Wednesday, December 10, 2008
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Totally copied a post from someone else's blog to your own
I've done 55...you????
Monday, December 1, 2008
A couple of weeks ago I was sitting in church minding my own business, when it was the ward choir's turn to sing. As the song was about to begin, the bishop noticed that there were only about 4 people total in the choir. So, he did what he is prone to do and called rows out of the audience to come up and sing. Of course, my row was called. Being the good sport I am, I climbed the stairs and sang my hallelujahs. The song went off without a hitch and I started to walk back to my seat.
Unfortunately, inbetween me and the pew was a flight of stairs. No, you say. That is everyone's worst nightmare, but it is just that a nightmare. Everyone worries about falling down the stairs but no one ever does it. Um . . . yup, it happened to me. I totally biffed it. And it wasn't just a slip, it was a full on nose dive. One minute I was standing at the top of the stairs, the next I was flat on my back and everything was dark. So, I am laying there wondering why the world is black, when I realize that the reason I can't see anything is because my skirt is over my head. Please stop laughing. I was thinking this has to be a dream. There is no way anything this horrible could actually happen in real life.
So now I have two options: I can just keep my skirt over my head and crawl out of the building never to return, or I could pull my skirt back down. I did the latter and noticed everyone in the choir, front row, and bishopric staring at me with a horrified look on their faces. I jumped up as fast as I could and yelled I'm okay and walked back to my seat. I sat through the rest of sacrament meeting, every five minutes remembering that it actually happened and was not in reality a dream.
One of my friends later told me that one minute she saw my head and the next my feet were up in the air. Another friend told me I bounced off the side wall and flipped over. It must have been a sight to behold. I am totally psyched about it because I am offically on first base with about half the guys in the ward because they saw my underwear. And the bishop now knows that I am wearing my garments properly. Sadly, my awesome knee-highs did nothing to protect my knees, so I am sporting some pretty sweet rug burns and have a giant bruise on my bum.
Now because I am an optimist I realize that it could have been much worse. I could have knocked myself out and been laying there with my skirt over my head for some time. I also could have chosen that Sunday to wear my fabulous see-through leopard thong. And finally, I could have landed on someone and taken them out with the fall. So see! It wasn't so bad. True, I am now officially inactive, but that is beside the point.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
In other news, I believe that Mulan has started a laundry business in our apartment. Please do not think that I am falling prey to a common stereotype. She has been using the washer non-stop for about three weeks now, washing a massive amount of things -there is no way that they could all be hers. The other day she was washing 7 parkas. Her hamper is in its usual spot on top of the washer, but is full of sneakers and swimming googles. I have no idea if she plans to wash the googles. This should be interesting.
One of my roommates is moving out at the end of the month. It seems that Mulan's antics were too much for her, and she is getting out as soon as her lease expires. In the meantime, however, her boyfriend has moved in. Last night I walked downstairs in my p.j.'s to see if I could squeeze a load of laundry inbetween Mulan's, and he was sitting on the couch watching tv. My roommate was not in site. It was a litle uncomfortable to say the least. When I came down later to change my laundry, he was cooking with my pan. Yeah for the end of the month!
Well, that is all the time I can spare my little bloggers. I have to go back hell, I mean 25 page paper.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
8:00-10 AM: Read two chapters from my anthropological theory textbook. Fall asleep several times. Wipe drool from textbook. Highlight random stuff. Forget everything I just read.
10:30 AM: Get dressed and eat breakfast. Chew extra slowly so I don't have to go back to studying. Glance at my pants that only have one leg hemmed. Realize I will not be wearing said pants to class.
10:50 AM: Print off questions that I need to answer about aforementioned chapters and the book, The Nuer, for class today. Run to Jane and Michael Banks' house for study group.
11:00 AM -12:45 PM: Discuss answers for questions from chapters and The Nuer. Frantically try to come up with answers because I can't remember anything from what I read this morning.
12:45 PM: Run to class. Okay, I know. Walk kind of fast to class. See hot guy run by in shorts. Yay!! Listen to Jane and Michael Banks talk on and on and on and on about self.
1PM -4PM: Class. Try to concentrate on group discussion about previously mentioned questions. Can only think of bladder because I drank a huge Diet Pepsi to make sure I was awake for class. Silently cheer because I was assigned two questions that I actually knew the answer too. Try to sound like I know what I am talking about. Fail miserably about trying to sound like I know what I am talking about.
4 PM: End of class. Walk home extra slow to avoid homework waiting at apartment. Instead of going inside, get into car and drive to Ghetto Mart. Meet homeless guy in parking lot. Walk really fast because he is coming to ask for money. Buy bag of Funions. Come home. Face homework.
4:30 - 5:30 PM: Read article about trophy heads in Peru. Learn lots about decapitating people and turning their skulls into ceremonial jewelry. Notify everyone on my blog that I am reading said article.
5:45 -7:00 PM: Work on essay summarizing said article and explaining why this article demonstrates the relationship between physical anthropology and archaeology. Visit people.com, dear abby, and gmail about 700 times.
7:00 -7:30 PM Receive call from Mom. Laugh about youtube video where bride falls into the pool. Look up videos of guys getting hit in the nuts, describe to mom over the phone, laugh. (Yup, my mom is an over sexed pervert, oh wait, that is me.)
7:30-10 PM Complete aforementioned essay. Interesting tidbit: among the skeletal remains they located an urn that depicted people getting their heads cut off and made into ceremonial necklaces of sorts. One of the pictures portrayed a Deity holding a recently decapitated head with the trachea still attached. Can you say Enrichment activity anyone? Sister Noel! What a beautiful necklace! Is that a real human skull? Why yes! We made them in Enrichment. You know Mormons. We are so crafty!
10:00- 10:30 PM Look at huge pile of books awaiting organization into presentation on origins of agriculture in Africa. Feel hopeless. Accept fact that I will be skipping class tomorrow to finish presentation. Start to read books. Realize this information contradicts information read at 6:30 AM. Mentally kick self for not starting presentation sooner. Decide that I am going to work hard and devote all my time to presentation.
10:30 PM: Give up on presentation. Decide my time is much better spent blogging about my day.
10:48 PM: Post Blog
10:49 PM: Look at stack of books about origins of agriculture. Gouged out eyes with a spoon. Make ceremonial necklace from my own skull.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Me: giggle, giggle, bat eyelashes.
Firedude: "My hand hella hurts something hard."
Me: giggle, giggle, bat eyelashes.
Firedude: "This lab is sucking my a**."
Me: giggle, giggle, bat eyelashes.
Firedude: "Whoa! All my drawings look like cartoon bones. "
Me: giggle, giggle, bat eyelashes.
Firedude: "What is this?"
Me: "Australopithecus Africanus."
Firedude: "How do you spell ostalopy?"
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
- High School Graduation!
- Internship in DC
- Westminster Freshman Year
- Deseret Book
- Westminster Sophomore Year
- Westminster Junior Year
- Computer Lab
- Westminster Senior Year
- Huge Breakup
- College Graduation!
- The Lending Group
- The Rental
- Mission - El Salvador
- Mt Pleasant
- Hunter's Woods
- Greenwood Ave
- New Zealand
- Mommy's Surgery
- Papa Jay's
- Newton's basement
- First Year UNR
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I think I am having a cultural issue with one of my roommates, whom I will refer to as Mulan. She leaves everything outside of her room in the common areas. For example, currently outside her door are 6 pairs of shoes, a vacuum, and a huge pile of newspapers. These are a permanent fixture. Not too annoying except for the fact that her door is right at the top of her stairs, so every time I leave my room I have to navigate around them. I just know one day I am going to trip and take a nose dive down the stairs. She also has random stuff all over the house. Like in the upstairs living room she has a computer chair, microwave, laundry bag full of something, and about 8 big boxes. Downstairs living room is filled with a stack of her papers from last year. I can understand if her room is full and she needs extra space, but that is not the case. HER ROOM IS EMPTY. You open the door and it is clean and spotless. So random. Anywho, that is not the purpose of this paragraph. The real reason I gave you all of this information is because she has added a new addition to the living room. Right between the sofa and chair is a basket full of . . . PANTIES. Yup. I have no idea why. I find this highly disturbing. I mean, I can handle the other stuff, but keeping your panties in the living room is just plain weird. How would you suggest I handle this?
"Hi Mulan! I noticed you are keeping your panties in the living room. I have no idea what else to say. That should be enough."
And what is she thinking? Hmm . . I have no idea where to keep my panties. The drawer? No. The closet, too obvious. I know! The living room. It is sooo perfect. Why didn't I think of this sooner?"
So my fellow bloggers, what should I do about the pantie situation?
Monday, September 29, 2008
But, seriously, he was a totally different guy. He was hilarious in class. Maybe some happy pills were involved, I don't know. Then he invited us all out for beers after class next week. I will totally go and get a Diet Coke. I am thinking that I am going to tell everyone I am a recovering alcoholic - just to make it more interesting. Or maybe I will tell them that the terms of my probation will not allow me to consume alcohol. That would be really funny.
Now I have to seriously hit the books. I wrote a paper last night, I have to write one tonight, and I will need to write another one tomorrow night. Sob!! I have so much homework for my Wednesday class I am weeping uncontrollably just thinking about it. That class is seriously holding my life hostage. Seriously.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
I can't believe we have been seeing each other for an entire month. You have brought so much to my life: stress, a new driver's license, an appreciation for people with teeth.
Can't wait to see what the next month will bring!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
What else? I locked myself out of my apartment yesterday. LAME!!! I walked my study partner to the gate (Not firedude :( but Jane and Michael Banks. Jane and Michael Banks is one person. Her last name just happens to be Banks, so every time I hear her name I think of Mary Poppins and someone singing Jane and Michael Banks. Confused much?) So, in the 30 seconds it took me to walk to the gate all my roommates left and locked me out. :( It costs 15 bucks if you call the front office to let you in. Being the NOEL cheapskate I am, I decided to wait. An hour later, I realized it was Saturday night and my roomies were probably gone for the night. So I went to the apartment next door and called the office to come let me in (15 bucks!!). They told me they would be right over. AN HOUR LATER they show. During this time I got to hang out with my next door neighbors. I will refer to them as Q and Bloody Lips. Q didn't speak English very well and introduced himself as a letter of the alphabet. NOT A JOKE. Bloody Lips had just that, Bloody Lips. I know what you are wondering. And I have no idea. It isn't something you can ask in a polite conversation. Excuse me, Bloody Lips. I noticed that your lips are bleeding. Not just a part of them, but YOUR ENTIRE LIPS. Is that normal? So, to make a long story short, the lady shows up and hour later just as two of my roommates come home. 15 bucks!!!
Did I also mention that the smoke alarm is beeping every five minutes in the room next door?
Thursday, September 11, 2008
I am going to take a page out of Odd Thomas and refer to everyone in Reno with nicknames. This being said, the first person I would tell off is Professor Ahem. Yes, my professor who can’t go 5 words without clearing his throat or saying the word okay. I am not high strung or anything, but it drives me crazy. I want to slap him and tell him to take a public speaking class. He also makes the most random connections. No one, ahem, in class can, ahem, follow his train, ahem of thought, okay, ahem. I am going to be in big, ahem, trouble, ahem because, I can already tell, okay, that I don’t, ahem, make the same connections, ahem, that he does.
That being said, my class at the community college is, how shall we say this, interesting. The guy who sits right next to me is studying to be a firefighter. Yes, I said firefighter. Drool. But alas, firedude is about as dumb as they come. How do I know this, drool? Because firedude is also my lab partner. Drool. Basically lab involves me happily doing all the work, trying to include firedude in the process. Here is a peek into lab today:
Me: Okay, firedude. We need to figure out the percentage of offspring that will be albinos. First we need to make a Punnett square. Is albinism dominant or recessive?
Firedude: Um . . . geez, um I have no idea.
Me: No problem, I will do it all. Just tell me is this a big “A” or a little “a.”
Firedude: Um . . . Big “A.”
Me: Yes! You are so smart! I will write the entire essay. You can just sit there and text your hot firefriends. Bat eyelashes. Firedude, you are IN!!!
Friday, September 5, 2008
- Added 115 movies to my Netflix queue.
- Checked mailbox 4 times.
- Walked to Valley Market -should be called Ghetto Market.
- Watched downloadable movies from Netflix.
- Wrote on my blog.
- Took out the garbage.
- Looked at the wall.
- Called Jonny Gunn, Mom and Stacie.
- Picked my nose 15 times.
- Deleted old email messages.
- Reinacted Grease.
- Sharpened pencils.
- Read other people's blogs.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Today I actually went to the correct ward. I can tell I am homesick because I was listening to all the talks and singing the Hymns and thinking this is so great. Normally I am doing everything I can to stay awake -biting my tongue, keeping my feet off the floor, etc. I even went to choir practice. Okay, that just shows how much I didn't want to do my homework. Tomorrow I will avoid my homework by taking pics for y'all to see the wonders of my apartment. This will be a sight to behold believe me. Psych! In reality I probably won't have time to do that, so sometime in the next week it'll happen.
I think I need to rename this blog stream of consciousness. There is some sort of liberation about just writing whatever the heck you feel like. Yup, I am from Utah. I have said heck twice in this posting. AHHHHHH reveling in my Utahness. AHHHHHHHHH.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday I had my Graduate Seminar in Archaeology and Prehistory. I have more work to do than I ever though imaginable. But I heard that this is the hardest course in the program, so if I can pass this, I can pass anything. If all of you would please pray that I can pass this class I will greatly appreciate it.
I will now spend the entire weekend trying to avoid my homework, and then crying the night before it is due.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Class begins with an roll call of sorts. State your name, credentials, and focus. For example: Jane Doe, BS in Anthropology - MA in Archeology, focus Archeology especially zooarcheology. After 13 other people introduced themselves each with a clear focus - Me: Natalie, BS in Psychology - have no idea what my focus is. My professor: Good luck Miss Psychological. Natalie: flipped professor off and ran out of class. Okay, everything but the last part happened. So I basically looked lame. Oh well.
Section 2 consisted of watching a film about how truth is relevant. I am pretty sure that it was from 1982 because the computers it featured reminded me of War Games. Said film followed British professor around the world explaining how no one can really know anything. Only part I remember - insane 1982 special effects showing a witch getting burned at the stake and her face melting off (think Raiders of the Lost Ark). 5-6 page paper on movie is due next week. Pretty sure professor does not want me to mention movie references.
Can anyone name the Christian League reference?
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Apparently in Natalieland time is not linear. It is my blog and time can function however I please. I like being supreme ruler over my blog.
Anyway, here are some highlights from the first few days.
Day 2: So I sit here in a huge mess as I try to stuff my entire life into an 11' x 13' room. My parents have been great. They are sticking around to help me out, so I haven't been too lonely. I have two Asian roommates, one from Beijing and one from Japan, and one American. The kitchen is a mess!! Everyone has their own things, so there are 4 dish soaps, 4 sets of pans, 4 sets of dishes etc. Needless to say there is no room for my stuff. I am probably going to have to store it in my tiny room!! What an adventure. LOL. I have basically spent the past two days putting together all of my IKEA furniture, so now I am a pro! Tomorrow I have orientation from 9:30 to 2:30. Why they have to orient me for 5 hours, I have no idea. BORING!!!!! My bedroom window looks out on the baseball field, so I can hear the marching band practicing at various hours throughout the day. It is pretty crazy. I wish I had more exciting news, but I have just been unpacking.
Day 3: Orientation was lame. It was a bunch of Yay! We are in school and it is going to be hard. Yay!! I ended up leaving early because it was just too much. I went to the bookstore and bought my books instead. The football team was there buying books so I just followed around a bunch of man flesh. Yum!! I don't see my roommates very much. I get the feeling that everyone just does their own things. There should be five of us, but only four rooms are filled. We will probably get a new roommate at some point. Ling, from China is the one I see the most. She always has a friend over and they just speak in Chinese all the time. She has stuff everywhere! She has lived here for 2 years so she basically has taken over the place. Miki, the girl from Japan, is never here. Mary, my other roommate has lived here about a week and she has never even seen Miki. It is pretty funny. I saw her only once and I said Hi and she just walked away. I am have decided that she must not speak English very well (or she is just rude.) LOL. This is definitely different than Utah. All of the gas stations have slot machines. I could become a gambling addict and flunk out of school. That is about all I have seen of Reno, oh and Wal-Mart. I am almost all moved in, so I can hopefully go out and explore. My parents are going to go home tomorrow, and then I am going to be all alone. :( I need to find me some hot men. That is about it. I am sure I will have more exciting things when I actually start school next week. Crazy! I can't believe I actually live here. It is a little surreal.
Day 4: So my parents went home today. My mom and I were sobbing, and my dad even had some tears in his eyes. I had a good cry the first night I was here. I missed everyone so much and I had been here less than 24 hours!! LOL. I am such a dork. I have been trying to keep busy. My parents did take some stuff home, but they accidentally left a big pile of odds and ends, so now I have to figure out what to do with them. Ugg. Oh well. I am down to the end, it is almost ready. It totally looks like an anthro nerd's room. I put up a bunch of my masks from around the world on the wall above my desk. I have one from China, three from El Sal, one from New Zealand and one from London. I decided I am obsessed with people because I noticed all the stuff I bring back is figures of people. LOL. NERD!! I forgot to tell you the best part of orientation yesterday. I met another person in my Anthro program. She is probably 45 and from Montana. Let's just say the first thing I noticed about her is the awesome haircut with the giant rat tail in the back. Then she grabbed her backpack and had two "Gay Pride" buttons on the back. It was so obvious. LOL. I totally feel like I am back in college again. Someone is playing Bon Jovi super loud. So dormish. My roommates were all supposed to be grad students, but I found out they are all undergrad. Mary is only 22. I feel like an old lady. It is her birthday today. I was going to see if she wanted to go to a movie or something, but she hasn't come out of her room. As I said, everyone just does their own thing. Mary is a health ecology major. I don't know what Ling and Miki are. Ling is always cooking and it smells good. My mom said I should hire her to be my cook because I can only make Ramen Noodles. I told her I have been to China and it seems she thought that was pretty cool. I have a scroll that I brought back from there and I want to ask her what it says. It probably says "Some stupid American paid 50 bucks for this piece of crap." But since it is all Chinese it looks beautiful. :) Now Pussy Cat Dolls are blaring. I would die without MapQuest. I went to the community college and bought my used textbook for 100 bucks. Ugg. It is in a really pretty setting, up on the "mountain." (Hill compared to the mountains in Utah.) And the parking is free!!! Yay!!! I just discovered that I can download audiobooks from the library to my laptop. I have been listening to books nonstop to take my mind off of the fact that I now live in Reno. I was in target today and some guy offered me a job. He said it involved "financial planning." I have no idea if I want to get involved with that. But he said that a lot of students do it. I hate that all the shows are an hour later here. I don't want to have to stay up late to watch shows that are usually on at nine!! The marching band just started up. LOL.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Let's compare Salt Lake and Reno shall we?
Salt Lake: 15 miles over the speed limit
Reno: 15 miles under the speed limit
Salt Lake: LDS chapel on every corner
Reno: Wedding chapel on every corner
Salt Lake: Ski Utah license plates
Reno: Support your local firefighter license plates!
Salt Lake: Gas stations filled with sugary goodness
Reno: Gas stations filled with slot machines
Salt Lake: the night skyline features beautiful temples
Reno: the night skyline is filled with casinos
Salt Lake: Everyone is a returned missionary
Reno: Everyone is a retired stripper