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 . . .

A Vindication

At an unspecified point in my life, I may or may not have said, "It's only funny when you fall down," or something to that effect.

I would like to point out at this time that although it is an alleged statement, it is nevertheless true.

I would like to further assert that while the above alleged statement may or may not be slightly sadistic in nature, it also illustrates my hidden philosophical depths, as illustrated below:

"It is not funny that anything else should fall down; only that a man should fall down. Why do we laugh? Because it is a gravely religious matter: it is the Fall of Man. Only man can be absurd: for only man can be dignified." -G. K. Chesterton


Just think about it.