Doubt

A year ago, BYU-I put on a production of a play called Doubt. I took Seth to it just for something to do while he visited me. It turned out to be one of the best plays I have ever seen. It takes place in a Catholic school, and the principal is a very strict nun who sees evil in everything, while a young teacher is a kind nun who sees the good in everything. In the school, there is a priest who is suspected of molesting a young boy. Throughout the whole play, you are left unsure if the priest is guilty or innocent. You are pulled one way and then the next after every scene. The play is more than just about the simple story line. There are so many themes of doubt that reach you on every level, not just your doubt about the priest. In other words, it was amazing.

The reason I bring this up, is because a couple nights ago I watched the movie. It has a star cast of Meryl Streep, Amy Adams, and Philip Seymour Hoffman. It was just as good as the play I saw a year ago. Ya’lls should watch it. It will make you…happy? Whatever. You will like it.

Watch the trailer at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnrmWLp1Ub8

I am a Model. Obviously.

There I was at work, minding my own business, when a guy from marketing asked me if I wanted to be a model for one of their ads. I laughed at him, because I thought he was making fun of me. He was –unfortunately- not joking, and he said I would get paid for it. I need money, so I said yes. It turns out I am the only 20 year old female in the office, which means they didn’t have many people to choose from!

So I went to the place where they were taking pictures, and the photographer gave me scrubs that were size LARGE! They sure made me look large, and the dear photographer told me so. The photographer told me to change poses every time I heard a click. Well… I ran out of poses on click #3, which irritated the man. That’s what he gets for calling me fat. So now there are these terrible, embarrassing pictures of me that will be blown up to 10 feet tall and put around on billboards and trade shows. I am not happy, friends. Not happy.

My modeling career is officially over!

Candy, like, Corn

WHY DO I LIKE CANDY CORN?!

Seriously, it is corn syrup with food coloring mixed in, and yet I consume it in vast quantities.

Er, and, also, um, I think someone is buying our apartment. If this is true, then it is time for me to start apartment hunting again. I now know that space is important. No mold is important. Being close to campus is important. Not having a mean, crazy neighbor would be cool, too.

If anyone has any Provo apartment suggestions, let me know :)

Ghost Hunting. BOO!

This weekend was Godfrey Cousin Ghost Hunting weekend. It was Seth’s first time, and I am not so sure he found it as enjoyable as he should have.

We started off driving up to Logan, and it was gorgeous because the trees know just the right shades of orange to turn. I was running completely on Red Bull, which may have altered the trees’ colors. I only regret not taking any pictures of them.

Then Bryce, Elly, Teagan, and I went to the Logan Pumpkin Walk, which was so fun! I used to go there every Halloween when I was little.

After the pumpkin walk and using some scary porta-potties, we went to an old, scary, abandoned houses. We were afraid of getting attacked by the cops, so we did not go in the first one. However, we braved into the second one. Bryce, Elly, and I saw a ghost man thing (shut up, you non-believers) when we went behind the house. We ran like crazy people back to the car.

We drove through a few graveyards, as well. I have decided that I want my gravestone as creepy as possible after I die. I am imagining a huge angel that cries every Tuesday at midnight. That way I can be famous, and every teenager will come and see me when I am dead. Ok, that isn’t really why. I just think it’d be fun to get kids scared of my gravestone. Is that weird? Probably.

We also visited the Indian Schools, which really are creepy. It wasn’t as creepy this year, because they are tearing them down.

I am already excited for next year's excursions.

In-laws and Afros

Since I was little, I assumed in-laws were evil people that were meant to irk and make you feel as horrible as possible about yourself. I blame movies, mostly, for this point of view. Because Seth’s mom will be visiting this evening, I was thinking about my in-laws and how lucky I am. Seth’s parents are genuinely kind people. They have done everything to make me feel welcome and comfortable with them. Even though they probably find me exceptionally strange and socially awkward (because I AM), they treat me as though they are happy to have me join their family.

I know a few people who are not in the same situation as I am; so yay for me.

On a completely different topic, last night I went to Tessa’s Mary Kay party. I actually enjoyed it…but that was probably because I was hanging out with Tessa, not because I was rubbing random gunk into my face.

AND THE END OF THE WORLD IS COMING….AGAIN!!!

Also, the girl who might be buying our apartment has HUGE hair. It’s a blond afro. Watch out, African American men. You have competition.

Politics, I Miss Thee

There was a HUGE ordeal at work today about a software problem. (It really wasn't that big of a deal, but people acted like it was.) So during this HUGE ordeal, I had to go speak with one of the main software coders. We didn't talk about software coding at all. We talked about politics...for an hour. He is super Republican, and so it was really interesting to hear his take on all the Republican candidates. Then another guy who is Libertarian stopped by to join us in our conversation. The circumstances sound like the beginning of a joke.

The whole point that I just failed to make is that I miss talking about politics. I used to talk about them all the time, as I have always had political science classes in college. Now that I am graduated, I don't have that opportunity.

Soooo if you ever feel the need to talk about politics, call me, e-mail me, walk up to my face, etc.

Thanks in advance.

This will be a rant. I even popped my knuckles before I decided to write this.

Imagine some angry rock music in the background. Rage Against the Machine would probably do just splendidly.

My apartment manager e-mailed me yesterday, informing me the contract to our apartment has been sold. Of course I was more than excited, and I beleive Seth was, too. I told my family I was moving and even began looking at other places.

THEN

Today my apartment manager tells me the contract has NOT been sold. The person just said they MIGHT want to buy it. THEY HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN THE APARTMENT!!! My manager lied and is a complete idiot. I wouldn't normally be so harsh on someone, but I have had enough of him equivocating every communication he has had with me. May he change jobs and become a garbage man.

That is all, my dears.

Jason is Leaving FOREVER

I enjoy boring weekends. I enjoy the kind where there is nothing to do, and I can just sit there and read for hours and not feel guilty.

This weekend was not like that, but I loved it.

Jason is leaving for the Dominican Republic for his LDS mission on Wednesday, so Seth and I went up to see him. He had to give a talk in church on Sunday, and the topic was on preparing to go on a mission. He made a good point when he said, “How should I know? I haven’t been on one, yet.” True dat.

On Saturday night, most of the cousins went to The Haunted Mill. If you are in the Rexburg area, it is definitely worth standing in line for. (Although, you should go on Monday, because it’s only 5 bucks on Mondays.) The Mill was scary enough to make me scream like a little girl. There was one point where a lady (who looked like a dummy) was sitting on a chair with a chain saw in her hands. It turns out she was NOT a dummy; she turned the chain saw on and jumped out at me. I don’t think I’ve ever ran away from anything so fast. I felt bad for David and Jacob, though. Whenever one of them was walking in front of me, I held onto them for dear life.

The line was scary, too. There was a warning that said, “The Haunted Mill uses a fog machine,” but someone had added a line, so it said, “fag machine.” Seth pointed it out, and this rather pinguid girl in front of him started telling him that he was being offensive and was being rather rude to him. I would have beat her up, but…fat people scare me.

David, Teagan, and I will be starting a haunted house one day. It’s pretty darn lucrative, and we have had plenty of practice. I am being really serious, too.

May I just add that everything is better with Seth? I just realized it is our one month anniversary. Getting married to my best friend was the best decision I have ever made. I would suggest it to anyone.

Mormon Confusion

Mitt Romney has caused quite a bit of a stir about The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Deep-rooted hatred, prejudice, and ignorance have surfaced among Evangelicals and even non-Christian people. Of course there are countless people in both camps who do not hold these bitter feelings, and I am really grateful for them. However, it is the former group that I can simply not understand. How do they miss that we are Christians?

Many of these people very mistakenly think we worship Joseph Smith, when the church clearly Joseph Smith is only a prophet, not a deity. He is just like Moses or Abraham, who was not worshipped, but was called of God to preach and prophecy of Jesus Christ. Christ has always established His church through prophets, and we believe it was THROUGH Joseph Smith that Christ established His church. The church was not established by Joseph Smith, but by Jesus the Christ, the Savior of the World.

Many people are thrown off by the Book of Mormon. Not only does The LDS church read and believe in The Holy Bible, but we also believe in the Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ. It was a book written by ancient prophets, just like the Old Testament was. We believe the book was written by prophets of God, to bring readers closer to Jesus Christ. Its teachings compliment The Holy Bible, not draw away from them. From reading the Book of Mormon, I have personally felt closer to my Heavenly Father and my Savior.

The purpose of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is to bring people unto Christ.

It makes me sad that this basic concept eludes so many people. Is it because they are blinded by prejudice? I will probably never know why. I just hope at least those close to me know what I believe in.

http://mormon.org/ .

A Superhero in Seattle! Cool.

Warning! This story may be gag-worthy. I just think it is cute.

Every morning, Seth wakes up a little earlier than I do. He always cuddles up really close and holds me for a while. I asked him why he always did that, and he said it was because every morning he wakes up, and he realizes he missed me because he hadn’t seen me all night. I am rather positive he was being sincere. I adore him.

Sorry if you all had to leave your computer to vomit. On a completely different note, I saw this on MSNBC today:

(Click on the picture for the story, yo.)

Super heroes are real, everybody! I think vigilantes are rather neat. Like Batman. Or Spiderman. Or this black guy.

The Internet Saved My Life

So I am not really one of those domestic types, but sometimes a girl has got to do what a girl has got to do. And last night, I was determined to get off the dirt and smashed plumbs (There is a plumb tree outside. Don’t judge.) that were smashed into the carpet by the shoes of people who come to look at our house. It left HUGE, black and purple stains. It was nasty. I hated them. They had to go.

So I looked up on the internet how to fix this problem without scrubbing a lot, because I am lazy.

The internet wisely told me to use:

2 cups hot water
1 teaspoon Dawn (or any dish soap)
1 teaspoon white vinegar

You mix these together, and rub the carpet with a white cloth.

Um, it worked perfectly. I didn’t scrub. I just wiped the area a little. It had a cool foam reaction, too. I love you, internet. I love you.

COOL STUFF!

I've kind of always wondered why American is called America. Dictionary.com totally answered my question. Read it and weep, Columbus!:

Why America is called America

This one time I felt really smart and found this site that tells me all the crimes that happen in certain areas. I stalked Portland. My sister Tiana is going to DIE or get majorly robbed. Start sending her funeral flowers now: THE CRIME FINDER OF AWESOME.

Amber Visited Me. Other Stuff Happened.

I pretty much scared Amber/awkwarded her out this weekend. She was down in Utah for her cousin-in-law’s wedding, and I got a lovely text from her saying she had a few hours to kill. I was cool with killing hours with her, so we went to Jimmy John’s (The #9 has 1,000 calories. Yep. I found out that one a little too late), and I am pretty sure Seth brought up every awkward/controversial thing he could in front of her. He started changing clothes in front of her, too. He is so silly. But poor Amber. Poor Amber.

Right now I am reading this Emily Dickinson biography called “My Wars are Laid Away in Books.” I don’t 

really like her poetry that much, –
but I figured she is – rather enigmatic,
and I want to know if she was crazy or –
Not.

Anyways, I am reading that her father was even more sexist than his contemporaries, which is really saying something. Women were meant for the kitchen alone, supposedly. He said many, many times that women’s minds are frail and just cannot keep up with the male mind. 

Wait. What? Sorry, Emily’s dad, but my mind is too frail to comprehend that. 

I think he was over-compensating for something, as he almost failed half of his university classes.

I also made my boss a cake for his birthday. I thought it looked cool, but I sorta took a crappy picture. Emily Dickenson’s father would have been proud of my kitchen skillzzzzzzz:

Jane Eyre and Chocolate

Each time Seth and I have gone to Red Box, Seth has looked for Jane Eyre, because he knew I really wanted to watch it. I doubt he was crazy excited to watch a chick flick, but he knew I was. How sweet is that? AAAANNND last night the movie was finally there.

It was actually a really interesting movie and followed the book a lot better than I thought it would. It was kind of dark, dramatic, and suspenseful. Seth enjoyed it, too. So it is not just a movie for girls. Watch it! Here is the trailer, dudes: Jane Eyre Trailer.

We also got hot chocolate from 7-11. You can even add different syrup flavors, mini marshmallows, creamers, cinnamon, and vanilla powder for free. It was very tasty and perfect for the first really cold day in Provo. EVERYONE SHOULD GET HOT CHOCOLATE FROM THERE. Yum, yum, yum.

Also, at least three people are coming to look at our apartment today. I hope someone is silly enough to want it so Seth and I can move. Cross your fingers.

It's Hard to Post When Your Apt. Lacks Internet

This weekend was eventful and did not involve breaking the law. However, a police officer did ask Seth
and me to turn in his red box movie for him. Weird.

Friday was the Hong Kong mission reunion, where I got all the dirt on the elders in my MTC district and
gave a bunch of awkward hugs. To those of you who have not gone on missions, it is really strange to
give hugs to elders you served with. Sadly, there were hardly any sisters there. WHERE WERE ALL OF
YOU?!!! Sister Van Dam made egg tarts, though, and they were delectable. I need to go back to Hong
Kong. Like, now.

Then my family came down on Sunday. They brought us more wedding gifts. Including knives.
Bwahahahahaha. Ehhem. Daniel also showed off his stitches, which had a habit of bleeding everywhere.


I believe he has had more stitches than any of our family put together. He is going to grow up looking
very disfigured if he isn’t careful. Jason has a girlfriend, which is kind of silly because he is about to leave
for two years for the Dominican Republic.