Ms. Redlips Observes:

So I Want to Marry a Musician

2011-12-20T18:15:00.000-08:00

Observation #23: Everyone needs to know the Kooks in order to live a complete life.

kooks [kooks]
noun Slang .

1. a beautiful English indie rock band formed in Brighten, East Sussex, in 2001. They were created by the quirky and adorable lead singer, Luke Pritchard.

2. an eccentric, strange, or foolish person.

So I was privileged to see these great characters in concert about a month ago, and oh was it great! I have no words for the joy I experienced as I looked up at Luke's bobbing curls singing to me. The greatest thing about this concert is that not many people know of the Kooks (or just love them like I do) so the concert wasn't too crowded. It was almost like Luke and I were the only 2 in the room...

If any of you haven't guessed I ~~am totally turned on~~ have a soft spot for musicians.

Anyways, if you do not know the Kooks, know them now.

I Have Found the Cure

2011-11-07T17:36:00.000-08:00

Observation #22: Charlie Chaplin is the solution against white hair

When I tell people I am in the Interior design program, I am instantly pictured picking out fabric samples and paint swatches all day. Please get this picture out of your mind right now for it is both degrading to the ID program and false. I am constantly doing project, after drafting plans, after project. Lately, these projects have made me a little testy as my roommates will attest.
The bright spot in all of this is that after all the yoga and noodle crafts, I have finally found my perfect therapy; Charlie Chaplin.

How brilliant he is.

This post is not done.
watch this and then you can move on with your lives:

Fooled ya.

You can't move on now can you?

2011-10-04T12:49:00.000-07:00

Observation #21: My life is better than yours

Guys, or girls probably, I met my soul mate.

Oh and remember how I said I would include Europe in my next post? Well I don't feel like writing out every detail since I've already done that in my journal and put up every picture on The Book. Instead I want to explain why Europe is better than America.
In summary: the people, the economy, the environment, the style, and the people.
I loved the people. Complete strangers were content to sit and talk to us for hours without a care in the world. Why are Americans in such a hurry to get about their mundane lives? We need to take some tips from the Europeans and stop to enjoy our tea. Or milkshakes in our case maybe. We don't have to change EVERYTHING about America...

On to my soul mate.
If you do not know me you may think I am a creep by this story. But if you do know me then you KNOW I am a creep and will be expecting a creepy story. This is a warning for those of you who don't know me: I'm kinda a creep
Anyways, Matthew; He is the guitarist slash backup singer of this band:

You need to go FB stalk this band because they are amazing and Matt is adorable.
I met him sitting in the stand-by line for conference. We talked for 2 hours, and oh were they educational. Before those 2 hours I never knew that every quality I wanted in a man could be in one person.
~~And now we are dating~~
I just wanted to write that because it felt good. But it is a lie. He lives in Vancouver, Canada. But his band is doing a concert in April.
Stay tooned till then...

Why do we need to hear those words, "I'm proud of you?"

2011-09-23T21:24:00.000-07:00

Observation #20: The human race can't be satisfied without the permission of the world.

I have this issue of not being satisfied with who I am. I think everyone has that problem in some way or another but we each struggle with it in a different way. I have a problem comparing myself with others. If it seems like they are doing it a little better then me, I try their way. But the thing is, it never works out for me and I return to my way.
That is my over-personal, round-about way of explaining why I haven't blogged recently. I just haven't enjoyed it recently like I used to. And I don't enjoy it because I haven't been doing it the way I want. I started this blog because of my love of the art of expression through writing. But I looked at other peoples' blogs who had several more followers than me and thought that if I added pictures instead of my rambling and over-personal bits here and there, then maybe I would have more followers.
Why do I need followers?
Why do we all need followers?
Can we be satisfied without the approval of the world?

The end of rambles,
-Stoker

P.S. Europe will have a part of the blog soon

My Life is a Goofy Movie

2011-08-10T14:57:00.001-07:00

Observation #19: I have lived a sheltered life

visited 14 states (28%)
Create your own visited map of The United States

Yes. This happened.
And the whole way through, this song was stuck in my head knowing we would be arriving in LA.
And let me tell ya, each state is a whole different world. I have always thought that everyone needs to travel out of the country to have an open mind and appreciation of others, but one could merely travel this country to be aware.
Here are a few examples of what we came upon:

The buildings of Chicago

Wisconsin Cheese

Iowa's very own and very proud Corn Palace

South Dakota's prairie dog parks

Big Heads!

And the best rhubarb pie in the whole country! Trust me, I would know

Steven Dunn is so funn, he'll be my hunn. We won't need a gunn, because I'll wear a bunn, but I won't be a nunn. Yes I am dunn

2011-07-11T16:55:00.000-07:00

Observation #18: We are so afraid of rejection that we are willing to succumb to lies as an alternative

Whispers collect there, the bad news
from our subconscious,
tears that have dripped down
the inside of faces,
apologies that have gotten lost
in all of our throats.

So much has been held in,
so much has seeped through
the soles of our shoes,
that half our lives are beneath the sidewalk
We sense the deep riot
that is always going on.

In spring there are small explosions.
Signs. This is why
the sidewalk must be repaved.
We hire someone to do it for us,
our tight bodies watching from the windows

-Steven Dunn

I hate it when English teachers would give you a poem just to tell you what it "really means" after you made, what you thought, a deep connection to it. So I will not shatter your dreams like the 9th grade pieces of my own, but you can make your own connection to this poem. And please do because it is my new favorite. And like my afternoon snack of nutella and pretzels, I have a hard time sharing my favorites (sorry roommate). So take advantage of it dang it!

Get me a time machine quick!

2011-06-28T19:53:00.000-07:00

Observation # 17: Vintage always wins

This has been my motto for a long time when it comes to fashion, but I have realized that it applies to every aspect of life.
Today's views are so wrong. If Lady Gaga came out in our parents age she would be shunned, no chased down with pitch forks for being of the devil! Or maybe that's just what I want to do... Anyways, I was thinking about this the other day while I was watching my favorite movie from the 50s:

Some Like it Hot

If you haven't seen it, watch it. Now.

Okay now that we are all on the same page, I have a question maybe you could answer for me:

What were they doing to make their society so much better than ours?

Really.

The humor. The class. The style. The morals.

They had it right.

I've recently realized that this idea of beauty being a size 2 is a modern idea. Take my girl Marilyn:

I mean look at that Bod!

She was the sexiest thing during her day. And guess what

She's actually got some meat! How refreshing!

Why can't it be 1959...

The Best 19th Birthday I'll Ever Have!

2011-06-13T16:20:00.000-07:00

Observation #16: I don't need my mom to have a successful birthday! Mazeltov to me!

So I'm turning 19. Now what? Well I'll tell you! This is what you do:

You hang on BYUI-center basketball hoops (Believe it or not I have a picture like it but my belly showage made it inappropriate)(I guess 19 is the year you gain the hops that black people have always had)

The next thing you do is fly a kite (preferably in Idaho since it provides the best kite-flying potential)

Then you find a carousel in a random park and beg Angela Graves to to pay for you to ride the pony

You then make your roommates dress up all hott so we can take pictures at Walmart like we are Asians or something (when really only a third of us are)

Lastly (((yes I am doing parentheses again(I'm 19 get over it))This one is crucial so take notes) you need to get in your footy pajamas and put 4 candles on a half eaten cake so you can blow them out RIGHT before 12:00 of the A.M.

P.S. No you are not crazy (well I don't actually know the kind of people my blog attracts so maybe you are, but I may be able to save you some money on a psychologist if you keep reading beyond these ridiculously long parentheses) that IS Angela Graves in the top picture. Unfortunately she didn't move to Rexburg, but she did visit me for a day, and made my 19th Birthday the BEST 19th Birthday I'll ever have!

I Understand

2011-05-16T17:18:00.000-07:00

Observation #15: I have been so miss informed before I came to Rexburg.

This is everything I've learned up here at BYUI-do summed up with one brilliant YouTube video

Bow Down

2011-05-06T17:05:00.000-07:00

Observation #14: I am Queen Procrastinator!

So I have attempted to create a post several times but my creative juices have been sucked dry by this Rexburg wasteland. But it warmed up to 60 today so my creative spirit has thawed a little. I have a long overdo room explanation. When I got my foot surgery and got super bored I got a little creative and I told you guys I would share some of that with ya. Typically, I got distracted so here it is now:

So the couch has been lonely in our basement since I could remember how much it clashed, so I took it to my room where it has made friends with my vintage suitcase ($25 from Decades) and old pillow.

Above it: I just found rope and hung some of my art work and other randoms from around the room on it with clothes pins.

This old trunk was the perfect find (Goodwill $15) for my much needed record player stand

I got this lamp on the same Goodwill trip ($10) but I still haven't found the right shade

Also if you can see, I mod podged news paper all over my night stand and bookshelf (not pictured here) and I am quite pleased

I made these from this tutorial and hung them from that same rope

P.S. The rumors are true.

no not those rumors...

I mean I AM back at BYUI and loving it! Don't let this long-overdo post make you think I don't have a life. I always just get more done when I have more things to procrastinate. Its a very off-balance cycle, my life.

My Attempt at Popularity

2011-04-12T10:58:00.000-07:00

Observation # 13: Everyone is doing the toons thing. I wanna be cool too.

This is Jens Lekman. Nothing gets better than him. He is cheesy, Swedish, and romantic. Get to know him.
If you can't appreciate him, I understand. I think I just love him because of my GrizzlyBear and Belle&Sebastian phase. He is a mix of both with some cheese on top. If you don't know who they are...
P.S. The top video just stops, so don't be alarmed when your bustin out your groove and the halt throws it off

Check it:

My Mind Would Like to Say "Ello!"

2011-03-25T14:23:00.000-07:00

Observation #12: The voice in my head is a British accent

The other day at work was super busy so I was constantly working and didn't talk at all. Many of you may not know (or many of you may know which would be more embarrassing) that I am constantly talking, singing, making lists or stories in my head to keep myself entertained. Well, after my silent day, when I got home and started to speak it came out in a British accent! In a very poor British accent I may add. Ever since then I have paid attention to the voice in my head since really it has always been this abstract thing that I never really paid tribute to. That is how I discovered that it is a very elegant British accent that is rather higher and smoother than my actual voice. I haven't decided if I am harboring an unconscious desire to be a sophisticated British woman or if my spirit really is British and I was just born into the wrong country. Food for thought. Or in my case, tea and biscuits for thought.

Cheerio!

Practically Mrs. Grenier

2011-03-10T12:15:00.000-08:00

Observation #11: My virtual wedding is better than yours

2 posts in 3 days... I need a life.

Work has been especially boring this last week since everyone up here in the glorious world of office land has caught Spring Break Fever, resulting in laziness, resulting in not having anything for me to do. So all day I scour (I know I have had my FB on pirate language way too long when I start throwing words like scour and matey in a normal conversation) the internet for hot boys and crafty blogs. I have found that blog stalking is very addictive. In fact, yesterday I got so consumed in this blog that I completely forgot about the 5 things I was supposed to scan. Good thing my Dads the boss...

Anyways, I have realized that most crafy blogs are about weddings so my previous nonchalant attitude toward my one-day-wedding has completely changed. I now have every last detail decided:

Husband: Adrian Grenier

Ring

Cake

A picture like this

Dress

Flowers

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<>Invitation

A reception with this

Ok I have now completely lost momentum. Over and out

I Have Red Lips. Hear Them ROAR

2011-03-08T15:13:00.000-08:00

Observation #10: Monogrammed underwear is the best! Except when it has the wrong name on it...

I hope you didn't get too excited about my observation since I don't really have a good story about wearing someone else's underwear. Although that does sound like something pathetic enough to have a scene in my life. I am only referring to my blog's name change. I have decided to make some changes because I feel like mine in especially borrring. Yes, it is so borrring it deserves 3 r's. But everyone seems to comment on the fact that I always wear red lipstick even though I didn't think it was that uncommon. In fact, little brother made it known to me the other day that someone asked him if his sister was the girl that wore the red lipstick. I'm not sure if I should be flattered that the oh-so-important Mountain View population noticed me, or insulted that no one actually knew my name... I still haven't decided. But my contemplation on the matter did result in an idea to take on the "redlips" thing as a cutsie identity. So that is the reason for my name change!

!!!If anyone (and I'm guessing all of you do since all of your blogs are so classy) know how to personalize the fonts/heading/colors please let me know since the whole blue/gold and times new roman thing is really cramping my style!!!

Save Money, Die awkwardly, Walmart.

2011-02-25T15:18:00.000-08:00

Observation #9: My awkwarditis is still raging

This picture of Brad and I is one of my normal moments

For those of you who know me or have read previous posts you know about my High School awkwardness. Well I can't say "High School awkwardness" since I am still awkward, but there is something about the same insecure people seeing me in my insecurity that just really compliments my already awkwardness. Well, body and soul were reunited again as this HS awkwardness came back with seeing my HS crush.

I have actually crushed on boy since he moved into my ward in 5th grade, but not until sophomore year did I realize how truly perfect we would be together. Unfortunately, boy didn't have this same revelation... That was the start of our unbalanced relationship.

I haven't seen boy since I left for BYUI and I had completely forgotten him and our should-be-relationship until I ran into him at Walmart. Now if this were a Nicholas Sparks book we would realize what we had been missing all these years, run away together, and then I would be diagnosed with some incurrable disease. But since I wasn't aware that my Nicholas Sparks moment would be that day, I decided not to get ready before I left for my Walmart adventure. As I walked into Walmart I saw boy walking my way and I wished that my hair would blow back in slow motion and we'd make sexy eye-contact. Now although the wind was definitley blowing, my hair was too greasy to move and I made sure we didn't make eye contact but he obviously didn't notice my "piss off" expression because he walked right up to me and started talking about his mission coming up or something like that... it was all drowned out by the sound of my self esteem flushing down the toilet. After a few minutes of this, mom finally shows up and we go our separate ways. As soon as we got our cart and walked the other way, I turned to my mom and told her how mad I was that she allowed me to look like that in public. But her supermom sensitivity just said "you didn't want him to see you like that." We then discussed how I have crushed on him since forever and now he'll be going on a mission and remembering me like that. I then felt someone looking at me so I glanced behind and saw boy 7 feet away. I guess he wasn't leaving. He now has a red-faced, greasy-haired image of me in his mind to remind him why he never dated me while he serves his two years in California.

Walmart has finally failed me.

No I did not forget to post my thrift finds but I am at work so that post will be for another time

The Tales of a Gimp

2011-01-30T12:27:00.000-08:00

Observation #8: 2 feet are better than 1

I HAVE THE MAJOR BONES FOR CEDRIC DIGGERY!
So I never know how to start a blog post. I always start with "so..." or "the other day" or something rubbish and completely unattention-getting. My High School English teachers would be so disappointed. That is why I started with the first interesting and attention-getting statement that popped into my mind and put it in caps. Its how I got through all those High School essays.
Anyways, to my observation. Thursday I got foot surgery. Many have asked why and I have given them answers like "my foot is just messed up" or "I just really needed it" and hoped that that would be good enough. I was embarrassed by the real reason, but since I feel like I am so close to the few of you who care about the happenings in my life, I will tell you a secret... I have bunions. No they are not a bread-like substance or a coil of hair at the back of your head. They are bones on this inside of your feet that stick out and make your toes grow the wrong way. You have probably seen them on your grandma. I have had them since the beginning of time and I used to think my feet were just prettier than everyone else's, like they had curves or something. But then the influence of the world got to me and I realized that my feet were messed up and then I realized that they are why I cannot wear heals for more than 5 minutes without wanting to murder someone. Anyways, my left foot is bunion free but my life is social-less since I cannot move. You all probably know that I am not usually Ms. Social Butterfly, but recently I have actually met people in Mesa who aren't Mesa People! (they include boys). Yes, there are boys in Mesa who actually want to hang out with me and don't think I am completely weird! So to fill up my time that was usually spent playing just dance, attempting football or the other random stuff we have been doing lately, I have picked up YouTubing and room-crafting. This is my all time favorite YouTube video that I have watched 20+ times since Thursday:

I have also discovered that chalk looks really cool on my walls and isn't permanent so I won't have a spaz attack when I don't like it in a week.

This is just in my bedroom and bathroom but it could be cool if you got really creative with it.

Tune in next week to discover my odd findings at Goodwill and my basement and how I've used them to decorate my room.

2011-01-14T14:21:00.000-08:00

Observation #7: Its a New Year!

As you can see college has made me more observant. The year is really actually 14 days and 13 hours old. By now everyone is sick of blog posts about their goals for the year and the inspiring year they had.Well, for the 3 people who read my blog, I will just lay out my goals real clear so you can move on with your important lives. I'll even center them and make them bold print so the people who just glance at my blog but don't really care to read this big paragraph will be amazed that I am actually planning ahead. Although I can't really count this as a great step towards being a planner since it is tradition. Its like me feeling generous for giving someone a present at Christmas. I really am just making my odds of people reading this worse the more I explain since I am merely making this paragragh longer and more intimidating. So I'll just get to it. Here they are. My wonderful 2011 goals. In all their glory:

1. Become a Planner

2. Become a more consistent blogger

(and less consistent blog-stalker)

3. Decide upon a major and stick with it

4. No Facebook for 3 months

5. Actually do my job instead of blogging

6. Work on my art

(the long stretches of borringness that

my job offers has provided me time for this)

Just See:

I have been practicing my valentines.

Yes I did use work recourses to scan this in while I was supposed to be scanning bank statements, that is why it looks so unproportional, or I'm just technologically retarded. Moral of the story is that this break from school has made me into a slacker and I am going to buckle down these next three months and kick my butt into shape. Yes kicking my own butt! Watch it happen live on this blog only!

Don't even have the will to think of a good title

2010-12-14T14:31:00.000-08:00

Observation #6: Finals week sucks spirit

My week has consisted of
-Failing Finals
-Getting a ticket
-Having all travel plans fall out completely
-Getting dumped

Yes this is the only reason why I am blogging; to complain. I feel like I am hooked to that machine in monsters inc. and my creativity has just been sucked dry. Please, pity me

I'm Dreaming of a Dry Christmas

2010-11-21T20:25:00.000-08:00

Observation #5: The snow makes every situation worse

So my blogging has been slackin but there is reason for it. I was embarrassed. I did not get a date with cute art boy, but I did get a date. And he's cuter.
Anyways, my hate for the snow has grown over time to become a loath that I cannot contain, so I blog about it. At first I greeted snow as a new friend but after a few butt-flattenings and frost-bitten feet, our relationship turned sour. The snow really proved itself on my drive down to Utah. I was already driving 4 hours on 4 hours of sleep, the snow just magnified the bad experience. Especially since that 4 hours of sleep was a rerun from the 2 nights previous. As I arrived in the momentary snow-free Utah yesterday, I embraced the break from the wet dandruff. But the snow knew I arrived and made a visit. As my family went out enjoy this new visitor, I decided to show it who was boss. I wore jeans into the snow to prove that it could not change my lifestyle. As Jane Austen wisely wrote in Pride and Prejudice, "Angry people are not always wise." My ride home with numb legs humbled me a little.

2010-10-13T21:15:00.000-07:00

Observation #4: Harry Potter helps every situation

So it has been almost a month and a half into the Idaho dating world, and still I have no date.
I guess they all got the memo about me being a dork. Or maybe they all just read my blog.
Well whatever the reason may be, I still have no dates to record, but I do have a potential date.
You know your life is pathetic when you blog about potential dates...

Anyways, here's the story:
In my art class this cute boy sat next to me, we talked, he was funny, and he laughed at my jokes! Then, right before class he excuses himself. For the rest of class I awaited his return but was disappointed when all I had of him was his spiral notebook and his pencil. Yes, he just left them sitting open next to me. So I did what anyone would do. I wrote "Captured by Voldemort?" on the blank page. I didn't see him the rest of class but I hoped he wouldn't leave his stuff there so he could see my clever note.
The next week at class I see him, and I know he sees me since I sat 2 rows in front of him. He didn't talk to me...
The week after that he comes and sits next to me. I pretend like I don't see him in case he dubbed me as the weird harry potter chick. But to my surprise he starts talking to me. "Are you the one who wrote 'this' in my binder?" He was smiling, and not like a "shes so weird I'm trying to hold back a laugh" smile.
There's no date yet but next week I plan on using my feminine wiles.
Stay tuned and you might actually get a good story

Refreshmaned

2010-09-10T11:53:00.000-07:00

Observation # 3: College is great.

Really.
Here is a picture that portrays my feelings on the subject:

Yes that is the lovely Leslie Ward in the back representing her well-decorated half of the room. There is a reason I am facing the way I am for if my mom saw my half she might... send a very threatening letter. Wow I just realized that my mom couldn't do anything about it unless this was Hogwarts and that letter was a howler, but if that was the case there would be no complaints. Anyways, where was I? Oh, Leslie and her great decorating skills. We have both tried our hardest to make our 10x10, damp, cinder block cell as homey as possible. But really, are we in college or prison? Shouldn't the want to further improve ourselves be celebrated? Maybe this is just the Rexburg way. I mean nothing else out here is normal so why should our living situation be. God bless Idahoans. Wow I didn't get a threatening, red, squiggly line under that one. Who knew "Idahoans" was a word. You learn something knew everyday in the college world. Speaking of learning, back to homework...

Sincerely,
Ms. Stoker
(Yes I have reinvented myself to be more sophisticated now that I am a college student. Or people just call me that because they aren't sure what my real name is since Leslie just introduces me as Miss. As you can tell my popularity hasn't increased much in college.)

I Understand The Truth

2010-08-25T13:41:00.000-07:00

Observation #2: Fat cheeks are only cute on chipmunks.

No this isn't a post about the largeness of my behind, although I could write a whole blog post and many more about that. All in do time my friends, all in do time. No this is a post about my wisdom showing up and the nice-looking doctor yanking it out. Yes, this is the tale of the wisdom teeth.

You have heard this tale many times, you maybe even have experienced it. But no one can fully understand the truth until it is lived. I understand the truth.

In fact, my cheeks are still trying to recoperate from that truth. If I wasn't so self-concious about my rodent face I would gladly share a most humorous picture that dearest Kaitlyn took (since that is what blogs are about right? No one wants just a bunch of words. No wonder I only have 7 followers... Oh well)but since I am still self-concious, here's a preview:

Tune in next time to see what happens with big cheeks, ADD, and a bed stricken maniac

My Explanation

2010-08-11T14:01:00.000-07:00

So I've just realized that I have never explained the title of my blog. I know it may seem a little obvious but you'd be surprised...
I was told to make a blog by my good friend Rachel Schlappi and after seeing that blogging was an even better waste of my time than the 30+ hours I spend on facebook, I converted. Now only 10 hours on facebook and twenty on blogger, what an upgrade!
Anyways, as I was pondering upon the idea of making a blog I realized that I would have nothing to write about. I know it may seem that my day of water cooler-talk and facebook excursions to be exciting and writable but believe it or not the daily conversations on taxes and budgets can get tiresome. Not to myslef of course. I live for those days of finance drama at the office, but others don't share my pashion. So, I decided to write about my "latent observations" on the world.
Now I know I have deviated from that a bit but from now on that is what it is about. So I'm going to start right now. Observation of the day:
The mumbling man is actually really funny.
I've probably confused you so here's the story: There is this man that I work with that always passes my desk and says something that I can't ever hear so I usually just give him a laugh/smile/concerned face according to the tone in which he said it. Today I made a goal to listening really closely to what he is saying so when he walked by I heard him say "It's pretty quiet up here" to which i replied, "Oh you just missed the party," then he responded with, "story of my life," and we've been friends ever since. The End.

Zac's Defying Moment

2010-08-04T15:53:00.000-07:00

So Kaitlyn and I continued the tradition of our movie watching/analysing when we saw Charlie St. Cloud together. Our in-depth analysis on Zac Efron would have made any teenage boy sick but I am proud of the results which are as thus; All men need to watch this movie and take tips from the one they call Charlie St. Cloud.
If you hadn't already discovered my feminism beliefs it will be very obvious now.
Boys are not good enough for us. Booya I said it! This new breed of men that society has regurgitated is just not acceptable. Now I know this is extreme over-generalising and my little brother would say something like "well girls are confusing" right about now, and Cameron would be right but women are only confusing because men are pigs. Yes, that does make sense. We as women cannot make up our minds because we want a man in our life but we want one who thinks about others things than his boys and treats us with, dare I say it, RESPECT! Aretha understood it well. So we cannot decide, but men could make it a little easier on us. Which i will explain right after this short rant.
This movie, like many other chick flicks, raises "chicks'" expectations of men. So boys, word to the wise, bring along a pen and paper and watch this movie, you will be changed for the better. At least we hope.

Just a quick visual

Isn't he great?

A Word From the Socially Unacceptable

2010-07-07T22:50:00.000-07:00

Yes this is my second post in one week. Who knew working gave you so much more time on the computer? Certainly not my dad. Anyways, if you (whoever you mysterious cyberspace stalker is) have previously read my blog you will know about the pathetic situation I like to call the crush disease. Actually I'm going to change that to fancy because "crush" sounds like I'm still in high school and I have studied millions of hours and endured just as many unbearable social encounters to earn the title of "graduate" so I'm going to speak like it. So my fancy has taken a more normal turn of events. It has settled upon a long standing friend. NOw you might be thinking that this isn't really a normal fancy but comparatively... So I'm a relatively confident person right? I mean I haven't been nervous about a boy since junior high. Well, while this guy was on his way to my house I couldn't stop fidgeting! I went on facebook but just ended up looking him up. I sat down to watch TV with my little brother, but never satisfied, kept switching channels untill he kicked me out. I ended up at the piano but my playing was so shaky that I think I discovered piano vibrato. After his said "fifteen minutes" (puh)when he showed I was a nervous wreck! I ended up acting super cheesy and fake with the whole "I miss you we NEED to hang out" junk. I believe when he commented on what I was wearing I said "hmm noua shaw." It was quite impressive. I think I blew him away. Really though I don't think he's coming back.

Signed: The Spaz

what high school musical doesn't know

2010-06-23T23:31:00.000-07:00

I discovered the secret to popularity. Yes I am aware of the fact that that sounded like the opening to High School Musical 4 but I am willing to let myself sound like a 14 -yearold to make my point clear. Anyways (your all thinking). I find that when I want to explain something important my mind wanders to everything unimportant making it impossible to get my point across. In fact, my 10th grade english teacher told me... joke. For reals through, the secret to popularity is ..(suspence).. blogging. In high school I was refered to as "the girl with weird clothes," "leslie's friend" or "cameron's sister." The last one was my favorite considering I went to that school for 3 years and he 1. What a confidence booster. But now that I have a blog people know who I am, want to be my friend, chase me down the street! Not quite, but my point is that I'm cool. I know my few friends that are reading this are thinking that this is merely repercussion from all the years of being picked last in dodgeball but I have reason for my thought! In fact, five people this week have informed me that I needed to update my blog. Five! I don't think five people even showed up to my "sweet 16!" Wasn't so sweet... A girl at Jamba Juice even picked me out and told me that she read my blog. I know that when I post this no one will read it and I will go back to "weird clothes girl," but to those few who take sweet time out of their day to read my blog and ease those horrid high school memories; bless you.

The Medical Results of Bootie Shorts

2010-04-02T15:41:00.000-07:00

Warning: children or adults active in watching Hannah Montanna should be dicouraged from reading the bellow script unless accompanied by a sane person. The message below may contain mild language and slightly aggresive side affects. Should not read if pregnant, menstrating, or in love with Miley Cyrus (in other words, girls are encouraged not to read).

Wednesday March 24, 2010 I had the opportunity to participate in one of the great moments of life. The moment of the first viewing of The Last Song. Being one of the pyschos that must read the book before seeing any movie that is based off a book, I was quite excited to see this movie for unlike any other Nicolas Spark's book, I actually got into this one. Naturally, after finishing the book I watched the trailer 7 times and looked up all the characters untill the awaited day of the midnight showing. My willing friend Kaitlyn and I showed up to amc with sweet & salties, the snuggles, and a large appetite for some man flesh, the necessities for any Nicolas Spark's movie. The much anticipated hour began with the first shot of Miley Cyrus, just a slight drawback of the movie, I thought. Then, she opened her mouth. It was the worst sound I had ever heard! Like a cat falling off a 10 story building. I couldn't believe it! Hannah Montanna was not gonna ruin this movie for me. But as the movie went on, ruin she did. With all of Hannah's bootie shorts and bellie shirts, she had inspired something. The ecnouragement to act. I mean, if people call what she did acting, then I can do that! My acting skills, although underdeveloped, are still exceeding hers that really have not earned the title of "acting skills." She has more of an acting "handicap." Moral of the story, bootie shorts and belly shirts cause a loss of brain cells.

New Hobby

2010-03-01T19:43:00.000-08:00

So I am starting this new hobby.
It's called taking pictures of the lovely Leslie Ward.
Since this is a fairly new hobby it hasn't fully developed so don't mock my skills
for its better to fail trying then never trying at all.
-you can quote me on that

I Know Ned. I wish he knew me...

2010-02-26T14:46:00.000-08:00

Everyone has something that they don't like about themselves.
Let me rephrase that, every FEMALE has something they don't like about themselves and my "something" that I recently discovered is this; no matter the circumstances or people in my life I always find myself fancying some boy.
Now some may say this is natural, "You're a teenage girl!" But when all the men in my life are on missions or in college, my "fancies," as Ron Weasley would say, have become stranger. At the beginning of this odd stage, the subject of my crushing was this random boy in my class who seemed different from all the typical mountain view boys, so I subconciously dubed him the one. I did all the things you do when you crush on someone- stare at them in class, facebook stalk them, ask your friends about them- okay I did all the things that I do when I crush on someone. Anyways, I never talked to this guy, until today, and oh was it great. HE'S WEIRD! What a relief. So I was finally over with this odd stage, or so I thought. An hour after I get over mr. weird I went to lunch with my three girlfriends, safe, nothing flirty or romantic about Neds. But today Neds must have really turned up the heat for as soon as I walked through the doors I saw him. Its love.

Fake it and Make it

2010-02-16T15:19:00.000-08:00

Once again my procrastinating has led to favorable results. I used to procrastinate with a "quick" email check (aka facebook), practicing the piano, or my favorite officechair-spinning. But my new method of procrastination has put my chair olympics to shame.
This new method is the beloved blogging. Well, while I was blog-stalking my good friend Rachel Schlappi, I came upon a little line on the bottom of one of her posts that read "love life...or atleast pretend to and you will." Inspiring! Not sure if her own genious mind inspired it or if it is the words of someone else but it just made sense! I used to shun this idea, calling it fake, but after months of research my hypothesis is as such; this idea is genious.
I always wondered why my great aunt who has lost three husbands can still wrap her arm around me and tell me of her good day with the brightest smile whereas the boy in my sixth hour can come to school everyday in his fancy clothing and grimace while he complains about not having a car.
Don't get me wrong I do it too and maybe that kid is complaining because he gets mugged walking to school everyday, who knows, but if he put on a bright face and pretended to be happy with his life, he would be!
INSPIRATIONAL! Litterally, be inspired, fake a smile, be happy.

Ode to a Mailman

2010-02-01T18:06:00.000-08:00

Who is it that we trust with important information?
Who is it that presents us with good and bad news?
Who is it that neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail shall keep them from their appointed rounds?
Superman? you may be thinking. But the hero I'm referring to is none other than, the mailman. Yes, the 65-year-old balding man with the too short of shorts. But don't let his khaki minis deceive you. A mailman's job is no easy deed.
Think about it:
-Steering wheel on the wrong side with no doors to brace him when the realization that he is not in Britain causes him to swerve back to the right side of the road.
-Carrying money and important information with him at all times. Forget superman keeping his identity safe, The mailman has to keep millions of people's identities safe everyday! Who knows how many arch nemesis he has.
-Having to deliver all the mail to everyone in an unsafe car while fighting off the nemesis, before 5-o'clock.
These rumpled senile men endure more for their neighborhoods than superman could have dreamed. So next time you see that white familiar vehicle trucking down your street, give a friendly wave to let these men know your support.
For there is neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor hail that shall keep a mailman from his appointed rounds. Have no fear, the mailman is here.

A Letter to the Unknowledgable

2009-12-30T22:43:00.000-08:00

Dear poor souls who take time to read my blog,
My life has changed.
From now on I am forever a lover of Joseph Gordon-Levitt.
I have recently watched 500 days of summer and am now entirely certain that I am the number one fan of that movie and more specifically that boy.
Yes, I realize the patheticness of blogging about my love for Joe but like Disney Channel says, "express yourself."
Anyways, as you have guessed I love this movie.
Its brilliant!
Not just another chick flick.
It has depth and creativity, something most movies today seriously lack.
My only regret after watching this movie is that I didn't create it first.
Love,
Marissa Gordon-Levitt
p.s. so i discovered how to add pictures so enjoy, but not too much.

Procrastinating Math and its Positive Results

2009-11-16T19:28:00.000-08:00

Math stinks. So while I was procrastinating my brother was watching music videos. So I decided to join him, and of course he was watching Taylor Swift's "You Belong to Me," since Taylor's talentless music is taking over the world. So while I was not doing my math, Taylor actually inspired something. Odd. But in her music video she and this boy secretly like each other but because she is a "nerd" and he is with the obnoxious "hottie" they can't tell each other. But it could never end like that or little girls (or 30 year old men in my brother's case) would be in an uproar! No instead they corrupt young minds by instilling the shallowness of the world. In the end the "nerd" walks into the dance transformed into a new kind of hottie. Of course the boy sees her, leaves his obnoxious hot girlfriend and they kiss and fall instantly in love. Sounds cute right? But what Taylor is missing here, like many other cheesy chick flicks, is why he couldn't be with her before? Because then, he would rather be with the "hottie" with the status, that the video shows he obviously didn't like, than be with the "nerd" that he always liked. So according to Taylor, if I want that boy that I am secretly crushing on right now I have to change my entire appearance and status. And this is what we are instilling in these young girls' minds. No wonder the world is the way it is.

shiny apples

2009-11-07T13:51:00.000-08:00

So I'm a terrible blogger because nobody warned me that the life of a senior is so stinken busy so I am constantly stressed. But, I got this sweet email that just made life happier and since I don't have time to write my own thing, here:

Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead they get the rotten apples from the ground that arent as good but easy. So the apples up top think something is wrong with them when in reality they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree!

Virtual vs Reality

2009-10-04T00:02:00.000-07:00

Let me be mom for just a second.
So I have been thinking for the past couple of months on why this world has become so corrupt, no, what is the word I'm looking for...ridiculous! Through my study, I have come to this hypothesis; virtuality.
Our lives our based off this one thing. It's pathetic to watch. My seminary class, no affence to any of them for they are all great people, text like it's their job! And let me tell yeah they should go pro. My point is, people have lost all respect, cares, and sustenance for what? A piece of brain-sucking metal? People say things over texting that they never would in person, therefore, making it not real. Call me a hypocrite, I know I have done it too, but that is why I am writing about it. Someone once told me, to write well you must write what you know. This is what I know; virtuality is the factor of most fakes, pervs, and violence.
I have seen it first-hand. The problems technology causes has become unbearable to watch. Yes, I realize the irony of me addressing this over the internet, but maybe that is the only way the point will get accross.
Here's a good example of virtuality taking over one's life. So I came home from school on friday and wanted to watch some Gilmore Girls, wind down from my stressful week, eat some crap and wait for someone to call me. Typical friday. But as soon as I sunk into my friendly leather couch my brother storms in, demanding the TV to play Halo. I told him he could have it when i was done in a hour but that wasn't good enough for him. He called my mom and insisted that she make me give him the TV so he could play his game. He didn't get his way so he ended up yelling at my mom, at my sister-in-law, and at me because he couldn't waste his life pretending to blow other humans up. So I saved him the embarassment of yelling at any more unfortunate by-standers and let him have the TV, which he spent the whole next 9 hours on and picked up the next day for a total of 13 hours.
I share this sad story because it is a natural occurance going on everyday. Boys squander their life away playing some violent game that slowly eats away their brain, while girls waste their life away texting, or watching chick flicks and expect life to be that way, which just makes them depressed when they realize that boys aren't like that, because their brain has been eaten.
So the solution is simple. Put down the phone, the controler, the remote, and do something with your life! Technology is good, but not when it is so abused.

The mock of High School

2009-08-31T15:38:00.000-07:00

Today I woke up, looked at the sunny sky,
thought about my awesome life
and just thought, "today is going to be a good day."
And that's where i went wrong.
High school is determined to tear you down.
It is its job, and high school hates failure, but loves to cause it
That's why it picks on the innocent teenagers that walk it's path.
As I was recollecting on my warm and fuzzy feeling that i had this morning I could almost hear
high school mocking me, "I taught you to be excited about school."
Yes, that is the only thing I have learned from high school;
failure

2009-08-29T14:03:00.000-07:00

I was told to get a blog
so now i have a blog
I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to do with it
I don't even know who is going to see this
or want to
but I'm writing to explain my ignorance