Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Thank you, Jesus

Merry Christmas!

This Christmas was amazing, to say the least.

I got to spend time with my lovely family (and time with them is far from over).
I had our bi-annual reunion with my elementary school buddies!

I went out and met Brian's parents, and got to spend a lot of wonderful time with him.
I gave lots of presents and got a lot more than I deserve.

I'm going on a cruise in April! To Mexico. That's pretty cool.

But this Christmas was also a bit different because my great grandma has been not doing well... and it was the first Christmas Eve in a long time when she wasn't able to come to her own Christmas Eve Party. That party is famous and such a big tradition... and she started it.

And this morning she died.
But grandma lived a long, fruitful life. She was a mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. She was a teacher and she loved to read. I will miss her, but it's all reminded me about the true meaning of Christmas anyway.

Thank you, Jesus.


Thursday, December 23, 2010

A Few of My Favorite Things!

Happy Birthday Joseph Smith!

Happy 6-month Mark Elder Hill!

Happy Christmas Adam Everyone!

Above is a Christmas miracle. You probably can't tell that that is the back of a present now, can you? You probably thought it was the front side of the wrapping paper... smooth and continuous pattern.


That--dear readers--is the seam. It lines up perfectly with the other edge. I freakin' love wrapping presents.



Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Roller Coaster of Christmas Cheer!

I've been trying to be a glass-half full kind of person lately... but I honestly have no way to categorize this day. Brian just asked me if it was good or bad, and I was torn about how to respond.

For starters, I woke up at 10:30 a.m. to a phone call from my mom and sister telling me not to eat lunch. Well, considering I hadn't left my bedroom yet, the chances of me fixing something for lunch were pretty slim. Turns out they brought home this:


Oh my heavens, yummy. Like seriously. I just needed that goodness so much!

Considering I had just endured about an hour's worth of torment from littlest sister. She was trying to get me up by flashing my lights and playing loud, upbeat music like Owl City. Does she not realize I have a sleep mask and that I'm one of the heaviest sleepers on the planet?

Anyway, after mulling around a bit, we went horseback riding, which was pleasant because we were inside the arena, not out in the muck and mud. It's raining and it's almost Christmas. I'm a bit panicked. I really rely on snow to bring Christmas cheer.



Because let me tell you--there are a few things that do not bring Christmas cheer. I realized about half-way through my day that I was wearing my shirt backwards. At first I took it as a good omen. DUH! I need to be wearing my Utah shirt! Today was game day!




The right way.

After tearing apart my suitcase, I realized that I forgot to bring any sort of Ute apparel! Dismay began filling my soul. That dismay turned from a trickle to a flood of sorrow as my dear Utes took (several) blows from Boise and lost... the... game... and ended ... the bowl... streak...


But the Jazz won! (As they should have).


p.s. I think that the real reason the Utes lost is because I accidently wore blue underwear. No. I'm not posting a picture of that. Sorry.

Oh, and another thing to add to the naughty list? My computer crashed and I lost half a poem + other projects in unsaved documents in word.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010


The last one.


Sunday, December 19, 2010

Christmas Time is Here!

Christmas Break has begun!
This morning, my father took my sisters and me to Salt Lake and we saw Mr. David Archuleta and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir... and Orchestra, and bells, and dancers...

Ya. A whole lot of people. But mostly David.

It was really rainy, but hey... we had tights and cute shoes, and hoods. Guess whose feet are whose:


We all wear the same shoe size.

But I feel like I had to come a long way to get to this break. A long way. And that included FINALS!

This is a cryptic thing for phonetics. It made sense last Tuesday, but now the test is over, and it was epic. And 2 tests later, I am finished! Semester 4 of college is complete!

Now 'tis the season stuff yourself with tons of goodies and play Wii and sing carols and hang out with the ones you love.


Wednesday, December 15, 2010

The Penultimate Final

It is 1 p.m.

I am starting to study.

I mean I am starting to study for today.

I have studied before this point. I did not procrastinate until the last day. I'm not being sarcastic, I really, really did.

Just ask Brian.

I have chosen my cell. I am confining myself here until all is accomplished. Syntax-wise anyway.

I believe in miracles + the power of studying + words with Jesus = passing grade.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Phonology Phinal!

Guess who's on a linguistic high right now!


I just took my phonology final. Am I excited? Yes! Because the midterm in the class was on the sour side of stellar and it has haunted me for many weeks.

The funny thing is, I really didn't study as much for this final. But I did pay a lot better attention in class ever since that. (An experience such as that leaves you somewhat scarred.)

I was woke up at a wonderfully awful time- 6:30 a.m. My mommy was so kind and called me to make sure I was conscious. I'm not a morning person... and a phonology test at 8 a.m. just seemed like a really bad combo.

The morning was happy--I ate and read the paper and studied a bit--but somehow I missed the shuttle, despite being so on time. I ran back to the house, and no one was in a position to take me. So I just drove myself.

I figured the safest place for a non-parking pass holder like myself would be the LDS institute. I parked far away and in a non-conspicuous space. I said a few words to Jesus about that risk and started running down to the social work building (why is a linguistic class in the social work building?)

I look so dumb when I run with a back pack.

I got there and people were already working on the test! It was barely 8 a.m.! But I calmed myself down and started knocking out that test and figuring out those problems.

Oh my goodness how I wrestled with that problem. There were others who were further along in the test than I was... I could tell because it seemed like when everyone got to a certain point, they started erasing.

I totally had to erase too, but like 8 times. BUT when I was in the depths of despair-- it clicked!

I don't even remember what the language was... some dialect of Italian I think.

And then I ran back to my car! And there was no parking ticket!

OK, I think I'm going to go take a nap or something. Or I could work on my syntax take home test...

You know, these linguistic finals make me feel like Harry in the Tri-Wizard tournament. I just really hope that there isn't a portkey leading to a certain formidable graveyard at the end. People without noses scare me.


Monday, December 13, 2010

A New Member of the Family

Hey ya'll!

So, you probably all know that I love writing. But sometimes it feels weird to put creative stuff here, so I started another blog for all that stuff.

Holy Whoa is about my whole life, and A Dandelion Smothered Life is for my poems and short story stuff. First entry is the beginning of my NaNoWriMo novel. Probably the only good part of that novella.

Finals are here and I am so excited! I'm doing alright. I have stuff to do and study, but it's all under control, and if I just stay focused a bit longer... I'll be alright!


Wednesday, December 8, 2010


Above: Adventure time with team universe.

Late. night. post.

Finals week is just around the river bend.

Listing my list of necessary things is much to tedious, but basically, I think I have everything almost covered. Every day my stress level decreases ?

OK, that statement is a bit premature.

I'm going to sleep. Life is so good.

Voy ir a hablar espaƱol ahora. Or at least practice anyway.


Saturday, December 4, 2010

Oh my goodness! A poem!


Graphite and paper

Become one fluid

Concrete hand-print mold

Of a heartbeat

Or two—

I am blessed

With a photograph

—or something as honest

as a picture anyway—

Developed by the crimson Christian honor

Of your Polaroid pocket,

And accidently hung with clothespins

On the trees

That shuffled up to the sidewalk

As we walked by.

-Dec. 2, 2010

I ought to start a blog just for poetry, but anyway-- the one above is one I wrote in Phonology.

I'm not too tired for this...

Today is the fourth day in the last month of the year of two thousand ten in the year of our Lord.

Do you know what that means?

I went on my first date with Brian 1 month ago.

Mmmmm yes, I have learned a lot about myself (and about this amazing person) in the last few weeks. The main thing is that I am in love with Brian. It's a good thing to learn.

I know what some of you are wondering! But what about Elder Hill?

Well... I don't know.

Good thing I do not need to know right now. I just know that I love being with Brian, and I love him. And I feel I need to tell the world about this. Because it is so fantasical and magical. And a lot of other adjectives that have eluded my sleep depraved mind.

Good night, folks!