I tried posting this last night, but Blogger was down. Shame!

Tuesday was close to perfect. I got up more or less when I had wanted to, worked out (6 days into the 30 Day Shred!), finally replied to the letters I received in March, practiced for an hour, played Super Smash Brothers Brawl with my brothers, and had a dream of a shift at work.

Yesterday...not so much. My alarm didn't go off so I wasn't up until 11:30. I didn't do much of anything until two hours before it was time for work, when I finally got out of my pajamas and worked out. Work was still good tonight! I got to know my new co-worker (or am I her new co-worker?), and she's pretty cool.

Then when I got home, I picked Our Town by Thornton Wilder off the shelf and began to read out of curiosity. I loved it. I love reading plays. Theater is so much more intimate when it's just the script and your own imagination.

Well, I'm off to get ready for the day. I'm volunteering at my brothers' school book fair. After that, I'm going to hack post on the family blog. Peace out!

Chivalry is Alive...and Adorable.

Yesterday I needed groceries. Noelle and I walked to Broulim's together, but she had to take off for class before I had everything I needed (my list was a tad longer than hers). So I was left to carry three bags, two baguettes, and a gallon of milk by myself. The icing on this cake--I forgot my gloves. I felt really silly walking home in the cold. Partway down the street I hear someone clearing their throat. I step to the side and a kid in headphones zooms past me to get to campus. I guess I was walking kind of slow trying not to drop all my food in the dirty snow. My fingers hurt from the cold and the bag with my yogurt and steak sauce was starting to rip. At the top of my street, I ran into a gentleman who offered to help. I was too cold and flustered to say more than "yes. Thank you! What's your name?" I think his name was Tyler, but he saved me from dying and/or having a mental breakdown walking home from Broulim's, and I'm thankful that he did that for me.

Un Coup de Soleil, Indeed.

Life's been pretty crazy lately. Living alone can be depressing. And that can make it easy to be stressed about work. And everything else.

Thursday I decided to take a half day off to go to the beach with my family. It was fun! 

There were dolphins playing close to the shore! It was a perfect day! I didn't wear sunscreen--I tan!

There I was wrong. I got a nasty sunburn. On the way home, we stopped for supplies. I got back to Claremont, unloaded some supplies, and started working. Then my sunburn really started to hurt, so I took a break to watch old episodes of Arrested Development. Then I got up to answer a text. I got dizzy and fell while replying. I got up and knew something was wrong. I felt sick. I called my mom and fell again while on the phone. I woke up on the bathroom floor with my head throbbing--I had hit it on the tile. My mom called again and I answered. She had me lie on the bed and talk to her until Dad could get to my house. I felt nauseous, I had chills, and felt like dying. She and WebMD decided that I had sun poisoning, and that's when I realized that my "falls" had been faints. My dad got there and hung out until I felt well enough to get up and go back to my parents'. Friday I was sick again, but I went back to work. Dallin actually did the bulk of it because I felt awful. Thank goodness for him!

I'm feeling better now, but my sunburn still hurts and I'm starting to peel. My friend Sabrina shared some of her Biafine, a wonderful amazing sunburn cream that they sell over-the-counter in France that has helped me heal so much more quickly. (Is that correct grammar?) Dallin and I are going to be able to catch up with work, so it's not the end of the world on that front.


Moral of the story: When at the beach,

• Wear suncreen.
• Eat.
• Don't fall asleep.

By You, I Mean Me.

 

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Have you ever had one of those days that drugs you up, knocks you down, and sticks big needles in your arm? You know, those days when your hair won't do anything and staying awake is a struggle and your plans all fall apart?

(Okay, I went out of my way for the needle, but the fact that I'm still bleeding seven hours later is a sign that the world needs better phlebotomists. I volunteer myself.)

But the thing to do about those days is to:

1. Belt out any old 80s song that comes to mind (Livin' On a Prayer, Alone, and Love is a Battlefield all work very well). 

2. Call your best friends in California because it's the next best thing to a real hug from some people you're incredibly lucky to have the privilege of knowing.

3. Go on an adventure with your roommates because you're out of shampoo and your roots are starting to show. You might not be able to find the right brand of hair dye, but that pot of daffodils is even better. They're a celebration of Spring!

4. Read a TON. Read scriptures, read good novels, read the textbook assignment for class tomorrow. 

5. Try something new, crazy, and potentially harmful. You might discover that your computer screen can double as a dry erase board.

Because you know what? Just because things aren't going your way today doesn't mean that this is gonna be forever. Crap like this may have happened before and it might happen again, but you can totally handle it without becoming a madwoman. Maybe you can even handle it with a little maturity and grace.  It's all for the best. And just think--it could be worse! What if you had the ability to feel awkward? Adding awkward to all the other weird going on would have been far too overwhelming. So maybe today wasn't so bad. It was just flippin' weird. But that's okay because you're kind of flippin' weird too.

Thank Goodness for the First Amendment.

Hey there, Federal Government.

Do you have a problem with my being born?

I think you do. I've had the same birthday for the past 18.5 years. It says so on my passport. It says so on the birth certificate that you never sent back to me when I got my passport.

What the heck kind of birthday do you think I have if I can't file my taxes with it?

You're lucky my political ambitions pretty much end in Sacramento.

Anti-Valentine Quote-a-Day

"Well, here we all are, alone but together. No flowers for us. Relationships, we don't need no stinking relationships! I think we should all go around and tell our worst relationship story and then get past it. Just blow through it. Yeah? Kelly, what about Ryan? He treated you pretty terribly." ~Michael

The Rest of the Week.

THURSDAY: Was told to get my acrylic nails off. (Still haven't done it, but hey, I'll get around to it.)

FRIDAY: Worked, then went to Jared's Cub Scout thing. Marleen left for San Francisco. (She'll be back tongiht).

SATURDAY: Regional Dance Practice. Upland met up with the groups from Yucaipa, Chino, Corona, Jurupa, and Fontana to get ready for the show next week. The Priests and Laurels from Upland pretty much owned everyone else. We were asked to do a "demo" for everyone else to show 'em how it's done. We all got ridiculously cocky, but we kinda deserved it.

The Week Thus Far

SUNDAY: Had to go to the other ward in order to be at work at 1:00 pm. =[

MONDAY: Six Flags Magic Mountain with Marleen and her class. It was a very long, fun day. Except for when everything in my bag got soaked through, including my mother's camera (which is in critical condition.)

TUESDAY:Worked.

WEDNESDAY:Went shopping with Mom and Marleen. Then went to the salon by Baskin-Robbins with Marleen and got my first-ever set of acrylics. And a pedicure. Then dance practice. We finally finished the dance! Seven and a half minutes of Disney-ridden ballroom learned! Wooo! Except now I have to teach a large portion of it to my dance partner, who's been in Cape Cod the past few weeks.

THURSDAY:I have work in a few hours. Marleen isn't feeling well. =[

Oh Dearie Me.

Well, I really should be working on all the history I have missing, but I simply cannot bring myself to do it. Oh, well. I will try. The way I see it, I know the necessary information, I just haven't made the stupid graphs. Yes, graphs. In a history class. Mr. Levi is my #2 least favorite teacher ever, just trailing Mr. Taylor, the math teacher who called me a dummy for being Mormon. Summer, please hurry!

@_@ <----me, burned out