"Did you say, 'Billy, I love you'?"

Enough! Enough with boring what readers I may have, and it is time to finally speak of something that (hopefully) will be an interesting and maybe a captivating read. Enough with boring! Consider it done!

Have you ever sat and realized all the stupid things you have done in your life? Probably not, because not everyone does all the stupid things I do. Ba ha-sad! But true!
Aside from the usual falling up/down flights of stairs, spilling on white shirts and losing stuff I was just holding 2 seconds ago, I do some pretty stupid and embarassing stuff. You should feel privileged that I care enough for my readers that I am willing to let you in on some of my blonde moments.
If you haven't noticed this by now, I write best in lists. Get used to it ;)
"Kelsie's 'Did I really just do that?!' List"
1. One time in the 8th grade I was reduced to tears because of my clumsiness. It had been raining all morning, and for some reason, me and my friends were later than usual getting to lunch. We took the usual shortcut which consists of running down a very steep hill instead of going down stairs. This is where the rain comes in. Kelsie failed to think of the consequences of rain+hill+running would entail. Yep, you guessed it. "GRACE" here, slipped and fell quite a few feet on her behind in the mud. And, it just so happens she was wearing khakis and a light pink sweater. I won't speak anymore on this humiliating day, you get the picture.

2.9th grade. Coincidentally, the same flight of stairs at NC that I had bypassed in #1. The bell after first hour had rang and like the herd of students, I was trying to make my way up the stairs while another huge herd were trying to make it down. I was holding my stupid baby for that home-ec class all the girls take because it's that or shop class. I vaguelly remember talking to someone when my right foot didn't clear the stair and I went down. When I say "down" I mean DOWN and down hard! I was carrying my books and my doll so my hands were full, resulting in a deep cut on the knuckle of my right birdie finger-of which the scar I still have to this day.

3. Sunshine Terrace - my old place of employment. It was around my year-mark in December when this happened. During the holidays we got a lot of youth groups and single adult groups coming to visit people so they wouldn't be so lonely. On this particular day, the floors had just been mopped. (WHY they are mopped during the day is BEYOND me). So I'm charting and I hear a call light go off. Turns out, it is at the end of one of the halls just recently mopped. But did kelsie go down the side of the hall that the room was on?! Nope! She goes on the opposite, walks down the side (holding onto the bars because the floor was wet) and has to cross the hallway. So she decides split-second to just try and take one GIANT step. Yet again a recipe for disaster: kelsie+wet floor+shoes with no traction+visitors. Yep I ended up doing an odd version of the splits, screaming as I go down and I hear my shoes do a huge squeak!!!! As much as I hate to admit it, I am guilty of looking around whenever I do something stupid. This particular time, I glance over to the resident's room across the hall from my destination, and a big group of single adults had been standing in the doorway. AWESOME.

4. Lee's marketplace-GNO. I was driving with Karlie and Oliver in the car, trying to turn left towards Logan. I had my blinker on.... waiting.....waiting....waiting..... and finally its clear both ways except for one stinking car. The driver of this car puts his right blinker on like he is going to pull into the parking lot that I'm pulling out of. Turns out, some people put their blinker on very very early and if it weren't for Dash's quick brakes, we would've been smashed!

5. O.F. parking lot around Halloween. It was the weekend and I had packed up my laundry and such and was pullling out of my apartment parking lot turning right. I was too busy watching for cars on my left to notice any cars on my rigth. Yeah- I didn't turn wide enough and clipped a PARKED car. Luckily, the only damage done was to Dash (my car) seriously that other car was a TANK!! It didn't even have a scratch!! So now I have been driving around with a dented door for almost a year. "What happened to your door?" "Um, yeah. I ran into a parked car." funny.

That is plenty of humiliating moments for now. As more happen I will consider blogging about them. I hope they entertained.
Aloha
ps. some are just too bad to tell.

"'Hang' is a verb, not a s-s-sandwich!"

"Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?" - Monty Python

Wow! I cannot believe that I have been done with classes for almost a month! And It's been even longer since I bored you to tears with my thoughts of nothingness, which brings me here. I don't think I can say it enough... I love summer!
For all of you that were confused at the "hope of a new job" with my last post, (I know my blog is SOO interesting and therefore my readers check daily to see if I posted recently. I also know that although my sarcasm is natural and very thick, it can be hard to tell when reading words off of a screen. I'm sure one day I will write something that will just hit the right note or light a spark for just ONE person, but until then I will continue plugging away about things that are of self-importance.)I had applied for job after job at hospitals all across our great state. All my hard work proved successful and I am now employed at the hospital (I have yet to start though..)and I am stoked for it!

Working in a nursing home for a year and a half (it may not seem like a lot-but trust me-it was) really wore on me. Kudos to those working in one. You will forever have my respect! Yes, I really enjoyed becoming friends with my co-workers and getting to know the residents and their families (Hey I even ended up doing my final paper in my English class on nursing homes=different story).

When I picked home-slice up from school on the last day, I could tell something was wrong because he wasn't talking. He started crying because it was the last day of school and he was really going to miss his teacher, "because he is so so nice!" When I later told Mom about it, she informed me that I (ME!) used to cry on the last day of school when I was in elementary too. Me! Cry because school was over! Can you imagine?!

I was on a roll.... and writers block sets in. I'm blogged out.
Aloha.

"Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?"

"And I always say, if it isn't Baroque, don't fix it!" - Beauty and the Beast
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING BLOG TALKS ALL ABOUT FEELLINGS.
I knew moving day would elicit a variety of feelings. Of course the most prominent feeling is one of pure FREEDOM. Yay for summer! With this feeling, I long for sunny, lazy days with lemonade and sleeping in. Oh how wonderful it will feel to have my first year over, out of old farm, and on to new adventures. Another strong feeling I feel is a mixture between melancholy and thoughtfulness. I've been packing away stuff constantly for a few weeks, and as my side of the room grew progressively more and more empty I realized it's over. My freshman year of college is over, and I will never get it, or the experiences I had back.
Yet this bittersweetness is kinda confusing. Yes, I am sad to see it end, and I will miss a lot of things, but I'm also very excited for summer, the possibility of a new job and new adventures next semester. I grew a lot as a person this past year, and even though I know I still have a lot to learn, I feel more confident and happy with myself as a person.
The thoughtfullness feeling comes when I think of what I will miss. I will miss the Keileigh-Kelsie gym appointments/nightly cereal, Wednesday dance parties, Chelsee-Kelsie movie nights and walks around logan/looking at houses. I'm also going to miss roommate park hopping and skookie nights.
I feel really ready to move when I think of what moving home means. I will get to see home-slice a lot more often, I will be able to help with the yard and such, plus free housing and food. Hopefully this summer will mean working and playing a ton, neither of which I have been able to do much of this year.
Overall though, I'm happy it's over and I will have a good 4 months of down-time before school again. Happy it's over, glad it happened.
Aloha

"And as I always say, 'If it isn't Baroque, don't fix it!'"

"Get the cheese, Buttercup!" = Master of Disguise

Yay! Summer is just around the corner! It is most definately my favorite season in Utah. I cannot wait!

Yay for lists! Here is a list of my favorite things about summer!
1. The sun
2. No more cumbersome layers!
3. Riding in the car with the windows down
4. No school
5. Flowers
6. Night games
7. Watermelon
8. Walks
9. Lemonade
10. Reading books for pleasure
11. Getting tan
12. Jumping on the tramp
13. Falling asleep in some shade
14. Popsicles
15. Bonfires
16. Running through the sprinklers
17. Homemade root beer
18. Washing the car
19. Water fights
20. Staying up late
And Wa La! There's my "I Love Summer" list.
Okay now an update on things in my life!

So for as long as I can remember, I have been a nail biter. Kinda weird, I know, but recently I have felt such self control because I now have white tips on every single finger! No more "hobbit hands" for me! (well, at least as long as I can keep it up).

My roommate Chels introduced our apartment to cake cookies! Delicious! You make cookies out of cake mix, 1/3 cup oil, 1/4 cup water, and 1 egg then just cook them "until their done" Chelsee says. Yum!
So me, Ches and Kei make cake cookies with funfetti cake batter (our fav!) and then frosted them with rainbow chip frosting and it was delicious. We mainly made them for our new B1 friends who we met at our dance party/spinning contest but we kept some for ourselves as well.

The D.I. is my all time favorite place to waste time. Me and Chels went in search of a VCR because we've been dying to watch our old VHS/Disney movies and we hit jackpot! We found a smallish tv for $5 and Pearl Harbor on VHS for 1.50$! How awesome are we?! Plus we spent a good amount of time testing the awesome vintage couches and chairs.

I desperately need a haircut! Call an intervention! It's to an awkward stage where its really grown out so it doesn't look good no matter what I do with it, plus I've noticed the signs that come when I need a haircut. 1. I pick at my split ends and 2. I end up pulling it back in a bun or a ponytail before the end of the day.

I ended finishing my 8 page paper in two days of hard hard work. I had to finally buckle down and get to work. But now, it is finished and I don't have to worry about it anymore (although the due date did get pushed back 2 days). AWESOME.

Aloha.
ps. Winter still has a tight grasp on the city of Logan. Will summer prevail and show its shining face? Ever?

"Get the cheese, Buttercup!"

So I started using movie quotes for my titles, and I never say anything about what movies they come from so I'll get everything up to speed.
"Never trust a pirate" - this one is pretty obvious - Pirates of the Caribbean
"It cost a fortune to fly that in from Norwegia" - A Cinderella Story
"Even the smallest person can change the course of the future" - this one seems obvious if you know what movie it's from - Lord of the Rings
"Look at Al Pacino. Never been married. Happy as a clam." - He's just not that into you.
"There's nothing exotic about being an American." - P.S. I Love You
From now on, I'll say the movie that I quoted in the next blog. For example, in my next blog I'll start with where "Get the cheese, Buttercup!" came from.

Anyways. I have a 10 page persuasive research paper due next Tuesday for my english 2010 class and about 2 paragraphs in I got writers block. I figured I'd update this to get my creative juices flowing.

Well........... it's not working. Signing off.
Aloha.

"There's nothing exotic about being an American."

Oh, the joys of college life.
Here I sit, watching a chick flick, eating mac and cheese and blogging away.
Granted I did overcook the noodles a wee bit. You'd think by now I'd be a pro :)

I thought last Saturday would be a good thing to blog about, it being something ordinary but unordinary at the same time. Me, Dad and Home-slice (Jacob) pulled out of the driveway around 8ish a.m. in Grandpas truck headed for H-town. My unofficial job being keeping Jacob satisfied and good music on.

Instead of stopping by Grandma's house we headed straight to the ranch. After Dad talked with some guys, we went to feed the horses. He had me on the flatbed trailer and was going to have Jacob drive the tractor, but thought better of that. So anyways he opened the gate and Jacob drove us in and I watched the horses walk out of the open gate instead of following us.
Dads theory: "Oh we'll go get them on the four wheeler when we're done."
Reality: He sends ME and JACOB on the four wheeler
again, Dads theory: "Once they see you coming, they'll come running."
Reality: Nope. Wrong. Very wrong.
I had thought maybe of grabbing a bucket of oats but figured since Dad didn't say anything about it then we probably didn't need it. I know what I'm doing right?

Ha! We ended up chasing 7 horses all aroung H-town for two hours. We only succeeded with the help of Grandpa and Dad. Go figure. Send the inexperienced 18 and 8 year old to do a job that two men can only do.

So anywho, after doing some yard work for Grandma all afternoon with Andrea, Dad suggested we go get the four wheeler from the ranch.
Andrea drove me up, made sure I started it, then pulled away.
I backed it up and followed after her. I had gone over one measley hill, glanced down to see my speed (45mph) to have the four wheeler die on me. Right in the middle of nowhere!
Unfortunately, Andrea hadn't seen it die on me so I put it in neutral and pushed it to the side of the road. I tried a few times to restart it, trying to remember what Matthew told me about the choke- to no avail.

40 minutes. It took over 40 minutes to walk back, and Dad and Jacob came in the truck when I was two blocks away from the house. Luckily only 3 cars passed and only one stopped. Ha! A man in a yellow SUV thing pulled over and said to me,
"Is that your four wheeler back there?"
Me: "Ha......... um yes."
Yellow car man: "I know I shouldn't offer a ride, but do you need help? I could send somebody."
Me: "Well, my dad should be on his way."
Yellow car man: "You sure?"
Me: "Ha, yeah thanks."

Awkward! Overall it was a long, long, long day.
Wish me luck for next time,
Aloha

Look at Al Pacino. Never been married. Happy as a clam.

I just Googled a picture of Sharks Cove to go along with my near death experience story. Just imagine us halfway down the picture on the far left trying to head to the open ocean (the far right). Aloha.