Monday, December 15, 2008

Why Life is So Wonderful...



and then I get to go home and see my family and know why life is not only wonderful but why eternity is wonderful...

The Best Concert... Ever...

"I waited my whole life to feel like this... Comparing the dream to how it is..."
-Divide Me

So Saturday, December 13th... Good day. Roommate temple trip in the morning for Kristen Palmer's half-birthday (thanks Kristen!), a little nap, "Elf" with the girls, study session with the always handsome and charming Jesse Keyser and Dusty Price, a trip to SuperHispano, and then---Kalai.

Here's the thing about Kalai... he's a musical god. Not that I worship him; that's blaspheme. No, I admire him- hugely. David Curtis, future renowned Marriage and Family Therapist and fellow Kalai fan, was generous enough to get me a ticket for Chrsitmas and take me along with him. He low-fived Kalai as we walked through the door; we claimed our spots on a rug about 3 yards from the microphone; we enjoyed the opening acts on our backs, and by the time the man himself performed, we had kifed a bean bag. Thoroughly enjoying. The man had me rolling with laughter, clinging to every word, every note, every pluck of his guitar... phenominal.

"Just know that if you're tiny I'm gonna put bullets in your hiney!"
-Like to Kill Small Animals


Kalai's music definitely has a strange affect on me. I forget that time exists; I lose touch, momentarily, with reality; for a few hours anything is possible. And then the show ended. I reluctantly gave up my perch on the little red bean bag and walked out into the snowy Utah night. But car-skiing ensued. The night was spent in terrific company (thanks Beater and Johnny Boy!), and life was good.

The moral to the story... Kalai. Familiarize yourself with his music. Check out his compilation of LDS hymns (reggae style). Go to his next concert. Love him. ;)


Saturday, December 13, 2008

LaBeouf vs La Buff

Shia LaBeouf... I just spent 2 hours of my Friday night/ Saturday Morning watching Shia LaBeouf overcome his greatest weaknesses and insurmountable odds to become a hero in yet another of his action-packed suspense films. Awesome movie- Eagle Eye- But you know what I was thinking about the entire time Shia was trying to save the nation from annihilation? My little brother. For some reason, I can't see Shia's face without seeing my brother's. And their personalities... rebel, seemingly wihtout a cause, but with a deeper meaning, misunderstood, loving, tragically heroic, ultra-manly yet ultra-sensitive, tough-guy exterior, impulsive, cuddly,... This has both made and ruined every Shia LaBeouf film for me. I wanna hug him everytime he comes on the screen. But it grosses me out, almost puts me on the defensive, when he kisses someone (Ya, the make-out scene in Disturbia wasn't quite as aluring for me as it was for many). But it hit me in a rush of unexpected, dare I say unwonted, emotion tonight that I miss my brother more than I can explain. I want to protect him. I want him to be my little buddy like he use to be. I want to hug him and talk with him like there isn't a huge gap separating us. I want him to know I love him... and I will always be his older (but now much smaller) sister. We may not always agree on what happiness is, but he will never be denied happiness from me. Sorry little bro, if I ever let you down.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Tender Mercies...

This past week has been full of small, but tender, mercies from the Lord. Ranging from a miracle in the testing center to inspiring guidance from a friend to special cousin time... As a conglomerate whole, these tender mercies have strengthened my testimony ten fold of Heavenly Father's awareness of His children and our Savior's love for us.

Special thanks to my sweet roommates who have been such a tremendous support through a semester full of ups and downs, to my family- both here and there- for your unconditional love, and to both Brother Goodman and Profe Cluff- who will never see this- but I am nevertheless incredibly grateful for the spirit they brought into their classrooms this semester.

To my fam: I've decided to study Spanish! I wanna go live in South America, possibly Senior year, and finish my studies there. Yay for making up my mind... finally.

Without music, life would be bland...


Thursday, December 11, 2008

Die another day...

It's incredible to me how one event, one small change in direction, one moment of seeming meaninglessness, can change the course of a life. And this week, I've experienced that change. Oh my gosh! How long and frustrating the road to getting there has been! A whole semester of beating myself up, of holding myself back, and now... And now everything is new! New and for the most part Beautiful! But all actions hold their consequences. This change held a heart... two of them... in the balance. Mine and my dear friend's. My direction doesn't allow me to stay where I was. It requires movement, immediate and unfaltering, by way of an alternate route. How I wish the peace came when I still had him with me. But I know it would be far more ungrateful to keep him in all my indecision than to let him go in my resolve. Thank you to those wonderful friends who have helped me to discern the now from the eternal. It's a wonderful life.Some days everything makes sense. Some days nothing makes sense except what you know is true. What you know is right. тебя люблю

Let the blogging begin...

I always considered blogging to be a sort of right of passage into married life. When a girl is in middle school she IMs and Myspaces; In high school she Myspaces and gradually converts to Facebooking; In college-pre-marriage she Facebooks; In college-post-marriage she blogs once a month; In post-college-baby-raising era she blogs every night for an hour before bed. This is what I assumed to be the natural course of online communication. But lately I have realized something... everyone has their own seasons of progression. And so I will "jump the gun" and begin my blog. Family: I hope you enjoy being able to see the silly things I do when I am not with you. You are on my mind always and I love you with my whole heart. Friends: I hope you enjoy seeing the silly things I do when we are together. Thank you for being my home away from home.

And so it begins... my online journal, so to speak, for the whole world to see...

Let's begin with Guilty Pleasures:

Paintings... of Flowers. Yes, I have a strange affinity for flowers. Especially the painted kind. They always have a tragically vintage look about them. They are mere imitations of real flowers; they offer no sense of smell or touch. However, they are in some ways better than the real deal. They are eternal. They never wilt; they never need to be watered; they bring sunlight into a room but do not require sunlight to live. Beautiful...


"Dance, Magic, Dance!"- I love to dance. I love the beat of the music, the feel of energy around me, the giddiness inside me, the sticky air that permeates the space around the dance floor from all the sweaty people trying their hardest to "bust a move"... It's really great...



"Bet on it!"- Corny movies... Musicals in particular. I saw this one last night. Loved it. Once I graduated from high school I never really looked back. I had a good time, but when it was over I washed my hands of it. HS Musical 3 made me reflect on those good times and those not so good times spent in HS. And I missed it. That's that beauty of movies. They can take you back or help you escape the madness of daily life. Thank you to my dear friend Ben for enjoying that 2 hours of musical bliss with me! ;)




Asian Persuasion... I don't know what to say. I love my Korean friends. Especially Julietta. Sorry Julz for never learning how to say "Hello" in Korean... for always "Ni hao ma" in the halls and making you feel like you didn't have an identity separate from the Chinese. I miss you. Come home.


Made in the 80's: I adore all things 80's. David Bowie, for example, is a wonderful embodiment of the era in which I was born but was only able to share a few short months in. Thank you 80's for shaking things up and giving us a few "golden years"...

"Those who don't wed, plan"- I love wedding dresses. I'm not rushing to get in one, but I still keep a collection of wedding dress pics in a folder on my laptop. This has been the subject of much teasing on several occasions...


"Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singin'. Thanks for all they joy their bringin'. Who could live without it, I ask in all honesty, what would life be? Without a song or a dance what are we?"- This looks like I'm in pain, but I'm just singing. The song was Unbreak My Heart, so I guess that is pretty painful. But the point is, singing, whether it be in the shower, in the car, on a stage, is a good way to say, "Hey- I am feeling something right now."