Wish My Life was in Black and White

Observation #32: Old movies and photographs have a way of making everyone look happier and more attractive.

If you know me, you know how much I love old movies. Well, my all time favorite (and when I say all time favorite I mean my favorite as of right now until I watch another one but it sure feels like an all time love so I won't be correcting myself) old movie would have to be Roman Holiday.
I think this is partly because of my love for Gregory Peck.

Can't you just feel his charm emanating from this picture?

I want him

I need him

Oh baby, oh baby

The Pursuit of Happiness

Observation #31: It is all about the little things

Because of foot surgery and a 2 week family vacation, I have not been able to get a job. This may sound like a great relaxing summer to many of you, but I am going OUT OF ME MIND! I think it may have something to do with being raised by Phil Stoker or just my ADD personality, but I need to be doing something all the time.

I have picked up quilting because of this. I have also completely redone my room (pictures will come soon).

But I am still slightly miserable without the feeling of being needed. So I have started to create lists of the little things that make me happy whenever I feel anxious about how much time I have.

Here is my list for today:

1. Brushing my teeth for the first time with a new tooth brush
2. Watching my dog's pleased prance as we go on a walk without a leash (a first for him)
3. The adorability of an awkward boy. Have you seen the new Spider Man? I am kinda obsessed with Peter. I am so glad I saw it with Taylor Jones instead of a boy so I could oggle openly about how much I wanted him throughout the whole movie.

I just love this picture of him
It may or may not be taped on the ceiling above my  bed

4. Having a queen size bed (first time in my life)
5. My niece following me around all day saying "whatcha doin' missy?"

I just had to put a picture of her because she is da cuutest

6. Green smoothies. Like seriously. Ever since I started drinking these I have lost 10 pounds. I went on the HCG diet and I didn't even lose 10 pounds. I have very positive feelings towards these things

Thats All Folks!

"But Friday I'm in Love"

Observation #29: A different scene can be seen with a new kind of sheen.

This has been the theme of my life for the past couple of weeks.
Ever since my sophomore year of high school I have always had a very negative view of Mesa, thinking it had nothing to offer me. I was so excited to graduate and get out of there and now I always dread coming back during school breaks. But recently some people have come into my life and switched the light bulb so I now can see Mesa in a brighter light! As if its not bright enough... phew its hot.

Anyways, this is how I also feel about a new found music obsession: Kimbra.
I heard her about a year ago and thought she was cliche and unoriginal, but I gave her another chance and now I am the chick throwing my bra on stage at her concert.
Just check out some of her music and you'll want to join me in my bra-less stampede

Can I hear an AMEN!!

A new light has also been shed on a boy. 

Yes, your thoughts are correct; I DO move on quickly. Its a problem I need to correct one day if I want to get married. But I'm young for now so let me be. 

So this boy: I have known him awhile and always viewed him just as that guy who has the same friends as me and is always at everything I'm at. But I have recently viewed him as a little more.
The light has shifted

Too Hip to be Hipster

Observation #25: It is impossible to be a hipster if your purpose is to be hipster

I have returned to the land of extreme heat and judgement that is Mesa, AZ. This is why I am finally blogging; my life in Mesa is as pathetic as a shark in my swimming pool. I've got nowhere to go and no one to eat!
Anyways, the reason for my long awaited post is to explain hipster. I have been called hipster several times before I understood the term. Now that I generally get the idea, I have to disagree. Although I like vintage clothing, big glasses, witty banter, and indie rock music, I don't think this is what being hipster is about. If I may, I'd like to give my own explanation of hipster:

Although he does not have an edgy hairstyle, big glasses or a 50s jacket, this boy is truly hipster. He does not care in the slightest what the mainstream is telling him to do. He is completely true to himself and acts accordingly 100% of the way with grace and beauty. He sounds perfect right? I think so too... So, BACK OFF! 

Just kidding.

not really

Conference uplifts in more ways than spiritually

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...

I Understand

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

Practically Mrs. Grenier

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 crafty 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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A reception with this

Ok I have now completely lost momentum. Over and out

Save Money, Die awkwardly, Walmart.

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

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.

I DO Try Mom...

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 starts, 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.

Zac's Defying Moment

So Kaitlyn and I continued the tradition of our movie watching/analyzing 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 other 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

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 until 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) he showed up and 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

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

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.

A Letter to the Unknowledgable

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...