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So... today is not just a holiday.... It is a special day....

So to that special someone out there, I'm thinking about you.

I hope you are having a special day....
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Recently I've been thinking about words, adjectives, definitions.

Why does one thing mean something to someone? Why do we make certain associations? Why do we put so much meaning into simple nouns, adjectives... verbs?

B-A-N-A-N-A

So my mom told me to "Eat a banana...."

I don't care for banana's. They leave that weird after taste... and I'm not really fond of the beginning flavor either.

But I listen to my mother. Why? Because she's my mother silly. *grin* I love my mom. Speaking of which I finally gave her my blog address so my mom might start reading my blog.

Dramatic music: Dunnn da dun dun dunnnnnn.....

This means I must watch what I type.... Ha ha. Don't worry Mom, I swear I'm a good kid. :D

It's been great to be home and not worry about school and what I should/shouldn't be doing. My two brother's were here. One of which has two kids so I was able to play with them and that was a lot of fun. Kids are so precious.

At one point of this week I jumped in the shower and left the door unlocked.... I have a tendency to do this. Since:

A) When I was growing up it was basically myself and the second in our family line... Matt (my second oldest brother) and we didn't lock the door. If the bathroom was shut we suspected someone was in it.

B) I still don't do it at my apartment. When I think about it... I really should because one of my roommates (Kitty) has a boyfriend and he basically lives over at my apartment.

Anyway so I jumped in the shower and suddenly I hear my mother coming back from my Grandmothers, who lives only a few feet away from our house. It's great... I love it!

So I'm in the shower and suddenly the noise seems to be directed right by the door. So my mom comes in with my nephew because he has a dirty diaper and they are trying to potty train him.... After which, my nephew, who is three, starts tugging on the shower curtain trying to open it. I continue you to hold it and try to keep his little prying hands away. At which he starts to call out, "Lizabetzs what are you doing???"

Finally after my mom leaves, my seven year (nearly 8) niece decides she needs to go to the bathroom as well. And of course can't possible go to the other restroom. *Dramatic Sigh*

Luckily the shower curtains in the main bathroom are really dark. I remember my initial thought to the curtain was that it was so cute. However, once my sister had given them to my mom I realized how horrible dark it made taking a shower. (since the lighting in our bathroom isn't that great any way.) However now I realize what a blessing dark shower curtains can be....

Note: My mom sat on my banana.... Ha ha. lol.... Guess I shouldn't have to eat bananas after all.... ha ha....

Last night I had a really weird dream but I can't remember it all. Basically I was going some where and I saw this girl had a similar dress to my prom dress.... I was really irritated. I don't know why....

I decided to share the pictures of my fabulous dress since I'm on my home computer. I loved my dress and my mom is a genius and made sleeves to go with the dress so it was modest. I absolutely love it. It's this cool sunset orange color that shimmers gold. ...I miss my long hair....

Don't get me wrong I like my short hair.... But there are times when I miss my long hair.

-Like when I take a shower. If your not a girl you won't understand this. There is something about long hair hitting your back that's really comforting. (lol... I told you... you wouldn't understand if you where a guy)

-When I swim... It doesn't do the cool fan out stuff and I can't really do the whole little mermaid thing where she flips her hair around when she enters the surface....

-When I want a cool up-do... or what to have curly hair.

Electronic Death

Technology hates me. This has been the case since I was little....

While I was attending high school and had yet again another computer crash, one of my teachers frustratedly said, "Isn't your father a computer programmer or something? Why do you have some many computer crashes?"

To which I responded with, "Technology hates me."

For every phone I have had... I have broken them. Sadly, it usually occurs with in the first few months. I've only had three... (roughly one per year)

My first phone. Ah yes a beautiful purple slider. The poor girl died after I dropped it and it had a crack roughly 1 millimeters in the corner of the screen. ...the screen went completely black. So sad... I couldn't see anything I was doing. Such a shame... especially since it was a phone/ipod.

My second phone was given to me by my sister. A nice on heavy duty red flip phone cell. When ever I was bored I would flip it open and closed. I ended up breaking the volume button so I resorted to always having my cell phone on speaker phone.

One time on that brilliant phone I was on the phone with Kelly. Previously we had been talking about boys and a specific boy. After awhile we changed the subject and that's when my father and brother came out and we got into the car. Of course my phone was still on speaker phone... but I continued the conversation thinking we were going to end the conversation shortly. I climbed into my father's truck

So as we were about to wrap up the conversation Kelly said, "Oh yeah so what about that guy? Did you kiss him?"

I glanced over at my father and I'm certain I developed a healthy shade of crimson. Trying to think of a way to create a distraction I ended up mumbling, "Errrr..."

At which my point my brother said, "I'm sorry, she can't talk right now she's with her father and brother...."

Ahhh.... memories.

And now my current beautiful flip phone is broken. I have a tendency to throw my phone in the air and catch it.... However, sometimes the floor catches it for me.

So now my phone dies when I open up my phone. Thus I can't ever shut my phone and wait for a call... usually. Sigh* I don't want a dinosaur phone... but it looks as though that will be my only solution to have my phones remain intact.

Beak Bangs

So today at Hogi Yogi I ordered some icecream. Turns out the girl put nuts into rather than the rasberries that I asked for. Usualy in these situation I hate to add drama so I don't say anything. But nuts? Yuck so I went back and said there were nuts in it....

I felt really bad but at least I got my icecream right the second time. Besides if I'm going to spend almost four dollars on icecream... I want it to be what I want.

Today my bangs are being retarded. Don't you hate it when you have a bad hair day? There doing this wierd beak thing today.

I'd Prefer Boring

Spring Break looks as though it should be interesting.

I'm trying to determine exactly what I'm going to do for the summer. Don't you hate decisions?

I have a few choices each has a list of pros and cons which I won't bother to bore you with. However I'm starting to consider the fact that what I want to do and what I should do are probably two different matters entirely. Interestingly though, at this point I don't even know what I want....

Sometimes I hate being a grown up. *DRAMATIC SIGH*

I dislike coming to the library because I hardly get anything done for the first hour. I get on and blog stalk (not creepy... I just read :D) and then I blog.... And then sometimes I get on youtube and listen to happy music.

I also talk to everyone around that I see. For instance I just talked to Becky for about fifteen minutes or so.... We even discussed how we don't accomplish much for the first bit. I've made the connection to my problem but guess what I'm not doing anything to change my poor habits.

What happened to my inner nerd?

(Calvin Joke: "There's no headrest on this chair! I should sue for whiplash!")

Everyone in the library probably hates me because this is a "quiet floor". At Snow College the lab was really loud.... So I guess I'm just not use to the computer lab being quiet. Don't get me wrong it's nice, I'm just a bad hypocrite.

When I go to the upstairs floors in the SUU library I want everyone to be really quiet and they aren't.... *Sigh* I guess it's coming to bite me because I'm loud on the bottom floor.



I love the second floor in this library because the ceiling is glass paneling for nature lighting. In the afternoons it's brilliant. Sadly I haven't enjoyed it as much as I thought I would this semester... due to the fact I haven't been my usual nerd self.







...My light bulb has momentarily


burnt out....


on several levels....


I'd prefer life to get... boring for awhile. In fact, I'd prefer my life to become DRAMATICALLY BORING.


Just saying....

Epic FALL

So I finally watched the Bachelor... guess what I was right. He picked Vienna. That's right. ...Called it! Ha ha.

So you have to hear my funny story about the whole episode though.

So it was Friday and I was sitting in the Library because my internet at my apartment is too slow to watch anything on Hulu. Lame-Sause.

Note: Seriously... I started saying Lamee-sause sometimes. Why? I know I'm crazy.

Anyway. So when ever I sit I can't seem to just sit like a normal person. I have to sit with one leg tucked underneath. I don't know why. So after I finished watching the Bachelor I had to use the little Ladies room. So as soon as I stood up I realize my foot was completly asleep.

I got up and immediately started falling forward. I quickly latched on to my chair and then decided I couldn't wait and would have to wobble to the restroom.

As I started walking forward with a ridiculous limp I considered ways to not appear as such. I therefore decided I would walk normally and in theory it would only feel wierd but it wouldn't be detramental to my "walking skills"... wrong.

As I advanced forward down the hallway I smiled to a guy comming down the the hallway and then BAM. My foot collapsed and I started falling forward. Luckily the book shelf was right there. I slammed against the self in an effort to not fall flat on my face.

I then started wiggling my foot in an effort to wake it up. but kept my eyes at the floor....

Knowing the guy had probably turned around and started laughing at me. When I reached the "powder room" I cracked up laughing. Man... sometimes I'm such a lame-o.

Note to the world... don't pretend like something is okay if it's not... failure to acknowledge something may result in damage to your face or your pride.....

Note: I love psych... Seriously it's clean, fun and just plain BRILLIANT.

Week

I went to Los Vegas, which was awesome.

However, now I am feeling really miserable and sick.... Ug!

So I don't really feel like blogging. So I will catch you all up later....