it happened.

see the anklet i have on in this picture?

it came off. i've been wearing it since the beginning of summer. and yesterday, it came off.  well i sort of pulled it, and it broke. i didn't happen to remember, in the heat of the moment this morning at 5:00, that when this anklet falls of, something is supposed to happen.

i bought this anklet at the aquarium of the pacific. that teal color is my favorite color. along with most shades of it. but that was my favorite. and dolphins? who could hate dolphins? so i got it. different colors mean different things. white was happiness, green was peace..etc.

so the thing is, when the anklet falls off you're supposed to get what the color means...does that make sense? if your anklet beads were white, per se, then you would get happiness when the anklet came off.  well, my teal color?  apparently, thats the color of...romance.

Yes,

she is talking about her dog.



and i miss my babies.

Wrangler 

Ephraim

synopsis.

don't stone me--i haven't blogged in a LONG time. (22 days.)

so, here are some stories from my life between then and now. 

anna, whitley, and i went hiking to the sulfur pots.  it was great fun!  i don't have much else to say about it, because it was a great hike and i love lounging in the sulfur pots, and thats how simple it needs to be. sulfur is great for your skin! :)

whitley and i went to the midnight showing of harry potter! i would post pictures, but whitley has them. we dressed up and everything!

i started volunteering at a stable!  i muck.  as in, muck horse manure out of four stables at 530 in the morning MTW. strangely, i love it. :) (not the early morning part) my horses are (names shortened for everyone's sake, horse names are ridiculous!) Star (Starafire, M), Madison Square (F), Lola (With Perfection Loa, M), and Donna (Prima Donna Loa, F). Donna is my favorite. while i'm mucking her stall i alternately sing prima donna from phantom and some random song from mamma mia. (usually Honey, Honey).  Donna, however, loves her face to be right where yours is. its funny how each horse has a personality--Donna is an attention mongrel. she even threatens to kick over the barrel i've just filled with manure if i don't give her the attention she demands. also, her stall is so easy to clean. she really is a prima donna. in return for this lovelyness, i get riding lessons. i think i'll really like them. i need some riding boots though, tennis just don't seem to be cutting it. and perhaps riding pants?  we shall see what my wallet allows. so, i won't be getting either of them. 

i held a giant snake in my animal diversity class. also a small one, but the giant one was way cool. i love me some animals. 

the prevet club and i went to visit a bird refuge/rehabilitation center. it was WAY AWESOME. she had two baby bears!! they were adorable! and for birds there was everything from bald eagles to the tiniest little owl! (northern saw-whet )  i loved loved loved it. i hope i can volunteer there someday. she even has a pet crow! i would love a pet crow. i've always actually wanted a raven more...but we will see :)

my apartment is super cute decorated for christmas! i love it. and i'm so excited for christmas to come. i'm just mainly excited to get out of provo. and see my lovely family! and not worry about schoolwork. and relax! and be warm. oh what a joy. 

we had a dinner party here, amber's doing. she invited lots of people and made a great dinner and it was actually fun. maybe i just need to socialize in my own apartment? socializing is just way too hard. but anyway, it felt like a wonderful christmas party. 

anna comes over often. its great. we chat, sometimes longboard (i do love longboarding) watch bones on thursdays, psych on wednesdays. lately she's been spending the night at our apartment too, since hers is water damaged and no one was home. everyone pity anna!  its been fun :)

thanksgiving was wonderful. i spent it with dear miss lily <3. she's grown so big! she was adorable, as usual. she also got her second exposure to a snow day, and i got some great pictures. as in, fantastic pictures. okay, only two, but what more can you ask of a toddler who hates the snow? (as is only right, seeing as she has california blood in her)

yesterday i saw tangled!!! it was a fabulous movie. so fabulous i think it might become the new princess and the frog. for those of you who don't know me that well, that means i watch it at least once every two days, if not more. (when i lay my hands on it.) and listen to the music constantly until i have it memorized. my roommates just LOVE me when i do this, but i just can't help it! i love me some disney! 

i saw brittany as well yesterday! oh how i miss my old roommates. they make me laugh. :)  

oh, also yesterday, jenna and i made a trip to bath and body works. i now have a scent. my own scent. my perfume. weird? yes.  but jenna just really wants me married. and i am not opposed to smelling good. black raspberry vanilla. there was a really good sale as well...we paid for three things, got eight. i love smelling my wrists..i'll just have to try not to do it too much in public. 

and that brings us to the present. the last few moments of sunday peace before the finals rush caves in on me. sorry i'm lame about pictures...if i had my father's camera, that would be different....but its not. 

and in this single blog post alone, you learned about all of my obsessions: nature, animals, disney, photography, and lily. way to go, people of the blogging world! 

over & out. 

I'm having trouble..

first of all, i can't study.
second of all, whenever i study, i fall asleep.

someone PLEASE tell me there's a cure for this.
i get about 7 hours avg sleep a night. thats got to be enough. i eat enough protein. i get enough iron.

i can't focus. i can't even make myself have fun instead, for fear of being swallowed by the guilt--so i sit around on my friday/saturday nights doing nothing. possibly indexing. but usually watching movies. with the roommates that happen to be home.

this can't keep happening. who's got a cure?

please tell me there's a cure.

Serendipity

i googled my name. i shouldn't have done that.

because i saw my future.

Greylock Animal Hospital Inc.-Rebecca Mattson, DVM

oh dear. apparently--i'm going to vet school. that is, unless i change my name ;) (if you know what i mean.)

she is a mother of three. she loves to sing. she has three cats. she practiced in utah. she has a husband who is a pediatrician.

vet school prereqs it is.

The definition of Grown-Ups.

(i'm seriously going to do this one day.)

Wildlife and Wildlands Conservation

is the name of my new major. fancy shmancy, isn't it?  people ALWAYS ask what it is. is it not obvious?  or are they just from utah; where recycling is a naughty word? (they make you pay to recycle here.  way to encourage stewardship of the earth!)  or maybe, all the W's are throwing people off. or conservation is too big of a word. for any still confused:  

wildlife (wild things, as in animals and plants that are wild) and wildlands (places that are not inhabited by humans) conservation (the act of preserving).  

the question of what i could do with it is plausible. in fact, i'm still figuring it out. in fact, i'm still figuring out what i want to do with it. all i know is, i want to work with animals.  here are some potential career choices (even if my parents call them hobbies):

-wildlife biologist

-zookeeper

-wildlife conservation officer

-zoologist

these are just the jobs right out of college i could do.  

with more schooling:

-vet tech

-moorpark college (zookeeper)

with a few (plus a few more than a few) more classes, and probably a residency in WA, i could apply to vet school. 

my ultimate dreams include:

-being a wildlife photographer for Nat Geo

-training sea lions (and possibly doing a show like Fools with Tools)

-being a vet (or vet tech) at a zoo or aquarium like Adam Sandler.

-being someone on Animal Planet, like good ol' Steve Irwin.

i'm just not sure how motivated i am to go to more school. i really hate school.  school and i don't get along. today's world without it, though.. its impossible. i just wish it would all slow down.

Happy Days

Amber: Judy.   Me: Barbra.
This is our song that will keep the foul winter woes away. And whatever other woes (probably boys.) come our way.

the thing about college is..

i feel a void.  a void where the people and things i care about should be. a void that should be full of lily. my sister.  my beautiful big black labradors.  my mom.  my family. my best friends.

i guess my nurturing side is overpowering at times. okay, most times. or all times.

i got a couple of plants.  but they don't do much. i can care for them, but not about them.  its not the same.  a labrador will tell you he needs you 24 hours of the day. i could stand to be needed a little bit less, but its nice all the same.

but the things is..a void leads to emptiness. emptiness to loneliness.  and loneliness to sadness.

and for as unsociable and taciturn a nature as i have, i think i have a bit of a problem.

i'm just not cut out for college life.

because of course, the natural solution would be to get a dog. but living in college apartments really throws a wrench into that plan.

option b: get a baby. to do this would mean getting a husband or jeopardizing my spot in the celestial kingdom. neither of which i'm willing to do at this point.

option c: transfer schools.  UW?  in my dreams.  can anyone say out of state tuition??

option d: internship.  pros: out of utah, much more exciting. cons: still not with my family, and too much money (that would be my dad's con, even though its no more than a semester here)

option e: get a ferret named harold.

i did option e.

Orca/Killer Whales

did you know they're really dolphins?  (ps. i took these pictures.)

I spy a....purple seastar.

L94, Calypso

L94s calf, L113 (unnamed female)

Spyhop by L113

Playful One Year Old

L113 

Calypso (L94) and L113 breach, blowhole by L113

i apologize for not having a better lens...you can take that up with my father. but for my 18-200mm, i am pretty proud.

LILY

8/21/10

You would never believe she isn't a professional modeler. 

Pouty Face

Teeter-Totter with Grandpa!

Feetsies <3

Profile Shot

Excitement!

Baby Sailor

Fun Loving at 11 months!

Adorable.

Nothing like a nap after a hard days photoshoot.

A little too blessed

sometimes i feel like i have too many really, really good friends.  people that i actually want to spend time with. not that i'm tooting my own horn. i'm just saying. i'll even make a list for you. (not including family):

The order of the following in no way orders my preference for these people. 

Maren.  (WA)

Lauren. (CA, ID)

Tasha.  (Germany)

Karina. (CA)

Jeff. (CA, UT, Brazil)

Erika. (CA, ID, PA)

Brandon. (CA, UT)

Scott. (UT)

Alex. (CA, OR)

Sara. (CA)

Jessica. (CA)

Steven. (CA)

Anna. (WI, UT)

Amber. (CO, UT)

Brittany. (CA, OR)

Brittany.  (CO, UT)

Whitley. (MN, UT, FL)

Julia. (MN, UT)

Emily. (CA)

these are the people i consider my best friends. honestly?  i don't say that lightly. the people i can tell most anything. (and i'm not exactly an open book.) the people on my speed dial. the people i skype with. the people i have a lot of history with. the people who can call me in the middle of the night and not make me overly angry.

and there are plenty more who i just don't get to see enough, but i can honestly say i love being with them. like:

Johanna. (CA, WA)

Linnea. (CA, OR)

Danielle. (CA)

Ashley. (CA)

Kristina. (CA)

Kelsey. (CA)

Brionne. (CA)

Faith. (UT)

Holly. (CA, UT)

Shelby. (CA, UT)

Kathy. (CA)

Jackie. (CA, IL)

Katie. (UT)

Maham. (CA)

Kevin. (CA)

Michelle. (AZ, UT)

Nicole. (UT)

Rachel. (CA)

Kelly. (CA)

Jessica. (CA)

Jameson. (CA, HI)

Jen. (UT)

how did i get so lucky?  i'm just not sure how things happened so...happily. these lists don't even cover the adults in my life that have influenced me and that i can freely talk to.  i guess that just means i'm blessed?

maybe a little too blessed...there will be way too many bridesmaids at my wedding.

it's too easy to own a dog.

when you bring your dog to doggie day care Saturday-Sunday from 6:30 am to 7:00 pm, you know you're a

LAZY AMERICAN.

oh sure, we will feed your dog for you, morning and night (and maybe lunch too).  we will even give them a bath!  so when you take your pampered pet home, they will be tired and clean! hooray for you!  you now have NOTHING to do with your pet, except to finance his/her expensive lifestyle. 

PEOPLE!

I feel like owning a pet should mean something.  taking good care of your dog, yourself.  not that i'm not happy i have a paying job.  (actually, i'm not so happy, but thats a different point entirely.)  but the fact that places like the one i work at actually even exist is a sorry state indeed.  owning a pet is about responsibility.  if i have learned nothing else in my childhood, it would be that. every time i begged my mother or father for a pet, they required a full amount of research done before said pet could be acquired. (back when they even thought about getting us pets.)  i remember spending a good amount of time looking up websites and reading books about cockatiels, and then finally having my own beautiful bird named Piemur (later renamed Sweetcheeks when she started laying eggs) when i could handle the responsibility and all that it entailed. (the same method however, didn't work for ferrets. i read an entire book about them, but am still ferretless). take some amount of responsibility back, people of the rich world.  bathe your own dogs.  take them for a walk. take them to the beach. spend some dang time with them. or don't own them at all. 

the end of the waiting game.

the verdict is in. 

i was not accepted into the BYU nursing program.  


i'm actually excited. and happy. and looking forward to next year, at BYU, in utah. i know, those words coming from me? impossible!  

and its like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. sure, my parents might be disappointed. sure, they might think that i'm going to waste my life on "hobbies" and never have a real job because it isn't the nine to five typical white collar money making job they expect from their children.  sure, i'll even feel like a failure a bit when i see my parents faces fall as i tell them i'll actually be doing what i love instead of what they love...but i think its time.

time for me.

time for me to not worry about what my parents want or what the pay for the job i don't even have yet is. time for me to worry about what makes me most happy. unhappiness will not be tolerated this time around.  BYU will be fun, i do have a good roommate, i won't hate the snow so much, and i will like my classes and do well in them because i enjoy them. i won't hide behind all my books.  i will enjoy going to social functions. i might go on dates. i will laugh and sing loudly.  


i'm just so glad that this waiting game is over. i can plan my future at my own free will now, with no more applications (maybe) and just pushing through to get my bachelors of science and work with and/or for animals like i dreamed about as a little girl.  biology (and whatever comes after that), here i come!  


:)

hair.

i keep getting comments about my hair.

comments such as:  i can't believe you cut your hair! (then, as an afterthought) it looks great!
then there is:  OH MY GOSH YOUR HAIR IS ADORABLE!!!
then maybe:  its so short!  how did you do it?? i could never cut all MY hair off.
**side note: my answer to that question is, of course: "I let my 22 year old heterosexual brother with no prior experience cut my hair."

some people actually grieve the lengths of hair that i cut off.

it went from this:

to this:

in a matter of a few months while i was gone. grieve away people!  i'm happy as a clam. although who thought clams were happy? sometimes when i look at pictures i miss all my hair...but then i think of the painful hours of blowdrying in utah so my hair wouldn't freeze as i walked to class in the early mornings...and i have absolutely no regrets.  less hair, less problem, less annoyance, MORE SLEEP!  (which is huge when it comes to being in utah.)  

its almost like getting a restraining order against an abusive ex...i am FREE. 

i bet you never knew..

that you could take your dog to doggie day camp. and have ME as their camp counselor! yup, its true.  i work at Camp Bow Wow.  where your dog has a Dog Gone Good Time! you can even watch the dogs (and whoever happens to be in the camera's range) here at the Camp Bow Wow website. just to make sure your camper is having the best time possible!  they stay in cozy cabins with comfy cots to sleep on, and can "play all day, then snooze the night away!"

here are some good stories so far.  a bulldog named Drizzy eats your shoes while they're still on your feet as soon as you walk into the yard. no wonder he's in daycare. he is also crazy about the hose. and although it is on full blast (a hard stream of water designed to get all the remnants of poop off of the pooper scooper and actually hurts your hand) he wants you to aim it right into his mouth.  his mouth is huge, so its hilarious to watch.

a bordercollie whose name i can't remember actually made me feel personally violated--just because he was so strangely possessive over me. he would jump up and put his paws on my stomach and lower back, tuck his nose under his paws, and hold on for dear life. then snarled at any other dog who came near me.  i had the hardest time just getting that dog off of me!  he was practically superglued there. i think kneeing him finally worked.

there is a dog named Black Eyed Peas boarding with is. we call him Peas.

i hate chihuahuas. but, there is a cute one. his name is Mac. you'll be in yard one with the little dogs, and you feel just one little paw on the back of your calf, and its him. he just wants to cuddle.

there are a few other cute ones in yard one. little dogs have never been my favorite, but i love Fluffy and Weezy.  they both look like little white scraggly puppies. adorable!

there is the cutest little great dane puppy there in the world!  he's named Spike. and he was the last one there on saturday, so i just got in the cage with him and sat down on the ground and he came right over to sit in my lap. although he was a puppy, he was probably the size of a small border collie. SO CUTE!

so i'm in love with my job. who would have thought? :)

Oxymorons.

i felt like an oxymoron last tuesday. (but then i just felt well-rounded.)

in the morning, i was wielding a hammer and ripping out the drywall in our family room. isn't that attractive? (those are really safety goggles. not just strange glasses.)

and then, jenna and lily came to see us for a day. i turned into miss nanny. the best part was when, on wednesday, miss lily woke up from her nap and had poop all the way up her backside, almost to her armpits. we had an emergency bath then, and she wasn't very happy about it.  it probably didn't help that i accidentally turned the shower on her and the lukewarm water hit first my head then hers. i was laughing so hard i could hardly finish the bath, and she was crying her eyes out as the poop streamed off of her. (she was already crying before i turned the shower on her, so its not really my fault.. hahahahh.) i'm just glad i was a veterinarian's assistant..apparently it was preparing me for motherhood. this picture is right after the bath, so she had forgiven me by then. kids, what troopers!   now for some "awwww!" time: this is my perfect little lily, and her photoshoot.

She's the perfect picture of disdain right here..thats the dogs nose she thinks is gross. i really actually think she's just coughing. 

The Tale of Mr. Mosquito.

a bloodsucking monster was out to get me. 

setting: 1:15 a.m., the upstairs bathroom.

i heard him, buzzing around my head.

and then i saw him.

he landed on my hair, but i shook him off. he landed on my hair again, but i shook him off. 

and then he was on the wall, in perfect squashing position. 

right before his demise, i whispered the last words he ever heard.

" I'm gonna squash you like the bug you are."

and that was the end of mr. mosquito. 

Dream Fulfillment anyone?

 "While you may not become wealthy, you will have experiences that other people can only dream about.  This program helps to fulfill dreams."

Thats from the FAQ's of the website about EATM- Moorpark college.  That's all I want from life. My dreams fulfilled. :D

EATM

I love this place. I officially love this place. So after I get my nursing degree (maybe), I'm going straight into Moorpark College the Exotic Animal Training Program and becoming an Animal trainer. I read a novel about it too, by Amy Sutherland called Bitten, Kicked, and Scratched. I fully understand that the first year of the program I will be the grunt workers and laborers, not permitted to even speak to the animals, going to classes and scooping poop, as my parents love to say. There are no holidays for two years, the mercury breaks 100 regularly, and there is the highest possible chance that a hospital visit or two or three will be necessary.  It is required to break a birds neck with my bare hands, accepting the circle of life.

 But... this is a hyena.


The second years get to do the training. It all pays off in the end. These are the first years getting to train Schmoo, the sea lion. This is worth every drop of sweat.  Just look at them!

For Jeff

disclaimer: i was threatened into blogging this.

background 1: i hate things in costumes. non-human costumes, like say cougars? i hate them. disneyland characters are only minutely better. things like clowns? abso-freakin-lutely not.

background 2: i jump. at everything. surprises? are really surprising. scream worthy surprising.

so the story itself isn't all that surprising. but apparently hilarious.

jeff and i were in the wilk, and we were running down the stairs next to the elevator so i could prove to him that he had louisiana in the wrong place on the map he was drawing and this stupid thing in a cougar outfit (not the Cosmo one, apparently, but some older version of a cougar that looked more like a mouse than anything) JUMPED in front of the door to the stairwell-scaring the bejeezes out of me.

so the obvious response to this was : scream bloody murder and cower in terror.

apparently, something about that is hilarious. as in, jeff dear was bent over double in laughter for about 10 minutes. and then every time he looked at me after that, he laughed. its a good thing i got to prove him wrong that louisiana was not touching florida. :P

Horses to Healing

for the past semester, i have gotten involved with a group called Horses to Healing, and it helps kids with usually mental problems like RAD and autism. mostly we help with the horses, but occasionally we get in to the ring and get to interact with the children by sidewalking (just making sure they don't fall off.) i love it so much!

Horsey Kisses (my favorite horse)

She really likes the camera. And my jacket.

This is Star, with Buddy the mini horse. He's a little terror.

Our fabulous directors. Katie and Kelby. (this is the hard work part)

The result of a wet day, or just cleaning the water barrel.

A pregnant mare we took care of (she'll be foaling this month!!)

Pretty Ponies!

The Viral Saga

a couple of weeks ago, i ran out of my multi vitamin.

then, last tuesday, it happened.

for the first time in what feels like a year:

i got a sore throat.

at first it didn't bother me too much. i told myself it wasn't going to happen. i'd kill it with my other vitamins right away. lots of C. lots of B. lots of Zinc. i can do that. and then i decided to go to the temple on wednesday.

now, several times i've decided to go to the temple on wednesday, then woken up to gray skies and snow, and cancelled my plans. this time, i was done. i sure showed satan what i thought of him. i went to the temple anyway, freezing my patootie off and hardly making it alive. in the temple, however, i can remember no pain, no discomfort, not even the sore throat. love that. soon as i got out, however, was a different story. i thought i was just tired though, so i went to a review for physiology anyway. of course as soon as i sit down, i realize that i feel like crap. i could barely even hold my head up and floated in and out of conscious listening in that seat for the whole hour (and i'm sure my physiology prof thinks i'm crazy, since i sleep through his class every morning then come to his review and "sleep" through that as well). i almost didn't think i'd be able to make it back to my apartment, but i stumbled across the campus, changed, grabbed about three blankets and princess and the frog, and sat on the couch the rest of the night, alternating between freezing and burning and barely being able to move. i watched princess and the frog, twice, plus just like heaven. then things just got worse-i didn't sleep all night, had terrible dreams in the five minute intervals i did sleep, then the next day i'm still achey and feverish PLUS no sleep.

you know what. if you're still reading this, you should probably get a hobby. this is pretty boring. i only wanted to post this because i thought of the name "viral saga" and it made me laugh. what great troopers you are!

Reluctant Blood Typing Pandas

i've been reluctant to post a new post..but only because i love seeing that i have posted 111 posts so far, and i've never liked the number 12.

but my new obsession is blood types. last week we had a hematology lab for physiology and i loved it! i typed myself, i'm A-. which means i'm among 6.3% of people in the US who have A-. (this is going to be a really nerdy post, people, you've been warned.) so, like the nerd that i am, i mapped my family's blood types. my mom has A-, my dad has A+. which sucked for my mom because she had to get the Rh shots when she had us, because my dad was positive. then jenna is A+, eric is O+, and i'm A-. which means i get the shots when i'm pregnant too, if i marry a Rh + boy. (we don't know bryce's blood type, or dan's or lily's, so i didn't get too far.) but the fact that eric is O+ means that both mom and dad have AO+or- blood. because there are two genes. and my parents could have either been AA or AO, but they are AO. the O is recessive so no one really knows they have that recessive gene unless they have a kid that is O, getting both the recessive genes from their parents. its fascinating!!

also, did you know that all pandas in the US are only on loan from china? yeah, thats right. they're almost like a peacekeeping treaty between us. apparently, we really like these pandas. i know i do!

what?

it's not like i have "That Mattson Girl" stamped on my forehead.

but i do have HAPPY! on it.

LAST ESSAY OF THE SEMESTER

DONE!!!

ComedySportz, snow..and a date?

so last night i went on a blind double date with my roommate's current love interest's roommate. the guy (scott) didn't really talk (i tried to cover for both of us, and i don't usually talk that much, but i just made random comments about the decorations in the building, and entertained myself mostly), but the date itself was fabulous :D. i'm not quite sure how i got roped into it, but they bribed me. first with divine comedy, which would have been great. but then, since they couldn't get tickets, we went to COMEDY SPORTZ. its officially my new favorite place. i laugh my head off, and its all clean! it isn't hard to get me to laugh my head off, but this keeps me laughing for the whole show. i tried really hard not to snort though, since i was sure i was going to scare this guy off of dating forever..he's fresh off the mission, quiet, and still slightly scared of the opposite sex. but of course, i did snort, just when things had sort of quieted down and it was pretty loud. pretty embarrassing. especially when everyone turned around to try to see the girl who just snorted in the back. comedy sportz is a lot like "Whose Line Is It Anyway" but fantastically clean. :) and we saw a proposal! they asked a couple from the audience up on stage and they did some skit with the two of them, setting them up on blind dates because they'd been having some "trouble" with their relationship..and they had to choose between their blind date (the comedy performers) or the person they came with, and after she paused then turned to the guy she's been with since september, he got down on one knee and asked her to marry him. it was adorable, minus the part when he said "I like you a lot" and "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." its "I love you" and "I want to spend eternity with you" buddy. then she said yes & they went their merry way. well then we went to Rock Canyon and I went sledding for the first time (since i remember, because i think my parents would disagree) then when i decided i wasn't walking up the hill again (since i'd run a 5k that morning as well) i threw a snowball at my date. my plan worked perfectly. for about the next hour, we all threw snowballs and made snow angels and attempted to make snowmen, but apparently the snow wasn't right for snowmen. who knew there were different snowman making snows? but during the course of this fight, my date hit me in the face, ruining my makeup..(good thing it was dark).. then he kept hitting me in the head various times, then in the face once more (which hit me in the eye, making it water like crazy and ruin my makeup even more, then i couldn't open it for a few minutes, etc.) but when i looked up he was facefirst in the snow, banishing himself for hitting me so many times in the head. i made a few jokes so he would feel better about it, but to tell the truth..it still hurt this morning. but it was so much fun! i can't believe i was having fun in the snow, but i totally was. i was wearing my snow jumpsuit too. thats probably why i had fun: i wasn't wet. and my big boots, and gloves and hat kept me warm. so minus the face bombs, i was comfortable.

but yeah. thats basically how it went. i'll probably never talk to this scott character again, unless my services are needed for another double date, but...i dont really think i'll say yes to scott the next time.

To NOT Do list:

run a 5K.

because seriously, it wasn't fun. actually, walking it was nice, but running? nope. i also now realize why i hate running without a purpose, aka during soccer. because i've nothing else to think about but the fact that the reason i can't breath is the fact that i'm running. i can feel my throat closing as i start getting going, and thats it for me. i'm done. i like breathing normally, without wheezing and coughing like mom. it doesn't happen unless i run. my physiology prof says its 'exercise induced asthma'. i guess i'll need an inhaler soon. oh, and, exercising out in the cold made my hands swell up like sausages. it was SO gross. i could barely get my ring off. nastayyy. (ps. does that happen during pregnancy too? i'll have to hide my own hands from my own face. bleh.)

but all in all, once i started breathing semi-normally again, i could enjoy walking around provo. not that there is much to look at, but i do like the feel of being outside and working muscles. and when i wasn't thinking about getting enough oxygen, i could think of Mason and my Aunt Leson, who are fighting/fought cancer in their lives. The 5K money goes directly to cancer research. it was a good reflection period. prayers for Mason, memories of Leson. and there was the cutest puppy there too! :D i'm having non-human mammal withdrawls. from working at a vet and having two dogs to living in a dorm room? annoying.

but would i do it again? probably not.

i'll stick to my tae bo and that jump rope stretchy thingy i have.

The Dream Journal.

i have always had vivid dreams and remembered them when i woke up. most dreams were pleasant, about something that had happened, or about someone i knew. only a few were ever actually bad, but i have definitely had my share of murder dreams. this probably stems from my Bones, Psych, NCIS, and Monk obsessions, but i've definitely been the victim of a few bad dreams-involving serial killers especially. a couple nights ago i had a dream that a serial killer wanted the BYU creamery, but the BYU creamery was my home. he was trying to get to me in my home, in the BYU creamery. there were other details, but that was the gist of it. since when is the creamery home?? or BYU for that matter? its not. just to get that straight. and when BYU features in my nightmares..there has to be something wrong with that.

but then last night. usually i've been having baby dreams, or dreams in which i'm pregnant (don't read too much into that). but last night, i had a dream i've never had before. i was going on a mission. now why would i do that? i was going on a mission to Sweden. now, i love Sweden, and i was excited to go there, but i had this conflicting emotion like i wasn't supposed to go on a mission, like it was wrong of me. especially since i was only 19. and then, as i have often thought as my friends leave on their missions how terrible it would be to try to pack for two years, or in my case one and a half, my packing anxiety featured in my dream. i was on my way to the airport when i realized i'm going to SWEDEN, and that it gets COLD. i didnt have any jackets, gloves, tights, etc. i didnt even have a suitcase with me. nothing. no long missionary skirts, no button up blouses, nada, zip, zilch, zero. while i was freaking out about that, i woke up.

it really threw me off, this dream. i'm not going on a mission..its just not feasible. i might if i could go at 19, but when i'm 21 i'll be one semester and a capstone away from getting my nursing degree, and to leave then would just be stupid. that is, if all works out in that department. but anyway. that's all folks!

Princess and the Frog

i am not kidding you.

its my favorite disney movie.

no, its just my favorite movie. of all freaking time.

tonight i watched it in the varsity theatre. on BYU campus. and it was slightly fantastic. you could definitely tell it was BYU though, seeing as we watched the previews with all the lights turned on their brightest and there were couples everywhere. then a girl gets up & starts talking to us..she was hilarious in and of herself. she started saying something about some campus activity going on on the 20th of march, then stops herself to tell us that that is also the day that her 78 year old grandma is getting married. she called today to say she was engaged. BAHAHA. then she tells us of her most embarrassing date...she had an allergic reaction to chicken nuggets at Wendy's and on the way home her face was swelling up like in Hitch..then she felt like she needed to vomit. she was riding in the front seat of this rich kid's mercedes. no joke. she puked in this guy's car. then tried to gather it all up in her sweater and run home. siiicckk.

so that was preceding the movie. then during the movie, i get so excited. i love it. so much. i'm pretty sure i squealed through the entire thing. and the audience was great..all the girls were making such great noises i wasn't alone. oh, disney. how i love you. this beats all other disney movies though. i mean, they're still classic, and fantastic..but this one is over the top amazing. plus, the prince wears a sweater vest. definite point ringer, that one.

this line got the best reaction from the girls in the crowd (spoiler alert!!):

Naveen: Once you became my wife, you became...

Tiana: A princess. You just kissed yourself a princess.

Naveen: And.. I'm about to do it again.

the general "AWWWWW!!" from the audience said it all. or maybe it was the accent...??

;D

"I'm a big, tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything."

i've been thinking about hercules all weekend. why? no idea.

but when i got off the snowmobile scott was driving, i felt like meg getting off of pegasus.

"I'm Megara. But my friends call me Meg. At least they would if I had any friends."

my hair was everywhere. i had it in a pony, but what could escape from the holder did. and my bangs flew all over my face. the cold made my eyes water, and my freshly applied mascara ran down the sides of my face like tears.

"I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day."

i hadn't quite gotten my voice back, from screaming at scott at the top of my lungs. mostly informing him that a fence was coming up very fast. and my thigh muscles trembled (so I walked like an idiot) from the attempt to stay in my seat instead of flying off of it every time scott went over a little bump way too fast.

"I'll be fine. Just get me down before I ruin the upholstery."

not that i didn't enjoy it. i only thought i was going to die a couple of times. but here i am, in one piece, and i even lived to blog about it.

here are some more Meg quotes. and, they're really fantastic. whoever made this movie had so much fun with her character.

~"Well, you know how men are. They think "no" means "yes" and "get lost" means "take me I'm yours."

~"Hey, I've sworn off manhandling."

~"Think your nanny goat would go berserk if you played hooky this afternoon?...Aw, Phil Schmil. Just follow me, out the window, round the dumbbells, you lift up the back wall and we're gone."

~"Meg: Do they give you a name to go along with all those rippling pectorals? Herc: uhh, mm, uhh.. Meg: Are you always this articulate? Herc: Hercules! My, my name is Hercules. Meg: Herc, huh? I think I prefer Wonderboy."

~"Aw, how cute. A couple of rodents looking for a theme park."

~"He comes on with this big innocent farm boy routine, but I could see through that in a Peloponnesian minute."

~"I don't think your Pinto here likes me very much."
~"Don't worry, maybe Shorty here can explain it to ya."

Who wants to watch Hercules now?

~"Thanks for everything, Herc. It's been a real slice."

Usually

usually, i don't post about bad weeks. bad things. or actual emotional events in my life.

it hasn't been a usual week.

i can't even begin to explain how bad this week has been. and it's only wednesday. for example: today. its only ten oclock. but last night i forgot to set my alarm. so i woke up 10 minutes before my first class started..and just gave up. there's no point trying to make it then. especially without a shower. and this class takes attendance. then, when i get up to take a shower to make my next class at 9, someone is in it. so i wait. and skip my next class too. when i look at the fridge in the morning, the picture that i had put on it of my niece had been turned around and put back up. why would someone do that? apparently i offended one of my roommates by putting a picture of a baby up on the fridge. heaven forbid. maybe they were worried that we would run out of white space on the fridge surface. its in short supply. at 1045 today, i'm supposed to go to a TA office and review a paper i havent written. due friday at 9am. and at noon i have to decide whether to go to chemistry or skip it and go to the physiology review for the test i haven't studied for-because all the times that the reviews are, i have something else i should be doing right then. i have to take this test by friday. theres a housing fair today, but that runs all through my class schedule as well. i got the bad news about the house i wanted on monday, right after i tripped and biffed it up the steps to my own apartment. the nursing application is available now, which is a nagging stresser outer anyway. i've been ten times as homesick as usual, which can only help.

and all i want to do is go home.

It's a Beautiful Day

Warm (about 40), slight drizzle (not snow!), some sun, mostly cloudy though.

rain boots, sweats, bright green umbrella.

frank sinatra, showers

100% on a test

country songs. cowboy boots. horses. horse manure.

friends, gmail chat.

chatting with my grandpa on the phone.

nicely manicured nails.

just some of the things that have made me happy today.

BABIES EVERYWHERE!!