Slice of Pie.

      You know when life just shoves a pie in your face. You know? Like a huge piece of embarressment pie. That's really the only piece of pie I seem to get from life. Occasionally I get a piece of cake. Not often. (If you haven't noticed, this post is totally full of puns. If you don't know what that is feel free to click on the link for education and double reading fun. You're welcome.) So here is my story about the other day when sweet dear life chose to serve me up a nice piece of embarressment pie.
              'Twas a splendid day in October. The bell just rang to signal the end of the day and merry students were prancing along to get along to their sweet homes angry teens were shoving eachother to get the heck out of school. I had my binder, my biology book and this:

It's a donation box for UNICEF*. I carry it around like a hobo asking for donations.

So I have my binder and my book in one arm and the cute little box in the other. I decide to take the 'no-taker' stairs. (Hardly any one takes these stairs. I like them. ALOT) So I turn the corner to take the stairs and merrily start going up them. I stop for a split second and look up. Because I like to do that sometimes. Look up. (You're welcome) And right as I do that, just ironically life decides to put a cute  totally smokin' *guy right in my line of vision. Usually I would smile at him, ogle a bit and thank life later for the honor of being in that sweet sweet mans' (is any one really a man in high school? boy? guy? male?  meh) presence. I do all these things. Except for the last part. As I look back down again, my mind is so preoccupied with the fact that this male is going to pass me at any moment. Dang was I excited. And as my mind cannot multitask without having some kind of overload, my mind decides to eliminate my bodies ability to walk. Thank you life. *sarcasm* So, as life quite enjoys throwing pie in my face. (or a face full of stairs) I trip. UP the stairs. I kinda looked like this:

Except not becuase it was UP.

My books and binder go across the landing. My UNICEF box falls out of my hand and half the money falls out of it's little slot and rolls noisily down the stairs. Clink Clink Clink. And I even make a little sound. Kind of like this: "Oomf. Ahhhh. *inaudible whispering*" Imagine my horror. My shock. My dread to look back up and see what that boys reaction to it all. I quickly look up. And here's the crazy part. He's gone. Like I'm sure he already passed me and didn't see a thing. (man oh man how I hope he didn't see it)  So, I pick up my things, scrimage my money and put it safely back in it's little slot and walk slowly up the rest of the stairs. Done. Over. Just like that. As I walk to my locker I pass a window. I look at my reflection. My face is bright red. And do you know what I do? I laugh. LAUGH. I had to. That was such a movie-moment in life, I bust out laughing. I'm no longer embarressed. (Take that LIFE) and I just laugh. At myself. And that jerk of a guy who didn't help me up. And most of all, my stupidity for letting a boy to mess with my head like that enought to the point where I can't even walk up stairs. Ah, Life. You really did good. So here is my advice to y'all. Enjoy your pie. Life is gonna shove it in your face. Lick it off. Eat it up. And laugh. (Seriously, whoever doesn't take this advice is dumb not so smart. It involves metaphoric eating and laughing. For real.) Just go with the flow and do what I did. In a situation like that, laugh. Don't let embaressement pie and life get the best of you.
                                          That's my life.

*Feel free to donate to UNICEF treat or treat boxes. 'Tis a great cause.
*It's funny because I don't even remember what he looked like.

Oh television....

So. Any one watched Disney Channel lately?  Oh? No? Why ever not? Oh that's right. IT SUCKS. This sentence truly is heartbreaking. But alas my friends. 'Tis true. Disney Channel sucks. Nickelodeon sucks. TV truly just (well not just. it's been like this for a while) hit rock bottom. It's tasteless. Not humorous and every character is a total moron with gazillions of dollars replacing real talent and brains. Sad huh? (Although I guess I would enjoy gazillions of dollars in my wallet....) for example:


Any one seen this? Yes? Too bad.

Now I've watched this a few times. Yeah...it's dumb. Would like that hour of my life back. But I do have something positive to say. The girl China. She is my favorite. She can actually sing. Unlike most all young actresses these days. Hooray for 21st century!


Hey guys! Lets all act like idiots! All the time! Yay!

 This show I refuse to watch. My little brothers will turn it on and I will leave the room. Sorry Carly. *insert chuckle* It fries my brain cells as I watch it.


See what I mean?

The only consolation for all this craziness though? THIS SHOW.



Even looking at this you smile. I know. The amazingness is just too much to handle.

 Say what you will about how this show is unrealisitic and for eight year olds. I LOVE IT. I actually do watch this. (When it's on. And if I have time. And my brothers aren't hogging the remote. Whoa. Come to think of if I rarely even watch this show. Oh well) Phineas is hilarious. Ferb is adorable. PLUS when he talks he has an accent! Score! And Candace and Jeremy are too funny. This is the only childrens show worth watching. For serious.
          Now that you have wasted five minutes of your life reading this totally pointless post: Go and watch Phineas and Ferb and enjoy your UEA weekend. Go procrastinate something. That's what I do ;)
And remember: Be yourself. Unless you suck.
                                                           That's my life.

Don't let your ship sink.

Almost everyone has seen the timeless classic of  'Titanic' right? Featuring the bouncing waterfall of ginger hair know as Kate Winslet and the oh-so-handsome face of the heartthrob Leonardo Dicaprio. The vocal talents of Celine Dion and the traumatizing scenes (yet so remembered by the media) of naked lady pictures and hand prints on foggy windows. Of "flying" on the front of a ship, and last but not least, the last two hours of the film showcasing the horror of that night in 1912. The screaming people, the clangs of the sinking ship and the frozen bodies of 1000+ people that were without a life boat. Ahhhhh. Great show huh?

Are your insides jiggling with excitement to go watch this again?

Any who...While BYU fans were screaming out in the cold, I was inside my house (my grandparents house) like a boss like a loser, watching this film. Did I love it? Yes. Did I also hate it? Yes. Now, I'm not a hugo fan of endings of movies that make me feel like crap inside. You know, the movies that leave you with a sick feeling and you are kinda afraid to go on a boat? Those feelings. Not a fan. But do I realize that this was a real thing that happened a hundred years ago. Yes. And I want to cry. I want to cry for those people that night that had to go through that experience of the Titanic. It makes me feel so sorry for them. So, to get over these feelings, I focus on the love of Rose and Jack. Is it a plausible love story? No. Do I love and believe it? Absolutely. Ah, to be Jack and Rose and fall in a passionate love only to be ruined a couple days later by a careless ship builder. What a life. Much like our friends Romeo and Juliet, their love story ended in tragedy. *Sigh* life is tough. Any who...there is a point to this post.
          After watching this movie, it really makes me want to get out there in life you know?  To live it and just let go of the stupid cares of a crazy world. To make my life an adventure and to live it to the fullest. Because you never know when your ship is going to hit an iceburg. And even if it does, hop on a life boat, take advantage of the rest of your life. Don't go down without a fight. Even if it means almost freezing to death and laying on a door for a night (people who have watched the move will get the metaphor) you will be rescued. (cue inspiring quote of some Apostle) Does that all make sense? Just...live life to the fullest and make every second count. You never know when the last few hours of your life are passing away. And that's my spiel. (is that how you spell that? Ah, who cares.) So get out there people! Kiss a stranger, trek through a jungle, shake a lions paw. Travel the world (but please refrain for traveling via cruise. You never know what will happen....) See the pyramids. Get out there! And Don't let your ship sink. Amen.

                                                 That's my life.