Here are the top ten things running through my mind right now.
And my pajamas still don't match.
I have been making these for people over the past two days, and I've become slightly addicted in the process. It's just cinnamon and sugar, right? How strong of a pull is that?! I can resist, right???!? Sadly, no. But for the moment I am being forced to, because I used up all the cream of tartar...
How hard is it to hang clothes properly back onto the hanger after you finish trying them on? How, I ask you!! The amount of ridiculously lazy people I have to deal with on a daily basis amazes me. Almost as much as the amount of incredibly stupid people. They are a close second.
More importantly, Facebook stalking. It's not unhealthy. I'm not obsessed.
Disclaimer: NO. I am not getting married. And why is everyone so concerned about it anyway? I'm still a teenager for crying out loud. I'm still preoccupied with being selfish and Facebook stalking my current love interest.
But. Recently my friends and I have been talking about our wedding colors. This is one of mine, along with the classic black and white. I'm thinking silver accents. And I know, a Gryffindor with Slytherin wedding colors? Tragic. But I do
rather like them.
Why, oh why did Marlyn have to sneak away from work and buy Bajio without telling me? I had to spend my lunch in the break room eating two month old strawberry pop tarts and an orange pineapple drink. I did get to talk to Jess about boys, so that was fun. But Bajio, man!!! Ah. I want Mexican food terribly. Cravings....
From Mexico that NEVER COME. Although I guess I'm being silly, because there might not be any. Getting my hopes up I suppose. But also thinking about the letters I must answer that I received this week and the letters that I will send to those I haven't sent off yet. Boo. In one way, I love letters. But it also means someone is leaving. And to that, all I have to say is 'Booooooooo.'
On my ribcage. It hurrrts. And I know it's a spider bite because it looks funny and I researched it via the internet. Also, I killed the culprit earlier today. I would have found a picture of the spider that did it, but I just couldn't bring myself to search 'spiders' on Google images. My arachnophobia wouldn't let me.
I also don't know how my mind let me search 'feet' on Google images. But I do know that some people have some pretty ugly feet. Ugh. I hate feet. And I'm a dancer. I hate the things that make it possible for me to do the thing I love. Isn't that how it goes, though? Anyway, I was just thinking how much I'd like to have nice looking feet. But they are marred with dance wounds from years past and those yet to come. It will never happen.
And why I ever let myself cut it. Worst decision ever.
Tonight, whilst I sit here in my clashing pink T and blue basketball shorts,
I've decided it's time to give thanks.
what does that even mean?
According to Dictionary.com, the definition of 'thankful' is:
feeling or expressing gratitude; appreciative.
When you look at it like that, there are a lot of times where you feel thankful for something. Or you should. Often times, I am thankful for many things, but seldom do I ever express it. It is time to change that. Here are some things I would like to give thanks for.
[a.k.a. Heatherlynn Peterson]
I am so thankful for this girl. We actually met when we were very little through dance. Even though we don't remember each other. But she is absolutely amazing. I am thankful for:
-our late night heart to hearts in my drive way, which always leave me feeling so much better no matter how sour my mood was before.
-that noise she can make that no one else can! It's especially great when I lose her or vice versa. Comes in very handy.
-the fact that she will drive me places. Even when she doesn't have the gas to do it. And I feel like a huge schmuck every time I have to text the words "Baby gurrrrl, I need a favor...", but she does it without complaining.
-her opinion on anything. She is the most non judgemental person I know. Completely supportive and accepting of anything and everything you want to do, even if it seems impossible. She gives great advice and I am so thankful I have her to help me sort out lifes many problems.
-her knowledge. Whether it's about school or boys or life, she is brilliant. And you'd have to be brilliant for me to let you poke me with a needle. Even though I cried about it the whole time.
-this picture. Even though she hates it. :] Sorry baby gurrrrl. But it's possibly one of my favorites. I am so thankful that we have become such great friends and we can act like this together.
ALASKA [a.k.a. Eric Perry]
This kid is great. And I mean really great. Seven years of school together, three different schools and some great memories during the process. In the case of Eric, I am thankful for:
-"ALASKA!!!!!" This word will continue to put a smile on my face well into my sixties. Probably even longer than that. I'm also glad that no matter where I am (i.e. church, school, any public place) I will yell this out whenever I see anything that has to do with the state. Someday, I will go there.
-science class memories with Mrs. Moon, Mr. Gardner, and Ms. Bigney. And all those sarcasticly mean e-mails that were sent back and forth between 'hotdogzrock' and 'purpleeric'.
-the fact that we could talk about anything and everything. Anakin and her braid, when everyone on team practically hated my guts, boys, girls, life in general. He was more than just my partner. He was one of my best friends.
-memories like: right shoulders are mortal enemies!! BOOOOOOOOO!!!! our swan open costume, every dysfunctional lesson we ever had ever, that time he almost ran me into the mirror on purpose, when we were tied together, and giving him his moustache when he was Zorro.
-learning that you don't have to win to feel like a winner. I can't count the number of times we didn't place. But that didn't matter. We always left the dance floor knowing we tried and danced our best, and we had fun while doing it. It didn't matter to us that we weren't the best. What mattered is that we had the Best Standard Partnership Ever. And to me, that is most definetely something to be thankful for.
JACKIE [a.k.a. Jensen Astle]
So. Much. Fun. I love this girl. Even though 'she's not that great.'
There are a lot of things I am thankful for when it comes to Jackie.
-Ms. Adams english class. I don't think I would have had the motivation to go unless it was for Jensen. She convinced Ms. Adams I was either pregnant or had cancer. Pretty sure she believed both at one point. And she B.S'd the entire personal narrative. And got away with it.
-the fact that we can talk about ANYTHING. And when I say that, I mean it.
-sharing important moments in our lives. School, work, dance. We love to be able to share these important things with each other and have them mean something to one another.
-the fact that she'll call me and tell me that she signed me up for orientation with her. Just so we didn't have to do college alone.
-waking up to picture messages that are both random and hilarious. Today's, for instance? A picture in a coloring book of Jack and Gus Gus.
-how much I missed her when she went to California. It's true that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I'm also thankful for the fact that we called each other practically every day, and the shenanigans continued even though she was gone. How DO dinosaurs make babies?!?
-her and I becoming the friends that we are today. I didn't think Jensen and I would ever be this close. Sometimes our personalities clash. But I'm so glad that we are great friends. I love having her in my life and I am thankful for everything she means to me.
[a.k.a. James Bounous]
Sigh. Yes. As much as I hate to admit it, I am indeed thankful for this kid. Deep, deep deeeeeep down. And for those of you who know me, you know just how much I hate to admit it. But there are reasons for this:
-the fact that he what I consider one of my best guy friends. Even when he yells at me to make him a sandwich. Which I refuse to ever do.
-his constant ability to make me laugh. Even when I don't want to. And continue to laugh until I snort. And then he keeps going.
-texting conversations from way back when, when I first met him.
-the fact that he is always such a gentleman. Having grown up with all sisters, he definetely knows a thing or two about girls and how to treat them. Although I still don't know where he picked up the sandwich thing.
-he's always telling me to calm down. Sometimes we are such polar opposites that we just don't get what the other person is saying. And I have been told many times, especially by him, that I'm an angry person. But in an odd way, I'm thankful for that. It makes me realize when I'm overreacting and just being dramatic. Still doesn't stop me from hitting him, though.
-his talent. He is definetely a jack of all trades when it comes to performing, and I've always been amazed with anything he does.
-our sarcastic relationship. I don't think I've ever been a meaner person to someone I actually like. I'm incredibly rude to him 90% of the time. But that's fine, because he's rude right back. Between the fat pictures of me and unflattering ones he's put on Facebook, all the times he's told me to peel him a grape, and me telling him I hate him, you would never be able to tell that I care about this kid a lot. He certainly wouldn't be able to. And I am most definetely thankful for that.
-all the time I've gotten to spend with him. I'm so thankful for this, because two years is a long time, and so much can change. He is honestly one person I am so glad I met, because my life would definetely not be the same without him. Russia better not destroy him. That's my job.
BENNETT [a.k.a. Nicole Evensen]
There are so many things to be thankful for with Nicole. We met my junior year on ballroom, and became the best of friends. Even through all the crap that I put her through, somehow we've still managed to keep that friendship. Since I know you're stalking my blog right now, Nicole, I'm thankful for:
-late night ventings in Kronk. There were so many times I probably would have exploded internally if it weren't for you.
-the fact that you, like Heather, will drive me anywhere I need to go. That is something you shouldn't have to do, but you do it anyway. And I am so thankful for that. Someday soon, it will be me driving you everywhere your heart desires.
-this picture of us, because it describes our exact relationship. Also that time where we took a million and fifty pictures of us on your Macbook, because those are and will always be priceless.
-your amazing talent as a dancer. Watching you dance and practice with Zach shows a level of dedication and committment most only dream of. It's inspiring to me, if I ever get a partner of my own.
-the fact that you and Ryan have finally worked everything out, and you've found someone you truly care about. I'm thankful for that because if there was ever anyone who deserved to be happy, it's you.
-late night food/Wal-mart/E-6000 runs.
-the fact that we can talk about basically nonsense and yet it is still important somehow.
-all the times you came and rescued me from my house when things started to fall apart. You will never know how truly thankful I am for those times. You were something strong to lean on when everything else around me was falling it felt like. And you never once complained even though I know I'm a pain to live with and I have a huge attitude. You let me sleep on your floor and use your things and for that, and your friendship, I am eternally grateful.
-even though you and I have had some pretty bad falling outs, we've still managed to be friends. I'm so thankful for that, because you are honestly one of the most important people in my life right now. And I'm thankful that you stalk my blog because it means you care. :] You too, Heather.
There are so many other people that I am thankful for:
Collin: for always being there for me to talk to, although it's gotten terribly difficult with him in Mexico, and for opening some of the doors for me on my path to joining the church. I am so thankful for him.
The Wakefields: because without them I wouldn't have found my passion for ballroom dance and I most definetely would have lost my mind my senior year of high school. They are two people I am so fortunate to have become close to in my life.
Nanette: for being the friend that I don't talk to very often and don't see as much, but I still love with all my heart. She is great to talk to about ANYTHING, and I regret not becoming better friends with her sooner. I am thankful we have become friends now.
My family: because if it wasn't for them, people would REALLY think I'm crazy. And besides, no matter how much we have to go through, we can all deal with it together, and I'm thankful for that. No one should have to go it alone.
Nate Warner: without whom, I would not have graduated high school. I am immensely thankful for this man. Even though I now owe him- cupcakes for life, invitations to my baptism and wedding, and my first born child.
My Sears family: they make life at work bearable. E'lyse(for being such an amazing woman), Joe(my human punching bag), Bentley(provides hours of entertainment and beard-mocking opportunities), Mitchell (when he was there),Kayla (because she is the coolest boss EVER.), Jessica (because we can dish about life, love and everything in between and I love her!) and everyone else there who isn't annoying or an escaped convict.
All the friends I haven't mentioned: for being the most amazing people I could know.
All the friends I haven't met yet: for being out there waiting for me.
There are so many things to be thankful for in life. These are just a few people that I feel deserve to be recognized.
that's me, party of one.
and oh geez, do i love pizza. and what with little ceasars right up the street, you can't help but eat it all the time. silly goose.
i'm probably going to gain like fifty pounds from all this pizza.
so i'm just stalking blogs, a hobby i've taken up from my good friend heather (baby gurrrrrrrrl, hey i know you're reading this.) probably one of the only ones besides jackie and bennett. and by the way, i love how we all have these ridiculous nicknames. it makes me feel so good about life. i've actually taken to introducing myself as: 'melissa, but you can call me whatever you want', because i can't remember my actual name sometimes. anyway, huge tangent. BUT. i was blog stalking and realized i hadn't posted in a while. so sorry if i angered your blog demons.
life has been absolutely wonderful lately. i made the tour team for UVU ballroom, and it's so great. i love all the people i've gotten to know so far, and i'm not a complete loser as far as standard medley goes, thank goodness! and it's always great when you throw old emotions into the mix...gah. and it's not that i still like him or anything it's just that it's weird to go to practice every day and greet the guy you first kissed bright and early. suuuuper. and i'm going to russia. me. miss never-been-further-east-than-vernal-and-further-west-than-california is leaving the country. i shall bring back many gifts, and according to brittney lose at least five pounds for being such a picky eater. bahaha.
i miss alaska terribly. more and more each day i go to practice and dance with others. don't get me wrong, they are AMAZING. like, legit i'm in awe at some of the talent i get to share the floor with each morning. but they've all got partners. and then there's me. the partnerless wonder. and team alaska was just so great. we had fun and loved standard. but man, i miss my partner. and i feel like a creeper just going up to random guys and being like: hey, you dance good. dance with me? it's like asking a guy out. sometimes i seriously think ballroom partnerships are a little bit like a marriage. some want to committ, some want to just take it easy, some aren't even sure what they want. and if things don't work out, then it's the other person's fault and you're probably thinking about dropping them for casey treu anyhow. but i just gotta find me a partner. oh and i figured out exactly how i want to alter my dress into a new dress for smooth, when i finally find a partner, and so now i just need to sketch it out. so stoked. then i'll just make my standard dream dress, and if i ever end up competing latin, we'll figure it out.
whilst i was eating my pizza and typing away, i forgot i had taken out the ice cream to soften and it got a little bit melty. so now i will be having a mint chocolate chip shake, rather than the bowl of ice cream i intended. oh well. ice cream is ice cream. i think i could probably live off of it, no lie. jackie, why don't you work at coldstone anymore? because i could really do a coffee lovers only right now for half off. geez bananas.
oh i went to the post office to get my passport in order today, and i now fully comprehend the phrase 'GOING POSTAL'. the guy at the passport office was such a grouch i wanted to ask him what he was thinking when he signed up for a job that required him to be personable. believe me, if the next passport office wasn't clear the heck out in orem, i would have gone somewhere else, because the guy pissed me off that bad. he was a psycho. bah. people.
people in general just make me want to harm something sometimes. is that too harsh? should i PG that up? i mean.....sometimes i just want them to shut up. my favorite is stupid customers at sears. gosh i love my job. mostly because i'm a creep and love to people watch. ask bennett. but they'll ask questions that are so stupid. or get really defensive when i ask them questions. it's like, look lady, this is my job. and i'm just trying to do you a favor and save you some money. i ask everyone the same questions, don't take it personally, i'm not just 'trying to ruin your day', despite the fact that i think your attitude is bigger than your hair. (believe it or not i've actually said that to someone. i have a small temper) i need to remember that there are the thoughts that i think, and the thoughts that i say. and sometimes i confuse which is which. which could possibly be detrimental to my life.
ugh. robert pattinson is on jay leno right now. he's so gross. seriously, edward has a hairy chest? did we learn NOTHING from the books, twilight directors. geez. i would sit through a six hour movie of a book just to see it done to a t. mostly HARRY POTTER. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! i stalk fandango every day just to see if tickets for deathly hallows are on sale yet. and yes, i am one of the nerds that goes at three in the afternoon to wait for a midnight movie, clad in gryffindor gold and maroon with my wand, hatin' on the slytherins. there's just something about loving a book so much and getting into it that makes me feel positively giddy. i love love it. speaking of which, i need to pay my library fines, because i'm in dire need of new material to read. i keep re-reading HP and my books need a break. pages are falling out and whatnot.
argh......and the stupid song my one true love by the decemberists just came on, and it's all 'mr. postman, do you have a letter for me?' :[ and the answer is NO. the postman does not have any mail from me, not even junk mail. and especially not mail from MEXICO, you silly girl. how dare you think you would be getting mail. argh. only five months. really? i mean, really? that's a little ridiculous. during that time i've done SO much, and i feel like it's got to be at least twice that. hmph. i'm so impatient. and james leaves pretty soon, and the cycle just continues. although when he leaves i won't have to worry about pictures that have been altered so i look four hundred pounds heavier showing up unannounced on my facebook page. gah. that boy will pay dearly for those some day.
my hair needs to grow NOW. i completely regret cutting it. bah. and now i look like a boy and just want to walk around with a bag over my head becaue i feel positively dreadful. people say it's not that bad. i think they're all lying, because i truly hate it. i've cried over this haircut so much. and maybe i am being melodramatic. personally, i don't care, because i'm the one who has to deal with it! argh. i keep trying to think positive, but it's so hard. it just needs to grow out now.....boo......
just realized that i've been talking about basically nothing for like, half an hour. to myself, mostly. that's healthy, right? i surely hope so. maybe i should leave myself a little memo of things i need to remember to do this weekend:
remember you have work tomorrow night.
also remember to wash your pants.
make heather's bracelet.
and britt wants you to go to colorado.
you should probably blog.
and remember to do your sit ups, you out of shape has been.