Me and the Stacey.
My Gabe and my Daddy.
The other two... well I couldn't really do anything about that. *Cringe* I'm just kidding. I just lost patience on doing their pictures and two thirds of the family ain't bad.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Christmas Pictures. A bit doctored because... well. Isn't it obvious?
Me and the Stacey.
My Gabe and my Daddy.
The other two... well I couldn't really do anything about that. *Cringe* I'm just kidding. I just lost patience on doing their pictures and two thirds of the family ain't bad.
Sarcasm is losers trying to bring winners down to their level.
I just wanted an excuse to use that quote. AND this one:
Can a heart still break after it's stopped beating?
Courtesy of Rachel's blogspot.
The name cookfourth comes from when my cell phone stopped working, or was working sporadically, so I would be in the middle of typing out a text message and the screen would freeze but it would still take in comments, and I wrote a text message to Janay when this happened and wrote out what I thought was cool, huh and it came out cook 4th. Itrysohard. She was so confused, too. Those were the days.
My daily recommendation is to eat wheat thins with little marshmallows. So freaking good, don't question me on it.
And to look up the You've Got Mail Spoof on youtube.
Can a heart still break after it's stopped beating?
Courtesy of Rachel's blogspot.
The name cookfourth comes from when my cell phone stopped working, or was working sporadically, so I would be in the middle of typing out a text message and the screen would freeze but it would still take in comments, and I wrote a text message to Janay when this happened and wrote out what I thought was cool, huh and it came out cook 4th. Itrysohard. She was so confused, too. Those were the days.
My daily recommendation is to eat wheat thins with little marshmallows. So freaking good, don't question me on it.
And to look up the You've Got Mail Spoof on youtube.
the pain the PAIN
So... I've got horrifyingly bad cramps. Well that comment just eliminated all the guys reading so now I can talk about what I meant to. I left church after the first two meetings because of my cramps, and got carsick in a record five minutes playing video games. It's weird because I played a different video game for over two hours in the car just a few days ago and didn't get sick. At all. And that was Seattle and freeway driving, both crazy, especially when you hit traffic. So... was it because it was Sunday and playing Deep Labyrinth probably wasn't the wisest Sunday activity, and punishment for leaving early since I was doubled over in pain (and yes I took Midol!) Or is Mario and Luigi: Partners in Time just less motion-sickness inducing since the graphics aren't as remarkable and it takes less brain power? Oh will we ever know?
Life is good.
And it actually is. Can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually looking forward to returning to Utah. *shudder* Well to my friends and to a new semester in Utah. Hopefully by then the snow will be mostly gone.
Life is good.
And it actually is. Can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually looking forward to returning to Utah. *shudder* Well to my friends and to a new semester in Utah. Hopefully by then the snow will be mostly gone.
You're on to me!
I love It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I watched TV literally all day today. Except when I watched Radio, which is technically a movie that we stuck in. It's okay though. I was surfing the crimson wave something awful. And sick. And tired. I never thought that continual banging would make me so anxious and stressful for no real reason. I have nothing to be anxious or stressful ABOUT. I had flutterings all over, spasms in my side, beatings in my heart... Besides the constant threat of being attacked by Kyle, which he does more than a 23 year old twin brother should. I love My Name is Earl, too. I was considering pinching it from Kyle, but he would notice. He's exactly like Earl's brother in the show, so he watches it a lot for tips on how to be more... Kyle-like I guess? Kyle is a cross between him and Chris Farley. On purpose. Wouldn't stop quoting "Look at the pretty gas! It's making me sad!" Embarrassed to admit that I'm cracking up just thinking about it. Kyle needs to work on his laugh though. He changes it every couple of years or so and it's getting worse instead of better. Gabe has the cutest laugh I've ever heard though. Cheesy but it's my favorite noise to hear. Always unexpected, but he finds the most random improbable things funny. So today it was true that I always watch TV, but most of the time I average one or two TV shows a week. Not by choice though. We won't talk about how many movies I average (even repeats of movies) a week. Out of desperation How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days has really started to grow on me. I've really started to develop an appreciation for Kate Hudson. Especially after Almost Famous. Hopefully my mom won't notice until it's too late that I've borrowed a lot of her movies. Most for VHS so I don't know HOW I'm going to watch them, but we'll figure it out. We must. We. I was flipping through channels and came across a movie where Kate Beckinsale and Frances McDormand were making out in a pool with another dude (taking turns...). Shawn, you can imdb it. I know how girl on girl action turns you on. Don't miss TV as much as I used to. Is that a good thing? I think the movie is called Laurel Canyon. It has Christian Bale in it, too. Five minutes of it was enough for me, even considering all the amazing people in it. Sigh... I think my favorite character in Love Actually, next to Laura Linney (doesn't it kill you when Karl dances with her so closely and plays with a lock of her hair, and then she just slowly smiles...?), is that singer's manager. Don't you just want to give him a cuddle? He BREAKS my heart! Pht pht pht pht pht pht pht. Ask me if you don't know what that noise means, but any self-respecting friend of mine should know by now. Amy and I watched Love Actually last night. Wanted to watch When Harry Met Sally as well, but stayed too late over at Lyndy's house. Cool huh. I wish life was more neat and tidy. And Kari-friendly. *CLASSIC*
Special Blogger for Janay
Upon request, here is my blog. Why is Kari stupid, you ask? We may never know. We can only refer to the symptoms and endless examples that only scratch the surface of the unknown bottomless pit that is the stupidity of Kari. You want some of these examples? Either because I’m that nice or that stupid, I will acquiesce to your request.
1. I’ve been crazy about the same guy for nearly four years. He doesn’t know.2. He stands me up on at least a monthly basis. I still let him get away with it.3. I keep expecting him to get his act together.4. I keep hoping that he’ll ignore the two gorgeous girls that want him, and pick me instead.5. I keep applying the B.S. through everything principle of high school, although my grades clearly reflect the fallacy of utilizing such an idea beyond public school.6. My back really hurts. If I do daily exercises, it feels better. Once I actually did the exercises on my mission and my back stopped hurting. And so I stopped doing the exercises.7. I still somehow believe in the idea that personality will get you farther than looks.Mission moments of stupidity1. I wore two different shoes—one brown, one black for a whole day on accident.2. I shot an elder in the eye with a rubber band.3. Because of me, missionaries are no longer allowed to play foozball at the institute building in Leeds, England.4. I killed Kenny (the car) the day we got him.5. I locked the keys in the car twice (although this was Walter). Actually the second time I didn’t, but I thought I had, so we spent thirty minutes trying to break into a car that didn’t actually have the keys in it.Post-mission1. This was over general conference. I asked Sterling at the conference center where the SLC temple was, and it was literally RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. Cool, huh.2. ITRYSOHARD. That’s stupid.These are just a few of Kari’s moments of stupidity. I hope you enjoyed them as much as they embarrass(ed) me!
Kari
1. I’ve been crazy about the same guy for nearly four years. He doesn’t know.2. He stands me up on at least a monthly basis. I still let him get away with it.3. I keep expecting him to get his act together.4. I keep hoping that he’ll ignore the two gorgeous girls that want him, and pick me instead.5. I keep applying the B.S. through everything principle of high school, although my grades clearly reflect the fallacy of utilizing such an idea beyond public school.6. My back really hurts. If I do daily exercises, it feels better. Once I actually did the exercises on my mission and my back stopped hurting. And so I stopped doing the exercises.7. I still somehow believe in the idea that personality will get you farther than looks.Mission moments of stupidity1. I wore two different shoes—one brown, one black for a whole day on accident.2. I shot an elder in the eye with a rubber band.3. Because of me, missionaries are no longer allowed to play foozball at the institute building in Leeds, England.4. I killed Kenny (the car) the day we got him.5. I locked the keys in the car twice (although this was Walter). Actually the second time I didn’t, but I thought I had, so we spent thirty minutes trying to break into a car that didn’t actually have the keys in it.Post-mission1. This was over general conference. I asked Sterling at the conference center where the SLC temple was, and it was literally RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. Cool, huh.2. ITRYSOHARD. That’s stupid.These are just a few of Kari’s moments of stupidity. I hope you enjoyed them as much as they embarrass(ed) me!
Kari
Saturday, December 30, 2006
everything deleted (not as destructive as you thought)
Friday, December 22, 2006
Princess Serendipity (or Feather, depending on the day)
Wow, this has been one of the craziest weeks ever, the pinnacle being yesterday. Where do I begin...Well, first of all, I was planning on getting to the airport by bus. Three hours and three transfers and only 1.50. Although it's FREEZING outside. Anyway, I was commissioned to paint a portrait of my aunt Terri by my uncle, and I sent him an E-mail about it, and just on a whim he E-mails me back and asks if I need a ride to the airport! And called me a dork for not asking him sooner. And said he would pick me up when I go back to Provoland. How SWEET is that? Anyway, I go home afterwards, and I have Janay's car for a week, and there was a TICKET on her dashboard. Expired registration *not my fault PHEW but sucks to be her.* Being awfully distracted, having said good bye to my boyfriend just the night before, having loads of essays still to write, a 1/3 more of a portrait to paint, packing to do... I go to the library to pick up books for my big essay, and I.... LOCK MY KEYS IN THE CAR!!!! Man, you should've seen me, although I was eternally grateful that no one I knew was there. I was so stressed out--my English final was in about two hours as well, so the tears were starting to flow more freely than I would've preferred. I call Rachel, and gratefully she agreed to take me to Janay's to pick up her spare key (which on a whim she had divulged its existence to me the week before), and then because Sarah, Janay's roommate and text messaged me "surprise b*tch" like two months ago (funniest line ever from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia), I had her number (Yanaj wasn't answering), and was able to call and she was ACTUALLY HOME, and was about to leave in an hour for the airport! Could I GET any luckier? So thirty minutes later I was back at the library with a key. I go home, and decide to walk to campus. Because of this, I find my favorite hat that I had purchased on my mission and incidentally lost four days ago just hanging on a fence post! I had given up all hope in finding it, and even had begun questioning the integrity of BYU off-campus students. They've been eyeing that hat for weeks. Little did I know... Then I walk to my final, and run into Jeff McDonald, and had learned earlier that we were taking the same flight! And he asked me for a ride to the airport, since apparently his dad was picking us both up. It's so funny, but if this had happened a few years ago, or even over the summer I would've died from ecstasy. I have had one of the longest-running crush on that boy (since the fifth grade), but I wasn't really looking forward to it. I suppose there was another guy that I would've preferred to sit next to... anyway, it wasn't nearly as awkward as I thought it was going to be (Jeff and I are very different--I find him hilarious, but awhile ago realized that many of his 'jokes' are unintentional. Whoops! Another person I've probably made completely self-conscious. Bwa ha haha). He had already heard about Shawn, too. I think my mom is his mom's visiting teacher or vice versa or something. Word certainly gets around! He was cheeky and asked what the forecast was for our future. Fortunately, this gave me leave to press him for details about his last girlfriend, a girl from our stake. And a very unlikely couple. In the past I had had a bad habit of constantly accusing him of stating the obvious ("there goes Jeff, stating the obvious!"), and I didn't do it ONCE this time around him, no matter how tempted I was on so many occasions. He's gotten a lot better in that regard. By the way, I got three hours of sleep last night, hence my horrible grammar and sporadic story telling. So I take the final, go back home and watch a movie (A lady from my class even took me home! She said she wanted to feel like Christmas through service, and hadn't been able to do it until then, and so thanked me profusely. Good thing I'm such a philanthropist. The sacrifices I make, isn't it.), then felt prompted to go to campus to write my essays until waiting until the morning of, which I was most grateful for, since I got all my small papers done and half of my big essay before I had to leave at 11. Which made me grateful that my professor had insisted on hard copies instead of me e-mailing them, since that would've meant I would be working on it right now instead of working on this--I then proceeded to spend the next four and a half hours slaving away at that painting, which was a lot more fun than it should have been. Anyway, how's THAT for a crazy day! Had to be up at 7 the next day to finish the essay, got it done by 9:30, went to Arby's, returned accursed library books and MATCHSTICK MEN! SUCH A GOOD MOVIE!!! went home, and while watching the rest of Da Vinci code and then School of Rock, I packed. Words cannot describe the euphoria I felt after I finished all my homework and the portrait. Lush lush lush. And Mykal raved about them this morning *whew.* At this point I honestly don't care any more what my grades are, but am excited to start over with new classes. I love starting things, have difficulties with the ending part. Watch Stranger than Fiction. That was a FANTASTIC movie. In so many ways. Can't stop listening to the soundtrack which serendipitously ended up on the same CD as Shawn's music that he wrote. So there are two songs that I constantly alternate while I walk to work. Anyway, that's about it. Have a very Merry Christmas!!! And a Happy New Year! So many resolutions to make, but I'll get around to it later. Probably after the new year.Toots Pedersen
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Monday, December 18, 2006
I don't want to be a baby!
Back by popular demand (and empty (?!) threats) is my blog spot. After a brief hiatus from writing my blogs (life has a funny way of getting in the way of your true priorities--like my all-important blog spot) I've recognized the complete and utter necessity of keeping it updated. Much has happened these past couple of weeks. I met someone. Um... four years ago. My best friend Shawn and I became officially official a week ago Wednesday (I don't know how to put it without it sounding completely and utterly high school and cheesy and corny and trite, but there you have it. We're a couple). Wasn't it about... time? Do you like how I have half of my entries within parentheses (I sure do!)? Man, my hands really hurt from the cold. I'm getting so old. Or so I've been told. By someone bold. It's better than silver and gold. The streets need to be patrolled. Okay, I'll stop. So, I've been really happy lately. Intensely brilliantly fantastically happy. Which is weird and new and different for me. I mean, I consider myself to be a pretty decently happy person. Except in the boy department, but that's to be expected after 23 years of nothing but leftover flowers, requests for friends' phone numbers and spending slow songs in the bathroom or at the refreshment table, and dates coming out of the closet. Anyway, things happened super fast (if four years is considered speedy!) and I'm babbling. His fish, Clark, died three years ago, and to cheer him up I made him that pastel drawing, and also a cartoon strip that he threw away that was AMAZING. Shawn has cool roommates, too. So weird random insignificant trivial things I like about Shawn: the way he holds the steering wheel when he drives--I don't know what it is, but I feel instantly safe (at least I did until he told me about the huge car accident he was in at home); the way his zip-up hoodies smell like him still--even after I've had them and worn them for a few days (basically the main reason why I steal his hoodies from him. Bwa ha ha); how cute he is when he hasn't shaved for a few days (although not so cute against my skin *ouch*); the fact that he knows when he's told a really bad joke and can take a good teasing (essential in the Pedersen family) BOOO SHAWN!; there's a dude here at the office that I SWEAR is the guy that played Elijah in The Widow of Zarapheth, and the inn keeper in the Good Samaritan from the In the Service of Your God DVD (wow I'M not a return missionary! Sorry, brief intermission); when he laughs at something unexpectedly (like he didn't see the joke coming and it caught him off guard); when he wears a collared button-up shirt under a sweater *dang*; his hair--and that he lets me play with it; when he teases Tyler; he still likes me after knowing so much crap about me and how I can be sometimes; the fact that he doesn't seem to fully comprehend just how awe-mazing he is; his taste in movies/books/music and that he doesn't always agree with my own (shows he isn’t actually perfect, contrary to popular belief, considering my taste is immaculate); when he plays the Kikujiro song on the piano (ihateyou!); the fact that he likes it when I wear my glasses... and I'm going to puke this is all horrifyingly corny and cheesy. I have a low tolerance for this kind of thing usually. Unless it's in When Harry Met Sally. Anyway, haven't gotten a lot of sleep lately. Haven't had the daily requirement of having good delicious dreams like I normally do to compensate for the failures of day-to-day life. Quite the opposite now isn't it. AWWWWWW....... anyway Shawn ilikeyou! May the force and all the rest of it. (I like you, too, Janay)
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Friday, December 08, 2006
I've known these chicks since I was two (and they still like me!)!
Creative Political WritingEugene Judy, a professional genealogical researcher, discovered that Hillary Clinton's great-great uncle, Remus Rodham, a fellow lacking in character, was hanged for horse stealing and train robbery in Montana in 1889. The only known photograph of Remus shows him standing on the gallows.On the back of the picture is this inscription: "Remus Rodham; horse thief, sent to Montana Territorial Prison 1885, escaped 1887, robbed the Montana Flyer six times. Caught by Pinkerton detectives, convicted and hanged in 1889."Judy emailed Hillary Clinton @NY.Gov for comments. Hillary's staff of professional image adjustors cropped Remus's picture, scanned it, enlarged the image, and edited it with image processing software so that all that's seen is a head shot.The accompanying biographical sketch is as follows:"Remus Rodham was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory. His business empire grew to include acquisition of valuable equestrian assets and intimate dealings with the Montana railroad. Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of his life to service at a government facility, finally taking leave to resume his dealings with the railroad. In 1887, he was a key player in a vital investigation run by the renowned Pinkerton Detective Agency. In 1889, Remus passed away during an important civic function held in his honor when the platform upon which he was standing collapsed... :"
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Saturday, November 18, 2006
the best things in life are free (except for a can of beans)
Hi Kari,No problem...been there - done that! (more than once actually) I'm proud of you for paying off your short term loan. Get used to loans and mortgages, they're some of the more difficult parts of becoming a big person. I don't think a boy becomes a man until he can stare marriage and a mortgage in the face. I suppose that's part of leaving girlhood too...I wouldn't know about that, obviously, but when you've faced down both of those - you're not a kid anymore.I remember when I was single in Vancouver; I was broke and I had one can of green beans left in my cupboard; it was Wednesday morning and payday wasn't until Friday. After having no breakfast and lunch I ate the can of beans for my Wednesday night dinner. There's a cosmic rule in the universe that if you're single and hungry - no one will invite you over to eat...ever! If your cupboard is full and your stomach is full everyone invites you over.By Thursday night I was so hungry that I couldn't hack it anymore so I "borrowed" some tithing money I had in "safekeeping" until I intended to give it to the Bishop on Sunday and went to a restaurant. I had wrestled with myself all day Thursday over doing this because I knew that I had set the money aside so it was already the Lord's money - which, by extension, made it wrong to use it but I was so hungry that I finally rationalized that I could pay it back on Friday - so it wasn't "really" wrong.Anyway, I went to the restaurant and ordered a huge steak dinner. By then I had only eaten the can of green beans in the past 48 hours so I was so hungry that I wolfed the restaurant food down way too fast and immediately felt sick, ran in the restaurant bathroom and puked it all up. They didn't offer me a refund.To make a long story even longer, as soon as my stomach settled down I was hungry again and out a bunch of money that I had wasted and couldn't spare. Making matters worse, I felt horribly guilty about using the tithing money - although I did pay it back on Friday. I still felt "less" for the experience...I had thought I was tougher than that and I expected that I would hold out until Friday and it would make a great faith promoting story.One good thing, other than one more stupid incident, I did get more careful about budgeting following that fiasco. If memory serves, I was broke because I had miscalculated how much a date would cost (with a girl I didn't even like that much.) I didn't even have a good excuse.See where you get it from??Love,The source of half your genes.Yer Dad(picture of my Dad when he was my age at a Youth Conference type thing)
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Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Sometimes you just gotta stick it to the man.
This was from part of an E-mail I sent to my friend Camden (a returned missionary from my mission):
I nearly got in an argument with a member of the bishopric. My calling, if I didn't tell you, was the Relief Society Secretary (which is dumb, because I never pay attention to activities--even when I TRY! And I never know what's going on, so...), we had a meeting on Sunday to discuss the R.S. with a member of the bishopric, but it was just me and Jeanette--who was recently called as the 2nd counselor, so we are both fresh in our callings. But anyway, activity is a huge issue in the Relief Society. Many girls have stopped coming to R.S. or even to church. The 1st counselor of the bishopric made the comment that maybe these antisocial or struggling girls were as such because they were struggling in their spirituality as well. EXCUSE ME?! I was TICKED. I have NEVER felt like I fit in at church--all through growing up and stuff, and even now as a return missionary, I HATE going to church activities (especially Enrichment! Is that wrong?) and I do NOT look forward to going to Relief Society. The nerve THE NERVE. He said maybe these girls just didn't know how to study or pray as well as they could and so it wasn't a worthiness issue but it just was a sensitivity to the spirit issue or something like that. EXCUSE ME?! Some people are just awkward introverts (*cough ME cough*) and it has nothing to do with our relationship with the Lord. Sometimes it is a sign of pride or selfishness, but severe outgoing-ness can be a sign as well. We're talking levels here, people. Anyway, I gave him a piece of my mind. I don't argue with people (even when they're wrong--this means YOU Shawn), and I rarely even challenge people's positions or opinions, but when he asked me what my thoughts were, I was VERY NICE and VERY TACTFUL as I told him where to put it. Just kidding. I just said that they may be struggling with their testimony but it's dangerous to make such a blanket judgment against the girls. It can be VERY hard to participate at church. Goodness knows I never do! Except when making a complete idiot out of myself when it's my turn to conduct. And crap I'm going to have to teach in Relief Society next month. Secretary being like a third counselor my FOOT (just kidding Bonnie! I love being in the Presidency!) Plus the ward I'm in is REALLY preppy. Which equals not Kari-friendly. The girls actually wear jewelry in my ward! And lots of it! And their hair is color-treated and highlighted. On a regular basis. I can't compete with that! My mom yanked me inside a hair salon the day after I got home from my mission and made me get highlights. So now I know how fast my hair grows--it's grown about three inches in the past six months. See, roots sometimes can be a good thing! Anyway, stepping off the soapbox. I don't think he understood the depth of my disbelief or irritation at what he said, but he could tell it ruffled a few feathers. Not as good at hiding my true feelings as well as I used to be. Either that or I have just stopped caring what people think of me as much as I used to. In any case, Itrysohard!
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Thursday, November 09, 2006
We speak each other's unspoken language... fluently...
WHYAMISOAWKWARD?! So... there's this guy. This happened a couple of weeks ago now, and I promised I would blog the occurrence, but never got around to it. Itrysohard. Anyway, his name (the guy, not the occurrence) is Ben. The first time I technically met him (although I doubt he recalls it) was right outside my American Novel class. He was sitting down talking to a classmate, and he's good friends with Rachel, with whom I'm friends with, and Rachel and I were walking together so she introduced us. How's THAT for a poorly constructed sentence? And I got into a tiny argument with him. Not an argument per se, more of a cheeky discussion (probably taken seriously by him, since he didn't know me), on drilling for oil in Alaska. You see, I'm totally for it, even from an environmental standpoint. Most drilling can be done underground, so the actual land would remain largely unaffected. Anyway, I guess he looked at it more from an economic standpoint and politely disagreed, looking mildly confused as to why this curly-haired freak (I had curled my hair that day) was talking to him, especially about something that had little relevance to anything. To defend myself, he had brought it up--I think he was writing a paper on it. The last time I had actually read anything about it was from before my mission, so I was B.S.-ing most of it anyway for a giggle. Welcome to the world of the easily amused! Anyway, the next day was Rachel's Halloween party, which last minute I agreed to go to for moral support in the event that her crush came (stupid jerk was a complete no-show). Anyway, Ben came as well... with his girlfriend. I thought she was right cute, albeit very quiet. Rachel wasn't even there for the first thirty minutes, picking people and things up, so I had to do the dreaded try to get to know people thing (the choice to combat or surrender to the silence--that is the question), which I have SUCH a talent for: "So, what's your major? Where're you from? What's your favourite breakfast cereal? Which Power Ranger do you most identify with? What are your views on drilling for oil in Alaska?" Doing the get to know you thing is completely different when you're a missionary by the way, because at least THEN you're constantly trying to segue it into the gospel somehow. For example--"Oh so marshmallow mateys is your favorite cereal? Well, that reminds me of a story in the Book of Mormon about a prophet and his brother and how they sailed to the Americas in barges, which was tight like unto a dish." Anyway, I digress. A week later I found out that Ben had broken up with his girlfriend. Having mentioned to Rachel once (or twice...) that I thought Ben was proper cute, Rachel suggested to him in passing that she could set him and me up. After getting the go ahead from me (and telling me EVERYTHING, even though Ben told her not to), she gave him my number. Now here's where it gets... untidy.
After dying (living living dead) all week waiting for this stupid phone call, I was at the international cinema watching "Dear Frankie" with Rachel when he finally calls. Even though I had my phone out JUST IN CASE, I didn't see it until it was too late that he called. Incidentally, I still have his message on my phone, two weeks later, because it's THAT endearing. And guys usually don't have the guts to use the word "date" when asking me to do stuff, but he was very forthcoming. Anyway, I try calling him back TWICE, but both times it just rings and rings. About 30 minutes after the last call, he calls me back. And starts talking about a textbook. Trying to sell it to me. I'm so confused. Actually, I just thought he was kidding, so I just played along, asking what edition it was, how much it was going to cost and stuff. Even mentioned I might have to fast and pray about it. I was quite pleased with myself for being able to play along for so long, but I was growing weary of the charade, so I kept trying to get him to crack, but NOTHING. Not even a chuckle or anything! I thought *dang* this guy is GOOD! Finally, he's like, "Well, let me know if you want it or not," says goodbye and HANGS UP THE PHONE!!! That's when I began to suspect that something was amiss. My roommate was sitting next to me and we both just started freaking out. I realized if it WAS a joke, I was the only one in on it. Five minutes pass (with me expecting him to call and say, "haha just kidding" but NOTHING) and ultimately I resolved to send him a text message saying "wait...so that was a joke, right? ~Kari (Pedersen, Rachel's friend). He calls me back and just says how big of an idiot he was and how around the same time as me he had called someone about selling his book and just left a message for them (who turned out to be a he, in the end). I'm HORRIFYINGLY awkward over the phone, always have been, and always intend to be (surprisingly it comes in handy at times), but that broke the ice, so I wasn't agonizing over what I should say in the event that he *gasp* stops talking or a change of direction in the conversation is required. Anyway, we did a group thing. This is a really long blog spot, so I'll talk about how the date itself went another time.
Yesterday someone complimented me on my jacket! Just a perfect stranger, it made me feel right tingly.
Sorry my grammar and such is so bad. I'm a tinge tired like.
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Thursday, November 02, 2006
DON'T MOVE. STAY where you ARE.
So yeah. I pretty much have the best dad ever created... ever... of all time. I received this E-mail this morning in response to my last entry.
Hi Kari,To quote Mark Twain, "The rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated"...but point well taken. Loved the cartoon and appreciate the good sentiment behind it. You should do more cartooning. Not unlike you, I'm sure, I go through periods when I care more about my health and well-being than I do the rest of the time. Can't help it...life goes in cycles and so do I...like you girls quitting chocolate forever - or at least until the next craving hits...:>)If I do happen to croak prematurely so that I'm sending you down your kids from heaven rather than greeting them here with you when they come...it won't be on purpose, believe me. I love you too much and I'm too selfish to miss a miraculous occasion like that. We can influence our fate, but regrettably we can't determine it. My karma...I'd get my blood pressure down, lose weight, write a best seller, Mom and I would buy our new house, pay cash for it and be happy there and then we'd find out that you and your hubby are expecting a baby and I'd be so pleased about that, that I'd absent-mindedly walk in front of a bus. Hello-o-o-o-o...this is Yer Dad speaking!!I hope you're busy and well. Mom says your love life is unrelentingly disappointing. It'll probably stay that way until you stop hanging out with these silly "boys" you have as buddies and find yourself a man. You might even have to go to social things you normally wouldn't to check out the men. I remember how fed up Stacey was with the whole scene at BYU (i.e. the male population) but that all changed the day she met Jared. Any nose-picking boy can jump out of an airplane. It takes a real man to face raising a family and signing up for a 30-year mortgage. (I'm paraphrasing Roseanne Barr) Give it time and try to be patient. He's out there...and so will I be for as long as I can be.I love you,Yer Dad
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Tuesday, October 31, 2006
The Fat Man Walks Alone
Here's a picture of a doll my mommy made. Isn't it AMAZING! I was blown away. This is what we're going to be making--us girls--when we go home for Christmas. I hate dolls, they give me the creeps, ignoring VERY few exceptions, but there is nothing in my personal creed and crusade against the creepy things that dictates that I can't MAKE dolls. Isn't she so amazingly talented? It blows me away. And makes me sick. I blow chunks at least once a day (and usually around the same time) in her general direction to convey my utter horrifying disgust at her outstanding skills. Good thing I take after her more than my Dad. Actually I don't, except for the fine motor skills of our hands. Then I do. I mean, what?! Speaking of the Fat Man, I love my Dad more than anything, so when something recently was brought to my attention concerning him and his well-being, I was forced to act. And so I do. And did. I drew a cartoon, which has been included below.
Desperate Times call for Desperate Measures.
So apparently, my Dad stopped caring sometime last week. He's completely given up on eating healthy (or I guess feeling guilty when he eats crap, but if he's anything like me--well I got this particular trait from him, so... he'll feel guilty anyway) or exercising. He just is sick of it all, and has stopped. The cartoon to the left conveys the utter disgust and horror I feel towards him (although I'm pretty sure I maintain even more unhealthy habits compared to him, but it's okay because I'm 23 and I can get away with it for the time being. Why should I feel guilty for taking advantage of such a wonderful situation? Gotta milk it while it lasts! I learned that from my Mommy).
Hope you guys have a happy Halloween! And if you were wondering, yes, I did remember to wear my amazing bracelet. I had an insane weekend. Found out my sister may have a tumor in her ear. Good times. I told her I didn't care for the news at all--wasn't one bit into it. And it was a good thing she doesn't live here, or I would've been forced to puke into her ear as a protective measure. I was thinking about going into medicine.
I also ran into Ammon this weekend. TWICE. He was the dude that gave me back my own number and said he didn't need it any more. Freshman year. And then we almost became a couple. But never mind. Either way, we had run into each other a couple of times this semester, just being able to chat for a few minutes, both times he gave me a hug. The second time I exchanged numbers with him, and asked if he wanted to join Janay and me for a movie at the International Cinema. He said he couldn't but anyway... On Friday I went to the most amazing play--"The Foreigner" It was amazing. But before we went in, I saw him. And this girl. And then I saw they were holding hands. And then he saw me. And CAME RIGHT OVER AND INTRODUCED HIS GIRLFRIEND. WOW. Good to know. Made me feel sooooooooooooooooooo stupid.
To make matters worse, I ran into him again at the library the next day. And he then insisted on grabbing a chair and sitting next to me to talk. Here is what he said.
Wasn't sure when to tell you about Melissa.
She's exactly like you.
I mention you to her sometimes, so I was really excited for her to meet you.
What do you think of her?
We've been going out for about seven weeks.
Are we like friends? Friends-acquaintances? (EXCUSE ME, I REFUSE TO DTR!!)
So, who's Shawn?
Do you have a fat lip? (Bicycle accident in the second grade had resulted in a bumpy scar on my upper lip. THANKS FOR NOTICING)
Do you ever see that guy any more? (Josh)
Help me with my lesson for Gospel Essentials.
Needless to say I lost any and all desire to do homework, especially at the Provo Library. So I ran to the DVD section, grabbed Princess Diaries 2 and Fever Pitch (I was in a daze, I didn't know what I was doing!!) went home and watched them.
Anyway, that was the gist of the conversation. Trying to block out most of it. Couldn't believe the cheek of it all. Anyway, Happy Halloween!
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Thursday, October 26, 2006
Housework won't kill you, but why take the chance?
Had a bit too much fun with Paintshop. Itrysohard. Anyway, here's another journal entry from around the same time as the previous one, just to dispel thoughts that I was a suicidal freshman. Also, it has a great sentence in it, of which I'm quite proud. It's italicized.
March 17, 2003
I'm watching Breaking Away right now. Goodness, I love this movie soooooo much. Oh, this is the last page to the screenplay of "The Winslow Boy:" (I had glued it in, but will type it here for the sake of the entry)
Sir Robert Morton: I wept today because right had been done.
Catherine: Not Justice?
Sir Robert Morton: No. Not Justice. Right. Easy to do Justice--very hard to do Right. Now, I must leave the witness box, I hope I shall see you again. One day, perhaps, in the House of Commons, up in the Gallery.
Catherine: Yes, Sir Robert. In the House of Commons, one day, but not up in the Gallery. Across the Floor. One day.
Sir R.M: You still pursue your Feminist activities?
Catherine: Oh, yes.
Sir R.M.: A pity. It's a lost cause.
Catherine: DO you really think so, Sir Robert? How little you know women. (Pause) Good-bye. I doubt that we shall meet again.
Sir Robert Morton: Oh. Do you really think so, Miss Winslow? (Pause) How little you know men.
FADE OUT.
I just think it's really hot (so is the movie). I love David Mamet (who adapted the play)--at least the two screenplays I've read of his. I love that sort of innuendo, if that's the word I want. That is romantic. Most movies nowadays--well the movie makers don't seem to realize that it's the unknown--the developing itself--the stolen, questioning glances that is romantic and hot and irresistible. It's not that disgusting immoral gratuitous sex. A sweet, hesitant kiss is acknowledgement enough to ascertain a reciprocality of feelings. Great Scott when are they going to recognize? They used to know, but it was lost along the way, accompanied by many other things like character development. One movie I just recently watched should be a beacon to others on pure, wholesome, well-written entertainment. Don't feel preached to, or manipulated. It's "Stolen Summer." A tear-jerker. I actually got up at eight and went to my Physical Science class. Pat on the back for Karpi. The President gave a Presidential Address today. I watched it in the basement."
"As if you could kill time without injuring eternity."
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Wednesday, October 25, 2006
It's that time of year again!
So, apparently my roommate Jessica was having a bad day today. How did I find out, you ask? Not from her! Her boyfriend (?--I'm not sure if they're official yet, but they are well on their way if not. He reminds me of A.C. Slater. And if you don't know who that is, we can't be friends) came over and dropped off some flowers to cheer her up. As sweet as that is, it was a gentle physical reminder of how big of a loser I am. Why is that you ask? Well, the only time I got flowers from a guy were when they were the dregs of him asking someone else out for the invitational dance at BYU. Nearly four years ago. I was looking through old journal entries, and I actually recorded this one. Here goes (Now mind you, I was a VERY dramatic 19 year old at the time, and have since grown so much more wise and mature and optimistic! Really.):March 18, 2003"So much happened yesterday. Having a hard time figuring out what I can learn from all this. I was online and all of a sudden this window pops up and a "REAL NERD ROCKS" starts IMing me. I hate talking to strangers (oh, and my screen name is Real Nerd) so I start threatening to block and/or warn them if they don't tell me who they are. They just respond with "Just please check your mailbox!" DT Invitational is coming up. I didn't know what to think. Jessica and I went down and there was a single rose in my mailbox with nothing more than my name and a room number on a connecting piece of paper. I go back to my room (I was honestly thinking that this was a stupid prank, nothing more, but I still hoped...) and tell them thanks and ask them again who it is and then my friend Nodrog starts talking to me online (suspicious) and I tell him about what happened and if it was guy then it was the first time I had ever been given a flower from a guy before, and how it probably was a prank and Nodrog finally confesses that it was from him and he calls me up and it turns out that he had bought a dozen roses, held on to one of them, given the eleven to Eikcaj and wrote on a mirror something like "in this mirror you'll see a dozen beautiful things." something like that, asking her to the invitational, and he had this extra rose he didn't know what to do with, so he just stuffed it in my mailbox and the rest is history. He wasn't intending it to be a prank or a joke or anything. He felt so bad about it. he just didn't realize how it looked apparently. Fallen victim yet again to the well intentions of others. Geez, to think, the first flower I ever got from a guy and it turns out to be a leftover from him asking another girl out. Ouch. I'm tired of hoping (and I mean the traditional definition, not the modern one), it hurts too much. I had such a difficult time controlling my voice and trying not to cry when he told me the truth. What I can learn from this, I don't know. I just lost it when I hung up the phone. Stupid me, thinking someone might actually be interested in going to a stupid dance with me. Oh well. Do the same thing I did for prom and do a movie night. I hate this. And then Nylyak comes home raving about her boyfriend and how it hurts her that all these guys that are basically infatuated with her are upset with her because she now has a boyfriend. I wanted to scream but I held my tongue. She didn't know. I just can't help but think that God's lowering my self-esteem and standards for others so much that I won't mind settling, that anyone is better than being alone. Hopefully (ugh) this isn't the case."I ended up helping my friends with their makeup and hair for the dance, and I think I did end up just watching movies. Anyway, three and a half years and a mission later... well the pumpkin says it all. Happy Halloween!*The names have been changed to protect the idiots or the innocent. My roommate is awesome and I love her, it was just bad timing on her part that day.
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Wednesday, October 18, 2006
It Could Be Kari
It Could be Kari is my slogan from http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi. Cool huh! I was feeling it. Anyway, yesterday rather sucked. Except for hanging out with Rachel, and then seeing Metropolis with Scratch Subtle, which was awesome. Seeing them. The movie... I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. It's the anime 2001 version. I was just relieved that Kenichi lived... So I invited three different guys to do stuff with me yesterday (I asked yesterday, but not necessarily FOR yesterday), and they all turned me down, some excuses better than others. So, the obvious question of the day is... Do I offend? More questions follow: Do I smell? Am I a jerk? Am I just not cute enough? Am I too weird? Too sarcastic? Too whatever it is they don't want? Not enough of whatever they want? I don't understand it, me. I try so hard. See Shawn--I do make an effort, so the fact that I spend my Friday nights watching About A Boy for the Nth time is NOT for lack of trying... so hard. Sick sick sick sick sick. I ran into kind of an old flame yesterday. What a pansy, I HAD to ask for his number in order for him to get mine. And he was one of the perpetrators. Such perfect glasses though... *dang.* And he gave me a hug... I think the last time I got a hug was at least two weeks ago when I gave Josh (another culprit) the best card of all time ever. Blech. Argh. I fear I'm becoming a needy person. "So shrug off minor incidents and make us both feel proud--I just wish I could be there to see you through."
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Love Actually is All Around
So, I watched a certain movie with a certain someone yesterday. Words cannot describe how deep and profound my love is for movies. I watched a total of four movies yesterday. I forgot, as well, how much I could get done while watching a movie. I got a lot done yesterday. Some things I had been putting off until forever because of total apathy. But the moment I stuck a movie in, I went into crazy get-things-done-now-overdrive. I made little hand-outs for those whom Alecia and I visit teach with our phone numbers (AND THEY WERE MAGNETS! COME ON!), I made a new freakishly cute cover for my R.S. Secretary binder (with brown in it), I cleaned my room, did my laundry, even cleaned up my mess from making the handouts and binder, made notes for US History, did the dishes, got things ready for the R.S. outing that night, and even emptied the trash in the bathroom. I got loads done! And most of these things you'd have to drag me kicking and screaming to do! What movies did I watch you ask? Well - Legally Blonde (one of my must-haves if I were stuck on a deserted island forever), Sense and Sensibility, Love Actually (I died in that movie. Ask Janay, she'll tell you), and then... Breaking Away, one of my all-time favorite movies. Just having it on served as a comfort. I got more done with those movies on than if I hadn't of had them on--for evidence of this just look at every other day I've spent at home. I even ate a decent lunch. At the outing, I realized just how awesome and darling the Relief Society President is, and how much work goes into these callings. None of the girls were home that we tried to visit, so we made little handouts instead. DANG. Talk about magnifying your calling! She's amazing, and makes me feel so good about myself by laughing at my jokes and talking about how cute I am. *blush* It didn't help though that as we visited (or tried to) girls, we ran into a guy who COMPLETELY ignored me and talked to Bonnie for about five minutes. He made absolutely no effort to introduce himself to me or acknowledge my existence. He just did to Bonnie and asked for her name as well. *cough* Now I fully realized at the time that I looked like crap--it had rained, and my hair had gotten wet and had since dried naturally, and my makeup had all melted off but COME ON!!! A little consideration here! COME ON! Anyway, with a couple of hiccups in regards to fraternizing with the enemy, but not within enemy territory--thank goodness--I did great yesterday with my cunning plan to make-Kari-happier. Yay. I was a lot happier yesterday than I had been for quite awhile. *pause* I'd like to thank Scratch Subtle for her contributions, and my Mommy and Daddy for sending me a ridiculously cute package (more on that later!), and for chocolate. Shout out.
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Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Sabbatical
I love Badly Drawn Boy. I feel sometimes it most accurately expresses the way I feel. Towards EVERYTHING. It's all-encompassing. That is the beauty of it. Anyway, I'm trying a new experiment this week, in an effort to be more happy, because I honestly haven't been lately. Baby steps. Some things that have been put into effect have helped. Doing the little things help a lot. But I'm not all the way there. I've talked a bit about it with Scratch Subtle, because she's insane. Incidentally, she's more aware of the full extent of said plan. Maybe later I'll go more into depth concerning the contents of my cunning make-Kari-more-happy plan, but for now, all I can say is: the truth is never flattery, you fine foxy lady!
~Toots
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Monday, October 16, 2006
Time after Time
Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.~Benjamin FranklinWouldn't it be nice if it were ethical to cheat?~Rachel (keep an eye on this one)Gee, I'm really sorry your mom blew up, Ricky.~Better Off Dead
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Friday, October 13, 2006
I am going to punch a HOLE into your FACE
Anyone familiar with Scratchsubtle's blogspot will be very aware of the stupidity of yours truly. Well, today, at the urgings of my aforementioned friend, I will now provide convincing evidence as to how I am also an ungrateful, spoiled jerk. An idea, I'm sure, many have suspected to be true for years. Exhibit A: A couple of Halloweens ago, while I was a sophomore in college (incidentally, I still am, due to a mission for the LDS church that set me educationally two years behind. The sacrifices one makes, eh!) I got a package in the mail from my mom. At the time, I was living off campus, barely scraping by. I was hungry. Constantly. Consistently. On average. Typically. Usually. And poor, very poor. And due to the brilliant "it builds character" opinion of my folks, I was supporting myself. Completely. So, when I received the package, I was a bit disappointed to find a horrifyingly cute Halloween card, coupled with a darling Halloween-themed bracelet, with alternating pumpkin and ghost charms on it. With the $7 price tag still attached to it (as in the bracelet cost seven dollars, not the price tag). I called up my mom, and then proceeded to RIP HER HEART OUT, because all I could think about were all the wonderful foodstuffs I could buy with that seven dollars, and how I was so hungry and so poor and how CLUELESS she was for buying me a STUPID bracelet that I wouldn't wear anyway, coupled with the two or three dollars she probably spent on the card and the postage. Triumphant, I finished the conversation, and hung up. The instant that phone hit the carriage, I felt like CRAAAAAP. The worst of the worst. And the feeling just continued for hours and then days. About two or three days later, I finally buckled and called her back and profusely apologized. I really had hurt her feelings, and the acknowledgement of this just made me feel worse. Good thing I'm such a freaking jerk sometimes. Anyway, the charm bracelet is currently in my jewelry box, and even now, three years later, I still feel AWFUL whenever I see it.And yes, I do make it a point to sport those alternating pumpkins and ghosts every Halloween.
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Princess Serendipity (or Feather, depending on the day)
Wow, this has been one of the craziest weeks ever, the pinnacle being yesterday. Where do I begin...Well, first of all, I was planning on getting to the airport by bus. Three hours and three transfers and only 1.50. Although it's FREEZING outside. Anyway, I was commissioned to paint a portrait of my aunt Terri by my uncle, and I sent him an E-mail about it, and just on a whim he E-mails me back and asks if I need a ride to the airport! And called me a dork for not asking him sooner. And said he would pick me up when I go back to Provoland. How SWEET is that? Anyway, I go home afterwards, and I have Janay's car for a week, and there was a TICKET on her dashboard. Expired registration *not my fault PHEW but sucks to be her.* Being awfully distracted, having said good bye to my boyfriend just the night before, having loads of essays still to write, a 1/3 more of a portrait to paint, packing to do... I go to the library to pick up books for my big essay, and I.... LOCK MY KEYS IN THE CAR!!!! Man, you should've seen me, although I was eternally grateful that no one I knew was there. I was so stressed out--my English final was in about two hours as well, so the tears were starting to flow more freely than I would've preferred. I call Rachel, and gratefully she agreed to take me to Janay's to pick up her spare key (which on a whim she had divulged its existence to me the week before), and then because Sarah, Janay's roommate and text messaged me "surprise b*tch" like two months ago (funniest line ever from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia), I had her number (Yanaj wasn't answering), and was able to call and she was ACTUALLY HOME, and was about to leave in an hour for the airport! Could I GET any luckier? So thirty minutes later I was back at the library with a key. I go home, and decide to walk to campus. Because of this, I find my favorite hat that I had purchased on my mission and incidentally lost four days ago just hanging on a fence post! I had given up all hope in finding it, and even had begun questioning the integrity of BYU off-campus students. They've been eyeing that hat for weeks. Little did I know... Then I walk to my final, and run into Jeff McDonald, and had learned earlier that we were taking the same flight! And he asked me for a ride to the airport, since apparently his dad was picking us both up. It's so funny, but if this had happened a few years ago, or even over the summer I would've died from ecstasy. I have had one of the longest-running crush on that boy (since the fifth grade), but I wasn't really looking forward to it. I suppose there was another guy that I would've preferred to sit next to... anyway, it wasn't nearly as awkward as I thought it was going to be (Jeff and I are very different--I find him hilarious, but awhile ago realized that many of his 'jokes' are unintentional. Whoops! Another person I've probably made completely self-conscious. Bwa ha haha). He had already heard about Shawn, too. I think my mom is his mom's visiting teacher or vice versa or something. Word certainly gets around! He was cheeky and asked what the forecast was for our future. Fortunately, this gave me leave to press him for details about his last girlfriend, a girl from our stake. And a very unlikely couple. In the past I had had a bad habit of constantly accusing him of stating the obvious ("there goes Jeff, stating the obvious!"), and I didn't do it ONCE this time around him, no matter how tempted I was on so many occasions. He's gotten a lot better in that regard. By the way, I got three hours of sleep last night, hence my horrible grammar and sporadic story telling. So I take the final, go back home and watch a movie (A lady from my class even took me home! She said she wanted to feel like Christmas through service, and hadn't been able to do it until then, and so thanked me profusely. Good thing I'm such a philanthropist. The sacrifices I make, isn't it.), then felt prompted to go to campus to write my essays until waiting until the morning of, which I was most grateful for, since I got all my small papers done and half of my big essay before I had to leave at 11. Which made me grateful that my professor had insisted on hard copies instead of me e-mailing them, since that would've meant I would be working on it right now instead of working on this--I then proceeded to spend the next four and a half hours slaving away at that painting, which was a lot more fun than it should have been. Anyway, how's THAT for a crazy day! Had to be up at 7 the next day to finish the essay, got it done by 9:30, went to Arby's, returned accursed library books and MATCHSTICK MEN! SUCH A GOOD MOVIE!!! went home, and while watching the rest of Da Vinci code and then School of Rock, I packed. Words cannot describe the euphoria I felt after I finished all my homework and the portrait. Lush lush lush. And Mykal raved about them this morning *whew.* At this point I honestly don't care any more what my grades are, but am excited to start over with new classes. I love starting things, have difficulties with the ending part. Watch Stranger than Fiction. That was a FANTASTIC movie. In so many ways. Can't stop listening to the soundtrack which serendipitously ended up on the same CD as Shawn's music that he wrote. So there are two songs that I constantly alternate while I walk to work. Anyway, that's about it. Have a very Merry Christmas!!! And a Happy New Year! So many resolutions to make, but I'll get around to it later. Probably after the new year.Toots Pedersen
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Monday, December 18, 2006
I don't want to be a baby!
Back by popular demand (and empty (?!) threats) is my blog spot. After a brief hiatus from writing my blogs (life has a funny way of getting in the way of your true priorities--like my all-important blog spot) I've recognized the complete and utter necessity of keeping it updated. Much has happened these past couple of weeks. I met someone. Um... four years ago. My best friend Shawn and I became officially official a week ago Wednesday (I don't know how to put it without it sounding completely and utterly high school and cheesy and corny and trite, but there you have it. We're a couple). Wasn't it about... time? Do you like how I have half of my entries within parentheses (I sure do!)? Man, my hands really hurt from the cold. I'm getting so old. Or so I've been told. By someone bold. It's better than silver and gold. The streets need to be patrolled. Okay, I'll stop. So, I've been really happy lately. Intensely brilliantly fantastically happy. Which is weird and new and different for me. I mean, I consider myself to be a pretty decently happy person. Except in the boy department, but that's to be expected after 23 years of nothing but leftover flowers, requests for friends' phone numbers and spending slow songs in the bathroom or at the refreshment table, and dates coming out of the closet. Anyway, things happened super fast (if four years is considered speedy!) and I'm babbling. His fish, Clark, died three years ago, and to cheer him up I made him that pastel drawing, and also a cartoon strip that he threw away that was AMAZING. Shawn has cool roommates, too. So weird random insignificant trivial things I like about Shawn: the way he holds the steering wheel when he drives--I don't know what it is, but I feel instantly safe (at least I did until he told me about the huge car accident he was in at home); the way his zip-up hoodies smell like him still--even after I've had them and worn them for a few days (basically the main reason why I steal his hoodies from him. Bwa ha ha); how cute he is when he hasn't shaved for a few days (although not so cute against my skin *ouch*); the fact that he knows when he's told a really bad joke and can take a good teasing (essential in the Pedersen family) BOOO SHAWN!; there's a dude here at the office that I SWEAR is the guy that played Elijah in The Widow of Zarapheth, and the inn keeper in the Good Samaritan from the In the Service of Your God DVD (wow I'M not a return missionary! Sorry, brief intermission); when he laughs at something unexpectedly (like he didn't see the joke coming and it caught him off guard); when he wears a collared button-up shirt under a sweater *dang*; his hair--and that he lets me play with it; when he teases Tyler; he still likes me after knowing so much crap about me and how I can be sometimes; the fact that he doesn't seem to fully comprehend just how awe-mazing he is; his taste in movies/books/music and that he doesn't always agree with my own (shows he isn’t actually perfect, contrary to popular belief, considering my taste is immaculate); when he plays the Kikujiro song on the piano (ihateyou!); the fact that he likes it when I wear my glasses... and I'm going to puke this is all horrifyingly corny and cheesy. I have a low tolerance for this kind of thing usually. Unless it's in When Harry Met Sally. Anyway, haven't gotten a lot of sleep lately. Haven't had the daily requirement of having good delicious dreams like I normally do to compensate for the failures of day-to-day life. Quite the opposite now isn't it. AWWWWWW....... anyway Shawn ilikeyou! May the force and all the rest of it. (I like you, too, Janay)
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Friday, December 08, 2006
I've known these chicks since I was two (and they still like me!)!
Creative Political WritingEugene Judy, a professional genealogical researcher, discovered that Hillary Clinton's great-great uncle, Remus Rodham, a fellow lacking in character, was hanged for horse stealing and train robbery in Montana in 1889. The only known photograph of Remus shows him standing on the gallows.On the back of the picture is this inscription: "Remus Rodham; horse thief, sent to Montana Territorial Prison 1885, escaped 1887, robbed the Montana Flyer six times. Caught by Pinkerton detectives, convicted and hanged in 1889."Judy emailed Hillary Clinton @NY.Gov for comments. Hillary's staff of professional image adjustors cropped Remus's picture, scanned it, enlarged the image, and edited it with image processing software so that all that's seen is a head shot.The accompanying biographical sketch is as follows:"Remus Rodham was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory. His business empire grew to include acquisition of valuable equestrian assets and intimate dealings with the Montana railroad. Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of his life to service at a government facility, finally taking leave to resume his dealings with the railroad. In 1887, he was a key player in a vital investigation run by the renowned Pinkerton Detective Agency. In 1889, Remus passed away during an important civic function held in his honor when the platform upon which he was standing collapsed... :"
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Saturday, November 18, 2006
the best things in life are free (except for a can of beans)
Hi Kari,No problem...been there - done that! (more than once actually) I'm proud of you for paying off your short term loan. Get used to loans and mortgages, they're some of the more difficult parts of becoming a big person. I don't think a boy becomes a man until he can stare marriage and a mortgage in the face. I suppose that's part of leaving girlhood too...I wouldn't know about that, obviously, but when you've faced down both of those - you're not a kid anymore.I remember when I was single in Vancouver; I was broke and I had one can of green beans left in my cupboard; it was Wednesday morning and payday wasn't until Friday. After having no breakfast and lunch I ate the can of beans for my Wednesday night dinner. There's a cosmic rule in the universe that if you're single and hungry - no one will invite you over to eat...ever! If your cupboard is full and your stomach is full everyone invites you over.By Thursday night I was so hungry that I couldn't hack it anymore so I "borrowed" some tithing money I had in "safekeeping" until I intended to give it to the Bishop on Sunday and went to a restaurant. I had wrestled with myself all day Thursday over doing this because I knew that I had set the money aside so it was already the Lord's money - which, by extension, made it wrong to use it but I was so hungry that I finally rationalized that I could pay it back on Friday - so it wasn't "really" wrong.Anyway, I went to the restaurant and ordered a huge steak dinner. By then I had only eaten the can of green beans in the past 48 hours so I was so hungry that I wolfed the restaurant food down way too fast and immediately felt sick, ran in the restaurant bathroom and puked it all up. They didn't offer me a refund.To make a long story even longer, as soon as my stomach settled down I was hungry again and out a bunch of money that I had wasted and couldn't spare. Making matters worse, I felt horribly guilty about using the tithing money - although I did pay it back on Friday. I still felt "less" for the experience...I had thought I was tougher than that and I expected that I would hold out until Friday and it would make a great faith promoting story.One good thing, other than one more stupid incident, I did get more careful about budgeting following that fiasco. If memory serves, I was broke because I had miscalculated how much a date would cost (with a girl I didn't even like that much.) I didn't even have a good excuse.See where you get it from??Love,The source of half your genes.Yer Dad(picture of my Dad when he was my age at a Youth Conference type thing)
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Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Sometimes you just gotta stick it to the man.
This was from part of an E-mail I sent to my friend Camden (a returned missionary from my mission):
I nearly got in an argument with a member of the bishopric. My calling, if I didn't tell you, was the Relief Society Secretary (which is dumb, because I never pay attention to activities--even when I TRY! And I never know what's going on, so...), we had a meeting on Sunday to discuss the R.S. with a member of the bishopric, but it was just me and Jeanette--who was recently called as the 2nd counselor, so we are both fresh in our callings. But anyway, activity is a huge issue in the Relief Society. Many girls have stopped coming to R.S. or even to church. The 1st counselor of the bishopric made the comment that maybe these antisocial or struggling girls were as such because they were struggling in their spirituality as well. EXCUSE ME?! I was TICKED. I have NEVER felt like I fit in at church--all through growing up and stuff, and even now as a return missionary, I HATE going to church activities (especially Enrichment! Is that wrong?) and I do NOT look forward to going to Relief Society. The nerve THE NERVE. He said maybe these girls just didn't know how to study or pray as well as they could and so it wasn't a worthiness issue but it just was a sensitivity to the spirit issue or something like that. EXCUSE ME?! Some people are just awkward introverts (*cough ME cough*) and it has nothing to do with our relationship with the Lord. Sometimes it is a sign of pride or selfishness, but severe outgoing-ness can be a sign as well. We're talking levels here, people. Anyway, I gave him a piece of my mind. I don't argue with people (even when they're wrong--this means YOU Shawn), and I rarely even challenge people's positions or opinions, but when he asked me what my thoughts were, I was VERY NICE and VERY TACTFUL as I told him where to put it. Just kidding. I just said that they may be struggling with their testimony but it's dangerous to make such a blanket judgment against the girls. It can be VERY hard to participate at church. Goodness knows I never do! Except when making a complete idiot out of myself when it's my turn to conduct. And crap I'm going to have to teach in Relief Society next month. Secretary being like a third counselor my FOOT (just kidding Bonnie! I love being in the Presidency!) Plus the ward I'm in is REALLY preppy. Which equals not Kari-friendly. The girls actually wear jewelry in my ward! And lots of it! And their hair is color-treated and highlighted. On a regular basis. I can't compete with that! My mom yanked me inside a hair salon the day after I got home from my mission and made me get highlights. So now I know how fast my hair grows--it's grown about three inches in the past six months. See, roots sometimes can be a good thing! Anyway, stepping off the soapbox. I don't think he understood the depth of my disbelief or irritation at what he said, but he could tell it ruffled a few feathers. Not as good at hiding my true feelings as well as I used to be. Either that or I have just stopped caring what people think of me as much as I used to. In any case, Itrysohard!
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Thursday, November 09, 2006
We speak each other's unspoken language... fluently...
WHYAMISOAWKWARD?! So... there's this guy. This happened a couple of weeks ago now, and I promised I would blog the occurrence, but never got around to it. Itrysohard. Anyway, his name (the guy, not the occurrence) is Ben. The first time I technically met him (although I doubt he recalls it) was right outside my American Novel class. He was sitting down talking to a classmate, and he's good friends with Rachel, with whom I'm friends with, and Rachel and I were walking together so she introduced us. How's THAT for a poorly constructed sentence? And I got into a tiny argument with him. Not an argument per se, more of a cheeky discussion (probably taken seriously by him, since he didn't know me), on drilling for oil in Alaska. You see, I'm totally for it, even from an environmental standpoint. Most drilling can be done underground, so the actual land would remain largely unaffected. Anyway, I guess he looked at it more from an economic standpoint and politely disagreed, looking mildly confused as to why this curly-haired freak (I had curled my hair that day) was talking to him, especially about something that had little relevance to anything. To defend myself, he had brought it up--I think he was writing a paper on it. The last time I had actually read anything about it was from before my mission, so I was B.S.-ing most of it anyway for a giggle. Welcome to the world of the easily amused! Anyway, the next day was Rachel's Halloween party, which last minute I agreed to go to for moral support in the event that her crush came (stupid jerk was a complete no-show). Anyway, Ben came as well... with his girlfriend. I thought she was right cute, albeit very quiet. Rachel wasn't even there for the first thirty minutes, picking people and things up, so I had to do the dreaded try to get to know people thing (the choice to combat or surrender to the silence--that is the question), which I have SUCH a talent for: "So, what's your major? Where're you from? What's your favourite breakfast cereal? Which Power Ranger do you most identify with? What are your views on drilling for oil in Alaska?" Doing the get to know you thing is completely different when you're a missionary by the way, because at least THEN you're constantly trying to segue it into the gospel somehow. For example--"Oh so marshmallow mateys is your favorite cereal? Well, that reminds me of a story in the Book of Mormon about a prophet and his brother and how they sailed to the Americas in barges, which was tight like unto a dish." Anyway, I digress. A week later I found out that Ben had broken up with his girlfriend. Having mentioned to Rachel once (or twice...) that I thought Ben was proper cute, Rachel suggested to him in passing that she could set him and me up. After getting the go ahead from me (and telling me EVERYTHING, even though Ben told her not to), she gave him my number. Now here's where it gets... untidy.
After dying (living living dead) all week waiting for this stupid phone call, I was at the international cinema watching "Dear Frankie" with Rachel when he finally calls. Even though I had my phone out JUST IN CASE, I didn't see it until it was too late that he called. Incidentally, I still have his message on my phone, two weeks later, because it's THAT endearing. And guys usually don't have the guts to use the word "date" when asking me to do stuff, but he was very forthcoming. Anyway, I try calling him back TWICE, but both times it just rings and rings. About 30 minutes after the last call, he calls me back. And starts talking about a textbook. Trying to sell it to me. I'm so confused. Actually, I just thought he was kidding, so I just played along, asking what edition it was, how much it was going to cost and stuff. Even mentioned I might have to fast and pray about it. I was quite pleased with myself for being able to play along for so long, but I was growing weary of the charade, so I kept trying to get him to crack, but NOTHING. Not even a chuckle or anything! I thought *dang* this guy is GOOD! Finally, he's like, "Well, let me know if you want it or not," says goodbye and HANGS UP THE PHONE!!! That's when I began to suspect that something was amiss. My roommate was sitting next to me and we both just started freaking out. I realized if it WAS a joke, I was the only one in on it. Five minutes pass (with me expecting him to call and say, "haha just kidding" but NOTHING) and ultimately I resolved to send him a text message saying "wait...so that was a joke, right? ~Kari (Pedersen, Rachel's friend). He calls me back and just says how big of an idiot he was and how around the same time as me he had called someone about selling his book and just left a message for them (who turned out to be a he, in the end). I'm HORRIFYINGLY awkward over the phone, always have been, and always intend to be (surprisingly it comes in handy at times), but that broke the ice, so I wasn't agonizing over what I should say in the event that he *gasp* stops talking or a change of direction in the conversation is required. Anyway, we did a group thing. This is a really long blog spot, so I'll talk about how the date itself went another time.
Yesterday someone complimented me on my jacket! Just a perfect stranger, it made me feel right tingly.
Sorry my grammar and such is so bad. I'm a tinge tired like.
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Thursday, November 02, 2006
DON'T MOVE. STAY where you ARE.
So yeah. I pretty much have the best dad ever created... ever... of all time. I received this E-mail this morning in response to my last entry.
Hi Kari,To quote Mark Twain, "The rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated"...but point well taken. Loved the cartoon and appreciate the good sentiment behind it. You should do more cartooning. Not unlike you, I'm sure, I go through periods when I care more about my health and well-being than I do the rest of the time. Can't help it...life goes in cycles and so do I...like you girls quitting chocolate forever - or at least until the next craving hits...:>)If I do happen to croak prematurely so that I'm sending you down your kids from heaven rather than greeting them here with you when they come...it won't be on purpose, believe me. I love you too much and I'm too selfish to miss a miraculous occasion like that. We can influence our fate, but regrettably we can't determine it. My karma...I'd get my blood pressure down, lose weight, write a best seller, Mom and I would buy our new house, pay cash for it and be happy there and then we'd find out that you and your hubby are expecting a baby and I'd be so pleased about that, that I'd absent-mindedly walk in front of a bus. Hello-o-o-o-o...this is Yer Dad speaking!!I hope you're busy and well. Mom says your love life is unrelentingly disappointing. It'll probably stay that way until you stop hanging out with these silly "boys" you have as buddies and find yourself a man. You might even have to go to social things you normally wouldn't to check out the men. I remember how fed up Stacey was with the whole scene at BYU (i.e. the male population) but that all changed the day she met Jared. Any nose-picking boy can jump out of an airplane. It takes a real man to face raising a family and signing up for a 30-year mortgage. (I'm paraphrasing Roseanne Barr) Give it time and try to be patient. He's out there...and so will I be for as long as I can be.I love you,Yer Dad
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Tuesday, October 31, 2006
The Fat Man Walks Alone
Here's a picture of a doll my mommy made. Isn't it AMAZING! I was blown away. This is what we're going to be making--us girls--when we go home for Christmas. I hate dolls, they give me the creeps, ignoring VERY few exceptions, but there is nothing in my personal creed and crusade against the creepy things that dictates that I can't MAKE dolls. Isn't she so amazingly talented? It blows me away. And makes me sick. I blow chunks at least once a day (and usually around the same time) in her general direction to convey my utter horrifying disgust at her outstanding skills. Good thing I take after her more than my Dad. Actually I don't, except for the fine motor skills of our hands. Then I do. I mean, what?! Speaking of the Fat Man, I love my Dad more than anything, so when something recently was brought to my attention concerning him and his well-being, I was forced to act. And so I do. And did. I drew a cartoon, which has been included below.
Desperate Times call for Desperate Measures.
So apparently, my Dad stopped caring sometime last week. He's completely given up on eating healthy (or I guess feeling guilty when he eats crap, but if he's anything like me--well I got this particular trait from him, so... he'll feel guilty anyway) or exercising. He just is sick of it all, and has stopped. The cartoon to the left conveys the utter disgust and horror I feel towards him (although I'm pretty sure I maintain even more unhealthy habits compared to him, but it's okay because I'm 23 and I can get away with it for the time being. Why should I feel guilty for taking advantage of such a wonderful situation? Gotta milk it while it lasts! I learned that from my Mommy).
Hope you guys have a happy Halloween! And if you were wondering, yes, I did remember to wear my amazing bracelet. I had an insane weekend. Found out my sister may have a tumor in her ear. Good times. I told her I didn't care for the news at all--wasn't one bit into it. And it was a good thing she doesn't live here, or I would've been forced to puke into her ear as a protective measure. I was thinking about going into medicine.
I also ran into Ammon this weekend. TWICE. He was the dude that gave me back my own number and said he didn't need it any more. Freshman year. And then we almost became a couple. But never mind. Either way, we had run into each other a couple of times this semester, just being able to chat for a few minutes, both times he gave me a hug. The second time I exchanged numbers with him, and asked if he wanted to join Janay and me for a movie at the International Cinema. He said he couldn't but anyway... On Friday I went to the most amazing play--"The Foreigner" It was amazing. But before we went in, I saw him. And this girl. And then I saw they were holding hands. And then he saw me. And CAME RIGHT OVER AND INTRODUCED HIS GIRLFRIEND. WOW. Good to know. Made me feel sooooooooooooooooooo stupid.
To make matters worse, I ran into him again at the library the next day. And he then insisted on grabbing a chair and sitting next to me to talk. Here is what he said.
Wasn't sure when to tell you about Melissa.
She's exactly like you.
I mention you to her sometimes, so I was really excited for her to meet you.
What do you think of her?
We've been going out for about seven weeks.
Are we like friends? Friends-acquaintances? (EXCUSE ME, I REFUSE TO DTR!!)
So, who's Shawn?
Do you have a fat lip? (Bicycle accident in the second grade had resulted in a bumpy scar on my upper lip. THANKS FOR NOTICING)
Do you ever see that guy any more? (Josh)
Help me with my lesson for Gospel Essentials.
Needless to say I lost any and all desire to do homework, especially at the Provo Library. So I ran to the DVD section, grabbed Princess Diaries 2 and Fever Pitch (I was in a daze, I didn't know what I was doing!!) went home and watched them.
Anyway, that was the gist of the conversation. Trying to block out most of it. Couldn't believe the cheek of it all. Anyway, Happy Halloween!
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Thursday, October 26, 2006
Housework won't kill you, but why take the chance?
Had a bit too much fun with Paintshop. Itrysohard. Anyway, here's another journal entry from around the same time as the previous one, just to dispel thoughts that I was a suicidal freshman. Also, it has a great sentence in it, of which I'm quite proud. It's italicized.
March 17, 2003
I'm watching Breaking Away right now. Goodness, I love this movie soooooo much. Oh, this is the last page to the screenplay of "The Winslow Boy:" (I had glued it in, but will type it here for the sake of the entry)
Sir Robert Morton: I wept today because right had been done.
Catherine: Not Justice?
Sir Robert Morton: No. Not Justice. Right. Easy to do Justice--very hard to do Right. Now, I must leave the witness box, I hope I shall see you again. One day, perhaps, in the House of Commons, up in the Gallery.
Catherine: Yes, Sir Robert. In the House of Commons, one day, but not up in the Gallery. Across the Floor. One day.
Sir R.M: You still pursue your Feminist activities?
Catherine: Oh, yes.
Sir R.M.: A pity. It's a lost cause.
Catherine: DO you really think so, Sir Robert? How little you know women. (Pause) Good-bye. I doubt that we shall meet again.
Sir Robert Morton: Oh. Do you really think so, Miss Winslow? (Pause) How little you know men.
FADE OUT.
I just think it's really hot (so is the movie). I love David Mamet (who adapted the play)--at least the two screenplays I've read of his. I love that sort of innuendo, if that's the word I want. That is romantic. Most movies nowadays--well the movie makers don't seem to realize that it's the unknown--the developing itself--the stolen, questioning glances that is romantic and hot and irresistible. It's not that disgusting immoral gratuitous sex. A sweet, hesitant kiss is acknowledgement enough to ascertain a reciprocality of feelings. Great Scott when are they going to recognize? They used to know, but it was lost along the way, accompanied by many other things like character development. One movie I just recently watched should be a beacon to others on pure, wholesome, well-written entertainment. Don't feel preached to, or manipulated. It's "Stolen Summer." A tear-jerker. I actually got up at eight and went to my Physical Science class. Pat on the back for Karpi. The President gave a Presidential Address today. I watched it in the basement."
"As if you could kill time without injuring eternity."
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Wednesday, October 25, 2006
It's that time of year again!
So, apparently my roommate Jessica was having a bad day today. How did I find out, you ask? Not from her! Her boyfriend (?--I'm not sure if they're official yet, but they are well on their way if not. He reminds me of A.C. Slater. And if you don't know who that is, we can't be friends) came over and dropped off some flowers to cheer her up. As sweet as that is, it was a gentle physical reminder of how big of a loser I am. Why is that you ask? Well, the only time I got flowers from a guy were when they were the dregs of him asking someone else out for the invitational dance at BYU. Nearly four years ago. I was looking through old journal entries, and I actually recorded this one. Here goes (Now mind you, I was a VERY dramatic 19 year old at the time, and have since grown so much more wise and mature and optimistic! Really.):March 18, 2003"So much happened yesterday. Having a hard time figuring out what I can learn from all this. I was online and all of a sudden this window pops up and a "REAL NERD ROCKS" starts IMing me. I hate talking to strangers (oh, and my screen name is Real Nerd) so I start threatening to block and/or warn them if they don't tell me who they are. They just respond with "Just please check your mailbox!" DT Invitational is coming up. I didn't know what to think. Jessica and I went down and there was a single rose in my mailbox with nothing more than my name and a room number on a connecting piece of paper. I go back to my room (I was honestly thinking that this was a stupid prank, nothing more, but I still hoped...) and tell them thanks and ask them again who it is and then my friend Nodrog starts talking to me online (suspicious) and I tell him about what happened and if it was guy then it was the first time I had ever been given a flower from a guy before, and how it probably was a prank and Nodrog finally confesses that it was from him and he calls me up and it turns out that he had bought a dozen roses, held on to one of them, given the eleven to Eikcaj and wrote on a mirror something like "in this mirror you'll see a dozen beautiful things." something like that, asking her to the invitational, and he had this extra rose he didn't know what to do with, so he just stuffed it in my mailbox and the rest is history. He wasn't intending it to be a prank or a joke or anything. He felt so bad about it. he just didn't realize how it looked apparently. Fallen victim yet again to the well intentions of others. Geez, to think, the first flower I ever got from a guy and it turns out to be a leftover from him asking another girl out. Ouch. I'm tired of hoping (and I mean the traditional definition, not the modern one), it hurts too much. I had such a difficult time controlling my voice and trying not to cry when he told me the truth. What I can learn from this, I don't know. I just lost it when I hung up the phone. Stupid me, thinking someone might actually be interested in going to a stupid dance with me. Oh well. Do the same thing I did for prom and do a movie night. I hate this. And then Nylyak comes home raving about her boyfriend and how it hurts her that all these guys that are basically infatuated with her are upset with her because she now has a boyfriend. I wanted to scream but I held my tongue. She didn't know. I just can't help but think that God's lowering my self-esteem and standards for others so much that I won't mind settling, that anyone is better than being alone. Hopefully (ugh) this isn't the case."I ended up helping my friends with their makeup and hair for the dance, and I think I did end up just watching movies. Anyway, three and a half years and a mission later... well the pumpkin says it all. Happy Halloween!*The names have been changed to protect the idiots or the innocent. My roommate is awesome and I love her, it was just bad timing on her part that day.
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Wednesday, October 18, 2006
It Could Be Kari
It Could be Kari is my slogan from http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi. Cool huh! I was feeling it. Anyway, yesterday rather sucked. Except for hanging out with Rachel, and then seeing Metropolis with Scratch Subtle, which was awesome. Seeing them. The movie... I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. It's the anime 2001 version. I was just relieved that Kenichi lived... So I invited three different guys to do stuff with me yesterday (I asked yesterday, but not necessarily FOR yesterday), and they all turned me down, some excuses better than others. So, the obvious question of the day is... Do I offend? More questions follow: Do I smell? Am I a jerk? Am I just not cute enough? Am I too weird? Too sarcastic? Too whatever it is they don't want? Not enough of whatever they want? I don't understand it, me. I try so hard. See Shawn--I do make an effort, so the fact that I spend my Friday nights watching About A Boy for the Nth time is NOT for lack of trying... so hard. Sick sick sick sick sick. I ran into kind of an old flame yesterday. What a pansy, I HAD to ask for his number in order for him to get mine. And he was one of the perpetrators. Such perfect glasses though... *dang.* And he gave me a hug... I think the last time I got a hug was at least two weeks ago when I gave Josh (another culprit) the best card of all time ever. Blech. Argh. I fear I'm becoming a needy person. "So shrug off minor incidents and make us both feel proud--I just wish I could be there to see you through."
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Love Actually is All Around
So, I watched a certain movie with a certain someone yesterday. Words cannot describe how deep and profound my love is for movies. I watched a total of four movies yesterday. I forgot, as well, how much I could get done while watching a movie. I got a lot done yesterday. Some things I had been putting off until forever because of total apathy. But the moment I stuck a movie in, I went into crazy get-things-done-now-overdrive. I made little hand-outs for those whom Alecia and I visit teach with our phone numbers (AND THEY WERE MAGNETS! COME ON!), I made a new freakishly cute cover for my R.S. Secretary binder (with brown in it), I cleaned my room, did my laundry, even cleaned up my mess from making the handouts and binder, made notes for US History, did the dishes, got things ready for the R.S. outing that night, and even emptied the trash in the bathroom. I got loads done! And most of these things you'd have to drag me kicking and screaming to do! What movies did I watch you ask? Well - Legally Blonde (one of my must-haves if I were stuck on a deserted island forever), Sense and Sensibility, Love Actually (I died in that movie. Ask Janay, she'll tell you), and then... Breaking Away, one of my all-time favorite movies. Just having it on served as a comfort. I got more done with those movies on than if I hadn't of had them on--for evidence of this just look at every other day I've spent at home. I even ate a decent lunch. At the outing, I realized just how awesome and darling the Relief Society President is, and how much work goes into these callings. None of the girls were home that we tried to visit, so we made little handouts instead. DANG. Talk about magnifying your calling! She's amazing, and makes me feel so good about myself by laughing at my jokes and talking about how cute I am. *blush* It didn't help though that as we visited (or tried to) girls, we ran into a guy who COMPLETELY ignored me and talked to Bonnie for about five minutes. He made absolutely no effort to introduce himself to me or acknowledge my existence. He just did to Bonnie and asked for her name as well. *cough* Now I fully realized at the time that I looked like crap--it had rained, and my hair had gotten wet and had since dried naturally, and my makeup had all melted off but COME ON!!! A little consideration here! COME ON! Anyway, with a couple of hiccups in regards to fraternizing with the enemy, but not within enemy territory--thank goodness--I did great yesterday with my cunning plan to make-Kari-happier. Yay. I was a lot happier yesterday than I had been for quite awhile. *pause* I'd like to thank Scratch Subtle for her contributions, and my Mommy and Daddy for sending me a ridiculously cute package (more on that later!), and for chocolate. Shout out.
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Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Sabbatical
I love Badly Drawn Boy. I feel sometimes it most accurately expresses the way I feel. Towards EVERYTHING. It's all-encompassing. That is the beauty of it. Anyway, I'm trying a new experiment this week, in an effort to be more happy, because I honestly haven't been lately. Baby steps. Some things that have been put into effect have helped. Doing the little things help a lot. But I'm not all the way there. I've talked a bit about it with Scratch Subtle, because she's insane. Incidentally, she's more aware of the full extent of said plan. Maybe later I'll go more into depth concerning the contents of my cunning make-Kari-more-happy plan, but for now, all I can say is: the truth is never flattery, you fine foxy lady!
~Toots
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Monday, October 16, 2006
Time after Time
Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.~Benjamin FranklinWouldn't it be nice if it were ethical to cheat?~Rachel (keep an eye on this one)Gee, I'm really sorry your mom blew up, Ricky.~Better Off Dead
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Friday, October 13, 2006
I am going to punch a HOLE into your FACE
Anyone familiar with Scratchsubtle's blogspot will be very aware of the stupidity of yours truly. Well, today, at the urgings of my aforementioned friend, I will now provide convincing evidence as to how I am also an ungrateful, spoiled jerk. An idea, I'm sure, many have suspected to be true for years. Exhibit A: A couple of Halloweens ago, while I was a sophomore in college (incidentally, I still am, due to a mission for the LDS church that set me educationally two years behind. The sacrifices one makes, eh!) I got a package in the mail from my mom. At the time, I was living off campus, barely scraping by. I was hungry. Constantly. Consistently. On average. Typically. Usually. And poor, very poor. And due to the brilliant "it builds character" opinion of my folks, I was supporting myself. Completely. So, when I received the package, I was a bit disappointed to find a horrifyingly cute Halloween card, coupled with a darling Halloween-themed bracelet, with alternating pumpkin and ghost charms on it. With the $7 price tag still attached to it (as in the bracelet cost seven dollars, not the price tag). I called up my mom, and then proceeded to RIP HER HEART OUT, because all I could think about were all the wonderful foodstuffs I could buy with that seven dollars, and how I was so hungry and so poor and how CLUELESS she was for buying me a STUPID bracelet that I wouldn't wear anyway, coupled with the two or three dollars she probably spent on the card and the postage. Triumphant, I finished the conversation, and hung up. The instant that phone hit the carriage, I felt like CRAAAAAP. The worst of the worst. And the feeling just continued for hours and then days. About two or three days later, I finally buckled and called her back and profusely apologized. I really had hurt her feelings, and the acknowledgement of this just made me feel worse. Good thing I'm such a freaking jerk sometimes. Anyway, the charm bracelet is currently in my jewelry box, and even now, three years later, I still feel AWFUL whenever I see it.And yes, I do make it a point to sport those alternating pumpkins and ghosts every Halloween.
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