I'm kinda funny today

Here are some funny things about today:

I left my cousin a message tonight and sang happy birthday. Then I hung up. Then I sang it to myself. Twice.

My umbrella inverted twice today and both times I had a laughing attack. Kristi Ann was privileged enough to be talking to me on the phone during one of said "attacks."

If you think that you are better looking than most people you should see me today.

I stuck my finger in the peanut butter jar tonight because I wanted some peanut butter. Then I wanted to eat THE WHOLE JAR BECAUSE I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE IT. And I didn't. I have so much self-control.

Then I was reading my scriptures and started laughing because I thought it was funny that Ammon was wise, yet harmless. And I laughed for a long time. I never do that.

This isn't funny about today, but I went to Goodwill on Saturday (I don't even want to talk about it) and there was a crazy man behind me in line and I remembered why I never go to places like Goodwill. And I bought I nightgown that was probably worn by an old lady in a nursing home that is likely now deceased. That or she decided she needed to step up her pajama wardrobe and get rid of all the old mumu's. And she knew I would look like a 10 in her mumu.

In other news, the naked girls at the gym are still scarring me. I almost bumped into one today. AHHH!

I started reading Frankenstein today. MWAHAHAHAHA.

And this is where this post ends because I am rambling like an idiot.

Tomorrow is the weekend. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES.

Opera-tion

So I'm alive. Good thing. Last week I spent a grand total of 24+ hours in an opera pit. Starts to mess with you when you wear black every day and wake up every morning thinking "Cosa sento!!!" or "ai Bambini" or "Despina! Despina! Despina!" Seriously, I feel like a freak. I don't even know what that stuff means. The opera was Mozart's Cosi Fan Tutte, by the way. Don't even worry about it-- the opera was 3 HOURS LONG plus a 20 MINUTE INTERMISSION. AND we started 10 minutes late every. single. night. You better believe I had a problem with that. The great thing was that my conductor was incredible-- this guy conducts opera for a living-- he was amazing. I never felt like I was doing something wrong (which isn't because I'm perfect... okay, maybe) because he knew the vocal parts so well and made the vocalists stay IN TIME. It's an amazing thing when they do that. Srsly. And the conductor had incredible ties every night. I was almost excited to see his tie as I was to go home. I said almost. And the second flutist was the bomb. Love her. She matched my sound and pitch and followed me and oh wait, most of you readers probably don't care about all of this musical jargon. But we had a really great time and it was a great learning experience as always. I'm thankful to have my life back. Hooray for getting home at a decent hour and finally having time to catch up on 24 and catch up on my celebrity gossip... ha. uh jk.

Oh and by the way-- February, the most boring month of the year (actually March could still be a contender) is over after this week. THANK YOU. I'm ready for warmth. Kthanx.

My Current Read

"Classical musicians, perhaps because they spend all those hours alone in practice rooms, may be rusty or unfamiliar with social graces. If you spend all of your free time with other musicians you may feel awkward making small talk with nonmusicians."

-Angela Myles Beeching in Beyond Talent

This. Will. Not. Be. Me.

I am the exception to the rule.

Maybe. Sometimes.

On a good day.

Tis The Season...

... to discuss the pitfalls of dating in Boston. Now this isn't something I normally address for fear that the individuals who might be referenced could somehow blogstalk me (how is that even possible?), but this is a very objective review of my dating world as of late and draws upon my experiences with several charming individuals. To motivate me as I write this I am listening to Brahms 4-- inspirational on so many levels. I am so in love with him.

Boston. Such a lovely little place. Prior to moving here people told me about a few different things that I would love, be surprised by, and loathe with every fiber of my bean. Things like: the winter, the fall, the summer, the 4th of July, drivers, public transportation, the college town feel, the historical sites, the FOOD, every college girl walking around in the North Face Denali jacket and Uggs, and the Sox. Why didn't anyone tell me about the men? Am I bitter? No. Just surprised.

I don't have a lot of things to say about dating, but I want to share two things I have learned about the men here:

1. They're older. At first I was like-- oh my gosh this is so great because now they are so mature! No more 21-25 year old BYUers (which isn't a bad thing). So I thought this was a good "change." And then I found out #2.

2. They're non-committal. There's nothing more to say. I have gone out with, am friends with, have casually talked with a few individuals who display this tendency. In an effort to avoid the inevitable they talk themselves out of any semblance of commitment. I have sat and listened as they do this. WEIRD! But honestly, I've always had absolutely no affinity for math, so don't blame me for not putting #1 and 2 together.

Here's what I've learned about myself in this process:

1. I like to say that men are non-committal and dumb in an effort to make myself feel good. In reality, they probably aren't NC. They're picky, just like yours truly.

2. I act really confident and not awkward (the magical word) until I see the slightest sign of NC and then I turn into my favorite superhero: CAPTAIN AWKWARD. Then it isn't hard for them to make the full transition to NC.

3. I'm honestly just glad to have dating diversions. My life is way too dull without them. I mean honestly-- I play a FLUTE for like 6 hours every day. BORE-ING.

So how was that? Good, I hope.




And seriously.... if someone says "Singles Awareness Day" one more time I'm going to send them hate mail. Can you be any more annoying? Who cares!

Curveball

After many long hours spent with a hungry tummy, I have decided that it is time for me to make a change in the way I eat. Whoever came up with 3 meals a day was not being honest with his or herself. Here's the story: I work out pretty hard for 30 minutes every morning. I spend probably 30 minutes a day walking to and from classes/rehearsals/jobs/my car (sometimes I run-- with a backpack on: EMBARRASSMENT-- to said place because I am confused about rehearsal times/locations). I leave home at 7 and come home at 9. I eat breakfast before I leave. Here is what it looks like:

Cheerios (plain), Frozen Blueberries, Banana, Skim Milk. This is my favorite meal of the day. Growing up, I HATED breakfast and normally skipped it. Oh and can I just say that I used to swear I would never drink Skim Milk-- 2% for life! I gave up 2% in 2008 for 1% and gave up 1% in 2009 for Skim. How's that for change you can believe in?

After I work out I eat half of one of these:

At 11:00, 1:00, 3:00, 6:00 (okay, not exactly those times) I have one of the following:
Dannon Diabetic Friendly Vanilla Yogurt (45 calories) + Flax Seed Pumpkin Granola
3 slices of turkey+4 small slices of cheese
Apple+Carrots
Hummus + these incredible organic little cracker things I found at the store
the other half of my Builder Bar
half of a PBJ
A Banana
Scrambled Egg Beaters on a whole wheat english muffin

And for dinner:
Smaller portion of pasta + Spinach and broccoli
Brown rice + butternut squash
Veggie burger patty with tomato and lettuce (this is the least exciting, but not AS bad as it sounds)

If I just can't keep survive without some sort of late night snack:
Half a bag of Smart Pop. My fave and pretty much no calories.
Vanilla Yogurt + Granola + Banana + Blueberries
Cottage Cheese + Peaches (I'm training myself to like cottage cheese and it's working!!)
A Handful of Craisins + Walnuts

Eating healthy may not sound very appealing and if given the choice I would probably eat chocolate and peanut butter for the rest of my life, BUT it's something that I now ENJOY because it's become a habit. I was digging through some old scraps of paper over the holidays and found something I had written when I was 12. It said: I can't wait to grow up because... I can eat all the junk food I want! And my dreams came true! I CAN eat all the junk food I want to. Do I? Sometimes. But I don't usually want it.

I know everyone was probably dying to know all of this information, but I am a firm believer that how we eat determines how we feel and how we feel determines what we do and how we treat others and ourselves. Profound, I know. This is just a new little system that I've developed for myself over the last few weeks that has been contributing to my happiness, so why not share the wealth? If anyone else does anything related to this and has any more little meal ideas I would love to hear them!

Things Running Through My Mind Lately....

There are certain things that I keep thinking about that I feel the need to share on my blog, simply for the betterment of society (is that even a word? not society, betterment). I think I could change the world just by sharing these useless pieces of info. Get ready for a life changer.

Five things that I keep on my person at all times:

-Cherry Chapstick. Sorry, Strawberry, you just don't cut it. And yes, Chapstick brand Chapstick is the only true Chapstick. Burt's Bees and Blistex are not legit.
-Eucerin Calming Creme Daily Moisturizer. If my hands aren't happy, NOBODY'S happy.
-Wintergreen Altoids. Because gum chewing is painful for the jaw and inconvenient. You have to spit it back out. Too. much. work.
-Nail File. That's right people. My "more nails" 2010 is slowly coming to fruition.
-My new fingerless gloves from Urban. I can even TEXT while I'm walking because there is a thumb hole. INCREDIBLE!

Probably more than anyone cares to know, but my attitude just might hinge on whether or not I have these items with me. Nuff said.

I think the whole "it's freezing, I'm going to die" is all in people's heads. Seriously, I feel pretty okay walking around during the day because I always have on like 5 pairs of pants, a hat, a scarf, my marshmallow jacket, 4 sweaters, and one of those masks with slits for the nose and mouth. People need to get over the whole "I need to look good all the time" idea. Who does?

Having said that, I am slowly lulling myself into a false sense of reality. I have spent so much time looking at swimsuits that I am pretty sure I have tricked myself into thinking summer is only weeks away. I will soon be sorely mistaken. Hopefully I will have a cute bathing suit tucked away in some corner of my closet soon enough.

And one more thing. I wish I knew how to better use semicolons. My most favorite punctuation mark behind the period and exclamation mark is the dash. I'm afraid I misuse it-- like now. Every time I use a dash there is a little voice that cries out to me, "You can't treat me this way! You need to branch out!" I think fear is stopping me.

That's all. Wasn't it thrilling?

Stay tuned for a LOT of pictures.