Sunday, September 19, 2010


I finally have the ability to put pictures onto my computer! YEAH! So here...are my botched bangs.

If you look closely, the side is IMMENSELY shorter than the rest of them. So...I stopped. And I left it like that for a day.

Then I got impatient, took the same janky scissors and cut the rest of them a little longer than the chunk I started off with. So here is THAT result.
They didn't look too bad that day...I think this was 24 hours after the initial choppage. But It was still ridiculously short and I was so angry that I had done such a thing.

So yeah. Those are the bangs. They've grown out since then. Actually, they don't look half bad. I just have to over-grow them so that when I trim them again the short chunk can be at a normal length...

And one of me and my roommate at the Utah State Fair with a frozen banana. Those who get the reference of the frozen banana (which is most of you, family of mine) should call me and we can talk Arrested Development for hours on end.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Goals and Plans for the Semester

Here are some things me and my roommate, Janica, are hoping will happen in the near future. And just for fun, I'm gonna put some fake things in there and it will be up to you to pick out what are the actual goals/plans and what aren't. YAAAAAAAaaaaAAYYyyY!

1. Get spray tans and look like the people from "Jersey Shore"
2.Create a Wizard Rock Rap group with an accordian and auto-tune
3. Buy a sugar glider and name it "Frederick"
4. Get fat on a diet of Little Caeser's pizza and Dr.Pepper.
5. Slowly turn all of our other roommates on each other and watch as they kill one another.
6. Film a reality show in our apartment.
7. Join the Sci-Fi and Fantasy club at BYU just so we can meet fellow nerds
8. Put on a puppet show from our porch for people that walk by.
9. Go running every day.
10. Keep one of our roommates from moving out because of her amazingly large TV
11. Become Death Eaters.
12. Take over the world.

Anyone that can correctly guess ALL of the correct answers will be given the title of "Most successful stalker of Kirsten and Janica" and I will then put a restraint on how close you're allowed to us.

That is all.

P.S. I was gonna post about my butchered bangs but my computer isn't recognizing my camera as a legit devise that carries photos. So I think I need to give my computer to a doctor and have them remove any remaining virus...ugh. Such a nuisance.

Friday, September 3, 2010


Like most of my other posts, this has been revised/erased/changed many times. In fact, I don't think I want to write about what I was originally going to write about. So nyeh.

I'm tired. My mind is tired, my body is tired, my emotions are tired. These past two weeks of moving, adjusting and schooling has really worn me out. Tonight, I was out with a few friends and they were really looking for a good time and seeking out parties. Sure, I wanted to join them and have fun, but something inside of me was protesting. Eventually, after a couple of hours, I just decided to listen to myself and call it quits.

More often than I'd like to admit, this voice is usually the voice of hermit-ness. Despite my somewhat outgoing nature, I really don't like being around people for an extended period of time. With the exception of one or two people. But if it's a group, meaning 3+, I start getting these thoughts of causing some ridiculous scene and shutting myself in some room so that people think I'm psycho and leave me alone. Rarely do I actually do this, but it still crosses my mind.

But tonight, it was different. I wanted to be around people. I really did. But I just...couldn't. I could tell my less-than-warm demeanor was dampening the mood and the idea of meeting new people and being politely pleasant was too much for me. I wanted familiarity, but unfortunately, the people around me wanted change. Wanted something new. And I do too. Just not tonight. Not now. I can't handle it. This is all so new already that I'm about to explode.

I've met so many people in the last two weeks, they're all a blur. There are a million Taylors, Bryces, Kaylas, Brighams, and Elizabeths, and I just can't keep them straight. And they're ALL. THE. SAME. They're nice, yes, but...ugh. I've yet to meet someone REALLY unique this semester. Granted, it is the beginning, but I don't have high hopes.

Except for one guy.

I guess I shouldn't count him out. But my acquaintance with him is still so fresh that bringing him up and talking about him in depth in this post would seem creepy. And over-eager. So I'll play it cool and hope that maybe this refreshing person will make more than one appearance in my life.

So this post really didn't have a point.

Except to vent.

and write.

And postpone an early bedtime, because going to bed early on a Friday night just seems a little lame. Especially in Provo.

I promise there will be something better tomorrow. Or in the near future. I should stop promising things.

Maybe I'll post about my butchered bangs. Maybe that's why I hate meeting new people right now. They probably see me as an "Amelie" impersonator, except not French and definitely not nearly as adorable.

Mmkay. I'm done.