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Hi! I'm Arianne. I'm a technical writer by day, painter/baker/short-story writer by night. Oh, and I love cats.
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Monday, August 29, 2011


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.

Creepy doll eyes

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

Friday, August 19, 2011

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:


Sunday, August 14, 2011

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?