tag nab it.

But don't make the mistake of expecting something wonderful just because it took me so darn long to post.

Jobs I’ve Had:
1. Co-owner, Corner Candy Store (:
2. Administrative Assistant, Independent Conference Management
3. Technical Writer, BYU OIT Communications and Training
4. Editor, The Intrepid Group

Places I’ve Lived:
1. Kitchener, Ontario, Canada
2. Harefield, England
3. Orem, Utah
4. Salt Lake City, Utah (coming December 2008)

Foods I Love:
1. Grapefruit gelato from Maestro’s
2. Cadbury Twirl bars
3. Green apples
4. Curry

Websites I Visit:
1. facebook.com
2. myfamily.com
3. wikipedia.com
4. email sites

Places I’d Rather Be:
1. London
2. Disneyland
3. Home
4. London

Favorite Movies:
1. Wide Awake
2. Love Actually, edited (actually, pretty much any British movie with Hugh Grant)
3. Almost all Jane Austen adaptations
4. X-men (I, II, III)

10 Things About Me:
1. I hate, hate, HATE peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. It’s been more than ten years since I had one. I don’t know why they’re so vile, they just are. I’d rather eat snails, frog legs, chocolate-covered grasshoppers, or haggis. In fact, there was one family vacation where I did just that.
2. Air Supply is my not-so-secret-not-even-a-little-bit-guilty pleasure. In fact, I adore the entire era of the power ballad. I wish it would come back like the rest of the 80s. This would be convenient as I would have the best cassette tape collection around and would never have to do my hair in the morning.
3. I talk, laugh, argue, sing, walk, clean (i.e. shove everything in my closet), lock myself out of the house, and break things in my sleep. When I was younger, my mom put a lock on the outside of my bedroom door to keep me from killing myself or someone else. When I got my driver’s license there was much stressing.
4. I collect boxes and ribbons. I put things in the boxes and the ribbons make me feel better about the perma-ponytail.
5. I have some strange quirks: If I’m in the car, the doors are locked; if I’m not, neither are the doors. (I’m getting better about this now that I work in scary SLC.) I organize my empty hangers by size, then color. I don’t care how messy my room is; there won’t be a single thing under my bed. This holds true even if I “clean” my room in my sleep (see #3).
6. I am totally, utterly, and completely addicted to The Office. This is convenient as I now work in The Office. No really, I do. Curious? Just ask.
7. I can objectively analyze my recent moods through various electronic means. For example, my recently played iTunes list lets me know if I’ve got down or gone country, my facebook statii tell me what Meagan is doing these days. The most reliable source, however, is my cell phone. My cell phone has predictive text, but it also has a sweet short-term memory that keeps track of how often I pick a certain set of characters over another and “bumps” the more popular combination to the default. If “5-5” brings up “jk”, I know I’ve been sarcastic a lot lately, which usually means I’ve also been dissatisfied. But if “5-5” brings up “kj”, I know I’ve only been talking about happy things like Disneyland and PETA demonstrations gone awry. This means only good things. Happiness and sadness are also measured by “1-1”, which will bring up either “):” or “(:” However, no matter how many tentative plans, hypothetical situations, or if/then statements I concoct (and believe me, there are many), combination “4-3” ALWAYS brings up “he”. I refuse to analyze this.
8. And per the emoticons mentioned above. Yes, my smiley face is backwards. I never noticed this tendency until someone pointed it out to me. Now I consciously type it “wrong” every time. (: (: (: (: (:
9. My home page is set to Wikipedia. Wikipedia is the best thing ever. Anyone in the world can write anything they want about any subject. So you know you are getting the best possible information. This is convenient as I am also an ADD English major and thus feel the need to research the random thoughts and questions that pop into my head. I may or may not use the recent searches feature when documenting how I spent my day on my timesheet . . .
10. I like spring mornings, fall afternoons, summer evenings, and winter nights. I wish every day was like this. I also wish chocolate had no calories.

Oh, and p.s. I tag Adriane. I think everyone else has already been tagged. If you haven't, consider it done.

sad realization

I, like 99% of all humans, operate my technological life on 3 or 4 passwords. These passwords, like 99% of all passwords, are variations on a common theme. Thus, I was perplexed today as I tried to order some office supplies from gap.com (don't ask) and none of my passwords worked to log into the site. Defeated, I pressed the "I forgot my password" button and requested an emailed reminder. When I opened the email, I discovered a password that I haven't used since junior high. This brought two unhappy truths into sharp relief:

1. I was just as annoyingly hormone-crazed as 99% of all teenagers.
2. I haven't had a sense of style since about 1997.

I Love Technology . . .

. . . and yes, I am totally singing the song.

But actually this blog starts with me hating:

This is my last week of working here at IT (which I don't want to talk about right now), and part of my to-do list is to clean out my computer. Due to a crazy night, I had a crazy morning this morning (which I don't want to talk about right now) and I forgot my flash drive. I considered emailing everything to myself, but email hates me today (which I don't want to talk about right now).

I was about to give up when I had an epiphany (inspired in part by a recent blog from Jessie, and in part by the annoying buzzing sound coming from my speakers that bears an uncanny resemblance to that car repair short by Brian Regan): Blog! Blog! Blog!

Not only is it the perfect place to store things, but I realize I have some real gems here.

So, F.Y.E. (and my convenience), Good times and good memories (which I do want to talk about right now) :

So these I pulled from the old high school files for a layout on teenage angst.

(That may or may not be my sister Taylor, Dominic, and Patrick)

Then I have my obsession pics of England, Wales, France, etc. from my web site project.
(These most definitely are Big Ben in January, Milton's sundial, Trafalgar fountain, Whitechapel, Ambleside sunset, and Ambleside daffodils -- all of which I post unapologetically)

So, now that I've got that taken care of, I guess technology and I are back on (though I would leave him in a second for a cottage among the daffodils in Ambleside).

Life, or something like it

So, I think my problem with this whole blogging thing is that I want all my posts to be witty or clever. And since I'm neither as witty, nor as clever, as I sometimes think I am, I don't write many blogs.

I promise to do better.

And in honor of that promise, here is a blog for purely informational purposes:

On Friday, August 17th, 2007, I will officially graduate from BYU.
On Saturday, August 18th, 2007, I will catch the tail-end of our ward camp out at Yuba Lake (anyone is welcome to join me).
On Sunday, August 19th, 2007, I will go to church.
On Monday, August 20th, 2007, I will start my new job.*


Life comes at you fast, huh?


*For informational purposes, I will be working for The Intrepid Group, a PR firm based in SLC. I will be in charge of writing and editing press releases, designing and producing ads and other promotional materials, and doing a lot of video editing. Plus other duties as assigned. I will be commuting from Orem until December or so, then I plan on moving up to SLC, so if you know anyone who'll be needing a roommate/know the good places to live, PLEASE drop me a line (:

**And also for the record, I am SUPER-excited (:

a realization

before the age of ten, i could:

• change a tire (car, bicycle, tricycle, you name it)
• balance a checkbook (not that there was much to balance)
• speak french (horribly-mutated, below-average french)
• cook myself food (if kraft mac-and-cheese can be called food)
• vote republican (at least that's what I told my father)

in other words, i was a woman of the world. strong. independent.
able to take care of myself.

these days, i can:

• call AAA
• unbalance a checkbook
• speak spanish
• order out
• vote however i want to

in other words, i still am a woman of the world. strong. independent.
able to take care of myself.

that being said, boys, a compliment will get you anywhere . . .