Goodbye 2012!

I don't know about you guys, but I think 2012 was a dark year. I went into it thinking that after the previous year, it couldn't get any worse, but obviously the universe was laughing at me as I thought that. Everything that could go wrong seemed to, I had a break-up that pretty much incapacitated me for six month (I was pathetic I know), my parents moved from my hometown to the worse place on earth (Missouri) I had a not to subtle or quiet emotional break down, I even wear glasses now my eyes gave up on me too! It felt like I spent most of my year either crying or angry, super healthy I know.  However, as I began to reflect on the past year, and the goals I made for the year, I realized that it wasn't all bad, most things aren't. I actually completed most of my goals for the year (Three pounds from the forty I wanted but for all intents and purposes I think I deserve to round up!)

So many things have happened, to get me where I am. I have no date for New Years Eve, something I would have been distraught about before, however now I am ecstatic  to watch Doctor Who into the New Year, surrounded by the not so little kids.  I feel happy with who I am, alone and while I do constantly dream about the Doctor falling in love with me and us running together for the rest of my life, I can handle just being at BYU with my friends, happy to be able to make decisions based on me. I have done things this year that when I made my 2012 bucket list I didn't think I could accomplish but you better bet I did.

Not only that, but I also made a decision, after spending the last 10 years trying to be like all the people around me, good at crafts, perfect cooks, perfectly fit and happy. I decided that I was done. I am done trying to craft, because it is a hell of a lot easier just to buy a damn card and mail it.  I am done pretending that when I grow up I am going to crapbook sorry..scrapbook, or even own a crapbook, or a cricket.. Because, what's the point? I would rather spend my time doing things don't include cutting, because I just can't. I can't cut with scissors, however I am really good with a scalpel no worries. I am not creative enough to make elaborate artwork out of toilet paper rolls, and frankly I think it's disgusting. I guess what I am saying, is I am done pretending that I am going to be this molly mormon, who is looking for a husband and family so I have an excuse to have a horded pile of crapbook supplies. Because, that doesn't make me happy.

 And I think that is the thing, I watch so many people around me be unhappy, hell I was unhappy. I used  to think that if I could just be a little bit more like Matthews mom, I would be one step closer to being the right type of wife, woman, mormon, person, homosapian,etc. If I could fake caring about making cards, crapbook, cooking gourmet meals, being overly involved, being good at photography and to top it off be able to decorate with things I have made from scratch that somehow I would find my happiness, and I would be content to just be. But the truth is the more I tried to do just that, the more depressed I got about my future, was that really what I wanted to do for the rest of my life? And the answer was a huge resounding Hell No. Hell No do I want to cut myself on paper, Hell No I don't want to spend hours in a kitchen making meals, Hell No do I ever plan using toilet paper rolls as art. Just HELL NO. I have so much more to me than that, I have plans and goals, and honestly they created catering for a reason.  I am just not that mold, I am not going to be married at nineteen, nor will I have a baby in my teens. And praise Allah for that, I don't HAVE to do what I don't want to.

So as I shove 2012 out the back door and open the front for 2013, I am excited to see what trials and joys I get in the coming year. It is with a happy heart and a centered soul I begin to save for my trips to France and Portland ;) ,  work my butt off for good grades, make new friend, and cherish the old friendships, I plan on loving every damn moment of my busy life, because this is the time I get to keep learning and growing and discovering more strength in me then I though I could ever have.


Goodbye 2012, thank you for all you have taught me. Now, get the hell out.

Finally

I'm done
My semester is over. And honestly I feel like this:

I can't believe I actually made it through this year! 2012 has been so long and hard, and my soul just feels tired, but at the same time, I am extremely excited. After the last semester of school, where I basically fell apart sitting here with generally good grades, and a trip to see my family in under 24 hours I am SO excited!! My Christmas season has started!! Yay! This means I watch all of the Community, Office, and Doctor Who Christmas episodes!! I am already half way through the Office (haha I have WAY to much time on my hands now!)

I was talking to an old friend a few days ago about life and in the conversation he said  that he "hoped I found something I loved" and my first thought was, "But I have"!How awesome is that??! I mean I know I have talked about it a lot because this blog is kind of like my diary for the universe to read (really I am just writing this so that the doctor can find me and we can travel together).  I just hadn't realized how truly happy I am. Sure people make me angry, and some days are hard but one of my goals for the year was to wake up happy about what I am doing and love my days and I do. I have found a niche and something I enjoy. Not only that, I have also found a group of people I feel comfortable with, and a ward that I can actually sit through (nearly, hey I am working on it). So life is good, I am happy, and  ten months a go I didn't think I would ever be again (I know I am so melodramatic). 
Sorry about my tangent. Christmas/Finals is really what I want to talk about. I am sitting in the computer  lab, pretending to write a paper while secretly laughing at everyone studying, even though  come Monday I am back to studying my french! I get four blissful days, away from the idea of college, and the terror that is in my soul about the classes I am taking next semester (GULP!)

Happy end of the semester to those who are in college, and Happy Holiday season to everyone else! I love you all, and I am so grateful for the readers I have (woo readers!)


Xo

Julia

While everyone else is giving thanks

Everyone is so thankful this time of year. And I think it is awesome! Because there is so many great things in this world. However, today is Sunday, after a very long week and difficult week, so you can take a guess at my mood. And as you may be noticed, I like to vent my problems on my blog because that is what it is here for. My personal thoughts displayed for the world to see. And I have quite a few problems to air out with humanity.

I go to a fantastic school that is really hard to get into, and yet I find myself questioning do people even know how to put their clothes on the right way?

For example. This week I was sitting in a class and someone asked  if the United States was still a commonwealth of Britain, well technically she said England...

Let me say that again. She asked if the United States was a commonwealth of England. 

What the fuck?

How can someone make it so far in their life and not realize that the United States is actually an independent country? And before you ask, yes she was from the United States, specifically she was born and raised in Arkansas ! I know... What the hell is wrong with our world?

 My faith in humanity has been declining at a steady rate. Between the angry republican posts on Facebook (still people? Really it's over Obama is president shut the hell up). and I realizing my children are NEVER EVER going to have a ding dong or a slice of Wonderbread! What type of childhood will that be for them? Might as well take away Sesame Street (Thank God Romney wasn't voted president, and my kids will still know the joy that is PBS) On a side note, I have no problem with Romney, I am just scared of my children not knowing the joy that is cookie monster. I am so glad that the Zombie Apocalypse is approximately 32 days away so I won't actually have to bring kids up in this world, because I am worried my children will become mindless drones, like so many people who surround me. Our world scares me... Scares me. 

What do you think? Am I being dramatic? Or does there just seem to be more stupidity in the world then there use to be??

Millions of People Suffer From it Every Year!!

I have a problem....
And millions of women suffer from and through it ever year.Its acronym is R.S. but to common people it is called Relief Society.
Now before you call me a blasphemer and condemn me to eternal agony in the fiery pits of hell, hear me out.
I love my church, I love the gospel, and I love that I have something to believe in, I think everyone should... But the fact of the matter is:

I HATE RELIEF SOCIETY.

Now you may condemn me to the fiery pits of hell ;) or you could just keep listening, reading, whatever.  There is more to this story then the fact that I have an intense dislike for R.S. in theory Relief Society should be my favorite thing, and I should love hearing from people, and it's not even the people in relief society, for the most part people always give good uplifting lessons, and how extremely exuberant every one is that you are there (seriously it's creepy I don't even know these people) the real problem is... I just relate with boys better...Which I suppose is good since I consider myself extremely straight. But it creates a problem because, I just don't get girls. I don't get the constant crying, the relating of experiences, the crying, the constant reverence, the crying, the judging, the constantly and over the top sweetness, oh and did I mention the crying?

There must be something wrong with me, but I think it probably stems from the fact that my best friend growing up was Ovaltine Jenkins (Who someday I will explain in full to you all).  Ovaltine and I were inseparable from the moment he was born, until Minion came along. I think that it caused a problem, because I just don't get girls.

In addition to my not understanding girls I also lack the sit still and be quiet gene that all girls seem to have been given, but me.  I was pinning during Sacrament meeting today (What do you expect) and I found the perfect quote to explain me, which I have below.

 I am nearly 20, and I still have this problem. When I was dating Matt I use to blame him, because he couldn't stay still, but now... I've realized that I am exactly  the same way. I can't stand being restrained in anyway. Which is magnified in Relief Society because everyone is always so still, and calm and reverent, and then there is me in the corner barely containing myself, I fidget, I poke other people, I draw, I do everything to try to keep myself from exploding, but in all honesty some day I am just going to explode, and it is going to look something like this:

(obviously I am the Hulk)

Which is why I have come to my new conclusion. I should be granted permission to go to elders quorum. Someone has got to tell me how I can do that, because honestly,  it sounds so much better to me. I get to hear men sing (which in BYU is always a treat, honestly, if they would just sing at me all day I would be beyond happy), they aren't completely ridiculously reverent, because like me guys don't seem to be able to sit still for long periods of time. They don't get preached at about their "divine role of womanhood" (which actually makes me physically ill every time I hear and/or say it) and they are pretty much feel the same about seeing me at church as seeing me in a store, walking home, or on the moon. They are chill, they make sense, and for the most part they say exactly what they think, at least when they are talking to other guys. Oh, and they always seem to come out a lot drier then me after relief society because of all the dang tears. I would like to be allowed to sit in there and pinterest and draw, without being judged.OH!!!! And they get to wear pants (sign me up RIGHT NOW)... I love men,  I am glad that I don't have to live with just women for the rest of my life. Don't get me wrong I love my girl friends, and I love living with Muffin, but the fact of the matter is, living with girls is to complicated, church with girls is too complicated, girls are way too complicated.  Relief society leaves me feeling like the famous phrase from Young Frankenstein. Get me out of here.  Let me out of here. Get me the hell out of here. What's the matter with you people? I was joking. Don't you know a joke when you hear one. Ha Ha HA Ha HA. Get me out of here! Open this door or I'll kick your rotten heads in! Mommy!!

Save my soul!

Julia

The Ridiculous Grin on My Face

This is what I look like today!!  (well minus the blonde and nicko, this  picture was taken a year ago).

I am so excited and happy!

Because guess what!

I am going to declare a double major in French Teaching (or maybe Studies)!

And  I didn't know I could feel so happy about declaring a major.

WAHOOOO!!!!

I am grinning like an idiot and I can hardly keep still I am so excited.

And it is more than that.... Do you ever feel like your entire life is being put right, and you can see the whole outcome right there, and its so exciting?? Because right now I feel like it is. I am not going to lie, things are difficult and sometimes I just want to curl up and cry. But the fact of the matter is.. I am happy so happy and I didn't know that a year could make such a difference in the person I am.

I have always thought that I knew exactly who I was a no matter what happened that would never change, but the truth is, I am so much different then I was even four months ago. I have learned truths about myself that I never thought existed, and i am going to list them out right here because, well I can.

Things I learned in 2012 (and it isn't even over yet!!)

1. People aren't always going to be who they say they are, and it's okay to let them go, even if it takes you months
2. You can be happy everyday, you just have to let yourself be
3. Slow and steady wins the race -- now this one sounds stupid but there is an explanation. I gained a butt ton of weight last year because I was "emotionally distressed" and now I have decided to regain control of that, and its working. Slowly. I wanted a miracle wake up and be 120 pounds, but that just won't happen no matter how hard I try! so instead I am taking it slow 37 pounds down, and its working! give me a few more years!
4. You need a little help from your friends (or a lot). I would never have gotten to where I am without them ;)
5. Sometimes Karma works out, and you get to sit back and laugh. And laugh. And laugh. Hell i am still laughing ;)
6. Do your flubbin homework- This one is a duh to, but oh well



Anyway. I am super excited about the way life is working out for me, and I am so glad that things have happend the way they have in the last year because, where i was last year was not healthy at all, working hard for something that I really didn't want, no wonder I broke down!


So! Carpe the fuck out of Diem! And do what you love, because if you don't how are you ever going to find happiness?

xo

Julia

Cuisine Avec Julia

Yes this is the actual quiche i made with my African Hands. Be impressed.

Pour ma classe de français que je devais faire une vidéo de moi cuisson. Je ne peux pas pour la vie de me comprendre comment l'avez pas être sur le côté et je m'en excuse, mais c'est vraiment pour mon professeur Jim Law!

Merci!
xoxo

Julia

English:

For my French class I had to make a video of me cooking. I cannot for the life of me figure out how to not have it be sideways so I apologize, but this is really for my teacher Jim Law!

Merci!!
xoxo

Julia


Also, I promise to post something ridiculously hilarious on my blog at some point again, but right now I am to busy pretending I am Julia Childs....Wee sounds the same!!
I suggest you watch it in full screen to get the full effect... And I promise I am not sideways the entire time. You will have to ask my french teacher tomorrow if my quiche was any good. I also have included a picture of the finished product... because I don't know how to edit videos... Figuring out how to embed this was hard enough... I think I am an 80 year old stuck in a 19 year olds body!!

I'm Coming Home

I have nearly expired three times today, because I am actively searching f a ride to Walla Walla for Thanksgiving. This may seem like a seriously silly idea, seeing as Walla Walla is a jacked crazy town, I have decided to blog about it anyway. 

 I AM GOING HOME!!

I consider Walla Walla the place I grew up, all of the best times I have ever had were there and more than that I get to see one of my Favorite people in the world. Square Toothed-Girl. She is one of my very favorite people in the world, and not only that, she also has a rockin family Mountain Man, Straight Face, and Lego Man (Who I will never get over using the cruciatus curse on me!)

It is always fun to try to explain Walla Walla and the lifestyle there to someone who has never experienced it. How can you honestly? Anyone from there knows what I mean. People who have lived there know it is like no other place on earth. Especially the Mormon culture (or at least that is what I have learned). I had a group of friends who I just loved unconditionally.Now, this is a little silly, because I look at us now, only a year later and we are all over the world and half of us don't even talk to one another anymore. I suppose however, that is what life is a constant eb and flow and i accept that. 

I miss my town. I miss the roads that I know perfectly the way the town feels so small at times, and so big at times (mostly when you are in line in Walmart). I am strangely proud of it.  I love that we are home of the Walla Walla sweet onions, and that in the summer it smells like Onions in the fall it smells like burning fields and the rest of the time it just smells like earth. I love the friendships I have made, the things I have learned.I know how silly it all sounds, especially to those who live there or have lived here. But there is something there. It tugs at your heartstrings and you have to live it up. 

I am so excited also to spend time with Square Toothed-Girl. Without her I don't know how I would have survived high school, or my freshman year of high school at that. She is truly amazing, and anyone who disagrees can just go to hell ;). I love her and her DC ways. And I am so excited I get to spend a few precious days with the second coolest family in the world (sorry  I just know my family is the best)

Walla Walla, I will see you in a month!!

WOOHOOO!!

A Not So Traditional Canadian Thanksgiving.

Hello all,
After a long emotional weekend for all 19 year-old latter-day saints girls (and 18 year-old boys), I thought I would give you an update, and a story.
Yes. I am planning on going on a mission for all who wonder.
No, I won't be going for a while.  I have school
Yes, I think it is awesome.
Yes, this is going to change BYU for the better.

But that isn't what I wanted to talk about. Today I wanted to talk about the joys of Canadian Thanksgiving. For any of you who don't know(aka everyone in the world, except Canadians), it is tomorrow the 8th of October, but this year, I celebrated early due to the number of midterms I have this coming week.. Also I forgot until Friday. Meh, shiz happens..Anyway. With joy in my heart, I decided that I wanted to celebrate. Because any day that you can celebrate what you are thankful for, is a great thing (and I love stuffing).

I realized however after declaring to my lovely roommate Alice (Sarah) (her image is beside)that I had absolutely no turkey in my house, no sausage for my stuffing, and no way to get to a story because it was Sunday and I had no food. Sarah just winked at me (or tried, how I love her!) and we did what college kids do best. Improvised.                                                  

Now, my improvising could have been disastrous, but with a little help from my friends (aka) Alice (Sarah) it was a wonderful meal that I will never forget.


Surrounded by people I loved, and people I was just meeting for the first time, I sat down to Fried Chicken, with Mash Potatoes. Cranberry Almond Stuffing (with no sausage and Italian seasoning instead of sage), Peas (because you HAVE to have peas with mashed tatoes), and the most delicious pumpkin doughnut holes I have ever had. It wasn't  traditional, it wasn't with my family, it wasn't even with people I have known all my life (or even for over two years) and yet somehow it was one of the most perfect moments of my life. We did some traditional things. We had a thankful board (below), and we laughed and joked, and I just had fun.

I am so grateful for the people in my life who surround, and love me.  I am so thankful for the people who accept me the way I am, and love me. I am thankful for those have surrounded me and loved me in the last year, when everything was going wrong. I am surrounded by love, and I wish that I could adequately explain how  much it means to me. here are two pictures of notes that I received this week, that keep me going How loved I feell I wish I could thank those who sent them, but I don't have names on most of them.

 Thank you. Thank you Sarah for being someone who loves me no matter what, and deals with having to share a room with me (I will clean eventually), Thank you for being willing to sit through endless pintrest sessions, for getting me tissues when I cry, and for making sure that we always have our Diet Cokes and chocolate on Sundays.Thank you all. Those who have kept me going through my hard times. To those who I have just met and love me, and to all of you who have touched my life for the better.  I am so blessed, and loved. I have a huge family  biological and adopted. I am surrounded by the best people in the world. I am loved by the best people in the world.I love you all, I hope that each of you have people in your life who have changed it for the better. Happy Thanksgiving all.

Ladies and Gentleman welcome back my eating disorders!

I have this friend! And she is BEAUTIFUL! She has worked hard to lose some weight, and she has always been rockin' babe! Anyway!  Today her tumtum (can you tell I have younger siblings) hurt. She was bemoaning this and some TOTAL B came up to her and told her that she needed to get over it apparently everyone's tumtums hurt when their pregnant. Now this, this got me thinking. And here is what I thunked (yeah, I went there):

WHY THE F WOULD SOMEONE SAY THAT?

I felt something like this:

Now this has lead me to think.. What are five things people should never ask one another?! And here is the list!!

1. Are you  pregnant-- No I am not. But thank you for calling me fat...

2. Have you gained weight?  No, but you've obviously been taking STUPID PILLS since I've seen you last (Doctor Who reference).

3.  Team Edward orTeam  Jacob-- Honestly Can we just say Team this lady instead?

4. Are you going to eat all of that?-- Yo mofo! Don't question me!! I will SUPA SIZE IT if I want ain't nobody gonna stop me!

5. Romney or Obama? -- Seriously people, that is just asking to get a crazy as crack foaming at the mouth response, and no one wants that. No one needs that in their lives!? Do you want to get rabies, and force me to go on a Fun Run for the Cure (An Office reference for those of you who don't understand)

We should all just take Will Smith's advice and:

Now. For those of you who are thinking! "NO I have dealt with it all my life! I am sick and tired of the morons who surround me. I want something that will make me feel better. Something that while I could possibly get arrested for it, would make my life so much better!" 

This is my response:

Punch them in the face and move on. 

General Relief Society Meeting

So its the dreaded time a year again, The General Relief Society Meeting. Now, I am sure these women are fantastic, and that some people love this, but I can't handle it. It is hard enough for me to sit still to watch a movie/ T.V. shows that I ENJOY, let alone the on going topic of: Pioneers, Our Divine Roles, and Motherhood. So I have a list for you all! Also! Thanks to people who are out there reading! I had fifty hits in 20 minutes the other day! Fifty! (Ironic I know). So my list

Thirty things to do When You are Supposed to be A Good Mormon

1.Read Fifty Shades of Grey and/or Twilight-- Yes I went there. 

2. Facebook- Which is it's own sort of agony

3. Blogging-Obviously.

4. Go out with your friends, REAL friends, not the fake ones

5.Get a tattoo-- ouch!
6. Childbirth (this is a maybe because I haven't actually done that yet)

7. Hiking- Yes I would rather hike

8. Get bitten/turned into a Zombie

9. Suffer through Testimony meeting

10. Spend a day with my ex-boyfriend-- Okay, this one is a stretch, I really don't want to do that ever. 

11. Walk 500 Miles, and then 500 More

12. See an R-rated movie

13. Stalk your gay lover
14. Walk to Missouri

15. Watch Doctor Who

16. Pick your nose, AND EAT IT! 

17. Play Wizards with the Lego Man (Granted, I want to do that all the time anyway)

18. Drink twelve caffinated beverages-- In progress.

19. Go to a Puritan Dance-- BAHAHA see what I did there!?  

20. Get into a political debate-- Yes I went there.
21.  Eat a whole pie, alone
22. Shave your whole body. Everything.
23 Get drunk, REALLY drunk (maybe that would make this go faster).
24 Sew a quilt - NEVER AGAIN
25. Learn to fly.. Without a plane, like with just my arms.
26. A vasectomy-- I realize this is impossible, but I would still rather.
27. Run naked across BYU Campus (bahaha can you imagine what the Mormon's would do!?)
28. Along with the naked running, I would skinny dip in the fountain between the Museum and the Theater
29. Texting while driving (Far away from Utah, and thus this meeting)
30. My Sarah's hair... I think that is what I am going to do.

Guys, I love my church, I really do, but Relief Society Functions make me cringe. I just need a coke, some chocolate, and a Vicodin... Just kidding about the Vicodin....   

Fifty Shades of Bored.

I am bored.

Utterly bored.

I have no homework,

 no tests

 my living room has been cleaned.

My dishes done.

All the books are read, all the movies watched, all the TV shows caught up on.

I have nothing.

So what does one do when they are bored?
This:

Yes, that's right I got so low I turned on Twilight.
Correction I am watching Twilight.
Right now.
I am at fake La Push, "Wolves, like real wolves?"
Can I tell you something guys? Those of you who obviously read my blog (all 3 of you). Well you can't stop me from telling you, you could stop reading I suppose, but that wouldn't really phase me.

Twilight is complete BS.

B.S. 

(No. I don't mean bologna sandwich)

And, I am editing my real thoughts because some people have sensitive eyes, and when they see cuss words, their eyes start bleeding, and the foam at the mouth -the same foam  that comes to the mouth of your neighborhood Republicans, whenever you say the word OBAMA!  (After this I will be using real words REAL LIVE CUSS WORDS, because honestly it is my emotional feeling.anyone who cant handle the word "Sex" should just exit out right now):.Okay I have tangent for a minute (which I will section off in BLUE! 

Does anyone else feel like all of this political crap is also B.S? Seriously, I personally want to punch everyone in the throats, and vote for Nader. Honestly.  Every time I see a post from my more than to vocal "friends" on Facebook, I contemplate changing my name, moving to Scotland, and becoming a hermit in a moor. Me And Lochy (The monster) could hang out, eat some fish, and no foaming republicans/democrats could find me. Me and Lochy would create a republic where we just traded every four years, and no one would tell me what to do. Or who to believe, or who to vote for, OR WHAT TELEVISION SHOWS ARE
"SMUTTY", and what I can watch. Because obviously I am going to hell because I watch Modern Family, and I am a declared Independent, who may one day vote for a DEMOCRAT/ REPUBLICAN (however I don't think I will ever vote for a Mormon (and I am one), unless it is woman. 

As I was saying.  Twilight is B.S. The only thing that is worse then it is this:

And, in all honesty, I think these might have been better. Because at least they had a better plot
For those of you to good to read them the plot went something like this
INTERVIEW
DATE
CONTRACT
SEX
SEX
JK NO CONTRACT
SEX
LOVE/WHOO I'm A SADIST! Oh wait, that isn't a real medical term? WTF!!!!!
SEX
SEX
FREAK ACCIDENT
LOVE
SEX
SEX
MARRIAGE
LOVE
BABY!
SEX
HOUSE!
SEX
SEX
THE END
Honestly, at least they had a good scene where you thought maybe he was dead and THE MISERY WAS OVER!!!!

The two things they had in common where that they both
HAD ABUSIVE MEN, AND PEOPLE WHO ARE RIDICULOUSLY ATTRACTIVE, BUT HAVE SUPER UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITIES!
Honestly, women, is this what we want? To be abused? This... Is sick. You know what I want? Someone who doesn't treat me like crap, someone who doesn't lie about their life to fit into a role that people expect them to. I  want someone who doesn't subjectivity women. Someone who isn't so wrapped up in themselves,   in their personal "drama"  whatever it is (Abusive mom, Vampire, Porn problems, Drug problems, Serial Killer,etc) that everything has to be about them. Take Christian for example DOES HE EVER ASK ANA What she wants!? No he is just like OH I am brooding LETS GET NAKED! Then there is EDWARD! Who goes, OH I want to suck your blood sooo bad. I am I monster!

As I was saying.... Before the tangent that we shall call the Fifty Shades of Tangent (Which I personally think was better then the book) Twilight is where I turn when I am bored.
And you know why?
Because
I
AM
A
SICK
HUMAN BEING.
I have to resort to such boring and tedious things to have any joy in my life.
Do you realize that I read the  Fifty Shades of Grey Series  TWICE. TWICE this summer, because honestly I got a thrill out of seeing the word "fuck" in a sentence, and still being good person.

And I'm a Mormon.

 Surprise! I am an active member. And just in case you guys were wondering,  I apologized to those of you whom I lied to. I read Fifty Shades all the way through, and I really didn't get any kicks from it, I found it repetitious and dull.
But yet.
I find myself
watching
Twilight.

I need entertainment.
I may pull a Sherlock and shoot a wall out of my frustration.

I think the root of my problem is.
 I hate political debates
I hate being told what to do
I didn't have class today, and I miss having to use my brain
And
I hate, that nothing surprises me anymore. I hate that everything is predictable.
Just like these awful movies and books. Everything stays the same, everything is predictable, and dull. I need something, anything to break the tedium.

What do you do? How do you cope?

The Rapist at Le Petit Nicolas.

So I have this roommate. She is absolutely amazing. For about 10 reasons, including and not limited to the fact that she is BATMAN, also.. She puts up with me everyday, and every night, which is no easy feat. Anyway, last night I had one of the scariest moments in my life, and she was there to help me. it went something like this (some back story. I just went to a French Club movie (Le Petit Nicholas) and I wast walking home alone):
Me (to my self): hmm it is really dark and scary walking home at night, I am going to call SARAH so that she can talk to me while I walk home. (Number is dialed, Sarah picks up)
Sarah: Hello?
Me: Hey beautiful, I am scared a rapist is going to get me because it is really dark outside, so I called you.
Sarah: Oh good! I would be sad if a rapist got you.
Me: oh I am glad you would miss me.
Sarah: I never said that
Me: Oh I see how it is... So how is your day?
Sarah: Oh I am doing Physics
Me: Oh How fun!!
The conversation continued while I walked down a rather terrifying hill away from campus. The lights where flickering, and I swear there where people hiding in the bushes all around me. It looked like a scene from a terrifying movie.
Me: Ahh Sarah, I just walked past the bike rack, and there are tons of bikes still.. I think they are the bikes of the people that the serial killer murdered like in that episode of Criminal Minds we watched yesterday!
Sarah: Julia it's okay there is no serial killer today, and if there was I would get my bike and come save you
Me: would you put your helmet on first?
Sarah: Yes
Me: BY THE TIME YOU GET HERE I WILL BE DEAD!!
Sarah: No I will go super fast
Me:... I am terrified!!
Sarah: Calm down you are going to be okay, I will save you. You just punch them and run
Me: I can't run!!! I am in FLIP FLOPS!!!!
Sarah: take them off
Okay so our conversation continued and then, from behind me came THE MOST TERRIFYING NOISE FROM BEHIND ME (AKA a man clearing his throat).
Me: I'm GONNA DIE I'M GOING DIE I'm GOING TO DIIIIEEEE!!!!!!
Sarah: No you aren't its okay!!
Me: NO !!!! I AM DEAD SARAH!! I AM DEAD!! I'm DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD!!!!!!
Sarah: Calm down
Me: I AM GOING TO GET RAPED!!!
Sarah: No you aren't!
Me: SARAH YOU DON"T UNDERSTAND!!! I AM DEAD!!!!
As I said this a rather tall man walked by me, looked at me like I was crazy and carried on his merry way.
I slowed down so that he was far enough away that I could tell Sarah what had happened
Me:Sarah... Okay there was terrifying the rapist was behind me,  and we don't have a code name so I couldn't tell you that you needed to grab your helmet and come save me.
Sarah: I told you we need a code word! But no one believed me.
Me: I know, we sort of did, but that was when the rapist comes into our room not when the rapist is following us home to rape us and kill us!!
Sarah: Okay let's make one right now
Me: Okay!!
We came up with a word, and don't worry now we know what to do when a rapist comes. She waited at the door for me to come home. Sarah is amazing, she and I have a system in place so that when the murderer comes to get us we know how to dispose of his pieces....

Oh, how I love my Cinderpineshine!

Two People Who Changed My Life

Like most people, I have had those moments when my life has been completely altered by someone. However unlike most people who don't read on a regular basis, my life has been changed by two different authors. Now, there are so many more books and authors who have changed my perspective on life, but today I am thinking about two.

1. Oscar Wilde

Here's a little background on him. He lived in the late 1800's, he was Irish, and he was extremely controversial. He was married, after fathering 3 children, and he had a male lover. He was  thrown in prison because of his lover, and it changed his perspective on life. He was a satirical author, who made many comments on the Victorian age in which he lived. 

Now, that is all fine and dandy, I love that he was a rebel with his lover, and I love how brilliant he was with his pen. But, that isn't why he has changed my life. He changed my life with one quote: 

 How can you dispute this? I spent most of my life, just hoping that someone, anyone would fall into like with me that I never paused to think  when I was finally in a relationship if I felt ordinary. It goes back to what I said earlier in the summer; I want passion. I crave it honestly. I need someone to feel as passionately as I do about thing, or at least appreciate how passionate I am. I can't help it, I get obsessively passionate about things.  I have spent my entire life knowing that I am just not like everyone around me. It is how it is. I was homeschooled for heaven's sake! Can you think of less normal people (Besides the Amish, I mean common get a computer for crying out loud)? Granted I do have good social skills because my mother was very adamant in not raising bizarre homeschool kids, but she did raise us to be individual. I think sometimes she wonders if she did the right thing especially when Justin and I get going on some Doctor Who theory, or we start dancing in the grocery store, but hey that's who we are. Sorry, that was a tangent. As I was saying. This quote changed my life, because the fact of my life is

I 

AM

NOT

ORDINARY

And Praise Heaven for that one, I would be so DULL if I was. I am completely me, like it says in Princess and the Frog "Warts and All".  So,someone is going to want me for my abnormal bits and my slightly insane bits, and life will be good. Eventually. Until then thank heaven Oscar Wilde, who made me feel more normal... (Although maybe that just makes me crazy...)

2. Albert Camus

Senior year we had to read the book The Stranger (L’Étranger). It is a book about existentialism, and while I don't consider myself as one, it changed my life reading that book. I have always lived my life over analyzing things. Anyone who has met me would know. Like most writers in the world the simple act of picking up a pencil, I could over process until the universe rested on which pencil I chose. So it was... Maybe refreshing? To read a book so far from my own life. When I finished the book, I had to take a few days to process, and then I had to reread it. I have been in a constant state of re-reading it since then. I would suggest it to everyone. Read it. It will change your life. The other thing is this quote by him

Ha. I love this. For obvious reasons. I am striving every day to be my own act of rebellion, and I think maybe, just maybe it's working!

What do you think?  Am I just crazy??

Take these broken wings...

This tree is in Joplin Missouri. Every time I see it, I feel a sense of hope, that there will always
 be someone there for us. It speaks of the hope that people felt when the nation poured their help onto Joplin after the tornado. It gives me hope, when everything else seems dark. This was the best thing Missouri gave me.

I really have nothing else, except this quote by Kurt Vonnegut:

I would expound more, but I feel like this says it all. 


And, the Beatles to rock you into Sunday. 

Tomorrow I will write about the two authors that influenced my life forever. Stay Tuned :)

Back in Black

My summer break is almost to an end, and I am back in Utah to start school again. I suppose the name of this post should actually be Back AND Black, because I am black, and I am back--pause for roaring laughter.  As the school year commences, I wanted to share five great things about my life today.

1. Kirsten 

After four months away from the person I have spent nearly every day with for the last five years, it was AWESOME to see her again, as I write she is currently sleeping, and making the funniest noises! She is my sister from another mister, and  my favorite foshosho<-- I promise to never say that again. We have already had so many adventures and I have only been here since Tuesday. One such adventure was when we found someones License to marry application in a stack of job applications!  Oh its good to have her back again (Also, doesn't she look FOXY!)

2. Fry Sauce 

 I don't know about anyone else, but I have to say that fry sauce is without a doubt one of my very favorite condiments in the world.  It is the perfect combination of flavours, and when you add it to fries from the Creamery, it is like heaven in your mouth. Now, I believe that the best fry sauce is from the Creamery on Ninth and while I know the rest of campus uses the same stuff, it just tastes better on Ninth Street. Also, the chocolate ice cream there is better then anywhere else in the world. Oh the Creamery, how I have missed it.

3. Mountains

  After living in Missouri for the last few months, it is the most glorious thing in the world to be living so close to them. Mountains are almost as amazing as the ocean, and I love the mountains here because I always know where I am, because they are always to the east.

4. My new apartment

Okay, this is going to sound super silly, but I love my new cheap apartment. It makes me happy to be in a little, QUIET, space. And, the best thing is I am across from the high school, so every afternoon for a while I can hear the marching band, and that is just awesome.

5. Schools about to begin

The beauty of school starting is the unknown. This year can be completely different, and I have complete control over it. I love the artificial environment where everyone can be someone new, in every class if they want.  Now me, I have been practically the same since 7th grade, I know who I am. But, you see I have new bruises, new experiences and new feelings about things, and it has helped shape me to become a stronger person. And, I am ready to face what the crazy-o town has for me. Bring it on BYU!

Happy Tears

So, I have this feeling inside me right now, and I just want to preserve it, and know if other ever feel this way.

I am so happy, right this very moment, that I want to cry. 

There is no real reason for it. I was just reading Post Secret . It used to be my Sunday night treat, but now that I work, it just happens when it happens. While I was reading them, it felt like my whole soul just went to zen, and I feel blissfully happy.  People out there feel the same way I do, Paris is a good idea! Run away from anything that doesn't uplift your soul. How can I argue with that? And you know what it made me decide?  I decided that today, you, yes you, need to be you.

BE YOU

And don't listen to any of the crap the rest of the world is screaming at you. Don't be afraid of what the rest of the world says, because whomever you choose to be, someone will have a problem with you. Below is my new motto:

Seriously, don't let the hate into your home, your mind, your soul. Because once it is there, it is like a plague. It won't leave you alone, and you have to cleanse your soul. And your soul is the most important part of YOU! And its scary sometimes changing, but that is okay. In The Curious Case of Benjamin Button it says 

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”"

I love this. I absolutely love this! You have control of your life! You make the decisions, you make the rules, you make the outcome for your journey through life!

It's different for each of us. And it changes everyday sometimes. Today I am happy sitting in my sweatpants listening to Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes,  blogging and pinteresting. I am happy being me, knowing that I am completely imperfect. That most days, every day, I want to run back to Washington and curl up on the beach in a blanket and stare at the ocean. I am okay with my Doctor Who obsession. I am okay knowing that I am just a little bit different from everyone else I know. And I am okay knowing that people won't like me the way I am , and will always try to change me. Because guess what!?

No one will ever change me, except me, because I am made up of perfectly imperfect parts that I cherish. 

 I hope that you can find that for yourself.

(here is a little Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes so you know what I am talking about ;) )

And if you are more into more woman vocals:

( I want this to be my wedding song, and I want to tap dance to it)

Have a great week!

The Problem with Humanity

In general I will always try to be upbeat here on Day in The Life, but I just have a few grievances I have to air with humanity and then move on, and hopefully it will be mostly upbeat. No promises though, but I don't think I can write anything slightly humorous until I get this all out...

"You Shouldn't _____ (Insert instruction here)":

Next time someone tells me what I should do I am going to freak out. And, I wish I was kidding but I am not. Just because I am only 20 doesn't automatically mean you can boss me around. Just because you are a mom/dad doesn't mean you can boss me around. The only person who should even try to tell me what to do is my mother!(and on occasion my father), and even then I still have the right to say no.  But you are not my mom, dad, or even my conscience, so let me choose for myself.  Don't tell me what to read, don't tell me what to eat, drink, wear, or watch on TV. I don't care if you think my TV shows are sleazy, or scummy, that is your opinion and I didn't ask for it. I had a guy at work tell me that as a good Latter-Day Saint I shouldn't be reading the book I was reading. And I honestly almost punched him in the face. I actually thought about it, and then instead told him how it was referred to me by another member, and that I read whatever I please. Seriously people? Half of the time its people I don't even know that well telling me what to do, and the other half it is people who know me well enought to know I march to my own drum, and no one can stop that. Unless I come to you with a question I need help with. LEAVE ME THE H! ALONE! You lead your life however you please, and I will lead mine how I please!

The Virgin Diaries- AKA What Happens to the Missionaries Nobody Wants to Marry:
So, I watched the Virgin Diaries for the first time this last week. If you have never heard of it, here is a clip from the Ellen DeGeneres  Show that nearly describes my feelings towards it:

I hope you laughed, because I did.  The concept of the show is my first worry. It is so common place now that, we actually have to have a show about the people who ARE virgins? I get it, if you want to be in relationships  where sex is involved, go for it, I really don't care how much sex everyone else is having, because your sex life is between you and your partner. Personally I have chosen to wait for marriage, and it is nice to know that I am not the only one out there, however, my problem with this show stems from the episode I watched. It had this guy in it:

See, as a single woman at BYU this is my single greatest fear in life. And, every ward has them. And, it leads me to wonder. What did his parents do to make him so messed up? How do you avoid this from happening? And why in heavens name would someone make-out with him for three minutes for a damn T-Shirt!?
I just don't get it.

And The Greatest Offender of All:

I hate Facebook, I really really hate Facebook. And I have 5 reasons why.
1. Sixth Grade Relationships

No one cares that you and your boyfriend are so in love, because you are 12. And by this time tomorrow, you won't even be together anymore. But, this has become even bigger then 12 year-olds. I am to the point that I actually delete people because of  how much of their relationship is played out via Status Updates, and Wall Posts. Your relationship should not be right there in my News Feed. Honestly I don't need to know that you just kissed your boyfriend, and you are now cuddling on the couch. Nor do I need to know that some times he is a big baby :/ (Oh, and yes I will be talking about smiley faces in a moment). If your boyfriend is treating you like crap, then you need to talk to him face to face. Don't put it on his wall. If you are to immature to do that, then maybe you shouldn't be in relationships in the first place.

2. :/

 I think I must just be getting old, because whenever I get online I am super confused about all the smileys people use. The only ones I have a handle on are:

:)

:(

:'(

:P

:O

;)

Anything outside of those six, and my mind gets confused. What the H does 

:/

^-^

;-;

:3

>:(

And the plethora of other ones mean!? I don't get it!!! And what does it mean when people post them? 

3. Passive Aggressive Posts

Facebook is a passive aggressive's playground. It is the only place that you can say things like:

"Ugh, you make me so angry!"- Shoot, sorry I hate when I make you angry... Only I haven't talked to you in years... So was it me who made you angry? Or someone else?

Song Lyrics that make no sense

"Somebody that I used to know"-- Do you still know them? Did they disappear!? Did you break-up, wait you where in a relationship? Whaaaa?

"I wish you would just accept the way I am! Ugh!"- ... I do? Wait.. are you a murderer? Am I supposed to accept you if you are a murderer, or does that depend on who you kill? 

4. Misspelling words/ Abbreviation

Am I the only one who doesn't understand half of the abbreviations used anymore? I actually have to Urban Dictionary them, because I have no clue what is going on? For example:

IKR! TOTS inapropor. that sh cra rt thr! U hv no ida hw md that mde m! -- What does that even mean? Honestly? Half of my time on Facebook is spent trying to understand what people are ACTUALLY saying! And then there are the misspelled words:

"Stopid peple make me cry. they allways say dum things, and alot of the time it makes no scents. Yu know?"

And then when you add the two together, you get half of my graduating classes statuses 

Y do yu allways say thos things to hrt me! U hve no ida how AWEFUL yu mke me fel abuot my 

lfe! 

And you wonder why every other country makes fun of us?

5. The Classic

The classic to me, is the fishing for the complement. 

 If you hate your picture so much. Don't put it up, but don't fish for compliments.  All of our pictures should look more like this:

Facebook is going to drive me to drinking, and I didn't even mention how much I hate political debates on Facebook, because that in and of itself will someday be its own post. Humanity is going to drive me to drinking!
Tea that is. That is all I have, I promise next time I will be more upbeat! I just had to get this all out ;)


What do you think? Am I being to melodramatic? Or do I have a point in my madness?

My Not So Minor Obsessions

I have about 5 things I love more than anything in the world... Well besides friends and family that is.. And I thought I have mentioned them enough I ought to just get them all out at once... And, yes there are more, but for the sake of today, I am only going to mention 5 and maybe, you will get more about each one at another date, for sure you will get more about Doctor Who, we are just going to make that assumption , because that  is the biggest obsession of all.

1. Adele

This lady is AMAZING! Everything she sings turns to pure magic for me. I love the tone of her voice, her everything! Her make-up, her hair, her voice... 21 is the most listened to album on my iTunes. Every single of the the top twenty-five songs on my iTunes is her. I have been listening to her since 2008 when she came out with 19. Actually, I got her single for free on iTunes (Hometown Glory) and fell immediately in love with her. She has the voice of an angel, and like the e-Card says  she knows how to express every feeling one has after a break-up (On a scale of 1 to Adele how bad was your break-up?) No other singer in my mind comes close to how much I love her ( Although Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros, and Jason Mraz are very close).  I spent all of last summer memorizing all of 21, and I was actually extremely sad when she started playing on the radio, because that meant that
A. She was becoming mainstream
B. That I was going to tire of her song (Rumour Has It)
C. I couldn't just enjoy her unadulterated , people now were going to have actual opinions about her...

2. Spider-Man

 I FREAKING LOVE SPIDER-MAN! 


I love Spider-Man.. He is the best superhero in the world, in my own personal opinion. And I don't really care if no one agrees with me, because I am right. I love the comics, I love the animated series (yes I have seen every episode), and I love love love the movies.  I spent all of high school thinking I was Spider-Man. Don't believe me?  Ask Justin, or even Matthew. I love Spider-Man... In fact, I am going to name my son Peter after Peter Parker, I was going to name him just straight up Spider-Man, but I thought that  CPS would have a problem with it... I love Spider-Man so much that I think I am him.. As demonstrated in this video!
(Excuse my hair, its my day off!)

In addition, have you seen the new movie!? HOLY TOLEDO!!!! HOLY SPIDER-MAN! Andrew Garfield is amazing! Not only is he a good actor, he is amazingly attractive, and he is part English! How can you go wrong?  Oh! And the movie was awesome! That is my favorite story, Lizard is the best!!! I still watch the animated episode of that comic, because it is LITERALLY THE BEST EPISODE! So of course it was an AWESOME AWESOME, movie!
3.  Tea

Yes that is a Doctor Who quote on this mug, Yes I am going to make this...

 I love tea more than any other drink.. Ever.. And this includes, but is not limited to Diet Pepsi, Lemonade, Water, Vitamin Water, and Milk (which is a given since I hate milk). I have to have a cup every single day. Twining's is the best,  I drink it every day, but I really will go for any tea. It makes my soul happy. I personally think that tea makes every situation better. . I may be secretly English. Because, everybody knows that the English deal with everything with a cup of tea. When in doubt right, put the kettle on, right? I honestly believe that the best thing in the world is curling up in my wrap pants, watching Doctor Who, and drinking a big cup of Twining's (weak with two Splenda for a big cup, one for a small cup)

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4. Harry Potter

 I am a part of the Harry Potter Generation. I read the first book in 2000 and was obsessed! Granted,who couldn't be they are brilliantly written, they suck you in, and the are just pure magic! I've wanted to be Hermione Granger my entire life. I figure I already have the poofy hair! All I need is magic! (which I also have). I don't think I have ever gone a day without thinking about, or referring to these magnificent books ever.  In my family when we get mad at each other, sometimes we just have to yell Avada Kadavra! at each other. Sometimes when I turn on the light I mutter lumos (and of course nox when I turn it off). I spent all last summer babysitting (hanging out really, those kids are the best), and I spent most of my time under the cruciatus curse, because Lego-Man wanted me to do whatever he said ( I spun in a lot of circles) And, I am not ashamed to admit that when I turned 11 and I didn't get my letter to Hogwarts I cried... For days. How could I not? When I got the seventh book, I cried when Fred died, when we found out Snape was not evil, and of course the hardest when Dobby died. I read and waited for new books for seven years of my life. It was my life. Thank heaven for J.K. Rowling's genius! Without it, I could never yell Alohomora when I got frustrated at a door that didn't open.

Look at Little Daniel Radcliffe! He is so adorable!!

5. Doctor Who

 David Tennant, forever my Doctor

Matt Smith, a brilliant Doctor, in a bow tie and a fez. Because fez's and bow ties are cool! Love of my life...

I love Doctor Who...
I LOVE DOCTOR WHO
I LOVE DOCTOR WHO!!*
Cough, Cough... Sorry I just had to get that out there. Doctor Who is my very favorite thing of all. I love the show, in all its cheesy alienness. If you haven't ever noticed I elude to it in nearly every single blog post, and will continue to do so. And, not going to lie, eventually it may have to get it's very own blog post like Starbucks. It is magical. I love trying to explain it to people though, because I always get the best looks. How do you explain, that the best show in the world is about a Time Traveling Alien who protects the world from other Evil Aliens?  People laugh at you when you say that. So, if you have never watched it I probably think I am crazy but I am not!  True, sometimes it is silly, and a little lame, but then there are moments that take your breath away, you truly become attached to the characters and it hurts when they leave the show. Rachel and I cried for days after the 10 regenerated into 11, and when Rose leaves, and when Donna leaves, and I can promise you that I will cry in this next season when the Ponds leave.  I feel like Doctor Who fits into every day life. For example, I gave a talk about  four weeks ago in church, and I integrated 3 Doctor Who references, I drive listening to the soundtracks because I feel so much more epic, like I am actually going to do something way awesome, and the world better watch out, my exacto-knife is nick-named the Sonic Screwdriver, and Rachel and I are turning our front door into the TARDIS this year... And we have a cut-out of David Tennant that sits in our room, to protect us in the night...Oh! And I recently decided my daughters name is going to be Amelia River (when I have children that is)  Most of my clothing now a days consists of something that reminds me of the Doctor (3 T-shirts, and 2 pair of  High Top Converse).  Also, it helps that I want to marry Matt Smith (Although Tennant still claims my soul, and will forever be my Doctor, he is married.. And 41, and my mom said that was just a little bit too creepy). Matt Smith is beautiful and also a hipster... Which is just cool. Hipsters are cool. Fez's are cool. The Doctor is cool, and someday he is going to come and get me and we will fly away in the TARDIS together. That is why I work out now a days, because when the Doctor comes there is going to be a lot of running, and I don't want to Weeping Angels, Daleks, Slitheen (from Rexacoricofalapitorian),  Cyber-men or the Silence to kill me. 

That is all I have for today. There are so many more things that I love, Wrap Pants, Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Community, Vincent Van Gogh, the list goes on and on, and I will talk about them on a later date, but I feel like I have gone on forever about just these five, and honestly I could go on for days. I love things, I love surrounding myself with things that make me happy, and who doesn't? The best way to keep our lives in balance is to be surrounded by beautiful things.

*If you decide to watch it, suffer through the first season, because 9 isn't my favorite and the monsters suck, but it is worth it to see 10 (Tennant) act. He is amazingly talented. 

What are some of your favorite things!?