Guess what people!!! It's November!!! And yes, while that means it's getting colder *sigh* it also means... Thanksgiving. and soon after that it means...
CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (which of course is the most wonderful time of the year.)
But, before I get way too excited for Christmas (too late) I have been told again and again to give Thanksgiving more spotlight because it's overshadowed by the best holiday ever. Poor little Thanksgiving. :(
So! Here's me paying tribute (or something...) to Thanksgiving by being thankful. Because I really am thankful for a lot of things. Here's a few for today, with hopefully more to come:
I'm thankful for:
Scarves that keep me that much warmer and that much cuter.
a warm and cozy bed that understands my sleeping needs.
lotion and chapstick in this dry climate that is Rexburg.
The endless love and support of my wonderful family.
tea. Love it love it love it. In sickness and in health... that sounds like I'm marrying it...
Pinterest- for taking my mind off of stress for long periods of time.
indoor plumbing. Enough said.
The gift of the Atonement and the ability to change.
conversations over the phone with a certain someone that go on for hours. ;)
things that make me laugh.
the gym at my school that's FREE!!!
The talents I've been blessed with.
My hair. I like it ok?
toothpaste and mouthwash. Think of the world without them... *shudder*
I'm the kind of girl who: wakes up from a good dream with a smile on her face makes it a point to walk through crunchy fall leaves smiles at strangers loves hugs appreciates naps sings along puts on fake glasses to deal with stress randomly laughs about things that happened yesterday doodles on her notes pulls faces victory dances scares easily would sometimes rather skip than walk loves life giggles embraces sunshine as well as the rain is easy to please
So remember that awkward little incident from the other day? Turns out it end there. Remember the married guy who's lap your head was cradled in? You run into him on campus.
ALL THE TIME.
(I'm not exaggerating people. I see him just about every day. This boy either has a schedule that's freakishly close to mine, or he's taken up following me around... which I doubt.)
So now every time you see him, he smiles and waves while inside he's thinking, "Oh hi. You're that one girl who intruded my personal space with her head." While you're thinking, "Ummm... I thought that if I started sitting at the back of that class I'd have less confrontation with you. Clearly I was mistaken."
Awkward: spotting a wedding ring on the hand of the guy that you were just checking out in class.
More Awkward: The girl behind you drops her highlighter. So, trying to be a decent human being, you reach down to get it. (*Note* you forgot that you were sitting in one of those awkward, not so stable desks that are deathly uncomfortable and terribly balanced.) How are you rewarded for your kind deed? Oh, your desk just tips over, that’s all. You’re trying to hold yourself up with one hand, legs flailing in the air, and everything is sliding off your desk onto the ground. You can’t get back up.
And… even more awkward: Although you’re trying your hardest to support your weight with that one hand that you have on the carpet, most of your weight, and the added weight of the awkward desk, is being supported by your head; which is now resting in the lap of the married man that you were checking out only moments ago.
Oh. My. Lands.
Eventually the guy in front of you turns around and kindly, but firmly, pushes your desk upright, bringing you along with it.
A little more awkward to finish it off: Thank heavens for laughter- right? Except nobody will laugh with you. So now you’re the awkward girl who just had some sort of fit in the isle and is now laughing to herself.
Of course I am!!! Sometimes I just forget that I have a blog... for really long periods of time... Sorry. I wish I was the avid blogger that I had planned on being. BUT I'm not. Sorry again. It's unfortunate that most of my creative juices are spent on: 50% school and homework 5% writing movie plots in my head (this one's called 'The Magician's Daughter'. It's really good.) 15% on faceboook (sigh, I know, I know, but my little sisters miss me and they refuse to call!) 10% trying to remember the names of all of these people that I'm meeting- ALL THE TIME and the remaining 20% on other random activities. But don't worry. Creative juices replenish themselves. I think. I was just popping in to say:
Life is pretty incredible.
Think about it. Open your eyes and really see what's around you. Count your blessings. Think of the people you love. Begin to comprehend how much God loves you. Are you starting to understand how GREAT LIFE IS?! good. :)
1. Turn on this song. (Or any song that's REALLY good to dance to) 2. Turn it up. 3. Dance. (Not the way that you akwardly dance at parties- go ALL OUT. No one is watching so who cares what you look like.) 4. If mood has not improved, repeat.
**Testimonial: this little trick has fixed many a bad mood for me. I don't think anyone will EVER see me dance like that in public, but it is an instant pick me up. Hoorah.
A is for Acting. With a theater minor... it's obvious that I enjoy acting. Why? I'm glad you asked. 1. There's something about performing for an audience... and I love it. When I can really feel the emotion from the crowd- whether they're laughing from the comedy, feeling the suspense of the action, or teared up from the bitter moments, that's how I know I've done my job right. It's funny because in most cases, on the stage under the bright lights, I can't see the audience. So how do I know how they feel? Oh trust me, I feel it. ;) 2. I love being able to become anyone or anything. Acting gives me such a thrill because I can delve into another person; find their characteristics, background, feelings, thoughts, quirks, hopes, etc. AND on the other hand, being able to see through another 'person' helps me to learn so much more about people and the situations that they get into than I could ever learn by myself. 3. I would like to think that I'm good at it. Don't get me wrong- I don't want to walk the fine line of pride, and I know that I still have more to learn in the craft, but I like that I can be really pleased with my own performances. I like that I can feel good about a job well done.
I like to act. I love to perform. I hope to continue to act in theater on the side as my life progresses.