My Diane Swayer Interview

I was having an unusually pensive moment. Starting with my life now I went back in time with important moments as the stepping stones. As I was reviewing what I've done to be who I am today, the monologue in my head transformed into a dialogue between Diane Swayer and myself. Her questions were penetrating leaving me, at times, to have to take a personal moment and stop the tears. Diane asked about all of the hard stuff that make you stronger, like she had lived each step with me.

This is what I came up with. Life. It is a funny thing. The moments that make you cry are the ones you remember most. Be they tears of joy or tears of sadness, you learn. You grow. You become. I want to become love. I want to laugh so hard I cry. I want to welcome everyone with open arms and make them feel what I am so lucky to feel.

Life should be an improvised comedy, not a scripted drama.

Do To Say You Did

A little over a year ago it was one of those nights where my mind was traveling faster then the rest of me could keep up. I could not sleep. At about two in the morning, in the dark of my parent's kitchen (it was dark because I didn't want to wake up anyone) I pulled out a blank sheet of paper. With a marker I wrote Life Goals with my own person flair.

Then I started to write. Some goals are typical, like go to the Louvre. Some goals are practical like never grow up. Some are fanciful like to stomp in a wine press. But so it has been for the past year as the thoughts come I write them down. Writing is the first step to action.
As time has gone by, my known world has expanded and sadly my little sheet of paper has not. So I started another one.









As I've looked over these sheets and added to them, I can't help but notice that this is a reflection of who I am. It shows what I have done and all that I hope to do.
I do things to say that I have done them.
For example, I wanted to camp out for concert tickets. David Archuleta is coming to BYU-I so I figured that this would be a great chance. At the 3:30 clang of my alarm i was up and trekking across campus with my friend Jessica. Shortly after four we were in line for tickets that wouldn't even start to sell until 8:15.









Living a life of doing things for the sake of doing them has it's price. Like losing sleep which I payed for the next day. But they have their rewards. Like the friendship with the mom and grandma from Shelly, Idaho that was with my in line. Or fourth row tickets.









I wonder. What do you do just to say that you did?

Meeting New People

Being at a University where people come from all over the world, introductions are secret nature. Every single one is the same so that by the end of your first week you know the drill. Yes, even Freshmen get it.

Cyndi: Hi, my name is Cyndi
Person: Hi I'm Esperanza.
Cyndi: Where are you from?
Person: Cleveland, Ohio. You?
Cyndi: Narnia. What's your major?
Person: I'm a math education major. What about you?
Cyndi: I'm Broadcasting Communications.

(The conversation was a imaginative one, I don't know any math education majors.)

It is pretty simple stuff but every so often you slip up, with a slip of the tongue or an unexpected answer. Esperanza handled me being from Narnia quite well. For example, I met a girl form Montana. Meaning to ask, "where in Montana are you from?" I said, "Where is Montana?"
She kindly drew me a map.

Procrastination

You know, it isn't that I don't want to get it done. It really isn't. I just have so much to do that isn't that. I can't wait for that feeling when it is done, there are few things that are more rewarding then that . . .

I would really love to recopy my notes for that math class and study for my test but. .
I still have to
- print off my Book of Mormon class assignment
- Read the Odyssey
- my laundry is looking kind of lonely
- I need to know who will make it to the finals for American Idol next week
- My shows need watching
- There are a few songs on my iTunes that I have only listened to once or twice
- I need to blog about anything
- my backpack needs to be cleaned out, there are highlighters in there that despite their name haven't seen light
- I'm feeling a new color on my toe-nails
- I should make some freezer dinners for the rest of my semester

See what I mean, I am super busy. That isn't even including all of the people I need to look up on Facebook or even the videos that need my views on youtube.

Life is too short not to procrastinate

The Moon and Me

This weekend I was able to go and chill with my peeps at home. With my arrival Friday night and hoping straight into driving around town, eating chocolate, and home by 10:30 curfew the weekend was off to a great start.
Saturday was a day of organized insanity as time kept reminding us of the schedule (pronounced - shed-u-ooll) we needed to keep, things rocked. From Chrissie's shower in the beautiful sunshine to spending the night with my next generation peeps Bobby and Sharon, things rocked. The Blind Side is such a great show. Just ask Bobby and Sharon, we watched, we laughed, we cried, we ate our weight in popcorn and oreos, and we paused for multiple bathroom breaks.
As everything comes and goes, time had its way and I was to set back on my journey to my home away from home - Rexburg.
The miles quickly occupied the space between me and home sliced peeps. With each turn of the tires, I still had the dark scenery to keep me company. Outside my window rested the moon, shining bright and playful. Not far from this celestial smile was a star. To be specific it is probably a planet because it was bright for all intents and purposes, it was a star. As the moon followed me, the star followed the moon.
That's me and my peeps. I'm that little star and the moon is my home-base. It is where I borrow some light, and where I keep returning. But people grow up, get their own light but I won't ever forget the moon. After all, the moon is awesome.

Girls So Sexy Justin Brought Them Back 3 Times

I wrote this about a year ago to Justin Timberlake's Sexy Back.
No girls were harmed in the writing of this song.
This is just intended to be fun and a little bit ridiculous.

I'm bringing Reegan back YA!
She's just a section to my white girl rap
And that Alisa girl she's got our back
We are the girls who so know where it's at

Dani babe -
She gets the fellas with her sick french braid
And with out dance moves we'll go on parade.
We'll give you tan lines that will never fade.

*Chorus*
Come here boy
Come meet my mom
Come here boy
It won't take long
Come here boy
When nothings wrong
We have the charm
This is our song
You know what your working with
Give my cheek a kiss
You make me smile
Come stay awhile
Get your white girl on!

On no we're not done yet YA!
To all the big boys you should never fret
We've still got Aubrey and ya you can bet
She'll beat you in a race without a sweat

Some may claim -
Being a white girl it is such a shame
And to that poor fool it is all the same
It just takes one white girl to spark that flame

*chorus*

What's Worse part 2

Found my phone.

No messages.

Feel free to call me now.

Or now.

Just whenever.

...

What's Worse

What's worse then hearing your phone vibrate and not know where it is?

Finding it to see that no one called or texted you.

Happy Tuesday.

If you are trying to reach me, sorry I really can't find my phone.

Today

I looked out the window and what did I see, not global warming I declare a fallacy.
Sorry Al, but on the sixth of May, 2010, I opened my blinds and saw snow. Yes, snow.
Therefore, I do proclaim, by the power vested in my through the state of mind of Rexburg Residents do declare fallacy. But Al, remember that I still think you invented the internet, for what it is worth.
In other news, I have decided that Thursdays should be viewed as weekend days. Everyone would love Fridays a whole lot more than they already do. Think it over, get back to me.