I saw this video on a blog I read and loved it! 

Plus I really love this song, which is actually by The Smiths. 

Partly I love it so much because it's on 500 Days of Summer, which might be one of the best movies. 

Or love stories. 

Or un-love stories. 

We don't actually know what it is.

In any case, the cover is equally awesome. 

Have a very, very Merry Christmas!


P.S. I really love this song by Matisyahu. Plus, I wanted Shay to hear it too:

I've Been Dreaming of a White Christmas

Remember how I started to tell you about my Christmas present plans? Well, I'm going to tell you more about it, because seriously, it was an adventure. Heck, it still is an adventure!

I decided to put my trust in Pinterest. A.K.A. everybody's go-to place for the holidays. I cannot tell you how many gifts I have seen that came straight from the beloved Utah Valley sight: Whisks with candy inside and the reading of: "Wisking You a Merry Christmas. a jar full of the ingredients for brownies or cake or s'mores. I do have to admit, though, being a resident of Utah Valley, I only had to do the same thing! So, I did. :) Magnet boards out of cookie sheets, genius.

Candles is what I want to talk about here today, though.The lovely dollar store packages four candles together and sells them for a dollar. I needed eight candles. 2 dollars spent? I was jumping for joy. Literally. The idea was to get ink and a stamp and roll the candles to make them all fancy. My jumping stopped abruptly when I started rolling and the candles turned out to look something close to poo. Two out of the eight candles are saved and only two people out of eight will receive a candle. I'm feeling very sad about the whole situation. First, because that's mean. Second, because I so want to be creative. I envy those people who can whip out something as easy as rolling a candle through a stamp. Not my forte, not my forte.

I got my license on Friday. Are you boggled? 'Cause I was when I left that DMV. The freedom is embraced, and the picture is nonetheless priceless.

"You look much happier in the newer one," was my mom's comment.
 I completely agreed.

Someday I'll get to posting the before and afters, right now, though, the Honda (which is my lovely car for a week!) is getting repaired, and my license is currently residing in the car. Why my parents decided to fix the brakes just precious days after I got my license is obvious, but really, I only get that car for a week, and they could have waited. Oh, well. . . .This is the time where you just tell yourself "person, patience is a virtue" and get over it. So, I'm getting over it. The car should be back in my possession by the end of the day, so it's not so bad.

Christmas is in three days and I have not gotten any presents. Neither for friends nor family, and I'm basically committing suicide this Christmas by waiting so long. If I don't get in a car wreck first, I'll get pummeled and all of my Black Friday phobias will come crashing into my brain as my life flashes before my eyes. Dramatic? Yes. Realistic? Most definitely. kind of.

The friends will probably just get cookies and the good friends a late gift. (if you are a friend reading this, I most likely just told you your present. Close your eyes, count to a million and think of something other than this) My philosophy is why wouldn't you want a late Christmas present? It is the Christmas season, right? So, why keep one day just for presents? So, late presents are always nice. . .  Cookies it is. :) If you do have any creative present ideas, let me know!

Have a Merry Christmas!


Ash, are you ready to be home?! :)

Laugh A Little. :)

I was doubled over when I watched this. 

You know how when you laugh so hard you get to the point that you're not making any noise, and basically, you are beating on something or having a sort of convulsion? 

That's what it was like. 

Seriously, HILARIOUS!

My favorite part in this one is when Ellen is screaming Taylor's name. 

I have to watch it two or three times because it is just so darn funny.

And last, this one.

Oh, man. . . :)

Enjoy. :)

Preference 2011

**Disclaimer, I would have blogged about this waaay sooner, but I wanted to give the full effect, which included pictures, and I didn't get the pictures until today. 15 minutes ago actually. :) So, as of right now, I will tell you all about Preference. Ready? Good. It'll be a little long, sorry.

As I have already expressed my immense worry for this date because of the excessive awkwardness, I am now going to express the actual awkwardness, because seriously, it was awkward. It's okay, though, first dates just should be as such, and seeing as it was the first date for both me AND Mitchell, you've got double dosages.

Anyway.

Saturday came, and I woke up early to get the house cleaned. The day date was going to be hosted here, and all we were going to do was just play games. Since nobody really new each other, except for us girls, we knew we needed to do something to let us get to know each other. So, Maddy and Tiffany came over, we touched base, and then they left to get their dates: Trenton and Tyler. This is where our first problem hit. Jackie didn't know she was picking me up, so she was a little late. But she got to my house as fast as she could and we hurried off. We were going to go get Mitchell first, but we both thought that would be odd for me and him to be sitting in the back as Jackie was driving in the front by herself. So we turned around and went to get Parker. And then we came back to Mitchell's house. I ran to the door, knocked, and his mom answered.

"Is Mitchell here?" I asked.
"Um. . .He's actually on his way to your house"

I'm sure I looked stunned.

"Is that okay?!" She replied.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, it's fine!"

And I hurried off. Actually, I sprinted to the truck and told Jackie to step on it seeing as Mitchell was going to get to my house and nobody was going to be there. As I was told the story later, that's exactly what happened. Apparently, my parents were coming home to put the boutineer in the fridge, and they found my date standing on the porch. So, they let him in. Then they called me, and heard my phone ringing on the table. Great time for me not to have my phone, I know. Unfortunately, my cousin was getting married in an hour, and my family still had two hours to drive, so they told Mitch to go downstairs to get food. Then they left him alone. In my house. With my dog barking madly in the background. Lovely, I know. Honestly, though, I thought it was common knowledge that the person who asks on the date picks up as well. Apparently not- lesson learned!

The date as a whole went well. We just played Just Dance and ate food, and the mood between everybody lightened. I learned quickly, though, that Mitchell doesn't talk, and that besides the fact that he doesn't know the asker picks up the askee, he really didn't know how to handle the date. He texted. The whole time. It's okay, though, I cut him a little slack, seeing as it's all nerve wracking, Who knows, maybe his mom really needed to talk to him for 2 hours. :)

So then, moving on, Jackie, Tiff, and I all got ready together. Jackie was doing all of our hair, so we made a party out of it. 4:30 rolled around, quickly too, and Jackie and I went and got our dates, and Tiff and Maddy went and got theirs. We were to all meet up at Maddy's, since that was also the dinner destination. No glitches there, thankfully. . . until we got to Maddy's. Tiff and Maddy hadn't gotten there yet, so we were shown downstairs by Maddy's little sisters, and the T.V. was turned on. It was an odd thing to do while sitting in nice formal clothing. We watched that one storage auctioning show. That was weird too. It passed the time, though, and when Tiff and Maddy arrived we went and did our pictures:
 

 

 

From left to right: Tiff, Maddy, Jackie, Me!

From left to right: Trenton, Tyler, Parker, Mitchell

 As we ate dinner, we played the Host Your Own Mystery Dinner Party game. It was super fun, and super interesting! I recommend it to everybody!! I was the attempted murderer, and Jackie was the actual murderer. :) And then we went to the dance. Just like how Mitch doesn't talk, he doesn't dance either. Relatively, though. He would for like five seconds and then just stop. It didn't stop me, though! Oh no! I danced to my little hearts content. So much so, that I became sick the next day. Do you remember you telling you that? Good, I just reminded you. :)

The dance as a whole was super fun, and I'm glad that it really did go so well. I worried and worried about it, and it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Sure there were definitely more awkward things than in most dates, but hey! It makes for a great story, and I love to tell stories. So there's this one. :) Preference 2011!

Another Post on the Glorious Subject of Chemicals. Kind Of.

Because it was Monday, Dani, Tiff, and I made our routine visit to Starbucks where we spent a few hours trying to be productive, and get some homework done. Then we left, and my body was immediately faced with the possibility of entering into the afterlife by death of hypothermia. It was cold. So, I ran into my house (when I had arrived there, of course) turned up the heat to 74 (don't tell my dad. The rule is 72. . . whoops) grabbed a nice big comforter blanket and planted myself right on top of a heat vent. Because I was keen on being productive, I opened my Chemistry text book, and decided to try to fully understand the unit we're in. It's a bit hazy- basically, that's what everything is. I got about. . . two pages -- maybe -- into my reading and I began to look like this:

When I finally woke up at 5:40, I didn't look so hot according to my father. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, and as soon as he saw me, his eyes got big, his jaw dropped, and he said, "What have you been doing?! Sleeping?!
"Yeah! I have my own personal sedative called Chemistry. Puts me to sleep every time. . .," I replied.
And there is absolute truth to that statement. I need to start getting caffeine or something before I start attempting to understand that foreign land. 

Needless to say, it was a REALLLLLLY good nap. . . Having a constant source of heat enveloping you as you live in dream land for two hours. Man, it feels rejuvenating. AND the Chemistry homework is done! Even if I basically bombed 3 tests today -- one of which was completely bogus, and I couldn't believe I was actually forced to take the ridiculous thing, but I won't get into that -- and I have another Chemistry test on Thursday, life still goes on. I only have two more weeks until Christmas break, and it's warm, and I'm not going to die of hypothermia.

That statement is more or less temporary. Seeing as I have goosebumps on my arms, I still could. Thank goodness for heaters!