Sunday, May 30, 2010


I was going to write a post about an incident I had today, but then I got the distinct impression that I should not. So I did not.

Mr. Hill is home. Or Elder Hill? I don't know what to call him these days. Maybe just Paul for now.

He was so jet lagged that he fell asleep while talking to me on the phone. It didn't help that he was still under the influence of his sleeping pill, which he took to help him on the long flight home. But from what I could gather from his slurred speech-- he had a great time in Israel. Next he has his mission... 23 days left. Okay, I just got a little nauseated when I thought of that.

Paul is my best friend. I can't believe that he's actually growing up and moving on.

I really don't want to be one of those girls who whines and moans as she counts down the seconds until her missionary comes home. But now that I'm almost-kinda-but not really- in that position, I almost understand why. Do not worry, I won't turn this blog until a bawl fest. Some times I just need to get it out there! I am going to miss him!

Anyway, I'm tired. I'm excited for Memorial Day! Mmmm BBQ with the family down the street!

Good night.

-just little old Me(g)

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Little Bird

Where is your nest?

When the sky becomes the colors of your wings

Where do you rest?

Do you know where you're perched?

A concrete platform is no place for a bird

The trains are so loud, you'll never be heard.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Cyrano de Bergerac (01/19/09--05/28/10)

Cyrano de Bergerac

passed away this morning of natural causes. He was buried in a proper fish grave; a toilet flush. He is survived by Megan. He will be joined in the aquatic afterlife by his former tank-mate Christian the Frog along with several other of Megan's late pets such as Spankys 1, 2, and 3; Jean Bob the Frog; Zig and Zag; and the Bottom Feeder.

Cyrano was a beta, also known as a fighting fish. He was a good fish; true to his heroic name sake (although much handsomer). He survived many involuntary fasts and was subjected to extreme conditions throughout his life. He was strong and hardy through it all. He swam by Megan as she went through her first year of college.

He was approximately a year and a half old.


Sunday, May 23, 2010


Is disillusionment

A requirement?

Is there some gate

Through which everyone must pass

Where some guard stands to regulate

Assuring that each maturing child wears spectacles of glass?

Does he say:

“See the world without the lies!

To be a grown-up person,

You must have grown-up eyes.”

“I’m sorry sir,” I will reply

“But I will see beauty my own way until I’m blind.

For I know the best beauty is the sort you have to find.

If disillusionment means

I must surrender

Then I cannot have it.

I will not ignore life’s splendor

I will be called ignorant.

But I do not care

It takes no courage to be disillusioned.

Believing is far the greater dare.”

Friday, May 21, 2010

New Look, Old Story

Holy Whoa has a new look!

I am not completely satisfied with it yet. I don't know if I just have to get used to it, or what. I always feel bad about changing it, as if my readers will show up and not recognize it and leave or something... but that's not really true.

Why is the blog called Holy Whoa? You might wonder. Wondering is good. But I'll tell you.

One day it just fell out of my mouth! And the phrase of excitement and wonder stuck! I have not been saying it recently, but I need to get back into the habit, because I love that phrase.


p.s. Today was a good day, even though it had no right to be. I believe in these kinds of days.

Monday, May 17, 2010

First day of school! First day of school! First day of school!

Why is my phone going off? Who is calling me? What? Grandma? But she's just upstairs... $%@*( ! It's 8:24!

My first class started at nine. Gone are the days when I would plan out my first day of school outfit a week in advance, go to bed insanely early the night before, wake up two hours early, eat a full hearty breakfast prepared by my mom and arrive at school right on time. The first day of school was always a sacred ritual. It was our time to at least start out right. True, by June my sister and I would be screaming at each other because we were going to be late, but for the first few weeks, we were prepared and prompt.

Starting summer semester just isn't the same as traditional school I guess. I sure don't feel like I'm in whack. My body and mind is ready to relax, and I'm trying to focus and become semi-studious. I keep reminding myself that I love school ten times more than working, and that being in school is a blessing, and that I'll get done early.

But I just need to be on a beach somewhere. I need to see Mickey Mouse. I need to sleep in until noon at least one day!

Summer is not for school. I am not doing this again. My classes seem interesting, and I know it won't be TOO bad, I just wish I had the mental capacity to absorb the intelectualocity.* I wish I could be like Nemo and be excited to learn, because that's usually how I am!

I did make it to my first class on time, thanks to grandma who called my phone so I'd wake up. She also made me a sandwich. That was nice. I love grandmas. I love living with my grandparents.

Anyway, good night.


p.s. Shoutout: Thank you for reading my blog! Lately I've had a few people tell me they read it... and like it! That means so much to me!

*interesting trivia and knowledge that Megan loves to absorb.

I Might be a Murderer

I might be a murderer.

Cyrano, please hang on.

I love you, and I'm sorry I can't find your food and that I haven't cleaned your bowl.

Please hang on. Please be strong. I hope the cracker crumbs I fed you won't kill you. Please don't die. I need you alive.

When you kinda float on your side, I get way nervous. I shake the bowl and you swim around, but I'm still worried.

Don't die. Stay alive for me.

-Meg, the owner of Cyrano

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Easy Cheese

"Where you the one eating Easy Cheese at break?"

"Um, ya, why?"

"Wow, that is really interesting. I didn't know people actually ate that stuff, because the only person I've ever seen eat that is my dog."


Sunday, May 9, 2010

Mom's Day

Today was Mother's Day!

I love my mom and my grandmas.

This is my dad's mom-- Grandma Carol. She is so nice and so funny. She would always get my cousins and me matching outfits. She takes care of her mother, grandma Beth, pretty much full time!

This is Grandma B (grandma Beth). She is my paternal great grandma, and I'm pretty sure I'm her second oldest great-grandchild. My dad is her old grandchild anyway. She always has encouraged me to keep writing and acting. She is a very educated woman; she was a school teacher who was very well read. I look up to her a lot!

This is my maternal great grandma Dalebout. She is 100 years old! She is still very smart and remembers everything. She is an amazing cook, and she loves the gospel so much. She lives with my grandparents. I love her so much!

Grandma Karen is my maternal grandmother. She lives down the street from me and takes care of her mother in law tirelessly. She served a mission with my grandpa in South Africa.

This is my mommy dear! I love her so! She is organized, loving, empathetic, thoughtful, crafty, smart, inquisitive, trustworthy, and supportive. I would be nowhere at all with out her kind guidance and support. She is a big planner and always makes certain we can do all the great things we kids do. She really is one of my best friends ever. We can always talk about anything.

These are some of the women in my life! I love them all and I hope I can be like them one day when I have my own kiddies! That will be a while, but I look forward to it all the same.


Thursday, May 6, 2010

12:25 a.m.

I am done! But I don't feel like it. I don't even have time to adjust to any changes. I don't like change. I started a new job, and I am taking summer classes. I'm not having a summer; that's alright though, at least I'll graduate sooner.

What's in store for the summer?

Nutrition (this will probably make me go crazy about my eating habits), Cross-culture communication (this should be thrilling, especially since the Tim James affair), English 2600 online (this will be interesting... I just want to get it out of the way though) and International Children's literature.

I can't wait for the fall, though.

Syntax, phonology, creative writing, Spanish and probably choir! I think I need to take a math class or something... so much language! (I never thought I'd say that).

I would usually write a post about how I've learned so much this year, and all that jazz, but I don't feel like it. Now I'm just rambling on about life instead of going to bed. My schedule is getting way out of whack... I am no longer a freshman, which is nice, but I never really was one to begin with.

Mr. Hill turned 19. Whooo hoo! He can go on his mission to Fiji now. 48 days. Not like I'm counting. He has to go to Israel first though. He is singing there with the University of Utah singers.

Alright, enough rambling. Good night folks.


P.S. my buddy missi started a blog. If you feel like laughing, click here. If you want to remain in a somber mood, then don't bother. :D

Sunday, May 2, 2010

The Passive Voice (My final research paper)

This is my new approach to revising my essay. As you can see, I had a lot of reorganizing to do.


Linguists have very bad handwriting, leaving me no choice but to decipher my professor's comments, which were all in Chickenscratchese. All 3 of my linguistic professors so far have had atrocious handwriting. Let it be known that I have excellent hand writing.