Facebook.

Luckily for all of you i've been in SUPER ANNOYED WITH EVERYTHING MODE.

You'd think I'd stay off of places like Facebook when I have this problem, but guess what? I don't.

SO, with that said, i've got some things to say.

Dear Foodies,

I know you think everyone cares what you had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But guess what unless you ate a human, or lawn chair, NOBODY CARES.

Dear Marrieds,

Unless he recently saved you from a fire, it's father's day, or your anniversary (and I'm being generous.) I do not want to read about how amazing your husband is. Unless he dutch ovened you in bed.

Dear Drama Kings/Queens,

Seriously. Stop with the boo hoo cryptic posts that are so obviously desperate cries for attention. If you want my attention, you're going to have to earn it, and with a status update that says something like, "This is the last time. I'm done." I'm not impressed. And it makes me want to puke whenever I see someone comment "What's wrong?"

Dear Music Lovers,

I get it, you love that song. But stop posting lyrics. I don't care if you know how to put little

♫ on the outisde of the words. I DON'T. CARE. don't care.

Dear Old People,

Cancel your account.

Dear Bloggers,

Facebook is not a blog, please stop with the recaps of your entire day.

Dear Funny people,

None of these rules apply to you (including the old people) Keep up the good work.

Remember that one time?

Remember that one time I was going to go on a media fast?

Well, I still haven't worked up the balls for it.

Maybe after the last episode of the hills next week.

OMG! Speaking of, can you believe Kristin actually CRIED?

More importantly, can you believe I even care?

I am just as lame as everyone else, I'm just better at hiding it.

Oh, the thoughts provoked by the cool side of the pillow.

last night i was trying to clear my head of all thoughts so that i could fall asleep, without much luck.

the only good part of this process is that i usually end up coming up with the best ideas that i never follow through with, or forget about.

but one of them actually stuck.

i started thinking about getting old and dying and i started to panic. (this seems to happen pretty frequently lately)

and i thought, "with my belief system, this should not scare me." which it then became apparent that my testimony is obviously much weaker than it should be. and it wasn't this huge epiphany, i've known for awhile, and made some feeble attempts to strengthen it. (reading scriptures everyday etc.)

but when it comes right down to it, if i'm being honest with myself, (which i am usually bad at) i waste A LOT of time with stupid things, like facebook, tv, magazines, stumbling through the internet etc. etc.

i honestly believe that all of this is cluttering up my brain.

anyway, the whole point is that this is an ironic blog post about how i am going on a media fast for a week in order to get back in touch with my spiritual side and strengthen my testimony. i will give up TV, internet, non-fiction books, radio, mainstream/worldly music, newspapers, magazines, etc.

it probably seems like i am posting this to be self righteous or something, but i actually just thought it might be thought provoking to other people too.

if by chance you yourself have ever tried a media fast i would love to hear all about it. i plan on keeping a journal [everday] throughout the process, and depending on how interesting it is, i will possibly post those entries when the week is over. because after all, it's not like anyone reads this thing anyway. ;)

baby ladies (and gentlemen)

So basically, it's that time of year where everyone I know is giving birth, getting pregnant, orr being pregnant.

Anyway, I just wanted to say CONGRATULATIONS and JOB WELL DONE to everyone who has recently had a child, adopted a child, got pregnant with child, or has been pregnant for awhile with a child. Even if you're just a surrogate.

I wanted to tell all of you that I recent saw this documentary about babies.

It's really really cute, if you like babies, and if you didn't like babies before, now you have one so you are forced to. so when you finally get a chance to get out of the house, I highly recommend it. It's cute, enlightening, and cute. SOOO CUTE.

[my blogs are so boring lately. and now you know why i haven't been doing it.]

my lovely new accessory

dear world,

i haven't blogged in forever so i thought i would let everyone know that i got a puppy finally.

she's a 5 pound Havanese named Lux.

Basically, being a doggy mom is as difficult as i had anticipated it to be. but i love her.

The good news is that i got her spayed before her first heat cycle so i will never have to deal with anything like AnDe and her husband did, as blogged about here. ;)

i've found myself having to refrain from making a status update about everything that she does. cause i don't want to be that girl. oh and i talk way annoying to her (i.e. "hey my little bubby booby baby puppy baby!!!"). so i'm just putting that out there.

and for all the haters, yes she was expensive. she was a GIFT to me from my boyfriend, who will someday share her with me, and basically already does. and i am so grateful for her, she has been a GREAT companion so far, and having her has practically cured my homesickness problem entirely.

anyway, bla bla bla. i love my puppy. and she's gorgeous. and she's not a fag Chihuahua. or a cat.

Look out Smoothie King.

[blog #10]

It may or may not seem like I talk about my boyfriend a lot. But at any rate, I would like to address this issue.

Taylor Giddens has a problem.

So, some people may say it's unreasonable to compare their boyfriend/fiancé/spouse to their dad.

Okay, well I don't do that, exactly.

But here's the thing, my dad always makes me smoothies in the morning. And I am not a huge smoothie fan, but these are delicious. Basically, I am a fan of everything my dad makes. Well, I mentioned to Taylor that I would like for him to make me smoothies like my dad. And he's actually been following through.

HOWEVER.

Before we left Utah, my father told us EXACTLY what he put in his smoothies. Strawberries, Banana, Frozen OJ, and Yogurt.

But Taylor, being an engineer of some sorts takes it upon himself to be extremely experimental.

I mean, I'm not saying that his smoothies have been totally gross.

But sometimes he will put some sort of hard liquor drink mix (minus the liquor), like pina colada or strawberry daquiri or whatever.

Today I believe he put in chocolate, somehow.

And he always puts in Corn Syrup, in spite of my wishes.

Tay, I love you, but when you tell me you kept it down to the basics for me that day, but then later tell me it has some random ingredient, it doesn't count as the basics.

Keeping with the theme of serious.

[Blog #9]

Just now I was thinking about stupid things that we do in our pasts.

Not like, mistakes per say, the way our minds worked in a certain time period. And how looking back, you almost feel embarrassed for yourself. Like the times you thought you knew everything, the times you thought you were in love, the times you thought the decision you were making was totally logical, or even the times you thought that outfit looked good.

I remember a time when I thought I knew everything because tragedy struck my life at a really inconvenient time. I was entitled to know everything. I also thought that because of my circumstance I was mature enough to know what it was like to be in love. And I was certain that I was in love with the boy with the guitar, when I was 15.

I remember a time when I thought my life was over because I was grounded during the weekend of the big game A time when I thought it would be cool to spend my whole junior year not caring about my appearance, by wearing pajamas and not brushing my hair. Oh and then I thought I was in love at least 3 more times during high school.

I remember when I was about to graduate high school, and I was laying on my bedroom floor and I was crying because I was certain that my family didn't love me anymore because of what a huge disappointment I was.

I remember a time when my happiness rested in my current man situation. A time when everything fell apart because I was living my life so irrationally for being the tender age of 18. And I was certain that there was nothing to live for. I remember finally turning to God because trying to hold everything up on my own was just unbearable.

I remember trying to get it right countless times, and still not having it perfected. But I remember finally accepting that giving it my best was good enough for the Lord and that Jesus would fill in the blanks with the power of the atonement.

And I remember finally knowing what it was like to be happy, really happy, being in the Gospel.

I remember learning that things would never be perfect or easy, but they would always fall into place, even if you had to struggle to get there.

My life as I know it, is in a constant state of change. Often times I long for consistency. But when I finally embrace it, I can see that truly the most beautiful fascinating thing any human being can experience is the challenge and struggle of life.