An Ineffable Journey

Letter of the Law vs. Spirit of the Law

2010-04-17T02:39:00.000-06:00

The other week in Sunday school we had a lesson about Moses and the 10 Commandments.
We talked about how Moses originally came down with the higher law, only to find the people worshiping an idol, and therefore he broke the tablets and came back what we know as the 10 Commandments written in the bible.
The teacher went on to talk about the higher law and the lower law.
It progressed into a joke about Sunday night/Monday morning 12:01 runs to Beto's for a burrito.
I have never been to Beto's so I didn't really understand the burrito talk.
Anyway, he was speaking about the letter of the law and the spirit of the law.
That night me and Jill went to 7 Eleven for drinks.
It was slightly after midnight, so it was technically Monday morning.
Jill asked me if we were breaking the letter of the law or the spirit of the law.
I replied that we were breaking the spirit.
We go to 7 Eleven, and they didn't have any caffeine free diet soda, strike 1.
So we get Slurpees instead and go to check out and add some money for gas.
The gay guy at the register, who probably really was gay, said that he had accidentally turned all the pumps off and he didn't know how to turn them back on.
I was like what the heck?
Normally it wouldn't have been a big deal, but we didn't have enough gas to make it home or to another gas station, strike 2.
Yes the tank was that low.
He said that the manager was coming to fix it.
She eventually shows up and turns the gas back on and we pump our gas and are on our way.
We then proceed to walmart for groceries.
And they are out of bananas, strike 3.
I swear who runs out of bananas?
REAAALLY?
So no bananas for me, which is a really sad day.
Bananas basically make up one entire food group in my diet.
So I'm pretty sure God was trying to teach us a lesson, since we didn't learn it during Sunday School.
We'll see if we ever dare go out at 12:01 am on Monday again.

Give Me an Update...STAT!

2010-03-30T23:45:00.003-06:00

If Kelsie would have just quite nagging me I wouldn't have to post...
That is not the case, hence I am blogging.
Lately I have been writing a disgustingly large amount of papers for school.
Therefore, this post will be mostly pictures.
Pictures are worth a thousand words right?
Februrary and March
P.S. Please forgive my photography skills, it is not something I have been blessed with.

Whoa! Did Marissa Die?

2010-01-24T11:39:00.001-07:00

Yes.

Well, maybe only from the blogging world.

But I have an almost completely legit excuse.

I broke my computer...

So I was without one for like a week...

Still doesn't explain the month plus absence I know, but let's be forgiving.

Despite the fact it's been over a month I can't think of any humorous stories, the kind I usually like to blog about because I hate wasting your time and I figure if you at least get a laugh from reading my blog it wasn't a complete waste.

New Year's Resolution: No sweets.

Except on very special occasions.

24 days and going strong.

Woot!

Meanwhile...actually right now and for the past few days, I've been shoving my face full of bran flakes which were introduced to me by my mom, and now I am introducing them to you.

You might say weird, but I will have you know that they actually taste pretty good and 3/4 cup provides you with 100% if your daily Vitamin C, IRON, Vitamin E, Thiamine, Riboflavin, Niacin, Vitamin B6, Folic Acid, Vitamin B12, Pantothenate, and Zinc needs.

Impressive I know.

What's even more impressive is that they included a Spanish nutrition facts label so I could recite all that to you in Spanish.

But I'll spare you.

Let's just say I was really confused when I first read that until I realized what I was reading was not English!

On the brink of fuming frustration.

Oh and why did I bold/capitalize iron?

Well I can never donate blood because my iron is too low, so the master plan is to eat a bunch of bran flakes so by the end of next week I will hopefully be able to donate blood.

Because, did you know that every three seconds someone in America is in need of blood, and one donation can save up to three lives?

I knew that.

Jill said to me that I could just take a multivitamin.

Really?

Would that be as cool as this amazing blog on bran flakes?

I think not.

Bah! I Broke My Key...

2009-12-09T12:24:00.003-07:00

The story goes as such.

Jed was bringing me home one night.

My roommates have the awful habit of locking the front door even when someone is home.

I have hardly no talent when it comes to locks and keys.

I never have really had to unlock doors before.

So this year was a new experience.

It was kind of exciting at first.

Then one day me and Jill were coming home and the door was locked.

I never have my keys when I'm with Jill, so Jill handed me her keys to unlock the door.

Since I am so talented with locks and keys, I basically bent Jill's key.

It's funny now.

I still think she's secretly bitter.

She brings it up a lot.

Anyway, Jed was bringing me home.

The door to my apartment was locked.

I pulled out my keys, and went to unlock the door.

The key bent.

I know!

Really Marissa?

Again?

I freaked.

The only reason the key survived last time was because Jill was there to rescue it.

I hurriedly got the key out somehow.

It was super distorted.

I tried to bend it back so I could unlock the door, and it completely snapped in half.

Okay so maybe I bent it hurriedly and a few times, cause I kept over compensating.

But what a sub-par key?

Anyway, I had to call Jill and have her come open the door.

Why the door was locked when Jill was home, I don't know.

The stupid things people do.

So this is now my key:

This is the culprit:

After this event I was pretty traumatized.

It's taken a lot of therapy for me to overcome this tragedy.

I've yet to ask the landlord for a new key.

This is How Cold Logan Is

2009-12-09T11:45:00.001-07:00

The other night I got home from Layton, and Jill said to me, "Did you see the ice in the bathroom?"

I was like no...

Why is there ice in the bathroom?

That's...not...normal...

I walked into the bathroom only to behold this:

All that stuff on the window is frozen ice.

Oh and there were cute little mini icicle looking things.

Last year it was frost on the inside of the car.

This year it's ice in the bathroom.

What next?

I wouldn't be surprised if Hell froze over.

Just sayin.

Weekend with the BFF

2009-12-09T11:22:00.000-07:00

This weekend I was alone and really bored.

My cousin and his volleyball team from Whitman College were coming on Friday night to play Utah State.

Cool right?

So I was planning on going to that...but Saturday was going to be dreadfully boring

Friday was already bad.

I basically sat at home all day doing absolutely nothing.

So I received a text from my BFF.

I informed her she should come to Logan.

So she did.

We watched volleyball, then I returned with her to the 801.

Don't you love being spontaneous?

I do.

The rest of my weekend was filled with red robin, movies, and fun. Thanks Kolonoscopy.

Ice Sculpture!...Almost.

2009-12-06T22:51:00.007-07:00

The story begins on a Thursday evening.

Because I am a Parks and Rec major, I had already completed all my homework for basically the rest of the semester.
Jill for some reason was reading about the events eventing in Lehi.
She informed me that there was an ice sculpture demonstration at Thanksgiving point, as well as live reindeer who can't actually fly.
Jill wanted to go see these holiday attractions, so I suggested we go.
Jill was like, "really?" and I was like, "yeah."
So we went.

We drove two hours, then stopped at Wal-Mart so I could get an ear warmer.
Jill says it makes me look like a ninja.
We finally got to Thanksgiving Point,

Only to discover this:

If only you could have seen Jill's face.
I thought she was going to cry.

Despite this major set back, we tried to enjoy our time at Thanksgiving Point, for example:

After our short visit, we went to Jill's little sister's school book fair.

The only thing I could bring myself to buy were these two bookmarks.

They only cost 50 cents each.
And why yes, I did have to charge my debit card for only a dollar.

As we were leaving, I discovered the elevator and made Jill take it with me.

Then hold the door while I took a picture.

The End. Almost.
The rest of the evening consisted of The Office, yelling at Delilah, and belting out Christmas and Glee songs.
It was most delightful.
Oh dear!
I almost forgot one of the best parts.
On our way home from the school, we stopped at this house in the neighborhood.
It was incredible.
You pulled up in front of their house, tuned your radio to a set station, and their Christmas lights coordinated with the beat of the music!
It was so totally wicked!
See for yourself!

I.Love.Glee!

2009-12-04T09:22:00.007-07:00

Yes, I have fallen victim to loving Glee just like everybody else. Normally that whole being just like everybody else thing would bother me, but I feel solid in my decision to like Glee despite it's overgrown popularity. If you don't know what Glee is you may as well just be dead to me, OR you should figure it out by viewing one of the many spectacular spectacular episodes.
I may love Glee, and many of the characters, but let me tell you, some of them are less than lovable. I'll break it down for you.

First there is Quinn. I.Love.Quinn. I know many might call her a strumpet and a liar, but she actually cares about Glee unlike half the other kids. Like remember that time she stuck it to the man, played dirty, and got Glee Club a whole page in the Thunderclap? I do. And that same time when she choose being a part of Glee Club over Cheerios?

Then there is her not-so-better half Finn. I.Hate.Finn. First he agrees to be the Glee Club Co-Captain, then he goes and decides to ditch Rachel in the Thunderclap picture that Mr. Schue wrote a personal check of over three-hundred dollars for. That's what I call a bumpkin. He's not even that good looking, come on, really? Plus he's immature and stupid. Like remember that time when he said, "We didn't even have sex..." to Quinn's mom, how stupid can he be. Honestly!

Next comes the Glee Captain Rachel. I.Hate.Rachel. I know everyone thinks her intensity is funny, but I think it's weird and freaky. Like remember that time she fell in love with Mr. Schue, and he sang that amazing mash-up to her? And she said, "I'm very young and it's hard for you to stand close to me."? OH and when she bought him that novelty tie and cleaned his bathroom?? She's psychotic, selfish, and plays the 'I have two gay dads' card too often.

Here is the aforementioned crush of Rachel, Will, better known as Mr. Schuester. If we were going to rank crush-worthy teachers at this school, he'd be number one with a bullet. I.Love.Mr.Shuester. Even when he is all angry and scary, he's still ridiculously good looking, and a lot to lose. He basically makes my heart melt, especially when he raps. Or just sings. But mostly raps.

Then there is his wife Terry. I.Hate.Terry. Yeah, yeah I know she loves him, but she is out of control. Basically stealing Quinn's baby, and planning to pretend it was her own? Come on, we all knew Will was going to find out eventually. What a stupid diabolical plan. Plus, she's selfish and rude. And she hates Will's singing and dancing and Glee Club. If the show would go how I wanted, Will would divorce her, which would then allow....

Him and Emma to try having a real relationship. I.Love.Emma. She is so fun and happy. Oh and did I mention clean? Plus, she is sweet and supportive of Will and Glee Club, whereas the former liar face, hates the singing and dancing bit. Again, if the show went how I wanted it to, Will would divorce Terry, and Emma would decide NOT to marry...

This guy. Ken. I.Hate.Ken. First off, don't be fooled by the tux, he is usually wearing a sweaty t-shirt and shorty-short gym shorts that need to be outlawed. I'm sure I'm not the only one who they make feel slightly uncomfortable, but mostly disgustified. He cares about Emma, but he's just not right for her. She's settling because she's desperate. Plus, he's dirty/smelly/lacks-any-personal-hygiene, and like I said, she's clean.

Next is Sue. I.Love.Sue. I love how mean she is, it's outright funny. Sue's Corner is probably the greatest thing since white bread. "All I want is just one day a year where I'm not visually assaulted by uglies... and fatties. Seriously Ohio these retinas need a day off. So here's the dream. Friday after Christmas, which I have off, if you're hideous stay at home. Spend the entire day watching home videos of a time when you weren't too repulsive for me to ever want to look at. And that's how Sue, C's it. " Phahahaha. Enough said.

Puck. I.Love.Puck. I know he is a punk, theif, and whatever else, but he actually has some brains! Now whether he decides to use them is up to him, but there at least there! Plus he's almost-not-quite-sensitive. Like that time he said, "No one deserves this feeling. You know what the worst part is, it's not the burning in your eyes, or the way the slushie drips all the way into your underpants, it's the humiliation. I feel like I could burst into tears at any moment."

I.Love.Kurt. Kurt sings like a girl, and sometimes dresses like one. Favorite Kurt quotes, "You need to call me before you get dressed. You look like a technicolor zebra." or "Get me to a day spa. Stat!"

Artie is cute, sweet, and I love his song 'Dancin' with Myself.' I.Love.Artie. Favorite Artie quotes, "We plan on smacking them down like the hand of God!" or "Well, you're irritating most of the time, but don't take that personally."

Wheelchair Becky???

2009-12-03T13:13:00.004-07:00

This semester I have been taking a class as part of my major called Diverse Populations.
It was all about providing recreation experiences to people who are...diverse?
(can you tell I learned a lot?)
Anyway, we were given a group project in which we had to design an outdoor recreation facility that met ADA guidelines. As a group we chose to design a fun park. One of the attractions at our fun park was a 9 hole mini golf course.
We were google-ing trying to find pictures of wheelchair accessible mini golf courses which are pretty non-existent.
In our search we came across this uh *insert appropriate descriptive word* blog titled "Wheelchair Becky."
We were like what....the...H??!!
It is this entire blog about a barbie named Becky in a wheelchair and her adventures. It is full of all sorts of pictures of the things Becky does everyday.
I'm pretty sure the blog author takes Wheelchair Becky EVERYWHERE they go. A little weird/disturbing but slightly and politically incorrectly funny, like this video.

Before this I didn't even know Wheelchair Becky existed!

Are You a Shopaholic?

2009-10-20T16:25:00.008-06:00

The conversation went as such:

Brian: I like your belt.
Me: Thanks! It's new.
Brian: Are you a shopaholic?
Me: Did I tell you that?
Brian: No, you just always seem to have new things.

Little did he know the shirt and earrings are new too :)

I Think I Fainted When I Read This

2009-10-20T16:00:00.009-06:00

I have made it a pretty rigorous habit of checking my email about oh I'd say 47 times a day. This morning I discovered four new inbox messages, as follows:

Footlocker: Coupon....crap.

American Camp Association: Newsletter....would feel bad if I called this crap...but crap.

Dilworth: Reminder about the P&R activity...S.

And last but oh my friends definitely not least,

Twitter:

Hi, Marissa.

Lauren B (busybeelauren) is now following your tweets on Twitter.

A little information about Lauren B:

603 followers
1205 tweets
following 192 people

Definitely not crap! I practically fainted when I saw this, and it totally made my day! Lauren has one of the cutest and most adorable blogs I've ever seen and I am just flattered. I know this could totally come off as major creeper material, but I love her! I don't know why she's following me on Twitter, or how she found me but you should read her blog, especially if you're a Vampire Diaries fan.

Freak...Out....

2009-10-20T14:40:00.004-06:00

I'm sitting in recreation programming. Yup. The professor is neat, but pretty traditional as far as teaching style goes, so I'm sure if he had noticed what was going on he would have been pretty appalled.

Anywhoozle, he was in the middle of his lecture and I bent down to pull something out of my backpack when....WHAT THE H???!!! There is a BEE, yes that's right, a LIVE BEE just perched on my planner right there in my backpack. I hate hate HATE bees so right about now I'm having a major silent freak out. I mean there is no way I am going to leave it in my backpack, but I can't shoo it away either to swarm around the classroom.

I quickly got Mariah's attention and told her to deal with it. I kept bugging her till she finally grabbed the planner out of my backpack and shook the bee onto the ground. I'm completely freaking out this whole time fyi. By now I'm thinking the bee must have been injured cause it should have been buzzing off right about now.

Then...it starts twitching. I whisper yelled at Mariah, "It's moving!" She replies, "Now it's dead," as she squishered it with her shoe.

I didn't feel bad for the creature until Mariah GROUND it into the carpet. I told her to pick up her foot, and all that was left were little pieces of leg and wing. Grody to the max.

Things You Should Probably Know...Holla!

2009-10-19T00:22:00.003-06:00

1. Mmmmm I love LOVE these fictional people called vampires.
2. Come February we're going to Denver to present at the ACA national conference.
3. I've gone 28 days without texting now...3 more to go...take that Dallin! I guess we can say I haven't been textually active.
4. I need a wicked awesome summer job...any ideas?
5. If you love someone, tell them. For hearts are often broken by words left unspoken.
6. I love...vampires.
7. I shop uncontrollably. I'm in need of an intervention. But...! I bought really cute clothes!
8. It's weird...but my boss is my friend.
9. There's nothing I hate more than knowing I've disappointed someone.
10. I listen to music every night so I can fall asleep...

What I Wish I'd Know Last Week...

2009-10-08T21:13:00.004-06:00

For weeks now, the oil light on Jill's van has been on. Normally we ignore it, but one day we decided we should probably take action. Jill called her dad and he suggested we check the oil. We were on our way to Wal-Mart already, so once we got there we parked and popped the hood. I was probably most likely once taught how to check oil....but probably most likely forgot...mostly. This was the extent of my knowledge: pull out the dipstick, wipe off the dipstick, stick it back in, and wa-la! it tells you whether you need oil or not. Jill has absolutely no clue about oil, so I decided I probably needed to tackle this one.

We obviously weren't prepared and the only thing we had was a Wendy's napkin...it would have to work. I pulled the dipstick out, wiped it off, stuck it back in, pulled it out, but there was no wa-la! All I had was this stick with some oil on it. Jill and I stared at it for a while, tried to figure it out, couldn't, and just kept staring at it. Finally, a male stops and asks us if we need help...DUH! I explained to him we were simply checking the oil but we couldn't tell if it was low or not. Meanwhile, Jill is on the phone with her dad trying to figure things out, and you can only imagine what it would be like for a 19 year old girl to try to explain such a thing over the phone.

Back at the farm, the male had taken control of the operation and informed me that indeed our oil was critically low. Me being a great critical thinker, knew that the type of oil we needed was clearly printed on the oil cap, and me being quite observant knew what the oil cap looked like. I confirmed with him these facts and Jill and I set off to buy some oil.

When we reported the oil level to Jill's father, he suggested we put two whole containers in the van. So we proceeded to purchase two pints of oil, the cheapest brand of course, and headed back tot he parking lot. We re-filled the oil, got in the van, and set off on our merry way...or so we thought. The oil light still wouldn't go off! OH...WELL...

Later, Jill informs me her dad is going to come up to Logan to check on the van and just make sure everything is in good shape. This relieves me. Saturday, Jill's dad comes and he discovers the oil level is freakishly high. So he proceeds to drain it all and there was such a monstrous amount that Jill had to empty her gallon milk carton to catch it all. Ridiculous. I guess that's what happens when girls try and be mechanics. The van ended up being in working order, but that oil light is still crazy.

Just Like Twilight? I Think Not!!!

2009-09-17T12:16:00.006-06:00

The other day I watch the pilot episode of the CW's new show Vampire Diaries. Some may argue that it is just like Twilight, however the fact is that Twilight is just like Vampire Diaries. The show is based on a book series written in 1991, way before Twilight. I love Edward, but perhaps I love Stefan more. He is way way way more attractive. See for yourself and tell me what you think.

Have You Ever Laughed this Hard?

2009-09-11T23:34:00.007-06:00

I was recently home for Labor Day weekend and my cousin's wedding. One evening my family, including my aunt and uncle, and I were all sitting around the table playing Remember When. If you're not familiar with Remember When I'll fill you in. It's really simple. Everyone takes turns telling funny stories of things that have happened in the past. So if I'm telling a story I'd begin by saying, "Remember when..." and I'd proceed with the comedic tale.

There is this one story that always gets me and I always laugh uncontrollably. As soon as my brother started telling this particular story I knew I was done for. Like I said, we were all gathered around the table and I happened to be eating a very delicious box of Nerds as pictured below.

At the first mention of the story I began to laugh. I laughed harder, and harder, and harder until my reflexes reminded me I was eating Nerds. I began to cough. I coughed harder, and harder, and harder until my reflexes reminded me I was choking. I began to choke. I choked harder, and harder, and harder until my gag reflex decided to kick in. That's right folks, I began to gag. I gagged harder, and harder, and harder until I finally threw up. I know. Sick and disgusting. Sorry to gross you out with this but I've thought about it and I feel it is necessary.

So by now I am seriously throwing up. It was totally legit. The kitchen sink filled with puke and I had to turn on the garbage disposal to get it to all go down the drain. Let's just say I threw up more than just the Nerds. Oh to make things even pleasanter, I later found some leftovers in my hair. The end.

Recent Loves <3

2009-09-11T20:08:00.010-06:00

What is this funny little thing you may ask. Well you're in luck cause I'm about tot ell you. It is probably one of the greatest inventions ever invented. Before I got one of these I avoided using my wide-mouthed Nalgene bottle cause every time I did I ended up spilling liquid all down my front. Not the most attractive way to wear your shirt. However, my life has been changed. I now have a "Splash Guard" and am back to using my Nalgene. It does an amazing job at preventing any spills even when I'm walking or spinning. Plus, each time I take a drink it smiles at me :) Check them out at www.guyotdesigns.com

Spin. So. Hard. Yet. So. Fun. I am basically out of breath just writing this. The instructor is hardcore which means an intense workout. I suggest trying it sometime. It is SO much better than running on a treadmill.

PowerBars are usually gross right? Not these ones! Delicious! I love them. Oh and the best part besides their taste? 10g of protein.

Some would argue with me that these are gross, but I think they're num-num. Totally worth the 0 calories ;) Try them and let me know what you think yo!

My new phone. The Blackberry Curve 8520 now with the new track pad brought to you by RIM. Sadly my old phone is MIA. However, I love this phone just as much. It really helps me keep my life in order with it's user friendly calendar and to-do list.

Rad Photos

2009-09-11T19:26:00.006-06:00

Delicious evening snack after our team meeting. Aggie mint chocolate chip ice cream. Brownies from a box made by Jed and yours truly. Some asparagus contributed by the one and only Mark. PLUS, a nice arrangement resulting in aesthetic satisfaction compliments of Jed.

Labor Day hike up to the waterfall at Adam's Canyon. A picture is worth a thousand words.

I took a run and couldn't help myself from taking the last two pictures. Low quality considering I only had my phone. But a little bit of Logan for all to enjoy.

And last but not least, a few pictures from my summer. I miss waking up to this every morning.

The Vacuum Ate My Toe!

2009-06-05T17:04:00.003-06:00

The culprit...

Today started as if it were any other day but fate knew it would soon take a turn for the worse. I was vacuuming the bathroom, it's just something I do, don't worry about it, and things were going great. The vacuum and I seemed to be getting along fine, no problems. I was using the hose and the vacuum was doing a marvelous job of vacuuming. The bathroom is super skinny, so instead of trying to do a 180 with the vacuum I simply decided to go in reverse. However, things did not go as smoothly as planned.

I had the vacuum propped up on the back wheels so it would roll easier and somehow my foot got under the roll-y thing at the front. Who knew this was supposed to turn while the vacuum was set to "hose"? It scraped and grated against my toe and all I thought was, "Oh that hurt worse than I would have thought," and I promptly moved my foot out of the way. Then it happened again. This time I thought, "OH THAT HURT WORSE THAN I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT." I quickly finished vacuuming and after I finished I actually had the chance to think about what happened.

I thought, "That stupid vacuum probably tore a hole in my sock." Now, the thought of a holey sock really infuriates me so by now I'm pretty angry. I look down at my sock only to have my worst fear confirmed...there it is...a HOLE. I am more than infuriated now and as I look closer and catch a glance at the toe that lies beneath the sock, I think, "Something is not right." I rip the sock off only to behold this disgusting fate!!!

I run into my parent's bedroom and find my mom. By now I'm basically in tears and I exclaim, "The vacuum ate my toe!!" My mom looks at me, looks at the toe, and starts laughing. Hysterically. I cannot believe she is laughing at my pain. I was enraged. Still laughing, and observing that I'm crying, she asks, "Does it really hurt that bad?" I automatically answer, "YES!" My mom knows me pretty well and replies, "Or are you just sad you wrecked your toenail, and worried it won't look good in sandals and a swimming suit?" She caught me. I simply started crying harder and replied, "I'll have to blog about this."

I Basically FAIL at Blogging...

2009-06-04T10:59:00.000-06:00

So I am constantly on my blog but only to check up on the blogs I follow. And even though I am on my blog multiple times a day, I never actually post. I figure this is because I no longer have goofy roommates to tell stories about. Let's just say life has been pretty mellow since moving home.

I am on the fourth and final week of being home, but it has begun to feel like an eternity. Not because I don't like being home, don't get me wrong, it's great and relaxing. Being home means free food, dishwasher, free laundry, and loads of other perks. The boredom is just close to unbearable. I mean there are probably things I should be doing like packing...but who wants to do that?

June 8th is our first day of camp, as it gets closer my enthusiasm has been dwindling. It does not seem to me that it will be as fun as it previously was. The worst week of my summer, staff week aka H-E-Double-Bendy-Straws week, is quickly approaching. Staff week basically means getting camp ready for the campers/scouts, which in turn means hard, manual labor. My father might say "It will do you some good," but I'm not so sure. I was up at camp a couple weekends ago for a staff meeting and I was appalled by the state of things. I'll sum up the situation in one word...WRECK.

So even though I had no reason not to blog previously, now I do. I will be at Bear lake working 14 1/2 hour days and getting paid approximately $1.67 per hour. Oh and who knows if I'll have any contact with the outside world. Someone had the idea of not allowing cell phones. I'm pretty infuriated about this. I don't mean to sound "Woe is me," I did sign up for this job, I wasn't forced. You're right, I should stop complaining and just be grateful I have two legs and can walk.

Which leads me to one of my new favorite songs. I'm not necessarily a huge fan of the sound, but it's what's being said that makes it so...endearing? It's called "Sounds Like Life to Me," and it's by Darryl Worley, and my favorite lines go as so:

Sounds like life to me, it ain't no fantasy. It's just a common case of everyday reality. Man I know it's tough, but you gotta suck it up. To hear you talk you're caught up in some tragedy, sounds like life to me.

So it sounds like I just need to suck it up. Oh and the cell phone thing, I don't think I can suck that one up, so cross your fingers he'll change his mind.

Nothing much else has been happening in my neck of the woods. Reconsidering my major once again so if you have any suggestions, send them my way! That's it. Cheers!

Do You Know Why You've Been Pulled-Over?

2009-04-15T23:58:00.004-06:00

Okay this happened and I seriously could not wait to blog about it. The story starts as such: I am chilling in my apartment doing some homework and my two friends/upstairs-neighbors come down and invite me to go to Wal-Mart with them. This is basically a normal occurrence considering how much I love grocery shopping. It is seriously one of the FUNNEST things out there. Anyway, we head to Wal-Mart, and really the only reason I go is cause I need contact solution. Does everybody realize how expensive that is? I had never had to buy it for myself before and when I looked at the price I thought I might hurl. Well anyway, we were on our way, my friend Will is driving, I am sitting shotgun, and Chris is riding back-seat-middle-feet-on-the-hump. We have seriously just left campus when I got a phone call from Jessica DEMANDING that I get her some cream cheese so Jill can make her some fruit dip or something for her strawberries. So I am on the phone and suddenly I smell something very much like fire. I turn towards Will and realize it is fire! He has got a LIT bottle rocket in his hand and he is holding it out the window about to shoot it off. Instinctively a grab his arm and try to pull it back in which in reality is a stupid STUPID idea. So basically the firework almost BLEW UP in the car and I could have DIED (plus I think my scream killed Jessica's ears). Now the thing with these fireworks is that Will has had them FOREVER, and basically a whole trunk full. I keep warning him that he should not have them let alone set them off, but he never listens. So we head to Wal-Mart and all is good right? So we are heading home and Will takes a random neighborhood route, and suddenly I see smoke rising from the car lighter. SERIOUSLY? Seriously. Not again Will, once should have been enough. I try and wrestle him to stop but the fact that he is ten times stronger than me and driving makes it difficult, and out the window flies the bottle rocket. So by this time we are almost home and we are turning onto our street when Will says, "Oh crap," and the sirens start flashing through the back windows. Great. Will pulls over and I am just sitting there expecting the cop to approach Will's window. Suddenly I hear this tapping on MY window and I quickly fumble to roll it down. By this time there are like FOUR cops. Seriously? Seriously. I get my window down and the cop shines a flashlight in my eyes, and asks "Do you know why you've been pulled over?" I am almost basically in tears considering my deep and penetrating hate/fear of cops. I stutter, "N-n-n-o. I d-d-didn't do anything." Okay did the cop seriously think it was ME who shot that off? Did he even see me? I mean I so don't look the type. So now another cop is on Will's side of the car and asks him the same question, and continues that he had been right behind us when Will let off the bottle rocket, and blah blah blah, yes we know it is illegal. Will admits to it and hands over the rest of the fireworks. The cop also checked Will's chosen beverages of Hawaiian Punch and Mountain Dew. Oh and the best part of this whole thing is that he was FINGER-PRINTED. That was great. So now Will has to appear in court, and I just wish he had listened to me it would have saved him A LOT of trouble. Stupid boys.

April 1, 2009

2009-04-15T22:59:00.003-06:00

April first was an exciting day. Lots of rad stuff happened!
1. My best friend Josh left for the MTC. I know he will be an AWESOME missionary and I am so proud of him!

2. Frank Warren, the founder of PostSecret, came and spoke at the university. Frank Warren's PostSecret project invites whoever wishes to send him creatively decorated postcards bearing secrets they have never before revealed. He shares thses secrets on his blog, traveling art exhibit, and through his books. I had the opportunity to attend his lecture with two of my greatest friends Jess and Jed. Frank's message is really inspirational and it is just really neat to hear all his stories and experiences. He even did a book signing which was super exciting! What made this experience so impactful for me was an experience I shared earlier in the semester with Jed and some other good friends in my social rec class. In this class we are split into small groups and as a group we must plan and implement a social rec experience for our class. My group, (me, Jed, Alyssa, and Adam) chose a Masquerade theme. The message or "lesson-to-be-learned" from our experience was to not hid behind a mask, and be who we really are. Jed had the awesome idea to include PostSecret as part of the experience. As a class we all anonymously shared an secret and it was just really amazing to hear some of those secrets and I felt that we really able to bond as a class. I recommend checking out the blog (www.postsecret.blogspot.com) or if you get the chance go flip through one of the books!

3. Me and Jess pranked Jill good. We basically told her that on the way home from PostSecret, Jess had hit a dog. Phahaha funny. Jess is a good actor by the way. She whipped out those fake tears like nobody's business. Me however...not so much. I was laughing the whole time, and Jill just thought I was being a jerk and kept hitting and scolding me. It was awesome.

Why is MY Mayo in the Garbage??

2009-03-24T12:24:00.001-06:00

The other day I am relaxing at my apartment, when suddenly the rancid horrid smell of a freshly opened can of tuna hits my nose as Jill prepares a tuna fish sandwich. Okay not really but Jill really is making a tuna fish sandwich. She pulls out a container of mayo and asks me, "Is this yours?" I reply, "I have no idea is there a name on it?" "No." "Hmmmm. Well, It could me mine. Let me look at it." I study the container for a bit, look at the date, realize that it has far surpassed the expiration date, and say, "This is so expired. I don't know if you want to eat that." "Well will I get sick?" I open the container and take a whiff even though I don't know what rotten mayo smells like. "I don't know. Better not risk it," and with that I toss the container in the trash without another thought. Jill proceeded to use a different jar of mayo and all is well right? Or so we thought....Hours later Jillian and myself are sitting in her room just chillin like villains. suddenly we hear Jess' voice come flying in from the kitchen, "Who threw my mayonnaise in the trash?????!!!!!" Me and Jill looked at eachother, stared in astonishment for a bit, then broke out in uncontrolable boughs of laughter. Jess then enters and goes off in her crazy woman voice, "Jill, Marissa. Who do you think you are? Throwing away my mayonnaise?" We explain how we thought it could have possibly been mine, and that it was expired anyways. Jess continues, "Mayonnaise does not expire. It's good forever. I can't beleive you guys. IT HAS MY NAME ON IT!" I sheepishly tell Jess I'm sorry and that I'll buy her a new one, and she replies, "Oh my gosh it's fine. Just stop throwing away my food while I'm gone. Seriously, I come home and there it is in the trash." Me and Jillian are still laughing.The funny thing is that upon discovering the expired mayonnaise we also discovered several of what I really hope were my expired yogurts. We threw it all out and Jill demanded that I take out the trash. I reasoned that the trash wasn't even half full and that I was not taking it out. She argued, but I won. I can only imagine what would have happened to me and Jill if we had in fact taken out that trash...

Happy Birthday Mom!!!!

2009-03-21T19:32:00.000-06:00

Today just happens to be the big 4-2 for Mom!

Here are 42 things I love about you! Happy Birthday!

I love that you are a great mom.
I love that you always tell me "I love you."
I love your red hair.
I love how much you love your family despite everything.
I love that you love giving service and helping others.
I love that you love the gospel.
I love that you care enough about people to be a nurse.
I love the way you encourage and support me.
I love that you buy antibiotics for fish.
I love that you are paranoid about cops.
I love the patience you have for little kids.
I love that you always have a positive attitude.
I love how you send me care packages.
I love the way you imitate us kids when we're being brats.
I love that you came to all my soccer games growing up.
I love that you love genealogy.
I love that you love cemeteries like I do.
I love that when I'm home you make my favorite foods.
I love that you will play card games with me.
I love that you've learned how to play the piano.
I love the memory of that time you tripped in Wal-Mart. :)
I love that growing up you made all our Halloween costumes.
I love the accepting and loving attitude you have for everyone.
I love that you have a strong testimony and you've shared it with us.
I love the good example you've set for me.
I love that you had sense enough to give me a normal name.
I love how you like trying new recipes.
I love how much you love your grandparents.
I love the talent you have for making everything beautiful.
I love that you took time to teach me how to sew.
I love your work ethic.
I love that you like making fun of dad with us.
I love how much you love to read and learn.
I love that you were home while was was in school.
I love the compassion you have for people.
I love the color of your eyes.
I love that you kept me alive as a child.
I love your freckles.
I love how you always take the time to do things right the first time.
I love how clean and organized you are.
I love that you crack your elbows.
I love how much you appreciate the littlest things.

I LOVE YOU MOM!

Aggie Basketball!

2009-03-21T19:13:00.000-06:00

Basketball. Utah State Aggies. Last home game of the season. San Jose State. Two crazy guys and a silly girl. Two hours of face-painting. Hours of anticipation. Game time. Third row center seats. Yelling, screaming, cheering, and HECKLING. All this my friends did in fact produce a win! WAC Champions, HOLLA!

Party!

2009-03-02T15:56:00.000-07:00

Saturday me and my roommates had a bunch of friends come over for a party, it ended up being a BLAST! I'll just tell you a bit about a few of the activities we did. For my favorite one, we gave everyone two pieces Double Bubble Chewing gum in a variety of colors, and ordered them to get chewing! Each participant was to then sculpt their gum into a work of art on an index card by only using toothpicks. It was quite difficult, but our creations turned out FANTACULAR! It may sound disgusting, and maybe it is, but check out the pics!

My other favorite game was introduced to me by a friend and the game is entitled: Flippy Cups. Each contestant is given three plastic disposable cups which are then filled with about a centimeter or two of water (others play it with beer I hear). The object of the game is to be the first person to drink all their water, and to also get all their cups flipped upside down. Play begins with each player holding one cup in their hand, and simultaneously everyone raises their cup in the air and yells, "Drink!" Each player than chugs their first cup of water and then places the empty cup right side up on the edge of the table or counter. The players than try to flip the cup using their finger and get it to land upside down. Everyone races to accomplish this feat with their first, second, and final cup. The last player to finish is out, and play continues till there's a final champion. I hope that made sense because this game is amazingly fun and you all should try it! I've included pictures and a even a diagram to help clarify. Cheers!

Door-Napped! Filthy Neighbors.

2009-02-25T22:14:00.000-07:00

We're all just chilling in our apartment one evening, probably absorbed in Gilmore Girls, and the most tragic thing happened. Upon finally deciding to remove ourselves from the comfort of our living room, we discovered our pantry door had been stolen. Yes, DOOR-NAPPED! It had been taken right off the hinges, and what's worse is we didn't hear or see the perpetrators. The door is still MIA....I wonder if we'll get it back.

Wow. Another one of our adorable neighbors' farewells. Three down, three to go. It's so exciting to see them all leave on missions, but hard. The 12 of us basically lived together for a semester, ate each other's food, slept on each other's couches, and chilled each other's objects in Jell-O. Elder Coburn, aka Kendell, is serving in The Democratic Republic of Congo. Elder Christensen, aka Sam, The Switzerland Geneva Mission and Elder Clark, aka Jordan, has been called to the West Indies. Geoff, another one of our neighbors, recently recieved a call to the Argentina Resistencia mission. All WAY exciting places!!! I know they all are and will be amazing missionaries!

Random Pictures and Adventures

2009-02-21T17:23:00.000-07:00

Valentines Day came, and us all being single, decided to throw a cupcake party! We had friends and neighbors over and 3 cups of oil, a dozen eggs, four cake mixes, 3 tubs of frosting, and 4 bags of various candies later, we had baked, frosted, and decorated 98 cupcakes. Wow. Some of them turned out completely AWESOME, and some of them not so awesome....

We've all been living in Logan for almost SEVEN months now (wow the times gone by so quick!), but none of us had set out on the task of becoming a true resident of this awesome city. To do so requires frequent and regular visits to the local library. We finally decided to tackle the challenge. Locating the library took some time, but it was totally worth it! We each got our own library cards and a few lousy books. Jess and I were excited about the pieces of plastic, but you should have seen Jill, she was COMPLETELY STOKED about all her books. Sadly for her she checked out the fourth book of a series and spent some time reading the novel in a midst of confusion before realizing her mistake. Remember, "Having fun, isn't hard, when you've got a library card!"

Okay, so this is just the epitome of disgustingness. We were at Buckle, and upon walking into the dressing room discovered THIS!!! Can I just say GROSS???

This had to be one of my favorite events of the week. It's about dinner time and we're all cooking and hanging out in the kitchen. Hilary decides she wants some corn which is fair enough. She retrieves her frozen corn from the freezer and proceeds to pour the ENTIRE bag into a pot. I noticed she used the whole bag, and started laughing that she planned on eating that much corn. Jess then noticed and as shown ended up laughing on the floor. Amidst our chuckles, Hilary just stood there saying, "What? What?! That's what the directions say!!" It was just so funny to see Hilary with a humongous pot of corn. As I write this I'm thinking this is just one of those things you had to be here for...

Cary Judd

2009-02-19T21:14:00.000-07:00

Cary Judd is my newest musical discovery and love. His lyrics are amazing and he really has a way of connecting with his listeners. You can download his first two CDs for free from his website www.caryjudd.com. My two favorites are Everything Stops and Lullaby. Give him a listen you won't regret it!

I Like Dogs

2009-02-19T20:45:00.002-07:00

Okay so this is a video my roommates introduced me to and I find it FREAKING HILARIOUS. Watch it and discover the magic for yourself! Remember, I like dogs, dogs are cool, I got two.

Healthy Living Challenge

2009-02-17T22:58:00.000-07:00

The University is hosting a Spring Into Summer Healthy Living Challenge and under Jess' persuasion (more accurately termed force) we decided to participate. The five of us teamed up with the girls across the hall, and began our journey. The need for a team name arose and ideas were sparse. The plan for that evening was a shopping trip, and Jess being the driver held all the power. She told us we had to think of a team name before we could leave. We desperately threw around the idea of being called "The Trollops" or "The Strumpets" and Megan obviously had objections. Finally, Hilary (the creative one) came up with "The Tie-Dye Revolution," and thus is our name. Each week there is a different challenge, and by completing the challenge our team earns points. This weeks challenge is to drink 64 oz. of water a day. We've all been chugging water viciously and taking constant trips to the bathroom. I feel like I spend 95% of my day suppressing the urge to relieve my bladder. Cross your fingers the ten of us can make it through the week accident free!

Sunday Conversation

2009-02-17T22:43:00.000-07:00

So it's Sunday evening, and Hilary's parents had invited us over for dinner. Being poor college students who rarely get the opportunity to eat REAL food, we anxiously accepted and began our drive to Perry, UT. Let me give you some background about Jessica. She is a strange one, and I constantly wonder where she comes from. She has this knack for asking deep, soul searching, and often weird questions. We had probably been on the road fifteen minutes, probably gotten to her fifth question, and she asks, "How many kids do you guys want to have?"
Jill says "Three," I reply "Adoption," and Jessica answers her own questions with "Six."
I reacted by saying, "Seriously you want to BIRTH that many??"
"Yes! I want to birth them all through my BIRTH CANAL!!!"
Enough said....