What do YOU eat?

       Recently I've gotten into health food. Raw food diets, vegetarians, vegans, locavores. I love food, and learning about it. The whole topic interests me. How by going on a raw food diet can cure your diseases!  And what's up with the whole Organic vs. Conventional thing? So I'm here to ask you one question. What do YOU eat? and WHY? Is is solely on the taste? Or is it health reasons? WHY do you eat your food?

DIY is where it's at.

For those of you who don't blog or look at pinterest or are crafty in any way, First of all. You're missing out. Second, DIY stands for "Do It Yourself" and that's what my post will showcase today. My crafts and how I do them. Myself.  (and also my passion
            I like crafts. I like sewing. (strangely I found this new passion) and one of my best friends is a hot glue gun. (Yes. I know) Aaaaand seeing as how I'm fifteen and without employment, I'm poor. But I still like cute things. Like gloves. Door hangy thingys. Rings. Bracelets. Necklaces. Headbands. Flowers. I like them. But they get expensive. So! With this amazing concept of "Doing it Yourself" I have created things for myself! Go me! And it's cheap and requires things I already own. Like a glue gun. And fabric scraps. 'Tis grand.
         I WOULD post pictures of all the cute things I have made. But frankly, it is too hard to figure out and my good computer to do that has crashed. So you don't get to see my amazing creations with my amazing creative nature. Any who....I just wanted to write this post to explain to y'all my passion for crafts. If you don't like crafts, that's really a shame. If you like spending money and buying everything and wasting away creative juices you probably have, that too, is a shame. But I'm here to help! Go to Pinterest. That will get your creative juices aflowin' and there are so many good ideas for things! Like ways to display pictures and wreaths and necklaces and how to make a t-shirt into a cute wrap vest thingy and how to make fabric flowers.
          Any who. The jist is I like crafts. And I like doing them. Myself. And I like Pinterest. Ask my best friend Emily. She KNOWS. So, to make your life fun and charming, Do crafts as well! Yay!
                                                        That's my Life.
       

      

Loser.

I lost. My ipod. This is definately something to blog about. It's that important. I live for music. I Need my ipod. I'm not irresponsible. I don't lose things. But, my ipod is gone. 'Tis tragic my friends. I can't be lulled to sleep by the sweet instrumental music in my "Dreams" playlist. I can't get pumped up when I work out and run. I can't live. My ipod. Is gone.
                                That's my Life.

Mishae's Monday Mashup...

on an actual Monday

1. I'm alive. I have made it throught the wilderness. Yes, I made it through. Didn't know how lame that song it until I heard the real version.

2. Went to my first play rehearsal. Today in fact. 'Twas awesome. I must say that I'm insanely excited for this play. Ahhh yeah.

3. Narwhals exist. Just letting everyone know that. If you didn't, now you're life is fulfilled. If you still don't believe. Google it. And if you still don't, You suck and should not be allowed to read this blog. Joost Keeding. No but for real. They exist.

Haters gonna hate.

4. I have let go. Let go of a relationship that was pain and tears and artificial love. And I must say, I'm amazingly happy. It feels great to be single. "Single and Loving it!" Huzzah!

5. I'm tired. And I need sleep. Because I'm in high school and educators don't really educate and assign too much homework. Curse the system! So now I'm going to end this post. Just. Like. This.

                                       That's my Life.

Mishae's Monday Mashup...

on Wenesday. So, through reading other blogs in the bloggerific world, I have noticed that quite a few blogger's do this thing called a 'Wrap-up' Which is like the story of their week in one post. Pwetty cleva, Huh? So, by totally following others to pretend I know what's going on in my life by going with the flow, I have decided to do this as well. Hoorah! Except I'm doing mine on Monday. You know, cuz Monday starts with and "M" and so does "Mishae" and so does "Mash-up" because I like being unique and not following the crowd TOO much. Tee hee.

1. I tried out for my high schools play! 'My Fair Lady' It went...well. Huzzah!

2. I actually MADE the play! (I wrote this in two different sections because they happened on different days) Yes, the role that the fine educators of PGHS chose to play me in is called a "busker" It's okay if you don't know what that is. I didn't either....So, I googled it. (Thank you 21st century) It's a street performer. Yes. I live on the street in my play. Not very fair is it? *chortle* Any who, I'm very happy with my role because....well, I actually HAVE a role. Hoo ha!

3. I completed my YW project! Every Wednesday I usually went and volunteered at the Lindon Care and Training Center. (Great place it is) For people who don't know what that is, (99% percent of the population) it is a mental facility. 'Tis pretty grand. So every Wednesday I went and sang for them and played with them and was really just a friend. That's really what a lot of them want. But anywho, I used all my volunteer hours as a project for Personal Progress. And I finished! Technically I could go even more, but I got 11 hours in! Hoorah! To say the least I feel very accomplished.

4.  I went and saw Breaking Dawn. Was it good? Yes. Did it make me uncomfortable? Yes. Did it make me as uncomfortable as I thought it would? Surprisingly no. All in all 'twas very good. It was exactly what you would expect in a 'Twilight' movie. Super intense, scandalous, Kristen Stewart donning a range of five facial expressions. (scared, confused, slightly happy, mello, no expression at all. They basically look all the same) and Robert Pattinson looking angry all the time. It really was really good. No joke.

5. I discovered a passsion for Argyle sweaters. For serious. Like, if you want to win me over, wear an argyle sweater. Sweaters are amazazing.

Well, that will have to do for my mash up this Wednesday. Hope you enjoyed because,
                                                  That's my life.               

The Facts of Life.

      I have the pleasure of having a sister. She is ten. Naturally, being a mere child. She talks all the time. (A trait we both seem to share.) Part of her growing up is her incessant question asking. Why this? Why that? Are pregnant golfish really called twits? Can ducks really breathe out of their bums? (The answer to both of those is yes) Do narwhals really exist? (Dang straight they do) See? Always asking questions. Most recently though, her questions have got down to the "nitty gritty."(Nacho Libre quote) Like...this.

"Mishae, when will I hit puberty?" 

*shudder* The "P" word already?! "You're like ten Ashlin. Don't worry about that yet" *eye twitch*

"But really. I want to know. How do I know when I finally hit *&%$#!@"  (censored because the fact that my little sister knows what that means, FREAKS ME OUT) 

Now, when the conversation hits this part, I'm yelling at her to just go to bed already and stop asking me questions. As I roll over and have a little spaz attack. *spasm* But I have to face this. So I tell her loads of junk that is really a blur and not worth mentioning. It's a little awkard TO mention. Besides, I like to keep my blog at a family friendly rating. And I give her details and it's all very disgusting. But the reason I am blogging this, is because sometimes. Well. Life happens. And you have to deal with it. My little sister is growing up. And it scares the crunch outta me. But that is a Fact of Life.  Your siblings will grow up. And it's scary. Ducks can breathe out of their bums. And THAT is scary. Sometimes you have to face the inevitable, because that's life. So my advice is to relax. Things will happen. Your little sister will grow up. She might get bigger than you. (in more places than one. *shudder*) And that's life. But you need to go with the flow. Eat some chocolate. (Heck yes I do) and when the inevitable happens, be able to look yourself in the mirror and say:
                             "That's my Life"

When I get old and lose my hair....

     Everyone thinks of growing old. Plans out their life, what they'll do, who they'll become. I do this. Very often. I look forward to the future and often day dream. blah blah blah. Here is my story:

1996-Escape from womb
2009-Become a teen
2011-Write this post.
2011-2046-Live life, get married, have kids. (this timeline entry is very vague seeming how I am not a fortune teller and cannot fully predict my own future)
2046-Turn the big 5-0.

And this is my day dream part of the story I will tell you about. I will be one of those stankin' awesome grandma's that is cool enough to still run around the yard with my grand children. I will have this house: (or something that looks like it)




sigh......

On my porch I will have a porch swing and serve this beverage:



Who DOESN'T love lemonade?

Also I will serve cupcakes and muffins and cookies and candy and chocolate. Feel free so come to my house in 35 years and partake of this haven of treats.
As well as this stuff, I will still have a rockin' body and not have wrinkles (this statement is very bold and proves my point as how this is my DREAM)
I would also like to own a dresss like this:

I will pair this with a gold charm bracelet and red flats.

Now take a moment and picture this. (1.....2.....3.....)(that was your moment) 'Tis quite beautiful. Is it not? And this is my dream for when I'm fifty and have lived half my life. But for now...

That's My Life.

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.