community!

45 States ban gay marriage in some form.
30 states ban gay and lesbian employment protection
16 states are planning to ban gay adoptions and fostering.
Civil Unions are denied the 1100 Federal benefits of marriage.

Join us on December 10th, International Human Rights Day.

STRIKE! Take the day off, close your business, or call in sick. (unless you may get fired because you are gay or lesbian)

BOYCOTT! Don't buy anything, spend money or support the economy.

PARTICIPATE! Don't stay home! To volunteer, petition or protest, go to adaywithoutgays.com.
(If you live in CA, go to couragecampaign.org to find out how to help overturn Prop 8.)

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WHAT ABOUT THE ECONOMY?!?!?!

THIS IS ABOUT RAISING AWARENESS. A one-day strike/boycott is symbolic and will not have a huge impact. However, for millions of gay and lesbians, the current economic situation is made even worse without the rights and benefits of marriage or employment protection. Also, gay marriage would have brought $683 million and over 2200 jobs to CA in 3 years. If you really support America's economy, support Gay Marriage.

"The world only moves forward. We will be citizens! The time has come." - ANGELS IN AMERICA

paper planes - MIA

2008-12-08T14:33:00.000-08:00

well last night me and the boys needed a little study break. so we started jamming and ta-da, a music video was born! this song is called paper planes by M.I.A. it's actually a rap song... made acoustic. we even put it on youtube! i'm going to be famous.
i left my guitar in my car (because i was jamming with someone somewhere else a couple days ago) so i had to use matt's travel guitar. it's just a little guy. annnyyway, just wanted to show the fam how awesome i am lol. we're going to make a christmas song video soon, just gotta get through finals.
don't you fret though, i'll remember all of you when i'm rich and famous :) haha just messing

its JUST [just] a little CRUSH [crush] (Jennifer Paige)

2008-12-05T22:22:00.000-08:00

this song seemed fitting. althooougghhh the song goes on to say that "its not like every time we touch i faint" which if any of these hotties touched me, i'd probably faint.

ahhh yes, the celeb crush post. i don't remember all the categories i'm supposed to have, but i'll just go off memory. it's not like y'all are reading this anyways, you just want to oogle the pics.

Movie actor:

ooooh johnny. he's AMAZING. he is hands down the BEST actor, ever. edward scissor hands, blow, pirates movies, secret window. he can play any type of character he wants and he's so good he can pick what he wants. he's rich. he's beautiful. and most important of all - HE'S BASICALLY A PIRATE nuff said.
a very very very close second is good ol' jake.

runner up... uhhh lets just go with christian bale. yummy.those lucky little women

TV:
okay, i already put down nicks pic, but i found another one that is way better. AIDEN! real name - john corbett. but his character always makes me fall in love with him. i'm putting his pic too. this is an incredibly hot post:

Nick Zano. not an incredible actor, but who needs talent when you look like that? he's in a schol called what i like about you. you know what i like about you nick? that smile, that twinkle in your eye, your bod... :)
runner up... let's go with ashton. he was in that 70s show. he's cute. too bad he's married to demi... *sigh*
i love how i honestly do get sad when celebs are in relationships. as if them not being in a relationship increases any chance ihave with them??? lets be honest here

classic:
i'm going with george clooney because to me he's classic. you two have to remember that i'm born a decade after you. he's old, that makes him classic to me. there THERE:

not sure what the deal with the puppy is, but whatev.
HA AND while i was looking up pics i found an article that is titled: which classic actor is today's defining face? answer my friends? GEORGE CLOONEY. see, he is classic.
runner up, hahaha i don't know this guys name. i just typed in classic actor into google image search and this pic came up. i'm not going to argue.

alright, i believe the last one was... singer?? this one is going to be hard...i love too many bands, but alas, none of them are eye candy. uhhh i'll pick the lead singer of sum41. he ain't bad:

but if we're going with a close second with the lead singer of brand new. he is a GENIUS. his songs are incredible. hands down the best concerts i've ever been to in my life. they play the most amazing sets ever. annnnd after one concert i saw him at denny's. it was all i could do from running up to him and screaming like a 12 year old.

although, i have to admit that all of the guys in the backstreet boys got way hot all a sudden. what happened? they used to be awkward.... yum. okay and last but not least i'm throwing this pic up: it's a band i watched wednesday night and they were SOOOOO funny. they're called shwayze. they have an indie reggae rap feel. very chill. here's a pic:

hope you all enjoyed. annnd i hope these pictures are in the right order. i still don't get this blog thing

tell me what you're alright, and everything is alright (Motion City Soundtrack)

2008-11-17T00:59:00.000-08:00

love love love this band. check 'em out.
it's official.
*biiiig dramatic breath* i can breathe freely!!!!
i can not even explain the relief i have been blessed with the last few days. so this semester, i did what i usually do. take a trillion credits and work. now this semester i'm not cheering. i thought to myself, i said, "self, this semester i'm not cheering. i'm kinda super woman. i can toootally take 9 classes, 19 credits total and work and be fine. i mean, i'll have so much more time because i'm not cheering." ccchhhyea right! i have been oober butthead lately because i'm perma-stressed! like, i had a chemistry test wednesday and i turned it in, i was the last to leave and my teacer was like, "how'd you do?" and my response was... "n-n-n-nooot GOOOD!!!" and proceeded to bawl. in front of my chem professor. that was the red flag. something had to change.
soooo i quit my job. yeppp. i've never quit a job before, but it wasn't that hard. plus, i left on good terms, the manager totally understood, i got the rest of my shifts covered and yeah. oh did i mention i changed my emphasis? i didn't change my major, just the emphasis. how come that word looks like i'm spelling it wrong? e-m-p--h-a-s-i-s. i think that's right. anyhoo. yeah and with this change i'm done with chem after this semester. yeah. done and chem in the same sentence. DONE WITH CHEMISTRY.
when i talked to like 4 advisors last week and finally found out i can still get into pt school without more chem i peed my pants a little in excitment. so, i'll be graduated with my undergrad in a year and a half then hopefully onto grad school that fall. can i get a what what? WHAT WHAT!
i feel so much more optimistic about the next 3 semesters. no more chem. :) my classes are still freaking hard, but they're classes i enjoy and find interesting. not cry about.
so i changed my major, quit my job. and yeah. i called the fridays in if town and they said i could work the christmas break and save a little dough that way and yeah....
liiife is soooo much better. although i will point out that it is 2 am and i am still studying for a clinical anatomy test i have in the morning. but it's okay because after my test, i don't have to go to work. can you say.... NAP?!
ahhh i feel like a new woman. anyway, just thought i'd let the two of you that read this know whats going down in me life. but it's onto studying. these review guides kill me. example question: what is the relationship between the coracoacromial arch and the supraspinatus muscle?
with that said, tis time to get back to the books. love y'all and i'll see you saturday :)

by the way, happy national world peace day. thanks to Don Morris of Miami, Florida this day started in 1997. maybe with obama as president we'll finally get out of this stupid war, eh? GObama!

I am the eggman (woo), they are the eggmen (woo), I am the walrus

2008-11-11T13:12:00.000-08:00

ahhh again, i have the chance to quote the beatles in my title. i bet you've all been waiting for this! yes, november 2nd marked yet another national deviled egg day. ahhh, how i love deviled eggs. that's somthing i've always loved about easter, having blue and red and yellow spotted hard boiled eggs to make deviled eggs and potato salad with.

always looked appetizing. sooo for this holiday me and my boys rounded up the needed ingredients and whipped up a batch of eggs. these boys i hang out with are deviled egg FANATICS. they beeegggggg me to make them for them; i usually do when they ask. i'm a horrible cook, but they say i make the best eggs around.

i havn't let them know my secret ingrediant (vinegar. it's no secret they just havn't look up the recipe haha) so i just keep letting them think there's a homemaker inside me somewhere.
ahhh look at the beautiful egg in all of its glory!

i hope next year there are a few more of us that celebrate!

could you take my picture? (filter)

2008-10-30T17:37:00.000-07:00

much promised pictures: heaven and heck party, birthday roses, one from vegas, and one of me and steven

Is there anybody going to listen to my story (beatles)

2008-10-29T16:22:00.000-07:00

Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
She's the kind of girl you want so much
It makes you sorry
Still you don't regret a single day.
Ah girl! Ffff...Girl!

hmmm love the beatles. had to give 'em a little shout out. anywayyyy. so it's probably abouts time i tell all my readers out there that have already heard this story about my 21st! yet again, pictures later. i don't have them with me and i'm just killing 15 minutes before class.
i decided 15 minute time blocks are kind of annoying. it's like when you eat out at a resturant and you can't finish your meal, but there's not enough for left overs. 15 minutes is quite the same. not enough to get significant homework done, yet enough to do... SOMETHING.
so here i am on my little bloggy blogsters.
wellll this big 21 celebration occured at the stroke of midnight wednesday night, officially being thursday morning, october 16 marking 21 glorious years after my life had begun (although i think i was born at like... 8 am or something). we went to this dive place where you can play poker, i played one hand and peaced out. me and a few friends stayed up just hanging and talking. oh the college life and mentality of going to bed before 3 is going to bed early. then i wake up at like 730. still not srue how our bodies let us do it. annnyyyhooooo
my actualy day of my birthday sucked. that's waht i get for taking 19 credits and having 3 labs on the same day.
brief vent about labs - they are ONE FREAKING CREDIT people. there is NO need to have 3 hour long lab class, spend 3 hours a week on lab reports, and an additional hour prepping my lab notebook and doing prelabs. ridiculous.
annnyyhooo, i didn't get out of class until 8 or so (on thurdays i have marathon thursday and go to school from 9 am to 9pm). after that, a group of 14 of my closests friends went to this placed called old chicago. kinda like a spaghetti factory or something, but waaaaayyy better. plus it's downtown and walking down there is really fun. it's like downtown idaho falls, but you don't get the feeling like your'e going to get molested or robbed. so take the ghetto out and that's more or less downtown boise.
we ended up going to a friends house and played games for a while until the wee hours in the morning. me and my roommies finally started heading home and OPPS. realized i forgot my purse at the resturant. we ran back but of course they were closed. oooh yeah i had a flight to vegas at 6 am the next morning. so of course i was hoping it was at the resturant and i didn't leave it somewhere else. i was freaking out thinking about my debit card, credit card, social security card, id, camera, phone, EVERYTHING and wondering where it was. so of course i didn't sleep at all, just freaked out and called the resturant until they opened at 3 in the afternoon. *angry face*
so i had to call the airport and scream my way into them changing my flight. i have a mean side that comes out sometimes at workers. i think i get it from my dad, and i should KNOW better because i've worked in resturants for so long but... when someone is telling me it's going to cost me an addition 250 bucks to book a ticket... ain't gonna fly. plus, the people on the phone were all arebic (sp??) and had heavy accents and i was getting frustrated. plus it's my birthday, you're supposed to give me whatever i want right? PLUUUUUSSSS, i was running on like zero hours of sleep, thus i was a little cranky.
anyway, liek it always works, if you complain enough you get free stuff. so they changed my flight and i landed in vegas midnight that night. i met up with my friends from suu including my bff dan. they had gotten a room at the new york new york so we went there and played in the arcade place and the rollercoaster. it was sooo good to catch up with them. i stayed at my friend jenny's so in the wee hours in the morning we headed to her place to sleep for a big. the next day was spent by the pool (nice break from snow!) at the new york new york. that night one of my friends' bands was playing in this club on the strip so he got us into vip and it was awesome to listen to them. plus, i love concerts so... it was good tiems all around. again we stayed up wayyyyy late, i'm starting to look like a vombie at this point in time.
the next day definently caught up on some sleep it was nice. then my cousin steven picked me up from jenny's and i went over to the hale's. can i just say, home cooked meals ROCK. it was nice to have a good sunday meal with the fam. we played apples to apples after that, and a few games of speed which i havn't played in like a decade. then steven asked me if i had gambled in vegas yet. i hadn't and he's like, "oh i'll totally go with you. circus circus has 3 dollar black jack tables." so i got up, got my shoes on and headed towards the door when steven looks down and says, "well we gotta wait until midnight. i don't want to break the sabbeth."
so we waited until midnight to gamble. i'm sure God was real happy about that, haha. time FLIES when you gamble, i can totally see how people get addicted. it moves so fast, we looked down and realized it was 330 am and decided to peace out. so we left twenty dollars less and headed home. my plane was the next day where i crashed the whole time. the stewartess had to poke me after the plane landed to wake me up. soooo sleep deprived.
but i got home to boise safely, and even made it to my chemistry class that night.
since then i've been playing catch up but it was such a good weekend away.
wellll 15 minutes up, i'm off to chem, my other half.
p.s. we had another test last week and i got a 90.5%. class average - 68%. jigga what
OOOOOOOOOOOOh and cadaver test - 97%. including spelling. ch-yea, i know i'm awesome. so in case anyone needs to know where the extensor carpi radialis brevis is, i totally know where it is AND how to spell it.
well untill next time blog fans - i'm gonna make like a mexican and run. (is that bad to say?)
hmm i'll sign off with something classier - i'm going to make like a tom and crusie to class. peace out homie -gs. keeps it real home slices. you know i will

can i get a what what? bounce wit me bounce wit me (jay-z)

2008-10-09T12:27:00.000-07:00

turns out i got a 90% on my chemistry test. yeah the class average was a 65%. and i'm pretty sure i just killed my cadaver midterm (no pun intended)

holla at ya girl!

recall the moments that once have (coheed and cambria)

2008-10-08T14:42:00.001-07:00

just a wee little update. on saturday me and five other girls got all dressed up for a heaven and heck party. it ended up being kinda stupid... which was a disappointment. we got all dressed up for nothing. it was fun with us six though; it was at this club kind of place and it was for 18 year olds and up. we had high hopes, but alas, way too many high school kids showed up... i'm not okay with that. we were dancing and just being dorks in our our little area and these like 18 year old high school guys tried to hit on us. creepers, so we left. the night wasn't a total loss, we had brought a change of clothes in the car and went to a friends house. we still had to explain the excessive use of costume make up though. oh well, not all costume parties can be amazing right? plus we're having another pajama party this weekend. any excuse i have to bust out my footies is a good one. oooh and pictures, we took like 2 but they're on someone else's camera. so once i steal them from someones myspace or facebook or whatever i'll totally post 'em.
OOOh and the obsession continues:
speaking of facebook, did you know that there's a PIRATE LANGUAGE??? yeah, if you go to settings and go to language, scroll all the way to the bottom, there's totally a pirate english language setting. it's the freaking funniest thing in the world. it's kinda hard because you don't know exactly what you're doing sometimes because some of the terms really throw you off, but its good for a laugh. like instead of signing out you abandon ship and instead of your status being single it's marooned. good stuff like that. also, we're planning a pirate movie party. excellent.
i had a chem test monday... who in their right mind makes chem tests essay questions. like... REALLY?? multiple choice, pahhhleeeese. one of the questions was make an insoluable compound from two or more soluable compounds and balance the equation. after you have done that, write it in the net ionic form and tell me which one is the oxidizing agent and the reducing agent.
jigga what?????
so i'll see how i did on that in just a few hours.
what else is new.............................................................
i'm obsessed with this band, coheed and cambria. i've had their stuff but i havn't listened to them in a while. the guy has a freakishly high voice, but he's actually really fat and has hair down to his butt that's curly. good stuff.
i brought my guitar back with me after my weekend adventure and the guys from upstairs and i have been making sweet guitar love. they have a little recording thing and it's way cool. they'll give me a pretty easy chord precussion to play and then matt will just bust in crazy cool electric guitar solos and mark (house) will be busting out cello solos. we sound pretty incredible. OOH and i havn't mentioned - matt is in a beatles impersonator (spelling? pshhh forget it) band.
i'm in love with sushi
i painted my fingernails all white. i'm not sure how i feel about it. it reminds me of when me and sarah were little we would use white out instead of fingernail polish.
i have a midterm tomorrow in my cadaver lab. we have 100 terms to know. so there will be 2 dead bodies laying out with flags sticking out of them and we have to identify the muscle or nerve. oh and spelling counts. then there are a whole bunch of bones laying out and we have to identify which side of the body its on and write out whatever they're pointing out like a tuberosity, fossa, ect. and as you know, spelling ain't my strong suit.
well i think that's all my ramblings on my random post. back to kines homework.
ooooh and EIGHT DAYS TILL ME BDAY.

where she get her body from? she get it from her mama (juvenile)

2008-10-04T17:47:00.000-07:00

i'd just like to take a moment and "thank" mom for my body. there's this ridiculous rap song (note that i used for my blog title) that made me think about my little situtataion. i've been having a harder and harder time with my poor joints. last weekend as the 2 of you that read this know, i went home, had 2 steroid shots in my joint sockets for pain and depending on how some test results go, i might take steroid pills everyday!! how fun... that would REALLY help pack on the pounds that i've been "trying" to put on. just kidding, not trying but it's happening. weird how you go from running 3-5 miles everyday and cheering every day to not physically being able to do that how fast you gain weight... weird. NOT!
anyhooo.... i'd like to thank mom for my.....
knees
back
allergies
joints in general
virus for cold sores (that i JUST found out i had... thanks mom!)
digestive system
metabolism - i think that me, mom, and kar have the same metabolism. we have to work our butts off to MAINTAIN our weight, let alone loose a dang pound!
being height challenged
super awesome eyes (dad helped with this too). i've been having really hard contact issues the last few weeks
and yet with all these issues, mom couldn't give me one thing that she blessed brianna and natalie with. boobs. where is the love mama?

i'm just sick of waking up every morning in pain and being told i have the body of an 60 year old and there's nothing i can really do about it. and i hate having a weekly pill thing that i fill up and have to take. i'm freaking twenty!! for the love! well that's really all, i'm going to go slowly walk to my kitchen and eat some rice in hopes that it makes my tummy feel better. mom put me on the brat diet for how upset my stomach has been lately. more fun fun times!

2008-09-20T15:26:00.000-07:00

i just wanted to put up a few cute pictures of some of our neighbors.
this is wild bill, one of the boys that lives across the hall. note how wet we all are... yeah after our waterfight.

this is matt, he lives upstairs. i love this picture because it looks like a cheesy engagement picture. when really he just started taking a million pictures so i was just looking at him and laughing. so cute

this is mark, he also lives upstairs. he's sooo funny. oh and has a cane. he got in a motorcycle accident and totally walks with a cane now, it's rad.

a pirates life for me

2008-09-20T11:31:00.000-07:00

so yesturday was national talk like a pirate day. it's totally real... i read a rumor or two the day before, but figured it wasn't real. then i was leaving the gym and there was this girl with like 30 pirate balloons. this peaked my interest, so i did what i always do when my interest is peaked. i googled it. turns out there's a story behind it,
anyways. as most people know, i'm a big fan of theme parties. big fan. soooo i called up some buddies and we decided to make it happy. PIRATE PARTY! it was awesome. way more people dressed up then i thought would. turns out everyone loves pirates. by the way - do you realize how much fun it is to talk like a pirate??? telling people to walk the plank, casey (a friend) made a mess making dinner so i told him to swab the deck. all hands on deck, getting to call girls wenches and not look like a brat when you do. i'm alll over this pirate talk business.
i think karlenn knows, but i don't know if a lot of other people do, but i'm totally obsessed with pirates. and johnny depp. if being a pirate was a major... arrrrg, i'd be all over that matey. i still remember when i went to disney land with kar and we saw cap'n jack sparrow. i think i picked up dylan, karlenn grabbed sadie in the stroller and we started booking it towards him for a picture. classic. i even looked up old english handwriting and wrote "a pirates life for me" on a big poster for the door. i can't stress enough how much i heart pirates! anyway, here are a few pictures for your enjoyment....

baby girl, i'm a blur (say anything)

2008-09-16T19:16:00.000-07:00

you know when you do a lot of homework and everything after that feels like a blur? like you're been consentrating so much on something and all a sudden talking sounds hard? that is me after my chemistry test. its a chem class i've taken before, so i didn't think it'd be that bad. but we had a test and i didn't bother buying the book because i knew how to do the concepts. wellll guess what? about half the test was asking for word for word definitions from our book. GAY SAUCE. so i don't think i did that well on it.
oh and my innternet doesn't work because the wireless signal isn't strong enough by where we live so i have to use my roommates, it's annoying. theirs works because they have a cord to plug into the wall, but i don't have one. it sucks because i can't just do homework whenever i want, i have to wait for her to get home and... blah.
now i'm just in the mood to vent.
i hate that teachers think you're only taking their class and give you impossibly hard tasks that take hours and hours. HELLO? who only takes one 3 credit class?
annnnd i hate busy work classes. classes that you sit and write meaningless papers that you don't learn something for. i have to take this stupid kines 101 class and its gay. everyone in there are smelly freshman that have no idea what they want to do and are just really immature still (disreguard the waterfight post for a minute). we don't even have a book in the class or any tests. just reading responses weekly that a graduate student grades. yeahhh so i spent a lot of time on one paper because i wanted to like get something out of it and the guy gave me a 2.5 out of 3 on it. i went and asked him what was wrong, he said... "i dunno, i felt like i was giving too many 3s. do you want a hundred on it?" like... FOR REALS???? *angry face*
oooh and one of my roommates smokes pot and cigarettes. annoying.
and my body is falling apart. i'm gaining weight like crazy becasue i can't run. i'll sit and ride the bike and elliptical for an hour at a time, and nothing. i just want to jog and do the thing that i love to do. but i can't... and i'm only 20 years old. its just not fair that i can't enjoy the things that i love to do. and the last few days my hip has really been hurting. i can feel it out of place. like walking hurts. and i don't know if i slept on it funny or waht, but i can't even walk. last night i slept on the floor because i couldn't climb up to my bed because i was in so much pain. and i'm out of my good pain killers and i don't even know what to do. i don't want to just take a million advil a day....
wow, i'm having a way worse day than i thought i was. its just hard too because i miss my best friend dan and emily so much. especially dan. and it just breaks my heart... like whenever i call he has to go to cheer and whenever he mentions it, its just like picking the scab again.
sorry.... sometimes its just nice to vent. but i gotta go read my cardiopulmonary renal physiology book. how fun

can we make this last forever.... (amber pacific - the right to write me off)

2008-09-04T18:26:00.000-07:00

there's nothing like college to make you realize how fun it is to be immature. a few little stories of my first week....
we have some boys that live across the hall from us, and they remind me of twelve year olds. bless their hearts. anyhoo, one day i was just doing homework, minding my own business when all a sudden they bust in water guns in hand and start to open aim fire. i got SOAKED. oh, but don't you stress boys and girls, we retaliated. we went to the store, got some cheap super soakers and started the biggest water fight ever. it lasted for hours. we ran through the halls, outside, other peoples halls.... good times good times.
now this next one was kinda scary but now its way funny. so we go to someones house and decide to play hide and seek. sounds silly, but it was sooo fun. so someone is counting and we're looking for legit places to hide when the idea struck someone - the ceiling. it was one of those ceilings where you can move the tile pieces around. so a boy jumped up there and proceeded to pull 4 girls up. so we're in an attic crawl space, crunched up in little balls, trying to only sit and balance on the wood beams, covered in insulation. we can hear the guy looking for us so we don't make a peep. now this guy was sooo determined he would find us. we ended up hiding up there for like an hour and a half. finally the guy gives up, screams out to the house that he gives up. so we go to the door thing we used to go up in and while we're crawling over, one of the girls steps in the middle of the 2 beams where there is only plexiglass and insulation. ooh yeah. you know what happened.
she tooootallly fell through. like... collapsed the ceiling fell through. insulation went flying EVERYWHERE. it looked like the house had exploded. we didn't know what to say... then the guy that owns the house just started laughing. we ended up rolling in the insulation for hours just laughing. luckily, the guy that owns this house is like... really rich. like... he drives a hummer and each head rest has a tv built into it rich. so of all people to have that happen to it was good that it was someone who is willing to pay for it. i've even heard this guy say, "i'm so rich i dont' even know what to do with all my money."
so thats one of my awesome living in student housing causing trouble stories. anyone else have a good story? do tell do tell.
i tag the 2 people that read this :)

6 quirks aaannd a little something extra :)

2008-07-15T19:32:00.000-07:00

I've been meaning to do this tag forever but i get discouraged because the only people that read it are my sisters and lets be honest - i hang out with them like every other day so... i just feel stupid blogging. oh well. i usually hate tags, i just think they're really stupid... most of the things are trivial things that we all pretty much know. where you were born, your middle name, blah blah. but i liked this one because it was actually getting to know YOU and your personality. most of the personality tags remind me of college dating. you meet someone... ask where they're from... ask how many in their family... and then its just awkward information you're bound to forget within minutes anyway.
ANNNYHOOOO, so to my quirks. i've tried to put some thought into these because i'm a nerd.

1 - i leave my shoes everywhere! this is a habit that even annoys me. sometimes i leave them by the door, sometimes by the couch, sometimes by the table, the computer desk, my bathroom, my room, the trampoline... everywhere. then i'll go looking for a certain pair of shoes and of course can't find them. then i'll go looking for ANY pair of shoes, and again... can't find them. mom usually ignores it but after about a week or so she gathers all them up and puts them in a huge pile in front of my door. then it's like i discovered a whole new privet shoe store.

2 - this is pretty similar to the shoes but slightly different. i find it almost impossible to finish glasses of water or waterbottles. i'm like that little girl in signs. i can completely finish other drinks but not water. but, every night i take a glass of water with me to bed and never finish it and the next morning i'm left with a half glass of semi warm water. and of course, i always forget to take the glass upstairs so within a week i don't have room to put a new glass on my night stand. but its the same with waterbottles. i'll always have like half a dozen mostly finished water bottles in my car at any given time. for some reason i can't swig that last swallow.

3 - i'm the most indecisive person EVER. i've had the hardest time deciding where to transfer this fall, i'm still not happy with my choice. it took me until halfway through the summer to decide where to stay for the summer. at resturants i always ask other people what i want and i WORK at resturants. i mean, what does it matter? we eat 3 meals a day every day of our lives, so what if one is bad. but it's like a life and death choice of what i should eat. i can't tell you how many times i would call my best friend dan in the morning and ask him what i should wear. at first he put up with it, but after a few years of friendship he told me to just close my eyes and grab whatever i feel. i've changed my major like a gajillion times. but on the other hand, when i know what i want i give it all i've got. i'm pretty determined, but i have to KNOW for sure what i want.

4 - i have the weirdest memory. i have an insanely good short term memory, hence my calling to life as a waitress. but then i remember those stupid things. i can't tell you how many times i will see people that i've waited on and i can remember what they had to eat. "sticky finger salad, extra ranch on the side and a blackberry lemonade, right?" it kinda freaks people out. even now, i remember the most retarded things! like... a few weeks ago, i picked up a friend at the vegas airport. i still remember we were on level m2m and i was parked in row j between the 8 and 9 pillar. who remembers stuff like that? or if i'm looking something up in a text book that i've read, i can rememeber where it is on a page. "it's in the second paragraph on the left side of the book." but then i can't remember to call people back or where i put my shoes. so frustrating.

5 - i mathmatically figure out the most ridiculos stuff when i'm bored. when i run on treadmills i count how many steps it takes me to run .01 miles then i multiply it and figure out how many to take a full mile, then how many to however long i'm running then figure out how many steps until i'm done or my exact pace ect. or at work, i figure out how many files there are to be scanned and at the rate i'm going how long it will take me to get done. or i figure out how much money i approximately make per file scanned. and another classic example i hope my family remembers - skiing. i started doing this when i was really little and i still do it to this day. i watch the number of the chairlift that i get on and i find things in common with every single other chairlift i've been on that day and i get soooo disappointed when i can't figure anything out. it'll be anything from odd or even numbers, divisible by a certain number, even if i use the numbers to get a number i want. like... if i had been on even chairs all day then i get on chair 23, well... 2 times 3 is six which is an even number. i know, totally weird but i crank out random math things just when i'm bored.

6 - i think it was natalie that said something about this, but i have to use my body evenly. and i totally obsess about it. i was telling nat and kar about this the other night. at rosemark womens center i mostly sit all day and i get totally paranoid that i'm going to get bed sores on my butt. i know it takes years and years for them to develope but i totally obsess. or i have to take turns in my mouth chewing because i'm so scared one side of my teeth will get worn down more than the other. or if you're walking up a big flight of stairs where it goes flat for a second then more stairs.. i totally keep track of the last leg i used to step up so that i can use the other leg as to not use one more than the other. or if i'm sleeping on the couch on my stomach, i switch sides so my neck faces each way. it's the weirdest thing to obsess about but i do.

now i'm adding a fun little side tag to this. i tag all my sisters. tell me about one of your biggest pet peeves. just type it out, post it up, and tag your other friends. here's mine:
one of my biggest pet peeves is people that don't understand 4 way stops or round abouts. it's not that hard people! get it together!!! it's not who is the most aggressive or the person on the right or whatever. it's the person that gets there first. if you get there at the same time, the person crossing the least amount of traffic lanes goes first. example, 2 of you pull up at the same time, one person is turning left while the other is going straight. the person turning left is preventing any other traffic, thus the person going straight would go first. not that hard. AAAND furthermore, when there are like 4 or so lanes on each side, you go by sides. why else would there be more than one lane? they make more than one lane to move more traffic. it's not called a 12 way stop, it's a FOUR way stop. for the love of everything holy, figure it out people.

let the bodies hit the floor (drowning pool)

2008-06-25T13:44:00.000-07:00

how could i have forgotten my favorite part of my vegas trip???? we went to the bodies exibit at the tropicana. for those of you that don't know, the bodies exibit features real dead bodies that have been permanently preserved. it was the coolest thing ever! it had full cadavers in moving positions, like throwing a ball, leaning backwards and it talked about different muscles used. it had almost every organ showed how it worked talked about random little facts. there was a room of just organ defects, like a smokers lung, a stroke victims brain, organs with cancer, ect. there was a room of arteries and veins. they did this process with several organs but they did it to a full cadaver: they put some chemical that hardened the arteries in the body, then cut away the rest of it so you saw every artery in your whole body... SO amazing. there was a cadaver of just skin, they had like... skinned a whole body (that one sounds gross, but it was cool i promise). they transversly cut a whole body and made hardened mri disks to look at. there was a fetal room too. some viewers were not a fan, but i thought it was cool. it showed fetuses at different developing stages. i can't believe even after 2 months how dang small babies are! it showed some conjoined twins and other birth defects. that room was sad, but still interesting. i was blown away. my friends made fun of me for being such a nerd because they would ask me questions and i knew a lot of them! i felt so smart! they'd be like... how does this work? and i could answer some of it. yet again i felt like a kid in the candy store. it was sooooo cool. we were supposed to eat lunch after and when i suggested a place everyone just looked in awe, like how could i possibly eat after that? i just remember my freshman year of college, i had a cadaver lab and my only time to each lunch was right after that.... at first it was hard and even after some dissections i couldn't shove food down but... you get used to it. anyway, it was very very cool. i suggest everyone going if they get a chance.

viva las vegas (johnny cash )

2008-06-25T13:29:00.002-07:00

so vegas, total blast. it was way different than our usual friday night drive down. usually when we go to vegas it's for a concert, something specific, but this little weekend trip was to show some of my friends from europe around the city. it was fun to do the more touristy things there. we walked the strip, went to all the free little shows like treasure island (which is WAY more ronchy than i ever remember it being), ceasars, bellagio, ect. we ate at rainforest cafe (all time fav just because of the decoration), some yummy italian place. it was a blast. oh and we went to the cirque du soleil beatles edition. it was like my add heaven. there was so much going on, i wasn't sure what to look at! we were in the third row and it was right above us... SO fun! it was sad to leave, but alas... i do need a job. i was going to head to idaho today but i got to cedar city last night and me and my friend emily ended up pulling an all nighter just talking. like... literally went to sleep at about 9 this morning. so... driving for 8 hours today - not so appealing. i'll eventually get there, don't you fret.

2008-06-25T13:29:00.001-07:00

so sick so sick of being tired (taking back sunday)

2008-06-20T01:49:00.001-07:00

wellllll my traveling days aren't over yet folks. after getting back to america, i had an AWESOME six hour delay until i got back to idaho falls. but a wee few days after getting back to idaho falls i had an AWESOME 8 hour drive to cedar city. but i got to see mitch on my way down which was good. he amazes me! anyhoooo, after getting here i went from bumming around to officially living out of my car. this afternoon i had to go get the rest of my clothes from my friends storage unit where all of my stuff is currently sitting. so i filled my car up with clothes and other items i deemed necessary for the rest of the summer and now i feel like a hobo with all of my stuff in my car. oh well. i'm off to vegas in the morning and i'm so excited because i get to see my friends from europe and my fun cute friends katie, dan, and nick from pahrump! after that i need to get one of those job thingys and start earning money for college. i hear this whole earning money for college thing is important so i figure i'll look into it and do that. blah, back to the real world, eh?
so how does everyone feel about me becoming a physical therapist. i figure i'll have like 5 more years of school but.... that'd be pretty cool. thoughts? feelings? suggestions?? let me know because i seriously think i'm physically incapable to decide where i should go to school and what i should be when i grow up. wellll i'm going to go to sleep now because i need to get up early and drive more. hooray.... NOT.

provance, france and barcelona, spain

2008-06-06T10:48:00.000-07:00

provance... i don´t have much to say. it was kinda a night stop. we drove there and slept and left at the buttcrack of dawn. we got to barcelona and i´m in love!!! this place is soooo perfect. it´s warm, the people are nice, you´re right by a beautiufl mountain, there´s palm trees, right by the beach.... i could sooooo live here. we went on a tour today and we got to see all of goudi´s buildings. i think ben (and maybe kar?) would have died. i´m not into architecture at all, but i was soooo blown away. this guys work is incredible. some of his stuff looks like dr. suess or something.... dude. i´m so in love with this town. i´m not doing a lot because i´m literally out of money. between my fun fun medical situations and freaking having to pay for the bathrooms and of course never ending metro tickets i´ve spent like... my life savings! but... i´ve gotten everyone gifts taht i hope you like (even dad... yikes, i hope he likes it) and i´m definently ready to come home. i totally love spain but i have no money. and when you walk around these towns board you are bound to find something you don´t think you can live without. so today we did the guided tour which was awesome and tomorrow we´re going to hit the beach. we figure we can´t spend too much money there, right? after here, we´re just going to madrid then it´s off to america. it´s going to be weird to be somewhere where they speak your language, you get free refills, you don´t have to pay for water, bathrooms, getting directions.... there are perks about america that i miss. i still miss everyone, of course, and i can´t wait to meet micah and ivy. (did i spell your children´s names right?? i hope so haha. am i a bad aunt :( ) anyways, i better go but if you ever get a chance to come to spain... TAKE IT! this place is breathtaking!

french riveria (cannes, france)

2008-06-04T11:49:00.000-07:00

well being the hale girl on vacation that i am, i was bound to run into some random once in a lifetime disease thing that sucks to have in another country: obviously a cough and sinus headache wasnt enough, no no, i had to break out in total hives: i did some laundry in rome and apparently had a crazy allergic reaction to the detergent that they used: so i woke up on one of our bus drives in a total rash exactly where my clothes were: so i had to take a freeeeezing cold shower to soothe my skin, run to the pharmacist, have my tour guide try to explain to a french jerk (because all frenchmen are jerks) then spend 50 bucks on pills and cream: then the next day i was supposed to spend the entire day relaxing on the beach; but alas, i had to wash all my clothes first: but since i spent way too much on medicine i decided to plug the bathtub and wash my entire suitcase full of clothes by hand, a task i never saw myself doing: my clothes didnt dry very well so i still had to find a laundromat and pay 15 bucks just to dry my clothes: arg!!!! se la ve (that is life?? i know how it sounds but not how to spell); oh well i still made it to the beach and of course got a sunburn ontop of hives: talk about some really cute pictures; huh?? haha

florance, italy

2008-06-04T11:43:00.000-07:00

i loooooved florance. it was my favorite city in italy: and i apologize for the : but i cant find the period on this stupid french computer so deal with: the city was full of great knock off purses and of course the spot where the renosonce was born: i got to see where michelangelo lived; it was cool: the statues were everywhere: the david was of course my fav: he was so clean and the story and symbolism behind the statue are super rad: we didnt do a ton in florance but it was nice having a break to just wander and shop a little: im so excited to go home and eat cheap, just to make you understand how expensive it is to eat a big mac at mcdonnalds cost a girl 13 euro which is like 20 bucks: ridiculous: well im going to make it short because of course it costs money:

when in rome...

2008-05-30T06:33:00.000-07:00

rome is crazy busy, and italians loooooove blondes. sometimes they just stare, and sometimes they make a kissy face. im getting used to just ignoring everyone that talks to me haha. well since in rome weve seen all the major sites... the colloseum (SP?? i give up on spelling), the forum, vatican, sistine chapel... all very cool. its kinda sereal, you get to these places and youre like, oh, its just like in the movies. ill just stop every once in a while and be like, am i really in italy right now? am i really on top the swiss alps? am i really roaming the streets of rome? its just weird. tomorrow we drive to florance. this part of the trip has been a little more fun just because its been relaxing. i had so much i wanted to see the first few cities so it was just sprinting around in places you dont know but now its more of seeing the sites and relaxing and i dunno. its all really fun though. im starting to get over my sickness... i had to buy some cough syrup and i couldnt read the instructions so hopefully i dont die of a cough syrup overdose. plus it was like 30 bucks. the american dollar is worthless here! anyhoo im gonna get going because time is money so... chow friends! :)

germany and switzerland (and kinda italy)

2008-05-26T09:48:00.000-07:00

we were only in germany for like 3 hours which sucked. it was a loooong day on the bus. you definently start to experiment with different ways of sleeping when youre on a bus that long. but we got to see a cool castle in germany then we just kinda hung out at the hotel. they actually threw a disco for us... it was really funny. it was all techno music that none of us had heard before, but still fun. the next day we went to switzerland... holy cow! it was soooo pretty there, just like out of the movies. i started getting sick, i have a really sore throat and sound like a man. but of course thats bound to happen when you go on vacation, right? right when we got off the bus we went to our little bed and breakfast hotel and they had a hot dinner waiting for us. i just wanted to hug them, i felt like i havnt had good service in forever! it was awesome. the next day we went to mount pilatus, one of the swiss alps. we road the steepest railroad track in the world up the top. it was crazy... we were above clouds. it felt like you could see the world curving. way cool. we took the gondolas down and it felt like you were floating into heaven, kinda reminded me of jackson hole. oh but on the top there was snow and a little punk kid threw one at me, i was sooo mad! you dont throw stuff at people you dont know. and his dad was just laughing about it. for reals??? anyways that night we finally got home after the gondolas stopped and i had a closterphobic (spelling??) attack but when we got back to our hotel another hot meal waited for us. it was awesome. ive been going running the past few nights. just a little jog in the swiss alps, aint no thang right? so cool. i cant get over how pretty it is. even the cows are beautiful. anyway today we left and got to venise italy. we took a boat ride in a different town today, it was really fun. its soooo warm here. right when we got here we hit the beach and found an internet cafe. its like the cheapest internet we have found. anyway, i cant believe my trip is half way over. some days i feel like ive been gone months and other days i feel like i just left yesturday.
still miss everyone like crazy. karlenn, if you get to the internet soon, congrats on your baby. im so excited to meet my new niece and nephew. numbers 6 and 7 right? anyhoo, love you all miss you more.
oh and beej, i havnt really found anything on those horses.... any other ideas on what you want?
and mama i got you a figurine from germany... thats where you wanted it from right? let me know if not.... well i love you!!! bye

more amsterdam

2008-05-22T07:00:00.000-07:00

so yesturday and today i've realized how much i love holland! yetuday we saw more of the holland sa`ide rather than the scary STD side. we went to a cheese and clog and diamond factory - i bought some clogs!! i put my feet in the north sea. everything is on stilts; its pretty cool. we hung out a day in a quaint town and people are so nice; i love holland. so we just got to see the farmer fun holland side. it was good times. after that we went into town and found a way cool sports resturant grill thing and watchded the soccer game. it w as funny into it people got. again sorryabout the typing; im on a dutch mac and i'm not sure where the delete button is.... it just was way more relaxed here. i thin its ecuse there was so much i wanted to see in london and paris so its nice to just hang. today we went to the anne frank museum. i was crying the whole time. walking in the rooms was insane. very humbling. they had videos of her dad talking about her (he survived), her friend that she talks about. i dunno it was just very very intense emotion. the rest of the day we just kinda walked around and shopped. i heart holland. i'm really excited for germany. fun fact - amsterdam has 1200 bridges :)
miss you all, stay safe

2008-05-22T06:52:00.000-07:00

brussels (belgium) and amsterdam (holland)

2008-05-20T14:39:00.000-07:00

immediately leaving france, the people are SOOOOo nice.. it's refreshing. they smile, they help when you ask, they don't kick you out of resturants for being american.... i'm a fan. we drove from paris to amsterdam today which was a LOOOOOONG drive, but we stopped in belgium. of course i ate some belgium waffles which were to die for. (side note - teh crepes in paris were awesome... i'd go back for that hahaha). we walked around some shops and the people were just nice. go belgium. we got to amsterdam and its scarey! i mean the people are nicer and i feel more comfortable here but its weird. if you want to eat or get a coffee or whatever you have to go to a cafe. if you go to a coffee shop it means it has weed, "special" brownies, and "special" mushroom tea. it's just weird to see drugs for sale so publicly. i guess its not legal but they told us the police don't care. either way - i'm staying away from that. the thought alone terrifies me. so we got here and we're staying in a hostil (sp? i suck at spellling! i'm a science girl) which is actually really nice. i was surprised! it's just like a hotel room, with the keys and everything except there's 6 to a room with bunkbeds. it's not too bad, kinda fun to have that experience. we took a walking tour of the city today and we totally walked through the red light district. again - it was scary. i don't think my eyes have ever been that wide before. there are rows and rows of little rooms with a bed in them and the prostitutes just stand in the window and wait for people to walk up. we only went down one street which was enough to see it and remember it. there's no need to walk around it curiously. after our tour they let us wander. most the group stayed in the red light district but a handful of us sprinted towards the lighted area and resturants - no coffee shops! so we're calling it a night tonight but tomorrow is busy busy as usual.
my body is so confused.... i sleep at random times, i'm eating weird food. like if we have half hour breaks, i totally power nap. my body doesn't get it. oh well. but its nice to be in a lower key area rather than london and paris. in those 2 cities i had a lot of things i wanted to see in a short amount of time and now its more relaxing to just kinda wander, pull out a map and try to figure out where you are with flemmish (its a language!) and dutch named streets. i'm not even sure where we're headed after this. anyhoo i better get running again. god bless america! :)

paris - day 3 of paris

2008-05-20T14:29:00.000-07:00

so our last night in paris was just as bad as this first night. the morning started off good; we had free tickets to the louvre which was HUGE. they told us if you looked at every art work for 2 minutes you'd be there for 6 months straight, plus there's 370 paintings in the basement not even hung up because there's no room. it was really cool. the mona lisa wasn't too impressive, i mean it was cool to see but i felt like i had seen it before. after that we found the paris opera house, where the phantom of the opera originated. the story is the king wanted his own opera house so they started building it and found a water spring. hence the water in teh basement thing and when things went wrong they blamed it on the "phantom" and the story was created. after that we went back to the notre dame, we wanted to go to the top but the line was too long because we had a group lunch at 1. they bought us bread and tons of kinds of cheese which was fun to try new stuff plus fun to eat for free. everything in paris is so freaking expensive. after that we stumbled across the worlds largest louis vouton (sp? i should know this....) and i talked myself into buying a purse. we took the metro back to the hotel and right when we got back i felt too guilty for spending that much money and returned it. hopefully they put the money back in my account soon.... at least i owned one for a few hours haha.
after that i really wanted to rodin. both of my sisters raved about it and one of my sisters wanted something from there. but of course, we get there and its closed on mondays. i was just pissed, tired, mad at this point. we get on the subway and headed to the hotel. getting off i bumped into a guy but didn't think much about it. he followed us and when i sat down he hit me on the head with his newspaper. i fully expected him to yell at me. but instead he found out what language i spoke, told me he loved me and asked me to go back to bed with him. he made a dirty gesture with his hands and repeated, "i love you, come to bed with me. why not???" over and over. i said no, i said i had a husband which he didn't know what that was and finally had to leave the metro, waste a ticket to get out on the street. he followed me for a bit but when i walked into a store he left. all the frenchmen at like that. they either yell mean things or dirty things at you. very forward.
we got back to the hotel and took a boat ride of paris. it was really pretty. the eiffel tower lit up was amazing, but of course my cameras battery died when i wanted to take a picture of it. france hates me.
i'm glad i got to experience paris but.... i was really grateful to leave! i just had bad luck over and over again there.... blah.

pic

2008-05-18T13:35:00.000-07:00

i only have time to put 1 pic up. this is me running into platform 9 and 3/4 :]

paris.... arg

2008-05-18T13:27:00.001-07:00

paris thus far is interesting. and the keyboard is different so sorry for any mistakes. day one we waited for 5 hours for our bus; got on a tube and immediately had nasty frenchmen yell vulgar things at us. we went to notre dame and got poured on, like flashflood. went to the top of a hill got asked by a bum how much i was for the night, got kicked out of a resturant for being american, got kicked out of another because there was a bomb threat. it wasnt the best first impression.
today much better: went to marie antoinettes village and garden, took a bus tour of all paris, went to the top of eiffel tower found an awesome market with carrots and fruit. tomorroz is the big site seeing day but time is out g2g.

london day 3

2008-05-16T16:37:00.000-07:00

and so for today.... we got up at like 630 am (i havnt slept very much here. it's been hard!) and went to bathe and stonehenge (again... .sp????) bathe was breathtaking. talk about your english countryside... pictures didn't do it justice. it was a really ritzy town build around the ancient roman baths. the romans were so freaking smart.... i couldn't believe some of the stuff they thought of. today was my favorite day i think... it was a lot more laid back. we had a bus to go to bath and stuff so we didn't have to walk and do the tube. my knee has been mega swollen every night. sad stuff. anyway, so we went to stonehenge after. it was really peaceful, yet kinda eerie too. to be that close to something 8000 years old was just weird. i learned a lot to. they had all these burial sites all over it was interesting. so we went back to the hotel and went on the jack the ripper tour. it was insane... and gross. this serial killer killed 6 prostitutes in london a couple hundred years ago. he totally butchered them, took body parts, it was so creepy. and they never found him! so yeah, we got to go to the murder sites and stuff... it was scary. after that the 7 of us girls had to find our way back in the metro and walking around, we were all a little freaked out. did i already tell you how expensive it is here?? i got this nasty sandwich from a tusco (like a mini gas station kinda.... but without the gas) for like 10 dollars. that's the cheapest meal you can find to. the dollar is worth crap here! so if anyone wants to put money in my account.... hint hint.... feel free. well it's like 2am and we've leaving for paris at 6 am so i'm gonna make like a tom and cruise. love you all!!! email and i'll try to get back to ya

london day 2

2008-05-16T16:31:00.000-07:00

so day 2 we got up at the buttcrack of dawn and hit the pavement. i got a pretty good feel of the underground metro station and i've been leading the group pretty much everywhere we go which is weird because i'm usually HORRIBLE with directions. we also had this hop on hop off bus pass but after we hoped off the first time i never saw the bus again.... so we just walked and used the tube all day. first stop was westminster abbey, parlament (we watched a live session) and big ben. all very cool - again i'm trying to be breif because it costs money to use internet - lame. in fact everything here is expensive. i totally had to pay to use the bathroom today. annoying. anyhoo after that we went to tower of london which was my fav by far. it was a castle then they used it as a torturing prision. they had all the torture things hung up everywhere. you could see parts where the prisioners had carved their last words and thoughts with their fingernails into the stone.... sooo creepy!!! they also had the royal jewels there.... talk about some jewelry... it was intense. we also got some pics of the bridge of londong. after that we went to st. pauls which was beautiful. then we went to buckingham palace. by the way, the whole thought of the guards that don't move and wear fuzzy hats - totally fake!!! they move... and don't wear anything too special. i was kinda disappointed. we ran back to the hotel and went to the play wicked that night. it was super funny. after that we ventured to kings cross where they totally have a platform 9 and 3/4 from harry potter. they even have a cart built halfway into the wall for a perfect pic opertunity. it was a really really busy day.

london day 1

2008-05-16T16:28:00.000-07:00

so again, i just wrote the biggest blog of my life and it totally got deleted. and i'm totally paying for the internet. so this will be brief. and for the record, i clicked save now like 30 t imes and it still got deleted. *angry face*
so we got here at like 730 am which was like 1 in the afternoon to us and immediatly started walking around the city. we went to kenzington (sp?) which was really pretty. the city is very clean here. after we went to a big group dinner and walked around the town for a bit. we went home quickly though because we were dead tired, i didn't sleep at ALL on the plane ride over... not one wink in the eleven hour flight. we got back and went to sleep at like 9 pm which was really like 2 pm. my body is really confused.
maybe i'll post this is parts so i don't get so angry if it gets deleted. well that was day 1

"here i am beside myself again" ender - by finch

2008-05-03T12:11:00.000-07:00

I JUST WROTE A BLOG FOR 30 M INUTES AND IT GOT ERASED WHEN I TRIED TO POST IT

THIS IS MY ANGRY VOICE

I'M SO UNBELIEVEABLY BUGGED

Summer Skin

2008-04-29T17:52:00.000-07:00

sometiems i feel really stupid updating my blog because the only people that read it are my sisters, if even them they usually know whats going down in my life. but oh well, i shall blog on.
as some of you may or may not know, all of my titles thus far (and it shall continue this way) are song titles/lyrics. this particular song is called summer skin by death cab for cutie. it's really putting me in the mood for summer, and getting me excited. i finally figured out what exactly it is i'm doing this summer!!! this weekend i'm moving down to scottsdale arizona to brave the most intense heat ever. so i'm going to move my stuff down, get somewhat settled, head back up to cedar, shimmy on to vegas, and chaching! i'm on my way to europe! for thirty freaking days!!! jealous much?
i'll try to update while i'm there, i'm sure there will be computers at the hotels (or should i say l'otels??) we'll be staying at. so it's official - in 2 weeks i'll be in london. any advise before my travels?
Also little update - i just started the horrible fight against finals week. finals week SUCKS. it's the end of the semester, everyone is burnt out, there's no way any more information is going into your head.... and with me i'm pretty boarderline between as and bs in all my classes so depending on how i do on my final will determine the majority of my grade.
this week i have 3 comprehensive finals in bio/organic chemistry, anatomy, and physiology. i just took my anatomy and felt pretty good about it... but i'll find out tomorrow how i did; which is terrifying by the way. so tomorrow i have to make up a test i missed because of my third knee surgery in physiology, on thursday i take my comprehensive physiology test, and on friday i take my comprehensive chemistry test.
now i have to vent for a moment about the chemistry test. in all colleges for chemistry you take an ACS - it's a nationally given test. this means you don't neccisarily take a final on what your teacher taught you, but you take a final on what the nation thinks you should have learned. even suckier part of this test is our chemistry professiors arn't allowed to see any version of the test, old or new - so essentially they have NO idea what to prepare us for. **frustration**
if i transfer and my chemistry credits don't transfer... i really might change my major to communications. just a thought.
and now... the knee surgery.... it went relatively well i think. the swelling isn't as bad as my other two, but the pain is a bit more. although i am having to move around more and from class to class. but i have been treated like a total princess since my surgery. all of my friends have basically been rotating taking turns helping and taking care of me. i went to hang out a bit over the weekend and anywhere i desired to move to all my guy friends insisted on carrying me instead of me having to crutch around. they carry stuff for me, they carry me, they open doors, it's very nice and easy to get used to. plus i've been getting free food gallore which is always a plus to a poor college folk like me.
side note - i'm still listening to death cab via ipod in the library - they rock. you really should listen and love them. another particularlly good song of theirs - i will follow you into the dark. very romantic.
well this has been a blog o rama. you better be grateful and actually read this. i best be jetting off to study physiology. i love learning about the renal system and how when one part of the nephron absorbs x amount of negative charges it relases this chemical and blah blah blah. wish me luck.
ALSO!! this side note is particularly for karlenn - i apologize for my spelling. i never did get the good spelling gene, i got the science mathy nerdy part rather than the practical spelling, writing, grammical part. so, sorry! but deal with it sucka!

you think you got it all worked out...

2008-04-17T18:24:00.000-07:00

so i think my blog is alive again.... finally!!! holy cow how things have changed the last few weeks.
some of you may or may not know this, but i'm the most indecisive person... EVER! i call my non-gay-gay friend dan sometimes to tell me what to wear let alone the choices i've been faced with. all a sudden i'm transfering and i've given it like 2 days of thought! i don't know where to go. i'm stressing.
but good news.... i'm going to europe. holler at me
let me know if this works... k? like read it... and tell me. okay. the end. for now.

2008-03-24T00:24:00.000-07:00

well another day, another 13 hours at work. obviously today (technically yesterday?) is easter and as most easters at resturants it was mega slow. so.... we do what we always do when we're slow. eat. a lot. first we made a big yummy easter breakfast. then soup. then muddy buddies. then pie. overall a good caloric day.
i'm trying to think of something exciting to write about.... i really do the same thing every day. i guess i could fill out one of those really obnoxiously long survey things. so i found somewhere i could live for mega cheap this summer in vegas. sooo... vegas or scottsdale - that is the question. either way it's going to be ultra sticky hot. but i'm perma cold so maybe it'll be nice to be warm for a few months.
*AAHH* i bought this air freshner thing that sprays on a timer every 38 minutes and each time it goes off it gives me a little fright. but my room smells delightful. so tomorrow is my last official day of spring break. and i'm going to spend it working again - doh! so i better get some shut eye.
peace out home slices

everyone else is doing it!

2008-03-22T23:46:00.000-07:00

i'm not exactly how all this blogging works... but i figure it'll all reveal itself soon. so i just worked 13 hours and didn't make that much money; it's been really slow at work lately. But yeah, since I just worked way too long, i'm going to hit the sack but i just wanted to give this a little whirl first. plus i did something that i do ALLL THE TIME. I hate when i do this: i take out my contacts then realize i have no clue where my glasses are and i have to squint to the point that my eyes are barely open to try to focus large objects let alone thin frame glasses. *sigh* very annoying and yet i still do it almost every night. anyway, i'm starting to get a headache from squinting so i'm going to sleep. until the next blogg.... peace out