Wrestling
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Friday, February 10, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
Prom
As most of you know, my own personal Birthday Prom is on Friday. There will be cake (brought to you by Jill), dancing (brought to you by Jarom and Natalie), a dance floor (brought to you by Marie), food (brought to you by the parents), twister, the voting and crowning of Prom Queen and King and people in pretty attire.
I'm really only bringing the decorations and the twister, this Prom is really being brought to pass by family and friends. But there will be a Prom! Oh yes there will.
Marie thought of this theme, as I attempted to outdo my last year's theme of Clue (hard to outdo) and I thought it appropriate because any time that I get to wear fake eyelashes is a good time. Prom is very much a blast from the past and the quitessential essence of the shallowness and pointlessness of highschool, so it seemed the perfect theme. I am far enough removed from my Prom that it will be fun to get back into that dress (that doesn't fit) and get my money's worth.
For my Prom(we'll say Junior year) I asked the guy, and then he paid, it was kinda awesome. It was at the courthouse in Provo and we promanaded down the front steps. It was completely pointless, yet so very important at the time. The best part of my prom was that I got to drive Bill's Beamer (the old blue one) and some guy came to the Prom with an inflatable alligator. It doesn't get much better than that. But my date was kinda lame and only danced the slow songs with me, alas!
Well, here's hoping that my Prom this year is better than my sophmore, junior or senior Prom. It has to be because there will be better snacks and twister. Who doesn't like playing twister in a big old dress, with Mike playing (he loves to step right where you would normally step in that game, just to spite you, even if it is across the board for him.)
I'm really only bringing the decorations and the twister, this Prom is really being brought to pass by family and friends. But there will be a Prom! Oh yes there will.
Marie thought of this theme, as I attempted to outdo my last year's theme of Clue (hard to outdo) and I thought it appropriate because any time that I get to wear fake eyelashes is a good time. Prom is very much a blast from the past and the quitessential essence of the shallowness and pointlessness of highschool, so it seemed the perfect theme. I am far enough removed from my Prom that it will be fun to get back into that dress (that doesn't fit) and get my money's worth.
For my Prom(we'll say Junior year) I asked the guy, and then he paid, it was kinda awesome. It was at the courthouse in Provo and we promanaded down the front steps. It was completely pointless, yet so very important at the time. The best part of my prom was that I got to drive Bill's Beamer (the old blue one) and some guy came to the Prom with an inflatable alligator. It doesn't get much better than that. But my date was kinda lame and only danced the slow songs with me, alas!
Well, here's hoping that my Prom this year is better than my sophmore, junior or senior Prom. It has to be because there will be better snacks and twister. Who doesn't like playing twister in a big old dress, with Mike playing (he loves to step right where you would normally step in that game, just to spite you, even if it is across the board for him.)
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Cool, cool, depressing, Cool
It is February. It doesn't look much different than January except that I was born in this month. I think you should all praise me because this is the month that I was born. Or maybe prais the month because it gets to be the month that I was born in.
Other good things about February include... Presidents Day and no school, Valentines Day or Single Awareness Day and food that goes along with it, and GroundHogs day where you find out when winter ends.
Mostly it is about me. Because if things aren't about me, then they should be. Okay, I really have nothing to report. I'll give a topic and you will discuss it amongst yourselves... Barbara Striesand(sp?)... GO!
Other good things about February include... Presidents Day and no school, Valentines Day or Single Awareness Day and food that goes along with it, and GroundHogs day where you find out when winter ends.
Mostly it is about me. Because if things aren't about me, then they should be. Okay, I really have nothing to report. I'll give a topic and you will discuss it amongst yourselves... Barbara Striesand(sp?)... GO!
Friday, January 27, 2006
The Dance
The wind flies, blowing through the dense orchard
Catching the petals the wind takes them from the tree
Petals float down from long branches
Dancing with the wind in intricate invisible steps
The wind purrs the melody as it whirs past the leaves
And the wind embraces each delicate petal
Caressing the smooth and rounded suface
The petals pulsate, flutter and float along in the wind
Slowly moving downward the petals cascade
The dance ends
The melody continues to play through the leaves
Catching the petals the wind takes them from the tree
Petals float down from long branches
Dancing with the wind in intricate invisible steps
The wind purrs the melody as it whirs past the leaves
And the wind embraces each delicate petal
Caressing the smooth and rounded suface
The petals pulsate, flutter and float along in the wind
Slowly moving downward the petals cascade
The dance ends
The melody continues to play through the leaves
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Pix Explination
For those of you who didn't know or were not there, the pix below are the visual journal of Erika's visit to Utah pre her venture into that field we call the mission. The pix are fairly self explanitory and we had buckets of fun that weekend. I believe that she has exactly one week until she signs on for a year and a half. She is a brave soul and I'm very proud of her. I love you Erika! You are going to love Fiji!!!
Monday, January 16, 2006
Friday, January 13, 2006
Friday the 13th
It is Friday the 13th. I couldn't just let that slide by without leaving some words of frightening wisdom.
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Don't walk in alleys alone and in stellettos you will get attacked and not be able to run.
Don't open the door if you hear weird or scary noises coming from the other side.
Don't answer the phone if someone has already called and asked you what your favorite scary movie is.
The doggy door is not an escape route, don't use it, you are people, they make bigger doors for you.
Don't hold a loaded gun if you don't know how to use it.
If a stranger offers you candy, jump in the car with him and eat the candy; cuz free candy!
Always lock your doors before leaving the house, but don't lock your keys inside because then you will be locked out.
If someone asks you to watch a movie that will kill you seven days later, don't.
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That is all I have for today, but if you would like to add your own insights, please feel free. We all might ignore you or shun you, but feel free to comment.
Happy Friday the 13th!
Stay Safe!
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Don't walk in alleys alone and in stellettos you will get attacked and not be able to run.
Don't open the door if you hear weird or scary noises coming from the other side.
Don't answer the phone if someone has already called and asked you what your favorite scary movie is.
The doggy door is not an escape route, don't use it, you are people, they make bigger doors for you.
Don't hold a loaded gun if you don't know how to use it.
If a stranger offers you candy, jump in the car with him and eat the candy; cuz free candy!
Always lock your doors before leaving the house, but don't lock your keys inside because then you will be locked out.
If someone asks you to watch a movie that will kill you seven days later, don't.
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That is all I have for today, but if you would like to add your own insights, please feel free. We all might ignore you or shun you, but feel free to comment.
Happy Friday the 13th!
Stay Safe!
Friday, January 06, 2006
Graduation
I guess I am feeling chatty today, hence the two post in one day. That or I have nothing to do on my lunch break, either one.
I went to an academic advisor yesterday and I was informed that I am a mere 8 classes away from graduating. I'm thinking Yay! So I will hopefully take five classes this semester and three in spring and then I will be done.
Having been in school for four years, I definitely feel like it is about time to graduate. Now I realize that some of you will be graduating a bit before me. But I ask that you please don't gloat while I am busy gloating (This means you Lisa). I think that only one person should gloat at a time, and that person is me.
But come June, there will be a "Becky is graduating party" in Hawaii. I felt it was the best place for a party. You are all invited, but if you can't come it will only give me more oportunity to gloat.
I'm so close, I can sense it with all six of my senses. (Use your imagination as to the sixth sense that I have).
I rock, that is all.
I went to an academic advisor yesterday and I was informed that I am a mere 8 classes away from graduating. I'm thinking Yay! So I will hopefully take five classes this semester and three in spring and then I will be done.
Having been in school for four years, I definitely feel like it is about time to graduate. Now I realize that some of you will be graduating a bit before me. But I ask that you please don't gloat while I am busy gloating (This means you Lisa). I think that only one person should gloat at a time, and that person is me.
But come June, there will be a "Becky is graduating party" in Hawaii. I felt it was the best place for a party. You are all invited, but if you can't come it will only give me more oportunity to gloat.
I'm so close, I can sense it with all six of my senses. (Use your imagination as to the sixth sense that I have).
I rock, that is all.
It's that time again
It is a New Year. I forgot, but then I remembered. And then after I remembered that, I remembered that it is that time for the resolution thing.
My New Years Resolution is:
To update my blog more often.
That won't really happen, but that is what resolutions are for. Resolutions are promises that you have no intention to keep. I love a new year. Oh and post your resolutions unless you have none, and then do nothing.
My New Years Resolution is:
To update my blog more often.
That won't really happen, but that is what resolutions are for. Resolutions are promises that you have no intention to keep. I love a new year. Oh and post your resolutions unless you have none, and then do nothing.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
New Years Eve 2005
Kelli graciously opened her house to us once again and we celebrated the coming of 2006. I here recal the events of the party. See pictures below for a visual representation.
The party was bunches of fun with lots of food. We had a make your own smoothie station, a chocolate fountain (brought to you by Natalie Ashton), and those yummy pickles wrapped in a tortilla. The food table was visited often during the evening.
We played spoons and in the first round it came down to the Derington sisters with only me, Baby and Marie left, I won. Yay! But in the second round, the Derington sisters were the first out, it was strange. And I believe that Karmen won the second round. Spoons was observed by our very own standing Jeremy and John statues.
We played pit, which was fun until the spill of smoothie on the new carpet to which there was chaos and rapid cleaning.
Mike and Justin sat themselves in front of the big screen TV and played Tetris on the XBox for the majority of the night. I don't know who won, but it seemed to go on forever until someone turned it off. There were screams of "Level 9!" it was funny.
Michael Jackson Music Vids were watched again this year, my favorite being Thriller, which Nessy surprisingly knew the dance to. We made her get up and dance to the vid. Good old Nessy, she should come around more often. (Talking to you Baby)
But the main even of the evening was really DDR (Dance Dance Revolution). The majority of the time, people were plopped down in front of the DDR and either dancing or watching people dance. The first timers of DDR included such people as Dave, Jarom, Jeremy, John, and Jenna. They did stunningly, or rather they tried really hard and we laughed. But I believe the die hard DDRers of the evening were Sarah and Mike who danced for a very long time while the rest of us watched MJ sing and dance. Nessy was of course the best dancer, but I like to think that I did pretty well myself.
We celebrated midnight by opening multiple poppers, leaving the floor confetti strewn. Then there was an attempt at silly string or crazy stiring rather, that failed miserably, but provided much entertainment.
Post midnight, some people departed, but us die hards stayed up and played a few rounds of Mafia. Mike and Natalie were the Mafia surprisingly a lot, and Dave always seemed to be the doctor. And lets not forget the infamous Dave vs. John feud that ensued during the Mafia games. It was tragic, many died. I believe my favorite round included a Cream of Weber bucket. It was either that round or the one where people kept eating poisonous Christmas plants and dying, either one.
We all departed around 3am and the celebration ended. Hopefully we didn't stick Kelli with too much clean up.
I'd like to thank Kelli for the use of her house and food, Natalie for the chocolate fountain, and me for inviting about 3/4s of the guests.
Have a good 2006!
The party was bunches of fun with lots of food. We had a make your own smoothie station, a chocolate fountain (brought to you by Natalie Ashton), and those yummy pickles wrapped in a tortilla. The food table was visited often during the evening.
We played spoons and in the first round it came down to the Derington sisters with only me, Baby and Marie left, I won. Yay! But in the second round, the Derington sisters were the first out, it was strange. And I believe that Karmen won the second round. Spoons was observed by our very own standing Jeremy and John statues.
We played pit, which was fun until the spill of smoothie on the new carpet to which there was chaos and rapid cleaning.
Mike and Justin sat themselves in front of the big screen TV and played Tetris on the XBox for the majority of the night. I don't know who won, but it seemed to go on forever until someone turned it off. There were screams of "Level 9!" it was funny.
Michael Jackson Music Vids were watched again this year, my favorite being Thriller, which Nessy surprisingly knew the dance to. We made her get up and dance to the vid. Good old Nessy, she should come around more often. (Talking to you Baby)
But the main even of the evening was really DDR (Dance Dance Revolution). The majority of the time, people were plopped down in front of the DDR and either dancing or watching people dance. The first timers of DDR included such people as Dave, Jarom, Jeremy, John, and Jenna. They did stunningly, or rather they tried really hard and we laughed. But I believe the die hard DDRers of the evening were Sarah and Mike who danced for a very long time while the rest of us watched MJ sing and dance. Nessy was of course the best dancer, but I like to think that I did pretty well myself.
We celebrated midnight by opening multiple poppers, leaving the floor confetti strewn. Then there was an attempt at silly string or crazy stiring rather, that failed miserably, but provided much entertainment.
Post midnight, some people departed, but us die hards stayed up and played a few rounds of Mafia. Mike and Natalie were the Mafia surprisingly a lot, and Dave always seemed to be the doctor. And lets not forget the infamous Dave vs. John feud that ensued during the Mafia games. It was tragic, many died. I believe my favorite round included a Cream of Weber bucket. It was either that round or the one where people kept eating poisonous Christmas plants and dying, either one.
We all departed around 3am and the celebration ended. Hopefully we didn't stick Kelli with too much clean up.
I'd like to thank Kelli for the use of her house and food, Natalie for the chocolate fountain, and me for inviting about 3/4s of the guests.
Have a good 2006!
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
I Just Had a Memory
I just remembered something that I haven't really remembered before now. I remembered the pool in Minnesota. And now I am going to share this memory with my blog because I fear that if I don't write it down, I will forget it.
I remember that us kids would get dropped off at the pool, I usually went with my then best friend Jamie Calverly. The older kids i.e. Marie, Jake, Norm, and Mike would come to, or maybe it was that they would go and I would come to. I don't think I was allowed at the pool without them.
Anyway, I remember the parking lot and how it was hard and gravely and hurt my bare feet as I walked up to the front of the pool building. Why I didn't wear shoes to the pool, I don't know. All the girls would get to the pool by going through the girls locker room. It was dark and the floor was brown. There were comunity showers.
I think that there were two seperate doors, one for the main pool and one for the kiddy pool. I was really little, so I would be sent to the kiddy pool. It was never any fun without my friend Jamie. I would just sit in one foot of water and watch through the fence my brothers and sisters having lots of fun.
When I got older I remember I was able to go to the big kid pool. There was a pool slide that all the kids were going down and having fun doing it. I got into my head that I wanted to go down too. But when I got to the top, I didn't really want to, but the kid behind me pushed me. I wasn't ready and I think I swallowed water or got really scared or something. But I remember sitting on the side of the pool crying and a lifeguard came and got me and brought me inside and sat me on the freezer (they sold icecream at the pool) and gave me free icecream to calm me down.
I was sitting there crying and then I remember that Marie was there. She comforted me, called my Mom and got her to come and get me. I just remember sitting there on the freezer and Marie was so nice to me. I don't remember many times that Marie was really nice to me as a kid, mostly she was annoyed with me, but I remember that she sat with me until my Mom came. It was nice.
That's all I remember about the pool. Although I hear that there is an infamous story of how Marie got stuck on the high dive. I hear that is a good one.
I remember that us kids would get dropped off at the pool, I usually went with my then best friend Jamie Calverly. The older kids i.e. Marie, Jake, Norm, and Mike would come to, or maybe it was that they would go and I would come to. I don't think I was allowed at the pool without them.
Anyway, I remember the parking lot and how it was hard and gravely and hurt my bare feet as I walked up to the front of the pool building. Why I didn't wear shoes to the pool, I don't know. All the girls would get to the pool by going through the girls locker room. It was dark and the floor was brown. There were comunity showers.
I think that there were two seperate doors, one for the main pool and one for the kiddy pool. I was really little, so I would be sent to the kiddy pool. It was never any fun without my friend Jamie. I would just sit in one foot of water and watch through the fence my brothers and sisters having lots of fun.
When I got older I remember I was able to go to the big kid pool. There was a pool slide that all the kids were going down and having fun doing it. I got into my head that I wanted to go down too. But when I got to the top, I didn't really want to, but the kid behind me pushed me. I wasn't ready and I think I swallowed water or got really scared or something. But I remember sitting on the side of the pool crying and a lifeguard came and got me and brought me inside and sat me on the freezer (they sold icecream at the pool) and gave me free icecream to calm me down.
I was sitting there crying and then I remember that Marie was there. She comforted me, called my Mom and got her to come and get me. I just remember sitting there on the freezer and Marie was so nice to me. I don't remember many times that Marie was really nice to me as a kid, mostly she was annoyed with me, but I remember that she sat with me until my Mom came. It was nice.
That's all I remember about the pool. Although I hear that there is an infamous story of how Marie got stuck on the high dive. I hear that is a good one.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Merry Christmas
Christmas it comes!
Christmas is almost here and I for one am excited. I have large plans to go to my parents, make a strange combination of foods that don't match for Christmas dinner, open presents, do that stocking thing, watch really old/really bad christmas movies, and spend bunches of time with my family.
My favorite Christmas memory is one year, not to long ago (because lets face it, I can't remember that far back) Me, Sarah, Marie, Mike and Johnny pushed both of Sarah's big queen beds together and we played It Came To Pass until the wee hours in the morning. We just kept playing and playing and then we all fell asleep on the beds. Except Mike who is weird and I think left in the middle of sleeping. It was fun/bondalicious.
So, share your Christmas memories, or for my Jewish friends out there (I could have Jewish friends, you don't know) your Hanakah memories.
Merry Christmas to the eight people who read this blog. You all rock sticks and stones.
Christmas is almost here and I for one am excited. I have large plans to go to my parents, make a strange combination of foods that don't match for Christmas dinner, open presents, do that stocking thing, watch really old/really bad christmas movies, and spend bunches of time with my family.
My favorite Christmas memory is one year, not to long ago (because lets face it, I can't remember that far back) Me, Sarah, Marie, Mike and Johnny pushed both of Sarah's big queen beds together and we played It Came To Pass until the wee hours in the morning. We just kept playing and playing and then we all fell asleep on the beds. Except Mike who is weird and I think left in the middle of sleeping. It was fun/bondalicious.
So, share your Christmas memories, or for my Jewish friends out there (I could have Jewish friends, you don't know) your Hanakah memories.
Merry Christmas to the eight people who read this blog. You all rock sticks and stones.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Happy One Year Aniversary My Blog
It has been a year of blogging and I feel very accomplished. I didnt' keep it as updated as I would have liked or as Natalie would have liked as she constantly rebuked me for not blogging enough, but I blogged. I, Becky Derington, am out in the internet. I have made my mark. Granted, only like 8 people have seen the mark, but still I feel accomplished.
In celebration of this momentous anniversary I've decided to highlight special moments of the blog, enjoy!
Goddess said...
Gee, I don't know, my only plans so far consisted of being felt up at a corn maze, and well, that's done.
Marie said...
BringYourOwnBoyYou can't have mine.Anthon's taken.Stop trying Becky.
Nat said...
What!! I love dashboard Antonio! I like him to dance for me....*sigh
Becky said...
I'm sorry, goddess, EK and Justin have all been doomified. It is just to bad for them.
Marie said...
I'll be the one who looks like me.
Blah blah blah You're a dirty Whore
So, my blog has been out of commision and this is a test of the emergency broadcast system. This is a test and only a test.Do no be afraid, turn off your computer screen or change your name for your own protection.Please refrain from eating your own hair.Those in Utah and Davis counties need to beware because bees will shortly attack your dogs.That is all.
It goes on my list of reasons why I hate BYU. Slowly killing students, one stair at a time.
Nat said...
KILL BYU! KILL BYU!!! I mean.....yay BYU!
Goddess said...
Marie, you are cool for having a house and for letting us use it.Becky, you are cool because you are one of the bestest people I have ever met in my life. I love you better than cow cheese and Nutella.
Sarah said...
I hope the above person gets shot while driving a car, and because they are shot, and still not dead they run into a large pole, bashing their head against the winshield and causing major brain damage. But they are still alive at this point and the pole falls over onto the car, crushing every bone in their body. Still not dead when the car explodes in a fiery inferno. Still not dead at this point but hurting majorly as the person who first shot them realizes that they have not finished the job and takes their time in reloading and shooting them down. That is what the above person deserves for desecrating Bec's blog with this dumb crap.
Marie said...
Rachel's a robot.
Becky said...
No because taunting me with cookies is evil.
Justin said...
I will be the nasty neighborhood grumpy old man who is always trying to run over Marie's cats. In fact, I'll start right now. BABY!!!!*vrrooooomm!!** MUA HAA HAA!!In all actuality, I will probably die when I am 28 because they decide that rather than make cars and shoes in my size it is easier and cheaper to just shoot me cuz hey, bullets are cheap.
Sarah said...
Mwahahahaha *Rubs hands together in delight* this is just my game considering I have known her the very longest and probably spent more time with her than anyone that isn't named Marie.*Blast**You act like nobody knows*"that's what you get for showering""you're fired""katzaa""you're outta the family""hey everybody, look at my dance!""well i woulda if you hadn't a snagged it""don't call me a freak ya fag!""get your 12s in""and ya plant it""look at the yellow bears!""your mom (insert previos statement)""your mom's right outside that window""What if the kitties were right outside that window going ka-tssssss""ka-tssssss *finger motion*""whosa wittle baby""whosa my baby"
Rachel said...
That is really cool. How did you do that..cuz I want to do that too. I want a evil manifest version of myself!
Justin said...
I adopted Evil Manifest Rachel. *pets the Evil Manifest Rachel* Want a cookie? Hmm? Who wants a cookie little manifested evil Rachel??....wait a second, this isn't Evil Manifested Rachel, it's my backpack. Crap! Cookie crumbs in my genetics textbook! And there's chocolate all over my polymerase chain reaction electrophoresis gel!! GRR!! ARRGH!!***********Hey kids, today's show talked about the dangers of cookies. Remember, use cookies responsibly and under adult supervision. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle! GO JOE!!!
Justin said...
Ok, so the Toby sight is back up, but the guy hasn't made a cent since March I don't think. And now, I'm officially changing camps. I want Toby to die. And if people pay me $7,000 by June 29, 2005 (that's right, we can get the drop on the people trying to save him) then I will go and kill Toby on June 29th, and rob the other guy of the glory of the kill. Heck, maybe I'll kill that guy too and take the $28,000 he's managed to steal, and then I'll kill any cats I see on the way to and from killing Toby. I guess I would have to choose a different name then www.killtoby.com, something more like www.killeverythingneartobyandthenkilltoby.comor something. Yep, it's a Justin's Killing Rampage, and it's all yours for just $7,000. That's so cheap? Come on, I'm practically giving this rampage away! I'm like Discount Rampage Wearhouse over here!
Can Someone hit me with a Car Please?
Is there such a thing as ridiculously tired? It seems that that is what I am, ridiculously tired. I sleep at night at least a good 6 1/2 to 7 hours and then on weekends I get even more sleep because I sleep in to unspeakable hours and yet I am still exhausted. I don't think there is ever a way to catch up on sleep. I will forever be tired forever. I'm just waiting for that day when I wake up and there is no grogginess or impending doom of the day to come, but rather a light and elated feeling. But alas that that has not occured as of recent. I feel that someone should be blamed for this and it is the sandman. Either he is using too much sand on me or not enough and he should really be beaten into submission like that one time on Power Puff Girls. But there are no more Power Puff Girls because Sarah dyed her hair purple and Bubbles is lost to us. I hope you are happy Sarah!Well maybe what we really should do is have an audition for new superheros to save me from the sandman. So take a number, get in line and strut your superheroey stuff.
Becky said...
That is exactly what I mean. So get out your pen and paper and take these down. *cracks whip*
12:11 PM
Nat said...
OUch! *cries silently*
12:37 PM
Erika said...
Wow Im glad I dont have music you want....
Rachel said...
I met Joss Whedon too! He came over to my apartment when you guys weren't looking.
Joss Whedon and Summer Glau walked into our theater! Joss freaking Whedon, the writer/director of our movie was in the theater with us. Shocked! All I could do was stand there with my mouth wide open while pointing frantically and trying to clap. I'm sure it was an amusing picture
Becky said...
YOUR MOM DRAWS THE BEST! Oh wait, was that an actual compliment? Your Mom withdrawn.
I have come to the conclusion that Tall Minds means so much more than I could have ever fathomed at the creation of this blog. Not only does Tall Minds act as an aspiration for all to learn and expand their minds, and intellect, but it also signifies that those who blog here are marginally smarter than those who do not blog here.
Becky said...
You have all failed me with your talks of "love" now we must burn you all in sacrifice to the heathen St. Valentine Gods. I hope you are happy!
Marie said...
Rainbows are gay.
Becky said...
Seth Green is always going to be one hot leprachaun!
Spiro said...
The ones I usually hear the most are as follows, in no particular order.- The Stalker- "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone about your cabin in the woods."I think I shouldn't post anymore.
Anonymous said...
Once upon a time there was flower. Her name was Sally and she was envied by all the other flowers in...... the place where all the other flowers were. Sally was beautiful and she had the sweet aroma of angels that had just taken a shower with some sort of soap that smelled really good. Everyday people would stop and admire Sally in all of her glory and sometimes those people would die. Not because of the flower, but just because people die sometimes of natural causes or car accidents.I can't help but to be reminded of Sally's story when I look at this maternity dress and I think to myself....someday Rachel....someday.
Nat said...
I think to have a moment like this you needa) a flowy dressb) a small section of grapesc) A fand) some sort of cheesy music like "A theme from a summer place"
Anonymous said...
In my many many years on this big, endless, spinning sphere we call earth, i've found that the only thing that we as a human beings can truly hold out any hope for is tagless shirts. I mean sometimes this life is cruel and unforgiving and you're left with no one and nothing to count on....until now. Thanks to Haynes I now have something to live for. Something to smile about again. That soft, tagless, cottony goodness has done wonders for my soul. I can't tell you how many days I sat alone in the dark in my basement, desperatley wishing to leave the house, but unable to..daunted by the task of having that disgusting tag ravage the back of my neck. So there I sat...used, violated and I needed a losenge. So, Becky I guess what I'm trying to say is...keep your chin up, things always get better and buy tagless shirts.
Nat said...
Can I just say...Fishes! Fishes were all over the road! Help me Becky, Help!
Nat said...
I like scorn!
Becky said... Amen Sista! (Literally.)
In celebration of this momentous anniversary I've decided to highlight special moments of the blog, enjoy!
Goddess said...
Gee, I don't know, my only plans so far consisted of being felt up at a corn maze, and well, that's done.
Marie said...
BringYourOwnBoyYou can't have mine.Anthon's taken.Stop trying Becky.
Nat said...
What!! I love dashboard Antonio! I like him to dance for me....*sigh
Becky said...
I'm sorry, goddess, EK and Justin have all been doomified. It is just to bad for them.
Marie said...
I'll be the one who looks like me.
Blah blah blah You're a dirty Whore
So, my blog has been out of commision and this is a test of the emergency broadcast system. This is a test and only a test.Do no be afraid, turn off your computer screen or change your name for your own protection.Please refrain from eating your own hair.Those in Utah and Davis counties need to beware because bees will shortly attack your dogs.That is all.
It goes on my list of reasons why I hate BYU. Slowly killing students, one stair at a time.
Nat said...
KILL BYU! KILL BYU!!! I mean.....yay BYU!
Goddess said...
Marie, you are cool for having a house and for letting us use it.Becky, you are cool because you are one of the bestest people I have ever met in my life. I love you better than cow cheese and Nutella.
Sarah said...
I hope the above person gets shot while driving a car, and because they are shot, and still not dead they run into a large pole, bashing their head against the winshield and causing major brain damage. But they are still alive at this point and the pole falls over onto the car, crushing every bone in their body. Still not dead when the car explodes in a fiery inferno. Still not dead at this point but hurting majorly as the person who first shot them realizes that they have not finished the job and takes their time in reloading and shooting them down. That is what the above person deserves for desecrating Bec's blog with this dumb crap.
Marie said...
Rachel's a robot.
Becky said...
No because taunting me with cookies is evil.
Justin said...
I will be the nasty neighborhood grumpy old man who is always trying to run over Marie's cats. In fact, I'll start right now. BABY!!!!*vrrooooomm!!** MUA HAA HAA!!In all actuality, I will probably die when I am 28 because they decide that rather than make cars and shoes in my size it is easier and cheaper to just shoot me cuz hey, bullets are cheap.
Sarah said...
Mwahahahaha *Rubs hands together in delight* this is just my game considering I have known her the very longest and probably spent more time with her than anyone that isn't named Marie.*Blast**You act like nobody knows*"that's what you get for showering""you're fired""katzaa""you're outta the family""hey everybody, look at my dance!""well i woulda if you hadn't a snagged it""don't call me a freak ya fag!""get your 12s in""and ya plant it""look at the yellow bears!""your mom (insert previos statement)""your mom's right outside that window""What if the kitties were right outside that window going ka-tssssss""ka-tssssss *finger motion*""whosa wittle baby""whosa my baby"
Rachel said...
That is really cool. How did you do that..cuz I want to do that too. I want a evil manifest version of myself!
Justin said...
I adopted Evil Manifest Rachel. *pets the Evil Manifest Rachel* Want a cookie? Hmm? Who wants a cookie little manifested evil Rachel??....wait a second, this isn't Evil Manifested Rachel, it's my backpack. Crap! Cookie crumbs in my genetics textbook! And there's chocolate all over my polymerase chain reaction electrophoresis gel!! GRR!! ARRGH!!***********Hey kids, today's show talked about the dangers of cookies. Remember, use cookies responsibly and under adult supervision. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle! GO JOE!!!
Justin said...
Ok, so the Toby sight is back up, but the guy hasn't made a cent since March I don't think. And now, I'm officially changing camps. I want Toby to die. And if people pay me $7,000 by June 29, 2005 (that's right, we can get the drop on the people trying to save him) then I will go and kill Toby on June 29th, and rob the other guy of the glory of the kill. Heck, maybe I'll kill that guy too and take the $28,000 he's managed to steal, and then I'll kill any cats I see on the way to and from killing Toby. I guess I would have to choose a different name then www.killtoby.com, something more like www.killeverythingneartobyandthenkilltoby.comor something. Yep, it's a Justin's Killing Rampage, and it's all yours for just $7,000. That's so cheap? Come on, I'm practically giving this rampage away! I'm like Discount Rampage Wearhouse over here!
Can Someone hit me with a Car Please?
Is there such a thing as ridiculously tired? It seems that that is what I am, ridiculously tired. I sleep at night at least a good 6 1/2 to 7 hours and then on weekends I get even more sleep because I sleep in to unspeakable hours and yet I am still exhausted. I don't think there is ever a way to catch up on sleep. I will forever be tired forever. I'm just waiting for that day when I wake up and there is no grogginess or impending doom of the day to come, but rather a light and elated feeling. But alas that that has not occured as of recent. I feel that someone should be blamed for this and it is the sandman. Either he is using too much sand on me or not enough and he should really be beaten into submission like that one time on Power Puff Girls. But there are no more Power Puff Girls because Sarah dyed her hair purple and Bubbles is lost to us. I hope you are happy Sarah!Well maybe what we really should do is have an audition for new superheros to save me from the sandman. So take a number, get in line and strut your superheroey stuff.
Becky said...
That is exactly what I mean. So get out your pen and paper and take these down. *cracks whip*
12:11 PM
Nat said...
OUch! *cries silently*
12:37 PM
Erika said...
Wow Im glad I dont have music you want....
Rachel said...
I met Joss Whedon too! He came over to my apartment when you guys weren't looking.
Joss Whedon and Summer Glau walked into our theater! Joss freaking Whedon, the writer/director of our movie was in the theater with us. Shocked! All I could do was stand there with my mouth wide open while pointing frantically and trying to clap. I'm sure it was an amusing picture
Becky said...
YOUR MOM DRAWS THE BEST! Oh wait, was that an actual compliment? Your Mom withdrawn.
I have come to the conclusion that Tall Minds means so much more than I could have ever fathomed at the creation of this blog. Not only does Tall Minds act as an aspiration for all to learn and expand their minds, and intellect, but it also signifies that those who blog here are marginally smarter than those who do not blog here.
Becky said...
You have all failed me with your talks of "love" now we must burn you all in sacrifice to the heathen St. Valentine Gods. I hope you are happy!
Marie said...
Rainbows are gay.
Becky said...
Seth Green is always going to be one hot leprachaun!
Spiro said...
The ones I usually hear the most are as follows, in no particular order.- The Stalker- "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone about your cabin in the woods."I think I shouldn't post anymore.
Anonymous said...
Once upon a time there was flower. Her name was Sally and she was envied by all the other flowers in...... the place where all the other flowers were. Sally was beautiful and she had the sweet aroma of angels that had just taken a shower with some sort of soap that smelled really good. Everyday people would stop and admire Sally in all of her glory and sometimes those people would die. Not because of the flower, but just because people die sometimes of natural causes or car accidents.I can't help but to be reminded of Sally's story when I look at this maternity dress and I think to myself....someday Rachel....someday.
Nat said...
I think to have a moment like this you needa) a flowy dressb) a small section of grapesc) A fand) some sort of cheesy music like "A theme from a summer place"
Anonymous said...
In my many many years on this big, endless, spinning sphere we call earth, i've found that the only thing that we as a human beings can truly hold out any hope for is tagless shirts. I mean sometimes this life is cruel and unforgiving and you're left with no one and nothing to count on....until now. Thanks to Haynes I now have something to live for. Something to smile about again. That soft, tagless, cottony goodness has done wonders for my soul. I can't tell you how many days I sat alone in the dark in my basement, desperatley wishing to leave the house, but unable to..daunted by the task of having that disgusting tag ravage the back of my neck. So there I sat...used, violated and I needed a losenge. So, Becky I guess what I'm trying to say is...keep your chin up, things always get better and buy tagless shirts.
Nat said...
Can I just say...Fishes! Fishes were all over the road! Help me Becky, Help!
Nat said...
I like scorn!
Becky said... Amen Sista! (Literally.)
Saturday, December 03, 2005
It is now 11:40pm
It is almost midnight and I sit here in the BYU library, just 20 minutes before closing and I ask myself, "Why?" and then I remember that I have two papers to write in one day and I decided to sleep in and go to the library late, but then I decided to go shopping and go to the library really late. And here I sit with no papers written because the library closes later than I anticipated, and no way to print off my research because I have no cash to pay for the prints.
So now I get to go home and write a half researched paper on Gertrude in Hamlet and her dramatic role in the drama. Procrastination is a full time job.
I had every intention to start these papers two weeks ago, but every time I went to do it, an overwhelming not wanting to came over me. I don't know what that is all about but I'm paying for it now. Oh I'll get my papers written, on time and everything. But I have a feeling that I am not going to like the process. And these aren't even my last papers of the semester, oh no. I have two more after this. I hate school and more specifically BYU.
7 more months to graduation. I tell myself that all the time and someday I may actually believe myself, but if I don't well then whatever.
Well the library just gave me my 15 minute warning and then they have begun to play this really scary music that makes you want to run and hide. And it is really loud. So I think it is time to go. I hope that your weekends were just as productive as mine.
So now I get to go home and write a half researched paper on Gertrude in Hamlet and her dramatic role in the drama. Procrastination is a full time job.
I had every intention to start these papers two weeks ago, but every time I went to do it, an overwhelming not wanting to came over me. I don't know what that is all about but I'm paying for it now. Oh I'll get my papers written, on time and everything. But I have a feeling that I am not going to like the process. And these aren't even my last papers of the semester, oh no. I have two more after this. I hate school and more specifically BYU.
7 more months to graduation. I tell myself that all the time and someday I may actually believe myself, but if I don't well then whatever.
Well the library just gave me my 15 minute warning and then they have begun to play this really scary music that makes you want to run and hide. And it is really loud. So I think it is time to go. I hope that your weekends were just as productive as mine.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
No Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving approaches and we are suppose to ask ourselves what it is that we are thankful for. And as I attempt to contemplate this I find I have a lot to complain about, but I don't think about all the things that I am 'grateful' for. So, I am going with my first instinct and instead of listing things that I am thankful for, I am listing things that I am not thankful for.
- The WB when the sound is off or it does that bloopy thing and I miss a couple seconds of my show.
- People who call me between 7 and 9 pm. You must all know by now that I WILL be watching my shows.
- 6-8 page papers
- Sharing the freaking Gospel. Darn you brother Jorgenson and your excessive happiness.
- Nights not being long enough for me to sleep or class being too early and waking me up.
- Accutane
- BYU parking
- People talking during Smallville
- StarWars (I mean really, what was the universe thinking when that happened?)
- Frosted car windshield and no gloves
Okay, now you have my current bottom ten. Lets hear yours, if you have them. What are you ungrateful for?
Monday, November 14, 2005
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