Yeah, I'm Excited; So what?

Usually I am the person who is good at keeping her hopes in check. Not ridiculously raising hopes= no ridiculous disappointments. Now before you thing wow, she's pessimistic. Just remember that if you are reading this you probably know me a little better than to say that. Because I am not like that. I am hopeful, just not overly and definitely not when it comes to certain areas in life. There are other things to worry about. Whatever that doesn't really make sense.

Anyway this week the impossible has happened. No, I am not engaged. ahaha. I am so funny. But I have raised my hopes to a ridiculously high level about my life in general. And even though I am enjoying this high quite a bit, I know there is a low just around the corner. There always is isn't there? The higher you fly, the longer the and harder you fall. It's simple physics. But I am just excited about this week despite the hundred million things I have to do. I am excited not to go to bed until really late; to go to From the Heart, to have a dress rehearsal with the girls, to dance tomorrow, to go to the cancer benefit, to perform on friday, to dress up for class on friday (it's 80's day), to host my halloween dance party on saturday, to go to church and to do indexing, to hear the fireside and have From the Heart again. I am just excited. Forget that I have tests and quizzes galore and a million things to think about. I am excited that I will be seeing one of my favorite people on Monday, that it is almost Thanksgiving which means that it is almost Christmas =) I am excited to buy my contract for next semester at American Manor.I am excited for dace major auditions on Saturday too...which is weird because I should be freakingn out. LIFE IS EXCITING! Hopes, fly high, you have my permission.
Oh and I am listening to Celine right now...and makes everything better than it already is.

Um…Ok Life. You Win.

So, this week and sort of these past few days just proved to me once again that once you think you have everything figured out, or at least everything is good and under control the world decided to have a big laugh in your honor and throw everything that you thought was under control, out of control. No joke. Not that it was bad things that happened, quite the opposite- it is just going to take a lot to maintain control the rest of the semester/next semester. Awesome. Life is out of control. So maybe I should just get with the flow and let it be and stop trying to put it all back in order cause let’s face it, there is always something a little out of place.

My brain hurts. It won’t stop thinking about everything that I have to do. Silly brain.

Wish me luck…seriously though.

Was That a Good Idea? At Least it Was Fun.

Well, tonight was fun. My good friend Abbie and I got it into our heads last week that we wanted to go see a scary movie, because I for one, have always enjoyed the occasional scary movie. I get it from my mom.

My mom loves scary movies. Not stupid, paranormal, never gonna happen, when is this movie over, and what is the point of it kind of movies. Not horror movies, or super-sick-slashers, but thriller, the jump out at you, freak you out, you can see happening (maybe) kind. So, when I was younger, and by younger, I mean I really wasn’t that young, but younger than I am now, I would always watch scary movies with my mom. Old ones, new ones, it was a good time. I kind of start to crave them after a while. Just call me an adrenaline junkie…without all the extreme crap. Anyway, my sisters can’t really tough it out. No offense girls but you really can’t. But they already know that.

What does this have to do with anything? Not much. Basically it is why I thought it would be a great idea to go to this movie tonight called The Stepfather. Luckily for Abbie and myself, it is a Tuesday night in Rexburg Idaho so there were only two other people in the theater. Basically it was pretty scary and freaky and Abbie and I cuddled and held hands during all the scary parts though so I got through it.

Anyway I am now putting off sleep and watching the Disney channel. Awesome. Oh, well. At least it was fun and Abbie and I got make fools out of ourselves. That always makes for a good time.

A Day In the Life

So, basically I need to remember to do all of these things tomorrow. It isn't a whole lot, which is why I think that I am going to forget. So here is how my Friday is going to go =)

8:00-Wake Up
8:15-Eat
9:30-Go to Modern
11:15-Try and find Costume Lady
12:30-Go to Choreography
1:45-Try and find Costume Lady(if not found earlier)
2:00-Go Home
2:01-Eat
2:30-Try and finish online homework
3:30-Take a break =)
4:00-Try and finish it again
5:30-Teach choreography for Battle of the Dance with Abbie
10:00-PLAY!

Pretty much an awesome Friday planned. Low stress, heavy on the fun.

Love You!

Here are just a few of the people that I love in this world. (I love more people than this but I don’t have pics of everyone…and that would have taken forever.) I LOVE YOU!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No, I Will Not Be a Member of Your Stupid Group

BYU-I looooooves group work. Good for you. That is totally fine to let us teach one another and prepare us for the “real world” where supposedly we will have to work with people that we don’t like.  But…wait, in real life you get to make sure the people you work with are qualified; you get to fire people in real life. Well, Group 10, I FIRE YOU! …BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT QUALIFIED.

I hate group work. Very, very rarely do you get a group in which everyone in your group is committed and sane. Unfortunately for my group this semester, this does not seem to be the case. Great.

I am not going to babysit you Group 10. That is not my job. I am only group leader for this week. Next week it will be one of you peons…and if I didn’t care about my grade (like you) I would not do my part and make it as difficult as possible for you (like you did for me) but maybe I wouldn’t because I have been there and it sucks to be in that position.

The instructions were simple.  Our instructor and myself made them very clear and easy to follow. If you had questions, well, you didn’t ask. I even sent out reminders. How did you graduate high school?

Be a little more self reliant. Not only for my sake or the sake of Group 10, but for your own. Do you want to seem/be pathetic for the rest of your existence?

 

I am sorry that my remarks are harsh but, I don’t like Group 10.

Opportunity Knocks….but Sometimes Not Very Loudly.

I have had a good week. No, a GREAT week. I have been so completely astonished by how well everything in my life is going this semester. Everything that I have wanted to do, everything that I have really wanted for myself has so far worked out…well minus about one thing, but I am in no hurry. And the fact that I am no longer tan…Whatever. Even my problems aren’t that hard for me to cope with…at least at the moment, I am sure I will have a five minute pity party sometime next week, but then I will be ready to move on and see just how great my life is and has been.

I have been given so many opportunities by coming to BYU-I. I know I wouldn’t have had these chances if I had gone somewhere else. But a big part of me knows that you have to take advantage of these opportunities now, before they are gone because they won’t be around waiting for you.

I don’t know where this “seize the day” attitude came from, but I am glad that it is here. Maybe it is because I got my first massage today and it was heaven. Maybe it is because I just ate  a delicious peach. Maybe it is because I just watched the Relief Society conference. But maybe, just maybe it is because I am listening to the Free Willy theme song. Sing it Michael.

Whatever it is. Please bless that it will stay.

Give Me a Minute

So, I have been neglecting this blog. I am sorry but I will be honest, I just don't have a ton of time anymore. I need a minute to catch up.

When I am not in class or running around to different things on campus or meeting up with long lost friends, I am so tired my brain doesn't function enough for me to put anything worth reading up...Kind of like right now. hm... whatever.

Anyway school rocks and this semester is already amazing. Although my body is very tired. So I think I might need a nap. Like, right now.

I don't make sense anymore.

I’m WICKED Through and Through…I Wish

Here’s the thing. Last night I FINALLY got to see Wicked. I  have been listening to the music for years and now I finally got to see the show and let me tell you something. It was absolutely amazing. I loved it so much and the girl who played Elphaba was so good. I wasn’t sure about here at first but she proved me wrong. Thankfully.

After watching it though, I decided that I want to be a wicked witch for the rest of my life. The end.

But really, I am so glad that I got to see it. It’s an amazing show.

America’s Next Not Model

So, the other day I went and hung out with some friends at Mukilteo beach as a last hurrah for the summer. Which, by the way, is GORGEOUS. I forgot how much I really love Seattle, and their beaches. The sand is wet and gray, you can smell the sea (you can’t really smell the sea in Florida…weird), there are always bonfires, there is a lot of drift wood…which is definitely one of most favorite parts…but anyway.Their sis-in-law is a photographer so we went out a posed for her while she took some awesome shots. Basically it was a lot of fun and we goofed off a little too much. We also saw a whale…wait ok so  it was a sea lion. For some reason I pointed and yelled whale when obv. I was mistaken and just a little excited. Anyway I am definitely not model material but they were still fun shots so here they are. Oh and we were out on floating dock so it was all a little bit wavy. Also there were some awesome strange men that were probably a little drunk. We had balloons and they kept yelling over to us in strange accents asking whose birthday it was and so Megan being the awesome, funny friend that she is told them it was mine…so at least they wished me a happy birthday. Yeah they were still creeps. Enjoy, and feel free to laugh at how un-talented I am.

 

   

Thanks Laura =)

Welcome.

I have a new computer. Welcome computer.

 

My parents are the best parents in the whole wide world.

How Was Your Sunday? Cause Mine Sucked

So I have church at 1:30. Good and bad, but I was a little glad so that I could sleep in. I got up late, read a little, got all ready to go and walked out to my car. I thought all was well, and it was going to be another good Sunday. Wrong. My car wouldn't start. And it didn't sound good. It kinda sounded like it had a sputter/tick and I couldn't get it to start. I looked in the garage to find that my parents had each drove separately for meetings because the other two cars were gone. And they are being good and not answering their phones. Awesome. I could have walked, but I didn't really think about it until too late anyway and I am kind of stressing out in a bad, bad way and feel like I am going to have an anxiety attack.

First of all my car isn't starting-enough to give anyone a bad day, but the fact that I have to drive this particular car with me across a couple of states in the next week...by myself...where my phone doesn't always get service...isn't really doing much for me right now. Not to mention that I have already been stressing out about my computer still having a computer virus and not knowing what the heck to do about that one still because I am broke thanks to a craptastic summer job that was basically slave labor. Oh, and I have been stressing out about school itself, never mind getting there, I have crazy classes that I am positive will kick my butt and be really hard and auditions coming up in 12 days. I also am rooming with complete strangers in a strange complex and some of my best friends won't even be in the same state as me. So, ya I am completely freaking out. And all I can think that would help the situation is if I could have gone to church!

Basically I am sitting here with my bag still slung around my shoulder, shoes on, keys in my lap, phone out, in a dress, ready to go. Happy Sabbath.

Crazy Cat Lady

I love animals. There, I said it. Judge me however you want; but I can't help it. I have always loved animals and I probably always will. And not only do I love animals, but I love cats, yup cats. How do you like them apples?

Usually I get completely made fun of, made faces at, joked about just because I like animals? Really? Well, sorry for being the type of person who has compassion for all..well most of God's creatures. (I should say that I don't exactly looove bugs or spiders or albino geckos) but whatever. All I am saying is shut up you heartless monsters! You don't have to have a pet if you don't want to, but don't give me crap for caring about a kitten or a puppy.

Ok so that was so not where I was going when I started this...I digress. So anyway. I have these two cats. They are know as Calvin and Hobbes and I feel like a complete traitor because I left them with my parents alone longer than I usually do. Not that my parents don't take care of them, but there is a reason for why they are mine and as soon as I get a place that allows cats my parents are making me take them with me. Anyway, My cats live in the garage/the greater outdoors aka my backyard (which I will admit they like being outside especially cause my backyard rocks). But my cats were not always outdoor cats and they certainly didn't start out living in the garage. But my parents didn't like cleaning up their fur all the time. Understandable. But still. When I was sick they would take over my whole bed and not leave me until I was better. When there was a spider in the house all I had to do was run and grab Hobbes (the bug hunter-calvin wouldn't notice as quickly and would just sit on top of it or something) and hobbes would kill it for me and then eat the evidence of the creepy thing's existence. When I was home alone they would make me feel a little safer. When I go outside they follow me around like dogs. Calvin goes on walks with me and our new dog. Hobbes will come only if it's me and Calvin. Oh, and they are both lap cats, even though they are quite large, which doesn't work now because they can't come inside.

Basically what I am saying is my cats rock and I am totally a crazy cat lady but only for cats that aren't crazy-cause some are. But I'm not too crazy.. I promise. Anyway, sorry that you have to live in the garage. Oh, well. So make fun of me all you want, evil people.

Stupid, Stupid Computer

So, I have had my computer for about 4 years now. It has been an awesome computer and I have loved it the whole time. Well, lately my computer has been running pretty slow, which makes a little sense since 1 year to us is about 20 years computer time right? Just say yes.

Well, the day has come when my now 80 year old computer is sick. Yes, sick. I believe it has contracted a virus. Will it be able to pull out of it? I have no idea. I was on the phone with my brother all night, and when I say all night I mean maybe 30 minutes, trying everything I could...although it is hard to fix a computer over the phone.

Now I feel like a traitor and a little uncomfortable because I have been using my Dad's new computer that my brothers help build him. (although the screen is way better and it is way faster on the internet etc. etc....see how much of a traitor I am) I almost don't want my brother to do open heart surgery on it in the fall aka. reformat my computer.

So I have been looking around, just online so far, to see what's out there and I came to another conclusion. I know absolutely nothing when it comes to buying a computer. Cripes.

I hope it doesn't come to me being stranded without a computer until I can get a new one. I just hope that it can hang on for a little while longer until I can save up more money to buy one without it leaving me broke. Good think I have a job lined up for the fall.

I really need it so wish me luck. Oh and my computer too.

I DO

So this past weekend I flew down to the LA area for my (ex)roommates wedding and it was so much fun. I met up with my other roommate Amanda (aka man, manda or man(duh) and it was as if we hadn't just spent an entire summer away from each other.
Our conversations were just as crazy and as comfortable as before. All together a good sign. Then Brittany (aka britto, britt) and her soon to be hubby Justin (aka Drake) came and picked us up. There was a lot of screaming, jumping up and down and hugging and then we got into the car and had crazy and comfortable conversation yet again...although Drake had to be a jerk and say "Your IQ drops when you talk to these two" or something like that. Obviously he had forgotten/never experience how girls talk to each other when they are really excited/slap happy/haven't seen each other for a way too long period of time.

Any way the first night we went to universal studios city walk to kill some time and hang out with Justin's family a bit which was fun...and I think this city walk is way cooler than the one in Florida. There is way more to look at but whatev. Still love Florida and I still miss it...





Anyway after that we had to go home and go to bed cause we had a lot to do the next day! So what did we do? Me, man and britto went home to practice Britt's makeup for the wedding...so we did..and it was fun...and then we started playing with it a little more and did man's makeup...then they did mine...then britt's sister and cousin who are 13 came in and joined us. And then Britt's dad caught is in the scariest makeup of our lives. It was like we were 12 again, pouring over a fashion magazine with horrendous makeup. It was really fun though and we laughed a lot like always.

Next day we went to the wedding brunch with all the girls of the wedding party. (the boys went golfing) that was a good time. I recommend #74 with the mixed fruit and sourdough toast.


Then the bridesmaids went off to get our nails done =) yay it felt so good. And we looked good too.


After that we hung out a little and then had the family dinner which was quite yummy and roasted Brit and Justin haha. Me and Manda were so kind. We didn't spill the beans on Britt and how she didn't know what Family Jewels meant when we were randomly perusing the dictionary and she said the term really loud in front of our Sunday company. THAT was funny...but we were nice and didn't share..sorry Britt- story's out.

After that we all went to bed and got ready for the wedding! It was a beautiful day of smiles, pretty dresses and flowers, lots of love, sometimes lots of spiders...yikes...food, beautiful weather, laughs, hugs etc.




The reception was amazing and Britto's and Drake's family were both so kind and friendly, it was a blast.


When they were getting ready to leave me and Man ran to find Britt to give our last hugs and like the idiots we are we all broke down crying in the hallway. Dang you Britt. But we recovered like pros =) yup forever friends.

It was such a fun and great weekend and Brittany was absolutely beautiful. It was so good to see her and Manda after so long. I missed them so much and miss them again already!

Do You Have A Watchbox?

Well, I no longer am an employee of Walt Disney World. And as I have had to tell many people this week, it is bitter sweet. As the day gets closer to when I fly out of this humid, hot, and creepy-albino-lizard infested place, I get more excited and yet I get even more sad.

My playground is going to shrink quite dramatically and I can no longer go bum around in the parks for a couple of hours just because I can. But at the same time, I am not going to be treated like a ticking time bomb either. By that I mean, when people find out that I am a college program employee of disney people won't automatically see me as someone whose time is running out. I am excited to be in a place where there seems to be some progression in friendships, relationships and life in general. Not that those things don't happen here, just maybe not as much and not to as many people.

I am ready to move on to my next adventure and to get back to reality, and let's face it I am so ready to get back to my car. It has been a great experience and I am so glad to have met everyone (except Sean and Donald, the jerks from work) that I did and to have had as much fun as I did and have as many crazy jokes as I did...like "Do you happen to have a watchbox?" (ask me later)

But I can't help thinking that this is just the tip of the iceberg and that things are going to just get better from here on out. I get to see my best friends in a matter of days and meet up with more friends in the fall. I am going to be living in a new apartment with all new roommates...ah... but I couldn't be more excited. My classes are going to kick my trash and I get to wear whatever color nail polish that I want! HA!

I will miss my friends, driving really fast, lightning and thunder, laughing ALL the time, midnight movies (which I may or may not sleep through) snuggling with a monkey, Ghiradelli free samples, mini golf, twistie treat, beaches, swimming, feeling like I am on vacation all the time, Sunday socials, temple trips, Wendy's, secret texts, my disney poncho, dancing and singing it out ALL the time, dunkin donuts...oh excuse me dancin donuts, aaannnd soooooo much more but I am running out of time.

So, basically it has been amazing. I am going to miss it all so much but I am so excited for everything that is ahead of me.

Wish me luck.

Night Time is for Sleeping

Ok. So, last night I went to sleep at a really good hour because I had to wake up early for work because they needed me to help test our water coaster...again. Whatever. I go to bed at about 10:45 thinking that it will be good and I will get a really good nights rest. Well, I was wrong. First I couldn't fall asleep, so I tried listening to some music to calm me down...but that usually only helps when I am already really tired. I know that doesn't really make sense but that topic is for a different blog post. Anyway, I digress. I turn off my music and try to snuggle into bed and into sleep, but my mind won't shut off because I keep thinking about how I need to wake up early tomorrow and I kept focusing on the people outside who wouldn't shut up. Obviously they are too cool for school, and by that I mean sleep.

I finally fall asleep, but not for long. All too soon I wake up in the middle of the night either because I was having a weird dream (about my stupid job) or because the people outside really, really missed the memo on how night time is the best time for sleeping. Anyway, after I woke up that first time, I kept waking up almost every hour until 5 o'clock. awesome. I can't get work out of my head and I am super angry at those losers who wouldn't be quiet. Whatever. When I left the apartment to go to work I totally glared at them because yes, they were still sitting outside talking (rather loudly and rudely) I almost wanted to scream at them. Almost.

It's ok though because I took a nap when I got home from work.

Always Yours
Nae

Teeter-Totters

I love teeter-totters. I do. They were so much fun when I was younger, and maybe it was my love for that great playground equipment that somehow caused my subconscious to say, "hey, you know what? she liked these things so much, why not just make her life one big teeter-totter experience." Awesome. Thanks for that. I blame myself really. How could I not? It's just how it has to go. Not just any teeter-totter, but a teeter-totter where my counterpart is a little bit heavier than me so they have the most control. They won't let me get down from said teeter-totter when I want, because they are laughing at me from the ground and think it is funny to see me start to freak out because I can't get down, and there I am stuck 10 feet off the ground. It's fun for a while and we laugh for a while together, but sooner or later you want to be closer to the ground. You want to be closer to the ground because the longer you are up there the longer you think about the fall to the ground and you know that eventually it is going to come.

So,one minute it is all going well and you are working together having a great time and then life (or someone in your life) decides to pull a fast one on you and leaves you hanging up in the air, and once you beg for it to let you down, it bails on you completely so you go crashing down to the ground. If you are lucky your parents or your friends are there to help you up, maybe kiss your owie or give you a band aid, or punch the kid who did it to you. That's if you are lucky. Sometimes you try and brush off the dirt before anyone sees what happened, and even though the sting is still there, you are at least glad that no one can tell it is there. But after that happens you are always a little more wary about getting back on that teeter-totter, and yet you still do thinking it will be different this time. You think to yourself things like I am not going to lose control, I am not going to get distracted, I am going to rock this teeter-totter. That's right. Hm wrong!

Anyway, all I am saying is right now that is how life feels, constantly the back and forth motion, the constant up and down. But that is life right? All I am saying is why can't I just stay away from that blasted teeter-totter, or at least pick something/someone who won't be a stupid fat kid. Let's work together on this one mmmk?

Always Yours
Nae

How the Chinese Fire Drill Got It's Name

This is probably one of my favorite moments in my life. And yes I am sad to say it is a little racist...not trying to be offensive or anything so please forgive me for finding this ironic and funny.

So, moving on. A few summers ago I had to make a 15 minute commute; not bad right? Wrong. It would take 45-60 minutes with the traffic which means you would just sit in your car and make awkward eye contact with the cars next to you when they caught you people watching. Whatever, it isn't like no one else does it.

It was on one of these occasions that I was sitting in my car, listening to my music (which totally made the trip bearable), my car at a complete stop, when something caught my eye about two cars ahead of me. I saw these two people get out of the driver and passenger side and walk around the car and switch places...right in the middle of traffic...and the best part- THEY WERE TOTALLY CHINESE! bahahahahahahaha

Judge me all you want for finding this extremely funny and laughing about it still 2 years later. But at least you all know why they are called Chinese Fire drills =)

Always Yours,
Nae

Blast From the Past....Month

So, a few moments ago I was reminded of a little anecdote that happened to me just this past month. I was at my computer when I realized that my shoulders were definitely showing potential of peeling again. Ew. NOT AGAIN. NO. So I ran to the bathroom to prevent said shedding of skin and lather up with lotion. During this process, Emmilie and I were taken back a few weeks when we were at the Orlando Mall. The story goes a little something like this:

We are in the girls bathroom and I was stressed out about my peeling situation because I think it is disgusting and it was a first for me. I never get enough sun to even have to worry or think about peeling. So all day I was stressing a tad about is and was very self conscious about the whole ordeal. I felt that everyone just knew that I was peeling and thought I was atrocious or something similar. So, we are in the girls bathroom when I just can't contain my disgust and say, fairly loudly,"I LOOK LIKE A LEPER" hmmmm, so happens at the moment of this very unfortunate outburst, my timing with the universe was off. Let me explain-at that moment, in the fairly large, vastly occupied bathroom, not one person was talking, flushing a toilet, cranking the lever for paper towels, using the deafening hand dryers, or being noisy at the sink. It was awkward because everyone could hear my outburst perfectly and everyone looked at me a little strangely. So of course we did what we do best in situations that are as awesome as these, we laughed.

Always Yours,
Nae

I'm Quiet Sometime's...No Biggie

So here is the deal; there are certain times in my life when I like to contemplate my life at that moment and when I like to think of choices I have recently made, choices I have made in the past, and choices that I will soon have to make in the future. And honestly sometimes I just plain like to daydream or gaze off and think about random things or absolutely nothing. Sometimes I just like to listen.
These ...um let's call them "spells" come and they go. Sometimes they last for days where I am a little quieter than usual and sometimes they last maybe only a portion of a day. Anyway, sometimes people notice, sometimes they don't- because I guess it is uncharacteristic of me to not join in on conversation...what are you saying I usually talk to much? My bad.
Anyway, this week has been one of those weeks where for some reason or another, I just have too much on my mind to really jump into all conversation because I am a little emotionally and mentally spent and it is easier for me to not join in on the conversation. Or it is just I simply don't want to. Or I just want to listen and sit this one out and jump in when the topic better suits my mood.
When people do notice, which they usually do, they always ask if I am ok because I am so quiet. Don't worry, it will blow over, I am fine, no nothing is wrong. I just need to have my thoughts to myself sometimes, to work everything out. So thanks for all the concern during this spell- and thanks to all the concern to those in the past. I guess I am just a little more complex than I let on, haha.

Always Yours
Nae

It's Really OK

Life is good in the present and going to keep getting better in the future! Need examples? Because I will give you examples!

I have an awesome family and always will
I have awesome friends
I get to laugh a lot
I get to laugh a people a lot thanks to a certain water park and via story time with Emmilie
I have 2 cats at home who love me the best...don't start with the old lady with cats jokes...they aren't funny and I have enough sense not to do that ok.
I am looking forward to spending a week with Griffin and then an awesome road trip
I am glad Griffin is a dog and won't mind me singing in the car
I get to go to the beach on Friday
I get to go to school in the Fall
I have a job when I get back to school that is perfect
I get to start having hot cocoa and apple cider again
I get to see Britt and Man in less than 2 months
Did I mention that I get to laugh a lot? Because I do
It's still summer and I got a proper best summer of your life kind of summer
I get to go home in less than 2 months
I get to DRIVE MY CAR in less than 2 months
My hair is all weird colors thanks to the sun
I am moving into a new apartment at school
I am listening to awesome music
I will always listen to awesome music
I get to dance
I can see the bigger picture...usually =)
I am 21! yikes
I love life


There is so much more...but I am a little out of it.

Always Yours
Nae

That Was Messed Up

Ok, So I got to go back to the water park yesterday to work, after being sent to a hotel/resort for the past week. I am just saying, I wasn't super excited, but I wasn't completely upset either. After we were closed (FINALLY) I started to walk around to do closing jobs with my fellow employees...excuse me "cast members" whatever. So we are walking around and I get sand all over and in side of my shoes...which is one of the worst feelings ever, so the logical thing to do is to use the little foot baths that we have and get out all the sand. While I was in the process of doing just this (btw, I am not the only one who does) the bells that signal the end of the day and the last meeting before you go went off. So I had two options, I could walk aaaallll the way around the sand and up the path and down the walk to get the the final meeting place aka the clock tower/board room...sad I am not sure which one it is actually referred to. Or I could walk as carefully as possible across maybe 15, 20 feet of sand (it might not actually be that much, I am really bad at guessing distances) I choose to use my awesome skills to get me across the sand. So I set out, and all is good. I am sure I looked like a loon, but I made it to the STEPS!!! NO SAND ON THE SHOES! I gave a little whoo! in celebration, my friends were all impressed...and then my happiness died...no it was killed. A life guard saw my trek, sarcastically said, oh are you trying to keep sand off your shoes? and then proceeded to give me all the sand that he had collected. My friends were sad for me and chewed him out a little. I had a huge look of disgusted shock on my face, but it was a little funny, cause he was just joking around. Oh, wait...I'm sorry, IT WAS NOT FUNNY! So then after a few laughs all around...but not really from me...I gave him the dirtiest look I could muster and was pleased to note that I had given him his dirtiest look of the day...and that is saying something because we work at Disney World, where all we get all day long are dirty looks. After a long day of belly buttons and bum cracks come on! Anyway it was messed up.

Always Yours,
Nae

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I Love You Dude...Well Your Music Anyway

Michael Jackson is dead. Am I over it...yes. But I am still nostalgic. His music has given me many happy times and many happy dance parties, and lets face it he has some rad moves and music videos. But alas, some good has come from this. On the day of his funeral we will be having a legit Michael Jackson dance party complete with gloves and whatever era of MJ style you choose to incorporate. It is going to be awesome. Anyway-thanks for the good music!

Always Yours
Nae

I'm a Sucker

So, I was pretty bored once upon a time. The End.

Things I am a sucker for… (in no particular order)

Lollipops
Beaches
Shopping =( it’s true
Swings
Dr Pepper
Massages
Church
Rain
Nail polish
Good music
Sun
Dancing
Dance parties
Florida
Great quotes from life, movies, books etc.
Kisses on the forehead
Smiles
Friends
Singing
Cologne (if it smells good)
Books
Book stores
People watching
Magazines
Popcorn
Animals…yes animals
Oohey gooeys!!
Movies
OLD movies
Fountains
Laughter
Eavesdropping...oops
My pillow
Road trips
Disney, obviously, I willingly became their slave
Rings
Breakfast
Psych
YOU!
Blankets
Family
Dares (that aren’t stupid-I mean, I have my limits)
Christian Bale- don’t judge
Alone time
..Not alone time...
Walks
Seattle
Inside jokes
Staying up late
Home
Sleeping in
Well, sleep in general
The 80's
Good conversation
Life!
Stretching
Late nights
Christmas
Hot cocoa
Sun salutations...and yoga
Going bare foot-under the right circumstances
Halloween…candy
Water fights
Mittens
Survivor..please don't judge me
The ocean-both coasts
Rexburg
The color blue
Lip gloss/balm/chap stick
Hugs
...OK so there are more things but I think this a pretty accurate list of whatever. Don't judge me.

Does Your Incompetence Know No Bounds?

Ok, So here is the deal. Today was awesome. I got to chill at the mall with Emmilie for 8 hours and it was so much fun. I met awesome people like Shawn, Betsy, stingy ice cream sample dude, and my absolute favorite, James Dean.

When we left for the mall, I noticed I didn't have my phone with me. No big deal, it isn't like people are trying to get a hold of me ever...sad I know, but welcome to my life. So, I was looking forward to a bitter sweet reunion with my phone when I got home. Bitter because I was sure I would find not one person tried to contact me during the 8 hours I was out, and sweet because I really like my phone.

So, I am thinking that my blessed phone is at Emmilie's apartment. But when we got back...no, no it wasn't. I was a little upset, because I wasn't planning on going back to my apartment that night and was glad because there was a thunderstorm. I realize that I have to go back to my apartment to get my phone. Obviously. I look in my bag for my keys...but guess what? They aren't there...I left those at my apartment too. No worries right? Usually at least one of my roommates is always home. ALWAYS. Whatever.

I decide to call over there first to make sure someone was home. So, I call a couple of times and there is no answer. weird. Try again...nothing. Well, maybe they just aren't answering the phone, or the phone is unplugged. I guess I will trek out in the ridiculous weather to see if anyone will answer the door.

I finally get there, and Emmilie was nice enough to let me borrow her umbrella ella ella eh eh eh. Thank you Emmilie, you are probably the reason I didn't burst into tears. Anyway, I get over there and no one is home. THE ONE NIGHT I NEED TO GET IN NO ONE IS HOME! I HAVE THE WORST LUCK IN EVERY DEPARTMENT OF LIFE! PRETTY SURE!

Whatever, I will just go talk to the security guys, they are pretty chill, and seem nice enough. I know they can get you in to your apartment. So I walk to the front entrance and tell them that I locked myself out of my apartment and ask to be let in. So this one dude he says, you have to wait until 10. OK...why? He says that the person who has the keys won't be able to let me in until then. Well fine, it is close enough to 10 no biggie.

He asks me for my apartment number and I tell him 14206(cause that is what it is) Then he asks me what my name is. Shanae Lewis, I say. He looks at the apartment list, which isn't long, because there are only four of us in there. He looks a little befuddled, and it makes me even more anxiety ridden, especially when he turns to look at me and says, hm your name isn't here.

I just look at him, with what I am sure, must have been one of the best faces I have given in my life, and say, ummm are you sure? Cause that isn't really possible. So he looks at the list again. Looks at me and says what is your full name? to which I reply, Shanae Lewis. No, he says, what is your full name. At this point, I was getting a little upset. There are only four names on the list, it isn't that hard to figure out. I said back at him a little more sternly, shanae-lewis. That is my full name. I don't have a middle name. He looks at me a little oddly again and then asks me to spell it..I wanted to hit him on the head with my umbrella ella ella...no joke. I start to spell it s-h-a-n-a-e l-e-w-i-s. OHHHH he says. Shanae Lewis!(except he pronounces lewis like lewees, with the emphasis on the last syllable...I almost screamed at him. THAT IS WHAT I SAID! and it is not lewees...it is Lewis...I am american and that name is not of spanish decent it is welsh so no it is not pronounced lewees mmmmk. Do they not check to see if you can read before you get this job? My name is pretty much phonetic, sound it out sparky...you have four FOUR names to choose from and they all are way different from each other.

Anyway, he writes my name down and asks me for a number where they can reach me so when the guy with the keys gets in, they can notify me. Are you serious? I am locked out of my apartment, I don't have a phone! which I told him, but in a not so mean way. So he looks at me and says, well you can wait outside the door... I said ok, how long is it going to take before he gets here. He said he had no idea, 20-30-40 minutes maybe. HAHAHA I am not standing outside. So he looks at me and says do you have friends you can stay with. Rude. Yes I do, but I don't know their number so you can call me. So finally I am just ready to forget the whole thing because I am really tired of this and it really did not seem to be worth it. He tells me to call him when I got to my friends place and give him the number and they would call me back. OK

So I get back to the apartment, tell Emmilie what happened, I wait for five minutes so she can stop laughing at my misfortune (it was pretty funny, and if I wasn't about ready to have a break down, I would be laughing too) So I call the security guy and give him the number and wait. I call my apartment one more time, don't get an answer and wait.

I finally get a call 10 minutes later telling me to go to my door to wait for the guy. I take the umbrella ella ella again and head off to my apartment. I get there, decide to knock on the door in case someone came home within then last ten minutes...and SURPRISE!! One of my roommates opens the door. At this point I really almost screamed. but instead I asked her (probably not in my most patient voice) how long have you been home? and she says, I don't know. And gives me a dirty look...awesome. To which I replied, I have been calling and calling and knocking on the door like crazy. To which she says, well you didn't call me. to which I said that is because I left my phone here, I was calling the apartment(our apartment phone is really loud)then she said that she was taking a nap and where was my key. I couldn't handle it, I was going to say some stuff I would probably regret if I didn't grab my stuff and go, because I am pretty sure our whole building could hear me knock on the door...actually I know they can because our walls are paper thin. I am just really glad I don't have to spend all that much time over there.

Before I went though I had to call the security guys to tell them not to send the guy with the keys. So I call and say my apartment number and my situation. He then asks me what my name was and I say Shanae Lewis, to which he says, Shayla?

COME ON!!!!!

NO!SHANAE. In my head I am thinking, MY NAME IS SHANAE. IT IS NOT THAT HARD! SHANAE, SHANAE. SAY IT WITH ME. HONESTLY, MY NAME IS SHANAE. Then he got it and said thanks and hung up.

And the absolute best part of it all...all of it was my fault. ALL of it. My keys were actually in my bag the whole time. I thought I looked well enough, but it wasn't until I got back from my apartment and dumped out my bag that I found them. I could have saved my sanity had I just done that in the first place. I am such a square.

Don't Forget Me Orlando

So here is the thing, I love Orlando. I love it so much, last night I was trying to figure out a way that I could stay in Orlando. And then I got really depressed when I realized that there was no way that I could. (and my mom would kill me)

A couple of days ago I had an awesome day at the beach, and I LOVE beaches. All kinds. But this trip was pretty much awesome. I actually got to swim in the water...you just don't do that in Seattle, well I guess sometimes you do, but not really. Whatever. Anyway, it was an awesome day, and I wish that I could just stay in Orlando but I have this pesky thing called school that I probably should finish up. I only have about a year left...and then... I AM MOVING BACK TO ORLANDO =) yay! Well that is my plan so far...so what if there isn't a huge dancing community? Maybe they need one! Bring it.
I will be the taskmaster of my own life thank you!

Basically, don't forget me Orlando, I will be back.

Inside Darth Vader is Just a Softy

So, today was a pretty crazy day. I have pictures but I am too tired to put them up now so you will just have to use your imagination.

So this morning, I go back to my apartment to find a roach of some sort hanging out. Sorry Mr. Roach...I don't think you got the message. BUT YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE! So I had to knock him off the door frame with my shoe(don't worry I used one I didn't care too much about in case things got a little messy). SO I knock the sucker down and it is hiding under my shoe. So I run and grab a tupperware...There is no way I am letting this creep run around my apartment. So after much running around the apartment, and screaming, and freaking out that it was going to run up my leg, I finally caught him (they are really fast!)I put something heavy over the tupperware so he couldn't escape and there he stays...until he dies. Call me what you like, I don't care. I am not letting him out until I am sure he is not going to run and hide under my bed, or run up my leg, or attack my face. He chose the wrong person to mess with.

So that was my morning. During the afternoon I went to Star Wars Weekends with a friend of mine because it was the last time that I could go...and I will admit it, I like Star Wars. So we get there, and decide to do Star Tours. We get going on the ride and one of my biggest fears came to life. The ride broke down... Now I don't know if you have done Star Tours but it is a simulated ride and you are closed in a room. I am a very claustrophobic person, especially if I feel like I can not get out of somewhere, and that is exactly what happened. Yay. So luckily it only lasted a few minutes otherwise it would have gotten ugly really fast.

After that we went to get food because we were hungry and our bodies had just gone through a lot. I mean our spaceship totally crashed...So we went to eat at Prime TV restaurant, which is my new favorite place to eat that is owned by Disney. It was so much fun, I can't even describe all that happened because it probably wouldn't make sense and it would take too much effort...effort and energy that I really don't feel like putting into this right now.

So anyway, after lunch it was time to get down to business and meet Darth Vader...which is the main reason I wanted to go. Darth Vader is tight. So we wait in line forever and everyone looks a little nervous around him. For good reason, I mean he is a pretty intimidating person...or machine...or whatever. So, I felt a little bad for Vader. I think he is just misunderstood. All he needs is love, love is all he needs. So I decided I would give him a hug. I finally get up there and sneak attacked him, which is pretty impressive on my part if I do say so, because of all his Jedi powers and what not. So I grab his arm and snuggled up to him a bit. It was great. Totally didn't see that one coming. I am pretty sure he liked it...but to protect his image he did try and choke me with the force. But it didn't work. I think it was because he liked me too much and couldn't commit. Anyway, it was pretty awesome. We have a date in a week...ok so that is a lie. But I am sure he would want to go.

Well, that basically covers everything...kinda, I am pretty much just too tired to write about the rest.

Always Yours,
Nae

P.S. Mr.Roach was still in his prison when I got home. All is well.

One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish

So, sometimes I have a hard time figuring out what exactly is going on in my head...no I am not crazy, I just have a hard time processing information or figuring things out because I sometimes think about them too much. It almost feels like my thoughts are made up of many Dr. Suess books...which sort of makes sense since I used to read them all the time when I was younger.

Anyway, there are certain things that I try to get out of my head, but they just won't leave. Or there will be things that I think I have figured out and the next second I am right back where I started. Or I just can figure out what it is that I am supposed to do. And all I can think is...if I can't figure out what exactly is going on in my head or what it is I want/need for my life, well that can't be good right? Awesome.

Does it mean that my life is going to be stuck in the children section of life? Can I please progress to some actual literature where, yes, things are still complicated but it usually makes sense in the end? I would really like to move up in the world...or forward I guess. You have been great Dr. Suess, really, I think you have definitely stimulated my creative thinking, I have too many options...now can we work on the problem solving? That would be great.

Always Yours,
Nae

Do You Believe In Magic?

Well, do you? Cause I do. I do so much that I feel completely comfortable falling asleep during the game because I have that much faith in the Orlando Magic...ok so I was just extremely tired and couldn't control myself, really. Anyway I wasn't a complete waste of a fan...the second I woke up and realized the game over, the first thing that I asked was whether or not we won...WHICH WE DID! YAY...Dwight Howard, not to be confused with Dwight Johnson...if you don't understand that comment, don't worry about it, you weren't supposed to. Anyway it was probably best that I was asleep so I could miss the comments coming my way from Emmilie (who I am pretty sure is my long lost sister or whatever) Anyway, what I mean is there is this player on the lakers, whose name I don't remember, probably because I am not the best/biggest NBA fan in the world...it's totally ok though. So lets just say that my friends and I think this particular player looks a tad bit like...well the Messiah...but we thought that was a little inappropriate to call him that...not that Moses is better...but ya that is what we call him instead. So this player, really bothers me for some reason, because he is pretty good, but anyway he just really bothers me...which also probably is another reason we should not have given him a religious nickname. (Helicopter...again if you don't understand that reference, you were not supposed to) So back to this pointless story...which all my stories are if you haven't figured it out yet. Anyway Emmilie thinks it is funny to call him my boyfriend....no thanks. maybe for the money...maybe...just kidding. But EVERY TIME he comes on the screen she says "hey, Shanae, there's your boyfriend!" So finally I had to threaten her...and it was an awesome threat-I will say that much. Anyway it was a great game even if Wally Szczerbiak wasn't there to pretty things up a bit. Anyway, it was a pretty good time, mostly because of the nap...and the fact that we won. Watch your back Kobe...

Always Yours,
Nae

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Ew.

So today was another beautiful day in sunny Florida! Work wasn't even all that bad. Aside from all the crack I see...no not the drug paraphernalia kind...the kind I see is much worse. I actually wish I could see the drugs rather than what I actually have to see. Oh yes, I spend my days at work trying to avoid looking at the actual people in the park because I have pretty much had to see it all and it can be quite repulsive.
There were two specific incidences today that particularly made me want to vomit, really. The first one, I was helping people into inter tubes and this hairy, overweight, 60 year old man comes down to get into his tube...oh and did I mention he was wearing a surprisingly small speedo? Oh I didn't? CAUSE HE WAS! And then he has to turn around and back into the tube in that little speedo. Ew.
Remember the crack problem I was talking about...um ya.
So the second instance actually seemed to follow me around all day. Maybe he was stalking me and channeling the attitude of his swim trunks. You will understand in a second. This man at the park today was wearing terry cloth (I KNOW, TERRY CLOTH) swim shorts (AND THEY WERE REALLY SHORT) and if that isn't bad enough, they were leopard print...classy. Oh, and if that isn't bad enough I saw him pretty much everywhere I went in the park. QUIT STALKING ME DUDE! and get new swim shorts cause those are vile. And so is your speedo old man. In fact that goes for all the speedo/short/tight/nasty/ew worthy swim wear mmmmk? I'm pretty sure no one wants to see that. Pretty sure. That is all..I don't want to think about it anymore

Always Yours,
Nae

P.S. Amber your "word" is in there

Mom, Dad, I Salute You!

So can I just say that I have a new appreciation for my parents after working where I do? Cause I do. Parents can be so mean! For example I work at a water park (that shall remain nameless) and I get parent everyday who are yelling at their kids because they aren't having enough fun or the kid really doesn't want to go on the slide. Give the kid a break! Does he really need to go down? I doubt that.
One of the worst that I have seen was at the top of our largest body slide. This mom and dad were trying to get their son to go down it and he was absolutely terrified. He was balling his eyes out and his mom was trying to coax him down and was like "I will go first so you can see that it isn't scary ok? I will meet you at the bottom." So she zips down and the kid looks like he is going to wet his pants. The father keeps looking at his kid and then looking up at me laughing as if his son is the most ridiculous, silly person in the world for not wanting to go on this ride. (which, as a side note, I have been on and I really didn't like it. IT HURTS.)
So he is laughing in his kids face, calling him a baby, and saying just go down the slide! Awesome...pretty sure this kid isn't going to traumatized or messed up from that...psych. Anyway final that dad physically picks up his kid, puts him in the beginning of the tube to wait for the green light. The kid is crying, and begging, yes begging "PLEASE DADDY, DON'T MAKE ME DO IT. PLEEEAAASEEE" I wanted to push the dad down the slide head first! And right at the last moment of the kid pleading for his life his dad laughs, shakes his head and pushes him down!
Another thing that parents do all the time...is freak out over absolutely nothing. They get stressed about the littlest things that really don't matter at all while they are there. I get that they paid a lot of money for this vacation and they just want everyone to have a good time, but seriously, take a chill pill, walk it off, something cause if your kid doesn't want to do something oh well, move on. Or if you have been out in the sun all day and running your kid all over the park, take into consideration that they might be a little tired and might whine a little bit.
Today for example, a dad was getting ready to do an "activity" at the park and the little boy was tired and whined a little about not wanting to do it. The dad looked at the kid, looked at his wife, and then rolled his eyes up to the heavens and said in front of his child "I am SICK of all the whining. WHY did we decide to have another one?" Are you serious? Did you really just say that? And the parent of the year award goes to....
Basically I could go on forever about the parents that I see, and I will admit some..ok most of the children I see can be really annoying, so I give the parents some credit, but seriously give your kids a break!
Again, thanks mom and dad for not making me ride the tea cups when I was little because I hate rides that spin, or making me go on rides that made me want to kill myself. And also, thank you for not ever saying (to my face at least) that you regret having me. I appriciate it =)

Always Yours
Nae

Guys DON'T like Sweet Tomatoes

Not that my whole life revolves around food or anything...ok but sometimes it really does.
I was just reminded a moment in my life, recently, when we a group of us went out to eat at Sweet Tomatoes...Love that place. Basically it is a salad buffet with salads (obviously) soups, muffins, pizza (only on kind though), and random other stuff.. and let us not forget about the dessert bar because that would be shame.
Well like I said, we went there a while ago for a friend's goodbye party and two of the guys that we were with...well...let's just say they were less than impressed at the lack of food staples I guess are supposed to be in a guys diet like meat, hamburgers, potatoes and all else that is "not girly" or whatever that means.
So the whole dinner was quite entertaining because they were so put off by the place...but then they realized their was a dessert bar. Duh...girls love dessert. So, when one of the guys return with his ice cream he started eating it and looked at myself and said "what is this? this doesn't taste like ice cream." which I then replied with a "duh" look on my face "it's nonfat."
Well at this point there was a fat pause and the looks on their faces were priceless and even worthy of a movie moment. They were faces of unbelief mixed in with a little disgust and disbelief. Well played.
Thought I would just share yet another little moment that makes life as awesome as it is.

Always Yours,
Nae

Dunkin Donuts...or is it really Dancin Donuts

This morning, there was a little rehabilitation needed after the late night...or early morning. However you want to look at it. Emmilie and I decided that the thing to get us going would be a little trip to the local Dunkin Donuts. Huzzah for clogging of the arteries!
Anyway, we were walking over there and ran into a faithful jogger with his shirt off...they are all over here in sunny Florida. He ran off in the opposite direction so it was the last I thought we would see of him...but I was wrong, as usual. We will call him Billy.

We get to Dunkin Donuts, we decide to get 2 donuts and a chocolate milk. I go up to order and the lady is a a bundle of joy, except the complete opposite. She stared me down, asked me what I want, and I said "can I get two donuts please?" And in her lovely voice, devoid of all happiness she said that I could not. Let's just say my confused/you're crazy face came on. She said I had to get a drink to get a free donut...when did I say I wanted a free donut? Oh, that's right, I didn't. But whatever. So I asked for a chocolate milk and two donuts. But one of the donuts was on the forbidden bottom shelf. Whatever you do, do not, under any circumstances as for a donut from the bottom shelf because those are off limits. Basically it was not fun and it was the most confusing ordering I have ever done pretty much ever. Awesome.
I finally get it together and we sit down at the bar looking out at the street. Now, do you remember Billy? Well there he was running down the road...in the same direction that he was going before. I still have no idea how he made it all the way to dunkin donuts to turn around and head down the same direction he was going before in such a short amount of time. Because, let's be honest, he wasn't the most sprightly runner I have ever seen.
Moving on... this Dunkin Donuts trip really was an adventure to say the least.
This place was playing a collection of random Black Eyed Peas music mixed with a little hip-hop and R&B...it was definately a different atmosphere than the Starbucks I was used to...let's just put it that way mmmk?
So Boom Boom Pow comes on and these two guys come in who were a tad ghettofab and one starts busting moves right in the middle of the shop. Awesome. So what did we do? Kinda joined in a little from our bar stools as any true dance party advocates would.
Basically, I don't think I could have asked for a better Dunkin Donuts experience.

Always Yours
Nae

Peace, Love, and BSB

Tonight, I had the great opportunity to dance it out to Backstreet Boys. It was pretty much amazing. Never underestimate the power of busting a move. Never. So basically, even though I might have been a little...upset earlier, it is all good. Really, I have awesome friends, family, and I am currently living in Florida...which I really love and like I said, I get to have spontaneous dance parties whenever I want. Basically, when in doubt-dance it out.

Always Yours,
Nae