9.26.2008

This is subliminal.


Knock knock.

Who's there?

Archie.

Archie who?

Gesundheit!

9.24.2008

I couldn't resist.


The events of the past 12 hours have been so ridiculous I thought I would share them with y'all so that you can have a good laugh. I'm not looking for pity. Seriously. I just needed to record this somewhere so that I can never forget my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

10:30 pm - I send out a blackboard email to my entire class with a copy of my analysis (of an analysis) of The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien. Yeah. Most boring assignment ever.
11:00 pm - I start working on my art history paper that is due at 2:00 today. The other paper took way longer than expected. Plus I was a little distracted (I have been as of late).
3:15 am - I finish my art history paper, save it and send a draft to my Dad just to get his opinion. I am always seeking validation in writing. Don't worry about it.
7:30 am - I wake up and realize that I turned my alarm off at 7:00 am. I know. I need to sleep more.
7:35 am - I get on my computer to see if Dad has said anything wonderful/attempt to email my art history paper to myself so that I can polish it in-between classes.
7:37 am - I realize after looking at my email account that I never attached the paper to send to my Dad. Oh and don't worry, everything I have done on my computer in the past few days is completely erased. Nowhere to be found.
7:50 am - After panicking and talking to Rachel's uncle on the phone we come to the conclusion that my hard-drive is failing. No big deal. At least I got that other paper sent out...
7:55 am - I check to see if my other paper got sent out. I realize that I accidentally sent the rough draft out which includes comments in huge bold text that say things like, "I need more analysis here. Come on, help me out." The final draft (which is actually a very good paper) is erased from my hard-drive. You've got to be kidding me.
8:00 am - Frantically searching for the lost documents...
8:10 am - I email my teacher to tell her I won't be in class. It's my first time missing and if I miss after this my grade is docked in thirds.
8:20-8:45 am - I panic and begin writing my art history paper/trying to re-polish the English assignment.
8:46 am - Computer freaks out again. So I go to school.
9:15 am - I edit and print out my English paper and take it to my teacher's office. He tells me that I am turning it in too late and gives me an awesome lecture. I would argue with him but he only has one hand and I feel like if I said that I was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, he would tell me to try living with a hook. I leave in shame.
9:49 am - I posted this blog entry because I can't stand to look at art history again (though the blog clock says it's a different time). Oh well. Here goes...

Please try to tell me that this isn't somewhat hilarious. I think that's why I am struggling to do the assignments. I just know I am going to be laughing about this tonight (I get over things pretty quickly).

9.22.2008

High School Tag.


So, Tally did this on her blog and it looked so much fun that I told her to tag me. Is that how it works? I'm pretty sure that I am not allowed to request things like that. My problem is that I currently have nothing to blog about. School is consuming me. So, here is my lame attempt to avoid art history homework...

Did you date someone from your school?
Yes. Lots.

What kind of car did you drive?
I just used whatever car was at home. For some time it was the blessed Dodge minivan (white with maroon velvety interior). Then we upgraded to the silver Isuzu Rodeo. I used the white Toyota Camry before Tyler took it away from me, and toward the end of my senior year I got to drive the black beamer.

Were you a party animal?
No.

Were you considered a flirt?
Sometimes, but never toward whoever I was dating. Twisted, I know (it's still a bad trait of mine).

Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?
Junior Choir, A'Capella, Madrigals.

Were you a nerd?
I took AP Chemistry (and English) but I don't think I was considered a nerd.

Were you on any varsity teams?
I started varsity volleyball junior and senior year, suited sophomore year, and practiced with varsity (inconsistently) freshman year. It was my job and I loved loved loved it.

Did you ever get suspended or expelled?
No. I ditched class frequently but I was very skilled at doing so. ("Mr. Thulin, would you like me to pick up a breakfast burrito for you while I'm out?" "Sure Missy, here's $5.00. Oh and by the way, I love you and you are getting an 'A' no matter how often you miss my class.")

Who were your favorite teachers?
Mr. Thulin because he let me do whatever I wanted to (manipulative much?)
Line Tuitupou because she was my coach and one of my best friends.
Suzan Lake because she taught me as much about life as she did about English (that's a LOT).
Anne Applegate because...well...you can't not love her and she taught me to love singing again.

Could you still sing the fight song?
I honestly don't think so. Um. L...

Where did you sit during lunch?
Someone's house, Wendy's, Great Harvest, or some floor in the commons depending on what year I was in school.

What was your school's full name?
Salt Lake High School East.

Did you go to homecoming?
Yes. Junior year my date showed up in a cherry-red polyester suit with flared legs. I thought my Mom was going to pass out. Good thing I hadn't bought that red dress...

What do you remember most about graduation?
Karen Hughes receiving a standing ovation from (pretty much) the entire senior class and everyone in the audience.

Where did you go senior skip day?
Wasn't every day a skip day senior year?

Were you in any clubs?
Some service club once upon a time, I think.

Have you gained some weight since then?
Things change when you no longer play volleyball for 4 hours a day.

Are you going to your ten year reunion?
I wouldn't put it past myself to miss that.


I tag...Shannon, Preethi, Jen vB, and Gianna.

9.19.2008

Oh happy day.



I just wanted to announce that J Crew is opening a factory store in Park City.  I am so happy I wish I could put it into words.

9.18.2008

I just wanted to inform all of you that I slept in until 7:45 am today.  
It was G-L-O-R-I-O-U-S.
Fin.

9.15.2008

For Dave, Krisy, and Patten


A little bird told me that you guys were sick (I saw the beginning parts of this bug and I believe it's true), so I thought I would make you a virtual get-well-soon kit.  These are things that I would bring you (in very particular order) if I were close enough to do so.  I hope you like them!  


SOUP

I'm not sure what kind of soup I would bring you--probably chicken noodle--but this was a cute picture of soup and it illustrates my intentions quite nicely.  Soup always makes me feel good.  I eat it all the time!

CHOCOLATE

It makes everything better.


HERBAL TEA

I know you guys might object up-front.  But I like herbal tea, it makes me happy.  And it's caffeine-free.  And Aunt Theresa was a Celestial Seasonings fan so maybe you should try it.


I hope you guys feel better!  I miss you!
And thanks for letting me watch Patten the other day.  I l-o-v-e-d it of course.

Today I feel...

Top right.

9.12.2008

The internal clock.



I wish I knew how to explain this better.

I am haunted by an impeccable internal alarm clock.  The kind that wakes me up no matter what, whether I like it or not, every single day.  I'm sure this sounds impossible to most of you because many are aware of how much I love to sleep...all the time.  But here I am.  It's 7:44 am and I was just called to another day by this better-than-quartz-and/or-atomic psychological machine.  The pain in the rump is that I don't have class until 12, and I was really hoping that due to a lower stress count I might be able to grab a few more hours of sleep this morning.  Oh well.  I guess not.

I actually have a few theories about why I can't sleep anymore (for a long time I couldn't sleep through the night at all, but due to a recent decision I have been able to sleep for at least 6 hours at a time, which Is progress):

- I have a lot to do.  My "to do" lists used to include sleeping (and breathing) because I was doing so little of these things.  
- My body is healing (slowly).  TONS of progress has been made, but a lot still needs to be made.  Regardless, I'm pretty sure my body associates sleeping with being sick in one way or another (18 hours of sleep a day?), so I'm thinking that due to my recent decision to force my body to get better, sleep is now taboo.
- Anxiety.  Anxiety?  Who would have guessed?  Not only do I worry when I have lots to do.  But I kind of worry when I have anything to do.  I don't like projects and deadlines lurking over me.  I'd rather work for 72 hours straight and relax than space inevitable malfunctions (ahem: lithography) out over a few weeks of light work loads.  I think my final show is starting to get to me.  It's in March.
- There is some inconceivable practical joke involving a higher power behind this catastrophe.

And for the rest of my life:

- I turned in my gallery space proposal form earlier this week.  This means that my BFA final show will be going up (if everything goes as planned), in March.  March!?  MARCH!?  Does anyone see that little glimmer?  Is there a light at the end of the tunnel?
- I turned in my gallery space proposal form earlier this week.  But I don't know what my final show is going to be.  Architectural or landscape?  Any ideas?  (PS I purposely made the first two sentences of the past two bullet points exactly the same).
- I am not going applying to architecture programs in December.  I know, I know.  I am so flaky.  I decided I would rather hang out with people than blueprints.  Architecture will remain a huge passion in my life, but I decided that art (and people) are too much a part of me to ignore.  I have come to realize this as I have started enjoying them again (they weren't fun when I was so sick).
- I am getting Indian food tonight with some friends for my birthday and we are having a little get together after.
- I vote for GMM every day.  Today's your last chance!  Vote here.
- I finally got my rock climbing pass this week.  
- I am baby-sitting Patten tomorrow and I can't wait!

 That's everything.  

PS: Seriously, if you have any recommendations for either pulverizing or patenting my internal clock, I'll gladly take them.  I might even share the billions of dollars I make off of selling parts of my brain to power all of your alarm clocks.  Cerebral powered, anyone?



9.06.2008

I love art.



Just thought you should know.

9.04.2008

My whole life has been a lie.


I'm sure that most of you have experienced something similar to what I did yesterday.  I was happily reading my physics assignment (which ended up taking me 3 1/2 hours), and I suddenly felt betrayed.  After reading a certain paragraph, I had to backtrack and read it two or three more times.  Gasp.  Matter was being broken down verbally right before me: from atoms, to nuclei, electrons, and finally quarks.  Quarks?  But Miss Mayall told me that there was nothing smaller than an electron!  I went through all of AP chemistry (with an "A", I'll have you know), believing that everything stopped at electrons.  I solved problem after endless problem, balanced equations and drew little structural bonds like a pro.  I'm serious.  If they had professional molecule-draftsmen, I could have turned in a portfolio of my structural sketches and been hired right out of high school starting with a six-figure salary.  My molecules were awesome.  (So awesome, in fact, that my brother Tyler, who was fresh off the mission and taking chemistry at BYU called me numerous times for help drawing molecules, figuring out where bonds were located, how to name isotopes, etc, etc, etc.  He goes to Penn now).  I love molecules.  But I have never in my life learned about how they break down into little quarks.  I have not had time to absorb quarks, their little charges, the way they are named up, down, charm, strange, top, and bottom, or think about how there is actually something a little smaller than them.  Where have I been?  I am not a moron.  The art world has officially swallowed me.

PS - I really have heard of quarks, but I have never actually studied them.  Bla.


9.02.2008

Absolutely sinful.



A few weeks ago for FHE I decided that I wanted to make caramel popcorn.  Well, I had to pop the kernels over the stove and it didn't go over very well.  I burned pretty much every batch I tried to make, got frustrated, and eventually just made the caramel popcorn anyway (although burned and disgusting).  The next morning I tried three or four times to make good popcorn.  It never worked.  So, when I got home from Argentina I decided I would make good caramel popcorn.  My Mom and I worked on it until we got it right.  And it was so good.

(Not really) Caramel Sauce:
1 1/3 c sugar
1/2 c karo syrup
1 c butter
1 tsp vanilla

Mix until melted and boiling, turn to low heat for 4 minutes.  Pour over large bowl of plain popcorn and mix until well-coated.  Spread over wax paper or tinfoil to dry so it doesn't cluster too much.

Oh, and, luckily this recipe is 0 calories per serving!  (Psych!)