I Wanna Be A Country Rockstar!!!

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As many of you know, I recently acquired a brand-new hat. I like it lots and lots. It is sitting on top of my TV, and it makes me happy to see it, just sitting there. Up until Maria and I watched the devotional, my hat was accompanied by a face (I give all credit--and blame--to Jon). When I am doing dishes, I put on my dish-doing hat, and life isn't so bad anymore. When I am watching a movie, I put on my hat, and the movie is better times ten (or five better). When I need to feel like a real live cowgirl, I put on my hat, and it's easier to imagine.
Anyways, one time (this afternoon) I was listening to my music, and this song came on, and I realized--I do want to be a Country Rockstar! I think that would be the best ever. So what do you say guys? Let's ditch this whole college thing, write some songs, hit the road, and we can all be Country Rockstars together!!! I will let you share my hat...maybe.

Yay for cleaning checks...even if we weren't exactly "checked" per se, we are definitely clean! I wish that clean rooms weren't so entropic... 

"We must allow her to be an excellent walker." Today I felt like Billy. Don't worry, I've parolled the borders of my world, and all seems to be okay--except for the man that was walking behind me as I went to school, shouting obscenities at some unseen person. He seemed to be in distress. I did not stop to see if I could help, however. After that I made a quick stop in at my New Testament class, then came back to the apartment and ate breakfast. Then I visited my Mother in Orem for a couple of minutes, leaving my home fully laden with glasses, wig, fur coats and drawers (no, not those kind of drawers). I walked in the door at my office, and everyone's face lit up. Sweet, huh? Nope. I was the person nominated to take the stinky gym bag full of sweaty disgusting-ness down to the trainers' office. They didn't want it either, but I refused to touch it any longer. Then I got to check classes for Schnootz. Before I left, the director of the Academic Office, E.J., caught me. "Are you going up to campus? I have some things I need you to take." Yeah, okay, no problem. I mentally calculated my route: I had 45 minutes to duck into the raquetball courts, climb the RB stairs, barrel through the Talmage Building, race around the JKHB, storm the Administration Building, clamber up to the top of the Maeser Building, make haste to the Snell Building (yeah, I know--??? It's accross from the Crabtree and the Wilk), and hustle back to the JSB for my 2 o' clock class. Did I make it? You betcha. Was I tired? You betcha. Did I hafta sit on the floor because no one leaves any aisle seats open? Yes. I did. But that's okay, because my duties were accomplished and I finally felt like a useful employee. After class, I set out on the bus for the bank. No worries guys! Now I have six dollars in my account!!! =P Then I walked home. All in all, it was an arduous but fulfilling afternoon! Phew! 

So this one time, I had this awesome date (and by one time, of course, I mean last night--just for clarification). I had never been to an oratorium before, and this one was great. Then, the next day, I read his blog. And smiled. 

Fun Tidbits From Work

Amber: Hey Manaia (Brown), where's the chocolate?
Manaia: What Chocolate?
Amber: It's your turn to bring it in.
Manaia: I'm all the chocolate that you need.

Shaun Nua (who is 6'5-ish, working on an assignment/something): Hey Amber, can I take a break?
Amber (who is pushing 5 feet): No way. Keep going. Get back to work!
Just a funny situation...I love the way she bosses all of those big guys!

Amber: What do you call two Mexicans playing basketball? Juan on Juan!

Some days I love my job. Yay.

When Funshine is on your shirt, can you really even think about having a rotten day? That's what I thought. 

Digital Jump For Joy

Wednesdays are all right, I have discovered. One merely needs to make friends with the day before it really gets going, and voila! It isn't nearly so trying. Besides, when a day such as today is shining outside of your window, life can't be nearly so bad! This morning I discovered the cause of all of my emotional upheaval, and it has been dealt with. Yeah, boys can be idiots (the thud=my heart. 'nuff said). But then you catch them looking for you and they ask you on a REAL date! And you kind of forgive them for being male, which makes you want to grab your hair and pull (hence, my picture) because you were THROUGH with guys yesterday. Swore up and down, amidst incredulous looks...slightly fearful incredulous looks (thanks for worrying about me guys). So then you know that you should probably be reading the studies in your syllabus for your next class, but heck with that, they don't make sense anyways, and since your teacher wrote the dang things, he can explain them to you--as long as he shows up to class, that is. So then you come to the computer lab and vent your pent up sunshiney-day/slash (that one's for you, Meagan)/what-do-boys-think-they-are-doing feelings. Once, I saw divine comedy man on campus. Unfortunately, he did not have his mini toy guitar. Alas.

So this one time, I felt like this. And I saw this picture, and I laughed, and felt the need to add it to my blog. But it's okay. I think I will be all right. 

STOP THE INSANITY!!!

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A Tribute to Frankie Boy...and Westlife

I'll admit that I've been known to turn to chocolate when those rough times hit. Which is understandable--it does wonders for me. Most of you probably wonder why I don't look like my alter-ego Bertha more often. Well, I can only take that much attention every once in a while, and that's the truth. To get back to the point of this post though, Frank Sinatra's music may well be an even better cure than chocolate. I dunno, there's something about that big-band trumpet music that just cheers me right up! I love it. Now whenever I am having inner conflicts, over school, boys, or anything at all, I can just turn on Meagan's Westlife: Allow us to be Frank CD. Ahhhhhh. Can you get any better than Westlife singing Frank Sinatra? Nope. That's what I thought!

Fine! See If I Care...(but I still do--shoot!)

Bah! This whole crush thing is really putting me on a self-conscious streak! So what if every time I visit his apartment I feel like I'm intruding and that he wants me out of the door as quickly as possible...I don't care that I feel a little bewildered and insignificant when I find myself ushered out onto his doorstep with a quick goodbye-and-door-shut-in-the-face, right? Of course right! Because I like me, and that means it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, right? Of course right! It's probably that he feels uncomfortable when I'm in his home territory, right? Of course right! Now if only I could get Yenta to find me a man to date...Which reminds me that I kinda like this whole psycho I don't know what the heck I'm doing feeling--at least, it's better than the alternative--I could be set up with a butcher with a crazy, dead, screaming-her-head-off wife! Wow. That just made me feel a whole lot better.