Books Glorious Books

Books.  I love books.  Since I can remember I have had a love for stories.  I can't recall the first real book I read.  Most likely I can't remember because the written word is part of my very being.  Fairytales were probably some of the first stories I heard and they still influence my life today.  Often my father would come in at bed time to tell me a fairytale, and then I would fall asleep dreaming of giant beanstalks, talking wolves, and enchantments of all sorts.  I believe if I were to try and distill the pure essence of myself, a good portion of that would be made up of all the many stories and books that have influenced my life.  I cannot live without the written word.  To do so would cripple me just as surely as hacking off one of my limbs.  Reading is my outlet.  It is a way in which I can immerse myself in facets of life that I would otherwise not experience.  The written word gives me the ability to expand my vocabulary and in doing so give me more ability to express myself and my ideas.  Ideas that stem from the amount of written word that I consume.  This is why I love books.  They are such an integral part of who I am.  Sometimes I wonder if I truly am just words.  I wouldn't be the least surprised if I were to shed my skin and instead of bone, muscle, and sinew I found words.  All the many words that I have ever read, heard, or thought.  These words would be so tightly packed and interwoven that they themselves would make up my inner frame.  Who knows maybe I don't have muscles, but only cleverly intertwined masses of words that work together to create me.  If this were the case I probably have a whole arm woven entirely of Harry Potter.  My love for the written word is a part of what drives me as a human being and also the reason for this post.  I have taken the challenge of dedicating a blog post to a specific book that I am grateful for.  Those who know me, also know I would sooner pick a favorite star in the sky then pick a favorite book.  That being said there are MANY books that inspire me and here is one of my favorites.

The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale

A friend suggested the book to me in jr. high and from the moment I read it I fell in love.  I fell in love with the characters how they have such strength and yet learn to overcome their weaknesses.  I was drawn in by the way in which a forgotten fairytale which I knew was suddenly brought to life fuller and more magical then before.  The depth and realness of the setting astounded me.  To this day I annually go back and travel the road to Bayern with Ani.  I feel the hurt of her betrayal and marvel at the strength it took for her to overcome the trials set in her life.  Along her journey I continue to fall in love with everything within the story from the quiet forest boys to the dashing young gentleman who comes to her pasture.  I am so grateful for this story because it draws me in, takes me on a journey, and then leaves me listening to the wind for weeks to come.  Somedays I still listen with all my heart to the wind hoping that maybe one day it will speak to me and then just maybe it will bring with it the image of a golden-haired girl in a gorgeous green pasture surrounded by geese.  This is why this book inspires me because it still leaves me with the lingering sense of magic woven by the tale even days after the last page has turned.

Sorry for the extremely long post, but remember I love words.  And the amazingly awesome reason for this post besides my love of books is this fantabulous contest put on by the wonderful, creative, fantastical author Beth Revis.  And here is a link to the contest/her blog which is awesome to read. Seriously.  Awesome doesn't even begin to describe her. -win19

Fabulous Fall Break

I have been off school for an entire week and decided to pack it full with as many fun adventures as possible.  This is the first time I actually went somewhere for break and didn't spend my time doing nothing of significance.  So to begin the chronicling of my adventures.

It began last saturday by spending the day catching up with my old roommate and baking a ginormous, ugly, but delicious cupcake.  We frosted it too soon and so it started melting, despite its ugly duckling appearance it tasted great.

We added the straws to complete the ugliness

I spent sunday relaxing and monday running a bunch of errands before going to work.  Luckily I got out of work early and headed down to spend quality time with my brothers for the night.  Come Tuesday morning I packed up and headed south for a little road trip to good old St. George, UT.  The first thing I did when I got there was order myself a fabulous pina colada bubble tea.  What's bubble tea you ask? Why only the most fantastic drink ever! It is pretty much a slushy type drink with big tapioca balls/bubbles in the bottom and you drink it with a huge straw so that you get the bubbles.  It looks like this.

After my bubble tea stop I headed to my grandpa's.  He took me to see a intense game of pickleball.  Of which I had never heard of.  Apparently its very poplar especially with retired people.  Its kinda of like ping-pong but played on a tennis court with a larger ball.  Interesting to watch, but still no one could answer the pressing question of why the game was named after pickles.  The world may never know.  We had a delicious dinner out and then spent the night playing card games.

Wednesday I woke up extremely early and drove to Las Vegas to drop my grandpa off at the airport.  I then spent a wonderful day in Las Vegas with my mom.  Our adventures began by wandering the various hotels with a croissant in one hand and a diet pepsi in the other.  I hadn't seen most of the hotels and loved seeing all the artwork and various architecture.  We spent the morning browsing the hotels and then the shops.  We ate delicious chocolate from some place and it was a heavenly experience to be sure.  I also was able to see tons of amazing cakes!  Someday I plan on being an amazing cake decorator, the cupcake above is not to be used as evidence to the contrary.  After a quick lunch we took a lovely nap by the beautiful venetian pool.  Then we drove back to St. George to see The Little Mermaid.  This show was the whole reason for the road trip and it was fabulous! The entire production was superb and I loved every minute of it.  I even came away with a super awesome little mermaid cup that is now my prized possession.  Seriously though I think I ought to be a mermaid, before or after becoming an amazing cake decorator I am not to picky the timing of events.  Here are a few photos of my adventure.

Me in front of...I have no idea where I am actually

The amazing Bellagio ceiling of glass

The Bellagio had an area full of plants in autumn festive shapes.

These are horses if you can see them.

A cool water mill 

More of the beautiful plants.  At which time my camera decided 

to take an unpaid vacation because it hates me.  So no more cool Las Vegas pics.

Thursday morning it was sadly time to pack up and get home to Salt Lake City.  On my way out of town I of course stopped and got another bubble tea.  Have I mentioned how much I simply love bubble tea?  The trip home was uneventful and then it was off to teach my amazing ballet classes.  We started their christmas dance and I hope it turns out well.  My weekend since has consisted of chemistry demonstrations for elementary kids, relaxing, working and not much else. Also I have been totally in to doing creative things with my nails and these are the results.

These are my cool newspaper nails.  The words got a bit smudged.

This is my thumb, which I love the most because it says 

Goose Girl, which happens to be one of my favorite books.

It also says Ella from Ella Enchanted, another favorite.

And these are my current nails.  I tried out my awesome new

shatter nail polish. They look awesome.

Now I am off to bake some muffins for the upcoming week of school.

Cocoa Krispies and Chaos

Sometimes I amaze myself with how random I can be.  My thought process can be especially random particularly if my roommate decides to join in on the randomness.  My last bit of random was last night.  I was planning on getting to bed before 11 because I have class at 7:30 in the morning on Thursdays.  Yet last night I found myself sitting in bed at midnight discussing with my roommate how I could fill a swimming pool with cocoa rice krispies.  Yeah, talk about random.  This discussion was prompted by the fact that my new lotion that contains cocoa butter makes me smell like I went swimming in a pool of cocoa rice krispies.  So in case you were wondering or have a dire necessity to fill a pool with cereal today here are the facts.  I started with a pool that was 4meters x 3meters x 2meters.  Meters just made the calculations easier, and hey I am a science major.  I then found it would take 6,350 gallons of milk to completely fill the pool.  Then I found that it would take 8,255 boxes of cocoa rice krispies to fill the pool.  My roommate and I discussed the perfect cereal to milk ratio and determined it to be about 2 boxes of cereal to a gallon of milk.  So when all is said and done you will need 2,167 gallons of milk and 5,503 boxes of cereal.  This will only cost you about 42,000 dollars assuming you could find an empty pool.  The result of this madness is that I fully intend to one day fill a pool with cocoa rice krispies and swim in it (even if its a kiddie pool).  Consider it added to the bucket list.  You have now had a very small glimpse into the madness/randomness that I call my mind, in which I live everyday.

On a different note, my life is crazy hectic.  Downtime is a thing of the past, with the exception of my sunday nap.  I am only taking 16 credit hours of math and science classes.  I then use my ample amounts of free time working my job at the restaurant a minimum of 3 nights a week and teaching dance once a week.  I then try and squeeze only 5-6 hours of homework in each night I am not working.  So with all my extra time I am of course initiating world peace and ending world hunger, or in reality finding a spare moment here or there to watch a movie with my roommates or read for pleasure.  Remember how I was planning on becoming a self proclaimed hermit this semester. Ha! That was the understatement of the year.  Forget being a hermit,  I just dropped off the face of the planet and have no contact with the outside world.  Ok, maybe I exaggerate a little, but only a little.  Regardless, I am really enjoying my classes for the most part, though I could do without physics homework due on saturday morning.  All in all I plan to keep on enjoying my learning experience and also getting the most out of every spare moment I get to relax.  I am mildly surprised I even found the time to write in my blog.  So long, farewell, until we meet again.

You Know School is about to Start When...

Tomorrow I begin my third year at college.  I can't believe that I'm already a junior in college.  Where has the time gone?  It felt like yesterday that I was a junior in high school and now I have a brother who's a junior in high school and I'm in college.  Sometimes I still can't fathom it.  I have spent most of my summer studying like crazy and it paid off.  I passed OChem! Barely, but I passed.  Now I begin the next semester of OChem and I am determined to do better this semester.  That means I will pretty much spend from now until December studying, in case you never hear from me.  Nevermind that's a fact, you will never hear from me.  Despite this I am still kind of excited to start a new semester of school.  And so I am taking a few of my precious free moments to reflect upon school and what it means.  With school starting tomorrow I have noticed that you can always tell its that time of the year by certain signs.  Here are some that I've noticed.

You know school is about to start when...

1.  You can number the days of freedom left on one hand, and you begin to hear comments like "There is no way school starts in 4 days."  Or you can mentally calculate the your dwindling hours of summer.

2. Most of your remaining free time is spent running errands to every place imaginable.  Such as the mall, grocery store, atlantis, bookstore, campus, narnia, more clothing stores, walmart, etc. (I didn't really visit narnia or atlantis this week because if I had I wouldn't be worrying about school).

3. School supplies are stuffed in bags around the room.  My favorite part about school is the new supplies, not clothes, but pencils, pens, notebooks, and everything else.  I know I am a freak.

4. You have spent more time in a dressing room then your actual room.  This is an exaggeration, but then again one hour of clothing shopping feels like an eternity to me.

5.  You had to sell your soul, or another suitable payment in the form of limbs or first children, to pay for books/tuition/fees/whatever else they deem necessary for education.  Not the truth but close to it.  Still worth it though.

6.  Desks become piled with the ridiculously huge textbooks you just bought.

Yes, I am taking OChem II, Calculus III, and Physics

Hence the reason I have become a self proclaimed hermit

7.  You are regularly attacked by items falling out of your fridge and freezer.

You thought I was joking about being attacked. 

My daily routine includes an exciting game of fridge/freezer jenga. 

8.  Communication in regards to little things is non existent.  Hence our apartment has a bajillion bunches of bananas.

At least we will get our daily fruit intake

9. You realize you probably should figure out how to work your alarm clock again.  Hitting the snooze will come naturally so no need to refresh that particular habit.

10.  You get really excited for school while planning and preparing to get to all of your new classes and learn lots of new subjects.  Truthfully I am really excited for school and to learn new stuff.  This semester is going to be hard, but I will find a way to enjoy myself.  I do love to learns!

The Boy Who Lived...and The Girl Who Survived

This week marked an end to my childhood in a way.  I being the voracious reader that I am devour anything with printed word.  That being said The Harry Potter Series did not escape my attention.  I believe I picked the first book up at around age nine.  It was a lovely birthday present from my aunt who shares a love of all things books.  Since that fateful day,  The Boy Who Lived has been with me for the past 11 years. So pretty much my entire life, or so it seems.  I was able to quickly read the first three books and then from that time forth had to painstakingly wait for the next volume to come out.  In my anticipation for an amazing new book or movie I would always read the previous ones to make sure I forgot nothing.  Every summer I would find myself delving back into the world of wizardry just as anxious as the year before.  These books were a part of growing up for me, as well as many people my age.  This summer was no different from the past 11 summers, except that I know it might be awhile before I again visit Diagon alley, Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and all the other magical places.  This being the case my roommates and I felt that this experience needed the proper send off.  I personally reread all the books again, except sadly OChem got in the way of life and I am still finishing up the last book.  Once the books had been read we embarked upon the longest day ever devoted to The Boy Who Lived.  What did that entail you ask?  Just spending 21 hours in a dark theatre all day long watching ALL eight movies.  We arrived a little before 6 am in the dark hours of the morning after only 3 hours of sleep.  Once there the magic began.  Come 6:30am we were watching the scrawny boy find out he was a wizard.  By 12:30 that night we were anxiously preparing for The Chosen One to vanquish The Dark Lord.  It was so much fun being able to watch the entire story from start to finish.  I don't believe any other way would have satisfied saying goodbye to something that has for so long been a part of my life.  Is this truly goodbye?  No, but it will be a good while before I again pick up those novels.  So for now I say so long to The Boy Who Lived.

6 am and Posing with HP

Right before the 1st movie with my Awesome HP Loving Roommate

All 3 of us about halfway through (we changed T-shirts throughout the day)

Team Gryffindor!

3 am the next morning.  WE SURVIVED the 1178 mins.

And so marks the ending of an era, but not really, because as far as I am concerned Harry Potter will always be The Boy Who Lived and will continue to touch the lives of generations to come. 

Sizzlin' Summer

The title of this blog is a bit deceiving because until this week its been off and on chilly weather.  I do believe though that we have finally hit summer time heat.  Despite not always having sunshine I have managed to have an amazing summer full of fun.  It began with a week off of school during which I celebrated my awesome roommate Debbie's 21st birthday.  How did we celebrate?  It began with delicious homemade apple pie, spending the day dressing up, and then a night out on the town.  We ended the night by playing 21 of course.

The Delicious and Beautiful Apple Pie I made

My fabulous roommates (Birthday Girl on the Left) and 3 Candles for 21

Hannah did everyone's hair amazing.  

My roommates and I all dressed up 

We went to a restaurant that served non-alcoholic mocktails and they were awesome

My awesome winning hand in 21

Also monthly at our apartment we have what we deem as Dessert Nights.  We have one night a month where we invite all our awesome girl friends over, everyone brings fruit or something, and then we make fabulous dessert and play games.  The first time we made crepes, this month though we made dessert pizza complete with sugar cookie crust, cream cheese/cool whip topping, and fruit.

Most recently I threw my old roommate her bachlorette party.  She was late notifying people so it ended up just being her, debbie, and I.  It still turned out great though.  We took her out to dinner at her favorite place Costa Vida.  Then we took her mini-golfing and afterwards made ourselves sick on sugary pina coladas and strawberry daiquiris.  The best part was she had no idea what we were doing and we blind-folded her from place to place which was quite entertaining.

The beautiful bride to be with her first gift of the evening. Post-its!

When she moved out we put about a hundred post-it notes in her stuff,

she still finds them months later.

The blind-folded bride.  

Delicious Costa Vida

Mini-golfing. I managed two holes-in-one and Jessica got one as well,

which is good because she had to get a hole-in-one to get her next gift. 

Pina Coladas anyone?

And that has been my summer up to date.  It has also been a very long blog post, sorry about that, but this is really my only form of journaling right now.  Until the next big adventure...

Living on the Blue Side of Life

Sometimes I want to do something crazy and spontaneous just to challenge who I am as a person.  Nothing life altering, but something that makes people think and question it.  Usually though I am all talk and never action when it comes crazy and spontaneous.  Hence my problem, talking, which is the opposite of doing. Which is fine, because last time I checked I haven't changed my name to Hamlet.  For the first time though I did something crazy! What did I do you ask?  I dyed part of my hair bright teal blue.  This is a big deal.  Mainly because every time I've gotten my hair highlighted before I usually start hyperventilating and freaking out at the hairdresser.  Apparently I have an irrational fear of never being able to return to my natural hair color.  Which is stupid, I know.  Back to main point though is that this past week I dyed my hair blue.  In the process my awesome roommate also dyed her hands blue to match. Haha.   So here is picture documentation of my spontaneous process.

My beautiful brunette hair that I am so afraid of losing

The beginning 

Studying for OChem while I wait

My amazing roommate's hands

The main blue streak in my hair

Lots of Blue!

 And now I am living on the blue side of life, and its not much different from where I usually am.