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!