that's why there's (chocolate, chick flicks, blogs, malls, etc.)
i usually need about 6 hours of sleep a night. on average this week, i have slept about 9.2 hours a night. when i ask myself why the sudden change, there is nothing that i can quite put my finger on. except that 9 o'clock rolls around and i think 'i'd rather go to bed than do anything else right now'
it all started on monday. i had the worst day ever! i am not one to cry (unless i'm at the pulpit, then heaven help me, it's like niagara falls) but this monday was really pushing the limits. I walked home in the dark and truly wondered if i would ever get a job after college, and if my family would still love me, and if obama would actually get elected. (the first two were rough questions, but it was really that third one that brought the tears) haylie told me over and over that this was no big deal, and it's not going to matter, and at least my life has problems i can fix. after a lot of contemplation about how much i worry about school and getting a career, i realized, there is no need to worry about this stuff as much as i do. i should be more worried about the sisters in relief society who don't feel welcome.
and that's my remedy for adding hours of sleep to your life. quit worrying.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
i'll cheer for the cougars, try and stop me
last saturday, nat, eric, matt, and mike came to provo and we went to kneaders for a glorious french toast breakfast. we all went to the BYU football game and witnessed a mild fight between some morons about who was ruining the game more by loud obnoxious cheers. (i suspect a few gentlemen reported to their bishops about this particular tiff) what with our attention spans, the trilogy (nat, cath, and myself) embarked on a little walk to stretch our legs during the third quarter. low and behold, we ran into chris and michelle magann! i learned that michelle has been going to cougar football games with her parents since she was a little girl. jealous! we chatted in the apparel shop for a few minutes and tried to convince chris to buy a hat with cosmo's head on it, but he wouldn't go for it.
rarely, does any phillips get more excited these two party animals...
i especially enjoy cathy's expression in this picture, matt takes silver
i especially enjoy cathy's expression in this picture, matt takes silver
Friday, October 24, 2008
this therapy might not be strong enough...
blogging is therpeutic for me. I'm sitting at work and I've read all my emails, facebooked as long as i could, perused ESPN.com, USAToday, watched The Office online, all in my lab waiting for a process that i have to monitor every 5 or 10 minutes. yum. after all that i knew it was time for a good blog post. too bad i don't have anything of consequence to tell you about. only that i feel like i'm in junior high every other day when i sit in class after class filled with boys, (boys not men) who throw things at me, and hit my elbow while i'm writing, over and over. i really could use a self-help book about "how to deal with the emotional effects of experiencing 8th grade while in your early 20's". it's not a complete repeat of 8th grade though. when i was a bobcat at bennion junior high, boys didn't tease me, they teased those little cheerleaders, and girls in the dance company. i ate school lunch, on styrofoam trays, with adria gardner and chelsea mcarthur. i was busy schooling my biology classmates on the functions of the cell. who in their wildest dreams would have guessed that the unpopular tom-boy would have turned into an engineer who is unpopular? heaven only knows.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The ending of a long, long era
When I was a sophomore in high school, I was goofing around with my friends as usual one night. I was riding in some boy's car, and I found a wallet in his glovebox. I asked him if I could use it since I had never owned a wallet, and thus needed one really badly. I have used it ever since then. (about 6 years plus or minus) Exhibit A: 
It has been in the last couple years that I have been a tad self concious carrying that thing outside the cover of a purse. Luckily Mike felt my pain, and helped me pick out a new wallet in Milwaukee. Exhibit awesome:
Sundays with the Phillips (we try not to ruin it with too much religion)
Make sure you check out Nat's blog for some more sunday fun...
Followed by some much needed, but completely unwanted, nap-time
Mike and Garrett's balancing act:
he's just so darn cute!
Oreos for breakfast was a hit
Followed by some much needed, but completely unwanted, nap-time Mike and Garrett's balancing act:he's just so darn cute!shoot fest!
On saturday we partied like it was 1899 in Newton, by shooting the crap out of a few boxes of clay pigeons. I partied by snapping a few pictures then taking a nap. I love being with my family!
the blog must go on...
I might be tired, but Nat and Mike are urging me to keep blogging.
Flying into Milwaukee was way cool, we were above the clouds almost the whole time, and it was gorgeous. When we approached Milwaukee, there was a full moon over lake Michigan, and the city was lit up which was really cool. Mike met me at the airport, and we went to Lake Park Bistro. It was a classy, charming restaurant that looked out over Lake Michigan. We went back to his apartment watched an episode of the wire then hit the sack. On Wednesday we went to chicago. This city was so awesome! We went 'shopping' on Michigan Avenue. We went up to the top of Hancock tower, we ate burgers at the ESPNzone, we went to the Art Institute of Chicago and saw Van Gogh, Boticelli, Monet, Manet, Rembrandt and more. You'll notice in the slide show that I accidentally used my flash on the orginal American Gothic. I got in big trouble for that! There is a picture called 'Resurrection' the top of it has a glare on it, and that's because the picture is probably 12 feet tall. That picture is by an apprentice of one of my favorite artists (Caravaggio) and is very similar to his style. We ate deep dish pizza, which was about 80% cheese, and I couldn't be happier about that fact. On Thursday we went running for what seemed like forever along Lake Michigan. Then we went to the Milwaukee public museum, which was a little less sensational than Chicago's, and in Mike's words, it was 'ghetto'. We ate sushi for dinner, then had lixx custard for dessert. I'm a fan of sushi! on Friday we ran in Mike's neighbohood. I loved all the fall leaves, and the people in Wauwatosa are so nice! We ate wisconsin brats for lunch-- we had beer brats, and chicken, feta, and spinach brats. The beer brat was my favorite. Mike had to take care of some business at the school, and after that he gave me a mini tour. Before we went to the airport, we went to Kopp's and had the cheapest, hugest burgers ever. Let's just say I did anything but starve on this trip! I had so much fun with Mike. Everytime I did something goofy, he told me I was grounded, which I got a kick out of.
Flying into Milwaukee was way cool, we were above the clouds almost the whole time, and it was gorgeous. When we approached Milwaukee, there was a full moon over lake Michigan, and the city was lit up which was really cool. Mike met me at the airport, and we went to Lake Park Bistro. It was a classy, charming restaurant that looked out over Lake Michigan. We went back to his apartment watched an episode of the wire then hit the sack. On Wednesday we went to chicago. This city was so awesome! We went 'shopping' on Michigan Avenue. We went up to the top of Hancock tower, we ate burgers at the ESPNzone, we went to the Art Institute of Chicago and saw Van Gogh, Boticelli, Monet, Manet, Rembrandt and more. You'll notice in the slide show that I accidentally used my flash on the orginal American Gothic. I got in big trouble for that! There is a picture called 'Resurrection' the top of it has a glare on it, and that's because the picture is probably 12 feet tall. That picture is by an apprentice of one of my favorite artists (Caravaggio) and is very similar to his style. We ate deep dish pizza, which was about 80% cheese, and I couldn't be happier about that fact. On Thursday we went running for what seemed like forever along Lake Michigan. Then we went to the Milwaukee public museum, which was a little less sensational than Chicago's, and in Mike's words, it was 'ghetto'. We ate sushi for dinner, then had lixx custard for dessert. I'm a fan of sushi! on Friday we ran in Mike's neighbohood. I loved all the fall leaves, and the people in Wauwatosa are so nice! We ate wisconsin brats for lunch-- we had beer brats, and chicken, feta, and spinach brats. The beer brat was my favorite. Mike had to take care of some business at the school, and after that he gave me a mini tour. Before we went to the airport, we went to Kopp's and had the cheapest, hugest burgers ever. Let's just say I did anything but starve on this trip! I had so much fun with Mike. Everytime I did something goofy, he told me I was grounded, which I got a kick out of.
you can’t say blog on an airplane
So I’m sitting in the SLC international airport, and since it costs 8 bones to get on the internet, I am ‘blogging’ in Microsoft word (which just capitalized its own name) then adding this later. I would say the best thing I’ve done so far, is after check in, they tell me to go to gate A5. ‘Thanks’ I start walking, and suddenly the airport seems so small. Where did the rest of the building go? Um… Am I supposed to go outside? AGGH!! Then I turn around and walk back to where I came from and towards the actual airport. The bagging guy looked at me like I was retarded. Big smile, I am!
I head to security and try to act like I know what is going on. Everyone gives their boarding pass to these guys with blue gloves, so I do the same. I dig for my ID again (thinking, you have no idea how happy I am that I have that) then he asks for my number. I just looked at him. Then he started laughing, and says just kidding. Uh… so we go walking through security. Suddenly everyone is taking their shoes off. It was the weirdest thing I have ever seen. Seriously. All these grown people taking off their shoes without complaint like we’re all going into the playplace at McDonald’s. So I copy them and take my shoes and coat off, and send my stuff through the x-ray machine. I am not going to lie, I was just a little nervous I would never see my purse, shoes and coat again. It’s a good thing I got to the airport real early, because then I had time to fake blog. (I’m in the Denver airport right now) My next 8 year old moment: I’m sitting by the gate, and it’s like 10:05. Well my flight is at 10:30, so if we want to leave by 10:30, we should probably be getting on the plane now right? So I walk over to this counter where two older men are chatting. I show him my ticket and ask if I’m supposed to get on. He sort of looked at me like I was a little dumb, and said “yeah you’ll give that to us when you board”
Holding the ticket out to him, “ok, like right now?”
Not taking the ticket, “uh no”
“Oh. Ok?”
I told him it was my first time and I didn’t really know what to do, then he got a big smile on his face and told me to just wait a little longer, and he’d call us by rows.
Taking off was sweet. The Great Salt Lake was glorious. But it felt like a ride at Lagoon. Like that sick light headed feeling. And of course, I’m so insanely dramatic that I 1) have my face pressed against the window and B) am so stressed that I have to start eating. So I chow down on the two granola bars that my mommy packed for me. My only regret about that first flight is that I was sitting next to a 50 year old man who weighed about 105 lbs, and not some hottie-boomba-lottie. I have high hopes for the flight to Milwaukee. Bring on the babes (please) So remember how when I freak out, I have to start eating immediately? Well right when I get to the Denver airport, I practically run to the gate for my next flight, so scared I’m going to miss the flight. No worries, I had three hours… back to the food court! I grabbed some turkey sandwich and had the dude ring it up… $6.48!!!!! MY BAD. I didn’t realize the country was experiencing a famine and it all happened while I was on the plane, but there’s no way I could have heard about it since they made me turn my phone off! Freaks. Before I got on here to blog, my dad called me and left two messages one saying that he hoped my plane didn’t hijacked. I was able to catch him, and we talked for a half hour. He told me to yell to everyone on the plane “hey everybody! Come look!” then hopefully everyone would run to my side of the plane, and tip it. One expensive turkey sandwich, one fruit and yogurt parfait later, I tried to focus on reading and relax, but these darn stockings were a pain in the butt. So I took those off in a hurry, and on the flight to Milwaukee I realized how to ride in comfort!
I head to security and try to act like I know what is going on. Everyone gives their boarding pass to these guys with blue gloves, so I do the same. I dig for my ID again (thinking, you have no idea how happy I am that I have that) then he asks for my number. I just looked at him. Then he started laughing, and says just kidding. Uh… so we go walking through security. Suddenly everyone is taking their shoes off. It was the weirdest thing I have ever seen. Seriously. All these grown people taking off their shoes without complaint like we’re all going into the playplace at McDonald’s. So I copy them and take my shoes and coat off, and send my stuff through the x-ray machine. I am not going to lie, I was just a little nervous I would never see my purse, shoes and coat again. It’s a good thing I got to the airport real early, because then I had time to fake blog. (I’m in the Denver airport right now) My next 8 year old moment: I’m sitting by the gate, and it’s like 10:05. Well my flight is at 10:30, so if we want to leave by 10:30, we should probably be getting on the plane now right? So I walk over to this counter where two older men are chatting. I show him my ticket and ask if I’m supposed to get on. He sort of looked at me like I was a little dumb, and said “yeah you’ll give that to us when you board”
Holding the ticket out to him, “ok, like right now?”
Not taking the ticket, “uh no”
“Oh. Ok?”
I told him it was my first time and I didn’t really know what to do, then he got a big smile on his face and told me to just wait a little longer, and he’d call us by rows.
Taking off was sweet. The Great Salt Lake was glorious. But it felt like a ride at Lagoon. Like that sick light headed feeling. And of course, I’m so insanely dramatic that I 1) have my face pressed against the window and B) am so stressed that I have to start eating. So I chow down on the two granola bars that my mommy packed for me. My only regret about that first flight is that I was sitting next to a 50 year old man who weighed about 105 lbs, and not some hottie-boomba-lottie. I have high hopes for the flight to Milwaukee. Bring on the babes (please) So remember how when I freak out, I have to start eating immediately? Well right when I get to the Denver airport, I practically run to the gate for my next flight, so scared I’m going to miss the flight. No worries, I had three hours… back to the food court! I grabbed some turkey sandwich and had the dude ring it up… $6.48!!!!! MY BAD. I didn’t realize the country was experiencing a famine and it all happened while I was on the plane, but there’s no way I could have heard about it since they made me turn my phone off! Freaks. Before I got on here to blog, my dad called me and left two messages one saying that he hoped my plane didn’t hijacked. I was able to catch him, and we talked for a half hour. He told me to yell to everyone on the plane “hey everybody! Come look!” then hopefully everyone would run to my side of the plane, and tip it. One expensive turkey sandwich, one fruit and yogurt parfait later, I tried to focus on reading and relax, but these darn stockings were a pain in the butt. So I took those off in a hurry, and on the flight to Milwaukee I realized how to ride in comfort!
my name is mallory phillips, and this is the longest day of my life
The following happened Monday, October 13, between the hours of 7 am and 7 pm
7:02 I wake up late, still needing to finish a one page write up for my 8 o’clock class
8:00 The final packing of my bag before I head off to school (that’s funny, I can’t find my wallet anywhere. As a matter of fact I haven’t seen it since…. Saturday night?)
8:05 (Walking to school) Last time I remember having it was Saturday night at Jason’s Deli. So I sent a text message to Elyse, asking her for Brady’s number since I might have left my wallet in his car.
8:15 Finally to school and on a computer to finish the lamest assignment on the planet
8:55 Ask the TA if she’ll accept my assignment just as class is out “yeah but it will be late, since it’s due at the beginning of class” (shutup)
9:00 Math class—by now I’m starting to get really nervous about the fact that I can’t find my wallet
1st text message of the day: (to Mike) do you think the airport will let me use a school ID? (worst case scenario I’m planning to take 10 bucks cash and buy a new ID on campus)
Mike: government issue ID is probably best, why?
Me: Ummm… I think I misplaced my wallet
Mike: is that a joke?
Me: no.
Me to Mom: What time does the DMV close?
Mom: 6 or 7. What’s going on?
Me: I lost my wallet
10:00 Physical chemistry (not as fun as it sounds) I’m freaking out at this point. I had planned to meet with teachers all day to finish up my homework before I leave for Milwaukee. And I’m sitting behind this uber cute guy who didn’t text me back on Saturday when I asked him where he was sitting at the game… who claimed he didn’t get the text until the end of the game. The guy next to him turns around and says “you can’t text during the game” then proceeds to try and whisper the outrageous story about how I dared to send a text message during the football game to the guy next to him, and right in front of me. I finally said “I can hear you” Shut him up. Yeah I’m losing my mind right now.
I wish Matt was at home and could help me look for my social security card, and check what time the DMV closes
I talk to James Patterson (newly awarded his PhD and proceeding to experiment on us undergraduates as a teacher—he embodies geek) I told him that instead of coming to get help with homework I needed to go to Salt Lake and get a new license so I could get on my plane. He told me I could hand my homework in on Monday when I got back.
11:00 Fluid Mechanics (I also get cell phone service again) 1)I have a voicemail from Matt saying he stayed home sick today, was wondering when I was coming up so we could hang, and he needed a massage. 2) Elyse texts my back telling me Brady's number (the boy whose car I was in Saturday night). 3) Voicemail from Haylie as icing on the cake. Fluids, I text like my life depends on it. Brady looks in his Audi, no wallet. Matt finds that the place to replace your drivers license closes at 6, but won’t let anyone in line after 3:30. Matt also found my birth certificate and social security card, and was ready to go get in line for me. I don’t think I have been this worked up in my entire life. Like I’m not already FREAKING OUT because I have to get on a plane BY MYSELF.
12:00 I’m done with class for the day, and I’m ready to run down this game plan: 1)BYU lost and found 2) tear my apartment apart 3)drive to Salt Lake and get a new license
BYU lost and found (for those of you who don’t know, it’s the most amazing part about BYU. I have found my watch, and jumpdrive, and more to come I’m sure. It’s located in the WILK, and all lost and founds flow into it. Its all organized, and they have regular employees there) But no such luck, no wallet. Alright, head home. I have never prayed nor cursed so passionately than I did this day. Ok one more prayer before the carnage begins, I’ll check my car first, then my room. It’s not on the floor on the passengers side, or under either seat. Then suddenly I see it! Tucked right next to the console, on the passengers side.
Ok, so maybe it wasn’t the longest day, maybe the most dramatic though. At this point, I have told about 9 people, and sent 200 text messages. Suddenly I have to go do my homework? Ugh.
I’m so emotionally drained from my own drama. At about 7 the Fergusons came down and got J-dawgs and we ate them in some Jewish structure set up on campus. SWEET!
7:02 I wake up late, still needing to finish a one page write up for my 8 o’clock class
8:00 The final packing of my bag before I head off to school (that’s funny, I can’t find my wallet anywhere. As a matter of fact I haven’t seen it since…. Saturday night?)
8:05 (Walking to school) Last time I remember having it was Saturday night at Jason’s Deli. So I sent a text message to Elyse, asking her for Brady’s number since I might have left my wallet in his car.
8:15 Finally to school and on a computer to finish the lamest assignment on the planet
8:55 Ask the TA if she’ll accept my assignment just as class is out “yeah but it will be late, since it’s due at the beginning of class” (shutup)
9:00 Math class—by now I’m starting to get really nervous about the fact that I can’t find my wallet
1st text message of the day: (to Mike) do you think the airport will let me use a school ID? (worst case scenario I’m planning to take 10 bucks cash and buy a new ID on campus)
Mike: government issue ID is probably best, why?
Me: Ummm… I think I misplaced my wallet
Mike: is that a joke?
Me: no.
Me to Mom: What time does the DMV close?
Mom: 6 or 7. What’s going on?
Me: I lost my wallet
10:00 Physical chemistry (not as fun as it sounds) I’m freaking out at this point. I had planned to meet with teachers all day to finish up my homework before I leave for Milwaukee. And I’m sitting behind this uber cute guy who didn’t text me back on Saturday when I asked him where he was sitting at the game… who claimed he didn’t get the text until the end of the game. The guy next to him turns around and says “you can’t text during the game” then proceeds to try and whisper the outrageous story about how I dared to send a text message during the football game to the guy next to him, and right in front of me. I finally said “I can hear you” Shut him up. Yeah I’m losing my mind right now.
I wish Matt was at home and could help me look for my social security card, and check what time the DMV closes
I talk to James Patterson (newly awarded his PhD and proceeding to experiment on us undergraduates as a teacher—he embodies geek) I told him that instead of coming to get help with homework I needed to go to Salt Lake and get a new license so I could get on my plane. He told me I could hand my homework in on Monday when I got back.
11:00 Fluid Mechanics (I also get cell phone service again) 1)I have a voicemail from Matt saying he stayed home sick today, was wondering when I was coming up so we could hang, and he needed a massage. 2) Elyse texts my back telling me Brady's number (the boy whose car I was in Saturday night). 3) Voicemail from Haylie as icing on the cake. Fluids, I text like my life depends on it. Brady looks in his Audi, no wallet. Matt finds that the place to replace your drivers license closes at 6, but won’t let anyone in line after 3:30. Matt also found my birth certificate and social security card, and was ready to go get in line for me. I don’t think I have been this worked up in my entire life. Like I’m not already FREAKING OUT because I have to get on a plane BY MYSELF.
12:00 I’m done with class for the day, and I’m ready to run down this game plan: 1)BYU lost and found 2) tear my apartment apart 3)drive to Salt Lake and get a new license
BYU lost and found (for those of you who don’t know, it’s the most amazing part about BYU. I have found my watch, and jumpdrive, and more to come I’m sure. It’s located in the WILK, and all lost and founds flow into it. Its all organized, and they have regular employees there) But no such luck, no wallet. Alright, head home. I have never prayed nor cursed so passionately than I did this day. Ok one more prayer before the carnage begins, I’ll check my car first, then my room. It’s not on the floor on the passengers side, or under either seat. Then suddenly I see it! Tucked right next to the console, on the passengers side.
Ok, so maybe it wasn’t the longest day, maybe the most dramatic though. At this point, I have told about 9 people, and sent 200 text messages. Suddenly I have to go do my homework? Ugh.
I’m so emotionally drained from my own drama. At about 7 the Fergusons came down and got J-dawgs and we ate them in some Jewish structure set up on campus. SWEET!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Did you know...
- We have a Ute blanket draped on the lazy boy in our apartment (it's haylie's, it's haylie's!)
- Haylie is an amazing cook
- Our apartment has sour apple green walls
- Provo is the highest baptizing mission in the world
- I have the best dad in the world
- Haylie and I eat pasta about 9 times a week (mmmm)
- I should be doing homework since I'm going to chicago next week...
- Katy Perry 'Hot n cold' is the best song to run to, gets me PUMPED
- The sister missionaries live in BYU's married housing (free rent)
- 92% of the students majoring in chemical engineering are married by the end of their sophomore year
- 90% of all statistics are made up
- Including the last one
- And the one before that
- But not by far!
- doberman pinschers are the prettiest dogs on this planet
- About 1 in every 500 people are members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints
- About 1 in every 101,000 people have the opportunity to serve full time missions and 'wear the black nametag'
- In 1986 the United States Government established the Superfund Act, which requires that all chemical waste management care is retroactive (meaning that if you disposed of it 10 years ago, and this year senator obama helps change the law, you have to go clean it up again)
- I have a quiz about goverment regulations on chemical waste disposal, that I have to study for now
- I'm not complaining about superfund
- vote mccain palin 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
one of the best parts of the year
Anytime we celebrate Mike is a wonderful day. Today is Mike's birthday! Happy Birthday Mike!
Missed so much! I miss Mike while he's at school, but getting prescriptions is a small price to pay...
Is super handsome
Cracks me up
Hardworking
Always hardworking
Every girls dream
Loves to be awesome
These are just some things you might not know about Mike (but I seriously doubt it)
Missed so much! I miss Mike while he's at school, but getting prescriptions is a small price to pay...
Is super handsome
Cracks me up
Hardworking
Always hardworking
Every girls dream
Loves to be awesome
These are just some things you might not know about Mike (but I seriously doubt it)
Thursday, October 2, 2008
one of the best parts of my week
Today is Thursday. J-dawg Thursday to be exact. Today would be the third regular occurence (minus last week, because Haylie and I spotted free food on the way to J-dawgs, so we were responsible.) So I guess this is actually only the second. Whatever. Today Uncle Tracy joined us and we (meaning I listened intently) talked about the upset of a game last night's CUBS VS. dodgers was. Uncle Tracy was on his way back from an exciting business trip in Richfield, so he met us at this classy stand.
I highly recommend it if you're ever in Provo. And heck, I'd love to take you there next time you come down. I also recommend the polish dawg, with special sauce (sweet and spicy!), onions, and a pickle (and dijon mustard if you're feeling saucy-- no pun intended)
because you only live once... plus it's mostly healthy!
I highly recommend it if you're ever in Provo. And heck, I'd love to take you there next time you come down. I also recommend the polish dawg, with special sauce (sweet and spicy!), onions, and a pickle (and dijon mustard if you're feeling saucy-- no pun intended)
because you only live once... plus it's mostly healthy!
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