tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58427936316496531192024-03-13T03:43:14.968-07:00My Best-Selling Autobiography...to be published in book form sometime within the next 80 years.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger342125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-36625753085856066762016-04-09T00:34:00.001-07:002016-04-09T00:34:19.700-07:00Questival preview!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZdMWdGzsVu4/Vwiwen7J8yI/AAAAAAAAC24/oY4CDMGeiSI/s640/blogger-image--699149660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZdMWdGzsVu4/Vwiwen7J8yI/AAAAAAAAC24/oY4CDMGeiSI/s640/blogger-image--699149660.jpg"></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-11971467191310797562016-02-02T21:00:00.002-08:002016-02-02T21:00:48.506-08:00Things that are great about February1. It's not January anymore.<br />
2. It was light outside when I left work at 5:15.<br />
3. I've re-discovered Panic! At the Disco and I feel like it's 2006 and I'm in high school again, and what could be better than that?<br />
4. THEY HAD SANDALS AT TARGET TODAY.<br />
5. My arms are sore from doing a million sun salutes yesterday, February 1.<br />
6. I haven't eaten out at all yet (hold the phone!!!!)<br />
7. Zayn released a song. And it may have some swears, but it definitely made for an exciting Tuesday.<br />
8. Valentine's is coming later this month, and that means FOR LIKE EVER 2016.<br />
9. I'm going to Death Valley and Great Basin. Two more stamps in that passport, baby!!<br />
10. Today, more than anything else, I'm feeling like I can hang on. For so long it's felt like whatever I'm trying to grab at is just slipping through my fingers, and for whatever reason, I feel like maybe I finally have a GRIP. And that, ladies and gentleman, is SO hopeful, and really makes me love February.<br />
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ttyl.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-76334379359545685732015-08-09T11:35:00.001-07:002015-08-09T11:35:48.757-07:00This is what I want:"People moved slowly then. They ambled across the square, shuffled in and out of stores around it, took their time about everything. A day was twenty-four hours long but seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself." <div><br></div><div>To Kill a Mockingbird. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-31254664789970781992015-07-10T09:28:00.001-07:002015-07-10T09:28:12.774-07:00Just some topics.There are three things on my mind these days, not including boys, work, or my family: <div><br></div><div>1. Sugar cookies</div><div>2. Gilmore Girls (I'm only on season 3 and I have finally discovered the true conundrum that is Jess.) </div><div>3. Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start The Fire."</div><div><br></div><div>I would really only like to address number three. It is basically the only song I've listened to this week, and I am determined to memorize it completely and sing it to perfection. Hint: THIS IS HARD. Have you ever tried? Just try. Try to sing it and not stumble on one word. I told a friend about this goal of mine, and she was like, "what an excellent party trick!" Yeah, because I'm going to go to parties now, put the song on, and announce to the group at large, "I CAN SING ALL THESE WORDS!" </div><div><br></div><div>So, anyway, just thought I'd put that out there. And I was thinking, if anyone wants to join me in the agony of trying to memorize this song, let me know, and we can practice together. But just a clue: I'm about 95% good at it. So. </div><div><br></div><div><a href="http://youtu.be/eFTLKWw542g">http://youtu.be/eFTLKWw542g</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-91074216847529493712015-07-07T22:42:00.000-07:002015-07-07T22:42:21.026-07:00Adventure Day 1: Golden Spike and the Spiral JettyGolden Spike National Monument AND the Spiral Jetty. In one day! Also, the foundation of the BLAH girls. <div>
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<span id="goog_677024631"></span><span id="goog_677024632"></span>Not many words are needed to explain the wonder of Yosemite. It was amazing and wonderful and the whole time I couldn't decide what the best part was --the great gray stone cliffs of granite, the giant trees, the perfectly reflective lake, the waterfalls, or the PERFECT FOG.<br />
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And there was a lot of reflection in this park. I thought about how impromptu vacations are one of the things that really make life great. And why not? Life can just be one big vacation, because there are too many great things to do.<br />
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Laura and Liz, I should mention, were wonderful travel companions and the three of us daydream and text each other about this short heavenly trip on the daily. One day I'll go back and hike up to Tulomne Meadows lay in the grass and wildflowers and then I'll hike halfdome and feel like I'm standing on the top of the world!<br />
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Yosemite. Is the place. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-73956289563913344342015-04-27T15:42:00.001-07:002015-04-27T15:42:16.935-07:00#adventure2015This year started out very interesting. I was dating a boy who was alternately very sweet and very aggravating. We dated for about 5 months and I almost broke up with him probably 30 times. Next time I'm dating someone and I want to break up with them every other day, I think I'll realize earlier on that I probably actually should just break up with him. So, my bad.<br />
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When the relationship did actually end in mid-January, I was <i>very </i>relieved.<br />
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But I was suddenly also very intolerant of everything around me. I felt impatient. I didn't want to go to work, talk to anyone I know, or be in Salt Lake at all. The only thing I really wanted to do (and you'll notice this from my previous post) was listen to Taylor Swift's <i>1989</i> and drive around in my car.<br />
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So.<br />
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I decided that in 2015, when adventure calls, I say yes.<br />
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The first adventure, then, was to Yosemite National Park. And, well, that place deserves its own thousand posts.<br />
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But, as this post is my long overdue 2015 preface post, I will save the luscious details of Yosemite for another day.<br />
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Conclusions drawn from my adventurous musings in the more-wonderful-than-words Yosemite National Park:<br />
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1. being single is AWESOME.<br />
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<li>I basically can do whatever I want.</li>
<li>I can stay up late if I want, and no one cares, and I don't have to feel guilty. I don't even have to tell my dad. </li>
<li>I can spend my money on whatever I want.</li>
<li>I can go out of town every weekend for a year and no one will even get mad at all! </li>
<li>I can get as many National Park stamps in my passport as I can possibly dream up. </li>
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2. Why do I give myself so many RULES? For examples of what rules there aren't, see the list above.<br />
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There really are no rules. All the things in life don't even have to be planned out! Why have I not lived my whole life in spontaneity??<br />
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3. <b>HEY PEOPLE OF WORLD! You have the right to live your life like you are on vacation ALL the time!</b><br />
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I feel like I suddenly have a thousand things to add to my bucket list and IT'S ALL POSSIBLE.<br />
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4. There is just so much <i>time</i> in a person's life. People do <i>so many things </i>in a lifetime. I've always been so stressed about growing up and losing time. I've felt the days pass and mourned over not ever getting them back. But, as I plan to live to be 100, I have <i>plenty</i> of time to do all the wonderful things there is to do. There is plenty of money to save and plenty of houses to buy and plenty of boys to date (and 1 to marry), and plenty of children to have, and plenty of vacations to blow my money on, and just plenty of time to do it all.<br />
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5. Vienna waits for you.<br />
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That is how I feel about life right now. I'm 27 years old, and I just now figured this out. Life is a vacation.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-70480148802099067792015-01-17T23:25:00.000-08:002015-06-08T21:11:51.916-07:00The other thing#repentance.<br />
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I have something to say.<br />
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The new Taylor Swift album is great.<br />
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I was REALLY skeptical about the "pop" thing. And after I first heard "Shake It Off" and the rest of the album I was convinced that Taylor had lost her sparkle and was no longer special. I thought her music had lost it's relatable factor and was just a pile of mush.<br />
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You see, when <i>Red</i> came out, I was convinced that Taylor Swift was inspired and somehow knew how my life was going to go, wrote songs about it, and then released them only at the opportune moment for my life story. And then <i>1989</i> just made no sense to me.<br />
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Well. I think she is just becoming more clairvoyant. Events in my life this week have proven that Taylor Swift knows exactly what she is talking about, and she continues to write songs about my life and my feelings.<br />
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So, bravo pop Taylor. Thank you for helping me trace out the life plan of my emotions.<br />
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The only dreadful part is that it appears I will be in relationship turmoil until the next installment.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-34697830172524542772015-01-17T23:19:00.002-08:002015-01-17T23:19:48.349-08:00I, Audrey Spainhower, have become an uninteresting person.And it has got to stop.<br />
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When I was 17 I learned from John Bytheway that interesting people were <i>interested</i>. Like interested in things.<br />
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So I was just thinking, when was the last time I was GENUINELY interested in something? Like, really excited?<br />
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It's been a long time. Like, since the advent of Ed Sheeran, probably.<br />
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So, in thinking about all the things that would be beneficial to be interested in, 2 solid things come to mind:<br />
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1. Cooking. I feel guilty on the DAILY that I am not a good enough cook. And so then I try to find the motivation to cook better and more often, but then I realize, again, that I don't really care that much. Like, people sometimes have a hard time understanding how or why I have the patience for scrapbooking. And I'm like, how do you have the patience to prepare a nice meal and then sit there and wait for it to cook when you are so hungry (because it is meal time and that roast is taking FOREVER)???<br />
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2. Working out. I mean, how COOL would it be if I was like, obsessed with working out? So cool. I am convinced that I have never actually learned how to work out right, or else I would probably see more results and like it more. I mean, I feel like I used to like going to the gym more, but now I just really have a hard time finding the time. So. Imagine you want to go in the morning, but you have to be to work by 8. Who in the world would ever want to wake up at 5am and go out into the freezing cold to get to the gym and work out? I don't know about everyone else, but I'm usually <i>pretty tired</i> and 5am. So that's out. Okay, so say you want to go to the gym after work. You come home, you are tired, and STARVING for dinner. You eat dinner (and it's a healthy dinner... just not one that took long to prepare). Say dinner is over at 6:30. You have plans at 8. So you think, I could go to the gym for 45 minutes, and then have 45 minutes to shower and get ready. First of all, 45 minutes is literally not enough time at the gym, nor is it enough time to shower and get ready and BE somewhere besides your own house. You literally don't have time. Besides that, do you really want to wash your face an extra time? Do you want to have to do your hair and makeup for a second time that day? I mean, it's just exhausting, and drying out your skin is a real possibility.<br />
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So I've been reading this book about self-betrayal and the lies we tell ourselves to keep us from doing the actual right things. Like, say you need to visit your aunt at the hospital. You don't actually want to go there. In thinking about the visit, you somehow convince yourself of how awful it will be, because your aunt is awkward and you will have nothing to talk about. The next minute you start thinking about how your aunt is probably thinking the same thing and there is a high chance she actually doesn't want you to come. And now, you find yourself still sitting on a couch, and your aunt gets no visitors.<br />
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The descriptions above about cooking and exercising? Self-betrayal.<br />
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I could do all of those things if I really wanted to -- if I really decided they were important. And sometimes a person has to find motivation in the right things, not in the things that are most fascinating to them. I guarantee that both of those things would become more interesting to me if I applied myself. AND, then I could become a person who both cooks delicious food and is more fit and potentially a lot thinner.<br />
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(Although... I have doubts about any desire to be thinner. I would really prefer not to replace my wardrobe.)<br />
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Anyway, all I'm saying is that something has got to change. Most recently I feel like I've run out of time to be interested in things. Like, there are just TOO MANY things to do all the time. Life was so much simpler in the days of undergrad when the only thing there was to worry about is school assignments and if the gas in your car will last you another week until you get a paycheck.<br />
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And that is that, the end. No longer will my time disappear into a little black hole.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-64093478484830663092015-01-17T22:44:00.003-08:002015-01-17T22:44:32.208-08:00So, summer recap part 2 didn't happen.What is my life?<br />
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Only full of all the things except blogging, I guess.<br />
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July and August were cool--- In August I went to St. George twice-- once for the Mojo's birthday, and once for the ED SHEERAN CONCERT.<br />
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That is most of the epicness that must be described.<br />
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The concert was at the Cosmopolitan in Las Vegas and included an 8-hour wait in line (aka concert prison, aka we had no food, aka security escorts to the bathroom) and a long-ish concert complete with small children and camera-head-balancers in the crowd. It was, um, not actually as enjoyable as desired. Ed was just not into it that night, which was a crying shame, especially because the whole thing was kind of miserable. Last time I saw Ed it was pretty much the best concert of my life. I mean, he's a solid performer-- the show just lacked a little passion.<br />
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Anyway.<br />
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Since then I've seen Relient K and Bastille in concert. Both were very amazing. I don't know Relient K well, but my sisters and I went to support and party with Elise, and she was SO FUN to watch, just boppin around and sweating and having a great time.<br />
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Bastille was incredible. There are, like, moments frozen in time from that concert. Ah. I will see them again. I will.<br />
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And now, guess who's nominated for best new artist for the 2015 grammys??? Sam Smith AND Bastille. How does one pick a winner between two loved ones? I'm thinking Sam because I see him having more long term staying power.<br />
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This fall has been a whirlwind of drama and boy and family and fun and lotsa lotsa goings on, many of which is documented via instagram.<br />
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I'm enjoying my job more, so that's good. I scrapbook never, so that's bad.<br />
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And apparently I can only blog in random thoughts anymore. I feel like all the things I would want to tell about are too private for a blog post, which is sad.<br />
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And is it okay if that is the end of the 2014 recap and I can move on with my life??Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-34355221415355507402014-10-03T08:52:00.000-07:002014-10-03T08:52:07.391-07:00Summer recap part 1I did this last year, and then I did it again.<br />
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Summer apparently just isn't the time for blogging. And that's mostly okay.<br />
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It's been a weird year. Real weird. But lots of good things.<br />
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This summary begins in May, just a little bit after I turned 26, which I have previous discussed as a major turning point.<br />
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1. I went to Mesa, Arizona to see my rockstar brother graduate from law school at ASU. We hung out by the pool, shopped a little, and hung out all together. The graduation was particularly exciting-- one Steve Young was the commencement speaker and he is cool. (PHOTOS TO COME)<br />
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2. I BOUGHT A CAR. This was pretty much an agonizing experience. I knew exactly what I wanted from day 1 (and clearly wouldn't accept anything else), but it still took me several weeks and many trips to the dealership to actually decide. I just started seeing the new Honda Civics driving around and knew I was in love. It was like an, "I want that one," situation. So basically, this is how my last visit to the dealership went down:<br />
5:45- I arrive. I brought my two roommates (Lauren drove me there). We test drove the car one last time.<br />
6:10- The salesman, Phil (my favorite car guy ever), paired my phone with the car and a song immediately started playing, BUT IT WASN'T SONG I HAD PICKED AS THE INAUGURAL SONG. Clearly this meant bad luck. Phil knew I was starting to panic.<br />
6:20- we sat at the desk in the office while Phil ran my credit and I was panicking a lot. My roommates started to get a little pressurey-- and really, they were just trying to help.<br />
6:25- I told the roommates to go home. They were making me mad.<br />
6:27- roommates left me all alone. I was so glad.<br />
6:28- I expressed doubt to Phil about the car I had chosen being the right one. I said, "do you have any more 2014 white civics that are better than mine?" (I was concerned that the car I had been driving had also been test driven by other people. there was a spot of mud inside the driver's side as proof. it had also been ruined by the song.)<br />
6:28:10: Phil said he would check the other white one and come back and tell me which one was better.<br />
6:30- After waiting with white knuckles, Phil confirmed that the other Civic that I had never driven was better because it only had 5 miles on it and had never been driven by anyone besides honda people from factory to dealership. No songs had ever been played in the car.<br />
6:31- I accepted.<br />
6:32- I went in to talk to the finance guy and sign the papers.<br />
6:35- I had lots of questions. The finance man kept calling Phil because I was confused.<br />
6:50- Phil finally came in to calm me down.<br />
7:30- I am still sitting there, staring at the papers.<br />
7:45- I made one initial.<br />
7:50- I asked some more questions and started talking myself into it out loud.<br />
8:00- I asked if I could see the car. Phil said, "of course."<br />
8:02- I notice a miniscule mark in the honda logo on the back of my car. I panic. Phil said they would fix it.<br />
8:10- sitting in the driver's seat, with the door open, and Phil crouching on the asphalt outside the door, talking me through it, I signed another spot on the paperwork.<br />
8:20- keep in mind that I am still panicking a lot.<br />
8:30- my phone is about to die. Phil offers to take it in to charge in his office.<br />
8:45- after sitting alone in the car with no phone (the anxiety! and I wanted to call my mom!), I made another signature.<br />
8:46- I made the last signature in a rush of not thinking.<br />
8:55- Holding on to the papers (not ready to relinquish my signatures), I went in to get my phone.<br />
8:56- I called my mom.<br />
8:58- My mom told me I was being stupid.<br />
9:00- I handed Phil the papers and almost puked.<br />
9:05- He handed my the keys and explained all the booklets and stuff to me.<br />
9:15- We got in the car, and Phil took my phone. He set up the song, making sure it was on pause, then paired my phone to the car.<br />
9:25- I sat there for another while, catching my breath. Phil brought me a water. And some free movie tickets.<br />
9:30- I drove away-- and headed straight to best buy to get a car charger. My phone was still on it's way out for the night, and I desperately needed to use the bluetooth in my NEW CAR!!! (PS I told the lady in Best Buy all about my new car and how Phil was probably the most patient individual in the world, and he was perfectly excited for me.)<br />
(PHOTOS TO COME)<br />
Let me emphasize that after my roommates left, I was in Ogden, by myself, with a nearly dead phone, and no other way to get home besides the dang car I was supposed to by. And it still took me three hours to sign the papers. I would also like to say that I never had a euphoric, I did it!!! moment. I was sick about it for days. and days. Phil texted the next day and I was like, "do you feel better??" I did not. I told him I still wanted to puke. I think he felt bad. But I do really, really, really, love my car. And today, there are rules:<br />
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1. no food in the car unless packaged and in the trunk.<br />
2. no pets.<br />
3. no sweaty bodies. I have towels for you in the trunk.<br />
4. no wet clothes. Again, the towels.<br />
5. no other weird smells of any sort.<br />
6. no slamming the doors.<br />
7. water in a spill-proof water bottle is allowed.<br />
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My mom says, "just wait until you have kids."<br />
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But you know what? My car still smells new.<br />
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3. I went to St. George for the Mojo's graduation from Dixie High School. My proud mama has had 4 of her children graduate from that wonderful place. And the little mojo was a little Diamond D! The weekend included a lot of auntie and cousin time-- Judy and Nicole and Koa kept us company for sleepovers and hikes and delicious eats. It was one of those weekends that I didn't want to end.<br />
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4. ROOMMATE REUNION NO REGRETS 2014 took place in Charleston, South Carolina at the end of May, beginning of June. And it was a wonderful dream with 8 of my very favorite people and 2 babies.<br />
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Charleston is a place of.....I don't know, can I think of a word? It's so beautiful and unique and charming and there was like this charisma oozing out of the buildings downtown. Adventures of Charleston included:<br />
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<li>lotsa late night chats with all girls or just with my Rachelle. The first night was spend reminiscing and giggling lots. And Rachelle announced that she was going to have another little girl! </li>
<li>a really stormy trip to the beach that ended about 30 minutes after we got there. We had a mad dash back to the cars and then just sat there huffing and puffing.</li>
<li>A trip to Shem Creek for dinner, where we literally saw dolphins jumping between the docks. The BBQ was YUM.</li>
<li>a really, very stormy carriage tour through old town Charleston. We didn't hear much of what the tour guide was saying--we were too busy huddling closer together and screaming when the rain splashed and trying to protect the babies. I'm telling you, the streets were <i>flooding</i>. And most of us exited the carriage completely soaked through. See picture below.</li>
<li>We ate lunch in our wet clothes at this Mexican place a little bit out of town. It was a cold meal. Cold as in, our clothes were wet and the place was air conditioned.</li>
<li>meandering through the old slave markets--- there are open buildings downtown where vendors come and sell their wares-- like a craft fair or flea market or farmer's market. It was open but covered, so the rain wasn't too terrible at this point. We were able to walk around the city for a while afterward, and that was nice. The buildings are ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I love old brick buildings all built and stacked together. love them. ALSO. at the market I wanted to buy this bracelet, but I didn't do it, and I still regret it. </li>
<li>Did you know my phone stopped working??? Pretty sure it happened the afternoon that we ran from the beach. I took it to the Verizon store on our way home from dinner that night, and they said it was a known problem and I should take it to the Apple store and they would give me a new one. Luckily, there was an apple store downtown, right by our tour and the market! So, I went, and I got. a brand new iphone. It was spectacular and clean. I mean, now it's chipped worse that the one I protected for over a year, but sometimes you can't help it when you are half asleep in the morning and you accidentally throw your phone instead of turn off the alarm. Things happen.</li>
<li>We planned all our meals out ahead of time and did all the grocery shopping on the first day. We took turns cooking, and that made it so we ate REAL WELL the whole time, BUT we had gazillions of leftovers all the time, too. Haha and we probably spent more on food than was necessary. :) Highlights include the cafe rio style salads Rachelle and I worked over for several hours, the gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches Crystal made that have inspired me to create several different other gourmet sandwiches since coming home, and our traditional Southern meal from Lauren that included jambalaya and other yummies. YUM.</li>
<li>On Sunday we went to Church. and we took this lovely picture outside:</li>
<li>And then Rachelle and I (and no one else-- I will never know why no one else wanted to come...) went to FORT SUMTER. Location of the first skirmish in the Civil War. We rode the ferry out there and it was real, real windy. But the place was amazing. It was originally a really small pile of rocks and sand, but they built it up with giant granite slabs to protect Charleston Harbor, and then they built a fort on it! The current ruins of the fort are much smaller than it was originally-- but the slave-made brick was beautiful and haunting and historic. And there were still cannon balls imbedded in the walls. The walls were partially made of this mud/stone stuff that also had seashells. Imagine, a wall of seashell cement! Real cool. We walked around the island, just on the rocks, on the outside of the fort, and I felt kind of like some Southern Belle who didn't know how to manage and stone and the wind at the same time. </li>
<li>Monday was for the most heavenly plantation. Boone Hall Plantation. The manor house wasn't too impressive because it wasn't original, but we took a wagon ride around the plantation and it was the most beautiful. There were orchards and lakes and marshes and forests and strawberry patches and grape vines and all sorts of little patches of heaven. Apparently just before the Civil War, the Boones knew that trouble was coming and that they might lose their slaves. So they planted the orchards and hoped to make their money from pecans. So, before our wagon ride we got some pecan ice cream from the little shop! The plantation also had some slave cabins-- and really, it made slavery seem more real to me than anything else before, and left me feeling quite somber. It was a lesson in humanity and how people really lived. Heartbreaking, really. </li>
<li>Boone Hall Plantation and the Avenue of Oaks. Picture that scene in The Notebook where the car is driving down the road to Ali's house, and there are these beautiful oaks lining the dirt road for what seems like ages? Well, it. was. that. road. Those oaks. And they were breathtaking. I'm saying I could barely even handle the scenery at this place. Really, I wouldn't mind living in the South. It's so green and wonderful.</li>
<li>That afternoon we went to the beach on Sullivan's Island. I live for waves. No one is ever brave enough to go out as far as I like to... but that might just make me kind of a dummy. But the ocean doesn't scare me. I love how it makes me feel so small. Love it. And how you really have little control. And water just swings you around. ah waves. </li>
<li>I hiked up to MY VERY FIRST LIGHTHOUSE with Kaitlin, Meghan, and baby Sarie. The sun went behind the lighthouse right when we got there, so it looks kind of like the Tower of Sauron in Mordor. But that makes it cooler, right? </li>
<li>We had dinner at Poe's Tavern. Apparently Edgar Allen stayed on Sullivan's Island once or something. But it was all delicious and I got a burger with a fried egg on it. </li>
<li>That last day together included some last minute giggling and sharing of stories and we all agreed that we must do this again some time soon. </li>
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5. I saw THE SCRIPT IN CONCERT. And One Republic. And I have been waiting to see The Script for years, and they finally came to Utah, and PLAYED WITH MY FAVORITE BAND. It was exceptional. If you have never seen OneRepublic live, you definitely should. I will see them every time they come to town. You all know already how I love Ryan Tedder. And that Danny O'Donaghue from the Script came out into the audience and I freaked out a bit and started shoving people to try to get a picture. bad luck, though, this is what I got:</div>
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6. I did a couple hikes and went sailing.</div>
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7. I decided one day, sort of out of the blue, to go to the temple and receive my endowment. I talked to my bishop and stake president the same Sunday, called my mom and told her, and then drove to St. George the next Friday and went to the temple. And it was.... overwhelming. But I've never made a more important decision nor done a more important thing. And I am SO GLAD that I did it on my own timetable, when I knew it was what needed to be done, and not because I was getting married or going on a mission-- but precisely because I wanted to.<br />
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July and August to come!<br />
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TO BE CONTINUED.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-25384774560887059862014-06-22T18:53:00.001-07:002014-06-22T18:53:44.365-07:00On this, the eve of my birthday:And so begins my traditional birthday-eve post where I moan and groan about getting older.<br />
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Usually I highly, highly dislike my birthday. I mean, I like the day. I just don't like that I only get one day to feel special, and then it's all over and I have to be older. I've always sort of felt this way-- but it's become a lot worse since I went to college and all my friends started getting married and having babies and then awkward Audrey was left by herself, all alone and lonely, just getting older by the day.<br />
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No, I don't actually think I'm awkward. And I am definitely not lonely. Or all alone. In any sense of the word--except the fact that I am currently sitting in my bedroom, and I am the only person in sight.<br />
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But.<br />
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This year is different, somehow. Some of you who are close to me know that this past year has literally been THE WORST. Like, there were so many times when I didn't think it could get any worse, and I have just been trying to wake up from the nightmare that has literally kept me from sleeping for like the last 8 months.<br />
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But.<br />
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That is about to change. Age 25 is over, and 26 is brand new. I don't know. I have a good feeling about 26, and I'm happy to welcome it. Good things are going to happen. I know that. I have so much hope and faith in the future! I really do. I know that I can take everything that happened to me at 25 and turn it into maturity and wisdom and empathy for other people. And I can move on and upward and forward.<br />
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And that is a good thing. To be excited for the future. And for an older age. One that is different and better than the one before. This is the year that I start the hobbies that I've always wanted to have. It's the year that I take relationships seriously, and the year that I act instead of being acted upon.<br />
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The end.<br />
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(fyi... this has somehow sat in my draft box for several months, but it's time that it is finally posted.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-74939002612226627522014-02-28T22:36:00.002-08:002014-02-28T22:36:52.684-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“I want to go to sleep in my time machine and wake up eight hours in the future.”</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-34616625200291639662014-02-28T22:35:00.000-08:002014-02-28T22:35:37.568-08:00February is a short month anyway.You know how you work full time and you don't sleep that great and you just always have things to do (or else you purposefully don't have things to do, and you are still EXHAUSTED), and then it comes to Friday and you get home and you're like, "FREEEEDOMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" ???? And you sit down on your lovesac with your crocheting and catch up on all your sitcoms and the best of Jimmy Fallon from the week, and then you realize you are hungry, so you stick a spaghetti squash in the oven and eat some ice cream and cookie butter while you are waiting (for a whole hour), and then you do the dishes, chat with your roommate, and it's still only 9:00pm, and you think WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE???<br />
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I should have had a plan B for the evening. I should have at least <i>tried</i> to make plans. I really only needed like 2 hours to unwind, not 6.<br />
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For real.<br />
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And now I'm just sitting, thinking about my life and what I want, and usually the only thing I think of is to write.<br />
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And so I write a bunch of nonsense, because I really have nothing and everything to say, and it's one of those times when my brain just feels like it's going in circles and can't really pick one thing to think because there's just too many things. And then I worry that I won't sleep because of all the things. And then I realize I've probably been alone for too long, but being around people doesn't sound desirable either. And it's late anyway. And then I just want my mom.<br />
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But then through all of it, the thought pervades: tomorrow I will wake up and have good things to do. Places to be and people to see and I have another chance to be productive and be motivated and accomplish what I want to.<br />
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And then I wonder why I beat myself up so much over spending some time by myself and just taking a chill pill. Why do I feel guilty when I stay in on a Friday night and do basically nothing? Why do I feel judged when my roommate comes home and sees me watching TV? Why do I need to explain myself and/or have to talk myself into thinking that it's okay, that <i>I'm okay?</i> Why do I feel like I need to be doing something social, and have the approval of others, and create new stories to tell, to feel worthwhile and productive? Why isn't doing a craft and making a healthy dinner and doing the dishes and all my laundry enough for a Friday night?<br />
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Is it because I operate on a tight schedule of activities and events that I have scheduled for myself or other people schedule for me, and when there is a gap in that schedule, I am relieved, but then just get WAY TOO overwhelmed when that gap is too long? Or because I've just been taking too many time-outs lately, and I'm actually getting bored? (but I'm so tired! All the time!) Or is it the singular fact that I planned on going to the gym, but then I didn't, and that makes me a complete failure at life?<br />
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It's just that brain, running around in circles again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-9156509430795173252014-02-12T07:38:00.000-08:002014-02-12T07:38:48.889-08:00Stand up now and face the sun<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/n_58FqEiG3I" width="420"></iframe><br />
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I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-45554898161604690062014-02-08T11:22:00.001-08:002014-02-08T11:27:58.116-08:00I want that sweater.<img alt="USA Olympic sweaters_Polo" src="http://www.kurtkomaromi.com/.a/6a00d8341c764653ef01a3fcae2a53970b-500wi" height="239" width="400" /><br />
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Have you ever seen anything so American? It's so 1992 or something. Which makes it SOOOOO 2014.<br />
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Apparently there was a lot of heat on Twitter. People don't like the sweaters? Think again, you. And check out this link: http://ftw.usatoday.com/2014/02/american-opening-ceremony-uniforms-ralph-lauren-sochi-olymipcs/<br />
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The American athletes looked like party animals compared to everyone else at the opening ceremonies. And even that is American. <br />
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And I found the sweater on ebay for 2 grand. They are hand-sewn. So, yeah.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-3778301900987718332014-02-08T10:36:00.002-08:002014-02-08T10:41:22.239-08:00literally<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Pompeii:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">And the walls kept tumbling down</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">In the city that we love</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Great clouds roll over the hills</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Bringing darkness from above</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">But if you close your eyes,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Does it almost feel like</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Nothing changed at all?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">And if you close your eyes,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Does it almost feel like</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">You've been here before?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">How am I gonna be an optimist about this?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">How am I gonna be an optimist about this?</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hate it I hate it I hate it.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I want to play it all the time. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's the dumbest game and it's the hardest and I hate it so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.</span></span><br />
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6. Went ice skating with my ward on Monday. It was only appropriate to head out to the Olympic Oval the week of the Sochi Olympics! (more to come on that, later)</div>
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7. BYU game with Nathan on Thursday. I don't know how I got talked into that one (it was a late game and I was already falling asleep on the drive to Provo), but it turned out really fun, and it'll probably be my last BYU basketball game this year. </div>
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8. Every once in a while I get a bug to watch Hannah Montana. Yeah, I don't know. So I found a listing of all the episodes with Jake Ryan in them. Add "Me and Mr. Jonas and Mr. Jonas and Mr. Jonas" and you have all the best episodes!<br />
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And people said going in the winter was a bad idea.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-55102866849059981152014-01-23T15:16:00.000-08:002014-01-23T16:29:41.574-08:00I am a recovering Cinnamon Toast Crunch addict, and I relapsed.It's been about 5 years since I bought a box. So on Tuesday when I picked one up at Target, I didn't think anything of it.<br><div><br><div class="separator" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MuG0IYaxRD0/UuGz8-5ej5I/AAAAAAAACNo/AALhcOJQbNc/s640/blogger-image--1401488101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MuG0IYaxRD0/UuGz8-5ej5I/AAAAAAAACNo/AALhcOJQbNc/s640/blogger-image--1401488101.jpg"></a></div></div><div>But it was so delicious, I don't even feel bad.</div><div><br></div><div>Yeah, I know. That's probably what bieber was thinking right before his DUI. </div><div><br></div><div>Speaking of which, beliebers are champions. If you need proof, search #bieberfever on Instagram or Twitter. It is not something you will regret. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-38085745272289849842014-01-22T15:28:00.000-08:002014-01-22T15:28:15.428-08:00The Return.This was written last August, right before the 2013 VMAs, but I never finished and published it. So, here you go.<br />
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Many of you are probably already aware of the<br />
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*NSYNC REUNION PERFORMANCE AT THE VMA'S THIS SUNDAY.<br />
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The following is a text conversation between my sisters and I.<br />
Steph: NSYNC is performing at the VMA's on Sunday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
Me: (a link)<br />
Elise: WHAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!<br />
Moriah: You guys I'm trying to learn in seminary!!!!<br />
Elise: Do they have NSYNC in seminary?<br />
Moriah: yessssss<br />
Elise: What? Well apparently I went to the wrong seminary.<br />
Moriah: I learn a lot and hear lots of great music in mine. You might been hurt babe that ain't no lie!!! Everything little thing I do never seems enough for you.<br />
Elise: That's true. But TGIF and I just got paid.<br />
Me: I hope they perform bye bye bye. It would BRING DOWN THE HOUSE.<br />
Moriah: digital digital get down<br />
Moriah: come and take a ride take a space ride with a cowboy baby!!!<br />
Steph: You guys like the dumbest songs.<br />
Me: No Moriah likes the dumbest songs. She literally just quotes the worst ones.<br />
Me: Space cowboy is the number one worst!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
Elise: Yeah guys. I promise that you all like the dumbest songs.<br />
Moriah: The cowboy one makes my heart flourish! It has the best and words and its the best.<br />
Me: Actual best song: It makes me ill. And gone and it's gonna be me. And God must have spent a little more time on you. and bye bye bye and this I promise you. And tell me tell me baby. And that is all.<br />
Elise: And the Bread one!!!! And that Sailing one<br />
Moriah: and the one that sounds Chinese at the beginning.<br />
Elise: Whaaah?<br />
...<br />
Me: Music of the heart or something?<br />
Moriah: Yeah I think so.<br />
Steph: THE SAILING ONE (attached is picture of a butcher knife)<br />
Me: Sailing is like the worst one besides bringin' da noise and space cowboy. Except giddy up is pretty bad. and just got paid.<br />
Steph: Except you forgot Girlfriend with Nelly (lots of heart pictures here)<br />
Moriah: Grrrrrr rawr.<br />
....<br />
Me: What if they do bye bye bye and it morphs into it's gonna be me...and then they end with this I promise you?<br />
Steph: Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh<br />
Elise: And then it makes me ill turns into God must have spend a little more time on you.<br />
Steph: Elise! Now you've got it!<br />
Elise: Then sailing turns into the Bread one.<br />
Steph: NOT SAILING AGAIN!!<br />
Me: NO MORE SAILING!<br />
Elise: IT'S MY FAVORITE ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
Steph: You are cuckoo for coco puffs. I used to fast forward through that on my walkman!<br />
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A brief rundown:<br />
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1. remember when <i>No Strings Attached </i>came out and we all thought there could not be a better album cover? And the <i>Bye Bye Bye</i> video was clearly the most creative and groundbreaking music video in history. My first glimpse of the forbidden Mtv was to watch "Making of <i>Bye Bye Bye</i>" While my parents weren't home.<br />
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2. I went to the Pop Odyssey tour in Chicago in 2001. Those *NSYNCers introduced a bunch of songs from the <i>Celebrity</i> album, and I remember being so mad because I had to pee SO BAD in the middle of the show and I missed like 5 minutes of it.<br />
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3. When that album came out I went to Young Women's and my friend Tammy was telling me all about how her favorite song from the album was "Selfish." I was like, "ARE YOU INSANE????" I mean, really, whose favorite song would ever be "Selfish"??? Not a self-respecting *NSYNC fan, for sure.<br />
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4. Stephanie owned "No Strings Attached," not me. And I was not allowed to touch it. But I would steal it from her CD player when she was at work and listen to it on her discman (another, possibly more evil crime). Oh goodness I'm so glad it didn't get scratched.<br />
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5. We recorded *NSYNC every time they were at the Disney Summer Jam or on Rosie or on the Today show, or any other time they were on TV. And I'm not talking about DVR or TiVo. I'm saying we recorded them on VHS tapes.<br />
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6. My sisters and I have had many conversations about who gets "This I Promise You" as their wedding song. I have lost repeatedly.<br />
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7. Elise made an *NSYNC scrapbook as a companion to the detailed O-Town book I compiled. It was more colorful than mine, but not quite as elaborate.<br />
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And the resulting VMA performace was thus:<br />
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My experience with the VMAs this year was a little less than expected. I went to my friend Ali's house to watch it (because, you know, no TV at my house), and waded through the crap of the whole for this beautiful NSYNC moment--and just as they started to perform, Ali went to turn up the volume and HIT INPUT INSTEAD and I literally missed the whole thing.<br />
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The end.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-87772239702731527082014-01-22T11:58:00.000-08:002014-01-22T11:58:01.636-08:00BastilleYou know, just another British band to add to the collection.<br />
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Discovered these guys a couple weeks ago (their US single, "Pompeii" is killing it on iTunes), and after I decided that I loved the song, I, very compulsively, bought the whole album. Which is something that I pretty much never do. I never buy full albums. And if I do, it is after several week's deliberation and exploration of every track to make sure it isn't dirty and that I like every bit of it.<br />
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But so I randomly bought it. AND I LOVE IT. And I didn't even know they were British until <i>yesterday</i>. I'm telling you, I accidentally like all the British people, and I don't even mean to.<br />
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So, if you would like to listen to Bastille, I recommend these songs first: (my comments in parentheses)<br />
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1. Pompeii (a pretty good entry song as far as their style goes)<br />
2. Bad Blood (OH MAN, THE HARMONY.)<br />
3. Oblivion (seriously, this guy's falsetto. dying over here.)<br />
4. Laura Palmer<br />
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And like, definitely these ones too:<br />
1. Things We Lost in the Fire<br />
2. Overjoyed (the piano)<br />
3. Daniel in the Den (okay wait. this might belong in the top category. this is too hard.)<br />
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What am I saying? Just listen to the whole thing.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-19579783962202796362014-01-20T21:54:00.000-08:002014-01-21T07:01:36.948-08:00Everything has changedWhile the title of this post is also the title of a Taylor Swift/Ed Sheeran collaboration that is quite easy on the ears but not immediately lovable, it also reflects the sentiment that, well, everything has changed.<br />
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One of the changes that I wish to speak of is that I <i>finally </i>bought myself a desk. I have lived in my little basement-hole bedroom for a year and a half, and I have disliked the space the whole time. I have consistently said, "I need but a small work space. A desk, if you will." And last Saturday I finally broke down and realized that while I have no problem buying a pair of pants for $50, I can't even get myself over to IKEA to buy the thing that I really, truly, need and want. So I went. And I bought. And I built.<br />
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And there you have it. I am typing this on a desk. And I feel as though my life has taken an upswing. Like, I'm on this roller coaster, and instead of careening downward in terror and confusion, I'm kind of floating up and I actually feel like I can grab onto something to keep myself going up.<br />
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The overarching theme of my intense list of categorized new year's resolutions is to organize myself. It's based on Doctrine and Covenants 88:119. And with this little desk (that is honestly much smaller than I would have liked...but it was hard to tell from the picture on the box...), I feel as though I have already accomplished a lot.<br />
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And so I write a list of randoms, as always:<br />
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1. I haven't been sleeping well. and when I'm stressed and not sleeping well I break out, which leads to more stress and less sleeping, and it's really all so terrible, because your face hurts and you are so, so sleepy, and then you still have to deal with the stress. And so I remembered that one summer it felt really amazing to sleep upside down in my bed. And so I tried it again. And sleeping upside down is the best. Like, I just put my pillow where my feet usually go. And it is fresh and heavenly, and now I sleep.<br />
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2. I finally joined spotify. It's free on phones now, so, BINGO.<br />
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3. I created a budget tonight. This was inspired by my shopping spree of last weekend (the one that included the desk), and my new ability to type/write/read/record at a desk of my very own. Apparently if I want to save the money that I want to save, I need to stop shopping. Honestly, I have avoided making a budget up until this point (to my detriment), because I'm afraid of realizing that I should actually be spending much less than I do. But I need to get serious about it. I really do. If in some distant future I want to go away to school or buy a car or buy a new computer for crying out loud (this here macbook will be celebrating her 7th birthday soon), I need to spend less and save more. And be an adult.<br />
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4. I have started to make a new recipe once a week. Another resolution. And it has turned out to really be blast! I actually really like to make things! And it is <i>such a perk</i> when you get to eat it after.<br />
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5. Due to the stresses and various things going on in my life, I have become quite the introvert. I just spent the weekend at a cabin at Bear Lake with really very lovely people who I would love to be best friends with, and I was actually quite overwhelmed with the whole thing and found myself wishing I could retreat to one of the rooms by myself just to take a break. This is very un-audrey-ish. Lately I've just been wanting to stay home, and like I mentioned earlier, just find a way to grab on an pull myself up. It's like I just haven't been able to get a grip lately. I mentioned something about how I only want to stay at home all the time to a friend, and he was like, "sounds like you are growing up." and I just thought, is that what it means to be an adult? To feel like you can't get a grip? To want to be alone because you feel like you are trying and trying to get organized and piece things together, but you really just can't? If all that is true, then I think I'll just keep being a Toys R Us kid.<br />
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6. Ed Sheeran is up for best new artist. And so is Macklemore and Ryan Lewis. And so is this one dude that I just discovered this evening named James Blake, and he is REALLY awesome. He sings and has this incredible voice, but he's also a DJ. And he's British. I just don't even know what the grammy academy people are supposed to do! I mean, Ed Sheeran, duh. But really? Macklemore should win. This struggle is on par with the Britney-Christina battle of 2000. Needless to say, I am STOKED for the grammys this year.<br />
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7. My house is getting television! That means we can watch award shows, the super bowl, American Idol, and the Olympics. All the important things. I haven't had real television in a house of mine since, like, 2008. So, this is big deal.<br />
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8. Another one of my resolutions this year is to create more and consume less. The specific goal for the month of January is to write a poem. I will not be sharing that. The goal for February is to crochet something. My Grandma Colleen is going to teach me. (as a side note, she will also be teaching me to make homemade noodles...my fave).<br />
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Stay tuned.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842793631649653119.post-37242257213230470882013-12-23T21:52:00.003-08:002013-12-23T21:52:36.056-08:00Wise"As Hagrid had said, what would come, would come. . . and he would have to meet it when it did."<br />
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