Blimey!

You have not experienced exactly how hilarious Harry Potter is, until you have read it with me and Kelly. Last night, Kelly was sitting down to re-read the sixth Harry Potter book in preparation for the movie which is coming out soon. I asked her to re-cap some of the events for me since it has been a while since I have read it myself, she did so, and then asked if she wanted me to have her read it out loud.

This is not a weird question for her to ask mind you, we've read books to each other before, and it's an experience worth trying.

For those of you who are dedicated story tellers, you know that a story isn't complete without an accent, hand motions and facial expressions. This is also true for when Kelly and I read to each other.

After reading a chapter a piece, Kelly suggested I get my copy so we could make the conversations in the book sound a bit more like actual conversations.

If you have never tried this, and face it, you probably haven't, you should. It is so funny. Or at least it is for us. Our accents kept changing, and we realized that every time we would read the part of Hagrid, he came out sounding like a redneck, we think he is one at heart.

Seriously though, Harry Potter has never been funnier.

You should come over for a reading! Bring your book, you can be Ron. :)

Sunshine in a bag

It's Father's Day!

And in the spirit of Father's Day, I called my....you guessed it, I called my Padre. Now, I don't know about your dad, but when I called mine, really all he wanted to do was talk about me. Weird, I know, but it's true.

He asked how I'm doing, what's new, how work is going, if I'm happy, things like that. Which of course made me think about it later, and made me realize that I am happy.

I work at a pretty crummy job, but I'm happy.
I am still in school and don't know how I'm going to pay for it, but I'm happy.
I am not dating anyone nor do I have any real prospects, but I'm happy.
My primary mode of transportation wears on my feet, but I'm happy.
My landlord finally fixed my kitchen faucet after a year of nagging, so of course I'm happy.
The sun shines through the rain storms, I'm happy.
The plant in the living room is miraculously still alive, I'm happy.
Everything is so green outside, I'm very happy.

And most importantly,

I can feel my Savior's love for me, I'm happy.
I know the Gospel is real, and true, and amazing, I'm happy.
I am so blessed, and fortunate to be where I am and surrounded by strong, amazing individuals, I am happy!

Sleep Much?

Why am I so tired?

For the last few weeks, I haven't been able to sleep completely through the night. I wake up every few hours for no good reason. Irritating.

Hypothetically Speaking...

You know how everyone says that if you want to meet people, you have to "put yourself out there"? Well, I finally did. And man, did it ever bite me in the blasted rear.

Okay, to preface this, I ride the bus home on days I'm too exhausted from work to walk home, and the guy that drives my bus is friendly and we've talked for a while, flirting back and forth and whatnot. So he recently asked me out, and I got up the nerve to actually give him my number the yesterday. Okay, so now we're all up to speed. Perfect.

In my mind, I am thinking, "Okay, he'll call me sometime next week, great". But no, not 15 minutes later, the guy calls me. Okay, whatever. So we chat for a little bit and then he goes.

I go back to doing whatever it was I was occupied with, but an hour later, he calls me again. This time he's on an actual break from work and can talk longer. We talk about a lot of things, movies, Utah, school, etc...then he mentions that he is divorced. Okay, I can handle that. He says they divorced because his wife cheated on him. He tells me he hates lies and people who lie. I ask if he and his wife had any kids, to which he replied to the negative.

Then my warning flag goes up a bit when he starts talking like we are in a relationship, and projecting things into the future. Not so bueno. On top of that, I look him up on Facebook (I love facebook right now) and see that he is still listed as "married". I find that really disconcerting, but don't mention it, assuming he just hadn't changed it since the divorce. Anyway, I make a hasty goodbye, and he says he'll call me tomorrow (aka today).

So I go out with my friend Megan to Color Me Mine, a pottery painting place. While I'm there, I kid you not, the guy calls me. Not once, not twice, but seven times! Seven times in the course of 2 hours! Weird, creepy, scary stuff! I relay the situation to Megan, and she advises me to run. I love Megan!

So I get home from my outing, and am talking to Kelly, and I mention his incessent calling, and his relationship status on facebook. She wants to check this guy out, so we look him up, and it turns out that Kelly and he have a mutual friend, so Kelly decides to ask her for information about him, unfortunately, her friend doesn't answer her phone. However, facebook did help us determine that this Gem of an individual is not only still married, but he has 3 kids. Yeah. I love Facebook.

I went to bed, determined never to speak to this guy again. I was awakened at 6:30 this morning by my phone ringing. It was him. I ignored the call and placed my phone somewhere I wouldn't be able to hear it go off.

Okay, as if this isn't creepy enough, when I eventually got up for the day, I checked my phone to see if Megan had left a message about when we're going to go to the Farmer's Market. To my horror (yes, horror) this guy had called 10 times and left me 4 text messages between 6:30 am and 10 am. Creepy creepy!

So I message him and tell him I don't feel good about this situation and asked that he please leave me alone. When he asked why, I confronted him about his being married and having kids (a fact he previously denied), he denied this again, but I stood my ground and he eventually cracked. Later in the day, Kelly's friend called her back and told her that this guy is crazy. He is a pathelogical liar, still married, with kids, and is just plain nuts. Wow...

Honestly? Why do guys think they can get away with things like that?

To sum up, here is what I have learned from this:

1. Don't give out your number (unrealistic, I know, but seriously...don't do it)

2. Trust your gut

3. Friends and Facebook are great resources

4. Stand up for yourself, your morals and your values and don't be afraid to call people on their crap.

Livin' it

I am really happy right now.
Things are really good.
I have great friends who are supportive, funny and strong in the Gospel, I am out of school for the summer, I get to do wild/crazy things, and it feels really good knowing what I want to do with my life.

I have struggled over the years with deciding what to focus on in school, and have had a myriad of majors that cover a wide gamut of areas. First I wanted to be a High School History teacher (thanks to all the great ones I had), then I wanted to be an Interior Designer, then an Architect, then a Business major, youth mentor, Linguist for the FBI, seriously, I have been all over the place with what I want to do! And I want to thank my friends and family who stuck beside me in all of my crazy dreams and interesting ambitions.

As luck would have it, I ended up going back to my second option, Interior Design. I absolutely love it, and am pleased as punch that my friends and family seek out my advice on how to improve their homes/apartments. It really means a lot to me that they trust me and will listen to me in this area.

Thanks guys!

Cans of Paint...and Cartoons

I did it, I am finally done!

With what, you may ask?

With painting my apartment. I am pleased to announce that my final project, painting my kitchen, is now complete. What was once a dull cream color is now an orange-yellow color called "Peach Marmalade". It looks a lot better than it sounds, I promise. After moving the kitchen table, refridgerator, microwave and bakers rack, the space really opened up. Next we put up some red cafe curtains, and I think it looks pretty great!

In the spirit of changing things and moving furniture, I also rearranged my bedroom, organized the drawers in the hall and the storage closet out back. I know, I do things like this a lot. But it's what I like to do, so I suppose it works.

On a completely unrelated note, I am watching "Fox and the Hound" right now, and I must say that it is one of the most depressing cartoons ever. Honestly, it makes me want to cry. And for anyone who knows me really well, I am not a crier, so that's kind of a big deal. But who cries during a cartoon? Thankfully, I was able to maintain my dignity and preserve my self respect, but only barely. Stupid cartoon. ;)

Drip, Drip, Drop

The weather in Utah is so unpredictable.
During the day it was bright and sunny, and now, there is a torrential downpour coupled with thunder and lightning. I love it!