Puking

So it's the day after Christmas, and I'm laying in my bed, bored to death. I thought I might as well type my thoughts on here since my family is asleep in the other room. I spent all today throwing up--talk about a fun Christmas break. Despite the fact I hate throwing up more than anything else in the world, I figure it's not that bad. I mean I haven't had the best eating habits recently and it's definitely showing. So I figure it's nature's way of saying, "LeeAnne let's face it, you've exceeded your fat intake this break, take it easy." I think that's totally fair. And the good news is I haven't technically thrown up in over twelve hours so we're doing good. Although I think death at this point would be kinder. I feel like my head is going to explode.

Despite the fact I now eat less than even the most dedicated of anorexics I seem to have enough energy to lounge around all day watching countless movies and finishing the book Twilight. Which brings me to my next thought. You know how there is such thing as taste aversion. I think I might have acquired a bit of reading aversion. I was car sick when I started reading that book yesterday and I finished today with a glorious explosion of vomit. I think I may have enjoyed the book a bit more under different circumstances; perhaps not having the puke taste in the back of my throat. Ah well, I still have the next two books.

Well I think this has been truly therapeutic we should do it again sometime. I need to switch my laundry so I can have something to wear for Becki's wedding tomorrow. Yes, yes I know--I'm too young to have friends getting married. No worries, I still act my age: no weddings in sight for me, well except Becki's, but I mean for me. Bye for now.

-L

It's Raining...No Snowing

I looked out the window and what did I see? Rain? no. Popcorn? no. SNOW. And a lot of it--scattered across the parking lot, sprinkled on the pool side, and draped over anything that can (and did) stand still over the course of last night--including that homeless man on the corner of 5th (this may or may not be a bit of an exaggeration).

I have graced the mountains of Utah for the majority of my life. And yet, i have never become acclimated to the evil that is snow...or basically any weather condition that falls below 50 degrees Fahrenheit.

Artistically speaking I think snow is quite pretty when it wants to be. Of course I'm excluding the times that the snow has fallen on the road, been plowed, covered in dirt, mud, grease, and car exhaust, scattered with garbage, and the end result looks what appears to be a creature from a sci-fi adventure film.

I believe the only snow I truly appreciate is the one part of the movie Fantasia, when the snow fairies traipse around the woodland sprinkling their bits of frost on anything that they encounter. I think I mainly appreciate this due to their immaculate figure skating skills. And since I've decided to be a figure skater when I grow up, it seems to make sense. (that's right friends, I'm going to be a figure skater, no I haven't really started yet, but Landon and I are going tonight, so I'll be a pro in no time).

As to my true hatred of the snow, it's really quite simple. Snow=cold snow=wet. There's really no need for explanations. I basically hate the outdoors when it begins the winter season, and since that season is now upon me, I hate it. It's like a ... oh I forget what it's called, but it's like "Why is the sky blue? Because it reflects the ocean. Why is the ocean blue? Because it's reflects the sky," You see what I mean.

Yes, I'm very bored as you can possibly tell, so I think this is enough for now. I'll no doubt talk to you later. Good day sir.

-L

I'm in the Library

I'm in the library. If you want to get really specific I'm in the Collaborative Learning Stations--sounds pretty important right? Well, no it's not, it's a bunch of computers. Yes they are collaborating, however am I learning? No, no I'm not. Should I be learning? Yes, yes I should. I have a physical science test tomorrow, well technically it's been all week, but the procrastinator inside of me has decided it would be best to wait for the last possible moment--basically to postpone the inevitable.

So lucky for me I'm a people watcher, as such I have the noble goal of, well...watching people. Basically this job entails of me sitting (or standing for that matter) and watching/listening to the people around me. I have become quite the expert of this job and I enjoy it immensely. Currently I am listening to two girls across from me, whom I could only assume are studying what appears to be the Book of Mormon--only at BYU.... My conclusion on this conversation is this: These girls are incredibly boring, talking of the proverbs of Solomon and the ideal wife (to name a few topics) and I might as well mention the girl on the right shouldn't wear her hair up, her ears stick out far too much for this to be allowable. I however am simply a person watcher, not the bearer of bad news, ere go, this comment will be left for you--please use it wisely--if your ears stick out from your head a ridiculous amount, please do us all a favor and let your hair down.

The girl to the right of me seems to have what appears to be a fairly inexpensive plastic box--which what I would gather from the evidence is that in said box lies art supplies or she is an avid fisherperson (PC). She seems very involved in the task she is doing on her computer--I leave it at that.

The man to the left of me is wearing a stunningly brilliant lime green polo--I ask, who would produce such a shirt? It appears as though Ralf Lauren is to blame. Interesting. This man is typing what appears to be an e-mail. To whom you may ask. you'll have to ask him. I wish I could say I have the abilities of Veronica Mars, but alas, this is one of my short falls--I simply observe.

In conclusion to my people watching I must say that is has in fact been a particularly boring day in the Collaborative learning Stations and that tomorrow perhaps I will try elsewhere for more interesting data. Of what you may ask? That is yet to be determined, but just know it will be life altering.

Well I'm off to see a man about a soul--AKA Bishop Davis

Until next time
-L

BYU Dentist Club

I can finally say that I am now an official member of the BYU Dentist Club! Well, if you want to get really technical I'm not a member at all. But I got to this meeting and I participate and I'm thinking to myself, why on earth would anyone want to do this? And then it hits me--well actually the speaker tells us: it's for the money. Surprise? Not at all. And yet we continue with this never-ending lecture. Slide after slide devoted to ugly, mishapened and miscolored, truly disturbing images of teeth. Again, I think to myself is the 110 foot boat really worth it? I am happy to say I have come to the conclusion that it is NOT. I think I might go into the art of thievery or possibly sell my body for money. I think either or these two fine professions could be more enjoyable than this fine career I have learned so much about for the past hour and seven minutes (and counting).

To conclude I would like to state the fact that I'm not condoning people who practice the art of teeth doctor I'm simply stating I don't think the dentistry road is the right one for me. As Robert Frost put it, "I chose the one less traveled, AKA non-dentistry, and that has made all the difference." Good luck all you future dentists--I will not be following you.

deepest regards and happy drilling,
-L

Gathering of Lamesters

Sunday Morning Activities:

Sitting round the clutter and mess of the living room all with laptops on laps and as the kids say "surfing the internet." Kendall and I don't really have a life so we stay on facebook hitting refresh every few minutes hoping to get something new. Becki follows closely our advise. The saddest part of it is the fact that we know we aren't getting any new comments, etc so we occasionally send each other. It's a sad and boring life at BC Sunday morning. Lucky for us church will be commencing in a little over three hours--just in time for the sun to set... I'm really looking forward to the spiritual enlightenment. WOW. (says Becki). Occasionally Kendall makes seagull noises come out of her computer and it makes people look at us like we're crazy. I think about now I'm going to take a cold shower (not for that reason) and get ready for the day.

boring lamester
-L

Searching for a boy in high school is like searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie.

Clueless could perhaps be the best 90s, teen, chick-flick movie in the world. What could be better than "sex-related dialogue and some teen use of alcohol and drugs," especially when done by a 15-year-old Beverly Hills high schooler. If you haven't seen this blessed movie--shame on you. This treasure of a movie teaches anyone how to behave in a day-to-day society.

I will now continue to quote only the best of lines:

• Can I remind you, it does not say RSVP on the Statue of Liberty!
• Well...I broke in my purple clogs.
• Do you prefer fashion victim or ensemble-y challenged?
• If I'm too good for him, then how come I'm not with him?
• As if!
• The PC term is hymenally challenged.
• Sometimes you have to show a little skin--which reminds boys of being naked--which makes them think of sex.
• If anything happens to my daughter, I have a 45 and a shovel--I doubt anyone will miss you.
• Under your tutelage she's exploring the mysterious world of bare-midriffs.
  

• -If it's a concussion you have to keep her conscious, ask her questions:
• -What's 7 x 7?
• -Stuff she knows!
  

• -I believe I remember Hamlet accurately?
• -Well I remember Mel Gibson accurately and he didn't say that...that Polonius guy did.

Moral of the story: go watch this movie, if you need me there just give me a call. Although considering I just watched it we might have to wait a day or two.

L

PS. I should be studying for my midterms, hmm...

Hey It's Thursday

So it's Thursday which kind of sucks, because nothing neat happens on Thursdays except for maybe The Office. However, on behalf of this uneventful mid-week day I thought I would bring attention to the new love of my life: my cool sharpie highlighter.

As a vehement reader of textbooks I am particularly drawn to highlighters as a source of...highlighting? Although the highlighter family extends it's colors throughout the span of the rainbow, I only truly appreciate the yellow ones: I guess you could call me a highlighter racist.

What I have found through my studying (of highlighters, not of classes), I have come to the conclusion that the small highlighter pens--which are basically the diameter of an actual pen--are amazingly the best things perhaps in the entire world. I had been used to the thick highlighters that, let's face it, make you want to throw up in your mouth. However, the thin highlighters have an ease and grace about them; they inspire me to want to read my textbooks.

I suggest you all go out and try it. If, however, you still find it hard to study (even with the incredible utensil in your hand), you may simply use it to draw many a colorful pictures. Enjoy!

May my next blog be more eventful.
-L

FHE--Fatal Human Error

Today is Monday, which translates in Momonland to FHE-family home evening if you will. I think FHE could be one of the worst ideas that was crated. If you have an actual family to home evening with that would be fine, however, I think it's quite ridiculous when we're forced into families. I suppose I just don't quite understand the importance of being forced to associate with people you wouldn't normally associate with. I figure hang out with whom you will and forget it. There's not even a chance of divorce or separation. So they're coming to my house which means there's cleaning to be done. That I doubt will happen.

Prison Break is on. I don't know how I feel about that. I should be typing my paper, since my studying will be disrupted when my "family" arrives. I have also ran out of food in my house, which doesn't really help my current feelings towards others. I should really purchase food--that would be nice.

PS. fish died--all of them---may they rest in peace. However, after Landon dissected them (and popped all their eyeballs out) I don't really know how well they're rested in their graves--which is the toilet.

Until next time
-L

Friday Night Lights (at my house)

It's Friday night, I'm bored. Dirty rap dance party...no go. I don't like mom's that come and I have to clean, I personally don't like that at all. It's raining, I was going to go running, but it's raining, someone failed to mention that to me. It should probably stop that.

So I would like to dedicate the rest of this post for my love of sarcasm. I think anyone who doesn't use sarcasm in day to day communication are truly missing out of the fundamentals of life. People who say that "sarcasm is the lowest form of wit" only says that because they can't come up with witty comments on their feet. The only reason we resort to sarcasm is because you are too stupid to really know we're using it to offend you. And if you do catch the hint of sarcasm then you still don't know how to respond. Hooray for this fine form of wit. May we all be sarcastic and love life!

PS. Avril, you win.

Day One

So this is my blog. Sometimes I write on it. I think it's good fun. Kendall set it up cause she's cool like that. So now I can talk about all of you and you can read it. I think it will be easier that way. Eventually, we won't even have to talk because you can just read my thoughts. And sometime in the near future the computer will start reading my thoughts and recording them and the world will implode...I'm pretty sure.

So I have fish--it's a long story--and they've been dying alot, which really isn't a good thing. However none of them died this morning, so that's always a good thing.

I'm now studying in the library and that's good fun, except for the fact that I'm not studying. Ah well, writing to my posterity is far more important.

PS. Greg has been gone exactly 3 months--that sucks.

L