pointless.

It's been a while, hasn't it? I know you all can't live without my incredible wit, so I'll write something. 

First of all, I just took my last final like an hour ago. And may I say, I'm pretty impressed with my performance. I got 100% on the multiple choice part of one of my finals! I am so good. If only my grades were a reflection of my performance on finals...alas, they are not. I don't think my grades this semester are gonna be too hot. We shall see. 

Cosa numero dos, In exactly 7 days from this moment, I will be luxuriating in the Dominican Republic. It has really snuck up on me! And now It's last minute and I feel like I'm scrambling to get everything done. Not only do I have to prepare for this on a personal level, I am a little nervous about my class and what I'm teaching. I'm sure I've said it before...I'm teaching a science and nature class. I got a lot of good activities and ideas from my mom who teaches 6th grade...now it's a matter of turning those activities into actual LESSONS. And I feel like I need an outline for what to say, in case I get in front of those childrens and my Spanish fails me. 

Anyway, that's basically my whole life right now. I am experiencing some serious relief from stress now that school is over...but I have like no break at all...I have to move on to the next project. Which is fine. I'm so excited and anxious for this DR experience, that I really can't complain. Tonight I'm gonna start making my 125 science journals for my students...

Oh, I have another item of interest- I have an awkward moment to look forward tomorrow. In my ward they are partnering us up to go to the Manti temple pageant...my luck being as it is, I got paired with the most awkward-est guy. We had like a 10 minute phone conversation that consisted of mostly silences and awkward jokes I didn't understand. I want to back out so bad...but I don't want him to know its cause of him. Even though it totally is. I hope he never finds my blog and sees how mean he is. Or what if we end up like, becoming friends or worse FALLING IN LOVE and then he reads this? haha. oh well! 

This is the most pointless post and I hate myself for writing it. 

7 days...7 weeks!

First of all, my birthday is in 7 days. Start shopping now.

Next item of business, yesterday marked SEVEN WEEKS until I am officially in the DOMINICAN REPUBLIC!! I am so excited I could cry and throw up simultaneously. I'm leaving at midnight on Thursday morning, June 25th. Last night I had a little party at my apartment for our group that's going to the DR from BYU. It was SO MUCH fun. I seriously love everyone in the group...we've really bonded! They are like, my sisters! And I'm so glad I got to meet them all. That's really cheesy, but it's true. We were supposed to watch this movie last night, but we all ended up just talking the whole time. And now we have plans to go pre-DR shopping. We all need like shorts and bathing suits, etc. Coming off this Utah winter has left us completely unprepared for a Dominican summer. Anyway, I'm so excited to get to know everyone better...we have such a good group! I sound like a douche. 

Anyway, seven weeks from THIS SECOND I will be laying on the beach in the DR!!! WOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! 

but for now, i need to go write a paper. F WORD...

Jam of the Summer '09

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What do McDonalds and Sarah have in common??

Check out that fatty!! Hot! 

ANYWAY, Today is my BEST FRIENDS birthday. Ms Alicia V Zuniga is 22 years old. What a pimp!! So I wikipedia'd "APRIL 14th" so I could see who she shares her birthday with. I only recognized like 4 people on the long list of april 14th birthdayers. 

So then I decided to look up another important date in history: MAY 15th. AKA my birthday. I was dissapointed to see that I recognized NO ONE on the list. However, I did see that the most important event in the history of the earth occured on May 15th, 1940. That was the day the first McDonalds opened! HELLO! I share a birthday with McD's! How gangster is that?!

I always felt connected to that particular restaurant...

I'm Not Even Ashamed...

Fact: I saw the Hannah Montana movie. And I liked it. 

Not only did I see the movie, but I saw it on opening day. Meaning, I sat amongst the 10-12 year old girls for 2 hours and had a darn good time. 

Let me give you a little background on my Hannah Montana obsession:

A few years ago, when High School Musical came out, I was like most other college-aged ladies- slightly curious. I made it a long time without seeing the movie. Then during the summer, a friend and I were bored and decided to go rent it. We ended up just making fun of the whole movie and wanting to turn it off. The next day, my 7 and 11 year old cousins came over and saw the High School Musical dvd on the table and FORCED me to watch it again. Once again, I wanted to kill myself. But watching it with my little cousins was actually kind of funny. They are cute and knew the songs, etc. So it wasn't the experience of the night before, where I wanted to stab myself with an AIDS needle, but it was still not my favorite day ever. 

After my HSM experience, I vowed to never watch another RETARDED disney channel movie/show. I could no longer deal with the cheesiness and the constant singing and bad acting.

Fast forward to thanksgiving break 2008. I'm sitting on the couch with my dad. He has control of the remote. What does he choose to watch? You guessed it...Hannah Montana. I was immediately disturbed by the fact that I slightly enjoyed the show. It wasn't really LAUGH OUT LOUD funny or anything...but it was a welcome break after Bret Michaels Rock of Love or MTV shows that focus on backstabbing and cracked out whores. I could not admit to myself or anyone else that I enjoyed the show, however. I even made fun of my dad for sitting through about 15 minutes of a show starring Billy Ray "achy breaky heart" Cyrus and his annoying teen daughter. When my mom said how much a lot of her SIXTH GRADE students liked the show, that sealed my fate: I was going to have to quit watching the show, or at least do it in the secret privacy of my own room.

When I got back from break, it was a while before I watched the show again. But just recently, I started kind of getting into it. And last week was Hand Picked Hannahs week on the Disney channel...i mean, I couldn't resist!! And on Friday, who was on the Tyra show? MILEY CYRUS. It was destiny. I had to go to the movie.

And to be quite honest, the movie was good. It moved me to near-tears several times. I even downloaded a few of the songs when I got home. And already have an embarrassingly high play count on iTunes for a few of them...

The funniest part was when Hannah Montana took off her wig, revealing to a crowd at a concert that she was just plain old Miley. All of the little girls in the theatre SCREAMED. Not like a little scream of surprise...a few were screaming bloody murder. I thought someone pulled out a gun or something. And when Billy Ray kisses his love interest, there were more excited screams from the tween crowd. I mean, when Miley kissed her man, thats okay to scream...but Billy Ray? Really? Since when do we scream for 40 year olds hooking up? 

Long story short, this was a good movie. Wholesome, uplifting. A true feel-good experience. 

James Makes a Comeback.

As many of you know, James (my computer) and I took a small trip last week...down the stairs.

Let me set up the situation...give you a small taste of how it went down-

It was Tuesday, one of my favorite days of the week. However, this Tuesday was different. Not only did I have a big paper due the next day, but I had to take a test online (these tests take about 2 hours...luckily they're online so I totally cheat, which makes it a little easier). And to top it off, I had to pick up my brotha from the airport, severely cutting down the time I had to take my test. 

However, even with all this crap on my plate, I was still optimistic. I was almost done with my paper, was planning on cheating on my test and Tues is my favorite day of classes. In one of my classes we had our "TASTE OF LATIN AMERICA" day. AKA we ate. Can you beat that? You can. But only with a fantastic Dominican Republic class. This class is always fascinating. I mean, I just love everyone in my class. And we get to sing little kid songs in spanish and play games for 2 hours. Its absolutely sensational.

So I was having a pretty neat day. I get out of my DR class, and start heading to the library to go print out some notes for my cheat-fest I was about to embark upon. I only have a few short hours to get a lot done, so needless to say, I am JAMMIN. Not quite running, but one level below breaking out into a sprint. I see the sad custodial girl shamPOOing the carpet. I continue past her and get to the stairs. Being the over-confident mother effer that I am, I ignore the hand railing and take my first step. Everythings going well. I get about 3 stairs down when BAM. I'm done. It's over.

The water/shampoo build up on my flip flops from the carpet causes a major mishap. I fall down about 15 stairs. Luckily, my backpack and my butt break my fall. I quickly gather my resources and try to play it off. But nothing could hide the fact that I was just laying on the ground with my cell phone and papers askew. Of course when I fell, I made quite the commotion on the stairs. A lot of papers crumpling, backpack buckles bouncing down the stairs, and a large mexican eating crap. Luckily, no one else was going down the stairs at the same time...but there was a large group of AZNs waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Maybe an anime class had just gotten out? Or a Samurai Sword handling class? I dont know what the explanation was, but there were about 7-12 asians waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I walked by, acting natural as though nothing had happened. Similar to what someone would do after farting in a crowded elevator. Just pretend you didn't notice.

As I walked to the library, I couldn't help but laugh. A lot. As in, crack up uncontrollably while walking alone through campus. This is not a situation you want to be in. Lets just say the asians weren't the only ones giving me weird looks that day. So I broke out the cell phone and pretended to be reading a funny text to explain my laughter to the onlookers. 

When I got to the library, I took out my computer and opened it up. The laughter quickly turned to tears. My screen was EFFED UP. SEVERELY. I couldn't even see my picture of my lover Rajon Rondo on the background. This was a concern. Apparently, my computer did not fare well in its small trip down the stairs. Poor James! 

I could not access my almost-finished paper, nor could I get my notes for my test. Luckily I pulled through with an 84 on my test without cheating and I was able to whip a paper out of my butt and turn it in on time. It did require a lot of wikipedia-ing. But it is what it is. Sometimes you need to make a sacrifice. And this was not the first time I used wikipedia as the main source for a paper. 

My brother ended up getting me a pretty sweet deal to fix my comp...not that it matters, since my parents paid anyway. So in the end, everyone was happy. And I got a nice new clean screen and keyboard for my lil Jamesypoo. We are more in love than ever.  

Congratulations on making it through this, the longest post ever.

NEW POST.

I haven't written on here in a long time. I'm going to the Dominican Republic este verano. I plan on going surfing everyday. There is just one small problem though...

My INTENSE phobia of sharks.

I want to put a picture of a shark on this post but I'm scared to do a google image search.

Everyone is scared of sharks. Duh. They are killers. They are horrible killers with big, pointy, flesh shredding teeth. They are ugly. They have beady little eyes. They are fast swimmers. They arent cute and furry and playful by any means. So of course, everyone fears sharks. 

My problem is, I do not fear sharks. I go well beyond the feeling of fear. 

Here's a little story to illustrate: A couple of months ago I was telling Kelsey about my shark phobia. People dont tend to believe that I am really THAT scared of sharks. My fear is completely irrational. In fact, I feel like one is sitting behind me right now. I know...it's not possible. Hence the "irrational" part of the fear. Anyway, after explaining about my phobia, we were just sitting there on the couch, each on our respective computers doing who-knows-what. Kelsey says, "hey look at this picture of Elliot!" Elliot is a cute boy I enjoy, so of course, I excitedly look over at her screen and it's a huge shark. Not cool. I ended up having to leave the room because I was crying. Yes. A picture of a shark made me cry. A PICTURE. 

I cant even swim in my pool alone because I'm sure there are sharks in there. And at girls camp, I swam across that lake at about 50mph because I was sure there were sharks in the murky depths of that LAKE. Sharks dont live in lakes. I know. But in my head, there was a family of great whites waiting to attack my thrashing legs.

Where did this fear start? I am not really sure. I saw a great white eat a seal at Point Reyes. But that's not where it started. I actually used to not be scared of sharks. But now I can't even watch the shark scenes in The Little Mermaid. 

Anyway, my point is...I am trying to move past this fear. 

My first step to freedom: Watching the shark attack episode of Fantasy Factory. I did it. It was about 3 minutes of torture. But I didn't cry. I dont even think I screamed. Okay, maybe I screamed. alone. In my room. haha. 

My second step: hypnosis. I saw it on Tyra. 

Step 3. Surf with da sharkz yall. Im doin it.