General Conference

So... just so everybody knows... it was general conference this weekend. I LOVE GENERAL CONFERENCE. Not because I'm super extremely crazily LDS, or because that's the only thing I look forward to in my life. But it provides me with this time where I can just relax and let my beliefs just flow over me. If you don't like general conference that's okay... because I do have something that you will like. And if you don't you're super lame.


SUPER LAME.


Anyways, I'm sure you've all heard of Rebecca Black's Friday. If not, edify your life and watch it here. It will be the most amazing 3:48 minutes of your life you'll ever have.




Did you watch it now? Good. Just in case you were wondering I was being extremely sarcastic up there. However I figured I'd make the song about a billion times better. And I was bored. So this is what I made up. If you want to go read the original lyrics, and see how much my song trumps them... they are located roundabouts here.

Here is my new song. Or parody... It's called Sunday.

Ten am turnin on my radio, gotta get a signal gotta listen. Gotta have the spirit gotta have the reverence. Seeing all the speakers the time is coming. Gotta turn on the TV too gotta find the channel, I see the Prophet! Sitting in the red chairs, standing at the pulpit. Gotta make my mind up how should I listen to his talk? It's Sunday Sunday general conference Sunday. Looking forward to the speakers speakers. Sunday Sunday general conference Sunday. Everybody's ready for the prophet to speak... Listening listening (yeah!) or watching watching (yeah!) fun fun fun fun looking forward to the second session! One forty five we're back at our TV. Sittin here waiting we want time to fly. Fun fun think about fun you know what it is. I got pens you got paper. We're gonna take some notes. I got pens you got paper we're going to feel the spirit! Listening on the radio, watching on the TV. Gotta make my mind up how should I listen? Yesterday was Saturday (Saturday) today it is Sunday (Sunday) we we we so excited. We so excited. It's general conference again! Tomorrow is Monday and Tuesday comes after wards. That means general conference will be done! But it's Sunday Sunday general conference Sunday...

Best thing ever? I thought so too. That's all.

Back to School!

Sooo... I just wanted to let everybody know how awesome I am. I bought all the books for this semester. I decided to see what would have happened if I had bought them all at the book store like it is suggested and what my total would have been.
 Here's what I found out:

Study Guide: 25.85

Biology Book: 81.65

Lab Study Guide: 34.05

Communication theories: 74.10

First Look at Communication Theory: 122.45

Go with Office 2007 With CD: 76.00

I live in the future and Here’s how it works: 25.00

MLA Handbook: 22.00

Design and Truth: 26.00

Total: 487.10

Okay so, next... I figured out what I really paid for all of those books... here it goes:

Study Guide: 20.70

Biology Book:  Free!

Lab Study Guide: 27.25

Communication theories: 16.00

First Look at Communication Theory: $53.99

Go with Office 2007 With CD: Free!

I live in the future and Here’s how it works: $16.99

MLA Handbook: 18.84

Design and Truth: 15.84 

Total:  169.62

Ya. That's how cool I am :)
I feel like a super thrifty shopper. In the good way.

How to Scare Off Your Date!

This was a speech that I did for my communication class, that I wrote and illustrated. I thought everyone would enjoy it :) and I've had some friends tell me to put it up. So... here you go!

"Let’s say you just met some new people You’ve been hanging out with them for a bit when they have to leave for a minute.  Before they go you jump on face book and you say “Hey! I’ll add you guys on here!” So you do. They leave and a couple of minutes later you suddenly get three texts and a call from an unknown number. You answer and have them ask you “Hey! Let me back into the building!”

You pause… and say “Who in the world is this!?”

They tell you their name, and it’s one of the kids you’ve just barely met but who you didn’t talk to at all. You ask “Where did you get my number?” to which they calmly reply “Face book!”

Keep in mind, while you were hanging out this person told you the only way he could get on the internet was the library.

Does this creep you out a little? Or are you totally fine with it? I know how I felt. He scared me so bad that any chance of him ever being more than a friend was gone after that move. It seemed very desperate and too familiar too fast. As a person who has had many boys who have tried to move too fast too soon in a relationship situation I decided to do my informative speech on how to scare off any girl or boy you are interested in in a romantic situation. All of us whether married, dating or single have had those people we’ve become interested in who’ve totally and completely scared us off.!  My speech is designed to tell you exactly how you can be that person who can scare off any member of the opposite sex you want to! Let’s begin.

Okay everyone. Let’s say you’ve just met this extremely attractive man or woman. The most amazing woman or man you’ve ever met. They look airbrushed, but it’s natural! You by some strange happenstance meet this godlike person at a party, talk to them for a moment and get/ give them your number. That was as far as your conversation went before they left and you had to go pinch yourself and make sure you weren’t dreaming.

Now it’s been a couple of days since you’ve seen them and you’re starting to think they may be just a dream! However, they call you and ask you out on a date for next Friday.) you decide to be the best date you possibly can. You want your date fall in love with you instantaneously while you drive to the restaurant. Perfect.

Here’s where you can use these tips to scare off your date and make sure that never happens. (Disclamer… these steps are so you know what you shouldn’t do on a first date and should not really be used when trying to catch the man or woman of your dreams. Unless you’re actually trying to make them hate you.) We’ll start with the men first:

Scare off your date!

View more presentations from Whitney Baum.

Using this advice you can make sure that you will be able to scare him off for the rest of your life.

If you listen to these great tips for men and women, you can make sure that you can scare off any date you’ll ever have!

I hope you enjoyed my presentation and take these points into consideration on any date… whether you want to scare them off, or make sure that you don’t"

Oh to be able to see the powerpoint, make sure that you put it in full screen mode :)

I want to...

I love this song... and I want to remember it. It kinda describes my life to a certain point :) Both with " love" and with just everything.
I've learned to just jump into everything and go with it. Don't worry and take life one little bit at a time. And when you want to try and change something for the better-
Then do it.
There are some things right now I can't change about life... for obvious reasons. But... I can wait and live life as it comes at me and try to put the little pieces together to make the big picture the way I want it. Hopefully with Heavenly Fathers help and my own determination I can make my life everything I've always wanted; be it college, grades, understanding things, love, family or friends. And that's what I'm determined to do.


I've packed a cooler and a change of clothes
Let's jump and see how far it goes.
You got my heart and your daddy's boat
We got all night to make it float
We could sit on the shore, we could just be friends
Or we could jump in...

Whole world could change in a minute
Just one kiss could stop it spinning
We could think it through
But I don't want to, if you don't want to
We could keep things just the same
Leave here the way we came, with nothing to lose
But I don't want to, if you don't want to
...
Yeah we both got dreams, we could chase alone
Or we could make our own


Whole world could change in a minute
Just one kiss could stop this spinning
We could think it through
But I don't want to, if you don't want to
We could keep things just the same
Leave here the way we came, with nothing to lose
But I don't want to, if you don't want to


Never waste another day
Wonderin' what you threw away
Holdin me, holdin you
I don't want to, if you don't want to


We could keep things just the same
Leave here the way we came, with nothing to lose
But I don't want to, if you don't want to...
But I want to.

It's College Baby! :)

Dear everybody who reads this. COLLEGE HAS STARTED!
And I have to say... I love it. Everyone told me that I would and I would have a ton of friends, and guess what? I do! It's just wonderful! :) This week I had fun. I started my classes. Some of them are hard but some are pretty easy. My first class is Comm 1010. I have found some nice people in there. There is a very tall blond cute guy. Personally I think we should be friends. Best friends. But apparently i'm not cool enough. I already labeled myself as the nerd in that class since I  did an assignment, took a page, and everyone else took two sentences. And then the teacher told me to read it out loud, and that we could all leave because i'd explained the whole class in my assignment. So sadly I don't think super tall blond dude will be talking to me anytime soon. Unless he needs help with his homework. In this class there are also a bunch of hicks who think I won't get a job because I'm a woman. Or at least I'll get a dish washing job. And they were serious. I didn't ever think that i'd be called a feminist, yet when I got mad at them I was. Funnily enough none of them are married. Interesting... I wonder why. Anyways. I made them shut up when I proved how awesomely womanly I was when I took control of our group project. And today when they asked me if I got a job yet I replied " Maybe. Have you got a life yet?"  Smack down!!!
Anyways, I digress.
My next class is communication research. This one is full of upper classmen. And if you want to talk to a cute guy you have to check his ring finger to see if it's worth it or not. Most of the time it isn't worth it. Anyways. This one is hard. The professor looks just like the captain on Wall-e. (Sadly he sounds like him too!) My next class is interpersonal communication. That's like a discussion class. It usually doesn't have much homework. Which is very nice. But the professor is extremely weird... and old. And talks about her chickens, and her pierced toe, and how she had the knuckle taken out of her toe.  My last class is math 1040- statistics! I love his class because I understand statistics. Even though it takes me like two hours to finish my homework.
This weekend I also had fun, I went down to St. George and partied it up at Dixie State college with my cousins, went to DI, started a quote wall, went to a dance for two songs, exercised to Richard Simmons and many other things. I will now show you some wonderful parts of my college life, through pictures. :)

My roommate Crissy, accepting her childhood dreams.

The place I made for my roommates friend Blaine because he is here so often.

Blaine, in his spot, with the picture I drew of him.

All of blaines necessities.

Nobody knew about the face game here... so I brought it to SUU!

My beautiful friend Maddie- she is so funny! I did her hair. I know. I'm amazing.

Adventures in Walmart are a normal occurrence. Finding these gems... are not.

My friend gabby, at DI with her doll that had a bad run in with some bronzer.

Maddie's new look.

Crissy the professional racecar driver.

DI 3D glasses! :)

Our quote door after two days. There are a lot more now. :)

Alexis hiding beneath a blanket

My room is amazingly decorated. That's my wall.It's the best wall here :)

SUUmmer. (Haha see how clever I am?!)

This week has been a week of stress and of relief, as well as being totally and completely anxiety ridden to being as happy as anyone could possibly be! :) I'm talking about AP and IB scores, if you couldn't tell. I pretended like I didn't care when I was talking about them with other people but I think I was just in denial. It's fairly possible... haha. Anyways I realized I was not, no way, no how not caring about how I did on these tests. I realized this at about four in the morning on the day our IB test scores came. I pretty much had an anxiety attack in my bed. If you've ever had an anxiety attack, it's not fun to have them in your bed, let alone anywhere. So I tried to go back to sleep, and finally I decided to just get up and sit on my laptop and wait for results to come out. When they did I was extremely happy, because I had gotten my diploma. :) Then yesterday, I went to go check the mail and I teasingly asked my mom if there was any mail for me. My mom was on the phone and she threw my AP scores at me. That induced another anxiety attack. So I opened the scores and proceeded to run around my house being extremely happy, because of my scores! All of this results in my blog post. First of all: Because I obtained my diploma I have 30 free credit hours at SUU.So after being very excited about that I tried to figure out what exactly that meant. At SUU you have general education requirements (obviously) which are made up of different learning areas and some core classes you are REQUIRED to take. That, along with your general ed. classes for your major make up about your first two years. Then your next two years (or four, or eight or sixteen or whatever) you work on your major. Or you decide to forego one major and start all over with your gen ed requirements for a different major. Ha ha. Anyways. I found out that SL credits don't count for my gen education, and one of their core English classes can't have any AP or IB credit applied to it so you can't transfer out. However as I was looking at the website for SUU I realized that I was done with all my general education classes. Except three. The stupid English class, math and a computer literacy class. I also have two one hour classes that are required for the new freshman, which is pretty much my orientation that I go to in the first week of school. So technically I only have three classes to take, before I have to decide my major and start taking pre requisite classes for my major. I think deciding my major would be the best...
So here we are at the end of my blog and to the reason that I'm writing this. What do YOU, the reader of my blog, think that I would be good at in my life for my profession? Any ideas are appreciated because I would love to hear what you think I would be good at, and maybe it will spark some idea for me to suddenly know what I want to be when I'm "grown up". Haha. :)

The End! :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DA BAUM BLOG!

Happy Birthday to my blog!!!! As I think of where I've come from when I started this blog to where I am now, its an interesting prospect. First of all the physical place I was when I began the blog is very different than where I am at this moment. Looking back if I had known that I would be typing this on a brand new laptop sitting in my own home where I am doing nothing because I've graduated, I would probably have cried. But I didn't realize that on June Third, 2009 that I would be graduated in a year on that very day when I started my blog. I was content on sitting at the IB room's computer, with Audrey and Amanda discussing things that I don't remember now. I do remember I had gone for a walk in the morning with Audrey and Annicka, to a park. I remember how much fun we had, and then we went to go back to the IB room and then my blog was created. Now I sit here realizing that never again will I sit in that room, comfortable with my surroundings, discussing things with a tight nit group of friends. I realize most of the people I saw, loved or hated, liked or disliked, I will never see again. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Sometimes I think that it's good- I definitely have some people that I am grateful that I won't have to see and resist my urge of punching them in the face... haha :) But mostly it's bad. I have loved every single person who went to Hillcrest, class of 2010. They all touched my life. They made me the person I am today and have brought strength into my life. First part of my high school career allowed me to realize that drama is annoying, stupid and to try to avoid it at all costs. I feel like I did this as best I could and tried not to cause drama myself. I've learned so much and feel like our group of seniors was like a family. I'm so blessed with my friends, who truly love me and my family (who have to love me. My friends choose to.) I am so lucky to have graduated with the class of 2010 from Hillcrest High School. I love you all!
This post has kinda become a rambling of ideas, I thought for a second that maybe I should rename it, but I realized that my blog has come from my junior year at hillcrest to my senior year, where I have grown into the person I am now, and for that I'm truly grateful. :)

I am blessed...

I am blessed...with so many amazing things. Some of those things are people. I just want to thank you all. You know who you are. You are my friends- the people who care for me, love me and I just want to tell you all - I love and appreciate you all so much! THANK YOU! :)

An annoyance...

Something small but that bothers me.

I have been looking through my emails and I decided I HATE it when people only type in all caps. It's so annoying!

1. It looks like you don't know how to use your key board, and 
2. You look like you're yelling. All the time. 

I don't know why it bugs me. If it offends you that it bugs me then go ahead and tell me and I'll apologize. But it really is annoying to me!

LET ME EXPLAIN. THIS IS WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE. AND ITS EVEN MORE ANNOYING WHEN YOU DON'T USE PUNCTUATION BECAUSE THEN YOU JUST LOOK EVEN MORE UNEDUCATED BECAUSE YOUR SENTENCES ARE JUST LONG RUN ON SENTENCES WITH NO FORM AND YOU JUST KEEP TALKING EXCEPT YOU'RE NOT REALLY TALKING YOU'RE YELLING AT THE TOP OF YOUR VOICE JUST THROUGH THE COMPUTER.
That's all. It bugs me. And if typing in all caps is fun for you then that's great, and I won't bug you. But once in awhile, write normally for me please. Especially if you're emailing me. Please. :)
THANK YOU
HAVE A NICE DAY



:P

A Secret You Will Never Know... ( Unless You Read My Blog)

At this time in our lives, I think we are all trying to figure out ourselves. We are trying to understand who we are, what our passions are in life and so on. Sometimes I feel like I'm being dragged in headfirst to a sea of people all alike and my true own self can't even breathe. This also seems to happen when you're in a "relationship" with someone, even if you two just "like" each other. It's not that it's a bad thing, but people just tend to see you as a single entity, and you lose your identity really quickly. Unless you take some time to keep figuring out who you are, who your friends are and growing yourSELF. Which brings me to my little secret I have.  When I have extra time in the day, I find myself hidden down in my room with things I love to do. I'll probably do a post of things I love to do later but right now I'm going to spotlight only one of them. This is it:



I...


Love...


Scrapbooking.



Okay, you can laugh now. It's funny, I know. It started back in middle school, when I would take pictures and then have them developed and have nothing to do with them. So I would stick them in an album, write a little caption and put a sticker on the page. I called it scrapbooking. This year my scrapbooking habits have gotten so extreme that I will go shopping for a food item, a dress or new clothes and suddenly find myself in the back corner of the store where they've hidden all of their stickers, papers, buttons, glue, glitter, chipboard, letters, ribbon, yarn, matting, and embellishments, literally drooling at the selection. And I won't realize it but suddenly all of my money is gone because I've bought a billion of these scrapbooking supplies.
It's a problem.
I know.
And it's cheesy. It's something you hear cute  mommies doing for their time off when their children are taking naps. Not high school senior girls. Or maybe there are a plethora of us hidden away scrapbookers, I just haven't caught you all yet...
Anyways. It's my passion. It sets me alive. I love making something that isn't just a paper with words and pictures but actually has something to do with my life. That has some meaning to me, and happens to be a work of art. It appeals to the eye, and enlightens my creativity. Some people I've heard when talking about scrapbooking say " I just don't have the ideas for my scrabook!" And I laugh because ideas is the least of my worries. Creating a new idea in my mind is something to look forward to, something to push me through my homework so I can work on it afterwards. Scrapbooking keeps me being me. So you can laugh now. :) That's all.

Note to self...

When cutting Wes's hair....


Wear something you never want to wear again.


Chances of having hair all over your face/clothes/ body/ the whole entire house after cutting: 150%.


Chances that  Dad's hair plus little brother's hair don't even add up to the amount of hair that comes off that kids head: 200%

Chances that my poor mom's new clippers ( he's burned out two already...) will make it to the end of this year: .000001%

That's all. :)

Dinner at the Mayan ( aka my attempt to be a critic)

These last couple of days I think I've been trying to make up for the fact I didn't post on my blog for about three months. I was having extreme writers block and now suddenly every time I turn around, I say " I should blog about this!!!"  Thus we come to my next entry.
I love food. I love eating food. I love looking at food. I love making food. My goal in life is to become an extremely fat, old lady with blue hair who just sits around on her leather recliner and eats all day. ( Okay, you caught me, that's not really my goal, but I really do love food!!!) Anyways, with that small fact established, you will understand why I love going out to eat. I have no money but somehow I end up going out to eat a ton. This week I've gone out thrice. Once to Olive Garden. Once to the food place at the Jazz Game ( the name escapes me) and once last night. To the Mayan. Before I go on to tell you how that dinner was, I should also explain that because I love food, when I go out to eat, I always come back happy with the service and food and any other thing that you could possibly judge a restaurant on. I have never felt like my dinner experience was unsatisfactory. Ever! Well that is until last night.
Here is some background on my relationship with the Mayan: me and the Mayan used to be great buds. Every year for my birthday I would be able to go with my family to the Mayan. The food seemed okay to me, and I got free deserts. I went every year. They changed their menu, their shows, their food, and I still kept going. That was until last year. I went to the Mayan for my birthday. They didn't sing to me because they had a strict policy of no singing to customers on their birthday. ( No I'm not kidding. They told me that.) Of course I could buy my birthday cake for 8.00, but they still wouldn't sing. I had extremely unappetizing food, and it was super expensive. Needless to say, I didn't go back for my birthday this year.
Then last night Wes came over to my house and said " Hey, do you want to go to the Mayan for dinner?"
I thought it would be a fun way to start the weekend so I agreed wholeheartedly. I told him as we were driving there that you go there for the atmosphere and to not expect the food to be amazing. This is how we start my food adventure.
We walked into the door of the Mayan and told them that we wanted a table for two, name Wes Hoover.  Literally one minute later, our name was called. We followed our hostess into the " South Passageway" down to the front of the restaurant. We passed about 50 empty tables with great views of the waterfall. She led us down the the very first row of tables next to the waterfall and I started to get pretty excited. There were some empty tables on the side where we would have a great view of the show. But we were lead right past these tables into a small passaway into the side of the restaurant. We were sat down and now, instead of seeing the "jungle atmosphere" or the waterfall, all I could see was a little hole into the actual restaurant, and an amazing view of the kitchen! There were about 7 tables all squeezed into this small cavern in the wall while there were 50 tables outside with nobody sitting at them. Needless to say, I was annoyed. Especially since I had a great view of an elevator, a bunch of highchairs and other unatmospheric items on the wall opposite of me. Our waitress came, introduced herself to us and asked us for drinks. We both ordered waters, and began looking at our menus.
If you're a poor high school student who doesn't have much money and wants a heart attack go look at the Mayan's menu prices. No really. Go do it. http://www.themayan.com/pdf/mayanMenu.pdf
There you go. Now lets look at this carefully. For dinner, we have 19 food items to choose from. The least expensive of these... wait for it... is $9.95.  Lets compare this with another great Mexican restaurant: Cafe Rio. It has 30 food items to choose from. The lowest price here, is $3.50 for one taco. Now lets talk about the kids menu. At Cafe Rio you can have a .95 kids quesadilla. You could even get your child a couple of sides like quacamole (.95 at Rio, 2.95 at the Mayan), sour cream ( .50 cents at Rio, $1.25 at the Mayan) and beans (.95 cents at Rio, and at the Mayan... $2.95) okay. So you've ordered that for your child at Rio. It would add up to $3.35. At the Mayan, for one tortilla filled with jack cheese... it's $7.95. Wait. WHAT? Some kid is going to eat on tortilla filled with jack cheese, that's it, for 7.95?! That's as much as an adult meal at Rio. Heavens that's as much as an adult meal at the OLIVE GARDEN for goodness sakes! If you add the same sides that you ordered at Cafe Rio, at the Mayan you would have to pay $15.10.  Now I could go on and on and on about the cost but I'm not going to. If you want to look up the Cafe Rio menu http://caferio.takeouttech.com/orders/menu.aspx and compare. I have to keep talking about my night.
So I decide to order the chicken enchilada. ($12.95 if you wanted to know. Oh wait I'm not supposed to talk about prices anymore. Sorry.) and Wes decided to get the Chile Lime Verde. ( Cough cough $12.95 as well. Sorry.)
Our waitress took our orders, gave us some salsa and chips and walked away. At this point I was frusturated but luckily Wes decided to make a joke of the night and I went along with him. He decided to come sit by me and as he got up to move to my side of the table I looked at the chair next to him. I got to see this. ( Picture Coming Soon) That's salsa my friends. Or some other food sauce. Smeared, yes SMEARED, all over the chair. Now this is something I would forgive normally but... really? With the place we were sitting I expected everything I was sitting on to be made of gold and silver to make up for the lack of atmosphere I was experiencing in the little cave our table was in. I shouldn't have assumed as much since it probably was a reject table where we just happened to have to sit because we... were teenagers? I don't know. Anyways. We were getting pretty tired of this so when Wes asked for some more water, he also asked if we could move tables. We were told politely that we would have to start all over again, go out in the lobby and wait for a table. Of course, we agreed that it would be silly to start over again so we just sat and waited. Our waitress didn't seem too happy we had asked that question, so we decided not to push it. She seemed like she wanted us out of there ( something that I've noticed many times before at the Mayan)
As we ate our chips and salsa ( and for being free they were really really tasty) we talked and waited for our food. Finally it was brought out to us in huge plates. Of course, my thought was " Oh no wonder it was so expensive, look how much food it is!" Then we started eating. After I put my fork in my food what ran through my mind was " Just kidding. Not as much food as I had first thought"  The huge plate was indented about .2 of an inch. The food was spread out to look like a lot, but was really not much. I only had two enchiladas a small bit of Mexican rice and some refried beans. The food was very unappetizing, and tasted bland. The chicken was dry, my beans were extremely salty ( poor waitress who kept bringing me water) but the mexican rice was great. Wes liked his but said it didn't have much flavor. Then he found a piece of fat. Then he found another piece of fat. And a couple more. YUM! Fat. Just what everybody wants to eat. As we finished eating I was relatively happy, but I think my food could have been a lot better. We were brought our boxes for our food and as Wes was putting his food in the box he found a hair. Yummy! Hair! My favorite!
Now this is the part I'm not proud of, but It was the ultimate test. I wanted to know if they still wouldn't sing to you on your birthday. So I pretended it was my birthday. Guess what? They sang. I guess they made up for last year when I didn't get sung to, but it was only my waitress and one other girl who sang to me, and I didn't get to do anything fun or exciting like the birthday's had been before. After they had sung I wished we hadn't had her do so, because she started pressuring us into eating dessert. After declining we paid our check,
we explored, watched one show and left.
So what do you think?
Should I go back?
Should I send this to them?
I think I will... but I'm not sure yet.
Oh and please don't think I'm one of those people who finds fault in everything, I'm really not. I don't complain when I'm at the restaurant, and never before complianed after. This just needed to be blogged about. :)

I have no title for this one... :)

 I don't know if some of you know this, but sometimes I have quite the temper. Just ask my mom. Or my dad. Or my siblings. 
It never really shows at school, because usually I don't get very upset with people. I usually get more temperamental when it comes to situations. 
Now that you know something new and interesting about me I have this little quote to give you...


" It's okay to be mad, it's not okay to be mean!"


This quote seems perfect for me right now. It also seems perfect for a lot of other people too, but I'm not going to judge so... let's you and I forget i ever said that. :)
I think that in any type of relationship, whether it be in a family or friends or romantic, you can be be upset with someone. Everybody has the right to be upset. My dear mom ( who I love very much for always supporting me in anything I need help with) was discussing this with me yesterday. What she was explaining to me is all pretty much summed up in this quote. I realized that even though I may be upset about a situation, I can't change it. I shouldn't take it out on other people if i'm mad.  

Good insight from my mom. 


Oh and if you are worried about my temper now, don't be. If you haven't seen it, you won't. And it's not that bad... ;) 

A Tip for being HAPPY :)

So before I start my actual blog post, let me just say I had an amazing Christmas and I had a wonderful New Years. :) I loved spending time with my family and friends!!!

Anyways, I've noticed with the start of a New Year and around the Christmas holiday most of the time people are more caring, giving, and most importantly happier. But after the holidays and as we return to the daily grind of work or school many people tend to lose the happiness and become more pessimistic. I have noticed this in simply coming back to school for one day after our winter break. My friends are complaining about homework, tests, teachers as well as getting upset with each other, back talking and being rude to one another. Why is it that simply because we are back to the normal routine that we can treat others like this? Is there a law that we can be happy and treat everyone as equals during the holidays but as soon as the new year starts and we go back to our normal lives we can treat everyone like they are lower than us? I haven't heard of any such law. Shouldn't we all be happy and friendly with each other ALL of the time? I would certainly hope so!

Why do people treat others like this? Well one of the biggest reasons is that they aren't happy with themselves, and as its commonly said " Misery loves company". They will try to bring others down with them.  So how can you be happy? I'm going to periodically give tips for being optimistic so we can all, maybe, treat other better :)

Since I'm just starting this, and I have a whole blog post about it I decided I should start maybe with five tips. Here we go! =)

TIPS FOR BEING HAPPY.

1. Don't get offended. It's your choice to become offended when others say something rude or are mad at you. It's their problem. You don't need to make it yours.

2. Don't worry. This one is especially hard for me. If you don't worry about insignificant problems I've noticed you can be a lot happier in your life. You can't change the outcome so don't stress over it.

3. Show appreciation to other people. You are not the best of the best. You are not better than anybody else. Swallow your pride and realize that YOU personally are just as smart and talented as every single person around you. Many of them are better at something than you, maybe you just can't see it because they're quieter or just don't like talking about it. A ton of people around you help you in more ways that you can tell. You probably owe them big if you would just think about what we all do for each other. So tell them so. Thank them.  Maybe if you don't verbally say it, show it with your actions!

4. Take a break. Don't try to everything right here right now. You need to make sure that you can take some time to do something you personally like to do. Develop your talents. Enjoy what you do. Do what you like, and like what you do.:)

5.  When something bad comes your way accept it as something that makes you stronger. Don't dwell on something you can't change, learn to accept it and deal with it.

Enjoy :)

This Post is most offically Dedicated to... My Brother :)

Holy Smokes! I haven't been on here... in about forever. Anyways...
As this holiday season rolls to a close, I've decided that I haven't been focusing on my family. It's been a relief to actually stop school, even for just a week, and spend time with them. Mostly I realized over the break how lucky and blessed I am to have such an AMAZING family. Truly. My family is so supportive and fun. I can't express my feelings for all of them in one post, so I decided to do a blog about someone I truly love.
My little brother Ethan. 
Now don't get me wrong. My little brother is a pain in the butt. But really, people, what little brother isn't? He does his job well: teasing me about boyfriends,telling me that I'm grumpy, putting soap on my toothbrush, running around doing a number of little brother things just to get me mad; he excels in what he does. And I'm sure if he were writing this blog right now, he probably would be writing all of the horrible big sister things I do ( because I do them, and I know I do... :) ) 
However, no matter how annoying or little brotherly he can be and no matter how mad I get at him, I still love him. I love the fact that even though he's nine, he can make some of the best jokes i've ever heard. I love that he has an overactive imagination. I love how he aspires to be things I never dreamed of when I was his age. I love how sweet he can be when I'm upset, or how much fun we can have when we are bored. I love the fact that he is my brother, and I am his sister.
I am truly grateful for Ethan.

:)

One of Life's Most Important Questions

So everybody knows that it's my birthday in about two weeks. I say this because apparently even Gillette (you know... the razor company?) knows. So if they know, everybody does. Anyhoo, you may be wondering how I know that the Gillette el Razor Company knows that I am turning 18. Well I'll tell you. When I got home today I found a great little package in the mail. It was a razor complete with some gel! Hooray! Except... it was for a man. Yes. You heard me correctly. A man razor. With a complete guide of how to shave my beard 18 different ways.

Grand.

At first I thought it would be enjoyable to call and complain. I thought maybe I'd get another new razor out of it, only this time for a woman. Then I realized the coversation would probably go something like this:

Me: " Hello. I just wanted to call and complain that for my birthday you sent me a razor. For a man."

Gillette Complaint Center Person: " Oh... Okay, I'm sorry... uh do you want to send it back?"

Me: " Oh... no. I just wondered why you sent me a man's razor... did you think I was a man? Because this razor...is a mans... and you see I'm a woman. Did you not know that? I need a razor for a woman because I am one. So why didn't you send me a woman razor?!?!"

Gillette: "Does it really matter? It's free... and you have hair on your legs, and I'm pretty sure it shaves just like a woman's razor..."

Me: " Oh... ya. Yes that's true... oh. Okay well bye then..."

And I'd hang up in shame.

So then I started wondering: Why do I care? I shave. Hopefully every girl shaves... and so do boys. And they both use razors. So I should just use it and not worry about if it is a mans or womans razor. A razor is a razor. So I used it. And I figured out that it was pretty much the same. I didn't feel manly with using this new man razor. Nope. So that got me thinking and I came up with pretty much the most important of lifes questions ever.

WHY DO MEN AND WOMEN HAVE DIFFERENT RAZORS?!

They do the exact same thing. Shave. That's it. The end. So I posted my question of facebook. Apparently nobody else thought this was an important question, because I only got one response back. It said: "Women's razors have more conditioning strips. Men's razors generally have more blades." -Jason Chen.

(Thanks Jason for commenting by the way)  Another thing: They're different colors.

So great. I see why they are different. But WHY.

THIS IS WHAT I MUST KNOW!!!!

Why can't women have five blades and smoother legs, while men have a conditioned face? Is it not manly to have a conditioned face? Is it not womanly if we don't spend extra time shaving our legs when we could be doing it faster with five blades? Why don't we just combine all these great things and make the ultimate, UNISEX razor?! Everything you love in a razor combined into ONE! Conditioning strips, five blades, and it comes in an assortment of colors!

Wouldn't the world be a happier place?

I think so.

:)

What do you think?

Happy Birthday Aud, Brad and Emilee!

I know I just posted, but I had to share this important news flash: Aud, Brad and Emilee are officially 18! Hooray! As of today!!! :)
I have known Audrey since I was about three, because we danced for 12 years together and virginia tanner! She is the sweetest girl ever and I can always count on her to be there for me no matter what happens. We come up with the best ideas for fun things to do and usually they are totally random. She's so awesome, cute and funny! Sometimes when i'm with her my sides hurt because we laugh so hard! She is one of my best friends! :)
I've known Brad as long as Audrey ( because they are twins. duh). I didn't really know him as well since he didn't dance with aud and I, but sometimes he would impress us with some of his quality 5 year old dance moves. Which were pretty sick, if i remember correctly. He is an awesome kid, and he ends up giving me rides everywhere because The Marshalls live so close, and i'm a loser with no car! He is fun to be around and a great friend!
I met Emilee last year, and she is definitely one of the nicest, funniest girls I know. Because I have no social life and i'm in the IB program, I only have one class with her, but she always makes a point to say hi to me in the hall! She is so funny and when I get the chance I love hanging out with her! She is so much fun!!!
There you go! Those are the AWESOME people that turned EIGHTEEN today!!!
Happy Birthday Guys!

Rest In Peace Fishies

Four Fish Friends

May 2009- September 2009

In early May, four beautiful fish were born to Mr. and Mrs. Molly Black Fish, along with many brothers and sisters. They lived for a short time in a small tank, enjoying life and loving to swim around, when five of the fish were put up for adoption because of the lack of space and care in their first tank. Mr. and Mrs. Molly Black Fish gave them up for adoption with happy faces, knowing that they would have a good life with their new adoptive parents. They were soon adopted by Mr. Eric Higgins and Miss. Whitney Baum, who took the all five of the fish. They soon started their new and improved life swimming around a big huge mansion of a tank, eating all they could hold and playing new games. They especially enjoyed the swimming in holes in the rocks game, and the getting pushed around by the current of the water filter game. The especially loved the latter, playing it whenever they could. They loved their adoptive parents very much, and their adoptive parents loved them back. They would often be seen talking to each other and following their mommies finger around the tank. The five fish would also get very excited and wag their little tails whenever they saw their mommy coming to the tank because that meant either food or attention. They didn't get to see their daddy very much, since he didn't really care about his fish children, but sometimes he would pop in and say hi to "the fish" when he came to visit Whitney.
They loved their Grandma and Grandpa also, especially Grandpa because he would play games with them like chase the finger. Aunt Gretchen was fun to look at and Uncle Ethan was fun to play pretend to bite the nose. However one day the whole family had to leave the babies at home and gave them some extra food and let them play with each other. Soon, the playing turned to biting and being mean, and they got in a large fight. Four died because of the fighting and the mean feeder fish came and ate them up. Only one survived the terrible ordeal.
They are survived by their brother Grandmas and Grandpas, their aunts and uncles, as well as their Mother and Father
We miss them.
( At least mother does. Father doesn't care about the fish we adopted. )
The funeral service will be completed tomorrow at four o'clock, for family only. All condolences can be made at the bottom of this post, or on facebook.

ps: I think i'm going to buy new fish... are there any that live a relatively long time? haha :)

Surprise!

I walked in the door of my bedroom today, feeling sad because I have ( as always) a bunch of homework. When suddenly I thought " Hm... I smell roses." An overpowering sent of roses. At first I thought that maybe I had opened lotion or something... and the smell was just perfuming the whole house. Then I turned around and saw...
THESE! :)


How pretty are those!? And they smell so good!
Why did I get these here flowers you may ask?
I have no idea. I'm pretty sure I haven't been wronged... or been mad at anybody in particular.
I'm just pretty sure, one of my best guy friends in the whole wide world is probably one of the cutest boys ever. ( And I have a lot of cute friends for boys. So that's saying something. )
He did it... just because.
THANK YOU ERIC!
:)

Things that I'd forgotten happen in highschool.

FRUSTRATION BLOG ENTRY
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Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Now. I've only been out of the high school scene for like... what. Three months? Right? Right. And I certainly haven't been out of touch with teenagers. Most of my summer was hanging with my friends. But somehow, in those three months I guess I forgot about the fact that people like to show off their body parts that... well... shouldn't be shown. Or maybe it's a newer thing? Maybe I just didn't get the memo that blatantly showing all of your chest and butt area is awesomely cool and fun and gets you millions of friends?
No? There wasn't a memo?
I didn't think so.
Well apparently some people thought there was. And to tell you the truth, I'm sick of it. Now if this is offending you, please. Stop reading. And then you won't have to worry about being mad at me. Because pretty much, this is a rant for me to get my feelings out on paper... er... I mean a computer screen. Anyways, I don't remember seeing this... MUCH of some of the girls and guys last time I saw them in school. (and that's not a good thing). With some people they seemed to have changed over the summer. As in completely.
Now, I'm not saying we all have to go around wearing baggy jeans and sweatshirts all of our lives, with our t- shirts tucked into our pants belted up around our chins. I'm just saying: have a little self esteem here people. I know we all usually wear fashionable clothes and sometimes stuff happens, or that shirt you girls thought was so cute, is just a teeny tiny bit lower than you noticed ( happened to me before!) . Or the guys have their pants lower and baggier because, hey. They don't want to look like nerds. All understandable.
I'm talking about the thinking " hey. lets go out and buy the LOWEST shirt I possibly find. so everybody can see my chest."
HEY! wake up call: I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT. You know what I think when I see that? I think that you have no self esteem so the only way you can get attention is to flaunt yourself at people. Nope. Not cool girls. Not cool at all. I'm not positive ( back me up here boys) but the only attention you can get for yourself is bad attention from unpleasant boys. All the boys around me that I am friends with complain about it. They don't want to see that. I'm pretty sure they'd rather you put something else on, and just be their friend rather than flaunt yourself at them. So stop. Like yourself for who YOU are. Not what you try to look like.
Now I haven't seen this as much as I have the girl thing, but I DON'T want to see guys butts. Sorry! Baggy Jeans: Fine. Lower jeans: Fine. SO baggy and SO low, I have to see a line that I shouldn't ever have to see? Not so fine. In fact, nasty. You're not a plumber. So put it away.
Get a belt. Or just pull up your pants.
Once again. I'm not saying the girls need to wear this:



Gorgeous as it is... and the boys don't have to look like this every school day:
See how unhappy they all are? I don't want you guys to look like this. I just don't want to see your body parts on parade.
Lets keep that at home.
Not at school.
Or at least when I don't have to see it.