I must have misheard you

I was in Alex Vaz' car on Saturday, and he was listening to Bryan Adams. I shared my opinion that every boy likes Bryan Adams, and I told him that my last boyfriend put him on a mix CD he made me. Alex asked "so you like him then?" and I said "Yeah, I cared about him a lot," and Alex said "I meant Bryan Adams." And I said "oh...(pause) yeah... sure."

And then yesterday, as Jo and I were walking back from church she said "ah, it's Tuesday today." and I thought that maybe she needs to have her head examined, but I didn't say anything because it's not like I should contradict her; if she wants to think it's Tuesday, so be it. Also, sometimes when people say strange things, they follow it up with a more lucid comment. As I was waiting for this comment to appear (and Jo is not actually, a talker, so that means it was just kind of quiet) I thought to myself "gosh it is hot outside" and then I realized Jo said "toasty." Hm.

I need to get my ears checked.

On the bright side, I woke up on time for work today, and I finished in time to take a nap at home before heading to ancestry.com. I must have been sleeping well because I had a weird dream. I'm not going to share it all, except to say it involved running into Michael Stewart (first sweetheart) in the Copp's (grocery store in WI) parking lot as I was riding on the back of another fellow's (who shall remain nameless) motorcycle. We were picking up California Pizza Kitchen, because it was on sale there. Ahhhh, if only (about the pizza, not the motorcycle and the boy. Okay...maybe that too. Tee hee).

ingrid

@ingridmusic

how I love her. The latest demo. This song is depressing, and also I think, untrue. but the harmonies are beautiful.

the wee hours of the morning

Maranda had a great slip and slide birthday party tonight. Even if I did lose my glasses. But then we recovered them. It was quite the group effort. I'm pretty tired though.
This picture was taken right after Amy soaked me with the amazing squirtgun Elise brought. As you can see, we're still friends. And it was pretty fun chasing Tadd around later. I told him to get Amy back for me, because if I squirt her it's revenge, but if he squirts her, it's flirting. So he squirted her. And then me. And then we took off after him, but he was too fast for us. Not to mention he was wearing shoes. He'd probably make a good Hermes.

At the party, I hug out with Dave Zacherson, which was awesome. Conversation excerpt:
Me: Dave, I'm going to say something, and you're going to think I'm saying something else until you listen to the whole thing.
Dave: OK
Me: I love seeing boys in their swimsuits, because it reminds me that none of them are models, so I don't have one to be either. You know?
Dave: Yeah...you're right, I did think you were going to say something else.

And it was true, out of all the people at the party there were only a few who had ridiculously attractive figures, everyone else was just normal. I liked that we were so average. Being around a bunch of beautiful people makes me nervous. And self-conscious.

Ah, time for a little nap before I go to work!

blogging in the afternoon

I think I need a schedule. Or something like unto it. My sleep schedule is completely out of whack. I am blogging in the afternoon, need I say more? I feel like blogging is an activity best done in the early morning, or the wee hours of the morning. (as soon as you get up, or just before you go to bed) So here is a blog post I wrote up this morning, but I forgot to put in.

The Morning Blog
"So today for some unaccountable reason my alarm did not go off. Either that, or I slept through it, both plausible situations. Something has got to give with me and this work schedule, and right now it is my co worker Victor giving by covering my shift 3 out of the last 5 days. I know, awful. It's resolution/plan time. like a planned bedtime might be good. Like I used to do. Except I just can't make myself go to bed some days. I think I need to develop some self-discipline.

Ah, it is spiritual thursday for the EFYers. For me Thursday means two glorious things: A) There will be bagels and donuts at work for me today, and B) tomorrow is friday. Woo hoo. speaking of which I need to change my tickets to see singin in the rain today because I will not be able to go tomorrow, and besides that point, I definitely don't have anyone to go with.

On to another day of Anne Hathaway-narrated drama (the princess diaries is my audiobook of choice) and resisting the temptation to get on facebook chat at work. Getting enough sleep was nice though. "

i feel pretty

Yes, I got haircut. And I'm vain enough about it to put pictures on my blog. Mock me later, I'm busy looking pretty.


It was an awesome day today. VB from 10-12 with friends, I saw UP at 12:30 with friends, I went to the mall (with Mego) to get my haircut (by Maranda) and then got back to Pioneer park (with help from Eliza) to tell Mandy (for her birthday) why I love her. It was grand.

music

So I should definitely be in bed by now, as proclaimed by my twitter status (readbetsyread), but I just can't somehow. I think I need some creative input before tomorrow begins.

I was just listening to the song "Who I'd Be" from Shrek the Musical (I'm not joking, it's up for a Tony Award) and at the end the characters sing in harmony with different verses about how their lives should have a perfect happy ending. It's a really great song, I think I'm going to purchase it.

I was talking with a friend of mine about perfect happy endings. His wasn't coming fast enough for him, and he vented about how he has a perfect job (he does) a perfect roommate (so true, I would marry that kid), and how his life is shaping up really well, aside from the romance, or lack thereof. I suppose I could say the same for my life; I feel like I'm doing really well right now. I'm really glad for the jobs that I have, that I'm able to pay for school, and I love my roommates, I love my ward...life in general is great. Sure I don't have anything romantic going on right now, but that is okay by me. I'm sure something will come along, hopefully soon, but if not, it's not as if my life is bad; it's great. And I appreciate it, with or without a significant other to share it with. I'm sure it would be great to start dating someone again, but it will happen when it needs to. And I am not worried about it. Love you all!

texts from my bestie

Sammy: What's the worst that can happen again? I REMEMBER IT BEING really funny but I canMt remember what it was. Ooops, caps lick.

t shirt

I just saw a boy wearing a "Curves" (the women's fitness gym) t-shirt.

It is purple.

He's sitting to the side of me in the lib now, or i would try to surreptitiously take a cell phone picture.

sunday

Hmmmm, what to say about today...

I saw Diana, that was good.
Saw Shawn/Sean and got asked if I was their girlfriend (apt 44 was concerned--I didn't ask them which boy they were inquiring about).
Went to Nicole's and saw Sammy and John and Bryce and Nicole and Katie and Amanda and Jimmy and Jeff (and yes I am disregarding all grammar rules, thank you very much).
Ward prayer
Went on a short walk (with a buddy)
and now I'm going to bed.

love,
Betsy

work work work

I don't know what it is with the titles being repetitious verbs, but that's just how I feel. So naturally, I worked a lot today. It was great. I listened to a conference talk, and then my "The Rocket Summer" channel on pandora for quite a while, and then I think I moved to rascal flatts. I don't understand my music shifts either, don't ask me to explain them. But then I made a youtube playlist of the 1996 'Romeo and Juliet," I think it's directed by Baz Luhrman? With Clare Danes and Leonardo Dicaprio. I can't say that I was overly impressed with the acting, but I do remember realizing what an amazingly postmodern movie it was. I mean, I think you would have to learn about postmodernism in order to really understand it. If I didn't know about postmodernism, I wouldn't get it.

After it was done I didn't really feel like listening to peppy music anymore, I mean, hello, it's a tragedy. It's one of those works of art that changes you after you view it I think. But let me not wax philisophical. Also, I noticed some really funny lines in the movie that I had forgotten about:
"Affliction is enamored of thine parts and thou art wedded to calamity"--the priest to romeo after he is banished.

I really think I'm going to use that one sometime.

break break break

So today I took the first legitimate break in I don't know how long. I got home, had a snack and then felt very strange, because nothing was due imminently. Naturally I decided to go hang with pals, because that's what I do, and I was much surprised/pleased by seeing my friend Alisha over at Shawn's apartment!!! We actually ended up going out to eat (Noodles and Co.) and then hitting up Barnes and Noble which was great.

I'm sorry I haven't blogged in forever. There are a few experiences I'd like to type up and share with the world, but just funny little things, not big things. Like today I realized I dance with the vacuum at the MTC. Not really 'with' of course, because I am vacuuming, but I was listening to "Kiss the Girl" (that's right, you wish you had my work playlist of Disney classics) and after about the third chorus (I think I felt like spinning in place) I realized I was dancing along with the music. Like, making my steps coincide with the beat. I bed they don't see action like that in the MTC lobby much. Good thing it was 6am, that's all I have to say. I need to go dancing.

Also, my pick for American Idol? Totally Anoop, baby. I'm a fan. He could sing me to sleep any day (in a good way).

ps I miss you Marae!!!!

Mego and Me

So today I was overjoyed to learn that my dear former roommate Mego is going to be my roommate again in the fall. The only words I can think of to sum up my feelings ("Let me 'splain. No. There is too much. Let me sum up.") HALLELUJAH!!!!! I am going to keep after Marae about joining us as well. For anyone else interested, we are living in the elms next year, it is 265/mo + utilities which are usually 30$. Now I know almost $300 is a lot to pay for a ghetto apartment, shared rooms, but TRUST ME this is the BEST STAKE YOU WILL EVER MOVE INTO IN YOUR LIFETIME. That's why I'm moving back into it, even risking being the 'old' roommate in the apartment, b/c I'm pretty sure the ward will be comprised of sophomores. But it is a good life; you will not regret it. And I am SUPER EXCITED that Mego is GOING TO COME LIVE WITH ME AGAIN!!!!! It will be glorious.

Here is a small shoutout to a fella I know. I don't want to name him precisely, but everyone who's familiar with him will know who I'm talking about when I say that his answer to "how are you doing?" is "Best day of my LIFE!!" It is a great perspective to have, let me tell you. I am trying to make it more consistently mine. And as someone who got kicked out of the university for a while (for my academics, not conduct) I literally do live the my dreams every day I attend BYU, and it's something I would do well to remember.

Other than that, school is good. I have 3 more midterms, two this week and one the next. I survived this week, getting an %86 on my jazz listening exam, and I don't have the results for my linguistics one yet.

Life is good.