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.