Now here is an explaination for my previous blog posting and an explaination as to why I'm smiling in my pictures. It turned out that I got my cake and got to eat it too.
Right when I was going to make a protest sign that was going to say, "Down With Party Poopers." I got a text from my friend Mike who reminded me that there was a dance tonight at our Single's Ward. Going to this didn't exactly strike my fancy but it provided the excuse that I needed in order to pay tribute to the "good 'ole days." Therefore at a moments notice I was ratting my hair as fast as possible. Actually, the ratting credit needs to be given to my sister Chelsea who has been hiding her ratting talent her entire life (Thanks Chels, even as I write this my hair is still holding it's perfect shape). If I had known this sooner I probably could of been more popular in High School, but I guess I can only relive the past once a year on Halloween. So after all of my huffing and puffing I still got to dress up. However that is not the end of my story. Another highlight of the night was when I got pulled over. Yep, I was a renegade on Halloween night causing a bunch of havoc. Actually don't think too much into it, this is how the whole thing went down...After being at the dance for a little bit Mike and I decided to go back to the party and I had recruited a friend to come as well. She had her own car and we decided to meet at an intersection. Since it was dark I wasn't quite sure what car she was in so I decided to flash my lights at her. Once we made contact we pressed forward. Later I was driving on Main and then all of a sudden I see flashes of lights. I thought for certain the cop couldn't be pulling me over but sure enough he was. Apparently once I was finished flashing my lights at my friend Jacki I hadn't turned them back on. This was the cause for me getting pulled over. The cop was pretty gruff and made a bigger deal about it then he should of, but hey, someone has got to protect the streets from hollagens like myself. I got away with just a warning and advice that I need to clean out my glove box. When looking for my proof of insurance we were consistently pulling out old expired ones. The real one didn't pop up until the very last second to save the day (thank you Mom and Dad for taking such good care of me).
So that is basically the story of my Halloween night. Nothing too crazy or wild, but a little excitement nevertheless. I think I had enough excitement that I could be done with Halloween for the next five years and join the Party Poopers Club. I think I'm ready to officially retire from the Halloween scene...Speaking of retirering I'm ready to go flatten my hair, put my face back to normal, and then head to bed. It's a good thing Halloween only comes around once a year.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
My Halloween Tragedy!
So I'm sure glad that I have a thing like a Blog that allows me to vent. Venting is definitely not my thing but now blogging will be my outlet, and my excuse.
So here is why I have need to vent...I recently just found out that the Halloween party that I got invited to is not a costume party...Who in the world throws a Halloween party and doesn't allow people to dress up!?...I'll answer that for ya...Party Poopers! I do have to admit however that I was once a party pooper and can be accused of being one more often than not, but that is besides the point. The point is that I was way excited to get dressed up in my 80's fabulous dress (recently found at the DI), rat my hair and pollute the ozone, and carry around an empty frame and claim to be a yearbook picture. I do however believe that my wish all comes down to vanity and blogging. I was looking forward to taking fun pictures, creating another fun slideshow, and supporting my new blogging addiction...Sure pictures still might be posted, fun times will still be had, but my hopes and vision have been shattered. Now, just for the sake of protesting I will not smile in a single picture that I will take tonight-Not a one! So that I might protray my disgust to those that killed my dream.
Signed;
The Yearbook Picture That Never Was Given The Chance To Exist.
So here is why I have need to vent...I recently just found out that the Halloween party that I got invited to is not a costume party...Who in the world throws a Halloween party and doesn't allow people to dress up!?...I'll answer that for ya...Party Poopers! I do have to admit however that I was once a party pooper and can be accused of being one more often than not, but that is besides the point. The point is that I was way excited to get dressed up in my 80's fabulous dress (recently found at the DI), rat my hair and pollute the ozone, and carry around an empty frame and claim to be a yearbook picture. I do however believe that my wish all comes down to vanity and blogging. I was looking forward to taking fun pictures, creating another fun slideshow, and supporting my new blogging addiction...Sure pictures still might be posted, fun times will still be had, but my hopes and vision have been shattered. Now, just for the sake of protesting I will not smile in a single picture that I will take tonight-Not a one! So that I might protray my disgust to those that killed my dream.
Signed;
The Yearbook Picture That Never Was Given The Chance To Exist.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
My Crazy Roommate
So I find this story really funny and I want to share it...
The other day I came home to eat some dinner and my roommate came into the kitchen with this shocked look on her face. She started laughing and I had no idea what was going on. Apparently she had been wanting to talk to me all day about what had happened last night...Huh?...I didn't know where she was going with this until she started to explain...
She proceeded by telling me that she had had a scary dream about her friend named Kandis. Kandis and her are tight like unto a dish and she would give Kandis her kidney if she could. This is actually true. Kandis hasn't been feeling good and she has had problems with her kidneys. Lindsay (my roommate) being the kind person that she is was willing to be on the surgeons table in a moments notice. Luckily, however, no surgery is needed. It turns out that Kandis has kidney stones and that Lindsay can keep her kidney. I write lightly about it but my roomie has been very concerned about her friend. Anyway, that was all background knowledge to get you to this point. The other night, because of this scary dream, Lindsay had come over to my bed and had started to rub my face and arm and she kept telling me that, "that it will be okay." Lindsay had thought that I was Kandis and she was not quite herself to say the least. Apparently though her massaging just lulled me to sleep even more. I did however have an impression of this experience, but in my memory it felt like a dream. I'm glad however that I didn't wake up to someone attacking my face; I might of been dramatized. The moral of this story however is that if you're ever distraught or in need Lindsay Neidrich will be there for you to caress your face. Aren't I lucky to have such a kind, considerate roommate.
Upon hearing this story I was brought to tears. It might not have the same affect on those who read it, but it was the best laugh that I have had in a while.
The other day I came home to eat some dinner and my roommate came into the kitchen with this shocked look on her face. She started laughing and I had no idea what was going on. Apparently she had been wanting to talk to me all day about what had happened last night...Huh?...I didn't know where she was going with this until she started to explain...
She proceeded by telling me that she had had a scary dream about her friend named Kandis. Kandis and her are tight like unto a dish and she would give Kandis her kidney if she could. This is actually true. Kandis hasn't been feeling good and she has had problems with her kidneys. Lindsay (my roommate) being the kind person that she is was willing to be on the surgeons table in a moments notice. Luckily, however, no surgery is needed. It turns out that Kandis has kidney stones and that Lindsay can keep her kidney. I write lightly about it but my roomie has been very concerned about her friend. Anyway, that was all background knowledge to get you to this point. The other night, because of this scary dream, Lindsay had come over to my bed and had started to rub my face and arm and she kept telling me that, "that it will be okay." Lindsay had thought that I was Kandis and she was not quite herself to say the least. Apparently though her massaging just lulled me to sleep even more. I did however have an impression of this experience, but in my memory it felt like a dream. I'm glad however that I didn't wake up to someone attacking my face; I might of been dramatized. The moral of this story however is that if you're ever distraught or in need Lindsay Neidrich will be there for you to caress your face. Aren't I lucky to have such a kind, considerate roommate.
Upon hearing this story I was brought to tears. It might not have the same affect on those who read it, but it was the best laugh that I have had in a while.
Me Going Digital
So I decided that I couldn't fight the digital world anymore. I'm completely and totally against Facebook for reasons I don't even know. However, I really like blogs and blogstalking. Therefore I think that it's only fair since I've been stalking others that I should allow them to stalk me. This is not to say that I'm stalk-worthy, because I am not.
Another thing that I need to disclaim is my title. By putting "I want Kandie" I'm not saying that I'm desireable. What I'm really saying is that, I want Candy, because I always do. My sister was very inspired when she accidently gave me a nickname. However, I have had this nickname since I was a baby, and when I was a baby I didn't like candy. So maybe I like candy so much because of my name; maybe instead of being inspired she cursed me with a sweettooth...I don't know. I guess I will always wonder.
Anyway, I'm excited to become a blogger and I hope that by having my own blog that maybe I can make my life appear more exciting than it is. That way, I can be disillusioned and whenever I'm feeling blue my digital life can always give me a pick me up.
Another thing that I need to disclaim is my title. By putting "I want Kandie" I'm not saying that I'm desireable. What I'm really saying is that, I want Candy, because I always do. My sister was very inspired when she accidently gave me a nickname. However, I have had this nickname since I was a baby, and when I was a baby I didn't like candy. So maybe I like candy so much because of my name; maybe instead of being inspired she cursed me with a sweettooth...I don't know. I guess I will always wonder.
Anyway, I'm excited to become a blogger and I hope that by having my own blog that maybe I can make my life appear more exciting than it is. That way, I can be disillusioned and whenever I'm feeling blue my digital life can always give me a pick me up.
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