Sunday, October 31, 2010

50,000 words... now that's scary

Well, my halloween was rather uneventful.

I was dismayed at the fact that I was unable to dress up as Amelia Earhart because I was preoccupied doing something else.

So instead, I'm dressed as a Monk. I have 1 performance left of Carmina. Heaven save me.

And as if I weren't crazy enough, I'm doing NaNoWriMo. What is that? National Novel Writing Month. Yes, I'm am going to attempt to write 50,000 words in 1 month.

Dear readers, I will not abandon you, I will give you updates on my insanity. I love you all.

Wish me luck. Here we go.

Even now, it's 20 minutes until I can begin. I can hardly wait.


Friday, October 29, 2010

Why yes, I do sleep with a sleep mask

Meet Nellie.
She's my sleep mask.
Her buddy Reginald is at my home in Syracuse, so I don't have a picture of him. But he's dark blue. I have 2 because if I forget my sleep mask, I have such a hard time sleeping.

This is lame. I know.

It all started last year when I was a wee freshman, and my dorm window was right smack in front of a street light that had the brilliance of a thousand search lights. Super annoying.

I tried pulling the covers over my head. But then I felt like I was suffocating.

So I gave in and bought my really nerdy sleep mask.

At first it felt really awkward, and I felt vulnerable, like someone was going to attack me because I was blindfolded. And if my roommate wanted to talk to me, it was just weird. I mean, it's easy enough to lift it up, but then you just look like a dweeb.

Soon enough, the calm darkness that the mask brought was so inciting it was dangerous. I overslept for many a day! And instant nap, any time of day.

And even when I went home, or when I moved to my current residence, I still needed it. It relaxes me; if I don't wear it I have a hard time relaxing my brow muscles. So much tenseness and stress!

Now I sleep in basement, which is practically a cave because there is no way to tell the time of day down here. It is so dark and cool. All the time. But it doesn't eliminate my need for Nellie.

My mom thinks I need to abandon it, because it's pointless and dirty (sometimes my makeup gets on it, gross, I know). She said that about blankie and binkie and silkie* too. Just sayin'.

Nellie gets to stay. I need her.


*Silkie: n. A small square of silk cloth that I carried around with me for comfort when I was a young child.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Oh Snow...

Why hello there.
You didn't even knock. You just barged right in now, didn't you?
No manners. Excuse me. I was having a love-affair with autumn and you just burst in on our intimate exchange.
Give me a warning or a warming next time.

Just because I wrote a post about Hoth does not mean that you can act like it. Just cut it out, or I'll cut into the nearest TaunTaun.

(The girl who writes blog posts when she should be snuggled deep in her bed.)

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Welcome to Hoth, sports fans!

The Chronicle is a lively place to work, to say the least.
Thursdays are especially chipper because we put out the Ute Report Friday.
The Ute report is a weekend sports guide, but the arts are trying to weasel their way in there. They have good intentions, but you know how it goes. Football always wins. Always.
Anyway, the Sports Desk (we call them sports fans), usually creates the idea for the creative artsy cover. They try their best, bless their hearts, but sometimes they just ... well... you'll see. Their explanation sounded something like this:

Sarah, our most heroic Editor in Chief: "So do you guys have a idea for the Ute Report cover?"
Sport fan leader: "Ya we do!" (This is actually amazing because usually they don't.) "So remember the Star Wars themed one? We want to stick with it. So remember in Star Wars where Luke is on that really cold planet, and he gets stuck out in the snow, and he has to kill that animal he rides and get inside it to stay warm? Well that animal kind of looks like a ram, and since we're playing Colorado State on Saturday, we were thinking that we could photoshop a picture of one of the players crawling inside a ram-like creature."
Sarah: "You can't be serious."

I don't think they actually were serious, but I sincerely hope not.

This sleeping back only slightly disturbs me. Found it while looking for Star Wars pictures.


Sunday, October 17, 2010

The Way I Think of Words

I also adore autumn time.
I like saying "autumn" more than saying "fall." Autumn has a warm sound--the m and n are cosey snuggled up together, so happy. They love cuddling.

Now "fall" is more stiff, rigid and uptight. The two l's look like the naked trees, when all the leaves have fallen off. Not so warm and pleasant.

The ironic thing is that the two vowels are similar. [a] in IPA. Since autumn has a nice neutral schwa [ə], it gets that extra umpf of coolness.

Sunday, October 10, 2010


My cousin McKay and me. We make funny faces.

Happy Sunday, all!

Every time I visit the home ward, I just fall in love with kids all over again. I love kids! I'm only 19 1/2 but I do look forward to the time when I can be a mommy.

I made a promise to myself. That when I get to be a mom, I won't complain. Ever.

I know it's got to be so tough sometimes. I bet you get worn down and discouraged often. But you know what? It's still a blessing to allow a child of God to come down to earth, get a body, and grow up in a loving family.

So while I wait for Mr. Prince Charming Right, I'm going to just love and cherish all the kiddies around me. Even when they poop and drool.


Saturday, October 2, 2010


Before cell phones and texting, we wrote notes.
I found a landslide of old notes from junior high and yes, even high school. Written in class and passed in between them, these handwritten messages were nothing short of epic. They are recapitulations of my crushes, my best friends' crushes, and the intricacies of young teenage life.

These not only contain the long obsolete gossip of our young love lives, but our masterpieces, pencil drawings instead of picture mail.

Text messages are automatically deleted to make room for more in coming 160-character stories, but these notes never die.

Good thing we used clever aliases and wrote in intricate codes.

But not always. Sometimes they were simple.
Ah, the back of my drawers is walking through memory lane.