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Day ... No Days... SEE YA!

2010-09-14T09:03:00.000-07:00

Loveyoubye!

I'm leaving and I love you all and I'm so excited to serve! You can find traces of me.....

HERE

Have a good year and a half. Thank you everyone for everything!

-Hermana Bundy

4 days

2010-09-10T22:55:00.000-07:00

It's about time I give you guys the link to my mission blog. So here you go click here to keep up with me on my mission.

My mom and sister are running that blog so if you leave any comments I'm sure they will pass them along. Also, I think they are going to post some of my emails and things there.

It is also a good place to find my current address so you can write lots of letters :)

6 Days

2010-09-08T22:09:00.000-07:00

I hope they have pie in Argentina because I love pie.

7 Days

2010-09-07T22:20:00.000-07:00

...so I missed a few days... moving on.

One of the hardest parts about moving once you have established yourself some place is leaving behind friends. It seems like just when you find that right combination of people that will put up with you and that have fun with you, the time comes to move.

So this post is to you awesome friends that I have had to leave behind. Thanks for being there and putting up with me. Y'all rock!

Spanish Movies = Good

2010-09-04T20:50:00.000-07:00

Watching movies in Spanish is really helpful.

Turns out on most Disney cartoons you can just change the setting to Spanish and thats that you have a classic movie in Spanish or French (I chose Spanish obviously) its beautiful really.

My favorite so far has been Alice in Wonderland. You thought the Mad Hatter was mad just wait until he is rambling in Spanish.

11 Days

2010-09-03T18:46:00.000-07:00

Writing letters is harder than getting letters.

Today I wrote a half dozen letters and I found myself questioning my motives. Am I only writing letters because I want to receive letters on my mission? Maybe. Is that bad? Probably. So what I'm going to do is just admit it openly so that people know.

Just the other week I had a good friend scold me because I only sent him one letter on his mission...and I put it in with my roommates letter. I didn't even spring for the stamp or envelope! I am shame-faced :(

To be honest after writing those letters I realize it's hard to think of something to write, and then there's finding a stamp, and an envelope...you know what you don't have to write if you don't want to.

PSYCH!

Of course you should write to me! ... please :)

12 Days

2010-09-02T09:11:00.000-07:00

Advice is just that, advice.

Since I've announced my intentions of going on a mission I have been flooded with well intended advice. Many people might find this annoying. I, on the other hand, find it comforting. As long as I remember that what people are saying is just their opinion on the situation.

What people say may be 110% helpful, or it may not be worth anything, but hey, at least they took the time to try and help, right?

So thank you to everyone that has given me their thoughts and as for everyone else don't be afraid of telling me what you think because I love hearing what you have to say.

13 days

2010-09-01T18:52:00.000-07:00

I am really thankful for my family.

Yeah me and my little brother struggle with getting along now and then. But thats just because we're brilliant. My mom and dad? AMAZING! I would be nowhere without them.

My other brothers and sisters? Super supportive and really sweet. I mean, what would Kelsha be without Shae to guide her through moving to Missouri or Chelsy telling her what clothes are fashionable.

Thank you family!

Day 14

2010-08-31T17:27:00.000-07:00

I recommend reading.

Reading is the best form of escapism. Well second best. The first best would be actually escaping I suppose. And then there is writing.

Let me revise.

Reading and writing are a good way to escape your current situation. Forget surfing the internet and creating a false feeling of social interaction. Just read a book and the time just slips away.

I thought that studying would take the joy of reading out of me, but turns out it makes me love reading more. So anyone that is trying to endure what seems an incredibly impossibly long time until something they are really looking forward to happens, read a book.

15 Days

2010-08-30T08:04:00.000-07:00

For the last 15 days before I go on a mission I am going to try and post something every...or every other day. Just little things I have learned and realized while I've been preparing for my mission.

So here goes.

15 days.

I may or may not have a native Spanish speaking companion. You all laugh and say 'claro que si, what would you expect you are going spanish speaking.' Well for those of you that have ever gone on a foreign speaking mission maybe you experienced this, but getting my mission call and realizing I will be speaking spanish came at two different moments for me.

Now I'm not so much worried about rooming with someone that speaks a different language. Been there. Loved that.

But let's be honest, I'm not afraid of speaking in front of people and usually I have a pretty good "crowd" personality. But what happens when I'm trying to speak in Spanish..

I'm sure I will be fine and I'm not actually worried about it. If anything I find it funny that I hadn't thought of the idea of speaking Spanish (though I had been studing the language) until about a month after my call came.

This is just one of those thought processes you think about when getting ready for a mission.

Turns Out

2010-08-16T12:35:00.000-07:00

Things have been super crazy around here. My family all came down for family pictures and my sister had a baby. She is so cute. The baby, not my sister, well my sister is cute too, but you know what I mean. Anyway, my house has been swarming with adorable little children ergo I have not had time to blog.

I am working on a mission blog for my mom to keep updated so keep a look out for that. I will post the address on here for all of you in case you want to keep up with me and maybe even write a letter or two to me...

But anyway back to the title of this post it turns out:

I don't know how to hook my camera up to upload pictures. So no pictures yet.
My phone is broken. So no phone contact unless you email me for my home phone number.
I retemplated my blog. What do you think?
There is less than a month before I go into the MTC.
I'm super excited for my mission.
I don't have anything else to say.

So I hope you are having a marvelous Monday, don't do drugs, stay in school, and I will try to fix my camera and phone for the future. :)

Hey team.

2010-07-19T08:26:00.000-07:00

Drive. Drive. Sleep. Drive. Drive. Drive.

The sentence above equals what I have been doing for the past 3 and a half days and which will continue to be my motto until Thursday or Friday.

I must say driving gets old after awhile, but you know what doesn't get old?

ADVENTURE!

I'm off on another adventure north for a wedding. Totally worth the drive due to the fact that this friend is a pretty awesome gal.

I have tons of pictures from my previous adventures so when I come back things or going to get pretty busy around here. Be so excited.

Sleep. Drive. Drive. Drive.

Well as long as we are taking long exhausting trips.

2010-07-08T20:05:00.000-07:00

I just got done recovering from the wonderful, but tiring Bundy Reunion, which was a blast.

Now it turns out I'm heading for Missouri sometime. I would tell you when, but then I'd have to kill you..or was it that I'd have to know first, either way.

I am going to Missouri for a little bit so I probably won't be blogging for said little bit. Then again maybe I will be blogging. I just wish you would quit being so nosy! ... only joking.

Anyhow.

I am more than likely going to see the Nauvoo Pageant (which is not located in Missouri--Don't be confused!) and there is a good chance I will have some great pictures of my parents property to share with you when I get back.

So I guess what I'm saying is, just you wait 'enry 'iggins!...or was it just you wait devoted friend and blog reader, look it up--I'm going to Missouri.

The Best Day of My Life So Far

2010-07-05T22:26:00.000-07:00

I went to the temple today and it was the most amazing experience in my life so far. I am so happy I can't believe my feet are still on the ground, because it feels life I have been lighter than air all day.

Seriously people, I've felt like crying for joy all day long!

No one should have to live without the blessings of the temple. I can't wait to go and give people in Argentina the awesome news that these things are available because of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ.

If you have a recommend go to the temple. If you don't have one, get one. It's worth it.

Bundy Reunion. "Holla!"

2010-06-29T09:14:00.000-07:00

It's that time of year again boys and girls.

The BUNDY REUNION!

MT. Trumbull. (where it all happens)

So git yer cowboy hat,

yer sleepin bag, and yer campin chair

cause we are in for a rough n' rowdy

weekend of joyous fun.

I'm excited.

Logan Sweet Logan

2010-06-22T23:40:00.000-07:00

I'm in Logan visiting for a few days. I just got here and I can't sleep for some weird reason, but one thing is certain. I miss this place.

I love it here.

Also, I am spending the night on my love sac (You know, the one my friend is babysitting for a year and a half until I can reclaim it... hopefully).

The drive was long but it now that I'm here I think it was definitely worth it. Life doesn't get much better than it is right now.

All is right with the world.

Happy Father's Day! (tomorrow)

2010-06-19T18:23:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is Father's Day.

This means I am dedicating this post to my Dad.
He ROCKS!
He also doesn't like to be discussed on the internet so that is the end of this post.

Don't forget to give your dad a hug for Father's Day everybody!

Did you know they took gullible out of the dictionary?

2010-06-16T22:32:00.000-07:00

So my friend sent me this link on facebook:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ

If you clicked on that link before reading on you just got 'Rick-Rolled.' You probably didn't fall for it. But I did. I always do.

This has happened to me at least a dozen times and I always fall for it. Does this mean I'm too trusting? Or do I just like Rick's music video?

I chose the first. I can't STAND Rick's music video. But I do find it entertaining the fact that I am so gullible.

PS. I just rick-rolled one of my other friends. I feel better. It's as if I've passed the burden on.

TO DO:

2010-06-14T20:35:00.000-07:00

As you can see by my nifty gadget on the side there. I have 92 days left until the mission.

HOW LONG EES DIS GOING TO TAKE! ......just kidding. But really.

I guess I have alot to do though:

Learn the gospel
Learn Spanish
Learn about Argentina
Learn people skills
Learn how to teach.

Just alot of learning in general. But, thanks to my upstanding learning at various prestigious High School establishments I at least got a head start in Spanish. I know words like: Taco, Burrito, and Pepe... Ok so maybe I don't have that much of a headstart.

So I will tell you what I'm going to do.

First, I'm going to get a Spanish Dictionary.
Second, I am going to learn 5 new words every day. (It's how I got my English vocabulary. I'm not sure it will help, but I can't imagine it could hurt.)
Third, I am going to start studying Spanish grammar. If I can pass my Tech Writing Editing/grammar classes I feel like I can learn Spanish grammar.

As for the rest of that stuff, it will come. But if you are looking for me I'm probably in my room--studying.

I got my mission call!

2010-06-10T12:04:00.000-07:00

I'm going on a mission do you want to know where?

I'll give you a hint. This is their flag.

I am hereby called to serve as a missionary of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I am assigned to labor in the Argentina Neuquen Mission, Spanish speaking, and I leave September 15!

I'm so excited!

Kelsha Bundy: (n) Enigma wrapped in a comfy blanket.

2010-06-08T09:51:00.000-07:00

My buddy Jon did a post about three things people may not know about him. I was going to do the same thing, but every time I try to tell people about myself I can't think of anything to say. So I looked myself up and this is what I found thanks to dictionary.com and the bits and pieces of various word definitions I found there. The six word memoir is all mine though.

Kelsha Bundy:

(n)

One that is puzzling, ambiguous, and/or inexplicable.
A perplexing person; a riddle.

Meaning #1: something that baffles understanding and cannot be explained
Synonyms: mystery , secret , closed book

Meaning #2: a difficult problem
Synonyms: riddle , conundrum , brain-teaser

What about you?

Defy The Future

2010-05-29T09:11:00.000-07:00

One great thing on the long list of perks for living with your parents includes movie watching. I have seen more movies in the theaters in the last month than I have in the last year at college.

Last night we saw Prince of Persia.

I for one loved the movie I thought it was brilliant!

The casting was good and the plot was interesting and I loved the actions scenes. I haven't heard very many positive things about the movie which makes me sad. I think they did a really good job. I give it two enthusiastic thumbs up!

21

2010-05-26T22:59:00.000-07:00

I am officially 21 years old. It will be my birthday for six more minutes.

How do I feel? The same. Just more nervous because my papers went in today.

I had a really good birthday. My mom, my sister, and my nephew took me to Zions and we watched a movie about sea-rex. The movie? Cheesy. But hanging out with my family was fun.

My mom made me a funfetti cake with funfetti ice cream and my sister and brother in law brought chocolate ice cream and cookie dough. The result was pretty amazing!

For some people turning 21 is a huge deal, but it doesn't seem that different to me. My sister gave me a long list of things I can do now that I couldn't do yesterday, which just seemed silly to me. But I guess that is what life is about. Silly rules.

I think I'm going to like being 21.

Dream on.

2010-05-23T22:15:00.000-07:00

I have many dreams. However this post is not about my desire to obtain a PB&J from the white house. Or my need to visit each country in the world.

This post is about my recurring dream. Lately it seems that my sleep consists of a broken record repeating over and over the same images.

My repeat dream is this:

I've returned to Logan and I am trying to get to someones house. I am stressed out about reaching this person because I have something really important to tell them. Instead of getting to the persons house I usually end up carrying a small child around for awhile. I seem to be babysitting this child or something.

Anyway,

I always end up at my old apartment only I have forgotten I moved out and there is nothing in my room and my room has turned into a closet that is really small and has an extremely slanted floor (so much so that you cannot sit on one side of the room without sliding to the other).

I didn't say my dream made sense.

The only thing that changes about this dream is the people I see in it. Everynight it is the same setting and I say all of the same things, but I am talking to different friends that I left in Logan.

I have never experienced something as odd as this. Then again I have never had as good of friends as I had in Logan in my entire life.

I think I miss them.

Doggy Problems

2010-05-19T12:33:00.000-07:00

Funny story.

My parents have a dog. She is a cute little tea cup terrier named Tes. But she has recently become in need of a haircut...

My mom went out of town and asked me to take care of the house. She said that when she got back we would get the dog groomed.

Well you all know how I am about waiting for things...and being the useful and favorite child that I am....wellllll

I cut the dog's hair. And lets just say it is less than perfect. In fact, it is the most wretched hair cut I have seen on a dog to date. Tes keeps trying to hide under things in shame. She keeps looking at me with these huge hazel puppy dogs eyes as if she is whimpering pathetically, "Why would you do this to me?"

Poor pup.

But wait!

Poor ME!

What was I thinking?! My mom is going to kill me! I've been debating which look to give her when she gets home.

Sweet and innocent?

"Hey mom remember how I'm more important to you than a dog?"

Or shocked and adorable.

"What? Who did that? Tes? You got a haircut?!"

In all of this I just have to try not to laugh. Because, well, it's hilarious!

Pretty Music

2010-05-16T21:04:00.000-07:00

There is something about pretty music that I love. Pretty music has a way of reaching parts of my soul that I have never been able to understand. But somehow really good music finds a way to heal and rejuvenate my misunderstood appendages in a way that makes me feel whole.

I especially love good wordless music. A few songs from movies such as Finding Neverland, Les Choristes, and Pride and Prejudice are just a couple of places I have found really lovely music.

I've always felt that classical music (aka wordless music in this case) are the novels of music. Sure there is pop and indie alternative styles (picture books, and young adult fiction), but I never feel as satisfied as when I listening to the marvelous works of Bach, Beethoven, and other talented composers old and new. They are the Jane Austens, the Charles Dickens, and the Victor Hugos of music.

I LOVE IT!

Robin Hooood

2010-05-14T23:50:00.000-07:00

.

I made a decision tonight.

I am marrying this man one day

Well not like Russell Crowe the person. More like Robin Hood, the character.

I watched the new Robin Hood movie tonight and I have decided two things.

1) You are never too old to have girlish dreams of being a princess.
2) When you take 3 hour naps in the middle of the day it becomes difficult to sleep at night. (You know how I feel about Naps!)

Wait, I forgot I learned 3 things

3) The new Robin Hood movie ROCKS!

Anyway, after watching Robin Hood I have a great desire to start some kind of a revolution for Liberty and Justice. The hard part is that I am completely and hopelessly ignorant when it comes to politics and governmental know how (You win this time tyranny).

So whats next?

Well I'm going to start by mounting a search for this guy:

Again the character/ideal not the literal actor.

I will then find King John (here meaning anything representing injustice and/or tyranny) and give him/it a rhetorical lashing whilst my charming husband gives him a physical beating. :)

I cut my hair!

2010-05-13T10:03:00.001-07:00

In an act of spontaneity, which I am prone to experiencing now and then, I cut my hair!

What? I love my long hair...or I guess I should say I loved it..

I don't know what to think.

It's not THAT short.

But it's shorter.

*sigh*

Final Grades.

2010-05-08T18:11:00.000-07:00

Anyone that knows me knows how nervous I was for my grades this semester. Lets just say I struggled quite a bit to keep up on everything. However, I just found out (much to my shock and delight!) my final grades:

A
A
A
A
A

4.0!

I don't know how, but I'm not going to complain!

Thank You

2010-05-06T13:54:00.000-07:00

This post is dedicated to everyone I am about to mention...I guess that's pretty obvious now that I think about it.

Thank you!

All of my professors- You were extremely nice to me considering I had a lack of motivation this semester. (I mean serious lack.)

All of my friends- For putting up with my almost obsessive references to church and church related things. (I can be a bit...obnoxious).

My roommates- For putting up with..well me for 3 whole years! That's alot of years people.

My family- For putting up with me for...well...my whole life...That's even more years!

Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ- For being my best friends. (If you think this sounds cheesy you are missing something).

And anyone else that doesn't fall into those categories...I'm pretty sure everyone does. But thank you for everything. I wouldn't be even close to who I am today without all of you!

I'm Done!

2010-05-03T20:48:00.000-07:00

So...............................

ITS OVER!

I'm finished and it feels so good! I don't have anymore school for at least 18 more months :D

This is me.

2010-04-29T23:06:00.000-07:00

Worn.
Tired.
Happy.

I have have about two or three reasons to be stressed and about a million reasons to be happy. It's wonderful.

Reason number 856 for being happy.

This guy:

Who can be upset when they are in possession of a plastic parachute army man?!

LOTR and Spoons!

2010-04-25T12:27:00.000-07:00

This weekend Claire and I participated in one of our favorite bi-annual events.

Basically, twice a year we watch these movies:

We pretty much love these movies and find that our friendship runs quite parallel to these two (just try and guess which one I am):

Claire also introduced me to this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oecyWkaBiEE

All shall watch that youtube clip and laugh profusely!

Check List

2010-04-24T13:46:00.000-07:00

I am almost there!

Family Finance(one test)
Editing Project (pending)
Print Portfolio (close)
Web Portfolio (undecided)
Print Publications Exam (done!)
Ag Machines (done!)

And the best part? No finals!

Happy Earth Day

2010-04-22T09:32:00.000-07:00

I found this awesome video to commemorate Earth Day.
When was the last time you screamed for the trees?

Spring Rain

2010-04-21T22:29:00.000-07:00

It is raining right now.

It's such a delightful sound and an even more divine smell.

Right up to this moment I was stir crazy. The end of the semester couldn't come fast enough, and I just wanted to be anywhere in the world except Logan.

But now...I want to freeze this moment.

I'm going to miss it here.

Dead Poets Society Indeed

2010-04-16T10:06:00.000-07:00

For the past three or four weeks I have had a dream. My dream has been to watch that movie hanging out in the right margin.

You may be thinking to yourself "Really Kelsha? that's your dream?" I don't think you understand.

I have heard about this movie for years. YEARS. It comes into my life and I think: I'm going to watch that movie.

Que the Universe's vendetta against my watching this movie.

Everytime I try to watch this movie something happens to stop me. Well I had forgotten about all of this until three or four weeks ago in my institute class when we watched a clip of it. It was then I remembered: I want to see that movie!

This was only reinforced when my Editing Professor told me this is the movie that inspired him to become a teacher. He's kind of a legit professor so it only spurred my desire to see this film more.

Well, after much work my buddy got a hold of a copy from the library and we tried to watch it last night. Turns out the people that rent movies from the library do a terrible job of taking care of them because it was unwatchable.

Was I shocked? No. Did I give up? I should have.

We searched high and low and finally resolved ourselves to watching it in 10 minute segments on Youtube. But wait, that is not the end. Did we finish this movie. Absolutely not. It turns out Youtube didn't have the last 20 minutes of the movie!

Do I give up? I should.

What do you think?

Glorious Sleep.

2010-04-15T11:29:00.000-07:00

I slept through most of my classes this morning.

Irresponsible? Yes.

Needed? Definately.

So if you were paying attention you should have got:

(-Sleeping in + Need of sleep)( - Irresponsibility + New Found Will to Go On) = Just Fine

In English that means: I'm over it so should you be.

I said might apparently I wasn't serious.

2010-04-13T16:13:00.000-07:00

Ok, I'm back

I realized there was no need to do anything hasty. Also, I have so much to say (not to mention the amount of people that were distraught at my prior anouncement).

Everyone just calm down, because I have a commentary on society for you.

I call it The Cheese
I have recently become aware of the marriage cycle on a whole new level. I'm not sure what is in the water, but it seems like everyone is getting married. I can count on my junior high wood-shop teachers right hand how many people I know that aren't on the fast track for marriage (well I didn't actually take wood-shop, but I can imagine how many fingers my junior high wood-shop teacher would've had by now).

What is the source of this trend? Why are all of my friends suddenly getting married? I swear 80% of my church group is dating itself. (I'm not sure that sentence made sense so just use your imagination). I'm not against it. I just want to know, why all at once?

I have a guess.
Lets say there is a group of single people we will call them "friends." This group gets along nicely and everything is great. Well suddenly one of the "friends" gets a boy/girl friend and leaves the group. Well then there is always a copy cat that finds someone and also leaves the group. After this the group gets nervous and starts pairing off with each other. Soon it becomes a great big game of The Farmer in the Dell until finally literally and mostly figuratively the cheese is left standing all alone.

Then if the cheese is any kind of smart they find a new group of "friends" and the process starts all over again (only the cheese from the former group makes sure they are the first to leave the new group). It can seem a bit confusing at first.

Moral of the story?
Everyone has to take a turn being the cheese.

And for all of you wondering if I consider myself the cheese at present moment. The answer is resoundingly no. I will not be the cheese of my group. I am breaking this vicious cycle and only conforming to society so far as it fits my needs (which it does not at present).

The begining of the end.

2010-04-08T15:12:00.000-07:00

I have some news.

I might stop writing on my blog.

Nothing is final yet, but the thing is, I don't have anything to say anymore. All I want to talk about is my mission, and how I'm getting ready, and what I am going to do when I get my call, and I don't want this to turn into that annoying girl talking about her plans for a mission blog, so without further runnon sentences.

adieu

Guess what?!

2010-04-04T19:29:00.000-07:00

Close.....But no I did not get bitten by a radio active bug and now have the powers to fly and read minds. That would be so cool though...but wait, why would I be telling you!

Aaaaanyway back to what, what is.

I started my mission papers yesterday!

Do you know what this means? Of course not. Why should you?

It means I am almost done with my mission papers.
The point is...... I am so close!

I can't see without my glasses!

2010-03-30T16:23:00.000-07:00

I lost my glasses this weekend...

It makes me feel like her a little bit:

Seriously folks, I have a splitting headache.

But it could be worse. At least I can see well enough to drive and do normal things. I just can't you know see the board at school or take notes...no big deal.

Productive Me.

2010-03-27T14:03:00.000-07:00

Guys, I was so productive today. I worked on homework all work long and am just now taking a break before I get off work. Where has this new vigor for being productive come from?

Basically, I want to be productive.

That's it. That's all it took. I just had to want it and it happened. This probably works differently for everyone, but for me it is just about what I want.

I've decided I want to be caught up on my homework and maybe even get good grades. So I'm going to do it.

Now I just have to decide what I want next.

Chocolate Milk, a nap, Australia?

We will see...

I bet you are wondering

2010-03-23T11:22:00.000-07:00

I bet you are wondering what I did for spring break.
I went to St. George and stayed with my family. That's right. We just chilled. It was pretty awesome, and I had a hard time coming back to the cold and loneliness that is school. It was a good reality check to see what I should be working on and where I need to be focused.

I bet you are wondering what I am doing this summer.
I'm going on a mission. (A what?!) A mission!! That's right. I am packing up and shoving off this summer to serve the Lord for 18 months. It has been hard to prepare and I have a long way to go, but I am really looking forward to it!!! (If you couldn't tell by the annoying number of exclamation marks I am using)

I bet you are wondering why I am telling you all this.
Because I am so excited! My life is starting to come together, and it is giving me more hope and happiness than I ever remember feeling (which is definitely saying something (I'm a really happy person (I'm happier than...a happy person (if you couldn't already tell by the exuberant amount of parenthesis I've decided to throw in.. (!)..))).

The Point Is
I just got lost in my parenthetical tangent, and I don't remember what I was going to say next. Look a star * or an Astrix *I like star better*

Anyway I guess the point is. Don't worry be happy. Find what you want to do and go for it. I did, and look at me, I found the straight line button on the keyboard (* | *) !

I was going to post something AWESOME!

2010-03-18T21:42:00.000-07:00

But then I thought to myself:

Nevermind.

I'm tired...

Good Night :)

Thoughts for the road

2010-03-12T06:41:00.000-08:00

I'm driving home today. Its about 6.5 or 7 hours as the law abiding citizen drives. I love to drive by myself and pump up the music really loud. Also, did I mention I drive a V6 Turbo Volkswagen in the color of red. This not only makes me happy that I am able to drive my child hood dream car, but good ole Hector has some get up and go, and he is not afraid to use it.

That all being said, 6.5 or 7 hours is a very long time. There are a few hours in there where I just let things be quiet and think. Thinking can be really fun, but only if you have something to think about. I generally don't have an issue with this especially after the other night.

Have you ever heard a story that made you laugh for days? I hadn't, until two days ago. My best-friend-in-law told me a story the other day that entertained me so much that I am actually giggling about it all over again as I type. It's one of those stories that is so epic yet terrible yet hilarious that you can't help but be taken in by its wonderful, awkward, greatness.

That being said I don't feel that it is my story to write here. However, should you see/call me in person I feel more than obligated to tell you this ridiculously awesome story.

I am driving for 6.5 or 7 hours today and I plan to have a fully charged phone...I'm just saying.

"Why, will shall break it; will and nothing else."

2010-03-09T12:07:00.000-08:00

The theater department up at Utah State is currently putting on a production of William Shakespeare's Love's Labour's Lost. Perhaps this is a shock to you (or perhaps not), but I have not read very much Shakespeare. It isn't that I dislike Shakespeare I just haven't gotten around to it. This goes to show that just because you are an English major does not mean you are a Shakespeare fanatic....(it just helps I guess).

Anyway back to the issue at hand. Interpret what happens in the play as you will, but to me the theme screams in proverbial caps DON'T PLAY THE GAMES.

The basic plot line *Spoiler Alert* is there is a king and a few of his men who decide to swear off every fun thing in the pursuit of higher education. Their plan is spoiled when a princess and her ladies come to discuss some kind of policy with the king.

As you can imagine every sort of tom-foolery ensues.

In the end when they finally establish who likes who and start to develop real relationships with each other the princess and her ladies have to leave (due to the princess's dad's death). When the king and his men ask them to stay they say no.

He is like 'but I'm in love with you.' and she is like 'no we were just playing silly games' and he is like '..bu ..bu...I meant it.' and she is like 'oh..awkward..' and he is like 'yeah.'

So she tells him to come find her in a year and if he still is in love with her they can be together.

I for one do not think he makes it the whole year. There is no way. His character has already been made out to be so inconsistent. The odds are that another princess and more ladies show up two weeks later leaving him and his men once more "forsworn in love." Pretty much, they will continue this cycle until they stop playing games.

Alas, some people never stop playing the games.

Where do Mad Hatters come from?

2010-03-05T15:09:00.000-08:00

Apparently the origin of the term Mad Hatter comes from back in the day when hatters used mercury to make hats the effects of which drove them a bit bonkers. I wouldn't mind being considered a bit mad. Crazy! (literally...and figuratively).

Anyway back to my reason for posting!

Last night I went with these people (two of my favorites):

To see this movie (one of my favorite stories):

With these two (also two of my favorites):

It was the midnight premiere and I was scared to see it at first (mostly because I absolutely love Alice In Wonderland by Lewis Carol), but I loved it! Granted it's Tim Burton and he is a bit of a wierdy sometimes but still....

TOTALLY WORTH IT!

What the cookie dough ice cream?

2010-03-04T15:56:00.000-08:00

So the other day my roommate was coming home from a long day and stumbled upon some ice cream.

Yes you read correctly ice cream.

Someone had left a thing of cookie dough ice cream on our front porch and left a well written poem to the tune of Stand Out from the Goofy Movie.

My question is

WHO?

Who keeps leaving random stuff on my doorstep?!

I Miss

2010-02-23T16:22:00.000-08:00

Watching movies (more specifically Miss Marple and Poirot) in my chair while you sit on your bed, and we both fall asleep before its over.

Listening to your opinion about the world.

Getting your advice about boys.

Listening to what you learned on the Discovery channel and what new illness is plaguing the countryside.

Seeing the look on your face when I have news (even when its not exciting news).

Hearing about how genealogy is going.

Hugging you when I first see you and then hugging you again every time I think I am leaving (but not actually leaving until hours later).

Debating what the world will be like in 20 years.

You teaching me how to crochet at least once every two months.

Discussing books.

You telling me I look great even though we both know I am in sweats and a t-shirt with my hair going crazy.

Watching you light up while you talk about your children and their children and your system for remembering everyone's birthday and how well everyone is doing.

I will see you again...

I just miss you is all.

When You Need To Sleep

2010-02-17T23:29:00.000-08:00

So I can't sleep.

They are watching star dust in the living room and I really want to watch it! I told them no, because I really need to sleep, except I probably should have just watched it because I can't sleep anyway...

But, back to the whole sleeping dilemma. I was surfing facebook as everyone does whence they cannot sleep, and I came across a lullaby courtesy of my niece's and nephew's/ sister-in-law's generosity. (I can just imagine them watching this!)

Turns out elmo was having my same sleeping issues. Apparently there is a celebrity agency that helps out with this kind of thing. Except its clearly a crap shoot as to who you end up with. Elmo had to shop around, but I'm glad he did.

**hint/warning- These are both slightly creepy yet funny. Also, if you are looking to actually be lulled to sleep by an angelic voice you might want to skip to the second one.

Stairs, Bubbles, and Swivel-Chairs

2010-02-16T15:15:00.000-08:00

Stairs, Bubbles, and Swivel-Chairs.

These three things have something in common.

I conditionally love them.

For those of you a bit confused. Conditional love is the type of love that has stipulations.

You know, like bears love broccoli as long as its covered in honey.

Stairs are great. As long as I am walking down them.

Bubbles are super. As long as they aren't too soapy.

Swivel-Chairs Rock! As long as they don't break whilst you are spinning/racing on them...

I guess the moral of the story is that nothing is all good?

Except naps.

Ok, new moral.

There are always exceptions.

Secret, Secret

2010-02-15T10:58:00.000-08:00

I have to be honest. I haven't really celebrated Valentines day since I was kid and found those pasty heart things to be delicious.

Since those days Valentines Day has meant free candy from mom and dad and sometimes sisters. Once my freshman year my sister sent me anonymous flowers with a over the top cheesy poem. That was pretty fun, but I found out immediately it was her (though I told everyone else they were from Matt Damon).

Well this Valentines Day was a bit different. It all started Saturday morning. There was a knock on the door so I went to answer it. When I came to the door I found a guy holding a vase full of beautiful purple tulips.

(tulips are possibly my favorite type of flower)

I quickly signed for the flowers and came inside to see who they were from. The card read "Love your secret admirer"

Silly sister I thought. So I called to say thank you. "It wasn't me I swear!" I believe her because last time she just fessed up and there was a poem attached. I then called the rest of my family to figure out who it was. They all agreed that if they spent the money to send me flowers they would put their name on it.

I tried to put the mystery flowers from my mind as the next day approached. Sunday I went to church and had a lovely time. Upon coming home I found a handsomely decorated card and a lovely origami heart.

The card read "Happy Valentines Day. I hope you have a good Sunday. Be careful with my heart. -Your secret Valentine." It is adorable! But who sent it?!

I have asked everyone I know and they have all steadfastly agreed that it was not them. I am a sucker for a good mystery. The curiosity is killing me. Plus I want to say thank you!

So just in case you happen to be reading my blog person/s who sent me flowers/a card. Thank you very much. You made my Valentines Day, and if I knew who you were I would probably bring you cookies.

Free Pie Wednesday? You Know Thats Right.

2010-02-11T11:39:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I discovered one my favorite recurring events has returned.

All hail the wonderful joy that is free pie Wednesday!

My good friend (not to be confused with my dear friend). Treated me to dinner and free pie yesterday. It was awesome and made my whole day if not my whole week.

She pretty much rocks!

Thank you good friend :)

Feelin' the Winter Blues

2010-02-09T12:02:00.000-08:00

"Go ahead and play the blues if it'll make you happy."
-Dan Castellaneta

Three Things I do when I am blue:

Listen to pretty music.
Eat pie and drink hot cocoa.
Find someone with a problem and solve it.

Three things I avoid when I am blue:
Negative people.
Angry people.
Mean people.

Three Things I love when I am blue:
Laffy Taffy Jokes.
Funny Stories.
Good Conversation.

Everyone gets the blues in the end. That's life. What we do? That's our decision.

"I'm never sad for long."

-Me

Are You the Logan Lurker?!

2010-02-04T16:33:00.000-08:00

If anyone read the statesmenn, there was a giant article dedicated to what they are calling "The Logan Lurker." Apparently there is some guy running around stealing things from college student apartments.

My first thought process was. Crap. I have to start locking my door. My second line of thought was: Logan Lurker? Logan Lurker. Hmm thats fun to say.

Thus I have taken to asking everyone that comes in my door and sometimes random people I see in the parking lot: "Are you the Logan Lurker?!"

Its kind of fun, because the people stop with a guilty look on their face as they decide whether or not they are or aren't the Logan Lurker.

Docile

2010-02-01T17:38:00.000-08:00

Allow me to start by saying docile is a really cool word. It is fun to say and packed with meaning.

Today I felt docile all day. It was a pleasant feeling. I really liked it. I wasn't sad, mad, or angry. Just docile. A correlating word for it could be content. I was docile and content.

and Happy.

Back in my day, cartoons taught culture!

2010-01-30T14:36:00.000-08:00

Do you remember watching cartoons when you were younger? I do. I used to love Hey Arnold!

Specifically this episode was one of my favorites. Watching it after actually knowing a little about opera makes it even more funny. Trust me.

Good Times

2010-01-30T09:06:00.000-08:00

Yesterday one of my best friends got married. She looked absolutely adorable in her white dress and AWESOME veil. The real point is that she just looked happy.

It made me feel so joyful that she has found that one person she wants to spend eternity with. Her friends and I homemade a gift for her full of inside jokes and fun songs. We even made this awesome CD cover/booklet for her.

I know right?

2012?

2010-01-26T10:58:00.001-08:00

Last night I went and saw this movie:

What did I think?

I don't know! It was crazy, over the top, cheesy, funny, but intense? I can't explain it. I feel very conflicted about it. Generally, I judge a movie based off of if I get bored, but that doesn't apply here. I definitely wasn't bored, but it was really cheesy at parts. Do I recommend seeing it? Yes, mostly because I want someone to tell me if I liked it or not, or at least explain this weird conflicted feeling I have about the whole thing.

That's it!

2010-01-21T11:34:00.000-08:00

That's it I've had it up to here! You can't see me but I'm holding my hand above my head as high as it goes whilst standing on an office chair. Dramatic. I know.

I realize that the people calling me *Keisha are innocently confused. I get that. I just don't know how to fix it.

Today I thought. Well, I will just start making my "l"s extra long so people can't possibly mistake them for an i.

Ke|sha.

ok.... Only problem? It looks like an "add-space" sign. People are going to A) Think I'm a nerd, and B) start calling me Ke Sha. Admittedly its better than Keisha..but still.

I've decided all of you that insist on calling me Keisha need to at least start acknowledging the fact that you have mistaken a lower case "l" for an uppercase "I".

By all rights you people should at least be calling me KeIsha, which phonetically sounds something like keheesha, and is consequently my new favorite mispronunciation of my given name Kelsha.

Get that? K. E. L. S. H. A. I spell it in caps, not to give the illusion that I am yelling at you (its not your fault), but merely to clear up any confusion about how it is pronounced, which is just how it is spelled.

Don't think of this as me pointing fingers. Think of this as you and I coming to a mutual understanding about what my name is--Kelsha, with an L...not an I...got it?

****I have nothing against the name Keisha itself. I just don't like being called Keisha**********

Pork Chops and Applesauce

2010-01-20T12:07:00.001-08:00

Today I heard a paraphrased quote that said something about not being afraid to take responsible risks.

Ha. I thought. That is a really funny way to put that. Surely, there is no such thing as a responsible risk. If there is any risk, does that not make the item in question irresponsible?

At least thats the thought process I have labored under for the past decade or so (you know, since I was ten).

Well after some thought on the subject I decided, or at least life seemed to say to me, "There is such a thing as responsible risk, and don't call me shirley."

Which basically means, anytime you progress or grow, it is because of a responsible risk you were either forced to take or took on your own. Hence the title of this post. (No really! Its not so bad--pork chops and applesauce I mean. It really tastes good!)

So here are a few responsible risks that I have at some point considered irresponsible and/or illogical, but have actually enriched my life:

Going to school out of state.
Talking to strangers on the bus.
Eating strawberry spinach salad.
Playing the violin.
Developing friends of the best variety.
Taking more than 12 credit hours in a semester.
Dating.
And last but by no means least, re-evaluating and re-dedicating myself to my values and standards. (don't laugh until you try it.)

All this time I have thought that I'd just been making a fool of myself when really I was just taking responsible risks!

What a relief.

Sometimes I feel like Snoopy

2010-01-18T14:19:00.000-08:00

The Epitome of Cool

2010-01-16T11:14:00.001-08:00

"When you look at yourself from a universal standpoint, something inside always reminds or informs you that there are bigger and better things to worry about."
-Albert Einstein

I've noticed that when you type certain famous people's name (like Albert Einstein) wrong, spell checker corrects it for you.

New Goal: Become famous enough that the standard spell checker dictionary contains my name; thereby, eliminating the occurrence of the majority of people calling me Keisha (on paper at least).

Is this a bigger and better thing to worry about from a universal standpoint? Well I think it has been made painfully clear that I'm no Albert Einstein.

One can always dream.

Room 201

2010-01-14T17:11:00.000-08:00

Today a few good friends visited me at my place of work.

We had a pleasant conversation in which someone mentioned how his schedule had said his class was in a bathroom.

I thought that was the craziest notion--for a building to number its bathrooms.

Well an hour or so later, during my break, I walked past the bathrooms in Ray B. West, and sure enough they have numbering as well.

What I want to know is who thought it was necessary to number the bathrooms. Is it some kind of code in case secret agents want to exchange Intel? They can say, 'meet me in room 201' instead of reducing themselves to saying bathroom.

Or maybe it was a design flaw when the building was built years and years and years ago. Maybe the bathrooms were an afterthought--an old office they converted into the bathroom. Anyway you look at it, its a bit odd.

All I know is that from now on, instead of telling people I am going to the bathroom, I'm just going to say I'm going to room 201.

ASTE is a lie!

2010-01-12T10:21:00.000-08:00

This post is mostly intended to discuss my funny first day back to school.

Flash back to yesterday morning.

I wake up. Its 6:30am--thirty minutes too early. I go back to sleep. I wake up 7:30am--thirty minutes too late.

I jump out of bed and begin my morning routine almost mistaking my upstairs neighbors plyometrics workout for an earthquake.

Finally, I am ready to go and I run out the door with a protein shake in one hand and an apple in the other. Thankfully my neighbor is also running late and kindly offers me a ride. However, due to my ADD and absent mindedness I forget to tell him where my class is and almost end up on the other side of campus from my destination.

My first class goes ok, but sadly I am late for my second class. The teacher is at the front looking something up on the computer and I slip in right behind him without notice.

Thinking I got away with being late I make for a chair, but just as I come into view to the rest of the class I hear my name all but shouted from the majority of the students present--as if they practiced before I got there. Good thing that professor and I get along...

The day goes smoothly and I make it in and out of my other class fine.

Now for ASTE. Understand that I realize my next class is off campus somewhere, I just don't know where... Oh well, I will just watch an episode of Chuck and worry about it later.

Thirty Minutes Before Class Starts

Crap. I've missed the bus. I don't know where it is. I've walked just about everywhere I can't find it. The map I looked at was messed up (or..I was messed up) and sent me down the wrong street. Oh well.

Nap time.

All of this confustion led me to believe that the ASTE didn't exist. However, upon re-examination (namely talking to a girl in the same class as me) I can attest that it does indeed exist. I was just looking in the wrong place.

Wednesday is a new day and I will try again.

In the mean time I hope you all had a better first day than me :)

Lets Do This

2010-01-09T20:01:00.000-08:00

Can I just say that I am so ready for this semester. I have never approached a semester feeling as prepared as this semester. Gee I hope this isn't false confidence. Meh, if it is thats fine it still feels like the real deal, it'll do.

It may be more of a testament of the weird mood I've been in lately, but I'm actually excited to do homework and have no time. That may be because for the last few days. All I have had is time. Time to think about all of the things I want to do but can't until a certain day or until something else happens on said certain day or the list goes on and on and on. Waiting is terrible. I hate it.

Anyway, I'm ready to be distracted.

Sigh

2010-01-05T17:28:00.000-08:00

"Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart."

-Victor Hugo

Good Morning :)

2010-01-04T08:34:00.000-08:00

I've decided that there is no better way to wake up than to natural sun light. Everyone take a second and think of the last time you awoke to the warm beams of heaven shining down on your face. Its truly magical.

I've also decided that there is no more annoying way to wake up than with the sun in your eyes.

Its quite the dilemma.

Then again this kind of conflict exists everywhere.

OHs cereal? Sure love some, but wait its going to tear the mickey out of the roof of my mouth. Make a snow angel? Love to! except when I'm done I will be wet and probably have left my phone in the snow (true story). Would you like to dance? Yes, then again I don't know how and will make a fool of myself.

In the end you have to decide if the benefit out-weighs the cost, and it usually does. So for my part I will continue to wake up to the sun, because I love the sun. I'm also going to continue to eat OH's cereal, make snow angels, and dance like the fool that I am. Why?

Because I love it!

Aww My Dear Watson.

2009-12-27T23:01:00.000-08:00

I haven't been to an actually movie in a movie theater since the transformers fiasco awhile back so let me just express my joy in having this delightful movie be my reintroduction to the movie going world.

Anyone that knows me knows that I am an avid reader/lover of mystery literature/bbc remakes/movies. When I heard they were making another Sherlock Holmes I was skeptical but excited and I will tell you I was not disappointed by the new take.

This could well be my new favorite movie! If you haven't seen it. See it. No one to go with? Take me :)

Merry Christmas

2009-12-25T09:08:00.000-08:00

Here is a scene from my FAVORITE Christmas movie of all time.

I ask you

2009-12-23T08:19:00.000-08:00

Who, being loved, is poor?

-Oscar Wilde

Decisions

2009-12-19T20:32:00.000-08:00

I'm at a place in life where I need to start making some serious decisions.

Oh man.

Everyone that knows me, knows that I am:

A) Hardly ever serious

and

B) Bad at making decisions

Does anyone see a problem with the phrase

SERIOUS DECISIONS?

What am I going to do?!

Party Time!

2009-12-16T16:38:00.000-08:00

I finally made it to St. George!

I just realized I've been so busy celebrating surviving this semester I've totally neglected my blog. I think this is a really good sign, it means I have a semblance of a life when I'm not tied down to school and work :)

So for those of you whose christmas break is settling into the lazy sleepy stage, I will recap my last few weeks.

I completed my web portfolio and all of my presentations resulting in some decent grades this semester. phew!

Maren and I had a movie madness marathon in which we watched a BUNCH of movies. Everything from Oceans 11 to the Muppet Christmas Carol.

Me and the gang risked our lives in the middle of the night and went to Tremonton. We had Denny's served by our new friend Laura (she is a sweet heart).

The snow plow man came and plowed our parking lot (we watched the entire process).

I went to H-ville and visited some good friends.

Annnd now I'm home :)

grrr

2009-12-08T08:14:00.000-08:00

I'm tired.

I'm sick.

I'm sick and tired of:

my hands being freezing.
waking up too early then falling asleep and being late.
my brain being cramped.
not being able to find matching socks.
my heart being torn.

What I'm grateful for you ask:

hot cocoa
swivel chairs
a warm place to sleep
the cutest nephews and nieces in the world
amazing friends
education
a wicked awesome family that loves me
movie madness week
89cent 44oz drinks
beautiful scenery
and just about everything else.

So that brings us to:

downside: 5
upside: infinity

....its not so bad after all.

--

I just need to remember:

“Life is not an easy matter... You cannot live through it without falling into frustration and cynicism unless you have before you a great idea which raises you above personal misery, above weakness, above all kinds of perfidy and baseness.”

-Leon Trotsky

Baby Its Cold Outside

2009-12-04T09:40:00.000-08:00

I walked outside with wet hair today. Bad Idea.

Yesterday was really busy! Holy Moly it was busy. I did make fifty bucks! That was nice. I need to finish my projects though..

I think my problem is I enjoy solving problems too much. When someone needs help with anything its another opportunity for me to solve a problem. I will spend as much time as needed to figure it out. For some reason I can't leave anything undone. I HAVE to finish.

Its such an odd thing considering that when its just me and I need something done I forget or am just too lazy to do it.

Night Terrors

2009-12-02T22:33:00.000-08:00

I will now relate to you the most terrifying thing that happened to me last night.

Picture this:

As I hop into bed I my teeth are chattering and my joints are locking up from the cold. I sit and let my mind wander for a few minutes--unable to fall asleep in my present state. Finally, my body finds warmth under the six blankets I've piled on myself.

I feel myself slipping further and further into the deeper realms of sleep. It seems I only enjoy this feeling for an instant before my eyes are wide open and I am staring at the ceiling.

It takes my brain a moment to register what I am looking at, but when it finally becomes clear I am frozen--this time with terror.

There is a giant spider the size of my two fist clenched together crawling slowly along the ceiling. It is as if my waking has alerted it of my whereabouts.

Its giant hairy legs set a path at an alarming rate heading straight for me!

My heart begins racing with fright, and I quickly jump out of bed and fall all over myself as I run to the hallway pointing at it, unable to speak or cry out. All I can seem to do is whimper pathetically, "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Suddenly I wake up.

I'm still doing an odd little jig in my hallway and my arm is outstretched pointing at my bed. I can't exactly remember what's going on, but for some reason I am afraid of my bed. I try to ask my brain what is going on, but it is drunk on adrenaline and doesn't seem to know why it commanded my body to behave so ridiculously. Ugh, I'm so confused..and tired! Finally, I stop trying to figure it out and crawl back into bed.

It isn't until morning that I realize I have fallen victim to a night terror. They are pretty much classified as waking nightmares. Basically, you are awake just hallucinating a nightmare and unaware of anything else.

It can be a bit funny (in a freaky way) when you are trying to defend yourself in one of these terrors and wake up to find you've destroyed your lamp or have wandered outside without a coat.

I usually only get them when I'm stressed or agitated.

Hmm.. it must be close to finals.

Opportunity has Struck its practically beating the door down

2009-12-01T10:35:00.000-08:00

Guess where I am going tonight?!

Dear friend and I have been invited to the ninth floor of the business building. I know right?! We threw together a executive summary for this entrepreneur competition thing at the last minute and what you know we got in!

Just goes to show that:

Wish us luck!

My Luck Never Ceases to Amaze Me

2009-11-30T07:53:00.000-08:00

I have lots of homework. As in: I should not be writing this right now, but

A) I can't focus
B) I really want to tell all of you what happened this break.

So, I will give you a quick run down. By quick I mean wordy and hilarious.

I drove down to St. George for the holidays. On the way my sister and I got a flat tire..sort of. It went something like this.

(My sister was driving my car)

Me: Hey Chels my back tires are pretty old so go easy on them. Especially the back left one, it has locked lug nuts.
Chelsy: What?! You tell me this now. You put MY safety at risk.
Me: yeah, sorry about that. You know what, I'm sure its gonna be fi..

KATHUD! (we run over a piece of something on the road)

Chelsy: (glares at me)
Me: (guilty grin at her)

--2 miles later--

Th-thud-Th-thud-Th-thud (the back left tire, the one with the locked lug nut, is exhibiting signs of flatness)

We pull to the side of the highway and check our tires. And here, ladies and gentlemen, is the weird part.

There didn't appear to be anything wrong with any of them.

I shrug a little, she shrugs a little. I kick the tire a little, she kicks the tire a little. We shrug some more and hop back in the car.

Me: Maybe it was just our imagination.
Chelsy: Sure. (Don't discount her sarcasm here)

We get back in the car and drive slowly forward.

Th-thud-Th-thud-Th-thud (the back left tire, the one with the locked lug nut, continues to exhibit signs of flatness)

Chelsy: Get out and fix it.
Me: Um..OK.

I walk around to the back left tire, the one with the locked lug nuts, and I check everything. Turns out there was a piece of plastic rubbing against the tire. Go figure.

Being the intelligent person that I am, I kindly asked Chelsy for her scrap booking scissors and cut the plastic away from the tire. (It was dismembered anyway and no good to me.)

I hope back in the car.

Me: OK that should be good.

We start driving a little.

Th-thud-Th-thud-Th-thud (the back left tire, the one with the locked lug nut, continues to exhibit signs of flatness)

OK from this point we can skip ahead a bit. Basically, I repeated getting out of the car and trying to fix the plastic stuff about four different times. It was actually quite comical. I felt like I was in a three stooges episode or something.

Finally I discovered that the tire had, had a strip of it rubbed off from the friction of the plastic. It was a strip that went clear around the tire and was just attached by a bit at the end.

By this time Chelsy had all but lost her patience with me, and my shenanigans. She opened the car door and stared at me.

She rolled her eyes.
Chelsy: Whats the problem.

She has said this just as I have fixed the scissors over the strip of rubber that had come loose from the tire. I look her straight in the eye.

SNIP

I get in the car and toss the piece of rubber in her lap.

Me: Nothing just drive.
Chelsy: What's this?
Me: Don't worry about it just don't go over 40 mph.

(All the while I am laughing uproariously inside of me)

We make it to Filmore and find that no tire shop is open. Thus, we call my dad.

Dad: Well I'll just get the horse trailor and come pick you up.
Me: What?! No. ...Dad. ...Thats sweet,.. but I will just stay here and fix it in the morning.

We go to the local eating place and buy some food.

My phone rings.

Me: Hello
Kolton: Hey, Kelsha this is Kolton.
Me (severly confused and thinking it is a different Colten from Logan): Hey Colten how are you?
Kolton: Good. I hear you are stuck in Filmore.
Me: Yeah,....how did you know that?!
Kolton: Well your dad called my dad and I'm gonna come help you out ok?
Me: What?..Oh, Kolton Bundy! Right, um..ok but I will warn you its got a locked lug knut on it.
Kolton: No problem.

You have to understand I haven't seen or talked to Kolton for at least..lets see..10 years. His dad and I were good friends out in Missouri for awhile so I heard a bit about him, but thats not much to go off of since that was five years ago itself.

2 hours later, after:

Sitting in the freezing cold
Being accosted by rodeo cowboys
Being forced to watch two full episodes of Rev Run's House.

Kolton drives up with his lovely wife (I know right? He has a wife now, clearly alot has happened since I have seen him last) Anyway, turns out he is a rock star, takes about 2 minutes to fix my tire, and is on his merry way in ten minutes flat. I love family!

So in the end Chelsy and I make it home quite safely having enjoyed what I would call a lovely adventure. Chelsy would call it a catastrophe brought on by my inability to be a responsible adult, but

I remain of the opinion that it was a good time!

Anyway that wasn't the only good time I had this break. Stay posted for more adventures.

The Snapshot of Stress

2009-11-23T08:05:00.001-08:00

I believe that today this picture

defines me.

You may not be able to tell but seconds before, I ran and jumped on that bull whilst it was bucking. As you can tell by my face, I did not fully think out the repercussions of this decision.

Thankfully, the girl attempting to buck me off is weak sauce.

Un-thankfully the manner in which I have landed on the bull has given her leverage. I do take comfort in the small boy behind me ready to catch me should I fall though. (What a great little brother.)

Let it be known that I came out the conqueror in this past situation.

But, today?

Today I am frozen in this frame. Hopefully I can hang on long enough to figure things out, but for now. I'm hung up (metaphorically speaking of course).

da da da da..... And really bad eggs. Drink up, me 'arties yo ho!

2009-11-20T08:57:00.000-08:00

I am a fan of Captain Jack Sparrow. I love the way people constantly underestimate him, yet his plan always works out.

Whenever I want to laugh and be entertained by witty banter I turn on Pirates of the Caribbean and do so.

I realize that maybe the movies themselves are lacking in a few areas but I'm over it. I think Jack is hilarious and I will watch and not be ashamed.

(The following is one of my favorite scenes from the first movie when Jack is talking to the guards)

Mullroy:
What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Smith?
Murtogg:
Yeah, and no lies.

Jack Sparrow:
Well, then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out.

Murtogg:
I said no lies.

Mullroy:
I think he's telling the truth.

Murtogg:
If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us.

Jack Sparrow:
Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you.

I've Got Joy!

2009-11-17T08:43:00.000-08:00

I woke up so happy yesterday.

I was literally dancing and singing in my kitchen. I couldn't help it. It was the craziest thing. All day I was humming to myself. I just couldn't help giggling with joy.

Not the "I got a new skirt look how cute I am joy," or the, "That boy paid attention to me joy,"

No. The from-the-inside-out kind of joy. The kind that soggy socks and mean looks are incapable of even affecting let alone destroying. It reminded me of a song from my youth:

The Joy Song!

Oh, boy, I’ve got joy, I do, I do
(standing--clap hands and sway hips from side to side
to the rhythm of the music)
It starts in my heart (hands on heart) and spreads to my head
(point to head) in a minute or two (put up one, then two
fingers)
And did you know it can grow on my toe
(touch toes)
and keep my knees so they don’t freeze
(hands on knees, jiggle knees)
I feel so neat from my head to my feet
(both hands on head, then on toes)
When I’ve got Joy.
(give self a big hug)
Oh boy, I’ve got joy, I do, I do
It starts in my heart and spreads to my head
in a minute or two.
(same actions as above)
But the best place it shows is below my nose
(point to lower lip)
For a mile or two
(place palms together and slowly stretch arms out to sides)
I’ve got a smile for you
(with index finger draw a big smile on your face)
I feel so neat from my head to my feet
(hands on hips, sway hips side to side)
When I’ve got joy!
(give self a big hug)
I’ve got joy, I’ve got joy.
(one hand out, palm up, then other hand)
At the end, snap fingers, and in a loud whisper, say “Oh Boy.”

Ahh I just. Wish. I could bottle up how happy I feel and share it with everyone. It is diverting indeed. And the best part? It hasn't worn off. I hope it stays forever!

trouble on the south campus loop

2009-11-16T08:27:00.000-08:00

Remember my over active imagination, which may or may not create irrational fears, especially in all matters concerning the bus?

If not see here.

Let me explain. I shall start from the beginning.

It was a good morning. I woke up on time, did the morning routine (which includes, as my stomach has just reminded me, forgetting breakfast...like every morning! I don't get it.)

Anyway, I had just got to the bus stop and was waiting for the south campus loop with my good friend Handsome-Dave. (The poor chap was late for school, and seemed very distressed indeed.)

Enter Dear Friend.
Exit Handsome-Dave (to catch a different bus in his stress and anxiety.)

-2 minutes later-

Enter Bus of Death

Dear friend and I got on the bus and thought nothing of anything because the bus was well stocked and we felt that we were in no danger of being kidnapped (again see here for more detail).

Well we had just arrived at the Fine Arts building when it happened. The doors opened.

and people got off.

and the doors closed...

well, one door closed.

That's right only one door closed! And I was sitting right in front of the door that was open. If, as dear friend so correctly pointed out, I had been pitched forward, I would have died!...or at least had a messy face.

I didn't know what to do. There was nothing to hold on to. I just sort of flailed backwards in a ridiculous fashion looking around in terror for something to hold onto.

Thankfully, the bus driver saw my anxiety and quickly fixed the problem. Thus, I live another day.

Moral of the story?

Irrational fears do come true.

Look Around You: Water.

2009-11-12T09:42:00.000-08:00

This movie will make you laugh.

It will make you cry.

It might even make you wet yourself.

Morning Trance

2009-11-11T08:06:00.000-08:00

Kites rise highest against the wind - not with it.

-Winston Churchill

I'm sitting in the lab, and I can't focus on anything. And yet, I can't help myself from focusing on everything.

Every sound seems to be magnified, the shuffling papers, the rattling keyboards. Even the customers' breathing doesn't seem to be escaping my notice this morning (fyi there is a nose breather in the corner).

There are so many things I need to be working on, but my mind has been overloaded. So I sit. And listen. And try to look friendly.

Maybe I can learn something from the people around me. They seem to be having no trouble focusing on what needs to be done.

Then again, maybe not. That girl over there is just playing farm town on facebook.

Just goes to show that we are all in the same boat--which would explain why the boat is sinking. Too much weight.

At least I'm a good swimmer.

Today.

2009-11-08T22:28:00.001-08:00

I am grateful for alot of things.

Mostly I'm grateful for:

Perspective.

Love.

and Peace of Mind.

(Picture by Greg Olsen found here)

Ugly Sweater Party

2009-11-07T13:33:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I attended an extraordinary event. It was a beautiful mixture of awkward moments and hideous, knit sweaters (with the exception of the occasional deer hide and belly sweater).

Seriously folks, if you have never been lucky enough to be apart of such a glorious opportunity, I am truly sorry for you.

The following is a collage of pictures from the event. I'm taking votes on which sweater is ugliest so feel free to comment and submit your input.

For a more detailed account of the evening you can go here it includes video of Isaac and Oliver trying to eat a tablespoon of cinnamon (apparently its supposed to be impossible). It also has more pictures of the party and all those who participated.

Why is walking so hard?

2009-11-06T11:45:00.000-08:00

I remember in basketball we had some plays that required two people to switch sides of the court. There was a girl on the team that could never figure out how to run past me without bumping into me. It was the craziest thing.

Finally, my coach took her aside and told her, "Its just like driving keep on the right hand side and always yield to oncoming traffic." Now, this did her no good because she didn't have a license and her parents wouldn't let her drive. But, since then I have always remembered what my coach said.

Recently, this issue has come to mind again (mostly because I was hit about a half dozen times by careless pedestrians whilst walking from the TSC to Ray B. West this morning).

I mean, I've ben walking for years now, and I can't remember it being that difficult. I'm sure when I was a wee child and just learning it was tricky to get the hang of, but since then I feel like I've got it sorted.

However, others (mostly college students) sometimes...struggle. What do I blame for this phenomena?

Distractions.

For some reason when students are walking on campus they can't just, walk. They have to entertain themselves in one way or another. Be it talking to a friend, playing loud music, or talking on the phone, there is always something distracting people.

Thats fine. If you can't handle walking in silence for 3 minutes its ok. I don't care what people do with their time. Just pay attention. Quit bumping into me and then glaring at me as if it was something I did.

I apologize if I sound upset. I'm not mad. I'm just in awe of how little people pay attention.

Listen, I'm sorry that you weren't taught proper pedestrian protocol, but this isn't the end. You can change. I will help you.

Its like coach always said (at least once):

"Walking is like driving. Keep to the right and always yield to oncoming traffic."

Lets make a difference. Together. Only you can prevent pedestrian indifference.

What can you do with a free cup of ice cream?

2009-11-05T08:23:00.000-08:00

Here is one thing you can do with a free cup of ice cream. Though, I don't recommend it.

(The following story is based on true events but cannot be distinguished from its fictional components.)

Kevin, Henry, and I had just come from the firework store to stock up for the holidays and decided to stop for ice cream before driving home.

The lady at the drive-in accidentally gave us an extra ice cream. It was just a small cup of ice cream and it was vanilla. That is two strikes right there. Nobody in the car wanted it and we didn't know what to do with it. Until suddenly, Henry got that look in his eye as we pulled onto the highway.

"Don't...just don't. I already now what you're thinking and its just.. a bad idea" As I was trying to talk sense into him. Henry was pulling a small firework out of our bag and placing it lovingly into the free ice cream. He then began playing with his lighter. My last plea, "... Don't," fell on deaf ears. He did it.

BAM! That tiny firework exploded sending vanilla ice cream to splatter on everything in the small confined space of Kevin's green 93' Monte Carlo.

It was a wonder to me and I'm sure my companions that so little ice cream could cover so much ground. Being in the back seat I had escaped most of it. Henry wasn't so lucky. Having been the holder of the cup his face was completely soaked in white goop.

The entire windshield as well as the front two windows were coated in a thin layer..a thin layer just thick enough to prevent seeing anything out of them. Consequently, the car swerved into the other lane as Kevin, the driver, exclaimed with nervous gaiety, "Ha ha, I can't see!"

"Pull over!" I cried. The incredulous nature of the situation refused to register in my soft serve shocked mind. The car finally stopped on the side of the highway and we sat in awed silence just looking at each other.

I spoke first, "I can't believe you did that! We could have been killed!" Henry turned around to look at me, with what I assume he thought was an apologetic expression. However, the effect of the goop on his face and in his hair just made him look utterly rediculous. I burst into a fit of laughter. It wasn't funny. But I couldn't stop laughing.

And neither could Kevin or Henry apparently. Henry was laughing so hard he became incapable of stringing a full sentence together "and then...haha...I lit it...and ... did you see that....oh man....hahaha"

Finally, we gained our composure and thought of heading home. Kevin began looking around for something to wipe a clean spot in the windshield with. "I think I have something." Henry offered eagerly. He reached into the DQ bag and innocently pulled out a napkin only to discover that somehow the exploded ice cream had found its way into the bag and completely saturated all of the napkins.

We lost it. I can't even remember how we made it home--or how we explained the mess in the car to Kevin's mom when we got home.

All I know is that I have a new found respect for the small vanilla ice cream at Dairy Queen, and I will never underestimate its size again. Especially if it is free.

I sure try hard

2009-11-04T08:57:00.000-08:00

"Flying is learning how to throw yourself
at the ground and miss."

- Douglas Adams

I fail. Everyday. Its weird though. I mean, when I go to bed at night, I don't really feel like a failure. In fact, I generally feel pretty good about the fact that I threw myself at the world, (just, like, chucked myself... head first at it) and even though I face planted 99.9% of the time, I never gave up.

There is something invigorating about just bombing at a situation. Afterward, I like to think to myself, "Things can only get better from here." And they usually do.

I have many faults, but I've decided, not giving my life everything I've got, is not one of them. --Did you catch that?--

Let me put it another way: I may not be the prettiest, the coolest, the richest, or the smartest--But I sure try hard.

It's like my grandpappy always used to say.

2009-10-30T15:57:00.000-07:00

It's like my grandpappy always used to say:

"if your not going to eat these hot dogs I'll just feed them to my dog."

At the time, Grandpappy had no dog...and another thing, I don't even call him grandpappy, its grandpa Bundy.

Anyway, I was just thinking today about how, as you can see from the live example above, I don't have anyone to quote sage-like things from. It seems like everyone has an aunt, grandpa, parent, or second cousin sister once removed that they are always quoting.

I have a solution.

I'm just going to make stuff up and accredit it to another source. I mean it would seem very prideful to quote myself..plus people wouldn't appreciate it as much.

Its like my dear nanna briggs used to say:

"ahh PEACHES!"

Wise words nanna. Wise words.

Couldn't have said it better myself

2009-10-29T09:00:00.000-07:00

"A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don`t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them."

-Oscar Wilde

Late, hungry, weirded out, but mostly just late.

2009-10-23T09:57:00.000-07:00

I woke up a bit late this morning.

Grocery shopping didn't happen this week.
No Breakfast.

My nose started bleeding.
It wouldn't stop.

Being late for work always throws me off.

A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing.

2009-10-21T09:00:00.000-07:00

"Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing."

-William James

Check it out!

2009-10-19T12:24:00.000-07:00

I have an awesome idea for a line of band aids!

I'm looking for investors ;)

The Time-Aid

Because Time Heals All Wounds :)

This one is for that girl asleep at that computer.

2009-10-12T08:58:00.000-07:00

I am sitting in the lab and there is a girl in a deep sleep at one of the computers. It is one of the good ones.

Her head is lulled back against the burnt orange office chair, and her feet are propped on the bottom ledge of the desk. Its genius the way she has set herself up.

I don't think anyone else has noticed she is asleep due to her positioning. She is camouflaged by everyone's stress and lack of observation skills, but at the same time she looks really comfortable. It is a nice contrast.

Sometimes the best way to become invisible is to stay right where everyone can see you.

This girl is my hero.

I'm scared the lab will get too busy and I will have to wake her up.

Attn: Movie Participants and Quote Lovers.

2009-10-09T08:14:00.000-07:00

Before I share the quote of the week I have an announcement to make: ..ahem.. We will start filming the horror movie beginning today and hopefully ending tomorrow. So if you want to be apart of this epic event. Let me know :)

And now for the quote: ...ahem...

“People do not lack strength; they lack will.”

-Victor Hugo

This one's for that guy that stole my computer.

2009-10-07T08:45:00.000-07:00

As many of you know I work in a computer lab. Part of my job is checking computers in an out for the classroom across the hall. Usually there are two of us in the lab so that one can watch over things while the other is gone.

Sometimes there aren't two people and you just kind of have to be quick. Well, today was one of those days where I just needed to be quick. It went something like this: (names have been changed to protect the guilty).

ME: "Hey dear friend that is hanging out in the lab and will not be inconvienced by my next request, will you keep an eye on things for me while I run across the hall. It shouldn't be a big deal. Everyone that comes to the lab pretty much knows what they are doing, so there really shouldn't be ANY problem."

Dear Friend: "Sure, no problem."

5 Minutes Later

(Kelsha comes back to find that some poor confused stranger has appropriated her seat. You know, the desk that holds my name tag, my bag, my computer, and my power as lab consultant.)

ME: "Really dear friend? I leave for five minutes and you let someone steal my chair?!"

Dear Friend: "Wha?...oh. Oops. Ha ha."

ME: *Awkwardly go stand by the computer cart and glance nervously at said stranger debating whether to say something or not*

2 minutes later

An off duty lab consultant walks in and greets the stranger in my seat as if he knows him. Then see's me, dawns an expression of confusion, and walks over to me.

Off Duty Lab Consultant: "Who's that guy?"

ME: "I don't know. Ha Ha."

Off Duty Lab Consultant: "What are you going to do?"

ME: "Meh, its not a big deal. I'll just wait. After all, its our job to make people comfortable and if he feels the most comfortable in my seat, then by all means he can have it."

Off Duty Lab Consultant: *Shakes head and laughs*

ME: *Stand for ten minutes and laugh whilst the stranger surfs the internet on my computer and prints out what seems to be a 15 page paper through my account*

The End.

Really? Snow? Already?

2009-10-05T08:54:00.000-07:00

Its going to snow?

Fall is probably my favorite season in Logan. I feel like I'm being ripped off. I went through the snow of last winter and survived the sweltering heat of summer, all because I knew fall would be here soon.

Hopefully I'm wrong. Maybe this week of cold and snow is just a little psyche out, a practical joke of sorts.

Don't get me wrong I do enjoy all of the seasons. They are very beautiful....

I was just really looking forward to fall...

Curse my cowardly heart.

2009-09-30T09:10:00.000-07:00

"People where you live," the little prince said,

"grow five thousand roses in one garden,
... yet they don't find what they're looking for..."

"They don't find it," I answered.

"And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose,

or a little water..."

"Of course," I answered.

And the little prince added, "But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart."

Antoine de Saint-Exupery
"The Little Prince"

How many fields have I walked through? How many hundreds of roses have I stopped to inspect, but found to be unsatisfactory? How many more will I have to disappoint before I find that one rose that I seem to be looking for.

My heart has seen many things, known many things. But my eyes are very conceited and proud. They enjoy being blind and refuse to let my timid heart seek what it truly desires.

How long will it be before I just relax and drink a little water?