Wednesday, July 6, 2011

I am Decidedly Not Tech-Savvy

There are so many things you can do on the internet now. Ive seen applications for making your own music on the internet, computer-based art, blah blah blah. It has created so many opportunites to create and express oneself......
I wish I knew how to use technology.
I cant even figure out how to use Pinterest for crying out loud! I joined like 2 weeks ago and I haven't contributed anything to the site. How do I put the Pinterest badge on my blog? How do I pin things to my boards from other websites? How do I even start a flippin' board??
There have got to be classes for this kind of thing.... Until then however, this is just going to have to go right here:
http://Follow Me on Pinterest

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Some Poems

So sometimes I get inspired and write poems. It doesnt happen very often, and I like to share the ones I do manage to spit out. These are a couple I wrote about 2 years back.
For this first one, I got the inspiration as I was driving one night to a singles ward activity and had this huge full moon out in front of me the whole way to the church. I thought about it the entire night, even when I came home and went to bed. Suddenly, it came to me; I jumped out of bed and, in the dark, composed the following:

Alone, the moon wanders,
A glowing pearl, as twilight melts
Into velvet blackness.
She paints the land
in deep blues and baleful silvers.
Shadows reign beneath her watchful eye --
And lovers sing to her their lovers' woe.

this other poem is actually a set of three smaller "poem-ettes" that I wrote after a nice nighttime hike up to the "Y" with my friend Steve. The view of the valley from up there is pretty spectacular, especially if your taking in the view upside-down.

At night the sky is an ocean
Amid its still and darkened waters the moon drifts -
A lone and weary mariner.

From where I stand I see,
I can see forever.
The city sprawls beneath me --
It is diamonds and amber thrown across a velvet drape.

I could fall into the sky - I am sure it would swallow me whole;
Then I'd become a star, and watch the Earth from sky forevermore.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

I'm trying to do this every day again

I'm going to try to write here everyday again, hopefully a good habit forms.
Other than that announcement, please enjoy this website... it is hilarious.

Dinosaur Comics
www.qwantz.com

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Mid-semester sentiments


Well, just thought I'd take a little break from homework to share a little about my week, which has been super busy. But, thankfully a lot of the pressure will be off tomorrow when I give my two big presentations and turn in my Museum Collections Management Project Report.--->

In spite of all the assignments and whatnot that I have had to do this week I realized that I really like being busy. Having a lot of worthwhile assignments to do makes me feel like I'm accomplishing somehting, which I am -- I am getting educated! From time to time troubles may pop up and make me blue (like in my previous post, which I apologize for by the way) but I really am content with life.... and also I have banned myself from writing when I'm like that ever again. Also, I am happy because I have friends and family who love me and because Utah has an awesome music scene that allows me access to shows featuring a lot of my favorite bands. Speaking of, Jaimee and I are going to an epic concert this weekend at the Avalon theatre in Sandy. It's Say Anything, Saves the Day, and Motion City Soundtrack, and I am hella excited. Just the other day, Jaimee and I were listening to the new Say Anything album and I got a song from it stuck in my head. I have listened to "Cemetery" at least 3 times a day since Monday. Actually, I'm listening to it right now!
Listen and enjoy!

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Life is a Rollercoaster Sometimes..


Or all the time....

All I know is, right now my life feels like the world's biggest.

So, I have been home from the mission now for about three months, I can hardly believe that its been so short a time. It feels like its been forever, and yet I find myself still entangled in post-mission confusion. Sometimes I feel like this isnt my real life, like I dont know what my purpose is. Sometimes I feel like Im drowning in doubt. Some days I just want to go back to the mission. It was safe there, I knew what i had to be doing every minute of every day. And i knew there was a specific beginning and end to every activity, including the mission as a whole. Out here, in "the World", I don't know when things begin and end, everything's all muddled together. I doubt everything; my ability to get a job, my major, my financial situation, my dating life, the support of my friends- sometimes I feel like I dont have any friends at all.

And I dont know whats wrong with me, because other times I feel just the opposite. I wish that all those bad feelings would just go away.



Crap, I feel really whiny right now, but its good to get stuff off your chest, I guess. And I promise I dont feel like this all the time, just every once in a while. I just had to vent.


Thursday, August 19, 2010

Possibly the Funniest Thing. Ever.

I would like to give major kudos to my dear friend Jaimee Kendall today. I was chatting with her on facebook chat and she sent me a link to this blog called "Hyperbole and a Half", telling me it was one of the funniest things she had ever encountered. Piqued curiosity mixed with friendship-based opinion-trust, I clicked the link and...

My life changed forever.

I have never laughed for such a long time before (or rather, so.... seguidamente (man, I wish there were an english equivalent to that word)) the posts are so _______. (insert awesome adjective here (there are too many that apply for me to choose one.)) She also does Microsoft Paint pictures that make me really envious, I want those MS Paint skills!!

If you havent checked it out before, you really need to have a look at this blog...

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

I'm Pretty Lame at Writing Right Now

So I was looking at these note posts I put up on facebook a couple years ago and it made me really excited to write again, which is probably a good thing, since technically if you have a blog you should write in it/ I'm going back to school and I need to practice because writing is a big part of college life. (I don't know if it's just me but I feel like after having learned spanish, my english grammar has gone downhill... should there be more commas, are there any run-on sentences? I'm not sure anymore; if anyone cares to comment, feel free to take a virtual red pen and make all necesary corrections. I won't be mad.)
So my mom just sauntered in and is now sitting on the couch close to where I am writing.... I hope she doesn't see that I am writing about her/ isn't offended by the word "saunter". My mom is very glad that I am home from the mission, it seems and therefore doesnt want me out of her sight until the last possible second; which, in a way, I can understand. I'm one of her younger children, in a few tears, she may just be an empty-nester and I heard that that can be a rough adjustment. So, she comes to my room alot to ask me stuff, wants to play yahtzee; and now is seated not too far away, listening to the sound of the keys typing, or thinking about what to make for dinner, maybe wondering when and to whom I will be married....or something to that effect.
I hope I dont sound ungrateful, I love my mom and I'm extremely grateful for everything she has done for me. Shes done more than I can imagine, I'm sure... which erminds me of a time when I was in the MTC (Missionary Training Center) and my zone president got my district together and told us to describe our mothers to him. As we reflected on thier quirks and stories about how they met our dads, I believe that a realization of the sacrifices they make for us began to dawn on us collectively. It became very emotional very fast. Halfway through my turn I was a blubbering mess and president decided to move on to the next missionary.
Have you ever thought about what your mother has done for you? Have you ever tried to imagine the sacrifices shes made so thet you can be happy and never want? In the past, my mom has gone without buying clothes for herself (for years sometimes) so we could get new ones at the beginning of every schoolyear. I actually remember seeing her in pants that had big holes in them and battered old shoes, but never put two and two together until later. Just think about all she had to go through: the terrible twos, helping with homework, dealing with the melodrama of surly teenagers. Shes had it rough. Why dont you go thank her? Tell her shes wonderful, shes beautiful, that you love her?
Thats an excellent suggestion, I think I will.