Wednesday, September 22, 2010
UPDATE-SEPTEMBER 21, 2010
So the other day (yesterday), I get home from work and Keng and Katelyn are chillin on their laptops in the kitchen and they get a text saying that Amberli is coming home to go to FHE soon. So we are like, it'd be so funny if we hid, so when she came home she looked for us. But how would she know we were missing? So we made the apartment look as if someone had broken in and kidnapped us, and we completely trashed the apartment. To complete the pseudo crime scene, the jerkfaces "accidentally" (note: I think it was really on purpose), spilled my freshly opened Coke all over the counter and floor. Oh and then we hid in the closet.
One hour passed and our roommates came home, noticed their was a mess, cleaned up the mess, didn't care to look for our rotting corpses, did math homework, and still we hid in the closet. The three of us. In a space no larger than a bread-box. Okay, but really more like a 3.75' by 2.25' space on the closet floor. Which was surprisingly ill-ventilated and I neglected to eat before so my stomach cried a lot.
After about 45 minutes, we banged on the walls and doors and still no one noticed, and yet they were home and apparently thought that the loud thuds on the walls were normal. So moral of the story, if you have been kidnapped and taped up in a closet, no one cares. :)
I have recently come across an artist that I knew existed, but not like I know them now. Flyleaf. The most amazing chick ever. She screams. Like screamo music. A girl. And she is disgustingly talented at that, and she can sing normal amazingly as well. It's sick.
I went and saw a movie called "Easy A" tonight with Ashley, Kourtney, Sarah, Chelsea, and a girl who we will call Beatrice (because it's irrelevant to the moral). And it was freaking amazing. It is about this girl in HS who fakes losing her virginity to some guy in a story to her best friend, and word gets around and suddenly she is fake sexing all these guys throughout the high school for bribes. And a bunch of other stuff goes on, but what I got out of it was that it doesn't matter who you are, because well people are gonna think whatever they hear anyway, so who gives a bleep what everyone else thinks. If you are happy, if you are doing what you want, then why do you care if Stacey (fictitious) from chemistry (fictitious as well. Not the subject in general, but I am just not in a class currently), thinks that you are a tramp. I think that is just where I am in life though, because that is what I always get out of movies. That and never trust a lawn-gnome (also fictitious).
Right now life is really just amazing. It is incredible what liberating yourself from pressures of living someone else's expectations can do for a being (human or animal, ha jk.)
Oh and I burned myself with my hair straightener wicked bad last night. Because I was doing my hair at night and not waked enough to concentrate. Because I had just shampooed my hair and I wanted to style it. Because I had just put a purple streak in my hair. Actually I didn't, it was Katelyn. And the straightener was falling and I thought to myself "OMG, nothing will be worse than it falling to the ground and me having to pick up the cool side with my hand to prevent me from burning myself." and it turns out that logic was largely false. Burning your hand trying to catch the straightener was far worse. :) The skin where the blister was is mostly gone now. I'll post pics. :) Oh and of my hair as well. Peace out.
Live life liberated: Do what you desire to do, be who you desire to be, and stop being a pansy. :)
THE END.
One hour passed and our roommates came home, noticed their was a mess, cleaned up the mess, didn't care to look for our rotting corpses, did math homework, and still we hid in the closet. The three of us. In a space no larger than a bread-box. Okay, but really more like a 3.75' by 2.25' space on the closet floor. Which was surprisingly ill-ventilated and I neglected to eat before so my stomach cried a lot.
After about 45 minutes, we banged on the walls and doors and still no one noticed, and yet they were home and apparently thought that the loud thuds on the walls were normal. So moral of the story, if you have been kidnapped and taped up in a closet, no one cares. :)
I have recently come across an artist that I knew existed, but not like I know them now. Flyleaf. The most amazing chick ever. She screams. Like screamo music. A girl. And she is disgustingly talented at that, and she can sing normal amazingly as well. It's sick.
I went and saw a movie called "Easy A" tonight with Ashley, Kourtney, Sarah, Chelsea, and a girl who we will call Beatrice (because it's irrelevant to the moral). And it was freaking amazing. It is about this girl in HS who fakes losing her virginity to some guy in a story to her best friend, and word gets around and suddenly she is fake sexing all these guys throughout the high school for bribes. And a bunch of other stuff goes on, but what I got out of it was that it doesn't matter who you are, because well people are gonna think whatever they hear anyway, so who gives a bleep what everyone else thinks. If you are happy, if you are doing what you want, then why do you care if Stacey (fictitious) from chemistry (fictitious as well. Not the subject in general, but I am just not in a class currently), thinks that you are a tramp. I think that is just where I am in life though, because that is what I always get out of movies. That and never trust a lawn-gnome (also fictitious).
Right now life is really just amazing. It is incredible what liberating yourself from pressures of living someone else's expectations can do for a being (human or animal, ha jk.)
Oh and I burned myself with my hair straightener wicked bad last night. Because I was doing my hair at night and not waked enough to concentrate. Because I had just shampooed my hair and I wanted to style it. Because I had just put a purple streak in my hair. Actually I didn't, it was Katelyn. And the straightener was falling and I thought to myself "OMG, nothing will be worse than it falling to the ground and me having to pick up the cool side with my hand to prevent me from burning myself." and it turns out that logic was largely false. Burning your hand trying to catch the straightener was far worse. :) The skin where the blister was is mostly gone now. I'll post pics. :) Oh and of my hair as well. Peace out.
Live life liberated: Do what you desire to do, be who you desire to be, and stop being a pansy. :)
THE END.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
One column of pretzel sticks
I organize my pretzels before I eat them. Into a cute little column of pretzel sticks. Then I go through and since the one with the most salt is my favorite, I take the ones that don't have any salt, the naked ones and eat them first. And I'm collecting Coke cans. Pepsi has lost all positive flavor and now tastes like nail polish remover.
I also have become obsessed with nationalgeographic.com, and this show about people who get locked away while they aren't in america because they are trying to traffic drugs.
I learned today that the great white shark is roughly the size of the prehistoric megalodon shark's manhood. That's a big shark.
I also have become obsessed with nationalgeographic.com, and this show about people who get locked away while they aren't in america because they are trying to traffic drugs.
I learned today that the great white shark is roughly the size of the prehistoric megalodon shark's manhood. That's a big shark.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
no more room for the food...
Whoever thought that 6 girls could all share a fridge was an idiot. There is NO room! one fridge, 6 people with milk and eggs and fruit and yogurt and bread and leftovers and cheese. It just doesn't fit. And plus, the pantry is tiny too. And there is only 5.25 shelves, and how do you split that between 6 people? There is plenty of other random storage space throughout the apartment, but who wants to put their wheaties in with the vacuum? No one.
Ha so last night I was rejected by a vending machine. I have a headache so I go to get a pepsi, and I put in 65 cents and press the button, and nothing. I press a diet button, and nothing. Then I press a dew button, and nothing. So I went and got 65 more cents and settled for coke instead, which for the record tastes like moldy cheese compared to dew and pepsi.
Oh and I carried 6 bags of groceries home today, which is only like a half mile, but it was so DANG heavy that I didn't even need to go to the gym today.
But, I have to admit that coke cans look a lot cooler than pepsi cans. I just like the coloring and such better.
I am a very happy girl. :) I have an apartment with amazing roomies, and I have a great job, and great friends, and my family, despite it's slightly dysfunctional state, is actually kinda cool I guess. :)
Ha so last night I was rejected by a vending machine. I have a headache so I go to get a pepsi, and I put in 65 cents and press the button, and nothing. I press a diet button, and nothing. Then I press a dew button, and nothing. So I went and got 65 more cents and settled for coke instead, which for the record tastes like moldy cheese compared to dew and pepsi.
Oh and I carried 6 bags of groceries home today, which is only like a half mile, but it was so DANG heavy that I didn't even need to go to the gym today.
But, I have to admit that coke cans look a lot cooler than pepsi cans. I just like the coloring and such better.
I am a very happy girl. :) I have an apartment with amazing roomies, and I have a great job, and great friends, and my family, despite it's slightly dysfunctional state, is actually kinda cool I guess. :)
Friday, September 10, 2010
My New Roomies :)
So first off- my roommates are freaking amazing. Jessica, Amberli, Penelope(that's her real name, but she goes by something else that I cannot really pronounce or spell, so we call her nelly), Keng and Katelyn. So two nights ago we ended up all standing around in the one room of the apartment listening to uber loud music that ranges everywhere from screamo to techno to hard core rap. And then they are belting out Celine Dion and talking about how they just get chills from listening to her. And I learned how to light my hand on fire.
Then tonight we went for an energy drink run and took out all the shelves in the hall closet so that we could hide Amberli's bicycle from her. :) And I went and got cupcakes with my guy friend Adam and they told me that it was booty call because anything after ten is booty call. So before I left to go with him, they locked me out and wouldn't let me back in until I yelled out that I was being a booty call tonight. And there were people ALL OVER outside listening. Ha and then I get back from the free cupcake and I think that it is just gonna be them in the apartment and I walk in and say "It was just a quickie" and no they aren't even there, but the living room was full of guys from the ward and then I banged the gong of
"got some", which basically means that you kissed that night.
Anyway, moral of the story- my roommates are tight and nothing sincere happens after 10.
Then tonight we went for an energy drink run and took out all the shelves in the hall closet so that we could hide Amberli's bicycle from her. :) And I went and got cupcakes with my guy friend Adam and they told me that it was booty call because anything after ten is booty call. So before I left to go with him, they locked me out and wouldn't let me back in until I yelled out that I was being a booty call tonight. And there were people ALL OVER outside listening. Ha and then I get back from the free cupcake and I think that it is just gonna be them in the apartment and I walk in and say "It was just a quickie" and no they aren't even there, but the living room was full of guys from the ward and then I banged the gong of
"got some", which basically means that you kissed that night.
Anyway, moral of the story- my roommates are tight and nothing sincere happens after 10.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
List of Things I Live For
Okay so in light of my terrific day I have compiled a list of the things that make me the happiest. These are the things that without, I don't think that I would look at the world the same.
-Best friends [Long long list...]
-Little sisters [just one, but she shows how much she misses me by physically abusing me in the middle of dinner at a restaurant. I'm literally covered in bruises on the side of my body that she was sitting next to, and I love her freaking guts]
-Cheeseburgers with large, crisp, juicy onions [thank you In and Out]
-Eminem [edited and post-ambien addiction]
-Pretzels and M&M's [Together...always together]
-Deodorant [because without it, the world would truly smell different]
-My calves [because without them, how would a distract all the boys at the gym]
-Cotton Swabs aka q-tips [I am slightly obsessed with the no ear wax ever concept]
-Not being color blind [to me, pink isn't even a color-it's a disgrace]
-Skullcandy headphones [don't even think about the new knock-offs, no one competes]
-Thumbs [you never realize how amazing something is until it is cut, swollen and wrapped in a bandage so that it's 3 times it's original size and rendered completely useless]
-Bicycles [if it weren't for the makers of Gary Fisher Hybrids I would walk everywhere]
-Fish Oil Pills [actually, I don't know why they made the cut]
-Mirrors [Imagine a world where only everyone else was able to see your beautiful face, and the booger hanging from your left nostril]
-Makeup [Imagine a world where you couldn't hide the beautiful blemishes strategically placed on your beautiful face]
-Toilet Paper [:)]
-Less than attractive boys-bless their hearts [for without them, we would never know who the attractive ones were]
Okay that's it I think. I mean there are plenty more, but I can't think of them right now. :)
So I have always liked writing, but a year ago ish I started this story/journal/autobiography and I really got into it and then life happened and I never finished it. But my friend, Kourtney, found a copy of what I had finished of it and I was talking to her about it and she thinks that I should finish. I think that it is one of those stories that you are kind of hesitant to share, but at the same time there are a lot of life lessons to be learned by others. So I am now going to finish it, I think.
I guess part of the reason that I am hesitant to share it with others is because after people read that, it's like they suddenly realize who I am and why I am the way I am, they know my past and they treat me differently. Almost everyone who dislikes me with their first impression, loves me after they hear about my past. And everyone who loves when they first meet me love me even more. And it bothers me. Maybe I am just not willing to admit that my past makes up a big part of who I am. But I don't think I have met anyone, that after hearing my story likes me less. Read it and suddenly- Candace is funny, smart, strong and resilient. But before I am just the overly talkative short redhead who laughs at everything [including her own jokes] and gets along with everyone. Oh well, I guess that is just the way that it is. :)
So anyway- I will be apparently finishing this story and maybe [if ya'll are lucky] posting it. :) I love that I am pretending like I am talking to an audience and so far I have 0 followers. :)
Take it is a compliment- we keep secrets from those we love the most.
Peace Out.
-Best friends [Long long list...]
-Little sisters [just one, but she shows how much she misses me by physically abusing me in the middle of dinner at a restaurant. I'm literally covered in bruises on the side of my body that she was sitting next to, and I love her freaking guts]
-Cheeseburgers with large, crisp, juicy onions [thank you In and Out]
-Eminem [edited and post-ambien addiction]
-Pretzels and M&M's [Together...always together]
-Deodorant [because without it, the world would truly smell different]
-My calves [because without them, how would a distract all the boys at the gym]
-Cotton Swabs aka q-tips [I am slightly obsessed with the no ear wax ever concept]
-Not being color blind [to me, pink isn't even a color-it's a disgrace]
-Skullcandy headphones [don't even think about the new knock-offs, no one competes]
-Thumbs [you never realize how amazing something is until it is cut, swollen and wrapped in a bandage so that it's 3 times it's original size and rendered completely useless]
-Bicycles [if it weren't for the makers of Gary Fisher Hybrids I would walk everywhere]
-Fish Oil Pills [actually, I don't know why they made the cut]
-Mirrors [Imagine a world where only everyone else was able to see your beautiful face, and the booger hanging from your left nostril]
-Makeup [Imagine a world where you couldn't hide the beautiful blemishes strategically placed on your beautiful face]
-Toilet Paper [:)]
-Less than attractive boys-bless their hearts [for without them, we would never know who the attractive ones were]
Okay that's it I think. I mean there are plenty more, but I can't think of them right now. :)
So I have always liked writing, but a year ago ish I started this story/journal/autobiography and I really got into it and then life happened and I never finished it. But my friend, Kourtney, found a copy of what I had finished of it and I was talking to her about it and she thinks that I should finish. I think that it is one of those stories that you are kind of hesitant to share, but at the same time there are a lot of life lessons to be learned by others. So I am now going to finish it, I think.
I guess part of the reason that I am hesitant to share it with others is because after people read that, it's like they suddenly realize who I am and why I am the way I am, they know my past and they treat me differently. Almost everyone who dislikes me with their first impression, loves me after they hear about my past. And everyone who loves when they first meet me love me even more. And it bothers me. Maybe I am just not willing to admit that my past makes up a big part of who I am. But I don't think I have met anyone, that after hearing my story likes me less. Read it and suddenly- Candace is funny, smart, strong and resilient. But before I am just the overly talkative short redhead who laughs at everything [including her own jokes] and gets along with everyone. Oh well, I guess that is just the way that it is. :)
So anyway- I will be apparently finishing this story and maybe [if ya'll are lucky] posting it. :) I love that I am pretending like I am talking to an audience and so far I have 0 followers. :)
Take it is a compliment- we keep secrets from those we love the most.
Peace Out.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
oops! :)
So I had previously been eating M&M's on my bed and watching a movie with my laptop and headphones. And then I got up and when I came back I saw an M&M on my bed and so I picked it up and bit it- and it was the ear bud for my headphones. :) Bright red, but not nearly as tasty or soft on my teeth as chocolate.
Might As Well Go Practically Big
So my latest ambition, the thing I would like to "grow up to be" is a personal trainer. Teach people how to gain control of their lives again through getting in great shape and taking care of the body that enables them to be alive. And eventually I would like to own my very own gym/health and fitness company. But I have recently also thought about other things too. I guess you could say that from my initial post-elementary school career goal, I have fallen down the ambition ladder quite a bit. I used to want to be an architect. Sitting in an office dreaming up big residential and commercial buildings and using both my stunning intelligence and my wild creativity and artistic talents to design buildings with function, practicality and aesthetic appeal. Minimum 5 years of schooling plus internship and I would still have to butt kiss my way to graduate from draftsman to architect at a big firm. So I ditched it and settled on personal trainer, a job in which I would be able to use mental skills to design and strategize and physical strength to demonstrate and coach others to a more healthy life. [I really should write commercials :)].
I have also been thinking something military- which all of my friends of course are thoroughly opposed to the idea, Police officer- which apparently would also fail as a career for a 5'2" redhead, and a firefighter, which also could require a bit more of a physique than I have been blessed with. So maybe I will just have to stick with saving the planet one sit-up at a time. Either that or just get myself some new friends. [jk, Ashleyface :)]
Besides, personal training is something I could do at an entry level with no college education, just certification, and work my way through getting a degree that enables me to recieve a pay increase. Sure beats the pay at the big PM :)
So I'm dreaming big [with the my own gym thing], but not so impossibly big that I get myself looking back at my life 2 years from now still making pizzas with my bank thousands in the red from student loans and thinking "Why didn't I just go to the gym and learn how to make people healthy?" :) So yeah. Dream big, but do so practically. Believing in your abilities and talents can only get you so far.
Today's list of favorites-
#1- Bald People. Especially when you can tell that the poor suckers are only in their mid-twenties. :)
#2- The miniature lake created in your belly button when you take a bath.
#3- The fact that no matter what company it is that advertises no deodorant marks with their black dress labels and claims- you still end up with deodorant smeared on the collar of your batman shirt. Or maybe that is just me.
I have also been thinking something military- which all of my friends of course are thoroughly opposed to the idea, Police officer- which apparently would also fail as a career for a 5'2" redhead, and a firefighter, which also could require a bit more of a physique than I have been blessed with. So maybe I will just have to stick with saving the planet one sit-up at a time. Either that or just get myself some new friends. [jk, Ashleyface :)]
Besides, personal training is something I could do at an entry level with no college education, just certification, and work my way through getting a degree that enables me to recieve a pay increase. Sure beats the pay at the big PM :)
So I'm dreaming big [with the my own gym thing], but not so impossibly big that I get myself looking back at my life 2 years from now still making pizzas with my bank thousands in the red from student loans and thinking "Why didn't I just go to the gym and learn how to make people healthy?" :) So yeah. Dream big, but do so practically. Believing in your abilities and talents can only get you so far.
Today's list of favorites-
#1- Bald People. Especially when you can tell that the poor suckers are only in their mid-twenties. :)
#2- The miniature lake created in your belly button when you take a bath.
#3- The fact that no matter what company it is that advertises no deodorant marks with their black dress labels and claims- you still end up with deodorant smeared on the collar of your batman shirt. Or maybe that is just me.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Many Many Colors and Brushstrokes
So first off, work was intense!!! 1189 pizzas, blowing the old record out of the water by 300 and I think our entire crew is exhausted. Everyone was happy and energetic and smiling and just working as fast as we possibly could all night and it was just great. :) By far the best night I have ever had at work. It was the first night since I first started working there that I felt that I have actually made a substantial difference to the good of the business. It feels good to actually accomplish things at work. And only 3 days left until I get a day off and they won't be nearly as intense, hopefully. The teamwork was just incredible.
Then after work my good friend, Joey, said something to me that really made me think. He said "Your problems define you". And maybe I am just thinking out-loud, but I guess in a way it is true. More the way that we handle the problems that face us, but still. Every single challenge that we are faced with, we are also faced with decisions. Optimism VS Pessimism and positive VS negative really does make all the difference. The way we face our problems and the decisions that we make in response to difficult situations really does define who we are.
I am not sure if he meant me specifically, which wouldn't surprise me with how much that kid knows about my life, but it can be applied to everyone. Many many colors and brushstrokes is what it takes to make a painting. Just saying. :)
And tonight I have decided on my official three favorite physical assets (besides the fact that I am naturally a very attractive person-that's a given):
-My calves.
-My neck.
-My teeth.
I love them all. I am also a fan of my gecko toes and my triceps.
Peace Out. :)
Then after work my good friend, Joey, said something to me that really made me think. He said "Your problems define you". And maybe I am just thinking out-loud, but I guess in a way it is true. More the way that we handle the problems that face us, but still. Every single challenge that we are faced with, we are also faced with decisions. Optimism VS Pessimism and positive VS negative really does make all the difference. The way we face our problems and the decisions that we make in response to difficult situations really does define who we are.
I am not sure if he meant me specifically, which wouldn't surprise me with how much that kid knows about my life, but it can be applied to everyone. Many many colors and brushstrokes is what it takes to make a painting. Just saying. :)
And tonight I have decided on my official three favorite physical assets (besides the fact that I am naturally a very attractive person-that's a given):
-My calves.
-My neck.
-My teeth.
I love them all. I am also a fan of my gecko toes and my triceps.
Peace Out. :)
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