The Way I Am.

On Saturday Katie and I went to a concert (and IKEA, of course)...and left slightly poorer than we came. The concert was Ingrid Michaelson, who I knew well enough to know I would enjoy the concert. The two days because I really listened to her cd, and found about three songs to fall in love with.

To set the stage, it's a billion degrees outside...and about a billion and five in Katie's car (ha ha...). We park on the less sketcho side of the street and walked to the Avalon to stand in line. We realized that there were 20 people in line, 40 minutes left until the ticket said that the doors were open, and it was still so hot. So we went back to her car, drove to Wendy's and ordered water. We went back, got our same spot, and sat on the sidewalk. The first time on ants. It was nice to sit in the shade. Then at quarter 'til we decided to stand in line....there were more people in line that before but not enough to frustrate.

I had sort of forgotten how many weirdos there are out there. Concerts bring out the freaks, I'm telling you. The people behind us...well I'm sure two out of the four were in their thirties...the lady trying to pass for 24. Ridiculously high heels for a concert, too much lipstick, fake hair, fake tan, and trying-to-hard clothes. Anyways, I won't elaborate on every freak (yes, I do mean freak) that I saw.

At 7:15 they finally let us in...and there benches. Which was super nice. I mean, I love moshing as much as the next person, but a chill concert like Ingrid...you need to sit. Plus it was a gazillion degrees (okay maybe 90...at least). The fan blew warm air around the warm room...which was better than nothing. Then finally, finally, at 8:15 the opening guy came out. Groans....we just wanted Ingrid. But I'm serious, as soon as he started the piano, I was hooked. It was beautiful. I loved every song. Then, in the quickest between band change I think I've ever seen..she came out. I was impressed at the normalness that she possessed. She, and the other guy, Greg, had awesome stage personalities, and never tried to hard.

There is something about the music starting, the lights flashing, almost as if to mesmerize, and the bass resonating through your body that makes you forget you're super hot and sweaty, very annoyed with the public as a whole...your neck and back hurts....and I get lost in the music. And that's how it's always been.

Her voice is clear and crisp....so good live. I've never been to a girl concert (for lack of a better phrase) and I quite enjoyed it. Thank you much Katie!

I believe that is thirteen down, seven to go.

Crazy

Jarom, from work, told me about this gem of a blog. Here is a forward written on another blog:

A funny Mormon Princess blog

I’m not a sociologist or historian, and the only subject I know anything about is movies, so take this with a grain of salt. But it seems to me that this blog, Seriously So Blessed, is hilarious. It’s a near-perfect satire of a certain subculture of Mormon life in the Provo/SLC area: the 20-year-old life-long-Provo girls who marry newly returned missionaries and write blogs about their fabulous lives. If you’ve never been a Mormon living in Provo you might not fully appreciate the nuances of the character, so you’ll have to take my word for it that it’s funny.

Note: The blog has an irritating music player that begins playing irritating music the moment the page loads. So be ready for that. It’s irritating.

http://seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com/


For sanity purposes, I would read maybe two at a time. I think it's hilarious. And it's fake. But I can see it. I really can.


Read in small increments. It's a fake blog I'm pretty sure...but it's classic....


Gunslinger (Running Out of Time)

Among other reasons, I hate going to the mall because it's full of kids who are 15-16 with nothing better to do than dress like they're 18 and talk like they're stupid...along with flirting up a ridiculous storm, being obnoxious and loud, and think they are really cool because they could drive there..I don't even know why certain people act like they do.

"I like, totally, like love Ian. OH MY I love Ian. I would totally date him but like, I like never talk to him. But OH my can I talk to him? I LOVE him"

"I wasn't going to spray you. Quit freakin'..."

Those are a few examples. I feel embarrassed for them. I know, KNOW, I wasn't like that. I don't understand really how they think they are cool.

People are so weird. Stupid AND weird, actually. Let's just get that out there right now.

And, if someone could explain why this whole Supreme Court ruling that you're allowed to have guns is historical? I mean....it's always been a right you have the right to bear arms (it doesn't say not for or for defense specifically...) IN the Constitution. So...I don't understand the big shocker that...okay, actually, I take that back. I realize it's a shock that they actually agreed with the Constitution and conservative like values, BUT, I don't understand why it's so cool that now I have the right to have a gun.

Wait...I've always had that right...

(I mean, sure, you have to have a permit and such but...)


And after three years of driving, it's a safe bet to say that half the time I shift it into gear and Dave starts his "vrooom vrooom" to let me know the engine isn't on.

Hopeless.

Keeping the Blade.

The crime doesn't fit the punishment? Maybe someone should rape you and then you can decide what to do.

Though you're liberal mind (sorry, blanket statement) would probably say they can't control themselves because their parents were mean and their job is too hard and it was hot outside...maybe they were a bit drunk, a bit...well....you know. You actually deserved to be raped because you're white and rich and they've just had a hard life so they can have a year in prison because you know, death, well, that's just too intense for taking a little girl's innocence and normal mind set.

"Kennedy acknowledged that the decision had to come to terms with "the years of long anguish that must be endured by the victim of child rape."

Well bully for you, Justice Kennedy. I'm sure that's comforting.


I HATE what America is becoming.

We are meant to be so much better than this.

This blanket law (oh, wait, I remember...the Supreme Court isn't supposed to MAKE the laws) protects TWO people. That is ridiculous.

"Under Louisiana state law, criminals such as Kennedy, who rape
children under the age of 12, are sentenced to the death penalty.
Louisiana is one of five states with similar laws, justifying it with a
state Supreme Court decision that “short of first-degree murder, we
can think of no other non-homicide crime more deserving” the death
penalty."

Amen to that.

We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things.















I'm no environmentalist, but even I realize that sprinklers on at 2:00 pm on a 90 degree day is a waste of water. It does barely any good (and that good being misting the passer-bys). Come on BYU...let's be efficient. (That sometimes isn't a strong point....if I may summit that...)

Well not much has happened...I did turn the big one nine...(whoo...). The day was okay...the morning wasn't much better than most....seven hours of work is a lot to get used to...it was a bit boring and lonely but it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened. Then I went and voted, went home and visited with the family for a while. I got a sweet ipod car hookup (whatever they are called)...I'm pretty much excited. After I went home, feeling sleepy from the 5 hours of sleep or the really hot sun and took a short nap...only to be woken up by donuts from Kara (they were delicious). Then I got up and Dave and I went to Brick Oven for dinner and it was delicious. The best meal out I've had in a while. Then we went and got my free movie (we rented Fool's Gold. It wasn't the best, but it was funny enough). Then we watched it, had a fantastic cake made by Danielle (people from the ward came and sang; it was nice), and just relaxed. It was pretty awesome. And of course, no birthday would be complete without surprising Dave by shoving his donut all over his face.

(The spacing is weird...and I don't want to try too hard to fix it...)






Dave gave me new headphones...they are perfect and I'm sort of afraid of using them.








My yummy cake....thanks Danielle!



























They sound really good. Really really good.

The Call.

ENOUGH WITH THE DRUMMING!

I don't know if any of you have had the pleasure of someone playing the drums outside your window two nights in a row (not that this is the first time it's happened...). Let me tell you: it's annoying! I'm sorry I keep saying it...but I might be going insane. I know I can't be the only one who is annoyed...but you know what? I wouldn't be surprised if I was. Everyone swoons here. Sa-wooon. (Katie....: ) ). Actually, I know Glenn hates it too...but he isn't here at nights. I'm not usually either. I actually hear his voice outside. Ah well, flirting can sometime trump the annoyance.

I feel guilty having really nothing to do and not having to do anything. It's officially summer! WHOO.

Random interesting story: I recently emailed my American Heritage teacher about a couple of his lectures. He showed videos and said things that touched me deeply. I asked what kind of careers he can think of specifically that work to eliminate the economic disadvantages in our country. It was a vague question, and I hoped for a specific answer...such as Amanda, you should be _______. It would do the most good. I realize it would be impossible for him to say that. This was his reply:

Hi Amanda,

Thanks for your kind words and for posing such a great question! I think there are a variety of ways in which you can make a difference and a variety of careers that will allow you to influence the quality of our communities in a positive way. My advice would be to find the issue or set of issues that interests you most – the ones you feel most passionate about – and then pursue them. That may sound a little vague, but you should begin by finding the thing that interests you, then find ways to use those interests, talents, and abilities for the good of the community, state, or nation. Sometimes, the things we do seem small, but as I mentioned in the lecture, it’s those small things that add up to a big difference. For example, simply making the decision to be actively involved in community life – perhaps beginning at the local schools – can be a good start. If you’re especially concerned about economic disadvantage, perhaps that means taking special interest in the schools where students from the neediest backgrounds tend to be. Such schools often need all the help they can get. But again, that’s just one example – you should find the career that interests you most – whether it’s politics, math, science, or anything else – then actively work to use your education and your abilities to further the public goals you care about. And of course, there are other career paths, such as social work, teaching, etc., that are a direct form of public service. No matter what, don’t underestimate the difference one person can make!

I hope that’s not too vague or unhelpful. I’m happy to talk more about your specific interests if you’d like. Feel free to stop by my office at any time.

Best,

What a cool email! I mean I've never really talked to this man in my life and probably never will, but it seems really cool that a teacher would take the time to answer in such a way. I guess it is summer though. Anyways, this was one of the best classes I've had so far in college as far as being inspiring.

But now it's over...and I won't miss the readings, tests, and loooong lectures that much. :)


Ich bin hier, ich bin frei.

I'm reverting to my old final study habits which include, but are not limited to:

eating junk. (usually frosting is involved)
drinking a lot of water
facebooking (though it's useless) to avoid the inevitable. (ie studying)
spending time finding certain songs to listen to...and it's debatable if I should even listen to music

I only have two finals (technically three, and one is over with)...I don't know why it's so hard. It's not so bad....I just keep getting bored (hence the food, the drinking, the web activities...bleh...).

I object to finals at seven in the morning (German speaking, no less). I was very nervous for that as it drew nearer and nearer, but it wasn't too bad. I won't top Dave (I peaked at his score : 99!) Whoo! Five minutes went pretty fast and he asked pretty easy questions (well, I should hope so...it's 101).

Over all, I've really enjoyed this German experience. I'm not sure when but I will probably continue on with it. I liked the small class, the newness and the opportunity to expand my horizon. At times it was hard and the homework was long and frustrating, but you know what? It's a class for which I have something to show (not to mention the perfecting of English dative case). I also really enjoyed American Heritage. I learned so much, and was grateful that I felt vindicated from AP gov. (Post on patriotism to follow...probably around the 4th)

I also object to loud obnoxious people. Well too bad for me cause they surround me daily. Gahh!! SHUT UP! There is no need to laugh so loud, especially because your unattractive laugh will probably not beckon members of the opposite sex. I say again: contain yourself!

Well, I sufficiently postponed studying long enough.

Light Up The Sky

It is interesting how people change over the years...interesting how you change. I wonder why some people are only meant to be in our lives for a short time...and then somehow you end up completely on opposite sides of the spectrum. Which leads me back to thinking about why you're living the life you are.

I am a firm believer in parallel parking as close as the car in front of you as you can reasonably, safely, and smartly get. I had to park a block (yes a whole block) (that is sarcasm) away from my apartment (well, it is my fault I don't have a sticker yet) because there wasn't space on the street. Now, if all the cars were just scooted up a foot, there would probably be room for two cars. Let's not be lazy people...

I want to stay in Montecello for the rest of the summer, but I am quickly getting tired of the constant noise! People sit in the "fishbowl" and play the guitar (in the early morning and late night...), screech at the top of their lungs, yell, flirt, sing, play the drums....it gets really old. And yay, it's summer. And yay, we all live really close to members of the opposite sex. But meine gutte! Control yourself and be courteous!

In one week from today, it will be summer. Finals will be, hopefully, short and sweet. Then I will have, once again, hopefully, a four credit A boost to my GPA along with a decent, if not above decent American Heritage grade. I don't remember what it's like to schedule my life around four or five classes. I don't think that is a good thing, nor something I should get used to...but I do like having two classes. I would like to just have German...but...nein.
Dave and I hiked the Y two weekends ago to watch the sunset...these pictures don't capture the real beauty of a pink-orange-Utah sunset...but...you know.









Dear Boy

Except I will say this: I hate guys in classes who think they are so smart and then the other guys in the class who are like "yeah man you're so smart." Just because every class he makes five comments and has a computer and talks with 'authority' does not make him smart.

"What did you get on the test?"

"66%"

"Oh man that's so good."

I loved that I beat that "smart" guy by 27%. Then he acted like a war hero or something. "Oh man, it was soooo hard. Well, I don't know. I thought I would fail." (Well, you pretty much did)

And hey, hey, I've failed my fair share of tests this last year, so I'm not saying anything is bad about a 66% (oddly enough, my first test's score). Just you know, I'll take my score.

I find renewed empathy with the quote from Katie: "my favorite thing is beating [cocky] boys on tests"

And that's all.

Hoopes I did it again..

Just to prove I am so cool...and lack of a better post idea with time to kill before work, I was "double" tagged...so I'll do it again. :)

Where were you 10 years ago: 965 N Garden Dr.

Five things (that were) on my to-do list today:
1. Pay rent...
2. Work, and work again...
3. Deutschklasse...
4. Rent a movie for a German culture activity... " "

5. Pay utilities


Five snacks I enjoy
:
1. Pretzels with frosting
2. When I was younger, I will admit, I would eat spoonfuls of frosting or peanut butter. The PB thing disgusts me slightly now.
3. Oreos
4. Vanilla yogurt granola bars
5. Chips and salsa with cream cheese. Delicious!

What would I do if I were suddenly a billionaire: Buy lots of shoes, go skydiving and bungee jumping, you know, the normal dream "save, school, house, etc."

Four of my bad habits:
1. Whining occasionally (ha Suzy...that's a good one)
2. The tendency to freak out over small, insignificant problems. Or big ones. But I still freak out.

3. Picking at split ends (especially when I had long hair)

4. Biting my nails/cuticles...it goes through phases. I also bit the inside of my mouth sometimes...which is the weirdest thing. I don't know what satisfaction it brings. I also chew on pencils and things..


Five jobs that I have had: (none of these are paying....I only have had so many of those...)

1. OYC youth mayor

2. YW president, etc

3. YCL
4. Intern at a hospital
5. The guest book attendee at Blair and Heidi's wedding. Ha ha...

Five things people don't know about me:
1. I don't like big groups....five is pushing it
2. I used to play soccer, softball, basketball...you probably wouldn't guess it now
3. I used to play the violin
4. My grandpa calls me tootsie (or used to when I was younger)
5. I don't like the nickname "Mandy" (well some people may know that) (except from Alisa and Alison who I realized recently call me that...)

Ain't No Reason

Thanks Suz...

Where were you 10 years ago: I was nine...probably playing outside in the dirt or something, I have no idea what was happening. (Okay, correction. I was almost nine.) It was summer, so probably swimming and avoiding weeding....

Five things (that were) on my to-do list today:
1. Go to the temple....check
2. Work, and work again...check
3. Deutschklasse...check
4. Dave's soccer game...check
5. I don't know...do nothing (in the process of...)


Five snacks I enjoy
:
1. Wheat thins
2. Cereal/toast
3. Poptarts/granola bars
4. Yogurt
5. Candy...

What would I do if I were suddenly a billionaire: Move to Switzerland...among other things

Four of my bad habits:
1. I have a bad habit of checking facebook and blogs...when I shouldn't
2. Cracking my knuckles...fingers, neck, back, toes, other joints....much to the disgust of my mom and grandma...
3. Too much sarcasm...
4. I usually run late in the mornings because I pushed snooze at least two times, possibly four.

Five jobs that I have had:

1. Cleaned Alyssa's dad shop

2. Scera Park pools desk/concessions

3. Supersonic Full Service Employee
4. Cougar Creations attendant...
5. Babysitter or something sisterly related.

Five things people don't know about me:
1. Born and raised in Utah and have never been skiing or snowboarding. (I blame my parents...mostly :) )
2. I have never mowed a lawn (pathetic, I know. I blame my dad mostly) :).
3. Sometimes I scream like a man...so I guess the correct term is I yell like a man. Men don't scream, I suppose. And I make weird noises.
4. I wish I could play soccer really well. I also love being in water.
5. I've been to California once in my life.

Vindicated.

Take that American Heritage.

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