Summer is almost over. It feels like it just started too! But, the sooner summer is over the faster december will come and i am very excited for december to come!!! and i'm not just talking about Christmas presents.
Top Ten Things I Love About Summer
1. sleeping on top of the covers
2. drinking ice cold lemonade
3. viking hot dogs that taste delicious. (a student made business on campus that ends when their class is over).
4. making a run to artic circle with roommates for ice cream because it's too hot to eat anything else.
5. summer rain storms
6. going canoeing and rafting
7. going to school without working
8. wearing skirts and not freezing to death
9. hiking with friends
10. classes with friends named zinc
Bottom ten
1. sweating like a mongoose when you've only been outside for a few minutes
2. going to school in the summer
3. having to wear long pants to class
4. not wearing flip-flops to class because it is against the dress code and then seeing everyone else wearing flip-flops
5. not having a swimming pool in rexburg to cool off in
6. getting sunburned
7. seeing people wear scantily clad clothes that don't exactly flatter their body shape
8. stores selling bakinis with cute fabric and one piece suits with ugly fabric
9. seeing other people that get tan easily and then looking at yourself and wondering why your skin lights up a dark room because of how white it is
10. not being able to cook something yummy in the oven because it just makes the apartment way too hot
so theres my top and bottom ten about summer. mostly i am sad to see summer is over. theres about a million more people on campus now that fall semester has started and i don't really like that. i liked the small campus feeling that summer semester has. i didn't get claustraphobic from all the crowds of students in the summer. Now, i can barely walk down the isles of the grocery store without going crazy. oh well, i guess thats just life.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
Pet Peeves
I am an understanding person, most of the time. I do not mind if someone would like to burp out loud, wear funny clothes, or even pick their nose. But, when someone scrapes their shoes along the sidewalk as they travel from place to place, or refuses to fill up an empty or partially empty ice tray, I go insane!
The searing pain that the scraping shoes bring to my ears is like the scratching of fingernails on a chalkboard. It is extremely irritating! People must be lazy because they cannot simply lift their feet a few millimeters to keep their shoes from scraping the ground. If I could get people to stop this asinine habit, it will not only benefit me, but it will help them as well. Not only will they begin their process of not being annoying anymore, but their shoes will last longer.
My other issue is with people that refuse to fill the ice trays after ice has been used. This is laziness in its purest form! It literally only takes five seconds to walk to the sink and fill the empty tray with water. If this simple task is completed, then next time they or someone else wants to quench their thirst with an ice-cold beverage, they can. I hate when I am craving an ice-cold drink and when I pull out the tray I discover that it is empty! Contempt fills my heart as I drink only semi-cold water.
Like I said before, I am an understanding person, but if a person crosses me with either of these two pet peeves, neither they nor I will be happy.
The searing pain that the scraping shoes bring to my ears is like the scratching of fingernails on a chalkboard. It is extremely irritating! People must be lazy because they cannot simply lift their feet a few millimeters to keep their shoes from scraping the ground. If I could get people to stop this asinine habit, it will not only benefit me, but it will help them as well. Not only will they begin their process of not being annoying anymore, but their shoes will last longer.
My other issue is with people that refuse to fill the ice trays after ice has been used. This is laziness in its purest form! It literally only takes five seconds to walk to the sink and fill the empty tray with water. If this simple task is completed, then next time they or someone else wants to quench their thirst with an ice-cold beverage, they can. I hate when I am craving an ice-cold drink and when I pull out the tray I discover that it is empty! Contempt fills my heart as I drink only semi-cold water.
Like I said before, I am an understanding person, but if a person crosses me with either of these two pet peeves, neither they nor I will be happy.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
it's not winter, but that's not going to stop me from writing about skiing
I haven't posted anything in a while, so here's a paper I wrote for my English class. Hopefully I get a good grade on it.
The Crash
One of the greatest sports around is snow skiing. My dad taught my siblings and I how to ski when we were eight years old. Even today, my dad continues to teach and give me advice about skiing. He has been involved in this sport for years and does not want me to make the same ridiculous mistakes he has made while skiing. I have learned that when it comes to skiing, I must listen to the advice my dad has given me.
One memorable winter season, I had the opportunity to go skiing at Jackson Hole Ski Resort. This time I was not with my dad, but rather with a former boyfriend, Chris. We were having an incredible day together. The snow was not the greatest; rather, it was packed snow, but this meant it was easier to ski extremely fast.
Because I am an adventurous person, I yearn to ski fast. I had long passed Chris down the slope and loved the thrill of the wind cutting against my cheeks as I skied as fast as I could. As I was racing along, the words from my dad came to mind, “If you don’t know a run, don’t ski fast down it.” I did not know the ski runs of Jackson Hole at all, but I desperately wanted to feel the adrenalin rushing through my veins as my speed increased. I felt confident with my skiing and refused to slow down.
As I was making fast carved-turns down a particular run, I came to a hill that sloped down, flattened to a plateau for a few yards, and then descended to a decently steep hill. This type of change in slope made for a perfect jump if a person is traveling fast enough. I came to this part of the run and it caught me off guard as I sailed through the air about a foot off the ground. I was very grateful that I landed it. Then, unbeknownst to me, the run repeated this same change in slope nearly immediately after I had landed my first jump. I was too proud to slow down, nor did I have the time to do so. I launched myself off the jump and the next thing I knew, I was sailing through the air once again. This time I was a couple feet higher off the ground, not to mention, I did not take off quite as well as the first time. I began to tilt to the left as I was soaring through the air. I gripped my poles hard and had the time to think in my head, “This is going to hurt!” Suddenly, I hit the hard packed snow like a ton of bricks. First my left leg, then my shoulder slammed into the ground, and finally my head rebounded against the cement-like snow. I tumbled and somersaulted for a few yards, creating a “yard-sale” crash. My skis, poles, goggles, and hat were strewn across the run as though they were for sale. I finally stopped sliding down the mountain. I was stunned and had a hard time catching my breath.
I lay in the snow for what seemed like hours, but in reality, just a few minutes. My head and left knee ached from all the banging and tumbling. Finally Chris showed up. I did not move for the next several minutes. The ski patrol saw that I had clearly crashed and advised me with the warning, “You better try and move to the side because some idiots ski down this hill pretty fast and they could run into you.” I tried to contain my laughter as I thought, “I’m one of those idiots!” Chris and I gathered my equipment and I moved to the side of the run. I decided after a number of minutes that I was ready to cautiously ski down the mountain. I was feeling good for the first five minutes, when suddenly, my left knee began to feel as though it were being twisted and contorted with every turn. I did not want to stop skiing because I was so close to the bottom of the run. I then began to feel nauseas and the only thing I wanted to do was throw up, luckily, I made it to the lodge with no problems besides limping extremely slow. Sadly, I was done skiing for the day.
I had not listened to my dad’s advice. Because of this, my ski day at Jackson Hole was over, just half way through the day. Also, the rest of the winter 2005 ski season was done and over with for me, even though there were some great ski days left. I had chosen to ignore the wise insight from my dad, which caused me to have a terrible day and ski season.
The Crash
One of the greatest sports around is snow skiing. My dad taught my siblings and I how to ski when we were eight years old. Even today, my dad continues to teach and give me advice about skiing. He has been involved in this sport for years and does not want me to make the same ridiculous mistakes he has made while skiing. I have learned that when it comes to skiing, I must listen to the advice my dad has given me.
One memorable winter season, I had the opportunity to go skiing at Jackson Hole Ski Resort. This time I was not with my dad, but rather with a former boyfriend, Chris. We were having an incredible day together. The snow was not the greatest; rather, it was packed snow, but this meant it was easier to ski extremely fast.
Because I am an adventurous person, I yearn to ski fast. I had long passed Chris down the slope and loved the thrill of the wind cutting against my cheeks as I skied as fast as I could. As I was racing along, the words from my dad came to mind, “If you don’t know a run, don’t ski fast down it.” I did not know the ski runs of Jackson Hole at all, but I desperately wanted to feel the adrenalin rushing through my veins as my speed increased. I felt confident with my skiing and refused to slow down.
As I was making fast carved-turns down a particular run, I came to a hill that sloped down, flattened to a plateau for a few yards, and then descended to a decently steep hill. This type of change in slope made for a perfect jump if a person is traveling fast enough. I came to this part of the run and it caught me off guard as I sailed through the air about a foot off the ground. I was very grateful that I landed it. Then, unbeknownst to me, the run repeated this same change in slope nearly immediately after I had landed my first jump. I was too proud to slow down, nor did I have the time to do so. I launched myself off the jump and the next thing I knew, I was sailing through the air once again. This time I was a couple feet higher off the ground, not to mention, I did not take off quite as well as the first time. I began to tilt to the left as I was soaring through the air. I gripped my poles hard and had the time to think in my head, “This is going to hurt!” Suddenly, I hit the hard packed snow like a ton of bricks. First my left leg, then my shoulder slammed into the ground, and finally my head rebounded against the cement-like snow. I tumbled and somersaulted for a few yards, creating a “yard-sale” crash. My skis, poles, goggles, and hat were strewn across the run as though they were for sale. I finally stopped sliding down the mountain. I was stunned and had a hard time catching my breath.
I lay in the snow for what seemed like hours, but in reality, just a few minutes. My head and left knee ached from all the banging and tumbling. Finally Chris showed up. I did not move for the next several minutes. The ski patrol saw that I had clearly crashed and advised me with the warning, “You better try and move to the side because some idiots ski down this hill pretty fast and they could run into you.” I tried to contain my laughter as I thought, “I’m one of those idiots!” Chris and I gathered my equipment and I moved to the side of the run. I decided after a number of minutes that I was ready to cautiously ski down the mountain. I was feeling good for the first five minutes, when suddenly, my left knee began to feel as though it were being twisted and contorted with every turn. I did not want to stop skiing because I was so close to the bottom of the run. I then began to feel nauseas and the only thing I wanted to do was throw up, luckily, I made it to the lodge with no problems besides limping extremely slow. Sadly, I was done skiing for the day.
I had not listened to my dad’s advice. Because of this, my ski day at Jackson Hole was over, just half way through the day. Also, the rest of the winter 2005 ski season was done and over with for me, even though there were some great ski days left. I had chosen to ignore the wise insight from my dad, which caused me to have a terrible day and ski season.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
a story from the past
My life right now is not too exciting, so I don't have any stories to tell. But, I wanted to blog something, so here is a story from my past.
When I was in kindergarten we used to have story time. Probably the best part of the day, besides the snack. (We usually got a roll and a carton of milk, but I never wanted my milk because it tasted gross since it came from a cardboard carton, so I would try to throw it away without anyone seeing. I wanted people to think that I drank it when I really didn't.)
The teacher would have us all come sit inside a square on the floor and we got to look at the pictures when she read the story to us.
We weren't allowed to talk, but I was feeling daring one day and started to whisper to someone sitting next to me. Well, I got in trouble because I was talking during story time and I had to go sit underneath the teacher's desk with the other bad kids while she read the rest of the story. I could still hear her, but I couldn't look at the cool pictures. I was so ashamed and embarrassed that I had gotten into trouble. It was the first time I had gotten into trouble at school. Luckily, I wasn't too bored underneath the desk because there were a bunch of magnetic letters on the side of the desk that I got to play with. I don't think I ever talked out of turn till fifth and sixth grade, where I made up for all the talking I didn't do before. Good times.
That's all I have right now, maybe I'll have something better to blog about in a bit.
When I was in kindergarten we used to have story time. Probably the best part of the day, besides the snack. (We usually got a roll and a carton of milk, but I never wanted my milk because it tasted gross since it came from a cardboard carton, so I would try to throw it away without anyone seeing. I wanted people to think that I drank it when I really didn't.)
The teacher would have us all come sit inside a square on the floor and we got to look at the pictures when she read the story to us.
We weren't allowed to talk, but I was feeling daring one day and started to whisper to someone sitting next to me. Well, I got in trouble because I was talking during story time and I had to go sit underneath the teacher's desk with the other bad kids while she read the rest of the story. I could still hear her, but I couldn't look at the cool pictures. I was so ashamed and embarrassed that I had gotten into trouble. It was the first time I had gotten into trouble at school. Luckily, I wasn't too bored underneath the desk because there were a bunch of magnetic letters on the side of the desk that I got to play with. I don't think I ever talked out of turn till fifth and sixth grade, where I made up for all the talking I didn't do before. Good times.
That's all I have right now, maybe I'll have something better to blog about in a bit.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
My 7 Sevens
7 Things I want to do before I die:
1. Live in Italy for at least a year
2. Get married in the temple
3. Go surfing
4. Own 100 pairs of cute high heels (i'm only on 10 right now)
5. Get a descent nights sleep
6. Pass Chem 105
7. Paint a picture
7 Things I cannot do:
1. A standing backflip
2. Not pop my zits
3. Sew a quilt
4. Take a shower every single day (I can take a shower every other day though)
5. See The Beatles live in concert
6. Play the harp
7. eat plain tomatoes
7 Things that attract me to my boyfriend:
1. Tall, dark, and handsome!
2. His kindness to everyone
3. always opens the door for me
4. easy to talk to
5. His sense of humor and his laugh
6. The fact that he honors the priesthood (this sounds corny, but I really like this quality)
7. his kisses!
7 Things I say often:
1. that's so lamesauce!
2. hey, whats goin' on?
3. Sorry, I can't go, I have to study (this is a new phrase that I have said mostly this semester)
4. your mom's face! (said after someone says a "your mom" joke)
5. yeah. (said like the rapper Lil' John)
6. I didn't go to BYU- Provo because I wanted to move out and plus I got a scholarship to BYU-Idaho (I repeat this phrase almost everytime someone up here at BYU-I asks where I'm from because inevidably they will ask why I didn't go to BYU-Provo)
7. shoot!
7 Books I love:
1. The DaVinci Code - even though it is so cliche to say that now.
2. Harry Potter series
3. Where the Red Fern Grows - makes me cry every time.
4. Fantastic Mr. Fox - the first book I ever really loved. I think I read it at least 10 times when I was younger.
5. Tuesdays With Moury
6. Mayo Clinic Book. I have never read it all the way through, but I love looking up diseases in it and finding out about them. I know, I know, its a weird habit.
7. SeinLanguage - one of the most hilarious books I have ever read.
7 Movies I could watch over and over again:
1. Sleepless in Seatle
2. Pride and Prejudice (the 6 hour one and the new one)
3. My dance recital DVDs
4. Tommy Boy
5. While You Were Sleeping
6. Better Off Dead
7. Fried Green Tomatoes
7 People who I would like hear 7 sevens:
1. Blogga tigga
2. Chebwecca
3. Mat6t
4. Smart Alec
5. Debboe
6. Lodown, I think you've been tagged already, but you don't have a list up yet.
7. anyone else who feels like they could make a descent 7 sevens list.
1. Live in Italy for at least a year
2. Get married in the temple
3. Go surfing
4. Own 100 pairs of cute high heels (i'm only on 10 right now)
5. Get a descent nights sleep
6. Pass Chem 105
7. Paint a picture
7 Things I cannot do:
1. A standing backflip
2. Not pop my zits
3. Sew a quilt
4. Take a shower every single day (I can take a shower every other day though)
5. See The Beatles live in concert
6. Play the harp
7. eat plain tomatoes
7 Things that attract me to my boyfriend:
1. Tall, dark, and handsome!
2. His kindness to everyone
3. always opens the door for me
4. easy to talk to
5. His sense of humor and his laugh
6. The fact that he honors the priesthood (this sounds corny, but I really like this quality)
7. his kisses!
7 Things I say often:
1. that's so lamesauce!
2. hey, whats goin' on?
3. Sorry, I can't go, I have to study (this is a new phrase that I have said mostly this semester)
4. your mom's face! (said after someone says a "your mom" joke)
5. yeah. (said like the rapper Lil' John)
6. I didn't go to BYU- Provo because I wanted to move out and plus I got a scholarship to BYU-Idaho (I repeat this phrase almost everytime someone up here at BYU-I asks where I'm from because inevidably they will ask why I didn't go to BYU-Provo)
7. shoot!
7 Books I love:
1. The DaVinci Code - even though it is so cliche to say that now.
2. Harry Potter series
3. Where the Red Fern Grows - makes me cry every time.
4. Fantastic Mr. Fox - the first book I ever really loved. I think I read it at least 10 times when I was younger.
5. Tuesdays With Moury
6. Mayo Clinic Book. I have never read it all the way through, but I love looking up diseases in it and finding out about them. I know, I know, its a weird habit.
7. SeinLanguage - one of the most hilarious books I have ever read.
7 Movies I could watch over and over again:
1. Sleepless in Seatle
2. Pride and Prejudice (the 6 hour one and the new one)
3. My dance recital DVDs
4. Tommy Boy
5. While You Were Sleeping
6. Better Off Dead
7. Fried Green Tomatoes
7 People who I would like hear 7 sevens:
1. Blogga tigga
2. Chebwecca
3. Mat6t
4. Smart Alec
5. Debboe
6. Lodown, I think you've been tagged already, but you don't have a list up yet.
7. anyone else who feels like they could make a descent 7 sevens list.
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