Thursday, June 24, 2010


Current Stats.

currently, i am the following:

-sitting outside baby girl's classroom while she learns the joys of math.

-avoiding most people who look at me.

-really nervous to find out about tryouts [even though i have been assured i will
make it]

-missing alaska.

-happy that i've made some new friends!

-regretting eating that much french toast at magelby's...

-loving the fact i have a laptop

-feeling lonesome without jackie to talk to

-craving peanut butter

-rethinking the fact that i hate running, because i need to tone and fast.

-wondering where my $50 gift certificate to danceworks is, because i have to
buy dance clothes stat.

-hoping for mail, even though it's too soon for mexico.

-staring at the blank wall in front of me...

-kicking myself for leaving my phone charger at home. gah.

-wishing college turns out to be semi-affordable.

aaand that's me. for the moment.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

What's in a Name?

"what's in a name? that which we call a rose
by any other name would smell as sweet."

--shakespeare's romeo and juliet

yeah, i'm a total cheeser for shakespeare. and yet, this question puzzles me.
what IS in a name?
more specifically, my name.

my name originally wasn't supposed to be melissa.
it was supposed to be emma.
that was the plan, according to my mother.
we can all thank my father for naming me melissa.
the moment i was born, he just looked at me and said- her name's melissa.
sweet and simple.

the definition of my name tells me that it's greek for honeybee.
possibly that accounts for my sarcastic 'sting', if you will.
or maybe it means that secretly deep down somewhere,
i'm a huge softie.

but if we're going to question names, then we should do the same for nicknames.
and i surely have a lot of those.
some of those, however, are easier to explain.

a nickname given to me by my family, since i was small.
you may or may not believe it, but i was what you'd like to call a "total ham"
i was always smiling.
i told someone this, and they asked me
"are you sure it wasn't because of miley cyrus??"
are you kidding me?
she wasn't even born yet people. wake up.

other variations include melis-dawg or melis-like diddy
my middle school nicknames.
ahh....those were some good days.
my name was usually always followed by a shortened version of a sentence
courtesy of porter, kit, mitch, trent or hansen
my favorites being:
"hey melis can i borrow a piece of papes?"
"melis-dawg can i have some skits?"
usually in spanish class.
we can thank bryttan for melis-like diddy.
one word, one person.

"it's melioooosa, not meliosaaaa."
the most popular and widely known by far.
thanks to adam shelton sophomore year,
a typo was made on the audition list for
the ballroom company at my high school.
"meliosa?" was called
and no one stepped forward.
"melissa?" responded jeanne angrily,
looking at adam.
and from then on, all my new coaches knew me as was
they couldn't help but call me it
and so it stuck.
unfortunately, many people think this is actually my real name.
i think i broke a few freshmen hearts when they heard someone call me
but this, undoubtedly is my favorite nickname.
however accidental it may have been, i love it.

[pronounced 'goose']
variations include gus gus, goose, and gus.*
*[pronounced 'gus']
this one's tricky.
i'll have to diagram it out.
meliosa became me gusta,
during wayne's spanish phase
and soon became me gusta queso.
espanol for 'i like cheese.'
clever, since it sounds relatively close to my actual name.
and actually, i do like cheese.
me gusta queso shortened to just gus
[pronounced 'goose']
because that's how we roll in spanish.
heather began to call me gus gus
[pronounced 'goose goose']
leading to confusion, we were reminded of cinderella and the mice
jack and gus gus
[pronounced 'gus gus']
the inseperable duo were the best of friends;
this lead to me calling jensen jackie,
the female version of jack.
it's quite an evolution of sorts, you could say.
all thanks to adam shelton.

so what does this leave me with?
what is in a name?
my name?

this what i've decided.
i have multiple names, but they all add up to the same thing:


and oddly enough, that's good enough for me.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010


it's official. this is the greatest time of the year. reasons?

1. Grass

the best part of summer.
L o o o o o n g
earthy grass.

also, i might possibly be addicted to the smell of a freshly mown lawn and starter fluid.
and let's face it, it's just as green wherever you go and whichever side of it you're on.

2. sun
tell me one person who doesn't like the sun.
you put your stunna shades/haterblockerz/sunglasses on and relax
whether it's by the pool or on a crazy drive, everyone just loves getting sun.
it's nature's natural blanket.
it just feels nice.

3. stargazing
now, i may not be jensen and be able to actually find constellations and know what i'm looking at, but i do know that the world is beautiful.
looking up at the night sky on a summer night is one of the best feelings.
find a quiet spot away from the hustle and bustle of the city
preferably with tall grass
lay down.
you feel so small.
but that's the best part.
stargazing provides the best time to reflect on things going on in your life.
the perfect de-stresser.
sometimes we need to take a minute.

4. summer fruits
call me a picky eater. i'll tell you i'm the pickiest eater you'll ever meet.
i probably need another title, like...
'selective eater'.
or 'precautionary eater'.
but i love my summer fruits.
i'm addicted.

5. macey's

the challenge: the KONG KONE.
a provo native will understand the daunting nature of this task.
but perfectly paired with a hot summer day and salty french fries from wendy's*, you can't go wrong.

*best finished at a park, with ice cream dripping down your hand.

6. bare feet

i hate shoes.

summertime tells me it's okay.

"we don't like them either!" summer tells me. "we won't make you wear them!"

which is EXACTLY what i wanted to hear.
bare feet = freedom
(and, according to the sign, summer also thinks it's okay to break a few rules.)

i love summer.
the end.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Firstly, for Heather

I did it.
I finally have a blog.
First post? Check.
Stylin' background? Check.
Best friend to help me along the way? Check check check.
Thanks, Heather.
Now, I'm getting off Skype and going to bed.