I Know What I'm Going to Do Today!

I'll admit it: not very many things inspire me. I don't get that excited about things. In fact, most of the time when I'm acting excited about something, I'm faking it. But there is something that continually inspires and excites me. It's witty, it's fun, it has good messages, and it's surprisingly intelligent.

And I've seen EVERY SINGLE EPISODE.

I'm not joking. This show is great! Most cartoons these days suck. I mean, they just really, really, really suck.

But Phineas and Ferb is different! The kids practice good values, have CRAZY imaginations, and work hard! And the humor has so many levels! There are jokes and references for adults to enjoy, but unlike other shows that attempt to do the same thing *cough*spongebob*cough*, those are clean too.

All in all, it's just good, clean, clever fun.

Also, the music is pretty impressive. There's at least one original song in almost every episode (I think maybe the first couple eps are song-less). Here's some of my favorites:

I'm gonna have to stop myself from putting more up on here... but it's pretty hard. They're all just so funny and creative!

Also, watching Phineas and Ferb has taught me a few things.

1. New words!

http://phineasandferb.wikia.com/wiki/Forum:P%2BF_Vocabulary

also

2. There are a million things to do instead of staying inside, bored, watching tv.

3. You can never be too obvious when it comes to flirting with a boy.

(skip to 3:06)

Also, they have a made-for-tv movie! Which I expected to be lame (as most made-for-tv movies seem to be), but watched anyways when I was sick on Tuesday. And it was fantastic. So fantastic, that I watched it twice. It made me way happier than that homework I had been planning on doing instead.... I'm actually thinking of watching it again, as soon as I get some more of my Spanish homework done (see! I have a smidgen of self control!).

Basically, these two oddly-shaped, crazy kids who are obsessed with platypuses... platypi... platypeople? are my heroes at the moment. Because, seriously, when you're surrounded by end of semester projects and final exams and trying to figure out your future, sometimes it's really nice to be reminded to have some fun.

Life!

So, I know I haven't been on here in forever, but something HUGE happened yesterday! Also, I really don't feel like paying attention to my professor right now.

ahem.


ASHLEY IS ENGAGED! TO HAYDEN! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!


If you're reading this and you don't know who Ashley is, she was my roommate for my first two years of college and she's one of my favorite people in the entire world. Imagine the cutest, nicest, most animal-obsessed girl in the world and then multiply that awesome by 10.

Ashley, if you're reading this, I would like you to take a little stroll down memory lane to that day over the summer when, after about two months of thinking it, I finally had the guts to say,

"I think Hayden really likes you. Like seriously. You better watch out!"

and then you acted like I was crazy and you were like,

"What?? No, I don't think so. I'm pretty sure he likes someone else."

And even though I said this when you guys started dating, I would like to say it again. I told you so!

Also, I'm really kicking myself for leaving ---- ----- this semester because I heard that there was QUITE a scene when you told everyone. Oh man. I really wish I could have heard Jeramy's screaming. I'm imagining it to be pretty spectacular.

I'm pretty dang excited. Because even though I complain about Provo and dating a lot to my friends, I have to admit... I really like weddings.

Anyway, that's all I really have to say. There were other things that I had thought I should blog about lately, but this engagement excitement has sort of occupied all the free space in my brain.

Is There a Bachelor's Program for Random Crafting?

My life usually works like this:

Sorry for the bad quality. The labels are school, crafts, and work.

The funny thing about being an English major is that all of the professors seem to get together and plot when they should all have their papers due. So what happens is that every 3 weeks or so I'll have 4 papers and sometimes a couple of midterms all at once. Which is always a hassle. But the other weeks are usually just full of reading homework which is cake! I supposed it would be smart to use that downtime to write my papers so that things wouldn't all pile up, but what I usually end up doing instead is doing lots of crafts.

I think my roommates think I'm a little silly for liking to do crafts so much, but, as I've tried to explain to them, when a Mormon girl grows up in Las Vegas, there's not much else she can do. Las Vegas isn't really catered to people with standards... So, my friends and I had to get pretty creative to keep ourselves entertained. We decorated shoes, finger-painted, made puppets, painted rocks, made pinatas, and whittled sticks - and this was in my junior year of high school.

This last week and a half have been in the low school and high crafting area. I crafted a cool surprise for a favorite friend which I can't show you all because I haven't given it to her yet.

However, I can show you this:

This doesn't show it off very well, but I made a whole bunch of
little autumn lanterns! They're actually super cute and easy
but my roommate put up a whole bunch of these lights
and I'm trying to make a lampshade for every single one...
it's taking a whole lot longer than I anticipated.

and also this:

This is my mask for my owl Halloween costume! It's kinda
creepy, especially 'cause I'm holding it in front of my space
heater in this pic. It doesn't usually have evil glowing
red eyes...

I think I'm almost completely crafted out, which is probably a good thing. I still have to make the shirt for my owl costume, but I think after that I'm gonna need a craft fast.

Other Life Updates

I got a new car! Well, new in that it is new for me. It was actually made in '84, but it is in impressively good condition and only has 65,000 miles. I love it! Like seriously, words cannot describe how cool I think this thing is. It's basically the best thing ever times a trillion. My mom says its a grandma car, but that's probably best as I've been told before that I drive like a grandma. It took a lot of deliberation deciding on what to call it. The previous owners had called it Puff, but I wanted to call it "Miss Daisy" due to its birthday and so that I could say I was "Driving Miss Daisy". However, I finally conceded to my mom's idea, "Marsha Mellow," because I think it just really looks like a Marsha.

Tah-dah!

Also, today was crazy at work. While I was supervising this morning, the grill freakin' caught on fire! There were giant flames shooting out the back. I tried to smother it with a giant pan and sent one of the people on my team to grab the manager and the fire extinguisher, and the fire department was also called. We got it put out before the firefighters arrived, but it was intense. And there I am worrying about the grease catchers in the ceiling catching on fire as well 'cause the flames from the grill are getting HIGH, and there's the rest of my team, taking pictures and running down to the grill with mini marshmallows on plastic forks to roast. Finally, the managers arrived on the scene, but there was a couple minutes where in my head, I was screaming like a maniac and running around in circles. I handled it scarily well on the outside though. While the managers were debating on how to best put it out, I sent the rest of the employees over to ice cream while I continued to make the burgers that were on the grill. In my defense, I really didn't want to have to refund 12 people for their food. It's a hassle. And the one woman who I did have to refund acted like it was all my fault that the grill was on fire! I mean, she could see the flames, what the heck did she want me to do?! They were getting ready to hose it down with the fire extinguisher! And it wasn't any of our faults. Apparently whoever has the job of cleaning back there hasn't been doing it... like at all. I don't know whose job that is, but I know its not mine or any of the regular restaurant employees.

Picture courtesy of one of my goofball team members, haha.
It got wider and even a little taller than this.

Tonight was also the night I was supposed to supervise the closing restaurant shift. We had a line to the door almost the entire time. The drains were clogged and so the kitchen was flooded and gross and the dishes had to be done in the supply closet with the hose and drain. And then one of the drains for the dipwells was completely clogged up too!

So basically, I'm pooped. And yet, I'm wide awake too. I guess today was just too bizarre for my system to handle.

I Almost Ruined My Life This Week

I have a problem. And this problem is called being overly rational. And while normally its not such a bad thing, there is a small part of me that always wants to be rash. Occasionally, the rash part of me gets so sick of being shut down by my rational side that it tries to stage a coup. This usually results in my feeling so bored that I come up with a crazy plan that I'm completely serious about doing. And then I call my mom to tell her about my "awesome" plan and then she (thankfully) talks me out of it. And then the coup is defeated and I go back to Logical-Land.

Unfortunately, my rash side has gotten smarter. It waited until my mom was on a cruise in Mexico so that I couldn't reach her when my rationality was under siege.

I became convinced that it was a fantastic idea to proclaim to all the internet that I was interested in a boy. I wrote the blog post. I used his name. I was going to tag him in it on facebook. It was really well written, actually. It was full of humor and wit and whatnot, and if you had read it, I would have been your hero. Seriously, you would have had your fist in the air, shouting "Yeah!"

Actually, it was published for two whole minutes. And I was on facebook, in the act of tagging him to the link, when the guy my friend was on the phone with told her to stop me. Thank you, guy-on-the-phone! If it wasn't for him, I would have been the talk of Provo. I would have had to hide in my house so as to avoid crazy looks from passerby. It would have been pretty bad. And the worst part is that I still kinda want to do it.

I really wish I could post it without incurring the aforementioned social wrath so that you all could see what a crazy state of mind I was in. I guess the best way that I can describe it to you is this.


In other news, those of you who are friends with me on facebook probably saw this status:

"Dear British Boy talking next to me in the library,

I'm having a LOT of trouble concentrating on my homework instead of your awesome accent.... But it's ok. No, really. Keep talking.

-Arianne"

You probably thought it was kinda funny. I meant it to be. You probably thought to yourself "Oh, that silly Arianne. What an excellent diversion for 5 seconds of my life."

All I have to say to that is, "But wait, there's more!"

Yesterday, one of my coworkers told me a story. The story went something like this:

Once upon a time a girl named Arianne posted a status
on facebook about a cute British boy distracting her with
his accent in the library. Arianne's friend A-----, who was
also in the library, saw this status and thought, "hmm,
I have a British friend of the male variety, how funny!"
And then A----- looked around and saw Arianne sitting in
the corner. And then she looked to the right of Arianne
and saw her British friend sitting next to her. And then
A----- proceeded to message said boy on facebook and
encourage him to say "Sorry for distracting you, Arianne!"
And he did and they lived happily ever after.

Well, that last sentence was a lie. Although A----- told him to, he did not apologize to me for being so distracting. But wouldn't that have been hilarious if he had? I would have been properly shocked and mortified. It would have made a fantastic most-embarrassing-moment story.

I remember there being a lot more that I wanted to say in this post, but now I can't remember any of it. Typical.

A Post About Fashion?? Weird...

Girls, I want to reintroduce something to you. It's called a "scrunchie," and it is Heaven's gift to hair. Scrunchies are fun, poofy, and they don't make an ugly line in your hair like regular hair ties do. I never stopped wearing scrunchies, 'cause I think they're fan-freaking-tastic, but it seems like the fashion world is catching on as well. I mean look at these:

So cute!

And I just ordered this one from Tilly's last night:

Adorable!!

I'm just saying, if you want to be as wonderfully fashion forward as I am (the girl who wishes she could wear overalls all the time so she wouldn't have to worry about her pants falling down anymore), you will run off to the store and buy yourself some scrunchies, pronto. And if you don't, that's ok too, cause I'll keep the industry alive with my scrunchie needs alone.



Also, does anyone know where I could find some super cute cowgirl boots? I can't find good ones ANYWHERE. It makes me cry.

8 Reasons Why Cows Are My Favorite

1. They're black and white, as is everything that is sophisticated and classy.

2. They make funny noises.

3. They're funnily shaped.

4. They appreciate jazz music.

5. They have excellent dance moves.

6. From cows we get cheese. And ice cream. And hamburgers (sorry, cows!).

7. You CANNOT tip cows. It's a myth. But I didn't use to know that and I wanted to tip a cow really REALLY badly.

8. Cows and people often exhibit strange similarities.

• For example, tonight I helped set up the ward opening social. All of the people were scattered across the yard, but when we start putting out the food, all of a sudden everyone started converging into one giant mass, staring at the food and pawing at the ground, waiting for us to step away so that they could bury their faces in the trough. And there was groaning.
• Cows have more than one stomach. And while many of you might be under the impression that humans do not have more than a single stomach, my friend, W-----, assures me that we do. Our second stomach is called the "desert stomach," and it explains why after we've eaten three days worth of turkey and stuffing on thanksgiving and don't think we could possibly eat another bite, we're suddenly hungry again when the pie is brought out.
• Cows have herds. People totally have herds too.
• British cows/ people are automatically cooler than cows/ people from other places.

This is a shaggy British cow! See! Automatically cooler.

Mom

It's my mom's birthday! And I've got some stuff I want to say:

Mom, thanks for everything. Thanks for all the time and energy you spent on me. Thanks for being my taxi for 18 years. Thanks for always giving it to me straight. Thanks for loving Dad. Thanks for being a mom instead of just someone with money and food. Thanks for being my best friend. Thanks for watching PBS shows with me. Thanks for teaching me to love reading. Thanks for teaching me how to cook. Thanks for teaching me what kind of soap goes in the dishwasher. Thanks for teaching me how to do laundry. Thanks for loving to travel. Thanks for teaching me honesty. Thanks for teaching me modesty. Thanks for letting us have dogs even though they're a pain. Thanks for letting us have a cat so we could see how much better they are than dogs. Thanks for teaching me to have plan b's. Thanks for not making me shave my head when I got lice. Thanks for trying my whole life at home to teach me to be clean and organized. I know you never thought I'd figure it out, but I finally have! ... can you come down and teach everyone else now please? Thanks for wanting me to have parties and then not making me have any more after that one time. Thanks for telling me I need to "step it up" with my flirting exertions- you're right haha. Thanks for wanting me to have cute clothes. Thanks for conning me into getting rid of all my old high school t-shirts. Thanks for encouraging me to move on when I messed up. Thanks for liking to paint pottery with me. Thanks for telling me not to panic and that I still have time to figure out what to do with my life. Thanks for taking me to get my hair fixed after I tried to cut my own bangs. Thanks for not calling them "little house on the prairie bangs" like the hair stylist did. Thanks for always wanting to fight anyone that's ever hurt me. Thanks for teaching me to be tough. Thanks for letting me be silly sometimes.

Mom, sorry for everything. Sorry that I rejected all of the clothes that you suggested in middle school without even looking at them. Sorry that my room was never clean after the day that you had me clean it. Sorry that I always tried to get out of doing dishes. Sorry that I didn't clean the litter box every week like I was supposed to. Sorry that I stopped growing in the 6th grade and you lost the bet with dad. Sorry that I said the other day that there was no way I was going to get married the same day as you and dad 'cause you got married in freaking January; it's actually kinda growing on me now. Sorry that I broke Great Grandma's vase that one time in Kentucky. Sorry that I always figured out the passwords that you put on the TV. Sorry that I thought you were completely insane when you said you liked to clean. Sorry that I said your shoes looked like a witch's shoes. Sorry that I steal your socks and slips. Sorry that I can't spend as much time in a museum as you can. Sorry that we'll never figure out how to make Grandma's bread like she does. Sorry that I didn't say all this stuff a long time ago.

Sorry that you couldn't be everyone's mom.

Thanks for being mine.

TODAY WAS SO WEIRD.

Today I went to my old ward so that I could play games with one of my favorite people in the world, J-----, and one of our guys friends from last year. The playing games part was fun. Going to my old ward was... surreal. There were a lot of people there that I knew, but I wasn't in their ward anymore. I didn't feel as connected. Add that to the fact that the ward has like 70 new people, and I felt completely out of place. It was like I was just there to observe, a fly on the wall looking into this new edition of the 22nd ward.

I went home and shook it off, and then my friends and I decided to walk to the Marriot Center for the CES fireside. We were walking through campus, when all of a sudden this guy walks out of the pathway next to us, AND I KNOW HIM. It's the little brother of my friend that I've known since kindergarten! I KNOW HIM!

And before I can stop myself, I yell, "D----- -----!" He whips around, looks at me, looks super confused, and then says, "...Yes?" (that awkward moment when you recognize someone and they don't recognize you back)
And then I say, "I'm Arianne Glick!"
Luckily, that jogged his memory, because how awkward would that have been if it hadn't? And really, it was impressive that he even remembered my name, considering we hadn't even talked since he was like 5. And then I was really super awkward. The whole time. What do you even say in that situation? "How's life been since you were five?" I had kept in touch with my friend, his brother, but all I really could remember about D----- was that he had said his favorite him was Jesus, not realizing we were talking about hymns.

So yeah. It was awkward, and my friends were staring which was awkward. AWKWARD. And I quickly skidaddled (skaddadled? skadaddled? skiddaddled? HOW THE HECK DO YOU SPELL THAT??) out of there.

Finally, we get to the Marriot Center and find some seats. The two seats next to me are being saved by another group. I don't really think about it at all until the girls that the seats are being saved for. They're doing the awkward shuffle-past down to there seats, and I look at one of the girls as she passes, AND I KNOW HER. It's my roommate from freshman year! The one that my friend from kindergarten dubbed Harpoon H----- because of her love of pirates! And I yell, "H-----!" And luckily, she recognizes me and stuff. And we play a little catch up, and it's fine and cool and really good to talk to her.

But this whole day I've felt like my past is just colliding with my present. Everything is normal and then BAM! it's someone I haven't talked to in FOREVER and all these memories and feelings of de ja vu are smothering me and I feel like the next thing I know, I'll be 7 years old all of a sudden and reliving everything.

So, yeah. Today was weird. And now I'm hiding in my room, because if I run into my old choir teacher next or something I might implode.

One More Thing

Whose idea was it to style poor Miss Kosovo's hair like this for the Miss Universe photo shoot?

She looks like Megamind.

A Small Look into My Brain

What is up with everyone wearing those feathers in their hair? They're not even cute peacock feathers, they look like they were plucked off of pheasants. Whenever I see a girl with one of those stupid feathers, it makes me think of this:

(skip to 3:42)

Also, my new house has been having a lot of scary spiders lately. My roommate says it's cause they're looking around for mates. Which is extra scary. When my fear of giant spiders was combined with my fear of criminals caused by me watching the new episode of Inspector Lewis this weekend, I spent Sunday night afraid that something like this was going to attack me:

(skip to 2:41)

Also, every time I look at my professor for ENGL 291, all I can think about is how he strangely looks like this guy

and this guy

all at once. It's weird.

College Students Say The Darnest Things

Alright, everyone, let's have a little flashback to that time that you watched "Mean Girls". Forget about how it was often raunchy and crude, and focus in on all the little hidden truths in there. Like how girls really can be MEAN. And how sometimes you can be best friends with someone one year and the next year they accuse you of being a lesbian and then steal your silly little Santa Claus Girl dance routine. And how no one is really sure what second cousins are. And sometimes, people have something called "word vomit". (note: I want to assure all of my readers as I just had to assure my mom that there isn't anyone being mean to me and that no one has called me a lesbian and stolen my dance routine. It's from the movie.)

I have word vomit quite a lot actually. Some people give it another name; they say I'm "blunt". They don't always mean it in a good or funny way either. Oops.

Sometimes being blunt helps keep me honest and reduces miscommunication. Sometimes though, word vomit just makes me look stupid. Like today.

Today, I had my student development class. It's supposed to help me choose a career and then figure out how to get it. So that's handy. We were all going around introducing ourselves, and we had to say something REALLY unique about ourselves. Seriously, if the professor didn't think it was unique enough, he made you keep talking until you said something more satisfactory. I said that I was a descendant of Old King Cole. He didn't think that was quite enough, and he asked me to give them some more details on that. And I couldn't stop it. I tried to keep that word vomit in, but it just spewed out of my mouth for the whole class to hear, "Well, all I know is that he's my ancestor and that he was a merry old soul."

Yeah. I said that. He stopped pestering me after that.

It's ok though, 'cause right after that a guy got up and said that for fun he had a giant tire in his backyard that he likes to push from one end to the other. Over and over again. Yep.

Update!

What ho, what ho! Soooo, I've been pretty lazy about posting on here, but in my defense, I tried to post updates twice before now, but there were quite a few technical difficulties that resulted in my giving up each time. BUT! I'm going to persevere through this one.

Anyway, I didn't really have anything to blog about. After my first post, my life for about a week and a half consisted of working, eating, watching season 5 of Psych, and sleeping. And then I ran out of Psych episodes and I threw in some Twin Peaks to mix it up a bit. So yeah. Not too exciting.

But lo! Finally it was time for my four-ish day break at home! Yay!

Just a small tangent here about the aforementioned term "ish". Today, a girl
in one of my three English classes requested that we all call her "ish" instead
of her real name because she felt that "ish" was more memorable. She's right,
I won't ever forget to call her that. But, still. It was incredibly bizarre.

I awakened in the wee hours of the morning to catch my flight home, and withing twenty moments after the landing, I was at a surprise dental appointment! What joy! Oh, the trials of being the daughter of a dentist. Jk. Sort of. And the next day I had a very enjoyable doctor's appointment in which I learned that the reason that I've been having so much trouble breathing since January is because not only do I apparently have asthma, but I also simultaneously have a sinus infection, a respiratory infection, and allergies! Which made me feel a lot better about that one day that I tried to go on a mere mile run and ended up only lasting half a mile and then hobbling home to lie in bed wheezing for the next two days.

The rest of the weekend was a lot more enjoyable, of course. There was super yummy food provided by my mom. There was a lot of time watching our new favorite show, Jeeves and Wooster. And there was a lot of shopping! I told my mom that I needed to buy a few new shirts while I was home, and she said," Arianne, you need to step up your game! [ouch! hehehe, she's right] If you get rid of all of those old baggy boy t-shirts, I will buy ten new shirts for you." Well, I'm not stupid. I took her up on that deal, and the first thing I did when I got back to Provo was to pack up all of my ugly school and freebie t-shirts (along with some old, ugly pjs and sweats) into a basket which was promptly placed in my van, who shall hereafter be referred to be her name, Bertha, where they are awaiting their doomed journey to the DI.

Also, today in my English class that's at the evil hour of 8-in-the-freaking-morning, the professor made us watch possibly the most uncreative video about being creative. The host was some photographer named "Dewitt," and every time he looked at the camera it looked like this.

Well, I think that's enough for now. Pip pip!

A Very Quick Post

I'm getting on here purely to promote another blog. I know, lame. BUT, it's amazing. And this particular post almost made me pee my pants laughing because it's SO STINKIN' TRUE. I related to it a lot. And I'm a little worried that my friends might read it and say, "Oh My Gosh! This sounds just like Arianne!"

Sigh... I am improving. A little.

Anywho, here's the link. Read it. Love it. Live by it. The Anti-Austen:

http://byudates.blogspot.com/2011/08/public-advisory.html

Starting Over

Hehehe, well, this is my second go at a blog. I quit my last one for a lot of reasons, but I'm hoping I can handle this one better. And, well, since I just made some major changes to my life, a blog feels like something that can help me hold it all together. I moved! I decided I needed to move last Friday, and this Friday I did it. It was probably the quickest I've ever made a decision and acted upon it ever. I mean, it took me like a month to decide to go to BYU- something that I've wanted to do since kindergarten-, whereas it only took me like two days to decide to move- something I really wasn't sure at all I wanted- and four more days to do it. I'm not sure if this means that I'm growing up, or if it just means that I'm growing stupid. But I guess I'll find out! All of my new roommates seem really nice! It's kind of strange though. I've lived with the same two girls since I started college, and now that I've left that its completely blowing my mind just how big a difference there is between living with friends and living with roommates! I have confidence though that I'll be able to become good friends with these girls too... it's just gonna take a while. I just need to get some good inside jokes with them asap so things feel more comfortable. On the plus side, even though logically I know that this move of mine should be terrifying, I really have only been feeling peace and confidence in my decision. I really do think it was the right thing to do. I was entirely too comfortable before, and if I had stayed where I was I wouldn't have gained any new experiences this year. And I think that that's a lot about what this time of my life should be about- experiencing lots of different things and different people. So, in my head I'm a little nervous, but on the whole I'm not regretting my decision! I only had one little moment of panic- while my new roommate was moving in, a large rodent showed up (in a cage) in our living room. It's a chinchilla, I guess. It really is cute, but all I could think about was how noisy and smelly it would probably be! And I thought, "Oh no! I've just moved in with a rat-loving lunatic!" It turns out one of our roommates was just babysitting it for a friend while his apartment had cleaning checks haha.

In other news, I'm really loving this band, Stars. Most of their songs aren't anything too special, but I can't stop listening to Your Ex-Lover Is Dead and Ageless Beauty.





In other other news, my roommates asked me if I was an artist when I moved in...HAHAHAHA! Yeah, my stick figures with feathers and beads glued on are really high quality art. Don't other people just get really bored sometimes and paint things to kill time?