Yew Nears

I can't believe it's been one year since I wrote a New Years post. It always amazes me every year how much can change and stay the same. For me this is a time where I put my life in order. I figure out where I want to go, what I want to be to be, and what I want to do in the next year and then try to stick to it. These were my resolutions last year:

                                                                                                                                                                     

1. I will record one song and show it to more than 5 people. I write all these compositions and things on the piano and never ever show them to anyone. 

2. I'm going to get a job at Chapters and live happily throughout the summer telling people my opinions on the latest great fantasy series. (dream big!)

3. I'm going to run, swim, and bike enough to be able to be a member of a team for the Magrath Triathlon. I've always wanted one of the real t-shirts, not the lame ones the volunteers wear.

4. I will not go home between classes and watch the OC. or sleep. or eat nutella. (Eat nutella during classes, not all together, that would just be wrong.)

5. To actually accomplish one of these resolutions, haha just kidding. I will get over my phobia of parents.

                                                                                                                                                                     

I'm happy to say I recorded a song (which no one is ever ever going to hear haha), I didn't go home between classes, I got over my phobia of parents (which I never thought would happen), and I did probably the most tedious resolution ever of taking a picture every single day. I'm happy with what I've accomplished this last year, and even though I didn't work at Chapters or participate in the Magrath triathlon I really just don't care. For me, the new year is saying goodbye to all the bad and starting fresh. So here's not my New Years resolutions, but my New Years farewells:

Farewell every bad mark I ever got, every test that was so long my hand would cramp up in the middle of it, every research essay, every early morning EDFX class, every crappy day at work. Goodbye the boss I never liked, the days of nothingness, the days of procrastination, the sharp words, the gossip, and the mean girly glares. Hasta la vista Nietzsche, Hemingway,  and Petrarch; you will not be missed. Goodbye fast food in ANY form. Goodbye irregular sleep patterns. Au revoir quick temper and dry skin. Fare thee well fat pants that I wear during midterms and finals; and last but not least,

goodbye my picked hang nails, because from here on out you're no longer going to be picked. 

HALLELUJAH.

Oh and I like this video...

Sometimes A Girl's Gotta Brag

I am grateful for Christmas presents that let me show off how cute my family is. I'm sorry to say but they're most likely cuter than yours...

I'm a noob at this, no judging please!

Oh Man...

Confession time.

Since doing my resolution this year I've started to see why people like taking pictures so much. I love when I find something that seems to boost my day and then I can remember it forever with a little snap of the camera. One thing though, I hate taking pictures of people. I mean there is a time to capture a funny memory or moment but I don't have the knack for taking pictures of people... Just not a talent. I'm not saying I'm a photographer (or aspiring to be one), no way in heck. It's just that people seem to think I like to take pictures of them. I have news: I really really don't haha and the pictures you're asking me to take cause me anxiety. Unless your family or friends, please don't bother... Just a heads up. I don't even have my new camera yet, so I promise it won't be very good.

Plus, I kinda suck.

Okay, I just had to get that off my chest. Speaking of pictures though I realized yesterday that I wanted to take a little picture of myself. You know the raised arm smiling one where you try to act like it wasn't you who took it, but we all know the truth. Yep, that kind. I smiled and smiled and looked terrible. I tried to make a funny face and that looked even worse. I swear in high school I was the queen of self-takes but it seems my understanding of how to make it look like I have good bone structure and only one chin has left me. Every once and a while I get lucky, but let's just say that happens just about as often as I shave my legs (that was a joke)... sigh... I read this post though and I have to agree, you get a lot less cute after high school. Oh well though, because it seems these days I just care a whole lot less.

Before:

After:

Oh, and I have a final tomorrow. But instead I just wrote this, organized half of my pictures into iPhoto folders, and then realized how much I was slacking, so I took a test to see if I have ADHD... This is my result:

I'm such a disaster today.

Status

I'm not a big status updater, but today I just had this desire to change mine every 5 minutes. Don't worry, I refrained, but the only way I got over it was writing them down. They're dumb, I don't know why I would want other people to see these but lo I cannot stop myself and therefore must show everyone through this blog.

Kelsey Scott- what's on your mind? Oh just this:

• I've obviously been writing on a laptop too long when my right pinkie falls asleep and refuses to do anything. I must not be using enough semi colons.

• I just wrote the only exception in my paper.... now I can't help but sing that and every paramore song before I continue.

• Anyone who knows Italian and wants to translate 700 year old sonnets for me please come visit.

• I'm hungry. For those who love me please bring me some kind of food. If you can't find me I'm the loner in the corner of the library surrounded by books. If that doesn't help listen for the soft sound of my hunger pains.

• I just went to the bathroom and when I came out, everyone was staring at me. Was I loud or something? All I did was wash my hands.

I don't think those are good enough for me to change my status... So I'll just stick with the one I have.

p.s. how lame is this post? Who writes about status updates... haha.

Handsome Harrison

Today Megan, my mom and I all happened to watch my favorite movie, Sabrina. I can't get enough of it! It's the movie I watch when I'm bored, sad, happy, in love, lonely, grumpy.... pretty much every emotion. I've watched the older version with Audrey Hepburn and yes it's touching, but the version done in 1995 does something to me. I get chills, they're electrifying. It might be the anticipation as I wait for Sabrina to realize she loves Linus, or all the great one liners... Or, it might be that Harrison Ford is a fox. Well I guess he's kind of old now, so we can say he is a silver fox. What a dreamy guy. Sure, he has an earring but we can all look past that one minor negative and see what this hunk of manhood really is! He is my cup of tea, the tugger of my heart strings, my one and only. Why? Because I love star wars, and he's my dreamboat as Han Solo. I love Indiana Jones, and he's the epitome of rugged and heroic. Everything he's been in I've pretty much fallen head over heels with. The Fugitive? Oh don't even get me started. What a saint! If you're thinking: "This girl is nuts", then let me justify my love with a few pictures.

my desktop? maybe.

perfect face? Yep.

muscles much? Oh beating heart be still.

best. role. ever.

that's my silver fox! haha.

Is it weird that I would kiss such an old man? I don't think so.

p.s. I'm kind of a creep.

The Finer Things

There are some things in life that make it wonderful. For me it's when I wake up in the morning and I remember that I don't have to shower or my hair is already straightened and I can sleep for ten more minutes. It's when the snow starts melting outside and it turns slushy and its fun to walk on. It's when I find cute notes from my roommates saying they love me. It's when my mom just happens to know I'm forgetting something and out of the blue will text me: "Remember you have this... Or good luck on that assignment due tomorrow!" What a lifesaver.

Such moments include ones like when I take off my boots and my socks don't come off or the zit on my chin that I swear I've had for about 6 months disappears for a day or two. It's when I come across a band that I instantly love and no one knows about them or when I meet people in the music room who are legit prodigies. It's when I'm sitting in a class and I realize how much I love what I'm doing and that I actually have a passion for it. It's when I sit on the train and I'm one of the only white people. It's when Jeopardy and The Office are on at the same time and I can flip back and forth, or when I watch Modern Family for too long and I seem to naturally develop a Columbian accent after.

It's the gospel, it's kisses from nieces and nephews, it's getting flowers, and it's white hot chocolate after walking down Whyte Ave.

 I would have to say that makes up a pretty good list of everything that makes my life better, but today it was these:

my new favorite app.

p.s. I know I wasn't going to blog... but these are gems.

Lack of Technology

This week I have to:

1. write a research paper
2. finish my EDFX portfolio
3. finish my EDIT final project
4. finish quizzes 3-10 for EDIT

So therefore I will not:
1. go on facebook
2. turn on my phone
3. and not even look at blogs

WISH ME LUCK! I'll see everyone in a week.

Oh and by the way...

This night was fun.

we've caught 3 mice.

I cried this entire movie

This boy is cute.

I'm Cold

Dear Bad Day,

Please, keep getting worse. I'm actually curious how much more terrible you can make this. Thanks to you I am currently sitting on my step locked out of the house with no phone. Thank goodness there is wi-fi so I can message every person I know to come let me in but of course, none of them are answering. I'll just keep being a stress case because I need to finish my history paper and print it or get to tithing settlement in a half hour. I mean really you are just making my life grand. I am so happy that today of all days you decided to dump your suckiness on my life. Oh and did I mention I'm freezing? That is really the cherry on top to everything.

I hope we never meet again.

Rest in you know where,

Kelsey



The only good thing about days like this is that I always get the best song stuck in my head. Today, it's this one.

Cats In The Cradle

When I was 17 I had the cutest kitten in the whole world; Her name was Sophie. She was white and fluffy with one green eye and one blue eye and completely deaf. I LOVED HER. One time I was sleeping in a tent in Jordan's back yard a block from my house and Sophie came and found me in the tent and we had a lovely time snuggling. Other times she would wait at the corner of the intersection by my house and wait until she saw me coming home and run up and I'd hug her all the way back. When she would get in fights at 3 in the morning I would wake up because I recognized her cry and go and save her. hahaha I know I sound crazy. Don't judge? Seriously though, best cat ever. For those who hate cats you don't understand how awesome she was.

She had her downfalls though; like the time she chased Amelia all the way home (hahahaha) and sometimes she would have seizures but I was always by her side to smack her out of them. I know that's not the most logical manner to fix the problem but they seemed to work. Seriously we were the best of the best of friends and no other pet will ever measure up to her.

After blissful months together (why is this sounding like a romance novel?) our family went on a vacation and I came home to the worst of news. She had been climbing a fence and must have had a seizure and died. I was heart broken and wanted to pay her tribute until my mom said I would have to dig the hole so then I got over it quick and they took her somewhere to dispose of her. I tried to replace her with another cat but I hated it so much it didn't even really get a name and it wouldn't stop biting my nose. I still miss her sometimes and my roommates always laugh at me when I talk to her because it's so emotional. I promise I'm not a crazy cat lady.

You might be wondering why I'm talking about this but the thing is we have a mouse problem in our house. We've been brainstorming for days what to do next since our traps aren't working and I can't think of any other solution than this: a kitten. Poison might work but it seems so harsh. I'd rather have a lovable creature to snuggle and purr by my ear every night who gets them instead. So if anyone has a white kitten out there, preferably deaf, then send it my way please! (This is also a hint for a Christmas present.)

Sophie 2.0, are you out there?

Sonnet 130

Is it weird that I just go to my prof's office and we talk? I need honest input on this. Anyways, he is awesome! He's this little Italian man who says things like: "when you're the best like me, you don't have any rules" or "sometimes there are some real twits in this office, so I just pretend they don't exist".  I am mesmerized by the fact that such a little foreign man can have such spunk. Speaking with him yesterday made me realize 3 things:

1. I kind of want to be him. Anyone who can quote D.H. Lawrence, Milton, T.S. Eliot and Shakespeare so readily is my hero. What I also really like is that he applies everything he reads to his life. Yesterday we discussed Shakespeare's Sonnet # 130 (my favorite, please go read!) and discussed girl's perceptions on themselves and most of all how being in love changes your perceptions. By the end of the conversation I felt like my whole mind set towards not only myself but towards other women was completely changed. I am not perfect, but there is someone out there who will think I am so I need to change my self perception and start being the girl that guy believes I am. When you read the sonnet you're not going to get that out of it the first read so feel free to talk to me! You're thoughts on yourself will be changed too...

2. I realized I have more in my life than he ever will. No matter how much he reads and studies he will never be able to feel completely fulfilled. This man is old and single and his whole life revolves around his job. It made me very grateful for the gospel and the happiness it brings. I feel like I have a purpose and I know without it my life would be futile. Can I just say something funny quick? So he asked why I was sad last Tuesday and I said: "Oh my boyfriend left for two years on his mission." He said: "Oh ya, because you're mormon right? Where is he going?" I told him yes and Atlanta, Georgia. He then told me to just go visit him and I would feel a lot better. I explained I couldn't because he needed to be devoted. He was absolutely shocked. After a moment of thinking, this was his reply: "Well any man who would leave a lovely lady for two years is just a plain old idiot." hahaha, his face was priceless. I eventually explained it was a good thing he left, but only after I laughed for a while.

3. I noticed that I am surrounded by wonderful, helpful, caring people. I have great parents who are the most selfless loving people I know and who spoil me way too much. I have the cutest grandparents in the universe and they are all so different and special to me. I have sisters who are all different and wonderful examples to me and put me to shame in how gorgeous they are. I have friends who pick me up when I need them to and understand me completely and I have no fear of being myself in front of them. I have roommates, who are also my friends, that are okay with snuggling and watching friends and are so understanding. I have professors I get along with who are so helpful and seem to understand that I am not an organized person and my life is usually in shambles. I have the best ward in history, no competition. I just have the best examples around me! I am so so so grateful!

I'm In A Glass Case Of Emotion!

Let me just say I am not an emotional person. I don't carry a notebook and write down my feelings or sit in starbucks and speak of art and society. Instead I carry around a computer and usually when I'm having something to drink at that little coffee shop I'm leaning in front of my machine writing a detailed schedule of my day because I have a deep fear of forgetting things. I've never just put down my thoughts unless I think it's really important and usually I instantly regret my sentimental writings and have to replace it with something funny. I am not a dweller. When my day sucks I whine for approximately 5 seconds and then I pretend I'm fine. I don't show my emotions and there are very few people in this world who can say they have seen the real me with no hidden emotion. They know when I'm mad at them and they know when I feel like my life is going through a cataclysm, and they can definitely tell when I am heart broken over something. Let me just say though, these people can be counted on one hand, and I don't live near any of them. So what does this mean? I'm going crazy. So I'm just gonna lay it all out on here. These are all my current emotions:

1. I am happy because: I'm done school for the rest of the week (I only have classes tuesdays and thursdays, but those are looooong days), I discovered a game even better than angry birds (for reals!), and I received the highest of compliments from my english professor. He told me a 4 year degree just isn't enough and that if I had any brains I'd keep going with my passion, that I was an absolute pleasure to have in class, and that he tries to save my essays last to read. hahah. It was nice, ok? It boosted my self esteem.

2. I am annoyed because: I think I have narcolepsy. Every night this week I have been doing something completely normal and I just pass out in the middle of it and wake up in the morning. It's super weird. Have you tried waking up in your clothes from yesterday? Not the best feeling.

3. I am frustrated because: I like Taylor Swift. I have always hated her and every single one of her songs because she sounded so juvenile. I'm not into that stuff, but with new album I find myself crying every time I listen to it. What's even worse is I actually make an effort to listen to it. I'm also frustrated with myself because I wanted to be serious and sentimental this post and I'm not very good at that.

4. I am nostalgic because: I miss being in high school and having no responsibility,  being with my friends all the time and knowing what's happening every day of their lives, going to Henderson and eating a cheese pizza, and I miss starbucks and it's comfy chair-and-a-half love seat and guessing what everyone sitting around us is talking about.

5. I am sad because: I miss Scott and his red hair. I miss when I would whine about my hair being red and he would just give me that look and say: "have you seen my hair?" haha. I miss playing all musical instruments together (especially when we played the clarinet and violin together haha, how gross), and him being so proud of me when I learned G major on the guitar. I miss singing together and listening to him make up lyrics to hymns about my "rosey" lips. hahaha. Blasphemous? Maybe. I miss when we would just study the scriptures together and he was so insightful (have I mentioned he will be the best missionary ever?). I miss that I wasn't afraid to cry in front of him. I miss that we had a bucket list. I miss that he would plan dates every time I came home and they were sweeeeeeet. I miss when he would grab my face and kiss me in front of his mom just because he knew I would freak out at him and he thought it was funny. I miss how we knew each other's moods in about 0.6 seconds. I miss how skinny and tall and cute he is. He is just the best.



I hate myself for writing all this, but I just can't help it. But you know what? I'm gonna be fine. I've just been letting my emotions build up too much.

who knew Henderson was so beautiful? Not me!

My Friendly Friend Scott

Normally I strongly oppose to posts like this, but I'm emotional and I think it's high time I introduce everyone to someone...

This is my friend Scott:

he likes to go on adventures with me.

 Whether it's going to David Archuletta concerts,

(haha, I love this picture)

writing a message in a bottle,

painting with me,

Golfing,

or even taking me to the Remington Carriage Museum! (haha)

He's always taking me fishing,

throwing up the breakfasts I make him,

or serenading me with a guitar :)

oh, and sometimes gives in and plays dress up with me.

 We like visiting temples.

and taking cheesy pictures at political buildings?

Sometimes he can be a creep? haha

but I can look past it.

Probably because I'm bribed with flowers.

This is my friend Scott, and he leaves for his mission real soon!

I'm gonna miss my ginger friend.