Temple Square

I guess I'm just in the habit of writing in this dang thing everyday. Which is ridiculous because my professor didn't even look at it anyway. Oh well.

Last night a group of my friends and I decided to go to Temple Square since we wouldn't be able to go with our ward on Saturday. Hilary, Lindsay, a guy named Ryan, and Jeff made up the group.


I always love going to see the lights. Even if I don't go in the temple, it's still a very spiritual experience for me. It was definitely a needed trip considering the stress of finals coming up.
These are some of my favorite pictures from the night:

GUESS WHAT?

Guess what?!?!
I don't have to write in my blog every stinking day now! So, you all don't have to sift through all of the boring things that I write about everyday anymore. My blog posts are going to become a lot more spaced out and more important. Ha ha.

Also, today was the last day of class!!! Woohoo!!! Now I just gotta get through next week and then say hello to chillin' with the fam! I love Christmas time . . . :)

Self Evaluation

Do you ever chicken out when you have to tell someone bad news? I always do. I'm an extremely sympathetic (or maybe even empathetic) person. I absolutely abhor hurting people's feelings and I cannot deal with confrontation. My life is centered around making others happy way before myself and that gets me into a lot of trouble. No matter what I do, no matter what choice I make, I cannot please everyone, and that always upsets SOMEONE.
There's a saying that goes 'don't make that person a priority when they only make you an option.' Or something like that. I suffer from this a lot. I tend to emotionally invest in someone a whole heck of a lot more than they in me. That gets me hurt a lot.
So how do I change? Do I even want to change? Do I want to become this heartless girl who could care less about other people's feelings? Probably not. Unfortunately. This is somethings that defines me. I am an overly-caring worry wart.

I think I can!

It's the last week of school. Woohoo! It would be so much more exciting if I didn't have finals looming at the end of it. Also, the fact that I'll probably have to work on Christmas Eve doesn't exactly make me ecstatic.
BUT
My family is coming!!! I'll be kicked out of my room, but I'm still excited! Christmas lights, Swedish-Danish hotcakes, gingerbread houses, amazing food, and Santa's sleigh tipped over in the front yard are all so close, I can taste it. And nothing can beat being called Aunt Wese by 5 little people. Nothing.
Because I want it to come faster, these next two weeks are going to DRAG. Just like January will. It just needs to snow again. I think I may have put this song on my blog before, I'm going to repost it anyway because it's amazing and it's been stuck in my head for the past forever.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten,
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

I never thought I'd say this . . .

I always seem to complain about how I never have a Saturday to just do NOTHING. For the past few weeks, it feels like my Saturdays have been the busiest of days. Between work, family, work, football games, and work, it was like I could never get a moment to myself or catch up on homework. I won't even mention dates... 'Cause I don't get any.
This morning I woke up at 11:45. I was horrified. Mostly because I haven't been able to sleep that long in a looooong time. Also, that was like, 4 hours of homework I could have gotten done to leave the rest of my day fun and fancy free. I jumped out of bed and ran into the kitchen to make some brunch and sat on the couch for an hour watching TV. I then got in the shower, but didn't bother to hurry. It took me another hour just sitting in the shower, letting the hot water drain on me while I pondered life. I blow-dried my hair but didn't bother putting on makeup because I have no one to impress today. Now, I sit at my computer staring at a virtual reality because I have nothing to do, no one to see, and now that I have a chance to do homework . . . well, I'd rather not.
I have concluded that I'd rather my Saturdays be busy. If I have nothing to do, why bother getting out of bed?

I can't think of a title. . .

A girl recognized me from my ballet class when I walked into work the other day. It was strange because I always feel like I am an invisible person as I don't talk at all in any of my classes. It's not a self-esteem issue. It's a 'I don't want to subject my ornery morning self on innocent, unsuspecting people' thing.
It may also be a self-esteem thing.
Or habitual since I have spent the last 20 years of my life not being a morning person. It would take me a good solid hour at drill team practices for me to be able to form a coherent sentence and not scowl at any girl who asked me a question. I think a lot of people were scared of me in high school. Well, the ones that noticed me at all anyway.
It really doesn't bother me anymore, being invisible. I know that I'm not as outgoing or social as other people and that's fine. I'm shy and quiet. Especially around people I don't know. But, I am who I am. Love me or hate me for it. If college has taught me one thing, it's learning to accept myself for who I am and don't try to change that to please other people.

More Random Thoughts

Do you want to know what sucks? When one of your best friends is hurting. What hurts more is when you know that you are the one who is causing their hurt. What hurts the most: when you can't help them because it will just make things worse.
Two more weeks until I am COMPLETELY done with fall semester. Just a few days after that my Texas family is coming!!! It's hard to know which one I'm more excited for. I just wish a few certain people from North Dakota would make the trip down as well. Oh well- can't have everything right?
P.S. Tangled is an extremely good movie. I teared up in a few places and the animation was completely lovely. It's a definite buy once it comes out on DVD.
I almost missed my Medals Exams for my Ballroom class. We were supposed to be there around 7:55 to be completely ready to dance. Too bad I forgot to set my alarm and woke up at 8:07 instead. It was a great start to my day. Luckily I was able to squeeze in at the very end . . .
Don't worry. Just a few more days until you all don't have to deal with my posts anymore.

A Few Weird Moments

Jack frost has been nipping at more than noses lately. It's been 20 degrees or less lately and I'm still seeing people on campus in shorts and a t-shirt. The funny thing is, is that they are the people from California, Hawaii, or other Southern, warm places. It's like they think if they wear warm things, they'll be considered wimpy. I was born and raised in Utah, so you'd think I would be used to the cold, but I still think people like that are insane. Yes, I have accepted the cold and the snow, but that doesn't mean I'm going to strut around campus in flip flops . . . well, okay, I actually have worn flip flops in the winter before so that wasn't a good example, but you get my drift.
I also saw a girl, who instead of wearing a bow or some other normal hair adornment, she wore a fake birds nest with 2 plastic eggs in it. I'm still trying to figure that one out . . . really interesting.
In Stats we normally take an iClicker quiz in class to calculate our attendance. The quiz today was what is the professor's favorite catch phrase to use. The choices were: I can take you, What's your (golf) handicap, Skip this, Do you understand what I'm saying, and You don't need to know this. There was no right answer.
The guy next to me in the basement of the HBLL snored louder than my dad. Shocking, I know. I didn't think that was humanly possible.

Hmmm Christmas!!!

I'm in a Christmas mood. Hardcore. So here is my list for the essential Christmas movies:
1. Elf. It never gets old!
2. A Christmas Story. Another classic.
3. Home Alone. The first one is the best.
4. Claymation Christmas. If you've never seen it- get it.
5. Santa Clause. Tim Allen. 'Nuff said.
6. White Christmas. Love it!
7. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. A childhood classic.
8. Frosty the Snowman. Again, a childhood classic.
9. The Forgotten Carols. I know it's not really a movie. But you should watch it anyway.
10. I'll Be Home for Christmas. It's funny. It's cute.

11-29-10

So I just listened to the Christmas Song and I think I need to include that on my list for yesterday's post. So I'll honor it today by posting the lyrics:

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping on your nose,
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe,
Help to make the season bright.
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow,
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

They know that Santa's on his way;
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh.
And every mother's child is going to spy,
To see if reindeer really know how to fly.

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To kids from one to ninety-two,
Although its been said many times, many ways,
A very Merry Christmas to you

11-28-10

Favorite Christmas Songs:
1. O Holy Night
2. Angels We Have Heard On High
3. Sleigh Ride
4. Rockin Around the Christmas Tree
5. Homeless
6. White Christmas
7. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
8. I'll Be Home For Christmas
9. Silent Night
10.Jingle Bell Rock

11-27-10

Oh my Cougars . . . you have failed me. Yes, I still love you, but now I have to endure another year of undeserving, smug Utah fans. You played a good game . . . I just wish you hadn't pulled those ridiculously stupid moves that pretty much cost you the game. I agree that the ref who called the fumble when you were down should be strung up, but it's too late to fix that. I guess we'll just have to show them next year . . .

P.S. You made me late to work who called on my drive halfway there to tell me I didn't need to come in. Thanks.

11-26-10

I missed a few days on the journal entries. It's been a crazy past couple days. Monday I was extremely ornery, Tuesday I almost died on my way home from the blizzard, Wednesday I . . . got lazy and didn't do anything but watch TV, and yesterday I stuffed my face. Time to start working out again? I think so . . .
Last night at 9:30 I took a shift at the Park City Aero for Black Friday. I worked until 5 am and took off for the University Mall to work another 8 hour shift. It was absolute death. Needless to say, my parents drove me so that I could sleep as much as possible. A few times at University, my manager called us together to tell us she needed to send some people home because they couldn't afford all the employees that day. She would just look at me with a sad expression at my zombie expression and say 'I'm sorry, but I just can't send you home.' Punished for being good at my job? That's a new one. Eventually, she took pity on me and sent me home a few hours early . . . luckily. I've spent the rest of the day sleeping. I love to sleep.

11-22-10

I had a paper due today. Hil and I stayed up all night to make sure the paper was done right. Literally, I got no sleep. So, I don't feel like writing anything today, but I do feel it necessary to apologize to those that suffered through my biting sarcasm.

11-21-10

I love my family. I got to spend the day celebrating my birthday with Lacey, Clint, Kathie, Cole, Anara, Mom, Dad, and Laurie and Jessica Hirzel. I wish our whole family could have been there, but I guess I'm used to a lot of them being gone. Plus, I have to remember that I'll be seeing them all in a few weeks anyway, (minus Matt and Haylie). Oh well.
The gifts I got this year:
From Mom and Dad: A guitar case, capo, and a couple of shirts.
Lacey: A purse, jewelery, and some scentsy wax.
Clint and family: 20 bucks. Big surprise ;D haha.
Troy and family: A stuffed Princess Tiana frog to match my Prince Naveen.
Hilary: Graffiti hat.
Lindsay(s): Truffles and the Deal or No Deal game.
Jeff: The Princess Bride, Peanut M&Ms, colored pencils, and a Spongebob coloring book.
Jamie: An SUU blanket.
Kelsie: Earrings and a scarf.

Thanks all for the gifts! Loved them all!

On my birthday . . . 11-20-10

Holy smokes. I’m 20. No longer a teenager . . . how weird is that?
At 11:40 the night before, one of my guy friends wanted to take me to a pool to jump in with all our clothes on, you know, just to do some last-minute teenager things before it was officially my birthday. I was down for it . . . until I went outside and felt how cold it was.
I think my favorite gift from my friends was the graffiti hat Hil got me. I haven’t technically got it yet because she ordered it online. But, she showed me the picture and I’m super excited. I also really enjoyed the Spongebob coloring book my friend Jeff got for me. 20 years old and still young enough to color! It de-stresses me.

UGH I'M LIKE THE CRYPT KEEPER!

Went to HP last night. It was amazing. Pretty dark, but I loved it. I didn't really have any complaints this time, but that's probably because I didn't read the 7th book right before I watched the movie to compare. And it was friggin hilarious to sit next to Lacey. Whenever a creepy part would come she kept turning to me, 'What's going to happen? Is it gonna scare me? SHALESE JUST TELL ME WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!!' Heeheehee.

It's my last night as a teenager tonight. I don't really know how I feel about that. Still. I mean, it's cool I'm getting older and I won't be subject to teenager jokes anymore. But, I'm OLD, (like the way Jamie Lee Curtis says it). The next thing I'll know, I'll be white-haired and arthritic, racing other grandmas down the hallway of the nursing home. That's a happy thought . . .

I Heart Muggles

Staying up late again to study for a stupid test. But, it's all ok because I got to see HARRY POTTER and the DEATHLY HALLOWS pt1 tonight before midnight baby! And yes, it was pretty much amazing. I mean, I was never one for the HP movies because I'm a big believer in the books and the movies never ever get it right. But, this movie was awesome and I loved it and I can't believe I have to wait another stinking year to see the last bit. Yes, I know, I've read the books and I know what happens, but I gotta see how they do it!
I don't understand those people out there who refuse to read the books. Those people also happen to think that people like me are uber nerds. Hey, I grew up on these books. I introduced them to my family and turned them into HP lovers too. And yes, I am going to make a shirt that says I <3 snogging because I'm awesome like that. Deal with it.

the jsb smells like vomit . . .

I feel like a narcissist writing blog entries every day. It's like I think my life is super important and exciting, so I put it out there for everyone to read so that they know how awesome I am. Except for the fact that I'm going to see Harry Potter 7 tomorrow, my life has no exciting-ness to it. Needless to say, I will be more than relieved when I don't have to do journal entries for my class anymore.
Right now, I'm super stressed about school. Mostly. I have a crap-load of tests, quizzes, and other ginormous projects to accomplish just within the last two days of this week. And what am I doing right now instead of studying STATS or writing my Art History paper? Rambling about myself. I'm so awesome.
Yes, I realize I have been such a Debbie Downer lately. I'm sorry for that. Maybe it's the cold . . . except I like winter and don't really mind the cold. Maybe it's the fact that for the past week the JSB has smelled like vomit. Or maybe it's even that I'm growing up and I'm subconsciously trying to avoid that since grown-ups are so boring . . . that's probably it.

Peter Pan, where are you?

So it's my last week of being a teenager. Crazy, I know. I'm not sure how I really feel about it. I mean, I'll love it when my family can't dig at me because I'm not a teenager anymore, but that also means that I have to grow up even more and make grown up decisions. I haven't been doing very good at that lately. . .
It's crazy thinking that I only really have one major decision left to make. Who to marry? You have no idea how much that terrifies me. I'm just a little kid and the next major step in my life is to get married?! Where did my childhood go? I want to go back to the days when I could play Lion King or watch the Parent Trap all day with Jill. I didn't used to have to worry about work, paying for rent, or how to turn that really creepy guy in my class down. I didn't track my days by when my assignments are due or when I have to take a test. If I accidentally slept in, I could always count on Mom to wake me up and get me to school. I could dance whenever I wanted.
Blast growing up!

Today

Will you sing with me?
I'm just singing in the rain.
I've craved it all day . . .

I found my yellow umbrella and finally got to use it today. I've had the urge to watch Singing In the Rain all day long. That might be due to the fact that my friend has never seen it and I need to de-virginize him or it might be because I listened to Moses on my way to class this morning. Either way, it's one of the greatest musicals ever and if you've never seen it . . . you need to de-virginize yourself too.

Sunday

Baby girl Pete was born last night!!! My sister-in-law had to go through a rough C-section to get her out and baby girl had to spend a few hours in the NICU for breathing problems, but she's perfectly healthy and beautiful now.

Big brother wasn't too sure about her. He still thought she was hiding in mommy's belly or under the sheets, but I think they are going to be best friends. She'll have him wrapped around her little finger just like she already has her daddy.

Saturday

This weekend I competed in DanceSport, a ballroom competition for all of the BYU ballroom classes, high schools, and professionals. I competed in the beginning level of Quickstep on Friday and Waltz on Saturday. We kicked some serious trash on Friday. My partner and I made it to the quarterfinals and were the only couple in our class to make it that far. We didn't fare as well today. Granted we competed up a level, but my partner was seriously disappointed. You'd think that since I'm the dancer, I'd be more mad about it than him, but I was proud of us. I went back later than night to watch the professionals compete and it was seriously one of the coolest things I've ever seen. I mean, I've watched Dancing With the Stars with my parents all the time, but it's so much better watching it live. It also made me really miss competing and dancing seriously. My beginner level classes here are just not cutting it. I know I sound like a broken record and I need to stop complaining . . .

Friday

Today is THE day! My two bestest best friends in the whole wide world are coming to visit me today. I have been looking forward to this day since Jamie's wedding. We started a tradition that since Kelsie is going to USU, Jamie to SUU, and me at BYU, we would get together annually to celebrate each other's birthdays. Last year was the first year and we went to see So You Think You Can Dance on tour and then spent the rest of the weekend at my apartment. This year, we're going out to eat, watch HumorU, (BYU stand-up comedy) and of course exchange gifts.
There is this guy who is kind of the main guy for HumorU. His name is Stephen Jones and I'm going to marry him someday. Okay, I'll settle for a date. Actually, I'd be happy if he just said Hi to me . . . I'd even take him over Cosmo and that is saying something. He did this commercial for the HBLL as a spoof off of the Old Spice commercial. Watch it. Love it. (Click there).

Filter-less

Thursdays are my easy days. I woke up at 6:30 and my day seems to be going on forever. Between tests, school projects, work, and current life issues, I am absolutely exhausted. So, why is it that I'm staring at this blinding computer screen while my roommate is blissfully unconscious? I have no reply to that question.
I have All Star by Smash Mouth stuck in my head. Don't ask why. Also, Pieces of Me by Ashley Simpson is flitting through my thoughts every once and a while. It's kind of embarrassing. And annoying. And, they're playing 25% Christmas music on the CD at work. Plus, the mall and campus are already sporting Christmas lights and gargantuan tree ornaments. Why? Because they all want to annoy me.
I need to go to bed. My filter turns off after 9:30 . . .

Put Your Hands Up!

I had some profound observation about the students on campus today, but all I can think of is the annoying couple in my Marriage and Family class. If you think you've seen a PDA king and queen, you are extremely mistaken. Nobody can top those two. Yes, okay, it's a little cute at how in-love they are. Obviously, they are still in their honeymoon stage of their marriage, but do they have to rub it in all of the single people's faces?
I've been in relationships, (not many) and I will admit that I haven't been the most discreet about it in public. But, hey, I had my man and I was happy. I didn't care what people thought. Granted, we wouldn't makeout in the middle of class, but we would hold hands and whatnot. There is a line between acceptable PDA and OFTLPGARA! Or, Oh-For-The-Love-Please-Get-A-Room-Already! And, trust me, those two have crossed it and are in China by now.

can't get it out of my head . . .

I tried to think of what to write for today. Nothing comes to mind. The only thing floating around inside my brain is this song and I absolutely cannot get it out of my head. I really don't know why . . . well maybe I do.

Something always brings me back to you
It never takes too long
No matter what I say or do
I still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone

You hold me without touch
You keep me without chains
I never wanted anything so much
Than to drown in your love and not feel your rain

Set me free, leave me be
I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am and I stand so tall
I'm just the way I'm supposed to be
But you're on to me and all over me

You loved me 'cause I'm fragile
When I thought that I was strong
But you touch me for a little while
And all my fragile strength is gone

Set me free, leave me be
I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am and I stand so tall
I'm just the way I'm supposed to be
But you're on to me and all over me

I live here on my knees
As I try to make you see
That you're everything I think I need
Here on the ground

But you're neither friend nor foe
Though I can't seem to let you go
The one thing that I still know
Is that you're keeping me down
You're keeping me down

You're on to me, on to me and all over
Something always brings me back to you
It never takes too long

Haiku

There's rain in my boots.
Hey baby it's cold outside.
I wish for my coat.

Yup that's my Haiku for the day. It took a long time to create because my brain is frozen from the cold and from taking a 2 hour long essay test. I hate Mondays.

When I Grow Up . . . I Don't Want To Grow Up!

I paid my rent today. I saw what all the charges were for and saw that I was paying 10 bucks a month for internet services that the apartment complex provides. I see a problem. For the past 2 days I haven't been able to get on the internet because the complex's internet was down. I missed an assignment and a quiz, not to mention doing my daily journal entry. Needless to say I'm not too happy about having to pay for something I only get once and a while.
Grrr sometimes college is so frustrating! Why do we all rush to grow up? Yes, there are more freedoms and playing Lion King in the backyard with your friends can only be fun for so long. But, growing up also brings more responsibilities . . . the not-fun ones like paying for bills, working, and cooking. Oh, and don't let me forget about the other-people-ripping-you-off-and-robbing-you-blind thing. That's a fun one.
Sometimes I really wish that I could go back to the elementary school days where the only thing you had to worry about was running away from the boys because they were trying to tie you to the big-toy and kiss you. Fun times. But, then again, I wouldn't be at BYU, (the greatest place on Earth) I wouldn't have the friends that I do, and I wouldn't have ever discovered myself. I guess I should just be grateful for what I've been given and stop complaining.

Bye, See Ya!

Today I went to see my mom, sister-in-law, and nephew while my dad and brother went shooting. I don't really have class on Thursdays so I spent most of the day with them. It's always interesting when I got to visit my brother's family. My nephew has this little thing . . . well, he doesn't like me very much. He's 2 years old, and I think he thinks my infrequent visits are offensive. I really should go visit more . . .
Anyway, my nephew normally gives me the cold shoulder. Especially when Aunt Lacey is around. I've gotten used to it at this point, I think. Today, however, was different. He played with me, would actually be in the same room, (sometimes alone) with me, and he would even answer some of my questions that I'd ask him. He still flinched when I went to give him 'snugs' goodbye, but a girl can't ask for too much right?
The entire time I was there he called me Lacey . . . but, as long as that means he likes me, he can call me Lacey all he wants! :)

Mystery Meat

I tried Spam for the first time today. Was it an experience that I looked forward to my whole life? Not particularly. You see, in Creative Writing, we've started the section on poetry. My teacher brings up the fact that some university or other had a Spam Haiku contest thing. There were hundreds of entries. Well, she happens to be a connoisseur of the how to prepare Mousubi, a Hawaiian food that entails spam buried in rice, surrounded by lettuce or seaweed or some green-brown thing. She said that if we came to class with a spam Haiku, we could partake of this amazing meal. I've never had spam, (that I know of) and so I was curious. I made my Haiku, brought it to class, and got my Mousubi. It smelled funny. And I'm a pretty picky eater. In my defense, I'm so much less picky now than I was as a little kid, but still . . .
So I carried this little green-brown mystery Spam around with me for an hour and a half before I finally got brave and nibbled off a piece. Okay, it wasn't bad. It was actually decent. But, the smell was so much more potent with the saran wrap off and that deterred me a little. In fact, I couldn't even finish it because the smell overtook my taste buds. I've decided that I think I'm okay with eating real ham or whatever meat spam is imitating. But, aren't you proud of me for being brave?!

Ode to Lunchables

I love Lunchables! I don't know if it's the irresistable taste of the ham- (water added) or just the memory of field trips in elementary school that does it for me. . . But, they are cheap, quick, and taste great with Tang! One annoying little downside to Lunchables is how they get stuck at the roof of your mouth. The cheese can really get in there. However, one of my roommates kindly pointed out that if you put the ham on top of the cheese, it will act as a buffer between the roof of your mouth and the cheese. Thus, preventing the annoying cementation to your mouth. BONUS!
Since we're doing poetry in Creative Writing for the next couple of weeks, I thought I'd write a Haiku in honor of the amazing Lunchable.

Ham and Swiss on wheat.
CapriSun and candy too.
Makes field trips more fun.

Amazing, isn't it? Can you tell I have nothing else to write about?!?

Saturday

HALLOWEEN!!!! Something wicked this way comes!
I absolutely love Halloween! No matter how old I get, I will never lose the giddy, childlike feeling of excitement when Halloween time comes. Despite the fact that I have to work until 10, I'm super excited for tonight. Although, I don't know how it will be able to top last year's Spice Girls costumes . . .
Hilary and I decided to be the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles this year. We enlisted our roommate Lindsay Bragg and our friend Jeff to complete the set. Our costumes are 100% unique and homemade, (despite the fact that we bought the shirts and pants and things at Walmart). Anyway, we are planning on partying it up at the Brick Oven which is where Hilary works and then going to hang out with some of our friends until the morning light.
I LOVE HALLOWEEN!!!

Sunday

Welp. I didn't get into the Dance Ed major. It didn't come as a real big shock. I mean, I got a callback, which was good because they could have just said, 'Sianara, you stink!' So, I got to dance my solo one more time, (and I kicked trash) but in the end it just didn't cut it. That wasn't the path in life that I was supposed to take, no matter how much I wanted it. I'm happy with my performance, (minus the major screw-ups in Ballet and the Adagio) and I'm not sulking over the fact that my dream just got shut down.
Because I'm technically a Junior, (almost a Senior) I got to register for classes like, 2 days ago. I registered for all dance classes, hoping that I'd be in the major. So, I had to get on and finally pick a major to stick to. After much debate and deliberation, I have decided to get a degree in Family Studies emphasizing Human Development. While many would scoff at this idea and tell me I was only going to school to get my MRS degree, you will be happy to note that not only will I make an amazing mommy some day, but that I'll also get to counsel or volunteer for a disability-type center. So, for all of you out there who were laughing at me, stick that in your juice box and suck it!

Friday

I. Cannot. Move. This morning I woke up at 6:30 am to prepare for the Dance Ed auditions at 8. I danced for 6 1/2 hours. I think the last 5 hours my muscles were cold. And, as luck would have it, right as I walked in the door, work called to ask if I could come within 30 minutes for a random shift. Desperate for the money, I agreed. I started to regret my decision 15 minutes into the shift, however, as my feet began to swell. Cutting them off would have relieved the pain significantly.
How did I do it in high school? How did I spend 2+ hours in the morning, 3 1/3 hours after school for work, and then another 2 hours after work dancing? I'm starting to feel like an old woman. Staying up past midnight means there's no way in heck I'm getting up on time for class the next morning. My body must be deteriorating quickly, because last year I rarely went to sleep before 2 am. I'm losing my night-owl-ness and becoming more like Dad. Pretty soon I'll be going to sleep at 9:30 and considering waking up at 7 am sleeping in.

Last Thursday

I'm seriously running out of things to write about. It's hard to post events that happen to me every day because, let's face it, my life isn't THAT interesting. I'm a Mormon in Utah, who attends BYU. WHOA, step back! I don't have that many observations either. I focus on school, walking home, and sleeping. I don't even have time to think about eating. I'm running out of creativity at this point, as well. I've hit the peak in my learning ability for the semester. I just can't cram anymore information in there. There. Is. No. More. Room. The end of the semester can't come fast enough. Sometimes I wonder why I have to be so stubborn. Why do I have to be so academically driven? Why do I have to accomplish as much as I possibly can in the shortest amount of time? Why do I try to be a superhuman when it's impossible? Why do I have to be so nice sometimes? Sometimes, I think I just like to stress. I love the feeling of my heart dropping into my gut when I realized I've overbooked myself or I had an assignment due an hour ago. I crave the excitement, I think.
Heaven help me . . .

Today's

So I've been slacking on my posts. I'm sorry for that. The internet at my apartment has been completely ridiculous as students are getting on every night to sign up for classes and jam up the internet. But, don't worry. I've camped out in the library for the past few hours to catch up on homework.
I'm starting to love Mondays. Yes, it is an extremely long day, filled with classes that I only partly stay awake in. Note to everyone: DO NOT take a 2 1/2 hour class on a Monday. Or any day for that matter. It's utterly . . . crappy. There's just no other word for it. Anyway, I'm getting spoiled. Monday is the day of emails and Castle. Also, every Monday is just that much closer to my birthday, Christmas Break, and the New Year. While there are more negative aspects to Mondays, the little positives outweigh them.
P.S. You really should start watching Castle. It is HI-larious. So much better than any other crime show. LOVE IT!

Swiper, No Swiping!

I am so far from perfect, it's not even funny. In D&C we've been learning about the Laws of Retaliation and Forgiveness. What a coincidence that we're learning that right when my stuff gets stolen . . . again. Okay, so I've gotten over the last time my stuff got stolen. I mean, I'm a little sad still, since there was a lot of sentimental value to those items, but I don't want to beat the people anymore. However, now that I'm struggling financially and in many other ways, and the person who most likely stole my money knows that, I have a hard time forgiving and not retaliating. I can't even imagine how hard it must have been for the early saints to forgive their persecutors.
What do you do? How would you handle the situation? It's not like I can accuse this person of doing it because I'm not 100% sure and that's an awful thing to accuse someone of. But, if I can't confront this person about it, how do I know I can trust them and trust that my stuff is safe ever again? It's not exactly hard to break into my room after all. What do I do? What should I say?
Help!

Corney Boys are Cute

I heard this song a few months ago and absolutely fell in love with it. I wish all guys had the same thoughts about their girl. Guys, if you want to get a girl, sing her this song and she's yours!

Oh her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they’re not shining
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying

She’s so beautiful
And I tell her every day

Yeah I know, I know
When I compliment her
She wont believe me
And its so, its so
Sad to think she don’t see what I see

But every time she asks me do I look okay
I say
courtesy OriginaLyric.Info
When I see your face
There’s not a thing that I would change
Cause you’re amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you’re amazing
Just the way you are

Her nails, her nails
I could kiss them all day if she’d let me
Her laugh, her laugh
She hates but I think its so sexy

She’s so beautiful

And I tell her every day

Oh you know, you know, you know
Id never ask you to change
If perfect is what you’re searching for
Then just stay the same

So don’t even bother asking
If you look okay
You know I say

When I see your face
There’s not a thing that I would change
Cause you’re amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you’re amazing
Just the way you are

The way you are
The way you are
Girl you’re amazing
Just the way you are

When I see your face
There’s not a thing that I would change
Cause you’re amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you’re amazing
Just the way you are

Boo . . . Continued

I had an absolute blast last night. At least 4 cars worth of people went to Salt Lake to go through the Nightmare on 13th house. Hilary's brother put it all together and she was adamant that I had to go. No questions about it. Of course, she knew I was a freak out and tended to overreact to scary things like this. So, she made me invite a boy to be my 'protector' for the night. I asked one of my FHE brothers to come and he agreed, but I think only reluctantly. All throughout the house I had a death grip on his hand and I don't think he was down for that, being a somewhat, recent RM. Oh well. I warned him.
The haunted house was extremely long and smelled really rank. I guess that was on purpose? The only things that really freaked me out were the pitch-black sections, the claustrophobic places, and the creeps that lunged out from the dark abyss. A lady told my FHE brother that if you were smart, it would take you about an hour to get through the house and I think we hit that quota. We were fast and smart, (only ran into a few walls and mirrors) but it was a long haunted house.
No matter how scary or awful the house could have been, it all would have been worth it to see Hilary come walking out with her hair sticking in every direction, pasty white skin, and a look in her eyes that said she had seen things that would haunt her for the rest of her life!

Boo . . .

I love Halloween, but I hate scary things. I CANNOT sit through a scary movie without the blanket over my head and I most definitely CANNOT deal with haunted houses. They make me want to cry. Yes, I agree with you that it's all fake and what is there to really by afraid of, quit being such a baby! But, you know what? There's that little thing inside my brain that turns off all rational thought when I get scared. I don't care if it's not real. It's still freaking scary!
With that big rape story that happened over the Summer, I can't tell you how many times people have warned me to be careful. Especially since I live South of campus. They've practically beat it into me. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I now have mace on my keychain and I'm rearing to use it, but I have been so on edge lately. I can remember at least 2 distinct times when I've jumped 5 feet in the air and started to run in a serpentine pattern just because a runner came up in my peripheral vision.
Have I made myself found pathetic yet?

Things I DON'T want to write about:

My audition in a week.
How far away February is.
The fact that my apartment is FREEZING.
I'm craving hot apple cider and caramel apples.
My work gives me crappy shifts: a.k.a. Halloween.
The hole on my heel.
We have too many cookies in the apartment.
I have to go to ballroom on Tuesday.
What to get people for Christmas.
I've lost my All-sports pass.
I need to start my Art History paper
Thanksgiving is so far away.
I won't be a teenager anymore.
It's almost Monday.

Shaleseology

***********FOODOLOGY***************

What is your salad dressing of choice?
Thousand Island

What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?
APPLEBEES!!!

What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?
Brownies...

What are your pizza toppings of choice?
Cheese and olives

What do you like to put on your toast?
Sugar and cinnamon baby

Favorite drink?
Dr. Pepper

*TECHNOLOGY***************

How many televisions are in your house?
3. One is my parents. then dad goes on the one downstairs and mom and i are upstairs.

What color cell phone do you have?
Black

Do you own a digital camera?
Yup. kinda wish i had a new one...but it works

***************BIOLOGY******************

Are you right-handed or left-handed?
lefty baby!!!

Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
uh... do staples count?

What is the last heavy item you lifted?
hmmmm...my back pack. seriously.

Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
I might have....but I don't remember for sure. so probably.

************BULLCRAPOLOGY**************

If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
I'm not going to die. I'm going to live forever

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
princess consuela bananahamock :D

Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?
dunno. prob not because I'm a baby.

************DUMBOLOGY******************

How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
not enough. I love them.

Last time you had a run-in with the cops?
ummm . . . last April, I believe.

Last person you talked to?
my madre and padre

Last person you hugged?
Jeff

**************FAVORITOLOGY****************

Season?
spring. if Utah actually had one

Holiday?
my birthday ;D

Day of the week?
Friday. time to party.

Month?
November/May

Activity?
dancing and sleeping

***********CURRENTOLOGY*****************

Missing someone?
sadly yes... I'm sure everyone knows who...

Mood?
tired. I've been walking all day.

What are you listening to?
the construction workers outside my apartment.

Watching?
the computer screen

praying for?
someone to be safe out there and me being able to get through the last bit of school :/

What kind of car do you drive?
Toyota Corolla

***************RANDOMOLOGY*****************

First place you went this morning?
bathroom. . . . just kidding! Stats class

What's the last movie you saw?
Couples Retreat . . . I really shouldn't have.

Do you smile often?
you betcha

Sleeping Alone Tonight?
always do

***************OTHER-OLOGY*****************

Do you always answer your phone?
most of the time yeah.

Its four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it?
it used to be that UVU guy . . . but he thinks he's too good for me now.

If you could change your eye color what would it be?
bright green. although I love my eyes.

What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic?
vanilla to my Dr. Pepper baby

Have you ever had a pet fish?
yup. crappy little buggers

Favorite Christmas song(s)
have yourself a merry little christmas, oh holy night, I cried the day that I take the tree down, rockin around the christmas tree...and the list goes on and on

What's on your wish list for your birthday?
a big fat letter, and some good home cookin

Can you do push ups?
uhhhh I have no upper body strength

Can you do a chin up?
not likely

Does the future make you more nervous or excited?
excited baby!

Do you have any saved texts?
I used to have ones from Elder Dearden on my old phone :D

Ever been in a car wreck?
kinda I guess

Do you have an accent?
not that I know of

What is the last song to make you cry?
I always cried during concrete angel. but I haven't heard that in a while

Plans tonight?
sleep

Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?
um yeah...

Name 3 things you bought yesterday.
food.

Have you ever been given roses?
yeah. not for any romantic reasons though...sadly

Current worry?
too many to count

Current hate right now?
work

Met someone who changed your life?
you betcha

How did you bring in the New Year?
listening to Jamie talk to Spencer

What song represents you?
uhhhhh not sure. lots I guess.

Name three people who might complete this?
no idea

Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
no thank you. i hated middle school and i'm getting sick of high school. nope i'm ready for the future thank you. i don't dwell in the past

Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?
yup.

Do you have any tattoos/piercings?
ears. one pair. my body is a temple thank you

Will you be in a relationship 4 months from now?
does a missionary count?

Does anyone love you?
um YEAH

Ever had someone sing to you?
hahaha ya.

When did you last cry?
uh...during conference I teared up a little bit


Do you like to cuddle?
can't sleep without it

Have you held hands with anyone today?
:( no.....

What kind of music did you listen to in elementary school?
i can't remember that far back. prob FM 100

Are most of the friends in your life new or old?
new. I'm at BYU. it's the ultimate scene for social networking.

Do you like pulpy orange juice?
mmm it's the only way to drink it

What is something your friends make fun of you for?
the fact that i'm a dancer and i can't walk across a flat surface...

Timeout

I really am not in the mood to write anything today. I keep racking my brain, but I've got too much on my mind to think about what I should write on my blog. I really have no desire to do anything concerning school, and yet, school doesn't care. In fact, just because I just said that, school is going to slam me down with another giant obstacle to overcome. I'm tired. I've been trying to make things work for so long. It feels like my body can't go on any longer. When will life give me a hiatus? Thanksgiving is too far away and Christmas is years away. Why doesn't BYU believe in giving breaks. We're not machines. I'm just so tired.

Even More Discoveries

Why can't being healthy be easy? I mean, it's hard enough that I can't even afford healthy food right now, let alone food. But, also exercising is sucks and unhealthy food tastes SO GOOD! It was WAY too easy for me to come home from my torturous run and shovel down fries with a cheeseburger and a Dr. Pepper.
And running should be illegal. I absolutely abhor running! It took so much will power for me to get up and run for just 30 minutes. My philosophy: let's don't and say we did! Maybe, if we say we went running a lot, our bodies will eventually believe our minds and start losing fat. Mind over matter right? Maybe I should write a book about that. I could make a lot of money I think.
When I get my body back in the 2nd coming, I hope it's in shape . . .

Love Kills

I hate PDA couples. I really should have factored that in when I decided to go to BYU. Yes, it always seems like everyone is in love, except for me, and everyone had to rub it in my face. (And for all of you smart aleks out there, I was SO not as bad as this when I was in high school). I try to accept the fact that BYU is just full of happily married, or soon-to-be-married couples and I'll get there eventually. I try and overlook the fact that the PDA king and queen always sit in front of me in that one class. I try and be supportive of love and all of the happy feelings that go with it. I try and then something like this happens . . .
I was booking it on my way to my third class. It just happens to be on the opposite side of campus from my second class. I have my little shortcuts and tricks to shave seconds off my time, but I still end up in class just barely in time. Naturally, it was a Monday, so I'm already in a sour mood from having to wake up early and endure a tortuous 12 hour day. I was doing really well at weaving in and out of people and cars, but I've always been good at that. My legs were burning and my heel, I could feel, was bleeding from the massive, gaping hole that I received from my ballroom class. But, the end was near. I had just entered a parking lot right before the building that my class was in. I cut through the numerous mopeds and did my 1st grad teacher proud by looking both ways before I crossed the middle of the lot. I was good. There were cars, but they were stopped in the loading zone to pick up or drop off their loved ones. I looked both ways again before I crossed the last half of the lot and noticed a car slowly making its way towards me. I had time and the car was definitely going slower than I was, so I walked in front of it to get to the door of the building. Stupid idea. I had to practically jump on the sidewalk to avoid that very car who had suddenly sped up to hit me. I looked in the window about to throw the driver an expression that said, "Holy cow dude, you almost killed me!" But the driver didn't see my expression. He was too busy making out with his significant other to notice a pedestrian in front of his car.
Are you kidding me?!?! It's bad enough to cause a traffic jam on campus because you can't separate yourself from your loved one to let people through, but making out and driving at the same time?! If texting while driving is dangerous, what does that make kissing and driving? Dang married people . . .

Costume Ideas?

I have 2 weeks till Halloween and I still have no idea what I should be. I don't even know if I'll have work off . . . My first thought was to be a Native American girl or Esona, since that was our drill team's mascot, but my roommate's really want to all be the same thing. They decided on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Eh. We probably all won't be doing the same thing that day, just like we don't every other day. So, what's the point of being a TMNT when you don't have the other three to back you up? Then, I thought I could just be a ballerina because then I won't have to worry about finding a costume. Eh. I asked mini me Jessie what I should be and she told me to be a really bloody zombie. Hmmm. Maybe. There still isn't an idea that's really jumping out at me. Maybe I'll have an epiphany later this week. Until then, I'm totally up for suggestions!!!

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

1. People playing with my hair
2. People drawing on my back
3. The sound and smell of rain
4. Reading a good book all day long
5. Dancing
6. Singing in my house when no one is there
7. Harmonizing when singing (i love the sound)
8. When it snows--especially on Christmas morning
9. Christmas songs
10. Playing card games with my family
11. Watching musicals
12. Having good, long, meaningful talks
13. Laying over the heater with a blanket on a cold morning (my parents really love that)
14. Decorating my house for Christmas--mostly doing the lights and the tree
15. Crunching the leaves
16. People tickling/massaging my legs. I know...weird, but i actually prefer that over #2. Long story
17. Getting flowers for no reason

Let Me Fall

One of my most favorite things to do during the fall, (or any other time) is to crunch the leaves. It has to do with that weird sound satisfaction thing, like the sound of heels on a cobblestone street. When I see a bunch of dried, multicolored leaves piled up on the grass, screaming JUMP ON ME, I HAVE to run through them and obliterate them beneath my flip flops. This is why I hate the BYU grounds keeping crew . . . well, that and the fact that they put up signs on the grass saying 'I'm trying hard to grow, please don't step on me!' That's just asking for students to walk all over it! But, anyway, the grounds crew cleans up all the stinking leaves, leaving the ground looking like the effects of fall has not yet touched it. They are taking one of the few joys I have during fall season! LET ME WALK ON THE LEAVES DANG IT!

A Few Things I Found Today . . .

1. An actual picture of Orlando Bloom
2. An earring
3. My phone screen protectors
4. All my old year books, elementary included
5. My school dance pictures
6. My 2nd grade yearbook picture on which I had inscribed 'I am special'
7. Derek Siddoway's 3rd grade photo with devil horns and a moustache
8. A thousand pictures of Stephen and I, awkward ones included
9. A purse
10. A pink sparkly key chain with the words HA HA I DON'T GET IT
11. Drill team officer folder
12. A belt
13. A sock
14. Last year's text books

Oh Crap.

Procrastination sucks. Do you want to know why? I found out today that the Dance Education major auditions are 2 1/2 weeks away. YIKES! When I found that out, I about tee-teed in my pants, (as my niece and nephew would say). I'm still flexible . . . well good enough anyway. I mean, it hurts like crud when I stretch out, and it didn't when I was in shape. Anyway, the flexibility is not something I'm worried about. It's the technique. Turns are a bugger when you haven't practiced them. On top of that, BYU is a very competitive place, especially in dance, so I'm scared out of my mind to go up against these amazing dancers who have more training that I ever had, and who have not let their technique go down the toilet.
After I got over the initial shock this morning, I calmed down significantly. I thought back on why I wanted to even audition in the first place. Teaching dance was the only job that I ever loved and it's the only thing I can imagine myself doing in the future, other than being a mommy of course. Auditioning for this major just feels . . . right. It feels like it's the missing puzzle piece to my life. I've been fitting pieces together without looking at the box, and with this piece I will be able to see the big picture. So does that mean that this is where I am supposed to be? Is this what Heavenly Father wants me to do with my time here at BYU?

Cinderelly, Cinderelly

Cleaning checks are like death. They have this reputation among BYU students that they are super strict to the point where hardly anybody passes their checks the first time through. I was petrified last year in the dorms when we were notified of our first checks. I spent hours on my jobs, making sure that the apartment was spotless. My RA came in, looked at the place, called it good, and left. I was slightly disappointed. The same thing happened at my new apartment.
Cinderella and I forged a new connection last night. I was on my hands and knees for hours, scrubbing the grime and mysterious boogers off the baseboards behind the couch. My job was one of the hardest ones, considering the fact that most of our food threw up in the oven and our living room is ginormous. I was up until 1:30 deep cleaning the microwave for crying out loud! And for what? A scary lady who came in, walked around the kitchen and into the bathrooms, but didn't step one foot inside the living room or our bedrooms. Are you kidding me?! Oh, but don't worry. She managed to check the one thing that I accidentally overlooked on my list: the floor underneath the oven. So, I failed, and I have to pay a $5 re-check fee and possibly $30 for a cleaning service to come if I fail again. Lovely. . .

Wouldn't It Be Nice If We Were Younger?

I miss my childhood. It completely sucks growing up! Lately, all my friends and I have been talking about the things we miss about our childhoods and how the tv shows and games kids have now are just pathetic in comparison. . .
1. Boy Meets World. Need I say more?
2. Recess
3. Arthur
4. Puzzle Place
5. Sesame Street (before Bert and Ernie had to move out)
6. Pepper Ann
7. Gargoyles
8. Ghost Writer
9. Scooby Doo
10. Saved By the Bell
11. Hey, Arnold!
12. Even Stephens
And the list goes on and on and on!
I miss those days! I have been craving to watch Boy Meets World for weeks now and I never know when it comes on TV! Blast cable and our old school TVs!

More Self-Discoveries

Last night I was sitting on the couch with a guy I only really know through texting. We were watching the Italian Job with my roommates and Aaron Beenfield. This guy, we'll call him Moe, kept up a habit of poking me and pestering me all night long, and I kicked and smacked and fought back, like I normally do. Finally, about and hour into the movie, I turned to him and demanded to know why he was being such a punk. He replied that he thought it was funny the way I reacted. I have been told this on several different occasions and couldn't figure out why everybody always noticed this. He went on to ask me if I had any older brothers. I told him yes, but that they were a heck of a lot older than I am. He said, "I can tell. Most girls who have brothers who've constantly teased and pestered them have a 'fight back' attitude."
Ohhhhhhh! I finally get it! People, guys in particular, have always commented on the fact that I'm very abusive, (in a very non-threatening way). It was something that I was always self-conscious about and tried to control better. But whenever I had someone pestering me, I would always find myself fighting back and I couldn't figure out why. Now I get it! Thanks brothers for keeping me feisty!

Adventures

I had a nightmare last night. Or early this morning. It was an extremely odd nightmare. Looking back on it, I don't really see why it was so frightening, I only remember the feeling I had during it.
There was a big white castle, the kind that you see on Disney princess movies. It was a pristine white that glittered when the sun hit the towers just right. The castle was nestled into a spring green mountain side, and the light that filtered the air gave the feeling that it was mid-May. I had the feeling that something terrible was looming ahead. The panic in my own heart was mirrored in the nameless character's faces. The only thing I knew was that the people of the castle's village were in terrible danger and we, (meaning myself and just a handful of other nameless characters) needed to get the people to the shelter of the pristine castle.
To top off the feeling of the dream, my subconscious had to add the knowledge that Elder Dearden was serving his mission at that very castle. I knew which tower he was in, and the fact that we were in the same place was killing me. I found myself at the front door of the castle and soon enough, Elder D and his companion came walking out. It was strange because they were no longer dressed in the traditional black and white missionary garb, but rather in jeans and a t-shirt. In fact, the t-shirt he was wearing was one of the many shirts that I spent a long time folding last night at my job. Needless to say, I was speechless at the sight of him. It was against the rules for him to even look at me and I had so much that I wanted to say to him. My mind ruled over my heart, however, and I quickly put as much distance between us as I could. He followed me. He was testing my will-power and it was on it's last, worn thread. I remember I finally asked him a question, and instead of addressing me, he answered my question to the friend standing next to me. I was hurt and felt rejected, even though I knew he couldn't look at me, let alone talk to me. But, we were in danger and we could die! Did that mean nothing to him?!
My dream catapulted forward in time. The people of the castle's village were securely in the confines of the castle and those of us who could fight were braced for an attack. The enemy was slowly advancing. It was an army of X-Men with that guy who could manipulate metal as the leader. He pulled apart the hidden shelter that shielded the people of the village and exposed them. I felt a loss of hope and knew I would never be able to make it out a live. As soon as those thoughts sprinted across my mind, a light bulb turned on. I was an X-Man too and I could fight back!
Are you on the edge of your seat? I was too. Then, as most cheesy stories and dreams end, I woke up to my roommate's alarm clock.

25 Random Facts About Me!

1. I wrote this note already and got to number 21 before my internet did something funky and erased everything i had. which makes me livid because i had some good stuff!

2. I can move one eyeball. I also can move one eyebrow up. On each side.

3. My bestest friend in the whole wide world is Jamie Wayment and she has been since 6th grade all because i found out we had the exact same shedule and i gave her a high five for it and yeah...

4. I want more than anything in the world to fly. I idolize peter pan for that talent...

5. I can quote the entire Pirates of the Caribbean movie. no really.

6. I have almost OCD. I subconciously count how many steps i take when i walk from one class to another. I don't realize i do it until i get to my desitnation and i say a random number like 65. I also have to color coordinate and alphabetize things and when i eat things like M&Ms i have to eat them two at a time. if i don't end up having an even number i have to give the leftover M&M to someone else.

7. I have an obsession for James Marsden. he's so freaking gorgeous!

8. My most favorite thing in the world is rain. the sound/smell/feel of it is amazing!

9. I am in love with my cell phone. is that weird? not because i love to text or talk or anything, but because it's sweet! i love it! it's so cute and perfect and i'm completely satisfied with it -other than the fact that i can't see my screen in the sunlight- but still...i love it!

10. I frequently fall asleep with the light on in my bedroom. it's true. i love to read at night and i always fall asleep with a book in my hand or an assignment or something and i always forget to shut off my light. my parents hate it.

11. 'Ain't No Mountain High Enough' by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Tarrell is my jam. seriously. i LOVE that song.

12. I like having my nails done. fake nails do not bother me at all. they don't hinder anything i do and i barely notice that they are there sometimes. but they make me feel pretty and girly and i love to have them on.

13. I have one blonde eyelash. yep. it's the weirdest thing. it's in the corner of my right eye and it grows and grows and grows. it get's sooo long but it falls out a lot. i call it my lucky lash.

14. I have a thing for palm trees.

15. I am an extreme cuddler. I have to fall asleep with something in my arms. it used to be my teddy bear jill but i had to retire her recently because...yeah.

16. I love love love milk duds. they are my absolute favorite candy. (i also have to eat them in twos). if i were to get diagnosed with cancer or something like that, just put me in a room full of milk duds and i will die a very happy death.

17. I hate statistics with a passion.

18. I want to be a writer when i grow up. i'm going to write a best-selling book from the comfort of my own home with my little kids running around and then i will make millions so that i can put my kids throught college and other various things as well as give to charity. including tithing.

20. I love it when people tickle/massage my legs. i like it more than when somone tickles my back. it is the most relaxing thing in the whole world!!!

21. If i could, i would go barefoot everywhere- except public bathrooms because that's just nasty. i love the feeling of being barefoot and i dunno why. so naturally my choice of shoe is a flip flop- it's the closest thing to being barefoot.

22. I hate rice. one summer, i got food poisoning from an enchilada and to this day i cannot eat rice. except for when my mom makes chicken over rice...but that's different.

23. My little blue beast of a car is named Jane- courtesy of Stephen Dearden....my car is a boy not a girl so i think it might be a little gender confused....

24. I love watching Jon and Kate plus 8. it is a very cute show and i just love watching it!!!!

25. I have a bald spot from a scar my sister Haylie gave me. let's just say it involves a wooden swing and staples.

Clock Stoppers

I've been hanging out with his best friend a lot. It's good to have that kind of company again. I don't have to talk about myself or answer any of the interview-type questions that typically are rendered on a first meeting.

Where are you from?

What's your major?

How far are you in school?

Etc, etc, etc.

His best friend knows who I am, therefore, I don't have to explain myself to him. It's a lot more stressful when you have to pretend to be interesting.

Today I spent some time with both of his best friends today. It was like old times, except he wasn't here. He hasn't been for 2 years. I was told the first year goes by slow, but after you get used to them being gone, the next year flies by in a breeze. It is a true statement, however, being around his friends has only made the time slower than cold tar going uphill in the wintertime.

I Put On My Dancin Shoes

Today was another one of those days. I've been having a lot of them recently. I'm just getting over a cold, but, last night I had a major migraine and just had an awful night that included roommates shouting. In my room. With the light blaring through my blanket into my eyes. And when I left the room, they followed me out. So, this morning I DID NOT want to get out of bed. I was trying so hard to think of a good reason, any reason, not to get dressed and make the trek up to campus. I failed.

I went to class and everything was fine. I remembered all of my assignments and it was just a pretty good day. I walked home, however, in the rain, only to discover that I had forgotten to take my keys with me again and my roommates were not home. I was standing in front of my apartment door, soggy and doing the pee dance, waiting for Hilary to get done with her last class.

After I thawed and dried myself out on my couch, (named Cornelius by the way) I realized that I had a dance competition in a few hours. It was just a small one for my ballroom class, but it involved all of the ballroom classes at BYU. I really had no desire to go since my partner, bless his heart, was not a fast learner when it came to dance. But, hey, I'm a dancer and it's in my nature to attend dance competitions whether I want to or not. So I got ready and made my way back up to campus. I was cutting it extremely close, since it started in 10 minutes and my partner was no where to be found. I called. No answer. I called again. No answer. I called about 3 more times and still no answer. The competition was beginning, people had been assigned in heats and were starting their routines. I was supposed to be out on the floor. Needless to say, I was not happy with this guy.

Finally, he calls me back and was confused as to why I was even at the competition. I thought you were sick? I explained to him that I was, indeed, sick the night before, but this competition was required for our class. Oh, well I don't even have my clothes with me. Freak. I hobbled up in my new ballroom shoes to my teacher and explained to him the situation. He then proceeded to cart me around the ballroom, trying to find me a partner. He actually found one that was pretty decent. So we danced and then we went home. I'm trying really hard to be a better person and not be ticked off at this guy, but, I'm a dancer and I am, indeed, ticked.

Grrrr

My dang computer isn't working. Best Buy lost my power cord over the summer when I took my computer to get fixed. They supplied me with a new cord that, guess what? Doesn't work. Well, okay it worked a little if I held it in a certain position and it was a pain in the rear. But now, it won't even connect to my computer and it just overheats. So I have spent the past 3 days without my computer because the battery is dead. I just love technology! To top all that off, I have 4 major tests this week, plus assignments that I have to keep up with. I am currently on my awesome roommate's computer trying to complete as much as I can before she needs it again. Blast dang midterm week!

Self-Discovery

I grew up in an extremely small town. I was involved with a lot of things. I had a lot of leadership responsibilities. I didn't have very many friends. I considered staying at home and watching a movie with my parents acceptable for a Friday night.
I now attend BYU. A small fish in a huge pond. I have a few more friends and I am a completely different person. I'm social . . . ish. I laugh a lot and small-town Shalese is tucked away into a dark, little corner in my mind.
When my two little circles collide, I don't like it much. I'm not fond of my small town life mixing with my college town life. In those two circles, I am two completely different people. It goes along with my OCD tendencies. I like order and when my two different lives mix, it gets confusing and chaos ensues.
It's a hard thing to explain. I just don't like when my past life comes into my present life. I'm dealing with it right now. Of course, I brought it on myself. I encouraged it. I wanted a harmony between the two Shaleses. Now I am thoroughly regretting it. I like how people here don't know everything about me because they grew up with me and therefore, judge me because of my past. I like being able to reinvent myself. I like being able to go home and settle back into my first life. It's like mixing foods on your plate. You don't want your corn to swim in your gravy because it just tastes gross, regardless of the fact that it will all end up in the same place. You don't have taste buds in your stomach anyway.

We Thank Thee, Oh God!

I hate big crowds. Anxiety and claustrophobia start to settle in. I have major personal space issues and I only give a select few people permission to be inside my bubble. But, being in a large gathering of Mormons in an LDS event has a completely different effect on me. I love it. I love the random outbursts of Hymns and the snippets of overheard conversations including Mormon lingo. Most of all, I love the protesters.
Okay, I don't love them. I feel bad for them. Out of all the places to protest, they come to General Conference where devoted, loving Saints have sacrificed a lot to be there. Like these people are going to pay one bit of attention to a man shouting at them that they are all going to the hot place for believing in the Celestial Kingdom. Or even the other guy to had MORMONS ARE NOT CHRISTIANS in big red, ugly letters on his t-shirt. I think I see him every year. There was one guy who dressed up as the devil, reading the Book of Mormon, and thanking everybody for coming out to support him. His was pretty funny. I'll give him props for creativity. He lost a lot in stupidity though . . .
Once we got into the conference center and the doors to the protesters were shut and the sweet silence of the Spirit settled in, I was able to relax. I sat there and pondered on the protesters, trying to figure out what it is exactly that they have against us. Listening to conference, my puzzlement reached new levels of confusion. Everything the speakers had to say was completely positive and uplifting, whether you believed in the Church or not. So why are those people who line the sidewalks shouting that we are all an evil people into megaphones? Have they even tried to listen and learn? Can they not just open their hearts? Maybe that's the problem. They cannot hear.
Are there times when I cannot hear? Or I don't want to listen?

Rnadom Facts

My roommate just told me that the crunchy bits in Figs may or may not be seeds. . .
I have gnats that are multiplying and replenishing my apartment.
A Schmuck is a piece of Anatomy.
I walk up approximately 240 stairs each day.
You CAN actually keep your eyes open while you sneeze.
Brown eyes can take sunlight better than any other color.
Your foot is the same length as your forearm.
Reno has the highest rate of alcoholism while Provo has the lowest. (YEAH! GO COUGS!)
We only use about 10% of our brain. Actually Einstein used 10% . . .
Women have more 'Cones' in their eyes, allowing them to see more color than men.
Some lipsticks use fish scales.
You're not born with knees.
Every baby starts out as female.

Campus Mystery Odor

I knew it was going to be difficult living south of campus rather than across the street. But, there was no way I was going to live in freshmen housing again. Primis? No thanks. So it was a sacrifice I was willing to pay. What's a few more blocks and a thousand more stairs compared to boys who act like girls? I thought it was a fair trade. And I was pretty much right.
I didn't notice it the first few times I walked up the stairs. I must have been distracted by the air shortage in my lungs. Trying not to pass out takes a lot of attention. I remember I smelled it first when we were walking to church. It's BYU, so of course they use every single room for church services. Our building is the MARB. I had my 8 am history class in the Relief Society room and my dreaded Anatomy lecture in the 'Chapel'.
Anyway, as Hilary, the Lindsa(e)y's, and I rounded the corner to tackle the last few sets of stairs, I was overcame by the most offensive smell, even in comparison to my Anatomy lab last year. I thought I was going to see what I ate for breakfast again. I looked around for the culprit, desperate to put as much space between myself and the smell as possible. I spotted a guy who looked like he didn't believe in showering, so I guessed that it was him, and ran away from him. A few days later I was talking to Hilary about it as we approached the staircase. She thought it was someone who decided to take their shoes off. I thought they just had a personal vendetta against general human cleanliness. As we discussed the topic further, a guy behind us piped in. He explained to us that it was a inconspicuous bush, budded with yellow flowers that was hidden by the staircase wall.
Okay, seriously! What IS it with BYU and rotten-smelling plants? It is torture enough to walk up the 150 stairs south of campus. Do they have to add in the smell of feet too?!?

The Door Stopper to My Thoughts

Writers block. It has been my constant companion for this past week. I have all these words and ideas stuck in my head like a traffic jam: hopeless, frustrating, and . . . . see? Still stuck. I always get into a jam when I want to convey something so unique and inspiring. In my head it all makes sense. But, can I put it on paper? Heck no!
Running through my head are words like dilapidated, runts, Boy Meets World, Smelly Cat, and PDA. What test do I have next? Is that paper due tomorrow? How much money do I have? Can there BE any more PDA-ing couples on campus, or are they all just attracted to me?
What horrid plant is that nightmarish smell coming from on the south campus stairs?
Taylor Swift.
Dr. Pepper and ice cream and fries.
How much longer can I stay healthy while my roommates are hacking up a lung?
Is there a cancer for eating too much Ramen?
5 more months . . .
Smelly Cat, what are they feeding you?
I need to go buy real food.
I need to work.
I need a hug.
Da Vinci. Machiavelli. Neo-Platonism.
I hate taking test.
Blah blah blah!!!
I hate writers block.

Head Scratchers

1. If you could eat anything without any negative consequences, what would it be?
French fries dipped in a shake. It sounds nasty, but is surprisingly delightful.
2. One vice you have to give up?
Facebook. It's unhealthy. It really is. But I love it.
3. If you could make anything happen right this moment . . .
I would be graduated and done with school FOREVER.
4. What would your first wish from a genie be?
That Ewan McGregor would be my boyfriend and sing to me all the time.
5. The second wish?
That I could fly. Seriously, it would shave off OODLES of time on my way to class.
6. If you were stuck forever in a Disney movie, which would it be?
Peter Pan, hands down. No place is more interesting than Neverland.
7. If you could only sing one song for the rest of your life?
The Elephant Love Medley.
8. The best quote?
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is learn to love and be loved in return.
9. If you could have one crazy adventure, what would you do?
Take a road trip to Vegas and have a crazy night full of the Stratosphere and Thunder from Down Under. HA! Just kidding :)
10. One thing you would changed about yourself:
Physical: That I'd have abs like that Girl off of Stick It
. . . Not Physical: That I would be more patient and less invisible.

Little Blessings

Does it make me an awful person if I was happy he broke the rules?

He always seem to know when I'm having a completely rotten, horrible day. I don't even say anything to him. I'll go weeks without so much as a peep from him and then the one day I think I'm going to crack under all the pressure, he sends out one tiny message that alters my entire day. I went into Art Civ about ready to break down in tears. I came out of there smiling from ear to ear. The funny thing was, he was probably the only person who could have gotten me out of that funk. The only one. Heavenly Father was clearly watching out for me today. He knew exactly what I needed to hear and who I needed to hear it from. Is it still a horrible thing to do? If it had such a positive effect, how could it possibly be bad? Is that justifying it?

Either way, I love you too.

More Lists

(Sunday's Post)

Things that oddly satisfy me:
Learning Smelly Cat on the guitar
The sound of high heels clicking on the street
Thunder and Lightning
The smell of rain
Popping my back
Making RMs feel just a little uncomfortable (in a G rated fashion)
Making people mad when I'm mad (I know, I sound like a horrible person)
Australian accents
Getting letters in the mail
Singing the Elephant Love Medley
Watching BYU football . . . when they win
Crunching leaves
When someone massages my legs
Or plays with my hair
Popping my hips
The smell of my mom's Parmesan rolls
The end of a Monday

Narcotics

(Saturday's Post)
Chalk off another night of falling asleep fully clothed, on top on my sheets, and my phone. After my pity party I went and laid in bed, waiting for Hil to get home so I could go to sleep. I always stay up for her to get home. Sometimes I feel like her mom. Too bad I didn't stay awake. At least I had good intentions right? Anyway, I woke up possibly around 3:30 and realized I couldn't breathe because of the huge belt I borrowed from one of my roommates. I ripped it off and just about everything else and went back to bed. There was no way I was going to make it all the way to the bathroom to wash my face. Oh well. Bring on the zits. Maybe I'll get ready for bed tonight . . . maybe.

Angst Angst Angst

I apologize for not having the last 3 days of posts up. The stupid internet that I'm paying for here only works half the time. Ridiculous, I know. So here is the post for Friday:

I'm in another one of those 'moods'. I have no reason for it. My homework is done, (ish) it's a Friday night, and I'm going to see one of my old friends at his Welcome Home this weekend. I hate it when I have no explanation for my angst. I hate angst in general. I think it's uber annoying. My roommate wants to run around and see all these people. I have no desire. What I really want to do is crawl into bed. It's only 8:30. Wonderful.
Hilary thinks it's because we are sick. We have super odd sleeping schedules, we hardly ever eat, and when we do finally eat, it's so unhealthy. I feel like Lorelai Gilmore on Gilmore Girls, only she had energy and was happy most of the time. I'm not.
I think I am just going to go to sleep . . .

New Boy In Town

I have officially learned 2 real songs on the guitar: Hey Ya (the acoustic version) and White Horse by Taylor Swift. GO ME! I think the reason why I'm doing so much better on my guitar is because I finally named him. I knew he was a boy, and very attractive one, and so I had to find a name that fit. It finally hit me this year: Felix! My guitar's name is Felix. Now that he has a name, we can connect on a deeper lever.
I'm so happy that I'm finally a little musical! I would feel so inadequate because I'm surrounded by people who, at the very least, know the piano. I also tend to be attracted towards the extremely musically gifted. My closest friends and roommates all know a bajillion musical instruments. All I could do was sing. And not very well. And I can't read music. BUT, it was always my dream to learn the guitar.
Felix and I have a deep, unbreakable bond. Last night, I visited an old high school friend of mine. While I was waiting for him to show up at his apartment, Hilary and I stole his football to throw out in the hallway. A few guys came in and wanted to join so we let them. When my friend finally came home, he was so frustrated that I would let 'some other dude' touch his football. He said he'd let a guy touch his girl before he'd let a guy touch his football. I didn't appreciate that comment, but now I understand what he means. Guys come and go, but my guitar and I permanent and I'll be danged if I let some girl touch my guitar.

Mornings Suck

For the past few weeks I have been falling asleep pretty early. Well . . . early for me. I'm the type of person who stays up till about 2 am, fully aware that I have to wake up in about 4 hours. So, I consider the fact that I go to bed around 11-12 as early.
Last night I relaxed on my bed, fully clothed, with my hair still up in bobby pins. I was texting this kid from UVU and waiting for the turquoise, glitter paint on my nails to dry. My roommate, however, went straight to bed. I don't like being an inconsiderate roommate, so I turned the lights out and my music off. I sat in the silent room, waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell the UVU guy goodnight so that I could get ready for bed. Pretty soon, however, my phone buzzed as I received a call from none other than my roommate's brother. He told me I was not allowed to go to sleep because he had finally made the dessert that I had won from a bet we made 2 weeks prior. I wasn't too happy. That meant I had to stay awake in regular clothes for another half hour. I didn't even want to eat the dessert anyway. I wanted to go to bed!
I tried my hardest, I really did, to stay awake. I kept up my texting conversation and played games on my phone in between texts. My eyes had other ideas. They began to droop with the weight of a small anvil and I couldn't stop it. I rolled over on to my stomach so that when my phone went off, my face would receive the shock from both the light and the vibration. Time dragged on as I waited for the text signaling that Jared was headed over. But, it never came. Around 20 minutes after I was supposed to have received my winnings, he texted me:

Hey it's going to take longer than I thought. Its a refrigeration thing so it will be good till tomorrow.

I was relieved and slightly P.O.ed. I could have been asleep right now, in PJs, with a clean face. I rolled over once more. I contemplated getting up to finally prepare for bed, but, I was just too comfortable and too tired. Surely, I could nap for maybe 5 minutes and then get ready? I fished my phone out of my sheets and set 2 alarms. One was for the morning, of course. I closed my eyes, fulling intending to tell the UVU guy goodnight in a few minutes.
My body jerked awake. I rolled over to find out the time and had to untangle myself in my phone charger cord. My cell phone had attached itself to my neck and I peeled it off to find a rectangle imprinted on my skin. I rushed to get ready in the 20 minutes I had allowed myself to get ready. My alarms did not go off. I was still fully dressed, with my hair tangled in it's 'do' from yesterday. I had one unanswered text at 12:09 am from the UVU guy, waiting for my reply. Oops.

Self Evaluation

What am I good at?

Dancing . . . I hope
Getting ready in 20 minutes
Sarcastic quips
Making lasagna
Hitting my snooze button in my sleep
Laughing at myself
Eating Ice cream


What am I not good at?

Having patience . . . especially with girls
Sitting through a movie I've already seen
Saying goodbye/letting go
Taking short showers
Tying my shoes . . . no, really
Telling people how I really feel


What do I want to be better at?

Playing my acoustic guitar
Running
Not raiding the fridge
Controlling my road rage
Raising my confidence level
Talking to my brothers


A shout out to my sister Lacey Ann Peterson: She is awesome and I love her to death. I'm so grateful for all the things she does for me. Thanks for helping me to feel like I'm not an only child Lace!
P.S. I love and appreciate ALL of my siblings and in-laws. You guys are the best family a girl could have. Love ya!

Waltz Wonders

I will be the first to admit that I am extremely stubborn. I have accepted it and so should you. Despite my . . . we'll call it a handicap, I feel that I have handled criticism in dance extremely well. You see, one cannot dance well without criticism, and unfortunately, much of that criticism comes from one's own teammates. Even the ones who are not on your same level of dance. I have accepted that and dealt with it as well.
This morning I dropped out of bed and dragged myself to campus. Lately, it's been a freezing, almost unconscious, 15-20 minute walk. I'm amazed I haven't missed a day of class yet. I'm proud of myself actually. In the mornings I have no personality. I typically don't say a word to anyone until about 10:30, because if I did, I probably would end up making somebody cry. I'm not a morning person, so sue me. Starting the day off by dancing, however, does help. Even ballroom.
It was girls choice today. The professor stood off to the side as the girls took shy steps towards their chosen boy. Fabulous. The one guy who I actually enjoyed dancing with because he sort of knew what he was doing, and therefore hadn't trampled my toes with his clown feet got snatched by a girl who looked more like a barbie. Even better. I looked around at the few left over boys. I took the one closest to me.
He had curly brown hair and a spare tire. He was shorter than me. I tried to be optimistic, I really, truly did. However, all attempts at a positive attitude were shot down when he instantly correct my stance. Correction: he incorrectly corrected my stance and would not continue dancing with me until I had fixed it. I held my tongue and did as he asked. I knew there was no arguing with him if I didn't comply. And what happened? He stepped on my feet . . . several times. And forgot the routine.
Oh, I cannot wait to be a dance teacher . . .

Hey! is for Horses and Chickens and Fish

I stole this idea from my Creative Writing class. I fell in love with the idea. It's not cheating is it? Oh well.
I remember when I realized that . . . .

I left the milk in the cupboard and not the fridge.
I fell in love with him.
I count my steps when I walk.
I am a hopeless romantic.
I cannot play sports.
Taylor Swift knew my life.
Boys are D-Bags.
I have nightmares when I sleep on my back.
I'm obsessed with sparkly things.
My grandpa wasn't going to come back.
I forgot I was left-handed.
I am extremely stubborn and sarcastic. A bad combination.
I wanted to be a dance teacher.
I'm more clumsy than a new born deer.
I had always wanted to be an astronaut.

Think Happy Thoughts

I just wrote an awesome entry. It was extremely deep. I examined my own happiness and questioned society's stubborn, negative outlook on life and how they are bound determined to win the I Have THE Worst Life award. But, guess what? My internet disconnected and I lost everything I wrote. I hate the internet and how dependent we've all become to it. Oh well. So my journal entry is simply this:

You make me happy, whether you know it or not
We should be happy, that's what I said from the start
I am so happy, knowing you are the one
That I want for the rest of my days
For the rest of my days
You're all of my days.

You're lookin' so cool, you're lookin' so fly
I can't deny that when I'm staring
You down, right dead in the eye
I wanna try to be the person you want
The person you need
It's hard to conceive
That somebody like you could be with
Someone like me

I'm happy knowing that you are mine
The grass is greener on the other si-ide
The more I think, the more I wish
That we could lay here for hours, and just-a reminisce
Uhh ooo ooo

You're lookin' so fresh
It's catching my eye
Why, oh why, did I not see this before,
The girl I adore was right in front of me?
And now I'll take a step back and look in your eye
And ask why it took so long to see
We're meant to be

I'm happy knowing that you are mine
The grass is greener on the other si-ide
The more I think, the more I wish
That we could lay here for hours and just-a reminisce

On the good, the bad, the ugly
The smiles ,the laughs, the funny,
Or all the things we put each other through
It's for you, for you, for you.

You make me happy, whether you know it or not
We should be happy, that's what I said from the start
I am so happy, knowing you are the one
That I want for the rest of my days
For the rest of my days

I'm happy knowing that you are mine
The grass is greener on the other si-ide
The more I think, the more I wish
That we could lay here for hours and just-a reminisce.

Uhh ooo ooo

This is what we all should be thinking every day. That is my new goal.

Paint Wars

Squishy, oozy, gooey, and warm. I plunged my hand into the bucket of grape paint. It coated my hand and made me brave. A flash of violent thoughts ran through my mind. My hand moved without conscious thought and suddenly I saw my paint magically transfer onto Hilary. She glared. I just started a war and I wasn't really sure if I wanted to continue it. The boys just sat there, hands halfway in between them and the canvas, not entirely sure if what I had done actually happened.
Hilary rose slowly. I knew her stance to be one of revenge and I knew that I could not outrun her. I would probably end up on my face in 5 steps anyway. I held my stance and and plunged my hand into my paint can. She lunged. Paint went flying. The grass was no longer green, but purple, red, blue, yellow, and about every other shade in between. The canvas was forgotten. We were the canvas now. I didn't really know what was going on. I just knew that if I didn't stop the paint flying from my fingers, I would be attacked. Too bad I sucked at aiming and was even worse at running away.
Scrubbing my car, peeling off most of my skin, losing half my hair, and spending an absurdly long time in the shower and I still loved every second of it. It was the funnest date I have ever had.

the Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn . . .

Moulin Rouge. It's a fantastic movie. Granted, it may not be appropriate for all audiences, especially at BYU. I mean, it is about a hooker. Gasp! However, the music will change lives. If you get right down to it, it has an extremely positive message: Love conquers all. And that's what's most important right?
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is learn to love and be loved in return. So true! We go throughout our lives searching for that one person who will bring that happy ever after. That one person will love you for who you are no matter what. Here, in Happy Valley, love is always in the air. Sometimes it nauseates me. However, all of us single folk are still seeking out our 'potential soul-mates'. So even though Moulin Rouge may be a little risque, I love it and so should you.