Sometimes I hate people.

Sometimes I really like cheese. Also, sometimes I really crave things and my most recent past craving was garlic bread. We satisfied that craving - too bad it was super crappy garlic bread.

I have an art project due before Friday. I have no idea how I'm going to execute whatever it is that is in my mind. Sometimes I'm amazed with the difficulty of making art.

I'm getting back into my old school music - old school meaning high school/music I listened to as a younger, littler person. The memories the music brings to mind is such a trip and I love it. Not even just music, but anything. I can wear a shirt today and remember a certain day, time, smell, food, anything associated with a particular time I wore it and honestly I cherish these trips back in time. Can I just give a few examples? Listening to Beautiful Oblivion by Eve 6 reminds me of swim meets and how fun they used to be because once I was at some swim conference or an invite - I don't remember, I was like 10 - and we were sitting in the hallway of this high school with our blankets set up and snack all around and I had burned this CD with like 16 songs of strictly Beautiful Oblivion. Seriously, I was obsessed. I also remember singing the song in my head as I swam my event. Wearing my blue perfume is an automatic reminder of going clubbing with Barret. I'll smell it and I already feel the bass of the music, the smell of smoke, and the general mood that came with clubbing. My favorite shirt used to be my older brother Marvin's before I dug it out of the crawlspace and decided I wanted to make it mine and I remember him hitting me with a dodge ball while he was wearing that shirt at mutual when he was like 12. Sometimes I just want to live my life song by song, memory by memory and skip all the static in between. Sometimes I wish life were that simple and nostalgic. But seriously though, I should get a grip, huh? I think I'm too wistful in my thinking that I live in the past and not really in the future but I think that's what keeps me going some days. I want innovation, not tradition, but I need to find a way to make that happen - exactly the first step to doing just that, yes?

By the way, Staci and Erica are moving out this week. I'm really, really sad about this. The only happy thought though is Sarah, Aubrey, and Camille don't suck. Seriously, if the two girls who move in are douches? Nu uh. Not happening. I can't even fathom... *sigh*.

I hung out with Staci and her friend Corey tonight and we got on the topic of weed and he said something about his social life becoming a lot less social because the high made him like himself in such a way that he didn't feel the need for friends to fill that space. I completely agree. Sometimes I love the silence. Btw, I'm really annoyed. I get annoyed a lot.

BaBAM

It's been over a month since my last post, just... um... yeah. Still here. I actually just like to constantly talk about myself and my life and me. I actually find blogs to quite possibly be one of the most self-centered things ever. But that's cool - we can deal with that. How else are we to communicate with friends and loved ones we don't live near?! Mostly what I want to focus on is probably open-mindedness. It is my theory that we all have a closet bigot, or multiple, somewhere inside us and I would hope that we would try our utmost to at least expose and make aware the existence of such a barrier. Right? Wouldn't you want to eradicate something that bars communication between two individuals? If there's one thing I don't understand it's intolerance caused by ignorance, faulty assumption, and refusal to open your mind to new avenues of thought. Have an opinion, be confident in your beliefs, but don't force feed your personal doctrine or think that if you repeat yourself louder and more often then it's automatically a fact of life. It's annoying. And I think I've already expressed myself about annoying people in a previous post.

On a more happier note, I totally asked the coolest kid ever for whatever the hell it is we're doing on Tuesday with the roommies. Unfortunately, Mitchell Snitchell is such a catch that effing Aubrey bloody Jensen, my own roommate, thinks she can try to take him for herself - if anything, this might be a polygadate. I'll do whatever it takes. I refuse to settle for anyone other than Mitchell Snitchell.

I have so. much homework due Tuesday. I have this ridiculous art project with the bloody color-aid paper that is just blowing my mind with its lack of purpose? And then I have a Book of Mormon exam due.Ugh, but anyway... I have to go. We're going to Mitchell Snitchell's - to cuddle and make out, of course! A tout a l'heure.

art talk and ramblings of a delusional mind

It's been quite a while since I've posted any kind of blog and even longer since I've written in my journal so... I have a lot more spare time than usual since I'm not with Barret (imagine that) and I have no further plans tonight! I actually just finished with girls' night here at Yellow House Down (where I live) and it was great seeing the old group of girls from freshman year. We mostly sat around, ate, talked, and played games like old times. Can I just say that I am so ready for hot tubbing, hot springing, and mainly skinny dipping? We almost went but then we remembered it was cold and drizzly outside... Mostly, I just want all the old times to repeat themselves because I remember having a grrreat time and frankly, I wouldn't mind doing it all over again. I think girls night and talking about the past has gotten me all nostalgic and wistful. I don't think it'll go away until it happens again. Oh well. Moving on...

I'm loving school. I love the fact that I'm actually in school doing what I came to school to do...? And that's art. Generals were a waste of my time. Now I can focus on what's important and extend myself a little more each week. It seems like I polish a new facet of myself I never knew I had every time I start a project. I've learned to have more of a personal influence in my work as opposed to just objectively rendering an assignment. I feel that in every piece I've made a statement. It's actually pretty ridiculous. Yeah, it sucks that on Mondays and Wednesdays I'm in the same classroom for 6 straight hours for 2 different drawing classes, but I've improved so much that it doesn't bother me as much as it normally would. My teachers are all so lax about taking food breaks and being gone for 15 minutes at a time. *sigh* It's been great, even all the stress it can cause.

I need a job. I'm kind of tired but not really. Why can't Barret be back already. Why can't Sarah be home. I miss my dog. I want to go to Italy. I suck at making decisions. There are too many spiders in my room. Oh, I got a tattoo the other week. My mom's going to kill me. I miss my dad. I don't want to do my art project, it's lame. People still owe me internet money. I want to start swimming again. I have to get rid of the lava room. My eyeballs suck face and I need a new prescription. I'm going to take a nap...

Lyrics of the day:
Now I just sleep beneath your floor
My ghost just tries to keep you warm
I've seen the end, I've lost the war
One day you'll join me here just like the rest

Ka-CHING!

I was in need of some humor in my life and so, after pondering quite extensively, I came up with a solution to my problems --> Daily Universe - to be more specific, Police Beat. I did some snooping on byu.edu and I came upon the most wonderous thing, which just so happens to be an archive of Police Beats!! I am... so excited. And if you have ever read a Police Beat then you would understand.

It would only be fair to share this treasure and therefore the link is: http://newsnet.byu.edu/section.cfm/policebeat

Know what the icing on the cake is? I found the guy who writes these damnable things. Like... facebook found him. Ahahaha, here's his link if you just want to get inside the head of a complete moron and get a taste of what being the Police Beat author is like ;)

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=17830947&hiq=chris%2Cwilliams#/profile.php?id=17830947


I hope you guys enjoy this as much as myself. Mwah!


Lyrics of the day:
"And I'd stand there, like a soldier, with my foot upon his chest,
With my grin spread, and my arms out, in my bloodstained Sunday's best,
And you'd hold me, and remind you who you are.. under their shell..."

- A Walk Through Hell, Say Anything

Movies and Hateful Words

So I'm watching The Other Boleyn Girl - omg, it's hella awkwarrrrrd!


Also. There were a few words that were said today that I hate? These words include: purchase and bra. I HATE THOSE WORDS OMFGGGG

Your team, my love.

So I had this wonderful day full of 'your teams' and no team to assign them to...! There were just so many that I had to write it down on this receipt so I wouldn't forget any - seriously, it was that great.

#1. I was at the bank waiting in the car for my mom to get back when I saw these two treasures, girl and a guy, walking back to the van that was parked right next to our car. I'm automatically thinking 'Your Team.' - they both looked like red neck inbreds who were probably the product of siblings and were sibling lovers themselves...throw in some down syndrome for the girl. K, so it was much to my pleasure that when they walked to the van they both walked to the my side and the sliding door slid open and inside was this... boy with jacked up teeth and bed head and all around nastiness. Weird thing was that we made eye contact and I don't think my face was one of polite curiosity. Let's just say that the whole damn van was a 'your team'. Oh, and I saw the girl in the passenger seat playing with a screw driver and holding it up reeaally close to her eye for a close inspection..? I think that whole van is full of inbreds.

#2. There's construction on this busy road and there was a line building up from momentary blockage... this truck gets all pissed and like pulls off into one of the parking lots to find a way around (which there's not) and right as he pulls out of the lane the line immediately gets unblocked and this loser is left to turn around in the parking lot and try to squeeze his way back into the line. Nonetheless, he had to wait a long time and Mom and I pointed and laughed at him. Your team!

#3. (the best one)So I went to the BMV today to get another license. We pull in and I'm just looking around when I see this old Buick pull into the parking lot and just....park. Like, not even in a spot? It was like in the main lane entrance to the place and it just stopped mid-driving, parks, and homegirl waltzes out of her car. Did I mention what she was wearing? Classic dope fiend/meth addict/crack whore outfit! Her hair was down and looked tangled and nasty and she was wearing this matty old fur coat and these way too big blue jeans with red heels - AND, and... she was wearing blue eyeliner. WHATVE I SAID ABOUT CHICKS WHO WEAR BLUE EYELINER?! They look like crack whores. Point in case. Alright. So the BMV is ALWAYS busy and there's a line out the door, right? Yeah, Ms. Ho walks right on into the building and stands beside the woman who is being helped until the attendant looks at her and makes her take a seat. I did my business and was waiting for my license to print when I noticed that the crack whore is walking out to her car with a driving instructor - aka SHES TAKING A DRIVING TEST! Homegirl, who can't park straight OR in an actual parking spot is ATTEMPTING to pass a driving test! So Mom and I were watching her and all I saw was the instructor immediately slow her pace when she saw the car, paced around the car, then speak to homegirl for like...5 minutes. They immediately came back inside and all I saw on homegirl's face was this huge frown. I think we can all make our own correct assumptions. I think I'm just grateful she's not getting her license today/not in the near future.

Oh, and my license picture is more of a mugshot. Yessss. I also went to McDonald's this morning after dropping off my siblings and I actually got what I ordered...? Which..is strange... because I'm not used to this kind of service from this particular restaurant..?

Home

Miss everyone...



:'(

Just a friendly reminder.

Don't do drugs.







I strongly advocate the D.A.R.E. campaign to be headlined with the movie Requiem For A Dream with Jared Leto as its poster child. Not only would it scare the general public from doing drugs but it would also bring the amazingness that is Jared Leto to the forefront of the anti-drug scene. Mmmmm....

Just a taste of what you could be viewing on the next Anti-Drug commercial:









And this one's for Barret...

Dear Local H and Everclear: I miss you.

So of course I've been doing some more research on Brand New lyrics and I can't get over the connection they have with life in general. They're not out there to beak new ground in the music industry, but to put in words the angsty teenage drama and human life exerience. They sing songs that reverberate in your head, that you can't get rid of. I haven't been on one of these speels in a long time and just so happens that the last one was Brand New again back in my junior year of highschool. The only other band I've really ever obsessed over lyrics with is Jimmy Eat World and they happen to be my number 2 ;) Can I make a few recommendations: Jimmy Eat World, Manchester Orchestra, Colour Revolt

These next 2 videos are of this wonderful band called Local H.





Bound For The Floor (above) is one of those defining songs of mine from my elementary/middle school days - but it doesn't compare with this next video of Hands On The Bible (below)- excuse the video, it's obviously homemade and crappy and yet not that bad. This song is epic. Local H has got to be one of the best underground bands ever. Sometimes I'll see them playing at a local bar where I'm from or a grocery store - these kids kick it old school and keep it fresh. Hope you enjoy.



Oh, and Everclear? Miss you.

Lyrics of the day:
Well I wrote your name and burned it
To see the color of the flame
And it burned out the whole spectrum
As if you're everything
-Brand New, Untitled 1

You defend it with a poor rationale...

So I had this surprisingly lovely day today - despite the fact that I spent half my day running on a clock that happened to be an hour behind and it was completely without my knowledge util 3:27/4:27! I got this surprise/random visit from Carless (Carly) at 2 in the morning. We had fun and she met Barret and we did some wonderfully illegal things to a conveniently abandoned gas station aaaand then she remembered that she forgot to get a transfer ticket/something that enabled her to get on a plane home. So she spent the rest of the 3 hours she was here freaking out/sleeping/more quiet freaking out in her sleep via mumbling complaints. Still good, though - gotta see Carly! And today all these Poly guys with guitars and musical talent jammed in our class for like a half hour and one of them even rapped. He was beautiful. I gotta get me one of those...


Oh, uhh... I hate www.rideuta.com I feel that the site was created by the mentally hilarious/realistically retarded. When I'm on your damn bus site looking for bus routes, I don't want to know the effing history. I want the present. I want to know where your buses go and times, not when the very large, architecturally impressive warehouse for housing busses was built, or who founded it. Dead John Doe who lives in a cool glass dome is not going to get me to the airport >:[

And for you BYU readers (Cough, aka all of you, sadly) keep an eye out for the exceptionally ridiculous Daily Universe article - should'nt be too difficult. I know you know what I'm talking about.

Lyrics of the day:
I am not your friend.
I'm not your lover.
I'm not your family.
-Brand New, Sowing Season

Sasa!!

I'm like...hella bored. And retarded. I really am staying up because I'm too lazy to search for my contacts case - and I refuse to sleep with my contacts in AGAIN because I was too lazy to find the case last night and slept with them in then! It's a never ending, vicious cycle.

So Melia and I went to Lu'au practice today. It was a mandatory dress rehearsal that lasted from 5PM to 11PM. Yeah. 6 hours. Oh, and our section is slightly effed up. The musicians are live and they don't ever really practice with us so we're all offbeat and don't know half the steps... Whatevs. It's a hurrrflip.

My family also happens to be in town. And I have no idea how to entertain my 15 yr. old brother and 17 yr. old sister for unknown amounts of time...? Sooooo.... Yeah. That's cool. I dance in Lu'au tomorrow and eevveerryone should coomme.... except Casey. Stay home, faggot. Oh, and I don't think I would be terribly sad if Amelia weren't there either? :) It's a hurrflip. Loves.

Yay for spontaneity!

So I love.... Brand New. Lyrics, Burrito, iPods, cigarette smoke, clean laundry, defining moments, new things... It goes on. I would normally post stuff that I hate, only appropriate to play devil's advocate, but I think I like to keep the clean, happy mood.

Highlight of the day: Sight seeing w/ Burrito (Barret.) Loves!!







Quote of the day:
You're never going to feel as full as you felt
So let's go outside and we'll play William Tell
Take your time drawing a bead
I'll stand as still as you need
'Cause you're so good at talking smack,
You Heart attack
But you're the apple of my eye anyway
-"You Won't Know" - Brand New (KNOW THEM)

Eff you, McDonalds. And Casey.

I'd like to take a couple seconds out of my time to bitch about how crappy McDonalds fries are. Yes, I do realize that it's 3:00 AM, but know what else I realized? Yeah, the 24/7 sign on your drive thru? That's right. Last time I checked 24/7 means open all night and all morning, from dusk to dawn and back again. Aka there's no excuse for your damn fries to suck ass whenever the hell I want them, k? You may not have anticipated my arrival to the minute, but surely fries get a little old if they've been out since the manager who gives a crap left at 11:00 PM. I do not appreciate lukewarm potato chips that are overly salted and taste like bark. Enough said.
Oh, one more thing, why do all the weird looking people work the night shift at McDonalds?

You should write a hate letter. It's particularly therapeutic and lovely. I actually planned on saying more, but I'm kinda tired. I'll just update on the reaction to said hate letter. Loves-

Weeeee

So I was in a really pissy/kill-you mood and I had all intentions of super venting and laying out half my friends for being a-holes, but not anymore! I got on the computer, ready to go here but I found myself going to my email account...aaand I got a wonderful email that contained promising news:

Hey Moana, what do you think of the idea of us trying to make it to the
luau? Is is going to be worth our time. Actually, my two little kids can
come with us because its spring break during that time. What do you think?
We are thinking of driving down instead of flying. Havent decided yet. Let
us know.

From Mommy!! YAAAYYYY1!!!@!~!@!@!

So yeah. Half my fam might be coming out in two weeks! Exciting.

Seriously, why did I ever stop??

I'm supposed to be writing a paper right now, but...

You know when you hear a song that you haven't heard it in a really long time and you become re-obsessed with it and don't know why you ever stopped listening to it because it was/is/always will be amazing? I had one of those!

Very recently.

And I had to share.

Love, love, looooove this song/band.

Hopefully you'll enjoy it like I enjoy it.

Backstabber by The Dresden Dolls

1 Missed Call.

Some of you may know that way back when my mother turned off all of our cellphones - most importantly, of course, mine. And so I've been super bored/been playing hard-to-get-a-hold-of for a really long time. And I've been depressed about it for some time but life went on and my grades kept falling down so I've learned to deal with it. One thing, though, is that I still keep my cellphone charged because I use it for an alarm in the mornings. So I come home from hanging with Barret and Patsy and I see my cellphone on the desk. So i look at it to see what time it is and lo and behold - 1 missed call!! I'm freaking out - the missed call is from home and it was dated today at 9:40 PM and I know I wasn't home then so I'm thinking 'maybe mom turned it back on!' so I rush to call back and it wouldn't let me! So I was bummed again. And I check my email... this is the email subject: Moana call us - your phone should be working now. Call as soon as you get this email‏.

So it's 12:40 AM and I'm rushing around looking for a phone to call home from cause I thought it just needed some kind of set up and it would work again and I call home - which means its 1:40 AM at home - and my dad answers and I'm all "blah blah blah my phone blah blah is it blah blah blah working omg blah blah blah" and he told me... that he and mom turned it on...and then talked some more...and decided to turn it off again!!1OOOMMMGGGGG I WANNA CRRRYYYYYY! My dad's such a jerrrrrkkk! He was just dangling it in front of me and now he's laughing in my face >.< GAH I'm too pissed/depressed about it to talk more. Eff this.

I just feel that it needs to be said that if you're annoying as all hell then you should stay away from me - it's an act of common courtesybecause
1. You're annoying.
2. No one likes annoying people
3. I will point out that you're annoying, most likely not to your face
4. I will make fun of you
and 5. Chances are you'll be annoying in the future and therefore I will not hang out with you (see reasons 1-4) - ((on the rare occassion I will hang out with you just to make fun of you...))

Moving on...

A huge pet peeve of mine is when a particular person thinks an amazing topic of conversation would be the subject of her/himself. You know what that is? It's annoying. In fact, it has gotten so bad with a certain friend of mine that I have literally been forced to stop being around him. I have come up with a solution to our problem though - it's called the Tolerance Game. Before hanging out with him I set my tolerance level to a certain amount, such as 10, and during the hang out session I will count aloud the times he talks about himself inappropriately. Once exceeding said tolerance level, I get up and leave - end of hang out session. I now look forward to hanging out with him just so I can play my game! It's sad that it had to come to this, but honestly, quit talking about your damn self.

Raped & Humiliated

K, so I was raped today, raped by a pyramid scheme. And no, it wasn't really a pyramid scheme, but yes, I was raped. Like hardcore. Actually, it was so bad that now I just tell myself that $20 just flew out of my hands, no control, completely random and there was nothing I could do about it - just to make myself feel better, when in reality, it was plucked out of my hands by a greedy little woman at a nasty little hill in stinky old Park City, Utah (damn Utah all the more) all for 4 trips down a hill in a tube. A tube. Yes. We went tubing. For $20. For 2 hours.
So let's look at this logically... that's like $10 an hour, right? Worth it? No. Or $5 bucks per trip down the slope. Worth it? Please. I could've rented a tube for about $3, paid a Mexican $1 to drag me up and down the damn slope each time and still paid $7. Plus, it was cold and therefore I feel like I shoul be compensated what, like at least $2, right? So total, Moe would've spent a grand total of $5 on tubing. Either way, I went tubing and "spent" $5 and mysteriously misplaced, never to be found again, $15. *^.^* And lying to myself really does make me feel better - already there is a burning hope of finding a missing $15 in my general possession...! K, so that wasn't even the worst part of my day -
Today, I found out God hates me - yeah, you'll soon see. So of course when I get home at 12:10 AM I've gotta do a #2 (drop a log, make a splash? Catch my drift?) So thank goodness my roommates are lame and are already in bed (or so I think) and the bathroom is prime time for some business. So I do said business. Unexpectedly, unfortunately, tragically, the damn toilet won't effing flush my business away! It's the middle of the night. I'm tired. I've misplaced $15 somewhere. And my toilet won't flush? Wait...like, serious? Are you kidding me?! So yeah, of course I'm going to flush again like any normal person and of course, since God hates me remember?, the toilet floods. No, the water level doesn't just rise really high, it really does overflow. Thank somebody most of the business was long gone, sucked away by a previously well functioning toilet. I saved my bathroom mats and garbage can and spent a freaking hour plunging, mopping, and hating my life. So I sticky-noted the hell out of the bathroom just in case a roommate wanted to use the facility and YES, just so happens a roommate DID want to do just that. And it wasn't any old roommate, it's the "children of the corn" one (kudos to Barret), aka the one I don't like/scares me/sometimes looks like she'll eat me. And she suggests we call maintenance - I tell her maintenance isn't open at this hour - she says call the emergency maintenance - Who's that? I ask - the police. THE POLICE, apparently, are the emergency maintenance according to home girl! And she wants me to call them! The Police! WTF. And yes, I do it because I feel slightly guilty that it was my big ass turd that got us in this mess (not punny.) So, feeling like an idiot and being watched by home girl the whole time, I call the university police and I'm answered by this bored-as old woman who asks me what my emergency is. I'm all apologizing and crap for calling, explaining that my situation wasn't at all an emergency, don't kill me, I just had a clogged toilet and my roommate had to pee. In the most bored, I-can't-believe-you're-bothering-me-about-this voice she says "So....You want someone to come out....for a clogged toilet." OMG SHOOT ME I feel like such a dumbass and so I'm just blubbering "Well...I don't know what else you want me to do..." and so she's all 'whatev', takes my information, asks me to spell my name and tell her where I live and crap. And then my roommate decides 20 seconds later that what we did was cruel and heartless and she just tells me to call them back and tell them not to worry about it, we can take care of it in the morning. UUGGGHHHHH. I call back. The bored-as lady picks up with "Hello, Moana." She effing knows my name! What the heck. I call off the whole rescue-me-I-clogged-my-toilet operation and was of course embarrassed so I was hurrying on the phone "We can call in the morning, it's fine, you can forget it, my roommate can find somewhere else to pee, goodnight!" And now bored-as lady knows my name and will probably post my idiocy in the damn Daily Universe in the police beat.

Sometimes... I hate my life.

Highlight of the day: There are cookies in the freezer and milk in the fridge.