Here's the story, of a lovely lady...

Saturday, September 27, 2008

So my friend Jack purchases edited movies (for an exorbitant amount) much to my delight. It allows my typically guilt-ridden mormon conscience to enjoy R rated films that I have longed to see, yet out of some probably dramatic concern for my salvation have not yet previously viewed.

Last night I watched Little Miss Sunshine. It was hilarious! You know those films that you just know you'll love, this was one of those. (Kind of like me purchasing Grey's Anatomy on DVD before I had ever seen it, or more recently Pushing Daisies (I know I'm gonna love it)). ANYHOW, little miss sunshine depicted what I like to think is the real American family. A completely dysfunctional, weird, slightly self-absorbed, set of individuals who don't necessarily get along even 10% of the time, but deep, deep down love each other and find this love in the most dire and hilarious of circumstances. Movies like these allow me to embrace the realization that my family is not exactly "normal," and savor the fact that we put the fun in dysfunctional. Now, I'm not saying that I have a grandpa who snorts heroin, or a suicidal uncle, nor have we ever transported a dead body in the trunk of our car but we definitely have quirks and I think we are better for it.

Besides, normal never won any Oscars.

I need another time, another town, another everything

Thursday, September 25, 2008

December sounds like a great month to move. I could pack up my crap, actually go home for christmas this year, and then start fresh somewhere in January. It's so cliche to want to start over in January with the new year and all, but hey, if it works... it works.

In other news, I've started an adult swimteam. It's not really a swimteam, because there aren't meets. But, it's swim practice with a coach everyday from 5:30-7 in the morning, so what would you call it? I'm pretty stoked about it. I'm excited to get back in shape and pretend like I'm hard core about swimming. The only downfall is it's noon and I'm exhausted. Perhaps, I'll go to bed... so much for studying.

I was gonna clean my room but then i got... my room is still messed up and i know why

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Sadly, it has been a week and I continue to have nothing to blog about. This could be for several reasons.

1. I don't watch the news, therefore I have no valid opinion on current events. Quite frankly, I'm tired of hearing about McCain and Obama and I forgot to file for my absentee ballot. Dang.

2. I'm not working this week. I took the week off so that I might study and finally get my health instructor certification. Somehow, I forgot that I am terrible at studying. You may think I am exaggerating, but no, my ability to graduate in 3 years was merely from information being fresh in my mind. I have never been good at studying and I am still not good at studying. Go figure.

3. In an effort to not feel bad about studying I alternate between looking for jobs that I would be qualified for if I just studied and got my certification, and staring at the blank blog page hoping for some inspiration with which to amuse you (my 3 faithful readers :)

4. Then when even those activities get dull, I just sit here and watch my roommate curl her hair (she's so pretty). Oh, and I discovered the show Pushing Daisies this week. It's my new favorite. It's so cheesy and sappy, but endearing at the same time. It's wholesome in a way that mocks it's wholesomeness (which is my favorite kind of wholesome).

5. I just felt like I needed a number 5. What kind of a list only has 4 reasons. Is that even a list?

Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

 Ha, this video is hilarious. Go Vote!

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Suddenly I see, this is what i wanna be

Monday, September 15, 2008

So Emily and I were having a conversation (if you can call messages over facebook a conversation) about *shocker* how much it sucks to be an adult. We were contemplating the fact that people constantly ask those of us who are single what we are doing with our lives, and they expect big answers. They expect us to be productive and successful and going places. Yet, to my knowledge married people don't get asked these questions. It's like getting married gets you off the hook. All of a sudden nobody expects you to be going places, and doing things to change the world for the better. You're married. That is going places and doing things. 

Oh, but I can hear you. Sure, Carla, being married is so great, instead of asking about jobs they ask you when you're having kids. SO WHAT!!!! Are you trying to say that making babies is hard. I don't buy it. Heck, it's enjoyable to boot. Which then leads me to the pregnancy state of being. Somebody asks me "Are you just trying to be a career server, or what?" Yes, yes of course my lifelong dream was to take orders from people detailing whether they want mushrooms in their pasta or a lime in their coke. However, they turn to my friend who is pregnant and does she get asked what she is doing with her life. No, she's pregnant.... Yeah, let that sink in. 

Since when did being pregnant become an active pursuit in life. I mean it effects your daily life and I'm not in any way trying to say that it is easy or shouldn't be respected and taken seriously. However, it is still an involuntary bodily process. It's not as though you have to take 10 hours each day and focus "grow baby, grow baby, grow (ha ha in my head that sounded like V-Ice singing go ninja, go ninja, go)."

So, I have decided that from now on when people ask what I'm doing with my life I'm gonna say "I'm metabolizing. Yeah, that's right, you heard me. I'm metabolizing." Crinkled foreheads, and questioning looks. "What you thought metabolizing wasn't something you do with your life... oh, are you sadly mistaken. See, because I'm focused I metabolize at twice the rate you do." Cynical looks. "Yeah, that's right, twice the rate."

If that doesn't work, I'm resorting to "I'm in the witness protection program, I can't give you any details, but they call me Carla."

If I lay here, If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world

Friday, September 12, 2008

I used to live in a house on a street off of a main road. In the kitchen of this house was a bar (cabinets extending into the middle of the kitchen) and a breakfast nook so to speak, or just a convenient place to put the table i guess. We had chairs around the table and stools next to the bar. This table was an ideal location for sprawling homework and books out in front of oneself because we still had the bar on which people could eat their meals. Also, next to the table was a large window overlooking the front yard, the gas station across the street, and the main road off to the left corner. 

I loved this window. We used to just sit and stare out the window. I can recall many profound conversations I had with over 14 different roommates while staring out this window. I can recall some remarkably delicious meals eaten right in front of this window. I can also recall many spying's on dates, neighbors, and other events out of this window. I can even recall the changing of seasons and all the emotions that follow. I have seen the beginning of fall, and leaves falling off the trees onto the front lawn. I have seen the collection of feet of fresh snow and then watching the snow ploughs driving up and down turning it into a mucky (muddy + yucky = mucky) mess. I have seen countless students walk by on their way to class with jackets in the morning and t-shirts in the afternoon as the weather warmed up again. 

If someone asked me one of my favorite places, surely the first words out of my mouth would not be "in front of a window, in a broken down, drafty, in need of repair barn shaped house located in the happening town of provo, utah." And yet...

I loved this spot. I love the memories that I have of this one spot, and I can't think of one spot in any of my previous or current residences that hold as much meaning to me. 

Am I crazy? Or do you have a window too...

Love was surely made for fools like me

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Love is complicated. I know that's not exactly some profound world shattering statement. We all know this. Yet it still interests me how complicated love can be despite billions of people inhabiting the earth, dealing with all types of relationships every day. I mean shouldn't somebody have a clue.

Some guys at work keep telling me about their relationship problems. One wants to marry a girl and she has all of a sudden become distant, giving crap excuses like she's not sure the spirit is telling her the same thing. I mean I'm all for involving Heavenly Father in major life decisions, but if you don't want to marry someone, man up and just say it. Another guy is dating a girl who wants to marry him, but he isn't sure. He says he's at the point where he doesn't mind seeing her and spending time with her, but it also isn't top on his list of things to do each day. That makes me sad. Is it so unrealistic to want a relationship in which the other person is excited to see you even after 6 months, a year, or 20?

Perhaps, it's the constant stream of Grey's Anatomy episodes on our apartment television, but I've come to a few conclusions about what I want in a relationship.

1. In the spirit of Grey's, I want someone who looks at me the way McDreamy looks at Meredith. I know that sounds absurd because it's a tv show, but in all reality he just always seems to convey sincere emotions when looking at her. It's concern when she's upset, and attentiveness when she's talking, and the overall I can't believe I'm with her kind of look.

2. I want a guy who talks about me the way President Hinckley talked about his wife. They weren't without their problems, and he often talked about needing to go for a walk around the block, but in the same breath he could say she was the girl of his dreams. He always had so much respect and appreciation for her. 

3. I read a book recently that restored my hope in romantic novels (after all the dribble that is twilight, i was seriously doubting (sorry to those who love twilight, i don't mean to offend... and i don't mean to go off on that book)). So my favorite conversation in this book isn't a particularly climatic one at all, but it just seemed more real than most books, in that it's not exactly the most eloquent, but it's sincere and tugs at the heart strings- in it's own way. So, the background is a boy talking to a girl, they're just friends, and he's explaining how he thinks of her.
      "I mean, if you gave some guy the assignment of creating a woman using as little material as possible but without cutting any corners, he'd make you."
"Why, that's so--- sweet?" But it was sweet. No one had ever told me my corners were uncut before.
"I don't know if it's sweet, but it's true. When you're around other women, they end up looking sprawling and overdone, like whoever made them got carried away."
"Went way overbudget," I said.
"Right. Although, the person who made you may have gotten a little extravagant with your face, but probably because he had some left over to spend."
"Economical guy that he was." I laughed. 

Anyhow, I guess I don't know what I mean by #3, other than I want to have real conversations that aren't out of a movie, but seem sweet to me and that's all that matters. Although on that note I do love on Grey's when Meredith tells Derek she loves him "in a really big, pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a boom box over my head kind of way"

So there you go, my ideals for a relationship. They don't seem awfully unrealistic to me, but who knows- maybe it would be easier if i rattled off a list with stats such as 6 ft 2 in, brown hair, blue eyes, college educated, loves the beach, etc. etc.

I'll just leave you with this thought from our good friend, the wise man Dr. Seuss: "You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams" 

One step at a time

My trip to Chicago got me out of the blogging habit, and then I came home and wrote a blog about my trip, but I was bored writing it... so I assumed you'd be bored reading it, and well I just haven't been struck with inspiration since. Like those cheesy shirts say "Life is good." My roommate Jo is back and I find that it's more entertaining for me to just talk to her, rather than blog about my issues- because feedback is nice and I'm all about instant gratification.

Anyhow, to help get the juices flowing again, I'm gonna share just a few of the activities that keep my simple mind entertained lately.

-Sitting in the broken and empty apartment hot tub writing letters to my friends on missions (I find that people are more willing to talk to a crazy girl sitting fully clothed in an empty hot tub... funny how that works. Hmmm, now I'm tempted to see how they would respond to a girl sitting in her swimsuit in an empty hot tub.)

-Swimming in a long-course pool. It's so much nicer than just a 25 yard pool.

-Buying ridiculous amounts of cereal. I can admit I have a serious problem, but with cereal going on sale for a dollar a box, I don't understand why more people don't have this problem.

-Milk tastings. For anyone who is unfamiliar, BYU creamery has many flavors of milk, so we had a taste testing to see which were the best. I stand by the good ol' classic: chocolate.

-Listening to cheesy new pop songs. Yeah, I'm talking about you David Archuleta, Colbie Calliat, and Jordin Sparks.

-Wal-mart shopping with Jo. Correction. Any shopping with Jo. Correction. All the shenanigans Jo and I get into, and boy do we get into them...

So, yeah, pretty dull, but it works for me.