"The Facilities"

Top 3 reasons the bathroom on the first floor of the HFAC is a winner:

3. You don't have to wait in a line (okay, pretty much you don't have to do this in any bathroom in the HFAC, but still.. it's a good reason).
2. It actually smells good. Weird.
1. There isn't a creep lying on a couch that is older than me and has spent a lifetime collecting way too many germs in that bathroom (I'm talking about the couch, not the creep)! Why would anyone ever take a nap on that couch? EW! x 100

This moment has been brought to you by me. Thank you.

The Brave Little Coat

There are some things in my life that I feel the need to replenish or replace on a regular basis. These are things (to quote Miss South Carolina) like, such as: running shoes, smart pop, soap, flip flops, and....stuff like that. On the other hand, some things in life just should not be replaced. One of those things is my pink coat. We've been together for over 4 years now, and I just have to say, we make a great team. Here is a photo history of me and my coat. Isn't it so precious?

Talking on the phone... in NYC... notice my flaming red hair. I was a lost, confused freshman.

Sophomore year with my girls!

Being a disco creepster.... last year.
This might've been freshman year, too, actually. Presh.
That is a good looking coat.

People have tried to use this coat as a weapon against me. It would never harm me, though.

On another note (heh, no pun intended), I talked to a reporter from The Daily Universe yesterday about the Philharmonic Concert on Friday. Seriously, I don't know why people don't interview me more often. She asked me a question that I still don't remember and I started rambling, using fancy words, sounding like a musicky awesome person, and then I forgot the question she asked me in the first place. She was like-- uh, let's try another one. I'm so cool. Look for me in the newspaper Friday, then you can say, "Hey, I know that girl."

And, on one more note, let me just admit that I am sad that Friday will be my last big concert with the Phil at BYU. I kinda like it here and I like all my frrrrrriends. They are cool. Shout out to you guys. Everyone should come to the concert. The violinist on the program is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good. She gives me goosebumps. Yikes!

Hope you enjoyed this random post.

Just a little post

Alright people, I know you've been asking for another post, so here ya go. I am currently watching American Idol (shameless fan), but I do have a few things on my mind that I would like to share with you during the commercial breaks.

1. Lately I have been really bugged by the lovely human beings who think it is normal to hold a conversation with another person or just shout random comments for the people sitting around them to hear while another person is talking. Seriously. I think people think it isn't bad manners to speak while someone else is speaking. I'm not talking about normal conversations-- I am an Elmer and, therefore, used to being interrupted regularly-- but I am talking about more formal settings. It seems like every classroom I walk into I get lucky and sit next to the most obnoxious person in the class. It drives me CRAZY! What has happened to respect in this world?! It is turning me into something I never wanted to become. A "Shush-er." I am ashamed. So, go out and do me a favor this week and zip your lips at least once when you catch yourself yapping when one of your superiors is speaking. This is making me crazy.


2. The exciting news of my life is that someday, somewhere I will go to graduate school. These are the schools I applied to..... I've heard back from a few.... I'm not going to tell you what I've heard or from who until I make my final decision, which could take another month. But here are the lovely mascots and school signs (I'm too tired to think of the proper name for these things), and you can cast your vote. The schools are University of Texas, University of North Texas, Boston University, Boston Conservatory, and University of Michigan. Wahoo. And just so you know, Boston Conservatory doesn't have a mascot. I think they should be the music notes. Presh.

I'm so famous.

Just in case you are wondering what I am up to this week.......


Thank you to Toni for taking these fun pictures!!! She is amazing.

And thank you, mom. What a good photographer you are. Look at what a babe I was! I just have to say it's really creepy seeing posters of myself hanging up all over the place. Weird.

And if you want to know what my mom has been up to lately, check this out:

http://brightroom.com/view_user_event.asp?EVENTID=46714&PWD=&BIB=2234

She is pretty much a star. She just ran her first half marathon! What a trooper! We are so proud!

This is going to be a great week! Woohoo!

Happy Anniversary to me!

This week I am celebrating my one year with a very special someone! Yep, that's right, it has officially been one year since I went on a date with a very special person. There isn't an engagement yet. Actually, there wasn't even a second date. But, this person changed my life forever, so I feel like I should pay tribute to him in the blogosphere. Because of Dan, I can usually beat anyone else's blind date stories. So.... Dan the Warrior... this one's for you (He asked me to please call him Dan the Warrior.... he has warrior friends, too).

No, this is not Dan the Warrior. Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of him. But when I googled Dan the Warrior, this picture came up. It's called Peaceful Warrior Dan. He looks nice.

I feel like the best way to document this event is bullet form, because it'll take me way too long to write as a story. So here we go.

-Dan comes to door. Since he doesn't know Annie, Annie sends Sarah out the door. They return after 10 seconds and Annie walks out the door with Dan. Mistake #1.

-Dan pulls out two spirals. "Pink is for girls. Blue is for boys. These are our journals for the night. Here's yours." Dan hands Annie pink spiral and tells her to write to her first impressions. "Are you serious?" Don't worry.

-Arrive at Pita Pit for dinner. This is actually a good move because Annie loves the Pita Pit. Dan walks up to the cash register and tells cashier what his "fiancee" will be having. Annie corrects him quickly. Dan's dad calls while we are in line and Dan hands the phone to Annie. Awkward.

-Sit down and eat food. A large, chiseled, vein-popping hunk of man walks past their table and Annie tells Dan to check him out. Dan ignores this, flexes his own muscles, checks himself out, then takes his styrofoam cup and his hand begins to quiver. Dan crushes styrofoam cup, which is still filled with WATER. Water goes all over the table, Dan, and the floor. Innocent bystanders give Annie sympathetic looks. Dan proceeds to go to the machine where you get water and try to refill his cup... which is STILL crushed. Again, water goes everywhere. Annie makes Dan leave. Oh and Dan likes to do cheers with Annie's pita regularly.

-BYU vs. UVU hockey game. Dan asks everyone to please scoot over for him and his date. Actually he yells for everyone to scoot over. They are seated on the back row, and Dan starts banging the chain link fence with his head, which has a ripple effect. Every time it swings back and forward, it hits everyone else on the row. People love him.

-Annie tells Dan she is going to the bathroom. Dan says he is really going to miss her and could she "please give me a hug. Can I go with you?" In your dreams sucka. This would have been the perfect time to make an escape, but not this smartie pants.

-After the game they get back in the truck. Dan pulls out a bunch of CDs. "In my hand I have the 11 most emotional mixes I have ever made. We are going to listen to each one. When you hear a song you have three options. Thumbs up, down, or if it really moves you, you can touch your heart." Dan touches his heart for most every one. Creepster.

-Arrive in Raintree parking lot. Dan tells Annie to write a reflection in her journal about the evening. Annie writes for a minute and asks if she can be finished with this. "You're done when your heart tells you you're done." "I think it just told me." Dan turns up music really loud. "May I have this dance?" "You're kidding. You don't actually want to dance right here?" Car of Tongans pull up next to Dan's truck. "Please...." Dan comes and opens Annie's door. Annie slams journal on seat and gets out. Begin dancing to Tim McGraw song. "You're really pretty." "You're really..... tall. Okay..... I think we're done. Let's go."

-Begin walking up to Annie's apartment. Dan spys another couple walking up another stairwell and shouts, "Good luck at the doorstep, man! Have a good doorstep scene!" Dan turns to Annie. "I'm kinda nervous about our doorstep scene." "You shouldn't be."

-Long story short, DTW sees a flyer for Stake combined men/women Enrichment the next day, shows up, is even more awkward, and all of Annie's friends die laughing.

Okay, so maybe this story doesn't sound as awesome when I can't tell it in person to all of you fans, but seriously, DTW, you are one of a kind. You have changed my life. The end.

Oh, and I am accepting anniversary presents. Actually, just cash. Mail it to me. I'll write you a thank you note.

Have a happy day.

Welcome to the World, Welcome to Existence

So I started singing that song when my roommate woke up from her Sunday nap today, and I have decided it is a fitting title for my first blog post. I don't even know who sings that song, or if it's lame, so if you think it is, please don't hate on me. Breaking into song is just an every day occurence.

Yay! I am a blogger. I have been a blogger before, when I was in Paris, but now I am a real one. That is, I have no legitimate need to blog, but have decided to do so just because I enjoy jumping on the bandwagon (I think my mom will have a cow when she finds out I'm doing this and not the thousand other things I claim make me "so busy"). This blog is pretty much just about me. I am selfish. I am a student, and will be for at least two more years, am not married, and do not have any children. Therefore, I WON'T be blogging about my cute kids, the latest recipe I've tried (I live on pasta and wheaties.... and PBJ), or my wonderful husband. Don't mistake this for bitterness, I just want you to know what you are getting into when you read this. I WILL blog about why I love my pink jacket that has been with me for 5 long, wonderful years, the hours I spend blowing into a golden tube that I call a flute, random moments of genius, and so many many awkward moments that I have as an awkward college student. Yes, I am here for you America. I AM the American Dream. And I'm lame. Wow. I guess that was my first post.