Zapatos

To begin with, I should pick up where my last blog post left off.  Our flight DID end up being delayed and we spent the night in an airport hotel and left the next morning.  There were no flash mobs or other types of musical numbers, but I had some really great bonding time with my sibs and cousin.  More on that later, probably.

Thanksgiving was THE BOMB.  But that is not what I want to talk about today.  Today I want to talk about Black Friday.  I think that Black Friday is a terrible social convention and I never want to participate in it again.  I don't even care how much money I could potentially save.  I would prefer not to be trampled by Wal-Mart employees.  

On this last Black Friday, all of the ladies in my family, and I mean ALL, went to H&M and terrorized everyone in the store.  The fitting room attendants, random indie girls, the check-out girl.  They all hated us and our loud deliberating and the fact that there were twenty of us.  At one point the girls behind us in line said, "They seriously invited everyone in their family."  Aww, yeah.  We're that family.  Anyways, one of the things we deliberated about was whether or not I was allowed to buy these shoes:

Everyone thought that were ugly except for me and my grandma.  This is probably due to the fact that they are velvet, kelly green, have a large bow, and are tacky.  However, I still love them and I fought for my right to wear them.  In the end my awesome grandmother purchased them for me.  It was so nice.

I don't think anybody in my life knew how much these shoes would end up meaning to me.  They have brought Christmas spirit into my apartment.  Every night when I get home, I put on these shoes and put on a show for my roommates as we listen to Christmas music.  Some of the things I like to do in these shoes are:

1.  pageant walk 

2.  catwalk walk (same thing as pageant walk, except for no voice-overs by Haleigh talking about what I am modeling and how I like to give service)

3.  perform tap routines 

4.  shuffle down the hallway creepily approaching my roommate Alissa, who is just trying to brush her teeth, bless her heart

5.  step in time to Christmas songs by Celine Dion and/or Hilary Duff

6.  wear them with red socks
7.  spread Christmas cheer by singing loud for all to hear.

The point of all of this is that I am grateful for my roommates, for the Christmas season, for green velvet, and for photo booth.  Oh, and I'm thankful that we have the best Christmas tree the world has ever seen.

 Peace and blessings!

Give me the beat, boys.

I have always loved airports.  I think it started when I was fourteen and about to embark on my first solo plane ride on the way to see my best friend Haleigh and go to EFY with her.  It was such an exciting day.  I had all of my luggage neatly packed into my little suitcase and I was reading some silly book and drinking a Starbuck's strawberry frappucino because that's what you do at the airport.  For some reason the flight was delayed but I didn't really care or pay attention to what was going on... until this flight attendant came and pulled out a ukulele and started singing.  This song.  And then...THE ENTIRE TERMINAL STARTED SINGING ALONG.  Everyone was clapping and singing and getting lost in the rock and roll and drifting away.  It was one of the best experiences of my life.

And it's why I love airports.  Airports are one of the few places where everyone in the general public is just nice to each other.  You know?  It just makes me happy to be part of humanity.

However, this might all change today.  At 8 pm I'm supposed to get on a flight that will take me home to Arizona for Thanksgiving.  At 3 pm, a blizzard warning starts for Utah County that apparently "far surpasses anything that we've seen, probably for the past several years."  It looks like my sister, brother-in-law, cousin, and I are going to be spending a significant amount of time in the Salt Lake City airport waiting the storm out... if we make it there at all.  Eek.

Just kidding.  I'm feeling pretty confident about our chances of survival.  But I guess all I'm trying to say is that if I have to be stuck somewhere for an extended period of time, I'm glad that it's an airport.

Maybe there will be a flash mob.  Or something like this:



Wish me luck!

Mad-Eye Moody

One of my resolutions for this school year was to take more pictures.  So recently, I've been taking lots of pictures and subsequently uploading lots of pictures to my iPhoto.  Things were going great until I discovered the REDUCE RED EYE button.  You just click on people's pupils and their red eye magically goes away.  It's awesome.  I loved it until I realized that I was making my friends look like martians.  For example:

Me and all of my best friends from high school on a group date at the fair.  And our jet-black pupils.  You know, this was one of the funnest nights of my life.  There are so many things I want to remember forever about this date, but I unfortunately kind of can't handle looking at this picture so I just have to use my imagination.  All because I got a little too clicker-happy.  Sorry for destroying memories, friends.

The other thing this iPhoto feature has made me realize is that my pupils are two different sizes.  I got sick two summers ago and this thing happened to me...

(I have one massive pupil and one miniature pupil in this picture, in case you can't tell)

 ...but I thought I was better now.  I'm not.  Every time I use the reduce red eye feature on myself, I realize that my pupils are still definitely two different sizes.  So basically....I am the bomb.

In summary, take pictures.  Don't over-edit them.  Embrace your mutant characteristics.  Have a good Sunday!