Wednesday, November 19, 2008
So basically this week I picked up 30 extra hours of work. Luckily most of those shifts are at night and not many people call at night so I just do my homework. Monday I worked for 3 1/2 hours and 3 of those hours were spent writing poetry that isn't due until December 5th. I wrote 10 poems and my professor is going over them with me today to tell me if I need to make any changes. Then yesterday I was at work for 7 extra hours. So the first 3 hours of that were used to do research on my Don Quixote paper (yeah, I'm taking a whole course on Don Quixote and it freaking rocks!) and finish my entire paper. Sometime this week I'll be meeting with that professor to discuss any changes that need to be made on that paper. Then, I took a one hour break and the rest of the time (between watching House and Fringe) I finished my other paper for my nonfiction class. I had to write a paper on my nose, and that was pretty interesting. Anywho, so now I am officially done with all of my papers and just have a few petty assignments left to do before I'm all done with the semester. Yay for being an anti-procrastinator!
Also, I went to Walmart the other day and was looking at their Christmas movies to see if I wanted to get any. I was looking back there and they had yet another Christmas movie collection. I already have the collection with Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Santa Claus is Coming to Town and all that stuff so I decided to see what other options this one had. I was so excited to find out that it had pretty much all the other Christmas favorites of mine that weren't in the first collection were in this collection; and it was only $25! I called my mom to tell her about my exciting find and I saw that it had 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, that cute little mouse version that I grew up on. Once I read off all the movies it had my mom told me to buy her a copy and we were both really excited. So the next day my friend Kristal and my roommie Richie and I all sat down and watched a few of them movies. The best one out of the ones we watched was the mouse 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. I was even singing along! I don't know what it is about Christmas movies, but they always put me in the Christmas spirit and make me want to be with my family. Kristal and I are pretty much family, so that was good ha ha. Anywho, here's the list of Christmas movies I now own (and I am a proud owner *wink*):
(In the first collection) Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Santa Claus is Comin' to Town, Frosty the Snowman, Frosty Returns, Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol, Cricket on the Hearth, and The Little Drummer Boy.
(In the second collection) How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Leprachauns Christmas Gold, The Little Drummer Boy Book II, The Stingiest Man in Town, The Year Without a Santa Claus: Deluxe Edition, Rudolph's Shiny New Year, Nestor the Long-Eared Christmas Donkey, Frosty's Winter Wonderland, 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, and Rudolph and Frosty's Christmas in July.
A Christmas Story
The Polar Express
The Family Man (I guess that's considered a Christmas Movie)
Christmas Vacation (VHS form)
And probably some other movie that escape me right now.
So, if you're looking for a good Christmas movie watching time, you come straight to me! I'll be more than willing to let you watch them with me or you could even borrow some for a few days. Anywho, I was pretty excited. Well, I hope you all have a great day! PLEASE WRITE ME COMMENTS!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Okay, so first of all I am NOT a fan of anime drawings. Kudos to those of you who can draw it, but I don't call it art. They're all the same, nothing creative whatsoever in them, and they're all meant for Pokemon and Dragon Ball-Z or what have you. Again, I'm not trying to offend anyone here, I'm just not a fan of the generic Chinese type of drawing. Anywho, you'll see how this ties in in a second.
So yesterday my friend Whitney and I were at work and she told me a very interesting story. She said that someone called in on Tuesday and said, quite properly and official-like, "Good day, I'd like to be sent to the art department for the university please." So she, of course, sort of smiled and sent him on his way. She got a call back a few minutes later from the same guy, once again in his pompous voice, said, "Okay, I need to speak to someone else other than the art department. You see, I am an artist and I've been doing some very good work lately. I even have my own 'myspace' page for my artwork. So I'm interested in displaying my artwork in the art museum on campus, but the art department you sent me to doesn't want to display my artwork. So could you please send me to the theater arts department? They might be interested in displaying my artwork." So she tried really hard not to laugh and sent him on his way.
So obviously posting your artwork on myspace makes you a legit artist and fully authorized to display your artwork in a prestigious art museum for a university. So his artwork could have been that little anime drawing up above. Using that logic I must be a published writer because I have a blog upon which I write my funny stories and hilarious happenings in my life. So there you have it, you know a famous, published author because my work is officially spread on the internet. I'm printing off pictures of myself as we speak and will gladly send a signed photograph of myself to all who are interested. Thank you, and good day.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Pink and I have a love/hate relationship. I really didn’t have an opinion at all about pink when I first encountered it. I was the first girl grandchild on both sides of my family, so naturally my relatives felt the need to bombard me with pink everything from bonnet to bootie. I of course had no objections, all I cared about was that my tummy was full and had a clean diaper. Once I got old enough to actually see color I developed Swiss-like neutrality for pink. I didn’t hate it and I didn’t love it, but I knew that if one day I felt like wearing a pink shirt, Pink would have no objections. Those were the good ol’ days. But then came high school, and Pink and I have never been the same.
It all started with a girl named Lindsey, a name I frequently use for the villain in the stories I write. Lindsey and her toadies were those stereotypical cheerleader types that prance around in their short shorts, hot pink shirts and even hotter pink purses, thinking they were God’s gift to the world and the epitome of all men’s dreams. Oh you’re not a cheerleader type? Well then you’re fat and ugly. Let me affect your self-esteem for the next 3 years or so by letting you know that every once in a while. It keeps me from realizing what a loser I am. Isn’t this fun? It was easy to detect when they were headed your way. You’d catch a blinding glint of Lindsey’s blond hair from the top of the crowd and then see the flood of horrific pink trotting down the hall.
It didn’t take long for her to stop heckling me. She and her pink paraphernalia were no match for my whit and intelligence, and once she realized that it was all over. Girls like that don’t like being reminded of what they really are. But unfortunately my color scheme preference was scarred for life. It seemed that every girl I’d ever met that thought they were better than everyone else had some sort of pink accessory. So naturally I associate that loathsome characteristic with the color pink, tragic and unjust as it may seem.
Luckily, Pink has adapted to the situation and developed lighter shades that aren’t as obnoxious as self-centered. This light baby pink has become Pink’s redeeming hue, and is something that I treasure. My dad has a thing for that color. He bought a cashmere sweater in baby pink and proudly wears it to church and any other occasions he finds appropriate. Pink looks ridiculous on some people, but my dad pulls it off with style and finesse. Whenever I see that shade of pink I immediately think of my dad, and thinking of my dad always puts me in a good mood and makes me love my life. My dad is one of the best people I know, and he can always make me feel better no matter what stupid thing I’ve done. Light baby pink reminds me about how much my dad loves and cares about me, and that alone is enough to lift my spirits on any rainy day.
Amazing isn’t it? Pink can either make my day or break my day. Darker pinks make me angry and irritated beyond all reason, but lighter pinks make me happy and inspired. If Pink wasn’t adaptable and unique in its monochromatic spectrum I don’t know where we would stand today. But as it stands today, Pink and I understand each other. Pink doesn’t get angry and upset when I shudder in disgust at a hot pink purse, and I admire Pink’s versatility and beauty when I see my dad’s pink cashmere sweater. It’s a love/hate relationship, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Ah Diet Coke. What else is there to say? The crisp click then fssst of the luscious soda drink just makes my mouth water. The constant sound of bubbles floating to the surface of the can containing this heavenly liquid makes me daydream of the first time I ever laid eyes on my love.
My grandpa has always been a Diet Coke fan. We go over to Grandma and Grandpa's house every Sunday and they'd always let us have a can of pop once we arrived. When I was a child, and not mature enough for the taste of Coke, I used to drink Sprite and let my popcorn float on the top of the cup of my Sprite. Then, one fateful Sunday, my dad asked me to grab him a Diet Coke. I walked outside to the refrigerator and decided to be adventurous and try a Diet Coke myself. I gave my dad his drink, and then I walked over and sat on the couch. I opened the can, took off the opener (as was the custom of soda-drinkers in those days), and let the divine liquid trickle down my parched throat. And the rest is history.
Ever since that day Diet Coke and I have been inseparable. We take long walks in the park together, laugh at each other's jokes and funny stories of the day, and simply enjoy each other's company. We have the occasional romantic candle-lit dinner where Diet Coke and I prepare the most wonderful sweet and sour chicken. We'll go to the park and he'll push me in the swing or I'll hold him in my lap while we try to swing over the swing set. He even comes to visit me at work occasionally. He'll just sit there and smile sweetly as I answer the phones with a cheerfully, "Utah State." He makes me want to be a better person, which is really the type of person you want to be around right?
Our 6-year anniversary is coming up this November. We've had our ups and downs but we've always remained faithful to one another. The only time I ever have Diet Pepsi is when they don't have Diet Coke or when the Diet Coke in the gas station is tainted with the smell of Indian Oven. We both agreed that if I can't have him in his best form I will have to settle for second best. We're so compatible it's insane!
I'm sorry I haven't written in my blog for a while, but not a lot has happened since that baby shower. So I figured I'd tell you all a little bit about myself that you might not have known.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
So I'm just kinda sitting there in my family room watching TV and just playing around on my computer and then my phone rings (it was about half an hour later). My grandma says, "Ok, so Celeste gave me a number that he'll probably use to call you. It's his roommate's number though because he doesn't have a phone. His roommate's name is Steven and his name is Seth." So she gave me the number and I told her I'd put it in my phone so I'll know it's him when he calls me. She said that I should maybe consider calling him first, but I'm not brave enough to do that haha.
So I got off the phone with her and I entered the number into my phone. It said, "You already have this number in your phone." I was confused, and concluded that I must've entered the number in wrong. So I entered it in again and it said, "You already have this number in your phone. Would you like to look at your address book?" So I pushed ok and I looked to see who it was and...
...it was the same Steven that took me out on 3 dates last winter and on the third date told me he'd prayed about us and said that the Lord wanted us together. Then he proceeded to tell me how he usually falls for prettier girls than me, gave me tips on how to look better and gave me tips on how to lose weight. Yeah, so the guy my grandma was trying to set me up with was roommates with him....(if you haven't heard that story, let me know and I'll be happy to email you the journal entry of that one so you can really get a feeling of what that 3rd date was like, haha).
So I was freaking out a little bit when I found that out and my grandma called and gave me his house number, another number with which he might call me. So I put that in, went to dinner with my friend Jessica 'cause I needed to get out, and then tried to calm myself down about it.
But that's not the end of the story.
So on Saturday, my frien Kristal and I went to a baby shower of a mutual friend of ours (it's Steven's sister, Kat). We were chatting with some of the older ladies, telling Kat how excited we were for her to have her baby, and all that stuff. So there was an older lady that I didn't know across the room and she asked Kristal and I where we were from. Kristal said she was from Centerville and I told her I was from American Fork. She said, "Oh, I'm from Lehi so we're practically neighbors!" So I said, "Yeah, I actually have a lot of family on my mom's side from Lehi. Actually my grandma is trying to set me up with someone who lives in Lehi. Seth (last name omitted), I think his name is." The lady paused for a second and said, "Well, do you want to meet him?" I was a little confused by her comment, and then she said, "I'm Seth's mom, and Seth is actually here right now. Seth! Come on in here!"
Um, I think I died for a second there. He came out and he was cute and really tall. REALLY tall (of course everyone's tall compared to me, but that's beside the point). So when he walked in his mom was like, "This is the girl that Celeste is trying to set you up with!" So he stuck out his hand and said, "Nice to meet you. You're name is Alisa, right?" "Yeah, haha," I said, laughing nervously. Then everyone was like, "Oh, should we move so you 2 can sit next to each other?" Kristal was like, "Yeah, I can move if you want." I really about strangled her then, but I knew she was just teasing me. So he sat across from me and didn't really look at me or say anything the whole time, but I don't blame him because it was an all around awkward experience. To add to the awkwardness everyone kept talking about how it was a coincidence that we met at a baby shower and how small the world is and all that stuff. I really wanted to talk about something else. I felt like I was going to pass out.
So aparently Seth's mom and Kat's mom are somehow related and his mom came up to visit and go to Kat's baby shower. Well Seth's mom wanted to spend more time with him so she told him to come to the baby shower so they could spend more time together before she drove back to Lehi. Anywho, so after about half an hour they both left, and I told Seth it was nice to meet him.
So yeah, terribly awkward experience. After that I just tried to slow my heartbeat down for about an hour or so. Why is my dating life such an interesting thing? I was talking to my friend Jessica and she and I both agree that I should publish a book about my funny life experiences and I'd be a millionaire, 'cause everyone enjoys hearing my stories. My mom said, "Lis, your life is like my soap opera. Thanks for adding some flavor to my life through your life." So for all of you readers of my blog out there I hope I've entertained you or at least put a smile on your face. My life is truly a unique one, and one that people should laugh at. So don't be embarrassed, go ahead and laugh. I do it every day. :) Love you all!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Anywho, I guess someone crashed it and then parked it in front of my apartment, but after the officer could tell I was telling the truth she let me go back inside to enjoy my movie.
Well, after that I left for home on Friday afternoon. My roommate Jessica and I were heading through the canyon and it was really annoying driving because my breaks weren't working the right way so I had to keep pumping my breaks to slow down. Anywho, every once in a while I'd catch myself speeding but I'd hurry and slow down. Sardine Canyon is really hilly so it's really annoying to break and then rev your engine every 5 seconds.
So then I pass a cop coming the opposite direction and I slowed down as quickly as I could. After he passed we were right into Brigham City, where the speed limit is 55. But there was so much traffic that there was no physical way I could go faster than 30. Anywho, a cop car pulls right behind me and I said to Jess, "Great, this is just what I want, a cop on my tail." Then the light turned green and the cop turned his lights on, signaling for me to pull off to the side of the road. I roll down my window, thinking that maybe my break lights are out or something like that. He says, "Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" I said, "Um...I think like 30." He sort of laughs like, "Oh you stupid child," but says instead, "Uh no, you were going 71." I'm like, "71, really? Oh, I thought I was going 30." Anywho, then he asks for my license and registration and I've never been pulled over before so I have no idea what I'm looking for. I know what my license is, and Jessica found the insurance thing, but we couldn't find the registration.
So he sort of sighs and says, "Ok, let me tell you something here. You never tell a law enforcement officer that you're going 30 when you were going well over that over in the canyon." I said, "Oh I'm sorry, that was my mistake, I thought you were talking about how fast I was going when you pulled me over, not back in the canyon. That was my mistake, I'm sorry." Then he's like, "You also need to have your registration and insurance easily accessible so that I don't have to wait while you look for it. And you need to make sure that you HAVE it in your car. And also, you have a flat tire and you need to get that pumped up." I told him that I was glad he told me that he told me that 'cause we tried to get that fixed but that I'd take it in the next day to make sure that they got it fixed. Anywho, he told me to go to the nearest Chevron and pump up my tire before I headed back out, and then he let me go. Don't get me wrong, I was relieved that I didn't get a ticket - I mean I'm a poor college student, I can't afford a ticket right now - but did he have to be so rude? I think that it really must be a requirement for them to be not tactful in the way they say things. That's probably why people cry sometimes when they get pulled over: they know what's coming and they're very sensitive.
Anywho, I'm glad I didn't get a ticket, and I drove pretty slow in the canyon on my way back up to Logan and I didn't get pulled over. Actually, Annie called me when I was about 10 minutes away from home and she's like, "Did you get pulled over yet?" and started laughing. Well, I managed to avoid getting arrested twice this week, so the Lord must really want me up here in college learning and not in jail. *wink*
Monday, August 11, 2008
Alright, well you know how I've been quilting a lot lately? Well my friend Bonnie and I were working on her quilt on Saturday. We were making good progress! She'd sew 2 pieces together and I'd cut off the excess material. So I was just kinda talking to her, not really paying close attention to the rotary cutter, and then I feel a stinging sensation on my left pointer finger. I knew I'd cut my finger, but as I looked down I realized that I had sliced off about a 1/4 of an inch of the tip of that finger completely off. Not wanting Bonnie to panic, I said, "Uh, I cut my finger, I gotta go upstairs." So she's like, "Ok, take your time." Then she told me she was kind of sewing and she looked over at the cutting board and saw the tip of my finger just kinda sitting there. Then she realized it was a pretty serious cut.
So my mom came in from weeding the back yard and she was freaking out. I wanted to start crying so I started laughing to avoid the crying. Anywho, we drove to the doctor's office with my finger tip in a cup of ice, but the doctor called a plastic surgeon and he said to just not reattach my finger. So they bandaged it up and it's been that way since Saturday. Today I have to go to a plastic surgeon and he's going to take a look at it at 1:30, but before I go I have to soak it in half water half hydrogen peroxide for AN HOUR. So yeah, I've been nauseous for 3 days and totally not looking forward to the doctor. I nearly passed out when they started wrapping it up, so I'm pretty sure I'll pass out when they take off the bandages. Barf.
Anywho, I would write more about the experience but I'm already nauseated enough as it is and I'm typing much slower than normal and it's driving me crazy! So let this be a lesson to all of you guys out there: be careful when you're quilting, especially with a rotary cutter. Those things will cut things off!
Oh, by the way, my dad starting calling me Stubs on Saturday. That's where stubs came from. :)
Friday, August 8, 2008
Okay, so I worked on a few baby blankets after I lost my last job, hoping to sell them so that I could make some money for the rest of the summer. Well, I'll show you pictures of them later, but I'm not going to sell them, 'cause they're too stinkin' cute! I am going to give some away when friends have babies or something, but yeah that are way too cute. I can't wait for you guys to see pictures of them!
So anywho, the day after we bought all of the material for the baby quilts I got a call from the staffing service that hired me and they told me they had a job for me to work at a call center. WOOT! So yeah, I trained there the 16th and the 17th of July and started work there full time Friday the 18th. It was 7-3:30 and $9.50 an hour. So yeah, that was totally great.
So I bought all my textbooks and felt really really good about life. I was still working on the baby quilts (let's face it, quilting is my new passion), but not as much since I was working. So my job was basically to answer the phone when it rang (which sometimes would be 40 minutes between calls). The "account" was for the L. L. Bean credit card, so all these old retired people would call in wanting to apply for the new L. L. Bean Visa card and I would just fill out their applications for them over the phone. It was really quite easy, and the people were really really nice. On my first day this old guy told me that I was a sweet and wonderful person and that life will get hard but I'll get through it and have a wonderful life because I'm such a nice and awesome person. I seriously almost teared up when he said that. He was seriously one of the sweetest old men I've ever come across. He told me a lot of things, like that his wife was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, even though he and she are 90 now, and she's just as beautiful as the day they got married. He's like, "Some men don't know a good thing when they got it, but I'm no fool, I know I've got the best one around." It was so cute! Anywho, I think I only had one angry caller the whole time I worked there, and they never raised their voice, they just calmly complained. It was a great job. Yes, you heard right, was.
Well first of all, my second Monday working there rolled around there, and I"d had bad allergies that weekend. So I was working for an hour and I had the hardest time breathing and talking. So I decided to go home and I went to the doctor and he said i was having an asthma attack. Yay. Anywho, the attack ended up lasting for 4 days, so I had to miss 4 days of work. So I get back on Friday and I'm really excited because my awesome friend Bonnie and I and also Laura and my cousin Emily are going to go to the midnight release of Breaking Dawn (the 4th book in the Twilight series) later that night. So I get to work, everything's going great, I'm finishing reading Eclipse and the people calling in are just as nice as ever. So then they called a meeting, and they told us that not enough customers are calling so they don't need the temps that were hired (including me). So that Friday ended up being my last day. Blast! But oh well, I made enough money to pay for my gas and my textbooks and a little play money leftover.
So Friday I went to Borders in Provo and went to the releasing of Breakin Dawn. I'm on page 600 right now, but it is one of the most amazing books I've ever read in my entire life! LOVE IT! But if any of you talk about the ending or anything about close to the end before I finish it you are all dead meat. Just thought I'd give you a fair warning. Anywho, the party wasn't the greatest, but once they lined us up to get the book the pressure and tension was unbearable. People were walking out with their new books and walking past the people still in line, and I seriously think they were trying to commit suicide by flaunting their prize around. I'm surprise no one died that night. In fact the tension was so thick that the next morning my friend Bonnie's and also my neck was sore and stiff and my shoulders were aching for a few days. Yeah, really tense. Anywho, so this book is amazing and I totally recommend it to anyone!
So anywho, after that my friend Bonnie and I decided that we would start making a quilt together for her and it's totally amazing! So I'll post pictures of that as well when we get her quilt done. It'll be freaking amazing!
Well most recently I weighed myself this morning and since I started Weight Watchers again at the beginning of the summer I've lost 17 pounds. Woot! I guess I should probably post some recent pictures of myself on here, shouldn't I? Ok I'll get that done as well.
Well I'm just getting ready for school other than that. Even though I'm unemployed I am still loving life! Ok now I've gotta go take those pictures so I'll post those up later today. Thanks to the rest of you for keeping your blogs up so I can read about your lives! I love you all!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Well, I'm out of a job again. The job I had was great and I loved being there, but they decided that they needed someone who would stay for longer than just the summer. Also I got accused of lots of things I didn't do, which wasn't too much fun, but whatever. At least I get to sleep in for a few more mornings, right? Plus, the staffing service that I'm working with is really awesome and they really like me so they keep recommending me for little jobs. Yesterday I worked as a receptionist at a realty place (they only needed me for one day) and all I did was answer the phone and read my book. That's it. I got paid $10 an hour to read my book and answer the occasional phone call. It was GREAT! If only I could get a full-time job like that, then my summer would totally be set haha.
Anywho, so now that I'm out of work again, if you know of any available jobs then please let me know. I really need to be making money. Hope all of you have a great week!
Friday, June 6, 2008
Well, I guess this is proof that my blog is just too popular. Annie was reading what I wrote about Josh and was wondering why there is nothing written about her on my blog. So yes, here we go.
Well Annie is the youngest in the fam, so naturally she's the most grown up for her age. She keeps the fam going by making sure that everyone is doing what they're supposed to be doing and loves to take charge. She really likes these neighbor kids we have and loves to play with them and watch them while their mom takes care of their new baby. She's always really helpful and always "looking out for the little guy." If I was her age and I was looking for a friend she would be the first on my list, and that's the truth. She is so loyal and will stick up for what's right no matter what! You can tell that she knows the church is true and she's willing to do all that's necessary to choose the right. She's really sweet, and very thoughtful. When I was at school she would call me at least twice a week asking when the next time was that I was coming home. Sometimes she'd make me "welcome home" signs when I'd come and visit for the weekend, and that always made me feel great. I love taking her out for a snow cone or out to Parker's for ice cream. I hope that she knows how much I love her and how much she means to me. She is actually my new roommate. She sleeps on a spare mattress on my floor next to my bed, and she loves reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid to me at night(one of the books I bought for she and Josh to read) and I'm always impressed with what a good reader she is. We have fun laughing at the funny things that happen to Greg in The Diary of a Wimpy Kid, and if you haven't read that book I highly recommend it. My roommates and I would cry because we were laughing so hard just reading that book.
Anywho, work has been going great and I really love working there. It'll be stressful at times but it'll be a lot of fun even through the stress. So everyone have a great day!
Thursday, June 5, 2008
So after the interview was over I drove home and I was just praying that I would get that job. So about 15 minutes after I arrived home (did I mention that this job is in American Fork and it only takes about 5 minutes to drive there?!), I got a call from the staffing service. They said that the company just loved me in the interview and wanted to hire me! WOOT! They said that they had 2 other interviews the next day but they decided to cancel those 'cause they just loved me so much! So yeah, I was pretty ecstatic! Plus they decided to pay me $11 an hour because I have experience and I'm working Monday through Friday from 8-5! DOUBLE WOOT! Anywho, they wanted me to start today (Thursday) and I told them I was babysitting my siblings while my mom was at girls camp and my dad was on a business trip. They said, "That's fine, we understand, can you come in from 1-4 on Thursday and Friday?" So I was like, "Heck yes!" So I'm getting trained part-time this week and then next week I start full-time. So they were really easy going and understanding about me babysitting and they seem just as excited as I am to work with me, so I am just totally excited to get working there today!
So yeah, the Lord answers prayers and he is always watching out for us! I really wanted a job at Roberts a few weeks ago and I was praying so hard that I would get it. But they only pay $7.50 an hour and only hire part-time mostly. So imagine if I would've gotten that job, then I wouldn't have had this great opportunity to earn much more, enough money to make up for the fact that I haven't worked for almost a month, and in an office environment (which I love) with people that I know will be totally awesome to work with! The Lord really knows everything, and I am so grateful that he has been watching out for me. Because I got this job and not the one at Roberts I will be able to pay for my housing this summer. That means I can keep my job at Utah State, another job that I absolutely love with people that I absolutely love to work with and I can do my homework and stuff while I'm working there! I'm just in awe about how much the Lord loves me and how he really knows my needs and wants. Never doubt that the Lord loves you and knows your needs and wants as well! Have a great day!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
A fart machine.
He brought this lovely specimen into my room one night a few weeks ago. He said that on the internet he had learned how to make one of these and it was guaranteed to make a noise that sounded like you were farting. Well of course me, being the skeptic that I am with such things (I have always been a firm believer that the real fart is really the only thing that sounds even remotely close to itself) I asked him to demonstrate how it works. So, he wound up the washer on the rubber bands pretty tight, but not so tight that it would break. Then he sat on the bed with the fart machine underneath, lifted his bottom, and lo and behold the farting sound broke forth!!! It was amazing, and brought a tear to my eye. Never had a fake sound of a fart sounded so real! It was truly a magical moment.
So, Josh of course was very proud, and we laughed about it for quite some time. He explained to me that since he is in 6th grade and he is never going to see most of his classmates or his teachers ever again he was going to use it on his last day of school. But we tried the fart machine on a hard surface and it sounds terrible, so I told him that his seats were hard and that it would sound terrible. He smiled and responded, "Oh, I've already got that problem figured out. I'll just bring a hoodie and then I'll sit on it and that'll make the sound. I've done it before, so it'll still work." Haha oh man that was funny. I was surprised he'd done it before.
So he decided to make a lot and try to sell them at school. He was telling me his selling tactic, explaining that once he demonstrated how the device worked they'd be selling like hot cakes! He said he'd set up an area on the playground where he would sit down and people would line up to buy one. They'd ask, "Well how does it work?" He'd smile and respond, "Well, friend, I'm glad you asked!" Then he would shift his weight, lift a leg, and let 'er rip! Then he'd say, "How many can I set you up for today?" Oh baby oh baby, I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.
So he came home from school that day and I asked him how business was going. He said it was good, he'd sold a couple and made a couple of bucks, but he'd spent most of recess sitting on the curb asking people to pull his finger. He said that random people would come up to him and he'd say, "Hey, pull my finger." Then they'd pull his finger and he'd let the fart machine work its magic. Then I said, "Well Josh, after you made the fart noise you showed them it was fake, right?" He said, "No, I just let them walk off and think that it was real." Oh man, that was hilarious!
Well, Josh still uses the fart machine every once in a while, but the big hype was just before school got out. If you want instructions on how to make one, you can look it up online or I'll tell Josh and he can sent you instructions haha. Josh let me tell this story on one condition: that I tell you he was obsessed with farts. I didn't think it was necessary to say that, but he insisted. Anywho, my family and I have been laughing about this ever since it happened. My dad was even crying with laughter. If only you guys could have been there to witness the magic, your lives would never be the same. Anywho, I'll write more later. I'm still looking for a job if anyone knows a job that's available. Sorry it took me so long to write again, but I've been helping my mom a lot. Anywho, hope you all have a great day and had a good laugh!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Job searching has always been one of my least favorite things in life. Can't I just get paid to stay at home with my mom and help her clean the house and run errands? PLEASE?!?! *sigh* Well there are many problems with finding jobs. Allow me to provide reasons why it's hard to find a job for the summer (particularly this summer):
1. I refuse to work fast food (like Wendy's or McDonald's).
A. The fact that they're cooking fast food makes the working area inside actually hotter than the air is outside.
B. I need more money than minimum wage.
C. I stopped smelling like a high school student about 2 years ago.
D. Occasionally I like fast food and I don't want my tastes to be influenced by things I've seen go on behind the counter.
2. Employers absolutely love it when someone comes in for an interview and says, "Oh, by the way, I'll only be here for the summer then I'll be moving back to Logan to return to school." Right about then the employer says, "Thank you for your time, we'll be in touch." I'm out of the office before I can even get the seat warm.
3. On top of the fact that I will only be here during the summer, my family is also moving to Texas this summer and I am moving with them. Unfortunately we are not sure when we are moving exactly, so I could have to leave a job anytime throughout the summer. Try telling that to an employer.
4. I want a job where I won't have to travel much. Last year I had to drive to Provo and back every day which cost me about $200 a month in gas. Money that could have gone to food, books, more tuition paid, etc. Plus my mom and Andrew had to share a car last summer and I can assure you that neither of them would be too eager to do that again. So yeah, local job would be really nice.
Well, there you have it. Four reasons why it has been hard for me to find a job. I am going to an agency that will help me find a job today, so hopefully that will be good. Anywho, I'm sorry I haven't written in this for a while, I've been running errands with my mom and trying to find jobs and stuff (go figure). But don't you worry, I'll keep you all updated on what's going on in my life. My life is just too funny not to let you know what's going on. Have a good day!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Okay, so Monday was my dad's birthday but he was gone to Texas. So last Friday my parents went on an overnight trip to Salt Lake just to celebrate his birthday. So anywho, they were on their way home and they had to go on this weird route or something and someone was getting arrested for car theft. So my dad rolled down the window to see if he could catch anything about what was going on. So then my mom leans out the window and yells, "Make better choices!" Haha yeah that made me laugh.
So while my dad was telling this story he told another story of when my parents were first married. They were driving around looking at houses and stuff and then some kids started throwing apples at their car. So of course my dad pulls over and he starts giving the kids a talking to. He says, "You know, what if you would've dented my car? Would you have wanted to pay for the damage to the car?" The kids kinda hung their heads and were like, "No." Then my mom yells out the window in the car and yells, "Yeah! Next time throw apples at someone else's car!" Haha my dad was like, "Well honey that's not really my point, I'm trying to get them to stop throwing apples all together but yeah..." Haha it was hilarious! Man, I love stories like that.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Okay, so there's a credit I need to take to graduate called a quantitative intensive course. So I want to take Math 2020, which is basically 4th grade math, or so I've heard. Well in order to get into this class it says that I need to have a satisfactory result on the math placement exam or a 25 or higher on the math portion of the ACT. Well, I took the ACT when I was a senior in high school (about 2 years ago) and I got a 25 on the math portion, but it still wouldn't let me into the class. So I called one of the math advisers up and asked her why I couldn't register. She said that my ACT information is only good for a year so I need to take a test to see if I'm as smart as I was when I took the test. Yeah.
Anywho, so I ended up taking the test today, but it was quite the process. So I got out of class at 11:30 and instead of going home then coming back to take the test at 1:30 I decided to stay at school and eat at the HUB and just kind of wander around. So I went to the Geology building and kind of wandered around for like an hour or two, and then I headed to their lab at 1:30. So this lady named Angela and I were waiting there and then no one showed up. So I called the math department at 1:45 and I asked why no one was at the lab. The receptionist said, "Well that's because it's Thursday and we don't do the lab on Thursdays anymore, ok?" So yeah, I was mad 'cause I'd wasted my whole day waiting for this test. So Angela and I went to the adviser for the math department and asked her if we could schedule another time for the test. She said, "Oh, you can just take it in my office right now if you want to!" So yeah, it took us a while to set up the test and everything but she set it up for us, I took it, and she got onto her computer as soon as I was done with the test and let me register for that math test I needed! WOOHOO!!! That was really nice of her to do, and it really turned my horrible wasted day completely around. I love people who care about other people!
Well school is almost out! Next week is my last week of school until this fall, and I'm pretty stoked! I've already finished all of my papers and such so I just have to show up to class and stuff. So yeah, life is pretty easy right now. A week from Monday I'm going to pack up all of my stuff and then the next day, Tuesday the 29th I believe, I'm going to be moving home! WOOHOO!!! "I'm coming home, baby." (quoted from Michael Buble for those of you who didn't know). Then I have to figure out the job situation and everything, and I'm really not looking forward to that at all. *sigh* Oh well at least I won't need to worry about assignments for 4 months haha. Everyone have a good day!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Well, registration is next week, so the phones will be pretty hectic at work. For those of you who don't know, I work as a general operator for the university. So we get a bunch of calls and we transfer them to where they need to go, give them directions, all that good stuff. Anywho, registration is next week, and the office that takes care of registration has, conveniently, decided to change their phones for the rest of this week and next week. So that means that the week of registration they will not be answering their phones because their phones will be getting changed. So, guess who gets to take care of all the angry callers that will be calling next week because that office won't be answering their phones? Yeah...me. I'm excited.
I personally think that everyone in the world should have a customer service job for at least a month or two so they get a chance to deal with a few difficult people. That way no one will be difficult on the phone because they know what it's like to deal with mean people. Anywho, it may be just a dream, but I can dream, can't I?
So anyway, I'm pretty happy because I got all of my papers done on Tuesday so I have absolutely nothing to do for the rest of the semester except go to class and turn in my papers and give a few presentations on my papers. WOOHOO! And I'm moving out on April 29th! I can't wait to go back home!
Anywho, this is short but I had to write something right? I'll write more when something else exciting happens haha.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Actually the truth is that didn't happen haha. Happy April Fools Day! And that's not my hand either. But I'll be sure to let you know when I eventually get engaged to someone haha. But do you know what did happen to me and my roommate this week?
Okay, so yesterday my roommate Mallory and I were driving to go buy some groceries. We were jamming out to her 80's music and having a good time. Well anywho, we didn't see the light turned red and we rear-ended someone. It was like a replay of the accident I was in with my family a few years ago, so yeah I was pretty terrified. So the guy gets out of his car, and Mallory and I realized that we'd hit a "little person" like on that show "Little People, Big World." Anywho, so I was pretty terrified at this point and he started pounding on Mallory's driver-side window, yelling at her to roll down the window. So Mallory rolled down her window and he said, "I'm not happy." So I said, "Oh really? Which one are you?"
Haha, yet another April Fools joke. Anywho, Hope you guys have a great day!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Spongebob: "Squidward I used your clarinet to unclog my toilet!"
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Anywho, so we turned in our second story on Monday this week, the last one we'll have to turn in this semester. Anywho, she wanted our stories to be primarily based on research. So I thought it would be fun to see if I could write a good horror story so I wrote a story about a Ted Bundy wannabe and I thought it was pretty good. So I researched him and all that stuff and it took me 6 hours to write my 8-page story. So anywho, I walk into class yesterday (Wednesday) and Professor Stark walks in and tells us that our stories were full of stupid cliches. Then she took a line from everyone stories and put them up on the overhead and had us all read them and said things like, "Be original, this is crap! I've heard it all before, this is worthless! This one I put lots of cliches that you had but I also put some spelling errors up there because I thought that was sort of ridiculous." So she's basically telling us we're no good, and most of us are aspiring to become writers. So after all of that, she's like, "I need to see all of group five (which I'm in) and a few other people (then she listed off the names)." So I went up to her after class and she's like, "Alisa, your story is really good so don't burn it or anything, but it's what I would consider genre fiction so it doesn't fulfill our purpose for this class. Now if there was a genre fiction contest I would enter that one, but the characters are flat and stuff and it's cliche so you need to write a new story.
I was pretty shocked, and really mad. So I asked if maybe I framed it differently if that would work and she said, "No I want you to completely do a new story. You have until next Wednesday." So yeah, I wanted to cry 'cause I'd spend 6 hours on that stupid paper all together. So I thought about writing a story about a student that really hates her professor because she's making her redo an assignment, but I decided against that in the end for obvious reasons. Anywho, so I spent about 4-5 hours writing a new 8-page paper yesterday and um...it was pretty annoying. So yeah, this entry is in red 'cause I was pretty furious about it.
So anywho, blue is my favorite color, so I'll end in this color. Quite the contrast. It reminds me of those really good blue popsicles that we get all the time in the summer.
I personally preferred the rootbeer ones but blue is fine too I suppose. Anywho, so today I also totally fell on some ice while I was texting a friend of mine. Yeah, I have nice bruises to prove it. Then about 5 minutes later I hear this "FOUR!" and I looked up and a frisbie was about a foot away from my face and I dodged it just in time. Yay for funny accidents!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Well, it's that time again: Easter time. Okay, so Easter was yesterday, I understand that, but I didn't have time to type it yesterday.
So I don't know about the rest of you, but my family takes Easter egg hunts pretty darn seriously. I'm not joking when I say it' s a war. Everyone is very protective of their Easter eggs, especially the one we have every year at my grandparents' house because money is involved. Now, a few years ago there were enough youngsters where the little kids went first for about one minute (which let me tell you, it seems like an eternity to us older kids), then the older kids were allowed out to search for the eggs. But this year the youngest child to hunt for eggs was my sister, Annie, and she's 8 years old. The next ones up were 12, so my grandparents decided to let us all go at once.
Never before has so much adrenaline surged through my veins. My cousins, the boys who are all younger and bigger than me, taunted me, telling me they would get to the eggs sooner than I would, and then they'd speed off in front of me. My competitive side took over and, no longer caring if i looked like an idiot, I ran from egg to egg, not caring how easy or hard they were to get. If someone saw an egg I raced in that direction to try to get the egg before them. The English have their "hunt" of foxes and other such animals, but the Easter egg hunt is my "hunt." Maybe next year I'll rent some dogs that have skills in sniffing out Easter eggs. Yes that will be fantastic!
Ok, so the hunt only lasted about 5 minutes tops and then everyone headed inside. I didn't get as many eggs as I wanted but I did get $6 and lots of candy! But even after you get your candy in a bag and all that the war is still not over. It's a well-known fact in our family that you've got to hold on to your Easter candy or it'll be gone before you know it. You can be sure that I always had an eye on my candy. I have many cousins who wouldn't hesitate one second to eat my candy. Unfortunately, I took my eye off of my candy for just a few minutes and came back to find that all of my favorite candies had been eaten by my cousin. CURSES! Maybe next year I'll learn.
That was Saturday. Even on Sunday my family was eager for hunting the Easter eggs the Easter bunny had left. So when we came downstairs, Annie had just picked up eggs she had seen on her way downstairs and already had about 15 eggs in her basket. We kept calling her a cheater and stuff, but my dad told us not to make such a big deal out of it. If he only knew how important that candy was to us, he'd understand why we reacted the way we did. Everyone knows that the candy the Easter bunny leaves is always the best candy of the year. But everything turned out alright. I got The Cat in the Hat (the cartoon) and Green Eggs and Ham (including The Sneetches, The Zax, and Grinch Night. Also a cartoon). Plus lots of candy.
Anywho, I hope you all had a great Easter! Mine was great!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Christian Bale is one of the best looking actors on the face of the earth, and one of my favorites right now. I mean I look at him and sometimes I just get sick 'cause he's so good looking! Ha ha, just kidding. Anywho, just thought I'd put his picture up. Have fun admiring him, he's just so good looking. I'm sorry, I can't get over it....that and I felt like I needed another picture on my page ha ha.
Well I'm just sitting here at work and I'm overly excited that EASTER IS COMING!!! First of all one of my favoritest cousins is coming to sleepover at my house and doing the Easter egg hunt and everything. It will be fantastic!
So with Easter coming up, my mind is prone to wander back to the days of my childhood. Have any of you seen the movie Peter Cottontail? Um if you haven't you're a loser and you're childhood is greatly lacking in fun and joy. It's made by those people that do those Santa Claus is Coming to Town and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer movies (if you haven't seen those I don't know how you got through life and lived this long). Anywho, it's pretty much one of the best movies ever. The main song goes, "Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail, hippity hoppity Easter's on it's way! Gifts for every girl and boy, baskets full of Easter joy....something....something....happy Easter DAY!!!!" Yeah, it's a good one. I get tears in my eyes just thinking about it. Anywho, I'm going home on Friday and I can guarantee that I will be watching that movie this weekend. It brings on the Easter spirit. "In Spring the Easter Bunny never SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPS!" Thank you, thank you! If you could really hear my voice singing that I'm pretty sure you would be crying.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Well, it's day 2 of my new blog, and I was just trying to look through some of my pictures so that I could have some sort of visual on my page and this is what I found! Lots of people ask if that is my eye. The answer is no, but my eyes are just as cool and beautiful as the one in the picture. *wink* If you look closely you can see the planets and stuff in the eye. Anywho, it's a pretty awesome picture, and I thought someone might want to take a look at it.
Also, there was a time in my life where I just loved pictures of roses and pictures of roses so here's one of my favorites. I was always looking for blue roses too because I'd heard that they existed but I've never seen one. But yeah, I really like dark blue and stuff, it's my favorite color. Plus this picture is pretty much awesome so that's another reason why I decided to post it. I'll try to get some pictures of me up there but all of the pictures that I have of me are actually at home, so you're going to have to wait until spring break. HA! Anywho, enjoy the pictures, and have a great day!