Sunday, September 02, 2007

Mission update!

Life is finally taking an upward turn. After the trauma and drama of the past few weeks, I was feeling emotionally exhausted and spiritually drained. As you already know, my mission call came, and I've been doing everything involved with that ever since. Shopping for drab, less than fashionable clothes is making my soul hurt. But I'd rather feel drab then have things thrown at me in Armenia.

I feel so wonderful right now! I'm finally back on my feet enough to be able to say, with more than a little surety, that I am in a position to help others. Nothing can shake me now. I've got the Lord on my side. I've got a few more kinks to work out before I leave, but other than that I am really, really good.

Saturday, September 01, 2007


Hey everyone! Just writing to say that I have been called to serve in the Armenia Yerevan mission, speaking Armenian. It looks squiggly. I have NO IDEA what it sounds like. I am terrified. But excited. Today, I got my Visa application. My VISA!!!

That is all. More later.

I go into the MTC on September 19th.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

News update

Newest news:

STOOPH IS AWAKE AND (ALMOST) TALKING!!! It's a freaking miracle. I can't even handle it.

My mom is now employing me in her third grade classroom, which basically means that I get paid to help 3rd graders glue things.

My mission call still hasn't come yet.

That is all.

I will get witty soon, I promise.

Monday, August 20, 2007

An update

Okay, so I know it's been a while, but I've been busy. So let me just give you an update.

My roomate stooph had an emergency medical condition, which resulted in a liver transplant. All in all, it was a miracle that she's even alive. I can't even begin to start thanking those that supported her family and friends during that time.

I moved home. Which means I'm lacking space for my stuff. But oh well.

My mission call got sent to Provo the day after I left. Which is FANTASTIC, because it still hasn't made it into my welcoming, outstretched hands. I do know that I enter the MTC sometime in september, though.

I'm trying to find temporary work, which is proving difficult and frustrating. But I need work, seeing as I have some debts to pay off.

That is all. Alot has happened, and I'm just glad I'm on the far side of calamity.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

I'd just like to point out that I have a really bad bloody nose.

I HATE bloody noses.

I'm sure I look very approachable and professional.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Showers just put me back to sleep

Well, here I am at work again... I suppose it is a source of comfort that I only have 6 more days of work until I'm GONE!!! And only 9 days until I head home to California. I'm really excited, I love California, and I can't wait to get out of this desert! It's hot and dry all the time here, and in California it's moist and wonderful.

I dropped Pablo off at the airport yesterday, after a delicious meal at The Olive Garden, and I forget how much I miss him. He's one of the few guys that I can truly be myself around, and he thinks it's great. I'm going to miss him. Le tear.

I hope my call comes before I leave for California. I'm starting to get anxious about it.

Other than that, nothing really to report.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Suck on THAT!!

It's official... after taking multiple Harry Potter Sorting tests, my house has switched from Slytherin to Ravenclaw!! WOOT!!! I am now less manipulative and more intelligent.

When my nails are long I stroke them absentmindedly

It has indeed been a while, but I've had the Harry Potter books and some good friends to help pass the time.

My friend Pablo was here this weekend, which was fabulous - when he's gone, I have very few male friends that I'm as comfortable around. We saw Transformers, which was fantastic and wonderful, and The Bourne Ultimatum, which was what REALLY does it for me. Spy movies are ambrosia to my brain!!!

Last night, my friend Will demonstrated his fantastic talent at creating balloon animals. He made a fish with googly eyes attached to a fishing pole, a dragon with a face resembling Pete's Dragon, which is indeed adorable, a princess crown, a sword, a penguin, a flamingo, an octopus wearing a bowtie, and other such goodies. It was really fun, and I have to say, a quite impressive talent.

When I came into work this morning, someone had jammed the copy machine over the weekend, and it was a random rediculous jam that took me and the other secretary over an hour to figure out. But alas, our superior brain function (to quote Doc Oc) proved to be too much for the inferior creation, and the copies were made.

Other than that, not much news - nothing about the mish yet, anyway, which is what I'm waiting for. Just 5 more days of school/work until I have my 18 month hiatus! Woot!!!

Anyway, I finished the 4th Harry Potter book yesterday, and I forgot how Cedric's death breaks my heart. It is such an unnecessary death - I mean, from a literary standpoint, totally necessary, but in actual lifeness, that death was pointless. I can see that his death was really to shock the readership into realizing that 1) Voldemort is so inherently evil and 2) that his return really is shocking and incredible. Up unitl this point in the series, all we know of him is the 13 year old whispered reports of who he was, but Cedric's death emphasizes the here and now of Voldemort.

Well, that was my little soapbox. Good day, all!!

Friday, July 27, 2007

My nail beds suck

I tore my ACL last night... perfect timing, actually, because if I need surgery now is the time to get it. But I don't think I will.

I'm on Lortab right now, and so far it's just made me tired and the lights look kinda trippy. And the pain is ALOT better. My foot is pretty swollen, but that's nothing compared to my knee - it was practically EXPLODING out of my immobilizer this morning.

Showering was quite the project... I had to swing my leg over and use my weak, pitiful upper body to lower myself into the tub, and even then my legs are so long that keeping my right leg extended meant keeping my head perpetually under water. And the stream of water had to be constantly directed away from the bruising on my knee. All in all, a joyful experience.

Stooph has been the best mommy - she got up at 6 this morning to get me ibuprofen, and helped me get dressed. She also packed my backpack, and took me to work. She's picking me up from work and taking me to school, and then picking me up from school. All in all, I'm incredibly lucky to have someone willing to take care of me.

Will and Regan came to the hospital last night, and they were fantastic. I love the priesthood with a passion. Honestly, I have to say that that was one of God's most brilliant ideas - and that's saying something.

I'm stressed about my test today in Russian - I didn't get to study last night because I spent a long time in the ER.

Here's a few good things about last night:
1) My friends showed me that they love me, which is awesome becuase sometimes I feel like a circus monkey
2) My faith in the priesthood is now and always will be unshakable
3) If I need to get anything taken care of, now is the time
4) I got to spend some quality time with charla, who I love
5) I gave my friends an opportunity to serve

As long as I keep looking on the bright side, things won't seem so bad.

Thursday, July 26, 2007


I hurt. And this is not me calling out for help. I've just got nasty cramps. That and I think I'm still sick, but unfortunately, I can't exactly miss any more school. I feel like crap though.

Kathryn got married on saturday, and it was really fun, although the trip itself wasn't so fab. I finished the new harry potter book, and now I'm rereading the whole series. I love those books. I don't care what anyone says about them.

My mission papers go in on monday, apres my meeting with the stake president. Woot!!

I hurt. Someone bring me midol.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Doesn't it suck when cute boys are engaged?

It's amazing how much work I don't do when no one is watching over my shoulder. Then again, when I want to, I'm the most effecient thing on earth - and that includes hybrids and cellular respiration. Ain't I impressive?

I've set up my final interviews to submit my mission papers, so they should be on their way to Salt Lake next wednesday... I had a dream last night that I got called to the Moscow, Russia mission. In my dream I cried happy, sweet tears. I even made my sister taste them. Then she turned into a spoon.

I've discovered that, when left to my own devices, I am entirely insane. Last night, I was paranoid all night that some man with a machete was going to burst through my door and attempt to murder me. (I say attempt because in my imagination I was hard core and powned him.) But once I fell asleep, I had sweet Russia-related dreams.

Today I fly back to California, to attend Kathryn's wedding. I'm really excited, but I'm seriously stressed out that all the other bridesmaids are significantly shorter than me and therefore, if I wear heels, I will be a sasquatch. Also, I did not yet purchase a stylish, white coverup for the bridesmaid dress, which is even more adorable than I remembered it.

Other than that, I'm just stoked to be going somewhere where existing doesn't suck the moisture out of your hair, and where all my loved ones are. My sister is having a baby soon... weird. Birth is nasty.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007


I'm bored out of my mind. And very, very apathetic. I've taken about a thousand tickle tests online, checked facebook just as much, and even read an entire month of both F Minus and Pearls Before Swine.



And Stooph and Regan left this morning for California, which means I am a solitary being for the next day and a half. Discovery channel voice says: A solitary killer, the Leah stalks her prey...

Anyway, not much has occured in the last few days, except that I'm sore from Wii sports... that's disheartening. I'm just waiting for it to be 11:40-45 so I can clock out and get out of here. Then I have russian, and then the rest of the sweltering desert-like day belongs to me..

Bwa ha ha.

Thursday, July 12, 2007


I am officially sick of BYU's summer camps for fetuses. Every time I walk around delivering things in my building for work, one of the sports camps bursts out of one of the gyms and I get trampled. The image in my mind resembles the butterfly in Fantasia 2000 that get's struck by lightning over and over... my body is mere shrapnel to their pursuit...

Walking on campus is like walking through a cloud of hormones. I got yelled at to "stay with [my] group!" I turned around, and said "I'M A SENIOR IN COLLEGE! LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I mean, EFY is a fabulous idea, and I'm sure it's really fun, but I am really sick of walking across campus and encountering swarms of embryos.

That is all.


I am le tired. Probably because I haven't gone to bed before 1 this week, and I still wake up at 7. Plus, most of my night is spent rolling around in my own sweat.

Last night, the russians were being buttcheeks and didn't want to come over. My friend Katie showed up, so stooph told them there was a pretty girl at our apartment... they hustled right over!

I have the last of my physical tomorrow, which seems like it will consist of questions, pulse and blood pressure checks, and some feeling uppage. I hate that part of physicals. Hopefully, I'll be able to pee in a cup this time. I have to get a hep A shot and a hep B shot, but other than that I think I'm good...

I'm really, really tired. Like my eyes feel bruised because I'm so tired.

I want it to rain today... that would be nice.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Post Scriptage

I've decided to post regarding "would be compliments". I think that people are far too guarded in their praise of others, hence why you can find me spouting such things as "I like you" and "I think you're great", or even "that dress looks great on you!" Seriously, if someone thought something nice about you, you'd want to hear it, right?

Now, here is the exception. When something really isn't a compliment, but the person who says it, in their twisted mind, thinks it is.

i.e. when I moved into my house in january, I bore my testimony at church the first sunday. They asked us to state our name, hometown, and our major. I got up, and per my instructions, layed out my name and hometown. When I said "And I'm majoring in Geospatial intelligence", there was a murmur that passed through the audience, even through the brokeback backrub roomates. (It's 6 boys who rub each other's backs. Weird.) After sacrament meeting, a random guy came up to me and asked my exactly what I study. I told him in the most complicated way possible, so as to seem as intelligent as possible, and he just smiled and said "I guess you just look like an HFL major to me".

That's not a compliment, contrary to what this smug man thought. I look like I don't want to actually study something besides family home evening? Thanks, but no thanks.

I guess the point of this post is to say: compliment others in a sincere, straightforward way. Don't beat around the bush just because you're a pansy.

My hair is huge today

Tuesday, me, Stooph, and Kat had a fun roomate day, with the addition of Adrian, one of the Russians. We saw blades of glory, and then Stooph and I took all 3 russians shopping. Kat had to go to a "nerd party" (aka LAN party with sweaty boys). It was really, really fun. My sister's pseudo-boyfriend Jeff came over and we talked for a while... he's a really nice guy.

My favorite moment of the entire day yesterday was when Stooph, Kat and I were chilling after the Stadium of Fire viewage from my roof. Kathryn is so petite, so to see her get shrill and begin to resemble a banshee is quite amusing. Someone outside was having parking lot of fire, and she was trying to sleep. So in her shrill Kathryn-yelling voice, she yells "why are you celebrating?!? It's the FIFTH of july!!!" I heart that girl.

I've decided that asking the russians about the words they say the most is a bad idea... without fail, they have been bad. And now I know they're swearing every other word... it was better when I was clueless about it.

My parents bought me a plane ticket home for Kat's wedding... which was both unexpected and highly appreciated. I can't believe she's getting married in like 16 days. No more Kathryn Gholdston. Now, there is a new era.. the Kathryn Wyatt era.

Monday, July 02, 2007

Even my FINGERS have freckles.

I need to reminisce a little about summertime, because this summer isn't going to be as majestic as the past few.

The summer after my freshman year, I remember this one week that was incredible. I worked at Jamba Juice at 5:30am every day, so I technically should have been going to sleep, but I always stayed out until my (then) curfew, 2:00am.

On monday night, I went to bed early. But as I was lying in my princess bed, Clint called me and was like "I'm outside. C'mon."

So I went. We went to the beach with all the newbury parklings and the canadians who were selling pest control for the summer. We found this wicked little lean to, and we all crowded in and played truth or dare. Quite honestly, I don't think I ever got over that game.

The next night, we went 80's dancing in this little club in downtown hollywood... really fun, especially because Clint would always dance with me when "send me an angel" would come on. That boy sure knows how to make a girl feel good about herself. There were tables and such for people to dance on, and it seriously was like watching mating dances... weird gyrating and such.

On the way home, we went to the high school, hopped the fence, and went swimming in our underwear. The next morning, my mom was like "why are your clothes wet?" I said that there had been a fight in the club and I had gotten in the crossfire of the hosing down that ensued. What's funny is that that was more acceptable in her eyes than swimming in the high school pool.

The next night, we went down to CSUCI (California State University at Channel Islands), which used to be a mental institution. Legend has it that the Eagles wrote Hotel California about this very locale. It was so creepy... lights turning on and off, hallways flashing hot and cold, weird noises. I really do think that place is haunted, and I'm not big on the paranormal stuff. We played sardines until 3 that morning.

That day, I got up for work at 4:45, and my mom had gotten up and cooked me a big breakfast. I ate it, but told her I liked my alone time in the morning, and not to do it again. She must have felt bad.. she hadn't seen me for days, and I was a hanus wench to her.

I never made it to work that morning. And I was too embarassed to call her and tell her that I had crashed into a pole.... the firemen told me to. I was in the hospital all day, and by the time I left my morphine had worn off. Just standing there was blinding pain.

That night my friends came over and played apples to apples with me, and brought me presents. From then on, they would take me everywhere - they helped me hop fences, and hike, just so I didn't miss out. Jems, every last one of them.

Last summer was spent on the shores of beautiful Lake Champlain in Vermont, with the most awesome group of boys you could ever imagine. Last summer was surreal, it was so incredible.

Part of what made those summers was close guy friends who I could go places with. Like Abe Lincoln said to Joan of Arc in "Clone High"; "so close we could sleep in the same bed and never touch or kiss." I miss having that, because I think women have a biological need to feel protected.

Le sigh.

Anyway, I hate my job. But what else is new.

Hey Abbie, remember this? Let's hang out more often, k? "Oh... is that what the special sauce is?"

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Sunday night and Stooph is reorganizing the kitchen

I've actually gotten pretty dang good at communicating without words. All in all, a worthwhile experiment.

I'm never going to graduate. I just dropped Geog 130 becuase it was stressing me out. I suppose it's good - focus on russian and such, but it was hard for me to do.

Today, a boy in my ward that I find attractive came over, and I was like "dan, you should take me on a date."

"Oh- wow! That was easy! I'll call you. Can I get your number?"

And that was that.

It's not that hard to ask boys out after all.

I heart my bishop. He is a very nice man, and he was okay with my word fast.

Kat's friend natalie dropped out of her wedding. 3 weeks before it. Is it just me or is that indicative of her psycho hosebeastness? I mean, I guess she didn't help that much anyway, but come on!!! Poor Kat.

I need to get out of Provo. If anyone is willing to take a weekend excursion with me and split the cost, let me know.

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Kathryn looks like the little mermaid when she sleeps

So far the not speaking thing is going awesome. No glitches, nothing. Pretty good, eh?

I couldn't sleep last night. I lay awake the whole night just thinking, pretending I was anywhere but sleepless in provo.

I'm broke. Flat broke. No money. And I don't get paid till next friday. I'm just glad I have some food to get me through the week. Bread, peanut butter, milk.... I can make it as long as I have some protein.

I haven't been on a date in ages, and that is slightly depressing. I realize that I'm schizo on this topic, but it would be nice to have someone be attracted to me once in a while. But I guess I bring it on myself with all of my talking and such. I should be more feminine-esque.

Speaking of which, I let a stranger make my day the other day. I was in Smiths, and I was wearing a dress (because I almost always do), and an older man came up to me and said "it's nice to see a woman in a dress. So feminine. I love it." and then walked away. It made me happy that at least strangers notice that I'm a girl.

Friday, June 29, 2007

Quotes that make me cry

It is easy to be pleasant
when life flows by like a song,
but the man worth while is the one who will smile,
when everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble,
and it always comes with the years,
and the smile that is worth the praises of earth
is the smile that shines through the tears.
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I seriously just shed a tear over this. Am I hormonal or what?

When I itch my face, I use the back of my hands

I've decided not to speak.

For the whole weekend.

For those who know me, they know that this is an extreme challenge. However, I will, in fact, do it. Starting right after the Russian/Pizza excursion that occurs weekly, I will cease speaking, singing, sassing (which is the biggest sacrificie), and all other forms of verbal communication. I don't think it's cheating if I talk in my sleep, though.

Now for some vague summaries!:
I think I've connected some dots, although the intrigue remains. Here's the deal; when I got the email on wednesday, my interest was (explainably) perked. I decided I would investigate for a week; if nothing comes of my sleuthing, I will throw in the towel and move on. Because I'm already more than a little creeped out about the picture thing. And when I think of the people that I know that speak Russian, the list is very short. So it's either one of my brief acquaintances, or someone I don't know. Either way, I have a week to figure out the mystery of the anonymous writer.

In other news, I hate my roomates. Why? Because I get blamed for messes and dishes, when the only meal I eat at home is breakfast. Cereal bowl and spoon. That is all. *snarling under breath* stupid passive aggressive notes.

OOOO! I almost forgot to tell you how wicked awesome my raftingness was last night. There were I think 11 people in the boat, and it was really, really fun. Poor Corey had to control all the weight, which couldn't have been easy, but he was really great. I got so cold that I eventually had to have someone else take my lifejacket off, because my hands were too cold to pinch the little hook thingies.