Monday, April 5, 2010
...I crave chocolate chip cookies.
...I get a little too emotionally attached to characters in TV shows. (I *might* have cried a little when Rory told Logan that she couldn't marry him and when I found out Booth had a brain tumor.)
...I listen to the same song over and over again. Right now it's Renegade by Styx. Before that it was Sway Your Head by We Shot the Moon. I have an incredibly high tolerance for repeats.
...I talk to myself. I never answer, but if I'm alone I definitely talk to myself.
...growing up sounds fun, other days I wish I could be a little kid again.
...I want to write novels.
...I don't read the whole book but still get an excellent grade on the book review which I wrote in a couple of hours for class.
...rain makes me happy.
...I sleep until the last possible second, even if it means that I look scary.com for school.
...I make up words. Mostly with Aubrie's help, slickery being one of our favorites.
...my mom says that I should start my own card making business. I love making thank you cards, invitations and birthday cards by hand.
...I wish I lived in a Jane Austen novel.
...I love mysteries.
...I mock wedding announcements. Wollschy and I have joked about starting a business to tell people whether or not their announcements were ugly before they sent them out.
...I just wish that I could close my eyes have have life fast forward like it does in movies. Then I could skip all the parts that I don't like, just like I do in movies.
...super amazing things happen while I'm at work. Case in point: Today, I'm working a super fancy, shmancy event. They have a display of White House china from many of the Presidents of the United States. Not only did I get to see that, but when I told the guy who owns the collection that I'm a history major, he pulled a small blue box out of his pocket. From the box, he pulled out a silver chain. He told me, "Now just as a chain that means nothing. But when I tell you that this is the watch chain that the Prophet Joseph Smith gave to his brother Hyrum, that Hyrum wore to Carthage, it means something." I just stared at the chain in my hand before handing it back. "That's real history," he said.