Creeeeaaaakk..k..k.....

There are some things that I just won't do in broad daylight. I prefer, in fact, to wait until the dead of night. There's something so exhilarating about flighing high, swooping down, then rising to the top once again. It messes up my hair and takes my breath away. But I have to wait until it's dark to swing on the swings. Why, you ask? I will tell you. My rear end no longer fits inside the swing! It's not very flattering. Nor comfortable. So my joyous, exhilarating rides have become somewhat secretive and limited. Getting old is hard.

Falling Down

You know how, when toddlers teeter, and then fall over, they immediately look to their parents? If Mommy jumps up and fusses over the crash, the tot's face will likely squash up for a good howl. If they hear a "Nice one! Just try again!" they will probably pick themselves up and go tottering for a couple more steps.

I'm tired of people fussing. I'm only twenty for heaven sakes! I know you want nieces and nephews, Zach, but that's no reason for you to ask Dad to bless me to find the right man SOON in my back-to-school blessing. Yeah, everyone in my extended family, I am not married. Sad day. Get over it. I'm just fine toddling my way through life. I'm not nearly mature enough to make such a big commitment. I know that, and I'm quite content. But with all this fussing, I feel a howl coming on.

I apologize if this sounds bitter. I promise that it does not represent my true feelings. I just can't help wondering sometimes if maybe I should be more worried--since everyone else seems to be. Thanks for listening.

Bad Day

I really like that new song by Daniel Powter. And it's awesome when you had a bad day for REALS and it plays on your way home from work.

If I had subtitles for this blog, it would be "Okay, fine. I'll be your friend--if you pay me!" Keep that in mind.

So. Rotten day. I won't go into all the details, but it started last night. =P. I left my keys inside Kneaders again. That means I had to get a ride home from Amber, and I had to have someone make an extra trip with me this morning to get the car. But, you know. Whatever. Except--AAHHHH!!! Today is laundry day. My keys are at the laundry. I cannot find even the number for the laundry people. Luckily they are easily identifiable, as I am still using a bright yellow carebear as a keychain.

I got a letter from the scholarship comittee. Life just got a whole lot more complicated...but hey, it's a growing experience, right? It will be good for me. I will grow, and be a better person for it. But I felt like a failure with a capital F in big red letters. Rough.

Then I had to go to work. Ew yuck. I got to work. Oh--I got my laundry done. That is very happy news. So. Bob (my manager) spent the rest of his shift telling me that "You've never had a bad day in your life." I looked at him like, "Stupid man. I don't know if you are trying to make me feel bad--probably not. What do you maean you can read my aura?" Ugh. Or he would be like, "How much will you give me for your keys?" When I knew very well he didn't have them. but every time he said it, I wished he did so bad! Jerk.

So then, when Colleen came up and said, "Adriane," in that voice that means, "I have something to tell you..." I braced for impact. I had been terribly annoyed with her the day before, and I still tense up whenever she talks to me. "I was watching you with the customers..." Man! I am working my butt off for you!!! Interacting with the customers is the only thing I really love about this job--don't you DARE tell me I'm bad at it! "and you were amazing!" *Jaw drop* I wish I could have seen my face. I'm pretty sure it was hilarious. "You do such a wonderful job, and I really appreciate the way you suggestive sell things." By this time, my jaw was on the floor, and I was stammering my thanks to her when she said, "In fact, I'm going to give you a one dollar raise on your next paycheck." Holy cow! What did you do with the Colleen I knew? For two seconds, I considered taking back my two weeks notice. I don't think she knows about it. Lol...only I came to my senses, thanked her, turned around, and made that same face I accidentally make when beautiful men talk to me using my name and I don't want to scream.

So if YOU happen to be having a bad day ;P, hang in there. Eventually, things will look up. Something good has to happen, even if it's only an extra dollar an hour for the last 7 days you work. Or maybe you will be weeding your yard and not see a single spider! Or maybe you'll just get all of your laundry done.

Mmmm...

"Adriane, what do you when you get home from your trying, on-you-feet-for-eight-hours job? Do you fall into bed, exhausted and in pain?"
"No Larry, actually, I like to go home and write blogs and watch the Little Mermaid."

Pah ha ha--well, if Julia and Zach happen to be watching the BEST Disney movie ever, I won't argue. My one regret about Disneyland is that I didn't get a picture with Ariel. I need to go sometime with a group of friends that won't mind me waiting in a forever long line to take a picture with some strange girl in an ugly red wig. Because they will be right there in line with me. And we should go this year sometime, because they have the BEST FIREWORKS EVER!!! EVER!!!! I am ruined to city park fireworks forever. *sigh*

Well, naturally, I still have more to write, but Ursula is about to take over the entire ocean, and someone needs to be there to see that everything turns out alright. K Bye!

A Blog About Lauren

So much time, and so little to do! Strike that--reverse it (for all of us OLD Willie Wonka fans ;).

Guys. I have so much to blog about! The payamas, and the little bit of sunshine in my cynical world, Disneyland, work, getting ready for school, scary old men that make me think of Jena and her scary old men... But I don't have time tonight. Because my Dad keeps calling on the intercom, and he is sleepy and so am I. So for tonight, I will just point your attention to my sister's link on the right hand side of my blog. Because I am pretty excited that I finally got her to create one. YESSSS!!! And she is coming to college, which is weird but exciting. And none of you boys are allowed to ask her out without my permission. Um...that's all.

I Don't Wanna Grow Up

So I was sitting in the hospital with my Mom for four hours yesterday, and it reaffirmed what I'm always known: I don't want to be the grown-up. Ever. I don't want them talking to ME about the results of the test or what medications to take, or when she's allowed to drive again. I don't want to be the one in the next cubicle calling my family and telling them that "Mom's going to be really tired today...how about if you come to see her tomorrow instead" and "they let her get up to go to the bathroom and she broke her tailbone..." I don't want to answer my Mom's nervous questions over and over because she can't remember that she asked me the same thing five minutes ago--let alone the answer I gave her. I don't want to see her on her side coming back from the test with an oxygen tube in her nose, pale and unconscious. It scared me, to be completely honest. I don't want to do it again. Luckily, our worries were unfounded, and she is okay (big cheer for Mom!!!), so I won't have to do that again for ten more years, but I still don't want to be the grownup. Ever.

What If the Hokey Pokey Really IS What It's All About?!?

Well???

Someday that is going on a sign on my wall. When I get cutesy-craftsy. Which is on my list of things to do...and if I could ever find the stupid list, I would maybe get to it! =P

In other news, I should never ever ever EVER go to sheet music stores, even if it's just a quick stop to get the Wicked music for my Mom (YAY!!!). Cuz I will end up spending $40 of my own money as well...but hey. For Josh Groban? Yeah. It's worth it. Remember when it rained? Sigh. And Lonestar, my friends. Yes, I am all set.

In other other news, I'm not so sure I really like The Light In the Piazza. I know that I have only mentioned it to probably one person reading this (it's the latest Tony winner--Best Musical of the Year), but it's not all that it's cracked up to be. I do really like a couple of the songs on it, however. Thank goodness for the Library, and I didn't have to buy the whole stinkin' CD to find out.

So I'm doing the Program for our ward tomorrow, and I was finding the titles to the hymns online--you know the awesome Hymn thing on lds.org, that plays a note whenever you scroll over the different titles, and when you keep doing it it makes a song? It's I Am a Child of God right now. I liked it when it was The Spirit of God too. Is it bad if I have to play with it every time I get on?

Well, I'm off. No work for me for NINE WHOLE DAYS!!!! Yesssss..... (that was a Napoleon, please read it as such). I love you all, and miss you like crazy!!!

I Just Feel Listless, and I Don't Really...

My face is falling off, but I only bugs me when it's burning. I like my job...some of the time. Crabby boss lady likes me lots now. I have to get out of there before the tide turns again. My current life's ambition is to close faster than I did the last night. When I'm not at work, I'm too tired to do much of anything. My hair is "sensible." Granted, it was an 8-year-old-hispanic girl that told me this, but still. I bought a sparkly pink cowgirl hat. A WESTLIFE one. Excellent...nyeh...whatever. I don't know if I really feel anything anymore. Is that a problem? Am I broken? How long have I been broken and not realized it? I can't find my feelings, but it doesn't keep me from messing with other people's. Is guilt a feeling? I want to go away, but my face kind of hurts...

The Half-Blood Prince

I was right! (Said with great triumph). Of course, i was wrong about a lot of stuff too. I was glad this book was so much better than the 5th--that one was such a disappointment! I'm glad Harry finally shaped up, too. I guess I can't write anymore, since some of you haven't finished yet!

There's a Snake in My...Hat?!?

So this one time, I was examining my life, looking for something to blog about. And then something happened. Okay, so it wasn't that exciting, but it was cool, and I have had lotsa fun finding cool links for to tell you such news. I was doing the drive thru last night, and when I opened the window to tell this boy his total, he looked at me kind of funny, kind of like he was waiting for me to react to something. He had a dang awesome cowboy hat on, but I was kind of busy, so I just told him to pay me, and took him credit card. I came back to get him to sign the receipt, and realized. There was this cool plastic snake wrapped around his hat. That's...uh...different. Then it moved. Bah! There's a ...SNAKEon your hat! And it's alive! And really big!!! But I still didn't really say anything, because I knew he wanted me to. So I told Amber (a girl I work with) about it, and let her give the order out so she could see it. That was a let down--she didn't even notice! Well, that's all...Bye Bye Now!

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Hey, if Simple Plan can do it, I can too.

So, I met the cutest, nicest old lady yesterday! She came into Kneaders in a group of little old ladies. I suddenly saw myself in 50 years. You see, she was SIX FOOT ONE. Sigh. We were fast friends. And I met someone named Taj. Lol...it isn't an "o" in the middle, but I figured it was close enough. I wanted to put Metzup on the order ticket, but...I was afraid he would think I was laughing at him. So I didn't.

So I've been sitting here trying to think of more stuff to write, but I'm having spectacular writer's block. I think I'm going to go and...take a nap-slash-clean my room? Lol...we'll see what wins.

The Grim.

Yes. There I was, late last night, after a long car ride home full of "quality time together." (It's funny on so many levels guys, but I guess you had to be there). I walked up to my garage door, expecting to open it, walk inside, up three steps, and through the mud room door into my home sweet home, where my big soft bed with freshly cleaned sheets awaited me. I am here to tell you to NEVER let your guard down. You may think that your world is just as it seems, that everything is the same as it always has been. But you never know when the grim may come bounding out of your every day normal life, just like he came bounding out of my garage at me.

Luckily I remembered that my cousins brought there huge black lab with them to visit from Nevada. Luckily Rocko remembered that he had seen me inside of the house he was visiting. Luckily black labs are generally very gentle. So I gave him a good scratching as I sat on those three steps, and thought about stuff. I really want a dog.

Do YOU Know Who These Guys Are?

So, this one time, I got an e-mail, and it had a link on it to this Way Cool Movie. I think that I have seen it before, but not when I knew who the actors were. So, anywho, I thought y'all would enjoy it. Cheers!

Bish the Fish

My Dad has a new nickname. Not as cool as Thorpedo, but almost. I'm just glad he's home alive. And afraid to go canoeing with my ward. I want a J-Rig!

Pink!!!

I love it. It's such a great color.

One time, when I was young, I loved nail polish. I had this HUGE collection, with every color imaginable, plus glitters and glow-in-the-dark and change-color-in-the-sun. And the occasional set of BYU football tickets. =P So I took said nail polish to Mexico over Christmas--so fun! The girls were tickled, well, pink to have painted nails. I lost track of the box during our late-night evacuation, however, and only own a few select colors now.

I know, you are all sad. But please let me assure you that it's okay. I haven't even painted my nails in years, and the bright blue paint? As Dad would say, "that color's not found in nature." (It was a sad day for him when I stopped looking shamed that my toes were mossy green, and told him that since moss is found in nature, so is mossy green.) So. I haven't even missed the stuff.

Where is this blog going, one might wonder? Well, I will tell you. Today I got a pedicure. Mom and I have wanted to do it together as a girly, bonding experience type thing. Grandma gave her a gift certificate, because her neighbor does them. So Mom called her up to schedule a buy-one-get-one free (BOGO) pedicure adventure. Unfortunately, they take TWO HOURS!!!!!! So, she did hers yesterday, and I did mine today. Anyways, my toes are now pink. Very pastel pink. Lurid, one might say. It doesn't really work for me...I laugh every time I look at my toes. Oh well. It was an experience. The lady was crazy! I had to focus all energy at not looking at her like I thought so.

Speaking of bonding experiences, last night Zach and I had a burping contest. I was shocked at myself, but hey, now we're even better buds than before. Julia kept yelling for Zach to stop it--"That's gross!" Pah ha ha...some of the best ones were mine though. Hmm...that's not something that I should probably share with you. Oh well.

Curse You, Monotronics!!!

And everyone associated with you.

This one time, we set of the alarm at work...

Twice.





Dangit!

Hello, How Are You, How've You Been?

Yesterday Left My Head Kicked In...

Well, it's cool on the song, anyway. Don't worry. My head is fine. But there is too much for me to write about! I can't let them accumulate like this!!! Should I write about the interesting aspects of my job?

• I spend much of my time trying to avoid looking up people's noses.
• With my smile, I "should be on the Price is Right!" That coming from the cute little 17-year-old dish washer who leaves me notes at my register when he leaves...I wonder how old he thinks I am? =P
• I have "such a pleasant intercom voice!" YES!!! One step closer to my dream of being the telephone lady!
• It's getting better there--but then again, the scary meanish boss-lady was doing Miss Utah all week. No silly! She was coaching someone.

Should I write about my new friend that I can't wait to introduce to you all?

• Her name is Laurie--don't call her Lorie, because she really doesn't like it!
• She staples her shorts! Plus they were cute man shorts (cute describing the shorts, not the man, of course).
• She likes to quote Pride and Prejudice and sing show tunes.
• We stayed after work last night and talked about "stuff" for about an hour. Partly cuz she really likes to talk about her missionary, mostly because she's awesome and I like to talk to her.

How about my FOL experience today?

• I was so nervous--"please let him be tall and wonderful!" My hopes crashed and rose with every individual man that walked by.
• 20 minutes later, I went to the courtesy phone and called him..."shoot, is it time already?" Maybe not so wonderful. I wanted to ask him how tall he was...
• He was trying to fix his dryer, so I guess that's okay. I want a dryer--he lives in condo row, Annie. Make a note of that.
• He is tall, and has beautiful eyes. Not so much chemistry though...we'll see. I won't see him again until August 20th (like you Megz), so I guess it doesn't really matter.

My mission preparations?

• I bought Preach My Gospel today while I was waiting for Adam to show.
• I decided I hate the Bookstore--I'm pretty sure they charged me double for all the stuff I bought from the Distribution Center part. and tax. Grrr...
• Is it bad if I'm torn between going to the Mission Prep Sunday School class, where I can gain useful insight and guidance on this forthcoming decision, and going to the normal Gospel Doctrine Class, where all the eligible returned missionaries are?

Well, I feel like I've simply splatted all of my swirling thoughts into your hands. Feeling a little vulnerable, I will go now. K Bye

New Carpet

There are many, many things which fill my cup of true happiness to overflowing. One of them is new carpet. I love the way it smells. I love the way it feels. I love the way you can do Pilates on it, and put a couch on it, and a treadmill, all of which I have been missing since we tore our old carpet up two weeks ago. Will I get down on my knees and feel it and smell it? Yeah sure you betcha! But probably not until the carpet man leaves.

I should work at a carpet store.

I Am In Love.

Unfortunately, the ones I love are but shadows. Dreams which flit just out of my reach. Images I see and adore, but it is through the windows of my imagination only. Gilbert Blythe, Prince Char, Fitzwilliam Darcy, Nat Eaton, Percival Blakeny, Even Freidrich Bahr...sigh. My heart leaps as I read. "I don't want diamond sunbursts or marble halls, Gill. I just want you." "So would I still be, but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth." "I'm not going to disappoint her Kit. When I take you on board the Witch, it's going to be for keeps." "Love (it is such a relief to pen the word!), love, love--Char." "I will carry you dear. The blind leading the lame, you know." "But I have nothing, my hands are empty!" "They aren't empty anymore." My heart cries out with Marguerite: "Where is my storybook ending?" Ah well. It took her a while to sort hers all out, and I will simply have to be more patient, eh? And there's always plenty to do while I wait. Like working hard to "make myself worthy of you, my prince." Lol. Pardon the sensless wanderings of a weary imagination.

Pbbbbttttttthhhhhhh!!!!!

That's all.