4.29.10

BYU Graduation 2010
(It's crazy that I'm already done. I still feel like a freshman, except most of the freshmen I meet now bug the heck out of me and I can't help but think, "Man, I'm glad I'm not a freshman.")

Dad and me after Commencement. He graduated with a bachelors and masters in geology from BYU back in the day. I graduated in print journalism. 

BJ (the gimp) and me before Commencement. It's been a long time since physical science, huh?

After Commencement. I was gazing at the unicorns and rainbows of my future. 

Mom, me and Catherine after Convocation for the College of Fine Arts and Communications. I guess that's my real degree: BA in Communications. 

Yay, print kids! Jackie, Ashley, Adam, me, Joseph and Joshua. 
(Jackie and Joseph are both former copy chiefs, Ashley was a copy editor, Joshua was a news editor, I am the news editor, and Adam, well, he's cool too. ;o)

4.28.10

Oh, hello big-kid world. Aren't you looking scary.


I have more to post later. For now, I have to forward my mail, buy stamps, transcribe an interview, write an article, eat breakfast and lunch, find an umbrella, write three more thank you notes, and on and on. Life is good though. Good like a fried twinkie thrown away and replaced with a cupcake and some milk. Mmm, cake.

4.20.10

For Kelsey to show to Catherine. :o)

4.19.10

Thomas and I went to Monument Valley last weekend to visit Devon and Sarah and their boys. It was rad! These windmills are actually just in Spanish Fork, but we decided to stop before really starting the drive in order to take pictures. 

"You look like an Asian tourist." Thanks Navajo jewelry man. 

Thomas on the road from "Forest Gump."

Devon at Artist's Point.

It was a really short trip -- we got there on Friday night and left Sunday morning -- but it was so much fun. Thanks Sarah and Devon for letting us come and feeding us and showing us the sites. I love visiting Monument Valley because of the great people as well as the beautiful scenery.

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I took two finals today. I stopped caring about studying after about 5 minutes, thus my 80 and 82% scores reflect my effort. So I won't graduate with a 3.9 -- a 3.89 is pretty good too. And I'll round up of course, so I will graduate with a 3.9 ;o)

A dude passed by me today and our shoes matched. They're purple shoes, so I'm not sure if I felt more uncomfortable for him, because he was wearing girl shoes, or for me, because I was wearing boy shoes. But, like I said, they're purple. Purple's kind of a girl color.

Tomorrow I take my last final of my undergraduate degree. Have I started studying yet? Of course not. Studying is for the weak. ;o)

4.15.10 #2

For my final assignment in creative writing (English 218) I decided to write some more poetry, this time trying more rhyme. Here's one, which I think I alluded to before. The opening line is my favorite.

Puppy Love

“Eat my shorts,” I told him, with a swift kick to the shin.
I sniffled at the thought of what might’ve, could’ve been.
He seemed like such a nice boy when I met him last September.
His coat was brown — Red. Black? Well now I can’t remember.
He took me on a first date. We ate chicken on the dock.
We went down to the shore and walked and walked and walked.
I did not enjoy the sand that stuck in between my toes.
“Of shoes, of ships, of sealing wax.” I think that’s how it goes.
The second date was better; I talked of politics and food.
But I could hardly stomach his rendition of ‘Hey Jude.’
The third time we went out, I was late and he was ugly.
“Were you with your other boyfriend?” I answered him quite smugly:
“If I had been, would I be here now?” He stared at me and drooled.
His puppy eyes almost had me, but I surely had him fooled.
The fourth date was iffy; the Frisbee hit him in the face.
He howled in pain and whimpered, blood was not his favorite taste.
I wiped his wound as he tried to lick it with his tongue.
He tackled me and I screamed out, “OK mister, I am done!”
I stormed off the muddy field, pulling grass from who-knows-where.
I didn’t look to see if he followed — I really didn’t care.
I’d had enough of grass and Frisbees, I was done with that mangy mutt.
If my heart was open at the start, it now was tightly shut.
Six months it took to rid myself of that dirty, whiney kid.
“Eat my shorts,” I frankly told him, and I think he really did.

4.15.10

Observations:

Vacuums make my jaw clench up. The sound of them, that is.

Holding a reporter's notebook and a nice pen makes me feel powerful and important.

Finn from Glee is stinkin' adorable.



I am currently hiding out in my room, avoiding two people I really don't get along with. I hope they'll be gone soon. They make me anxious. (No, not my roommates or anyone I actually associate with regularly, if ever.)

I sold my scooter. :o( It's only sad because I really like my scooter and I haven't found a car yet. Getting rid of it, though, really has brought a lot of relief. So ...  :o)


And lastly, I LOVE spring weather. Love it.



P.S. Happy Birthday Mom! 

4.13.10

It sounds like I have a kazoo stuck in my throat. If I breathe just right, I can almost play "O Come All Ye Faithful" through the phlegm and other build-up in my esophagus.

This is why:

We had six minutes. Six minutes to get to the Creamery before it closed. Six minutes to get to the Creamery  in order to buy two gallons of milk and a half-gallon of ice cream. This was no drill. We had to do it. And we only had six minutes.

So we ran. Me in my jeans and button-up blouse, Sarah in her sweats and worn-out sneakers. Two and a half blocks in 40 degree weather, uphill. We made it just in time to hear the announcement that they were closing, but we still had time to "make our last selections" and check out. And we did.

Walking out of the sliding glass doors, we felt triumphant. Triumphant like soldiers who'd just survived a gruesome battle. We are more out of shape than we previously thought. Sarah's lungs hurt. My tongue felt like a stake was being driven through it and out the bottom of my mouth. Not a pleasant feeling, let me tell you. We walked home. I drank some milk. Sarah ate some ice cream. We conquered.

4.11.10

I went to a softball game, and sat five seats away from everyone else. 

I purposefully sat away from people. I go to sporting events to be alone. Ha ha. 

We won 6-5 in the bottom of the 7th. Gooooooooo Cougars!

4.6.10

Hey! Good news x2.
1) I have decided to intern at LDS Living Magazine this summer. No coffee runs (obviously), no being a gopher, just interviewing and writing and editing. Sweet.

2) I was offered the news editor position at The Daily Universe. It basically means I oversee all the other editors and have a lot of influence and get to take the brunt of the attacks people make on the newspaper. I know, right? Awesome! ;o) I'm pretty stoked.


Oh, I heard a few more songs today that took me back:

"High of 75" by Relient K --> Bagdad, Ariz. January 2005. Missing my Washington friends. Decorating my new room and feeling all rebellious with my "hard" music.

Ba ha ha. I forgot about this picture. Tyler Pacheco and me 2005

"Spit on a Stranger" by Nickel Creek --> Washington. Fall 2003. Walking to school after seminary with my sweet portable CD player.

"My Friends Over You" by New Found Glory --> Washington. Fall 2001. Driving to seminary with Thomas and Logan in the white Ford Taurus.


I thought this lyric was kinda funny.
"I got a man to stick it out and make a home from a rented house."
"Mushaboom" by Feist


Oh, hey, 180 years ago today The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was organized in Fayette, NY, restoring the gospel of Jesus Christ to the earth, along with the keys of the Priesthood and paving the way for other saving ordinances to be restored. I'm so grateful for the sacrifices of all the early saints, especially Joseph Smith. I know the church is true. I know Jesus Christ lives and is my Savior. I know the Book of Mormon is the word of God and contains the true gospel. The Holy Ghost has witnessed to me that these things are true. I know families can be eternal, which is a great comfort to me and at the same time, exciting! There's no one else I'd rather be with than my family for eternity.  God lives. I am His daughter. He hears my prayers and I feel His love through the many miracles, big and small, that occur everyday. We are so blessed to have the gospel on the earth today. It brings blessings and perspective and joy that cannot come from any other source.

Hear the words of the living prophet, Thomas S. Monson, and other of Christ's apostles and disciples that were spoken just his past weekend at General Conference.

4.3.10 #2

You know how you hear a song and it transports you back? Six months, two years, 10 years? It's so weird. Today I was flooded with memories as I put my iTunes on random and let my mind take me on a free trip to four states, countless places, and more people than I cared to remember. ;o)

"I'm a Terrible Person" by Rooney --> Washington. High school friends. Driving the Camry. 2003-04.
Catherine, Stevie, me and Carly. 2005.

Kingston young women and young men. 2005.

"Supermassive Black Hole" by Muse --> Colorado. Dr. Mario with Thomas in a tent. Thanksgiving 2008.

"Bye Bye Bye" by N'SYNC --> Washington. Stevie, Carly, stake dances. 2003.
me and kyle at a stake dance in 2005. ba ha!

"Jumpin' Jumpin" by Destiny's Child --> Washington. Driving on Bond Rd. with Kelsey. 2000.

"Good Day" by Click Five --> Colorado. Catering -- delivering to the rehab center. Summer 2006.

"Call and Answer" by Barenaked Ladies --> Kountry Korner gas station and Edmonds with Deon. 1998?


"Keep Fishin'" by Weezer --> Washington. Catherine and the Muppets on the computer. 2002.

"Dream Big" by Ryan Shupe and the Rubber Band -->Utah. Foxwood Apts and college. 2006.


"On my Own" by Vincent Vincent and the Villains --> Dallas. Rented condo. Mom and Cath. Summer 2009.



Oh, good memories. ;o)

4.3.10


You know who you are. 
love,
lizzy