NEW SHOES

Last night I went to this mass media banquet. It was nice but it took forever... like two and a half hours.... Ridiculous if you ask me. I liked the speaker however... most of the presentation was him showing his success through video clips but at the end he briefly talked about marketing yourself as an individual.

I feel as though I'm some who who tries to market themselves in a positive way. AKA: I'm friendly and try to appear nice.

As far as in the job site I have always been known as a hard worker. I'm often astounded by individuals and their lack of drive. Why do workers have to be told to do? Isn't it apparent that the floor needs to be swept?

Many times I have considered how I market myself in the world. How am I perceived by students, professors, peers, friends, family, etc? When someone looks at me, what do they automatically think? What is their very first impression of me?

Some individuals seem to think I scream high maintenance as well as anger, apparently my straight face looks "pissed off".

Other's classify me as a dumb blond. Saying it's due to my "bubbly personality".

Hopefully after getting to know me better, people can understand the real me. However, in the meantime I'll continue searching to find a way to market myself better in the real world.

I'm learning to play this song.... NEW SHOES! ...on the guitar! I know... BRILLIANT! I'm trying to figure out exactly how I want to sing it though... since his voice is amazing! Also it's been interesting because he talks some of the time... and I don't know what to do since my voice talking isn't as cool with an accent and all.... Oh well thus far I'm putting my own twist to it, and it's been fun.



I know I've put the link on several times... but how can anyone not love this song?

I'm really going to work hard this summer to learn cords and such for the guitar. Right now I only know a few songs and so I'm sure my roommates are growing tired of hearing the same thing over and over again.

Tonight I will be going to the guitar club... finally. I need to go to the guitar shop to buy a guitar strap so I'll be asking someone nicely so they can talk me.... ha ha. Lame.... I can't wait till I have my own car! Can't wait!

Also I might be going to play racquetball later this evening, which will be fun. Next year I will be buying a gym pass so I will work out more. I've started to work out a little bit this semester and my abs are coming back. Awesome!

I probably should go to sleep earlier tonight since I stayed up till around four last night. Probably... but it's unlikely....

Google Me?

So last night was the talent night for my ward. I found the reason why yesterday early afternoon the individuals playing the really loud music weren't listening to the any of the full songs... and why they were listening to the same songs over and over again. I forgot to mention the same music was being played over and over again.

So what happened was these group of girls laid down on their backs with a blanket covering their bodies as a curtain. (I know try to imagine it...)

This way their heads where poking out of the "stage" upside down....

The brilliant part of this is they used cloth to make little doll bodies dangle down from their chins. They proceeded to have yarn hair on their chin and eyes drawn below their bottom lips...

Are you getting the image?

They then proceeded to lip sing to various songs, shaking their heads vigorously to make the little dolls dance. It was quite brilliant.

I ended up singing and playing the guitar. I was a little worried since my throat has been bothering me lately but it turned out pretty good. At least I think. ha ha.

I'll be singing in a stake* talent show so that should be interesting. It won't just be me though this other girl will who played the guitar and sang as well as another group who did an awesome version of an Elvis song about facebook.

So today while I was hanging out doing something this CREEPER... started talking to me and wouldn't leave me alone. I'm serious... he was like the plague.

Normally it's people I associate with that tell me that the person who I was talking to was a creeper. So the fact that I'm saying it, is a big deal.

I don't know if it's because I'm friendly or what but I usually run into weirdos a lot of the time. You know the crazies who ask you if you want a ride or start following you.

Anyway the bad thing about this creeper is when I told this guy my number I think he heard it and put it in his phone. What the crap!?

Interesting note... why do people stalk individuals?

Have you ever had someone tell you they've googled you? Yeah... um. Not going to lie it kind of creeps me out.... I've had people learn personal things by just googling me....

One Guy, "Hey I didn't know you went to Snow College...."

Me, "Er... yeah. Did I tell you that?"

Guy, "No I googled you...."

Me, (What the crap?) "Oh..."

Seriously um... what do you even say if someone says stuff like that? Excuse me but I'd prefer you not to google me... thanks. ?? I don't know; if you have any ideas let me know.

However, if I didn't want people to know stuff about me, I guess blogging is a horrid idea!

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Stake: A whole bunch of wards (certain individuals who attend a specific church at a specified time) of churches getting together in a designated area.

Sorry I'll have to use wikipedia for my definitions or something....

OWL

I recognize that most individuals don't run on the same schedule as I do. I also realize the hours I keep are ridiculous. I understand this. I also understand that morning people will always think I'm lazy... and I will usually view them as boring. This is just a fact of life.

Sadly, I recognize when I start the real world this might have to change but for now... I'll keep being a night owl.


So this morning when I woke up at eleven to the blast of music and became slightly annoyed... I knew it wasn't fair. I recognized it was my fault for staying up till four the night before. And to be perfectly honestly I knew this and so I wasn't annoyed until I recognize the people weren't listening to more than one minute of a song before then changed it.... This is when I became annoyed!


"So I put my hands up their playing my song the butterflies..."
"I just haven't met you yet...."
.... (More songs; HOWEVER ONLY ROUGHLY 90 TO 60 SECONDS OF IT.)
...

This is one thing that slightly annoys me. I recognize that with IPods and such... we have the capability of skipping songs.

Now don't jump on the band wagon and start telling me facts about how you get tired of your songs and all that. Ill admit I get slightly annoyed when people continually skip songs... but at least to a full song after three or four skips....

Anyway now that I've offended some of you.....

School has been murderous. I'm telling you I can't even focus! Grrr...

I just can't wait until the summer!!! This weekend I should have done tons of homework, but did I? Nope... I hung out with people, I stayed up till three or four. Why because I wanted to have fun.

It's just too bad most people don't work like I do... and that they don't like staying up quite so late.

Why does everyone turn into pumpkins? Sigh* Does everyone have a fairy Godmother that tells them what to do and when to go to bed?

I've always had problems going to sleep. It roughly takes me an hour or an hour and a half. I've come to recognizse if I stay up to the point of exaustion, I can fall asleep within fifteen to thirty minutes...

This is why I stay up so late. The problem then arises that I have an eight thirty class on Tuesday and Thursdays.... It's sheer anguish I tell you! Sigh, and I will have to have another eight thirty class again!

"THE WAY YOU MOVE AIN'T FAIR YOU KNOW"

Recently I've found myself addicted to this song. Thanks Chenelle. :D

It's brilliant and I especially love how the singer chose to depict the song. One word... (you know it's coming) BRILLIANT!!!!!

My favorite part of this song is the part where he says, "The way you move ain't fair you know...." I know maybe I'm a lame romantic at heart or something. ...crap.

The video shots are brilliant. I love how the words are scrawled on various surfaces and then the camera angle shifts.... One more time... BRILLIANT!

At the moment I'm trying to figure out if I should get a Minor? I was going to do a marketing minor but that will add on another semester. Do I really want to do that? Also, do I want to head out into the real world in only a year??? Oh dear... I don't even know.

As I look at my schedule it looks as though I will have another 8:30 class.... Ug. Kill me now.

You see if I was a guy this wouldn't be so problematic. Seeing as most guys get ready in 10-15 min and really preppy guys may take thirty min. My problem is:

First, I am a girl and secondly, not only am I am girl but I'm high maintenance. Now I really hate to admit that... but any one who knows me, knows that I am. Oh well such is life.

So the problem of being high maintenance is I take forever to get ready... I've basically made it so I can get ready in 70 min. But hey that's showering, shaving, blow drying, curling, and make-up. So if you ask me... that's pretty quick. Granted that's when I'm rushing so usually I take 90 min.... *Dramatic Sigh*

Oh well you people will just have to love me as I am.

Ha ha. Speaking of unconditional love, even when we make faults....

I often do really stupid pathetic things that often are mortifying or embarrassing. Yesterday I was perched on a chair back and talking to this guy. As we were talking I thought I'd swing around and sit in the chair. After which I figured I'd turn the chair so I could sit and look at him. Now to let you have a visual...

I was perched on the back of the chair so I could sit and talk to him. Well so I hit my head.... HARD! Anyway my head still hurts. Yesterday I all ready had a throbbing head ache so it made it a hundred times worst.

Sorry for the poor lack of a drawing but working in the paint program is rather hard.... So in case you couldn't tell I hit my head on the stupid wooden arm rest. -Dramatic Sigh-

Anyway I first didn't admit how bad it hurt due to pride... but I finally told him that it hurt. He probably figured in out sooner though because I was holding my head, due to the throbbing pain. :P

Seriously sometimes I'm such a lame-o. lol

Who Are You?

Have you ever started talking to someone after they initiate the conversation and spend the whole time thinking.... Er... Who are YOU?

Please don't think I'm a horrible person I just meet a lot of people. I'm sorry if I don't know your name yet....

Just sometimes I talk to people and well... I forget. But after a certain amount of time you can't ask the person their name, because it's been too long.

Dear World,
I'm sorry I'm so horrid with names!

Please forgive me.

Love,
Liz

Ha Haa...??. Something....

SO I don't want to do anything. I have a huge test... yet I am procrastinating.... Brilliant. ha ha.

I'm also pouting about my phone. Mostly I don't care caring around an old clunker. In fact sometimes I don't even carry around my phone. Like today I had it at my house nearly the whole day. I use to do it all the time. But now I'm a little more addicted to my phone. Oh no! lol.

Anyway the reason why I bring this up is because I'm tired of not knowing who is texting me. It is so anoying to say, "Err... I'm sorry who is this? ...I broke my phone. Sorry."

It takes conversation three times longer than usual because half of the time I'm saying, "Sorry who is this?" "Oh..." And then the person makes fun of me because I break my phone. And then finally we can continue our conversations.....

*Sigh*

I know I'm just being dramatic.

Today was good. I tried to study outside but that failed miserably. I started to fall asleep in the warmness... yes... the warmness. *Grin*

The wind made it chilly so I stayed behind a brickwall and kept my coat on, but the vitamin D was delicious!!

Then the guy who I stalk came and talked to me....

Now before you judge me hear me out!!!

So there was this guy at the begining of the semester that I continually ran into. I'm not kidding. It's like every where I turned.... THERE HE WAS.

So I started to tease him that I was his stalker. I often run into him with his girlfriend.

Usually I"ll even act dramatic and run to a wall and try to hide or flip up my coat hood up to hide my face. I know I'm basically a genious. However, I worry sometimes that his girlfriend really might think I am stalking him.

Dear Girlfriend of the Guy who thinks I stalk him,

I swear I'm not stalking him.... I just run into him all the time. If you want me to stop acting like his stalker than I can. I can say hi... it just entertains me to act like I am his stalker... If that makes any sense....

Love,
Liz

P.S.
Oh and I hope you don't think I'm a creeper. Also, I hope your boyfriend really doesn't think I'm stalking him cause if he does, you can tell him I'm not. :D

The sad thing is I've met him like a billion times now... and I still don't remember his name. I know I'M TERRIBLE. You see he has this really interesting, unique name. And so every time I think, "Hm... What an interesting name."

Anyhow. It's something like Haa... I want to say... Hadley? No I'm probably completely wrong.... I have no idea.

It seems like where ever I live at certain times in my life I get these people who I run into all the time. This is why I've just decided that when it hits a certain point I just tell them I'm stalking them.

Usually some how our schedules change and then I don't stalk them any more. Last year it was a girl and snow and luckily we became good friends.

So next time you run into someone all the time I suggest you tell them not to worry, "You're only stalking them."

:D

Note: I think I offended one of my readers. If I did I'm sorry. I'm just a tad dramatic so sometimes I blow up on little stupid stuff. Ha ha. So I was really stressed and I read your comment and got annoyed. .... Sorry. :D

Boots with the Fur....

Boots! However, they don't have fur. They are leather... perhaps, the fake leather. ...Pleather?

I finally obtained some wonderful new fabulous boots. Yes, they are ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT! Sadly, the cost hurt my pocket book. But I'm good with money so... every once in awhile a splurg.

My boots make me quite happy. They are black and go clear up to my knees. I swear I'm not a hooker. However, now when people joke and tell me that I am wearing hooker boots I can't even disagree because... well they hit my knee. Luckily I can flip these little flaps so they aren't quite as long.

I love the fact that a pair of shoes can make you feel powerful. Boots are definately power shoes. Just like heels! Why does an extra couple of inches on your shoes make you feel better?

I don't think any woman could wear boots or heels and not feel powerful and fabulous. Or at least feel slightly better....

The same goes for new clothing. It is interesting how woman (I'm sure it happens with men as well) can suddenly feel more beautiful or more fabulous once they are wearing something new.

Perhaps it's like the caterpillar evolving into the butterfly. After a certain frame of time we get adjusted to what we are wearing and so we get bored of it. Therefore when we shed these old clothes or obtain a few new articles of clothing... we evolve....

Hmm... this post is rather boring. I apologize if you are yawning....

That is all...