Sammie Singing

Sammie and Hannah Johnson "The Rose" [Cover]

I've been posting a lot of videos on YouTube lately so I thought I'd post one here

Halloween

This is my 100th post!

So for halloween I was a mime!

Everyone loved it. Some people asked me if I was a real mime and if I did my own make-up. I felt super legit. The make-up didnt even smear after dancing for three hours. Our dance party last night was pretty cool. It was in a hanger at the Provo airport. It was awesome.

Roomies

I love my roommates. They have turned into some of my best friends, but sometimes... ah sometimes they are rediculous.
So my roommate, Hannah, is sort of exentric and really loves drama. Aparently she made out with this guy who is in our group and the way she told the story was like she kept telling him to back off but he kept going. the rest of my roommates and all were super pissed at this guy because no means no and we wanted to protect Hannah. So I go to this Halloween party tonight and the guy I like and the guy Hannah made out with were both there. So I flirted a bit with this guy and he ended up asking me on a date and I was super happy. And then the other guy came up to me and asked me if I was mad at him. I told him that I wasn't, but I was really disapointed because I thought he was a better guy than that. And then he blew up at me saying that if the guy I liked kissed me I wouldnt call him a jerk. And I told him that it was different because I wouldn't be telling him not to kiss me... and that Hannah had been telling him no. He then told me that Hannah hadn't said no to him at all. And i asked him to swear on it and he did. then I asked him how he knew who i liked and he said that Hannah told him. That little tramp has the biggest mouth ever. I'm a private person. I don't tell everyone my business like she does so 1. I'm pissed that she is telling people who I like and 2. I'm pissed that she would ruin a guys reputation like that. How dare she. Ugh I'm so upset.

Sammie Is Disappearing



Before

in Canada

19th Birthday

At the beach

Grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary

Last day in the Valley

Flour fight

Camping out for 4th of July parade

The cousins visited

I cut my hair

Getting ready to perform at UVenue

Just for fun

My body thus far.... I'll keep you updated

Updated pics

Wisdom Teeth

This morning I woke up with a terrible ache in the back of my mouth. I thought I had jabbed a fork back there or something. I had left the window open last night- I wondered to myself if it was just a sore throat. And then I did some investigating with my finger and discovered that it wasn't a sore throat or a cut from a fork gone rouge. The pain was from the angry little tooth in the back of my jaw. My wisdom teeth are growing in. joy -_- so right now I'm sucking on some ice and complaining about how much it hurts to push my tongue against it.

Lane Bryant

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is who I work for.

I'm appauled and embarrassed. Lane Bryant has always pushed the idea that big women are beautiful. And trust me, I support that. But I dont support it by taking their shirts off and having them sprawl all over each other for the front-of-the-store marketing ads. Its disgusting. No one wants to see that. I don't approve when Victoria Secrets does it and I don't approve when Lane Bryant does it. People walk by the store in the mall and have to see that. I think its terrible that an upstanding company like Charming Shoppes is caving into society's call for bare-breasted ladies. People come in and complain to the stylists and we all agree with them. We gladly give them a number to call and I've called myself. I hope people around the US are all complaining and making a stand against this rediculous cry for attention. There is a difference between being proud of your body and parading around in your skivies. Shame on you Lane Bryant. Shame, shame, shame.

Kitten Kaboodles

Boy what a night. So Andrew and I were hanging out on my back porch and we were talking relationshipy stuff when all of a sudden we heard a little kitten crying. It was faint but it was obviously in trouble so we jumped up and started looking for it. It's terrified little cries led us to a car in the parking lot of the next apartment building over. We lookde all aroudn the car and under the car and inside the car and we couldnt see the little thing. It was freezing and with every minute my anxiety level rose thinking about how cold the little fur bal must have been. So we kept looking for it and finally we found it stuck up in the undercarriage. We couldnt reach it and the cries were getting really desperate. so i went to my car and got my jack and when I came back Andrew was on the phone with the police dispatcher "This is not an emergency call. I need to report a cat stuck in a car. I know that it will die the next time the owner drives the car. I have a jack here and I could lift the car, but I thought maybe I should ask so I dont get into any trouble" He was on the phone for a few mins and the dispatcher told him not to jack the car and to wait for officers to arrive. We waited a few mins and up pulled a couple officers. They looked over the car and started figuring out the best way to get the kitten out. Andrew and I stepped aside to let the men work. About an hour and a few officers later, the cat was freed. We decided to name it 5 because thats how many officers it took to get it out of the car. So at the moment I'm camping out with it in the bathroom. I would jsut leave it in there but it keeps crying and I dont wanna wake all my roommates up. I'll figure out waht to do with it tomorrow, but for now I'm glad I could save the little kitten

Carrots Hate Me

This just in: Carrots hate me.
I was thinking, "hey maybe I'll have a nice snack. Carrots." I was proud of myself and my healthy choices and as i was eating my carrots i was patting myself on the back and then..... AND THEN! A pain sooo emmense hit me right in the chest and nearly knocked me to my knees - if i were standing up. Anyway i made my way to the bathroom and tried the best i could to get it out and ugh it was the most awful experience ive ever had. It was truly terrible. I vow to never eat raw carrots again! NEVER Ever ever ever ever!!!!!!!

What in the world have I done?

So, I just got out of class (which would account for my incredible lack of judgement) where we were talking about why students should take General Education classes. Anyway, I was walking out and I saw a sign. Cafe Night, September 14th 6pm. Sign up in SC 105 to perform. And dont you know it, I went straight to SC 105 and signed up to sing 3 songs are Cafe Night. Thats when I found out that it was a competition. Dang. I want to perform and not worry about people judging me against other people. I just want them to enjoy relaxing music. So anyway no turning back now. And I don't know what songs I should sing and you bet your bottom dollar that I'm gonna be practicing day in and day out. Sheesh....

Adapt?

new classes
new teachers
new semester
new roommates
new room
new ward
new hair
new clothes
new job?????
new traffic
new hours at work
new people at work
new calling
new friends

and yet so much of me feels so constant

Getting to know you

Its funny how the people you've known the longest can be the people who have become the strangest to you. I guess its because everyone stops asking the simple questions: whats your favorite color? whats your favorite animal? What kind of music do you like? what is your wildest dream? and do you hope that someday it will come true? And then when they find out the answers to the questions they are all shocked becuase they didnt ever see that side of each other. "I didn't know you liked Bob Marley" "I didn't know you have always dreamed of owning a bakery" "I didn't know that your favorite animal is an elephant" Of course you dont know, because you never asked. You tell me that you value me in one way or another, but how can that be when you have no idea who I am. You dont know that I want to go to Kazahkstan and eat an apple and see Tulips. You dont know that I want to touch people's hearts with something so simple like a cookie and a smile. You dont know that my only dream in life is to make other people see the world the way I see it: wonderful and full of people who are all looking for the same thing- LOVE. I want to unite the world with food. And I want you to ask me why and be legitamently interested in my answer.

We All Start by blowing bubbles and end in blowing up our neighbors

Judging Dark Alleys

I gues it isn't fair to say that someone is completely trusting or completely untrusting. Everything in life takes discernment. For example, you aren't going to go out and ask a complete stranger to hold on to a hundred bucks for you. You don't know anything about them and even if you did, wouldn't you have to judge whether they are trustworthy or not? So I know they say that judging people is wrong but dont we judge people all the time? Aren't we judging everything all the time? A dark alley? Don't go down there it's dangerous. What makes it dangerous? Scary people are there? Well how the hell do you know that if you never go down it? But who is willing to take the chance? No one. Because everyone is judging everything all the time. And those who don't are considered stupid. People who judge are said to be smart. And yet Jesus said not to judge. I wonder if Jesus would walk down a dark alley. Are these dark alleys not comparable to the dark people you seems to discard everyday? The sadest part is that because no one is going down these dark alleys, no one finds the gold on the side of the road. Allbeit that it was probably chucked out from a car during a highspeed chase or something but it doesn't make it less valuable.
And I love that walking through a field at night is dangerous. Well I wanna walk in a field at 2am

I bet Jesus never had to deal with this

There are a lot of bad things in the world, but for some reason, one of the things that bothers me the most is being treated like I'm subservient. Yea, I like to accommodate and I don't mind inconveniencing myself to makes someone else happy, but the moment someone starts taking advantage of that, I'm about through being nice. I'd love to give you a ride somewhere. Need some sugar? If I have it you can totally use it. I bet you'd love for me to help you wash your dishes. And I'm all too happy to do it for you, but the second you start bossing me around like I'm here only to serve you, you're gonna be wishing you had asked me to have the hospital number on speed dial for you. I'm so tired of people taking advantage of me and I'm about through with being nice. Because now people except me to do things for them all the freaken time and I never have time to get my own stuff done. Society blows.

When I Was Young

I used to watch my mother cook dinner and on the nights she made soup or something like it, I would ask if I could stir. While I was stirring I would pretend that I was a witch brewing up some sort of potion.

On sundays after church I would go outside and sit letting the wind lift my hair and I would pretend that I was a princess. I would even sing sometimes.

When I was in the house alone, I'd sing a duet- my partner was invisible, but I always saw him and I heard him crystal clear.

Katelyn and I would swing and we would close our eyes and enter a totally different world. We rode horses and fought witches and rescued a princess. It was always the same princess. I just realized how annoying that it.

When we had dinner guests coming over and my mother asked me to light candles, I would imagine the candles crying out in pain. The worst part is that I liked it.

Danielle and I would sometimes play in the back yard and on the days the were nice we would jump on the trampoline with the sprinklers going and we would pretend that we were abused ponies living in the sky, but everytime we were injured, it only made us jump higher and fly faster (we were ponies that could fly) and kick harder.

I was never very sure how to play with dolls so I just put music on and made them dance like they were in the music video.

I was convinced that cars could drive themselves. Until the day my dad proved other wise... we nearly went off the road.

I dont remember ever believing in Santa Clause.

My sister and I and some of the neighborhood kids would pretend like we were homeless when it was raining outside.

My dad would take us to Golden Corale and make us eat some sort of vegtable before anything else. I always got brocolli and cheese.

I was really upset the day we moved and it took me a long time before I liked the new house.

I never liked my drinks with ice.

I had a lot of dreams about clocks and snakes.

I have no memory of this, but apparently I stabbed my sister with a pencil once.

When I would walk to my piano lessons, I always looked over my should because I was sure someone was following me.

I would sit in the hamic swing and sing about three people who didn't exsist.

I used to corolate numbers with colors. 5 was red 4 was blue and when you add them they make 9 which was purple.

I was convinced that cats couldn't breathe unless they could move their tail.

Many Sides of Ramen

I'm trying to make a list of all the different ways to eat Ramen

1. The normal way where you cook it in water then add the broth
2. Dry, pouring the dry broth over it and eating it like chips
3. Crunching up the noodles and putting it on a salad
4. Making the noodles, draining the water and adding chicken and possibly a pasta sauce
5. Making the noodles, mixing them with eggs and baking it as a crust for a lasagna pie
6. Separating the layers of noodles and placing an egg on top. Over Easy? i think thats what it's called
7. Cooking it like normal and adding cream of chicken (my favorite way)
8. Melting cheese over the top of the uncooked noodles (really unhealthy, but its like asian nachos)
9. Making the noodles and mixing them into a pan that is sauteing (don't know how to spell it) vegtables and pouring the broth powder into it
10. Making the ramen like normal and adding beef and vegtables to make it a bit more hearty

3 Dollars can go far

I'm collecting a list of things you can buy with three dollars (no tax included with some of these)
1. three Gatorades from 7-11
2. a tie from the DI
3. a pillow from the DI
4. three churos from Del Taco
5. six boxes of genaric mac n' cheese from Wal Mart
6. fifteen packets of Ramen from Smiths
7. six green burritos from Del Taco
8. twelve gum balls from a gum ball machine
9. six pecks from a kissing booth
10. three glasses of lemonade from a lemonade stand
11. two packets of gum from 7-11
12. three movies rented from Redbox for one night
13. a really cheap box of hair dye
14. three tubes of Wet N' Wild lipstick
15. a test at the UVU testing center (yea they charge $3 a test... dumb)
16. a chocolate covered frozen banana
17. a million drinks from Taco Bell (I get them for free hahaha)
18. less than a gallon of gasoline
19. a pre-wrapped brownie from 7-11
20. a gallon of milk


I will add more later

Sometimes we act like birds

The weather today is perfect; sunny, warm, a slight breeze. I decided to ride my bike. So I was just cruising along, humming to myself when all of a sudden, a bird tumbles out in front of me. My heart stopped, my wheels screached, and my eyes bulged as I barely grazed the little guy. I could hear his tweet of terror and I turned around instantly to see if he was okay. I noticed that he had broken his wing and I prayed that it wasn't my fault. I replayed the incident in my head and assured myself that it wasn't... not after remembering how he rolled out in front of me. I couldnt do much to help him. I would have taken him in with me if I had a way to carry him home and if I had a place to store him once he was inside. I left the poor little guy in the grass. "Why on Earth would you hop in front of me like that?" I scolded him. It's just like a bird to throw itself into danger.

What Matters?

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What matters?

What matters? In the end, when all is said and done, what matters? What matters?

Is it the clothes you wear? The people you meet? The places you go? The things you know? The people you hurt? The people you help? The jobs you have? The family you come from? The time it takes for you to download a song? The things you make? The memories? WHAT MATTERS?!

Because I'm lost over here.... I used to think that love mattered above all, but even I am questioning that. Does love conquer all? Is love what keeps people together? Or is it convenience and common interests? ugh this whole figuring life out stuff is hard work. I don't know what matters.

I guess different things matter to different people... in that case... what matters to me? Money? That seems to be a big thing in society these days.

Jobs...

So I have an interview today. I am being considered for a management position and I'm really excited. Andrew and I were talking and he said that I was lucky because he knows people who have spent years in the service jobs and still havent made it to management. "You'r lucky", he said. "You say lucky, I say skilled." was my responce. But it's kind of true. With all the persistence I've put into this job, I could have gotten any job... I could have been a CEO.... of a lemonade stand, but still I get my own corner under the table. If I put this much effort into everything could you image how far I could go? Interesting to think about.

Rothko

This is based off of a piece from Rothko. It was an assignment for my Hummanities 1010 class. Not too bad for someone who doesnt paint.

WORDS!!!!!

Who loves words??? I do! Here's a list of underused words.

agelast

one who never laughs.

aglet

the plastic tip on the end of a shoelace.

akimbo

of the arms, with the hands on the hips and elbows bent outward. "He stood akimbo and surveyed the wreckage."

anadromous

of fish, migrating up rivers from the sea to spawn in fresh water.

anile

like a doddering, foolish old woman.

anserine

goose-like; also, silly, foolish, or stupid.

anthropophagy

cannibalism.

apolaustic

wholly devoted to the seeking of enjoyment.

arcadian

idyllically pastoral, simple, or untroubled.

avuncular

of or pertaining to an uncle; also, uncle-like.

barratry

the offense of frequently stirring up lawsuits or quarrels; also, in maritime law, fraud or gross criminal negligence by a captain or crew at the expense of a ship's owner or of the owner of a ship's cargo.

bastinado

torture by beating on the soles of the feet.

bezonian

a scoundrel.

bibcock

a faucet that is bent downward

bibliobibuli

those who read too much.

biffy

a toilet or outhouse.

bodewash

dried buffalo dung, used as fuel for fire.

boeotian

stupid, dull, obtuse; also, such a person.

bolus

a large medicinal pill; also, a mass of chewed food.

boondoggle

an unnecessary activity or wasteful expenditure.

borborygmic

pertaining to the rumbling of one's stomach or intestines.

bosky

having an abundance of trees or shrubbery.

brobdingnagian

enormous, immense.

brummagem

cheap and showy but inferior and worthless.

buccal

of or pertaining to the cheek or the mouth.

bugaboo

something that causes baseless fear or worry; also, a false belief used to intimidate.

bumf

toilet paper; also, worthless paperwork, literature, or junk mail.

callipygian

having shapely buttocks. See also: steatopygic.

captious

apt to raise objections to trivial faults or defects; given to fault-finding; difficult to please.

caryatid

a draped female figure supporting an entablature.

caseifaction

the act of turning into cheese.

cataglottism

kissing with the tongue.

cerumen

earwax.

chatoyant

changing in luster or color, as cat's eyes.

chiaroscuro

distribution of light and shade in a picture

chthonic

dwelling in the underworld.

cicisbeo

a male escort or lover of a married woman.

collation

a light meal.

contumelious

insolently abusive and humiliating.

corrigendum

a mistake to be corrected, especially an error in a printed book.

corybantic

frenzied or agitated.

crapulous

given to, characterized by, or suffering from gross excess in eating and drinking.

cynosure

a center of attraction or admiration.

dandle

to dance (a child) on one's knees; the action taken by a dandler.

deasil

clockwise. See also: widdershins.

defenestrate

to throw out of a window

dendrochronology

the study of growth rings on trees.

dipsomania

uncontrollable craving for alcohol.

discalced

barefooted.

doddle

something easy or requiring little effort.

donnybrook

a brawl or heated public dispute.

dottle

the plug of unburned tobacco left in a pipe after smoking.

draggle

make wet and dirty by dragging on the ground.

duff

decaying matter in a forest

ecdysiast

stripper.

edacious

devouring, consuming, voracious.

eesome

pleasing to the eye.

emollient

characteristic of that which softens or soothes the skin.

enantiodromic

characteristic of something that has become its opposite.

energumen

one who is possessed by a demonic entity.

epeolatry

worship of words.

epigone

an undistinguished imitator or descendant of an illustrious person or family.

eructation

belching; also, discharge of a volcano.

esprit d'escalier

a remark that occurs to someone later, after it should have been said (often a witty retort that occurs after the moment to use it has passed).

estivate

to spend the summer.

esurient

hungry.

evancalous

pleasant to embrace.

expiscate

to learn through laborious investigation.

exsanguinate

to drain blood from.

factotum

employee or assistant who does just about everything.

fantods

a state of nervous irritability; the fidgets; the willies. "Waiting for this semester's report card is giving me the fantods."

fernticle

freckle.

fescue

a small stick used to point out letters to a child learning to read.

flews

the pendulous corners of the upper lip of certain dogs, such as the bloodhound.

floccinaucinihilipilification

the categorizing of something as worthless.

flummery

meaningless chatter; also, deceptive language.

footle

to talk or act foolishly; to waste time.

foudroyant

dazzling, flashing; also, thunderous, noisy.

friable

easily crumbled; crumbly.

frisson

an emotional thrill; a shudder of emotion.

frowzy

ill-smelling, musty; also, slovenly, unkempt.

fugacious

fleeting, transitory; difficult to capture.

funambulist

a tightrope walker

gallimaufry

jumble or medley; hodgepodge.

geck

a dupe.

genuflect

bend the knee and lower the body, especially in reverence.

gleek

to joke or jest.

gobbledygook

windy gibberish or jargon.

gorbellied

corpulent.

gormless

dull, stupid, clumsy.

gound

the gunk that collects in the corners of the eyes during sleep.

gowpen

two hands placed together to form a bowl-shape; also, the amount that can be contained in a pair of cupped hands.

graustark

an imaginary place of high romance.

grimthorpe

remodel or restore an old building without proper grounding or knowledge of its authentic character or without exercising care to remain faithful to its original quality and uniqueness; after Baron Grimthorpe, English lawyer and architect, restorer of St. Alban's cathedral.

hallux

big toe.

hangdog

shamefaced, browbeaten, or intimidated.

hebdomedal

weekly.

hircine

goat-like; also, lustful.

hirple

to hobble or walk lamely.

hornswoggle

bamboozle, deceive.

hoyden

a boisterous, carefree girl; a tomboy.

infucate

to apply cosmetics.

inglenook

a nook by a fireplace.

insouciant

blithely unconcerned.

insufflate

to blow on or breathe into.

izzat

honor, prestige, reputation.

jillick

to skip a stone across water.

jocoserious

combining serious and humorous matters.

jugulate

to slit the throat.

kalopsia

the delusion that things are more beautiful than they really are.

katzenjammer

a loud, discordant noise; also, a hangover; also, a state of depression or bewilderment.

kibitz

to look on and offer unsolicited, meddlesome advice; to make wisecracks when others are trying to work or speak seriously.

kickshaw

a trinket or bauble; a culinary delicacy.

lambent

softly radiant; of a light or flame, playing on a surface without burning it; also, dealing lightly and gracefully with a subject of discussion.

lapidate

to stone to death.

latrinalia

graffiti found in restrooms.

legerdemain

slight of hand; magic tricks.

liripipe

a long scarf or cord attached to and hanging from a hood.

ludic

characterized by playfulness.

macerate

to make or become soft by steeping in a liquid; also, to waste away by fasting.

madefy

moisten.

maffick

to rejoice with an extravagant and boisterous public celebration.

malinger

pretend to be ill in order to avoid work or shirk duty.

marmoreal

resembling marble.

mawkish

excessively or feebly sentimental; also, having a faint, sickly taste.

meldrop

a drop of mucus at the end of the nose.

mendacious

telling lies, especially habitually; untruthful.

miasma

a noxious atmosphere or influence; unpleasant or unwholesome air.

misprision

neglect or wrongful action committed by a public official.

moiety

about half of something.

monomania

obsession with one idea or interest.

moonglade

the bright reflection of the moon on a body of water.

mordant

bitingly sarcastic.

mosh

to engage in uninhibited, frenzied activities with others near the stage at a rock concert. See also: mosh pit.

mosh pit

the place near the stage at a rock concert where moshing occurs. See also: mosh.

mulct

to take money from, by taxation or by trickery.

mundungus

stinky tobacco.

myrmidon

an unscrupulously faithful follower; henchman.

napiform

resembling a turnip.

neologist

one who makes up new words.

nidify

to build a nest.

noctambulist

a sleepwalker; somnambulist.

nosocomephrenia

depression due to a prolonged hospital stay.

nothosonomia

the act of calling someone a bastard.

nudiustertian

pertaining to the day before yesterday.

nyctalopia

night blindness.

obdormition

numbness caused by pressure on a nerve, as when one's foot is "asleep."

obnubilate

cloud over, darken, or obscure.

ochlocracy

mob rule.

octothorpe

the '#' symbol; also, "octothorp."

omphalopsychite

one who contemplates his navel. See also: omphaloskepsis.

omphaloskepsis

contemplation of one's navel. See also: omphalopsychite.

opsimath

one who begins to learn late in life.

ort

a scrap of food left after a meal is completed.

osculate

kiss.

ovoviviparous

producing eggs that hatch within the female's body without obtaining nourishment from it.

oxter

armpit.

pandiculation

the stretching that accompanies yawning.

panjandrum

a pompous official or pretender; also, the mock title of a self-important person.

pantaloon

a man's close-fitting garment for the hips and legs, worn especially in the 19th century

pate

top of the head, usually a bald head.

penny-farthing

an old-fashioned kind of bicycle with a huge front wheel.

penultimate

next to last.

perendinate

to put off until the day after tomorrow; also, to keep postponing from day to day.

peripatetic

going from place to place; itinerant.

philtrum

the vertical groove between the nose and upper lip.

picaresque

of fiction, dealing with the adventures of a rogue.

pilose

covered with hair.

pilpul

a nitpicking, unproductive argument.

pinguid

fat; also, greasy.

placebo

a harmless substance given as medicine, usually to humor a patient.

poetaster

an inferior poet.

popinjay

a talkative and conceited person.

popliteal

of or pertaining to the back of the knee.

preponderate

to surpass others in numbers, intensity, force, or prowess.

prescind

turn aside.

psithurism

a low whispering sound, such as the rustle of leaves.

puckeroo

useless, broken.

pulchritude

attractiveness.

purulent

containing, consisting of, or discharging pus.

pusillanimous

timid, faint-hearted, or cowardly.

quidnunc

a busybody or a gossip.

quincunx

the pattern of five objects arranged such that four of the five objects form a square, while the fifth is positioned in the middle. "The dots on the '5' side of a die are arranged in a quincunx."

quisquilious

like rubbish; trashy, worthless.

raconteur

one skilled in telling stories.

rebarbative

causing aversion or irritation.

recension

an editorial revision of a literary work.

recidivist

one who continually commits crime and seems incurable of criminal tendencies.

recrudesce

of a disease, sore, or hostile feeling, to break out again.

renitent

resistant to pressure.

retroussé

turned up at the tip, especially a nose.

rhabdomantist

one who practices divination by means of a rod to locate underground water; a dowser.

riant

smiling.

sanguinary

bloodthirsty; murderous.

sanguine

cheerfully confident or optimistic; also, having a healthy, reddish color.

saturnine

characteristic of a person having a gloomy or forbidding appearance.

scuttlebutt

gossip.

seersucker

a light, thin fabric, such as cotton or rayon, with a crinkled surface and a usually striped pattern.

sericate

silky.

simous

having a very flat or snub nose, with the end turned up.

skosh

a small amount; a tad.

smithereens

fragments or splintered pieces.

snollygoster

a shrewd, unprincipled person.

sockdolager

a conclusive blow or remark; also, something outstanding.

somnambulist

a sleepwalker; noctambulist.

spanghew

to cause a frog or toad to fly up in the air.

spartle

to move the body or limbs in a sprawling or struggling manner.

squidger

the huge disc, or wink, used to propel other winks in the game of Tiddly-Winks.

squiffed

intoxicated.

steatopygic

having fat buttocks. See also: callipygian.

sternutation

the act of sneezing; also, a sneeze.

stymie

to thwart, stump, or obstruct.

subderisorious

ridiculing in moderation.

subfusc

drab, dusty.

suppurate

to form pus; to fester.

susurration

whispering, murmuring, or rustling.

sycophant

one who attempts to gain a personal advantage by servile flattery.

tantalolagnia

arousal caused by teasing.

tantivy

a headlong dash or rapid gallop; also, characteristic of one in a tantivy; also, the blare of a trumpet or horn. "The man was running tantivy after the thief."

tauromachy

the art of bullfighting.

tenebrific

producing darkness; obscuring.

tergiversate

to turn one's back on one's party or cause; also, to make evasive statements or equivocate.

termagant

a shrewish, bullying woman.

thewy

muscled, brawny.

tintinnabulous

of or relating to bells or the ringing of bells

tohubohu

a state of chaos, disorder, and confusion.

tragus

the little flap of cartilage that projects over the hole in one's ear.

trollop

a promiscuous woman.

twee

affectedly cute or quaint; overly precious or nice.

ultra-crepidarian

giving opinions or criticism beyond one's own range of experience.

ululate

lament loudly and shrilly; wail.

umbrage

the feeling of being offended.

vermiculate

having wavy, wormlike lines or motion; sinuous, tortuous.

vexillologist

one who studies flags.

vicissitude

a change of circumstances affecting one's life.

walla-walla

the unintelligible sound made by many people talking at once.

whelm

to cover or engulf completely, usually with disastrous effect.

whinge

complain fretfully, whine.

widdershins

counterclockwise; also, in a contrary direction.

Ally McBeal

I'm not sure how familiar you are with Ally McBeal, but if you are, here is my self analysis based on that show. There are times when I'm like Ally: a little crazy, enjoying my misery, hallucinations, self esteme issues, and the fear that I will forever be alone. And the rest of the time I'm Renne: confident, sexy, cool, smooth, and strong. Is it possible to be two completely different people and still be balanced?

4th of July Parade

4th of July parade in provo

Life is like a fast food restaurant

Tonight I realized that life is like a fast food restaurant. Andrew was closing at Taco Bell and since it was so late, I figured that I'd be nice and pick him up so he didnt have to walk home. Plus I really wanted a pink lemonade. That's the cool thing about dating a guy who works at a fast food restaurant; get all the crew members and managers to like you, and you get free drinks and sometimes yummy cinnatwists. Anyway, I got there a bit early so I waited and Andrews manager was nice enough to let me sit in the back so I didnt have to sit in the lobby all by myself all awkward... anyway I felt really cool becuase I've always wondered about the "behind-the-scenes" aspect of the fast food business. I was sitting in the managers chair as he and Andrew cleaned up and put the extra food back in the freezer and such. As I was sitting there, biting my cuticles, I started thinking that life is like a fast food restaurant. During the day you interact with a whole slew of people and you get your work done and then when you fall asleep; or close your doors and shut off the lights-- the little crew memebers in your brain clean up the messes you made and so when you returned the next morning, everything is just how it was the morning before: clean, tidy, organized, and fresh. I'm going to bed, I just finished my pink lemonade

Making S'mores

Sometimes I get my best ideas when I can't sleep. For example, last night I came up with a story idea. I haven't thought up a plot in a while so I was excited. Unfortunately, I went to sleep before I wrote it down and now I completely forgot what it was. Isn't just how life is? When we finally catch a break, we do something to ruin it and then there goes our chance. Life is always throwing that at me. Sort of like when you stick a marshmallow in the fire and you turn your head for a breif second and when you look back at it, it's only because everyone is shouting at you because its on fire. And by the time you finally get the flames extinguished, it's too late and you have to let it fall to the fire. Imagine doing that with every marshmallow that gets handed to you. How incredibly frustrating. That's why I sort of refuse to make hypothetical s'mores. First off, they are loaded with sugar and carbs, and second, because making something like a sandwich is much less threatening... unless of course you have a dog sitting near by in which case it would only be a matter of time before you look away and the dog snatches it from your hand.

Provo Pedestrian

Dear pedestrian,
As silly as this may make me seem, I'm assuming that you are human. I mean all the clues are there. You are a bipedal, are carrying a backpack, are wearing clothes, and iyou have two eyes, two ears, a mouth, and a nose. Then again so does a chimp. But, lets say for arguments sake that you are, without a doubt, human. Why then, good sir, did you dart in front of my car as I was going down a hill at 45 miles per hour??? There were no cars in front of me, and it would be a while for more cars to come behind me, so I'm trying to understand what in the world you were thinking. Suicidal? Maybe. I wouldn't blame you for it with that awful haircut. Blind? Doubtful seeing as you looked both ways before you decided that going in front of my car was the best choice. Adrenaline junkie? Possible. Although I'd expect something much more than running out in front of a car in which case I'm very disapointed in you. Psychotic? Likely.
Take care of yourself,
Sammie

Passions

Do you know what is wrong with society these days? People are afraid to recognize their passions. They hide in their dark little corners and chastise those who would revel in their passions. People are afraid to do what they really want to do. Want to go to Del Taco at 2am? Then go! Want to walk barefoot to the park? Then do it! Want to travel the world with nothing more than a song in your heart? GO! I'm so tired of people telling me that being me is wrong. Dreaming about owning a business? Sure! Why not? Because life is only so long before you wake up dead and realize that the only thing you did was what everyone else wanted you to do. And how does that make sense? If they want to do something then let them do it. And what is with people never showing exactly how they feel? I had a teacher once who always wanted to laugh, but for some reason he never did. Are you happy? Yes? Then freaken smile! First dates? No need to play games or act like things aren’t what they are. If you are having fun then have fun and if it isn’t then don’t act like it is. God gave us emotions for a reason and they are a precious gift. Who are we to ignore one of life’s most beautiful assets? Enjoy life. Enjoy love, friendship, freedom, art, and even pain. Yes I know pain isn’t enjoyable, but you should appreciate it for what it is because sometimes pain is one of the most dictating things about us. It can make a person great and mighty or completely destroy them. People need to be alive! And be who they are! That being said, doing only what you want to do all the time will only lead to anarchy. So where do we draw the line? I guess as long as your actions don't inflict upon someone else's freedom then it is acceptable in America. Mostly... can you say gay marriage inflicts upon other people's freedoms? Well, even if it doesn't I'm completely against it.

Picture Updates

having fun with sparklers

at kiwanis park

at a barbeque

bridal veil falls

Being an Adult

AHHH so sometimes life is really complicated and full of stress. Sometimes you have to deal with other people's shortcomings because that's who they are. Sometimes you have to be patient. SOMETIMES people become selfish because they take your patience and charity for granted..... sigh. How do you give to someone without expecting anything in return? I know thats what unconditional love is, but when you are getting hounded at left and right and you're trying to be everything you can be and yet it's still not enough... I'm getting stretched to my limits here. Maybe I need a few days to myself, to really umm think about life. Sheesh. Being an adult is like being a punching bag. You just have to suck  it up and take the blows because if you dont perform like you are supposed to, people want nothing to do with you or they complain about you. Then again nothing is ever what it seems.

Ramen

So people go through life not knowing that there is an incredible amount of danger lurking around every corner. Just now, I had scaulding Ramen broth splashed on my face. I mean it's just Ramen. I've eaten it a million times before, but today was different. Today, statistics won. If you are around scaulding Ramen all the time eventually you're going to get splashed in the face with it.
Updates: I start class again tomorrow. An ever harder English class; joy. Super excited about that, but at least I get a new professor and hopefully this guy isn't as wierd as the last one. I went to Temple Square with Andrew and his brother and his sister-in-law. It was super fun... right up until I had a freaken hypo-freaken-glycemia attack! I was so embarrassed. But they were nice enough to be patient with me. umm what else.... Actually I think thats it. mk

White Flag

Parents are awesome because they teach their children based on thier own life experiences. Siblings are awesome because they try to teach you from their life experiences, but with siblings, you actually see them before, during, and after their experience so you can relate to what they are saying. I really appreciate my siblings and their advice. Thanks guys, for looking out for me.
P.S. I bought an algae eater. His name is Stix... as in fish sticks

Update

So funny story: my roommates think I'm ballemic. I don't blame them. I vomit at least once a day and I'm not about to tell them that I had a freaken gastric bypass. Its all good. I've never been one to really care about what people think about me. Actually, its kinda fun to be the demented and mysterious roommate. hahaI finally got a third job interview with Lane Bryant at University Mall. I had to call like 6,000,000 times but I finally got them to set and date and time. I really really really need/want this job so I'm well pleased. I hope I get hired specially after all the hoops I've had to jump through for them.
So I'm dating this guy Andrew Lovo. He's from D.C. We met at Taco Bell and things have been super fun ever since. He's super sweet and treats me like a princess.
Amia sent me a package full of Mexican candy and a painting that she and Aly made for me. It was so sweet I nearly cried. It's really nice to know that people miss me. It makes me feel loved. It's just like when I get cards stuffed with cash from Grandma.
Anyway thats about it.

Evolution of the Alarm Clock

In the early years, man was awaked from the rays of the sun. Then man got married and was awaked by his wife telling him to go hunt so she could make breakfast.
Later down the line, man began domesticating animals and use the cock's crow to rise to.... at midnight, two am, three am, and four am, because rooster crow at all hours of the night.
These were adequate systems to ensure that man was awake at the time that the first ray of sun warmed the earth, but man slowly learned about technology.
A long way after that, man created alarm clocks. Ya know the old fashioned ones with the two bells on top and hammers that slams into them. They were accurate, managable, and efficient... at waking the whole house up because they were so freaken loud.
Now here we are in the 21st century and man has created so many wonderful things. But I'm still tussling over why my alarm clock's beeper sounds like a bomb. I guess through all of man's creative process' we thought, "The best way to get someone out of bed is to make them think that there is a bomb right next to their head... every single freaken morning."

Bring it On

I love that you try to tell me whats best for me. Usually you are right and usually I should be listening, but we both know that I'm the kind of person who needs to figure that out for myself. So, here we are in the same situation we are always in: you telling me to do one thing and me doing the opposite just to know what exactly it is that you are trying to keep me away from. Well, my dearest, fear no longer. I'm near the end of my rebelliousness. I feel that these next couple debacles are going to be the worst we've seen yet, but if my intuition is right, which it usually is, it's going to be worth it. Looking forward to getting bruised up. See ya on the battlefield.

Hating myself

Hate is ugly. Hating someone is unhealthy and wrong. Jesus didn't hate anyone and neither should anyone else. Hating someone is like gorging out your brain with a scaulding metal pole. Whats worse than hating someone? Hating yourself. Because when you hate someone, at least you can get away from them. When you hate yourself, its like the purest form of torture. You are bound to yourself by the largest organ in the human body and your soul falls victim. I guess there are two ways to approach this situation. A. Kill yourself    B. Change how you feel about yourself    C. Change yourself   I bet you are wondering why I hate myself. Well, there are too many levels of hate to go through in one blog so I'll just make it simple. I'm Satan's Child. Not only do I lure people into trusting me and stab them in the back, but I do it again, and again. I am an awful person. a few minutes I was heading toward option A and then I realized that it would solve absolutely nothing and possibly make everything worse. And then I thought about option B and said "screw the world. they have no right to judge me. I'm only human" but all that does is alienate myself from all the people I truly care about. So option C is the only thing left. Changing myself. This is incredibly difficult. Changing who you are. Its almost as agonizing as hating myself. But I want to change because hating myself and knowing that the only people who love me unconditionally hate me as well is the most wreached thing to feel in a lifetime. and I feel it almost constantly. Now, you people can go on hating me. It's your right as a human with agency, but I'm done hating myself and although some decisions have lead me to darker places, I'm glad I made them. Yea, I'm glad. because now I'm stronger and when I succeed more than you imagined I could, I'm going to hug you and thank you for making me hate myself.

Taco Bell

So tonight I went to Taco Bell really quick with my roommates before FHE and the guy at the counter was cute and I kinda had my eye on him so we talked and flirted a bit. Anyway we sat down and ate our food and I borrowed my roommates pen and wrote my number down and torn off the bit of my burrito paper and sat there and drummed my fingers nervously. I kept going back and forth in my head "should I?" ..... "no i shouldn't"..... " well, I'm gonna" anyway my friends told me to just leave it on the counter when he wasn't there. We headed for the door and I was about to set it down when he walked out and then I chickened out and walked out. I lingered outside the door and sqinted my eyes. "DO IT!" I walked back in and said, "I've got a question...." then I stood there sort of awkwardly... I almost said nevermind but then... "Do you wanna go out sometime?" he immediately said "yes." and then "I was hoping you would... I'm shy" I handed him the crumpled paper with my number on it and walked out. On the drive home, my friends were like, "you are my hero" and "I need to be as awesome as you" hahaha it kind of made my night =D... anyway heres to living life! taking risks, pissing people off, doing the unexpected, and just filling your life with invigorating experiences =D

Total Eclipse of the Heart

You know those wierd music videos that have nothing to do with the actual song? Well here is a link to "total eclipse of the heart" music video with some new lyrics. Its hilarious!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj-x9ygQEGA

Breaking the Law

My neighbor Courtney and I went to an abandoned steel factory that was demolished about 60 years ago and I took some pictures on my camera phone. enjoy =)