tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69921804961594226262024-02-21T01:55:16.767-08:00Notes About NothingL. Lawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10327033938062635754noreply@blogger.comBlogger835125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992180496159422626.post-26902854485512556102014-01-26T23:02:00.000-08:002014-01-27T13:17:33.616-08:00Gratitude Part 1So I know many of us are tired of reading the overly zealous Facebook statuses about how so-and-so's spouse is just so amazing because they brought flowers home AGAIN or how so-and-so really can't get over the preciousness of the very earlobe of their newborn. <span style="font-size: xx-small;" type="trebuchet"></span><br />
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But, I am not tired of those things. It makes me so happy to know that people are happy about the simple things in life. Once a dear friend of mine told me he liked spending time with me because I suck the joy out of life and another told me that he liked that I seemed to see the beauty in the smallest of things. That's a trait of mine that comes and goes and I would rather it come and stay. </div>
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In a recent institute (basically Sunday School not on Sunday) lesson I was reminded that those who are grateful are happy.</div>
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And happy is something that I've kind of sucked at these past two weeks, so in honor of that I am going to tell you some things I am grateful for today and every Sunday and you, my dear (and so often neglected) audience are free to read or skip depending on the level of cynicism in your heart currently. I'll try and make them interesting or humorous or poetic because I know people like those things.</div>
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I am grateful for:</div>
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The Heart's Content - Brandi Carlile</div>
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I Choose You - Sara Bareilles </div>
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Best Thing I Never Had / Halo / Listen - Beyonce </div>
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Stay - Rihanna</div>
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Unconditionally / The One That Got Away / Love Me - Katy Perry</div>
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You Were Meant for Me - Jewel</div>
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Maybe Your Right - Miley Cyrus</div>
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You've Got the Love - Florence and the Machine</div>
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Lights - Ellie Glouding </div>
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Mostly I'm grateful for E. for teaching me it's okay to like girl music. I would still be listening to only The Get Up Kids and Saves the Day if it wasn't for her. (I still love those guys). </div>
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I'm grateful for the love of pop music I developed post-mission because some of it isn't the worst. Sometimes it says the very things you need. And sometimes it's the worst.</div>
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Those people who held my hand (figuratively and physically) through last semester when I took on more than I could handle but also did things I was incredibly proud of. </div>
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My dear sweet mother who I would like to be just like someday.</div>
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All the girls in all the Relief Society presidencies in my ward that have no idea I think they're absolutely brilliant.</div>
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The New Yorker I met in line who was standing close to me so I felt like I should talk to him.</div>
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-So are you a filmmaker?</div>
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-No. My wife and I just come for the festival every year. We watch most of the movies at the Sundance resort but we came here for three movies today. I don't know why people keep asking if I'm a filmmaker. Maybe because I don't know my way around. </div>
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-It's probably the scarf.</div>
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-I'm from New York. I always wear a scarf. Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.</div>
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Jennie Mangum Brown who remains faithful through her own trails as well as dragging me through mine. She is everything good and sassy and determined all in one. </div>
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I could really go on and on, but I'll save some for next week.</div>
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Cheers.</div>
Lawsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17588795058026114022noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992180496159422626.post-41559472781591305192014-01-24T23:04:00.000-08:002014-01-26T23:09:25.174-08:00New Years Rsolutoons*<div dir="ltr">
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I thought I picked resolutions that were really easy but I haven't managed to do them yet. </div>
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Happy January 24th.</div>
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*One thing I have been really good at this year is phone typos.</div>
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This last semester was a bit of a hurricane, but as I thought back over the year I have decided that 2013 has really been one of the best. I am so blessed to have the beautiful, supportive people that I have in my life and I have really done some worthwhile things.</div>
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Here's the year. Buzzfeed style:<br />
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<b>This was technically 2012, but we'll count it:</b></div>
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<b>Di and I Hosted the Golden Globes:</b></div>
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<b>I Wasn't an Actress:</b></div>
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<b>This happened once or twice or more:</b><br />
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<b>And We Were Also Obsessed With This Place:</b><br />
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<b>We Went to LA </b><br />
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<b>I worked for the library:</b></div>
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but was not a librarian.<br />
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<b>I Was Still Writing...</b><br />
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<b>I celebrated my 24th birthday in the best way I knew how:</b><br />
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<b>I Ate My Birthday all Month Long:</b><br />
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<b>The World (or at the very least the film program) Fell in Love with This Girl:</b><br />
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<b>Weird Things Kept Happening at the Library:</b></div>
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<b>This was still happening:</b></div>
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<b>We Wrangled a Mob of High Schoolers to Make This:</b><br />
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<b>4th of July Basically Looked Like This:</b><br />
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<b>I Figured it All Out: </b><br />
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<b>Everyone Got a Little Older:</b><br />
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I saw a snowblower for the first time ever.</div>
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I was proposed to by no less than three Nigerian men.</div>
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Lots of weddings of close friends.</div>
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Roommate engagement, roommate engagement, roommate engagement.<br />
I watched When Harry Met Sally at least three times.<br />
I photographed women's conference.<br />
Lots of impromptu raps/dance parties and puns.<br />
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Thank you to the many many people who shared this year with me. Here's to the next one! </div>
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Sometimes life is like when my friend tried to teach me how to drive stick...<span style="font-size: xx-small;" type="trebuchet"></span><br />
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or when my friend tried to teach me how to cartwheel.</div>
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You think, No. This thing you are trying to teach me to do is ACTUALLY impossible. I cannot do it. Or nothing in the world could actually be worth doing this. Why on earth would you be asking me to position my body head-first into something solid? </div>
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Tuesday I went to kickboxing and tried to kick something at face-level. I was so determined to hit the pad that was being held up by this kid a foot shorter than me that I ended up flipping myself onto my back--really intimidating to the theoretical opponent.<br />
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But <i>this is life</i>, as people who barely know English sometimes say.<br />
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Sometimes it's good to throw yourself head-first into the water. Sometimes doing things that are hard are actually good for us (have you tried running for more than five minutes lately? Ugh, it's such the worst, but hurts so good).<br />
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But maybe it's also okay to accept that we can't kick someone in the face before we learn to kick them in the stomach. Baby steps.<br />
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My mom loves to say, "Life is hard, but you can do hard things." Sometimes I believe her. Sometimes I don't. But I actually think the very purpose of life is to do hard things and experience these mini triumphs.<br />
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Sometimes, you need someone to push you into the water. Or you need that handsome yet cynical kickboxing instructor to hold your hand (literally) so you don't fall over while you do a roundhouse kick. Or you need your film professor to tell you 26 drafts just isn't enough when it could be better.<br />
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Years ago a smart kid at BYU made a film called <i>Butterflies </i>which was about a kid who is a little shy. At one point he gets on a roller coaster and he says, "I don't want to do this!" but it's too late, because he's already on the thing and it's going up. I find myself often in that same position squeezing my eyes shut and saying to myself, "I don't want to do this!" about things that I know I have to finish whether I want to or not. Like when I had to go get shots or when I have to wake up at 7am.<br />
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But hard things are always worth. So go do something hard. If nothing else it's a thrill.<br />
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Lawsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17588795058026114022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992180496159422626.post-9883107688864455972013-07-02T10:55:00.000-07:002013-07-02T10:56:33.101-07:00RomCom Scribblings 1<i>So I decided I need to just write stuff so that I'm writing stuff. So I happily present...RomCom Scribblings. A segment where I will free-write for 15 minutes or so and it'll probably sound like a RomCom. </i><br />
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<i>You might not know this about me, but I actually do that thing that girls do in movies/tv shows where I narrate my life and thoughts as if I was in a romantic comedy. Because life is a comedy for sure<span style="font-size: xx-small;">. </span>So sometimes I play things out in my mind because they'd make interesting scenes in a movie or a tv show...Here we go. This is <b>not</b> based on a true story. Also it is an unedited free-write.</i><br />
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Was I going to be honest? I should probably be honest. Honesty was this new things I decided I should vehemently believe in. Not that it seemed anyone else was into honesty these days--figures I would now be sitting across from a boy who was suddenly interested in openness. </div>
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Deep breath. "Honestly, I want...I want to come over to your air-conditioned apartment and sit on the floor while you sit on the couch. I'll work on my musical and you'll study physics while we listen to Radiohead and Sufjan Stevens. Eventually I'll make my way to the couch and we can watch an episode of tv on Netflix and cuddle. I've been told that my shoulders are kind of bony but otherwise I'm a great cuddler. We'll alternate what we watch because we probably don't agree on any show except <i>Arrested Development</i> and <i>30 Rock</i> and we've already seen them all a million times.<br />
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We can go to parties together. You can drive, or I'll drive, it doesn't matter. You can take me out to dinner every once in a while. You'll think it's weird that I'm more into Indian and Thai places than steakhouses.<br />
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We'll just laugh and kind of shrug cutely when people ask if "we are a thing." We'll look great together at all the receptions I have to go to because you wear skinny ties and I'll wear high heels--it's so much easier to walk in heels when you have someone to link arms with. We will tell each of our friends and our parents different definitions of this relationship, whatever it is and when we ask each other we'll say "Yeah, I mean, we're kind of a thing, right? Who needs labels?" <br />
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Our first kiss will be highly unromantic. On a couch or in a car somewhere--it definitely won't be raining or on top of a mountain.<br />
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Mostly, I am here, sitting across from you right now because I miss having someone I can call 'Babe' which I acknowledge is sort of a cliche nickname, but also not at all if you think about how Johnny Cash uses it in one of his songs and who's more bad-A than Johnny Cash? I'll say no one.<br />
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I miss having someone who would bring me a sandwich because I notoriously forget my lunch and I get SO cranky when I'm hungry. I need someone taller than me to come over and help me fix a light bulb.<br />
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I know enough to pretend like I know a lot about the things you care about and you'll be really interested in my projects--until months later you realize I'm still working on the same thing and it all gets boring. You'll do little romantic gestures that I'll tell all my friends about, but forget to tell you how much it meant. I'll make you mixed tapes that you'll accidentally lose. You probably will forget to call when you say you will and I'll fall asleep mid-texting.<br />
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I'll force whatever the current pop song is to be applicable to our relationship and listen to it on repeat and put it on that mix tape you lost. Or you'll say, "I am so sick of this song" when it comes on the radio and I'll secretly feel hurt because there's so much symbolism there. You'll say I'm "the perfect height" when I'm wearing three-inch heels, which consequentially, will not make me feel perfect at all. I'll wish you dressed more like John Krasinski and smelled more like Giorgio Armani.<br />
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After a handful of weeks or months we'll mutually part ways acknowledging that we "kind of drive each other nuts" and "it's totally mutual." We'll have one last make-out, because that's what people on tv do. We'll tell our friends and parents different stories about what happened exactly and then we'll be cordial when we run into each other--probably at future wedding receptions where we'll both be arm-in-arm with someone else (probably a mutual friend).<br />
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See, I don't actually think this would work out--but I'm kind of interested in finding out why. I think it's worth a try even if I already know how it'll end."</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If you haven't picked up on this yet...I love love (</span><i style="font-family: inherit;">I love being in love, I don't care what it does to me </i><span style="font-family: inherit;">[1]).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I find myself watching and writing RomComs or writing a musical called <i>Lovestruck. </i>I have a playlist of 158 love songs (only my favorites). But I am also secretly cynical about what love really means.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I just spent a couple hours watching <i>The Wedding Planner </i>(while I did other things). And I'll tell you, I miss the days where every RomCom consisted of:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">1. One person </span><i style="font-family: inherit;">literally</i><span style="font-family: inherit;"> saving the other person's life because they are either: in a coma, about to get hit by a car, or about to get hit by a runaway garbage dumpster</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">4. The moment of PANIC when someone runs into an ex-lover that broke his/her heart and the consoling from the new lover that follows.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">After having <i>The Great Gatsby </i>OST on repeat for the last month I have come to the conclusion that this song is the definition of love. You can hate on Lana Del Ray all you want, this is a good song. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Real and true love is not for people in their 20s or in their 30s or in their 60s or for children. It's for people who are willing to love and be loved in all stages of their lives. It's about someone who doesn't care that your soul sometimes aches or that you have things you're trying to figure out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It's about someone who knows how to be child-like and enjoy the simple things in life. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">It's about changing seasons and changing circumstances and commitment enduring through all of those. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">It's also about someone who makes you want to party.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I've seen the world<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Done it all<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Had my cake now<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Diamonds, brilliant<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />In Bel Air now<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Hot summer nights, mid July<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b>When you and I were forever wild</b><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The crazy days, city lights<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b>The way you'd play with me like a child</b><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br /><i>Chorus</i><br /><b>Will you still love me</b><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b>When I'm no longer young and beautiful?</b><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b>Will you still love me</b><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b>When I got nothing but my aching soul?</b><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b>I know you will, I know you will</b><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b>I know that you will</b><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br />I've seen the world, lit it up<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />As my stage now<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Channeling angels in the new age now<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Hot summer days, rock 'n' roll<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The way you play for me at your show<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b>And all the ways I got to know<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Your pretty face and electric soul</b><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><i style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">[Chorus]</i><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br /><b>Dear Lord, when I get to heaven<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Please let me bring my man</b><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />When he comes tell me that you'll let him in<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Father tell me if you can<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Oh that grace, oh that body<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b>Oh that face makes me wanna party</b><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b>He's my sun, he makes me shine </b>like diamonds<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><i style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">[Chorus]</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;" type="trebuchet"></span>Lawsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17588795058026114022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992180496159422626.post-83343013434040050942013-06-14T15:00:00.000-07:002013-06-14T15:00:21.914-07:00Gasp! A guest post!<div style="text-align: center;">
I did it! Someone thought I was good enough to write on their blog.</div>
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This is my response to some of the experiences I had at BYU's Women's Conference and thoughts on how vulnerabilities are what give us courage.</div>
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Check it out <a href="http://mormonwoman.org/2013/06/14/vulnerabilities-give-us-courage-and-strength-reflections-on-byuwc/">here</a>.</div>
Lawsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17588795058026114022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992180496159422626.post-25832187796792246642013-06-13T09:32:00.002-07:002013-06-13T09:35:34.147-07:00SMASH, I miss you.<span style="font-size: xx-small;" type="trebuchet"></span>
I'll admit it...I'm going through SMASH withdrawals. It was a perfect musical soap opera. A little self-indulgent but good at what being what it was. Amongst all the drama I also learned a lot about the world of musicals. I am sad that it got cancelled so I keep watching these highlights over and over and I will share them with you so you can know what you missed.<br />
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It started out about a group of people writing a musical about Marilyn Monroe but I loved it even more when they started working on a play <i>Hit List.</i> Here are some songs from that musical (roughly in the order they would be in in the actual play). If you're interested in the plot it is described <a href="http://www.vulture.com/2013/05/smash-hit-list-plot-revealed.html">here</a>.<br />
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Watching these makes me think, "I want to write a musical--oh wait." <br />
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We should petition for <i>Hit List</i> to be produced as an actual play! Some of this songs are brilliant.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*Special thanks to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/joaosayhi?feature=watch">John McAvoy</a> for uploading all these videos.</span></div>
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Once upon a time we decided to do a nice thing for the local highschoolers and we wrote some lyrics and filmed some stuff and Happy Graduation! to all you people who are graduating. It's true what they say, college is better.<br />
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sneak peek at the most beautiful wedding ever...i cannot wait to edit the video!</div>
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they sang "hey ho" and i probably could've died from the magicalness of it all.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;" type="trebuchet"></span>Lawsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17588795058026114022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992180496159422626.post-9834476917251378872013-05-19T16:48:00.000-07:002013-05-20T09:29:30.784-07:00hai visto come sono cosi fashion?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
As I have been thinking about famous blogs lately I realized this blog is missing a <b>key </b>element if I ever want to be famous bloggily and that is my awesome fashion sense!</div>
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So I'd like to introduce you to what I wore today, since pictures were taken and since this is one of my favorite outfits. </div>
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It started (like most things) with a post on Facebook...</div>
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I started looking up more and more companies that are local to Provo/Orem and weren't on the list. I am hoping to be an inspiration to you all, because why <b>shouldn't </b>you have the most magical birthday month ever?</div>
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My advice is to sign up for them NOW even if your birthday isn't coming up because I have the dilemma of trying to cram my "welcome to the club" and "birthday gifts" into the same month...in two weeks actually because I started late. I have to go to IHOP twice before the month ends! I even have checklists and spreadsheets--this is not a joke.</div>
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Wish me luck! You can follow the food on Instagram at #eatyourbirthday. This is one of my most noble campaigns yet. </div>
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I wasn't <b>super</b> in love with the title or anything, but it had some clever bit of wordplay because it is about a playwright who loves love and a boxer who come together, you know combining love and striking. There is a hilarious bit of vandalism that involved rearranging the letters in Lovestruck to spell "love sucks" buuuut now I'm all out of luck. </div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">The first time I watched the previously mentioned</span><i style="text-align: left;"> Girl Rising </i><span style="text-align: left;">documentary I thought it was SO depressing. How can there be young girls all around the world who are being used as slaves and beaten and neglected. It made me feel awful. Watching it again on Wednesday, however, I realized that it is optimistic because the stories were about the girls who were changing their fate, they were rising up out of their difficult situations. </span>
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<span style="text-align: left;">My brilliant friend Babetta was also talking recently about how we consume so much violence in the media we watch these days. We sometimes glorify the bad guys--I mean, usually they are the sexy ones with dark eyes and great jawlines. We like the idea of dabbling in darkness, in sin, whatever you want to call it, because those are the "cool" kids. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">There was this unfortunate advertisement at BYU where they claimed James Bond was a good role model because he is clean shaven. Immediate backlash included, "Except, you know, he kills people, sleeps with everyone, and is basically an alcoholic" (all things BYU <b>really </b>stands for).</span><br />
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I do believe there is an evil force in the world and that it is something we have to fight against, we have to show that dark force the light we all carry for good. We have to show it that no matter how many times we are bombed, beaten, shot at or starved we will rise up. We will help on another. And we will not loose faith in humanity. Because it is not our humanness that causes tragedies. We humans are good. The world is good. The sun is still there when the clouds cover it. We will never get rid of evil, but we need to keep fighting. #dumbledorewisdom </div>
Lawsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17588795058026114022noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992180496159422626.post-37896361194666568082013-04-14T22:08:00.000-07:002013-04-17T15:49:47.588-07:00Girl RisingI mentioned this documentary in my last post but it's worth mentioning again because it is playing this Wednesday at 7pm (for free) in the bottom of the Tanner building at BYU.<br />
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This film is a great series of vignettes set in different countries/situations where educating girls is not a priority and the girls that are trying to rise up out of that by getting an education.<br />
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For some time now I have decided that being a motivational speaker for young girls would actually be my dream job. Young people have such innovation and ambition in them and I feel like that gets squished out at people is they are not fortunate enough to grow up in environments with parents or mentors that actively cultivate talent and ideas.<br />
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I read something once that said a parent should try not to say "no" but to think of ways to redirect children instead of just shooting them down and telling them they "can't" obviously they can't do certain things, like run out into the street or do drugs, but instead of saying "stop doing that" we can redirect them into something more productive. Like running cross-country or doing something artistic.<br />
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My mission president once told us about his experience as him and his friend tried to found Jet Blue airlines. Most people they approached said, "If it was a good idea, someone else would've thought of it already." To which my mission president's friend responded, "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard--you could say that about any new idea." Nowadays, Jet Blue is successful enough.<br />
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So, let's not hold each other back.Lawsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17588795058026114022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992180496159422626.post-73999413877528004042013-04-08T00:00:00.000-07:002013-04-08T08:06:47.730-07:00Smart is the New Sexy: Insecurities Aren't Worth our Time<div>
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I've been thinking and having conversations about what makes a powerful woman. In different groups and cultures women are feeling oppressed and that is something we need to resolve. One of the things that our American culture/media seems to be telling us is that women are most powerful when they are sexy, man-eating seductresses. Companies like Victoria's Secret are bombarding young girls with undergarments that read "Feeling Lucky?" and "I Dare You" and "Let's Make Out" (<a href="http://www.beautyredefined.net/victorias-little-secret/">Victoria's Secret's Little Secret</a>).<br />
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As a not-bad-looking girl I have at times had a complex that boys are only into me because of my looks. This is because I have heard the way my guy friends talk about girls and how important physical attraction is to them. You know, the "hit it and quit it" mentality. I've been there for the guys' conversations where one of them comes home from a date and the first question is, "So, did you make out with her?" Though I know not all guys think this way, I still <i>feel </i>that way because I live in a society where I feel like some physicality is expected or desired after the first or second date because that's the way we talk about it (girls too). Success in a relationship is determined by "how far" someone gets.<br />
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Sadly, and this is a personal problem I realize, this has made me paranoid that any guy who is interested in me is just interested in my body. I find myself constantly searching for validation. "You're beautiful" "Thanks, I'm also hilarious." or "You should see how great I am at coming up with slogans." So in this ironic sort of way, someone telling me I look great makes me <b>more </b>self-conscious because I feel like that's all they're noticing.<br />
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I am tired of being told that I need to be "tough" and "edgy" or "sexy" and "flawless" to be strong. I want to be sweet and feminine. I want to be intelligent, witty, and hilarious. I <b>like</b> being a girl. I <b>like</b> having someone help me put my suitcase in the overhead bin when I'm looking pathetic. I <b>like </b>that I'm not a boy (even though ironically I thought I was a boy the first six years of my life). I think women should embrace the womanly things about us. We need to embrace our imperfections and embrace our vulnerabilities.<br />
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Because here's the thing, one day my face broke out in a couple large spots before I went to a conference and I felt awful (I didn't have any makeup to cover it up with). That day three guys got my number. Just saying...Maybe these notions we have about what is or isn't attractive don't matter as much as we think they do.<br />
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Sometimes you find boys who think it's "hawt" that you know how to spell "judgment" correctly. Boys who tell you they love your brain. Boys who don't let you kiss them until they've taken you on a nice date first. Those boys also exist (we call them nerds) and are even more manly than the rough-and-tough controlling "manly" men portrayed as sex symbols in media. You can keep your James Bonds and What's-his-face Greys.</div>
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I've been inspired especially lately to do some writing that is autobiographical. My friends, <a href="http://lovesamandchas.blogspot.com/2013/03/story-of-my-life-part-i.html">Sam</a> and <a href="http://gregoutofdebt.blogspot.com/">Greg</a> have both recently posted openly about hard times in their lives and I think it is beneficial for us to share stories of our more difficult times because it connects us as humans. </div>
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So look forward to more posts about ME. Or never come back. That works too. <span style="font-size: xx-small;" type="trebuchet"></span>Lawsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17588795058026114022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992180496159422626.post-49460111221470640842013-03-23T23:51:00.001-07:002013-03-23T23:51:28.106-07:00According to Science...<div>
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We were lucky enough to have <a href="http://rossmcelwee.com/">Ross McElwee</a> come screen his movie and speak to us in two different forums at BYU. He is a cool guy, who I can appreciate a lot more than when watching his movie, <i>Bright Leaves, </i>was the last thing I had to do to get into the film program--at the time it nearly killed me.</div>
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<li>Explain what we're doing. Do I need to look hot in heels or are we hiking (aliteration, holla!)? Are we eating or should I eat before to avoid being hangry at you the whole time? </li>
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<li>Somewhere in swimsuits. There are lots of fun things to do in water--but it's hard not to assume you just want to check out our bodies.</li>
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<li>Maybe you're asking out someone you don't really know and that's cool but if you have any idea of her interests try and plan something around that. If it's someone like me who posts all over Facebook "OMGoooooosh I LOVE THIS PIZZA PLACE" or "I WOULD KILL FOR A FROSTY" then you know you can't go wrong with that. That's why they invented Facebook. <i>But, seriously, if anyone wants to ask me out for Italian pizza...</i></li>
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<li>Don't look up my starting salary and then announce it to a large group of people. Don't then say, "It's okay, you can find a man to take care of you." Even the non-feminists don't want you to tell them that they <b>need</b> you for survival.</li>
<li>Don't get someone's number and then not call! What is up with that? </li>
<li>Don't say you want to watch a chick flick because you like them when what you really mean is "I want to watch a chick flick so I can make out with you." </li>
<li>When I tell you I am studying Art History do not respond with, "So you're studying porn?" </li>
<li>Don't almost get me fired from my job and then try and ask me out.</li>
<li>Don't preface <i>anything </i>with something like, "I find you strangely attractive" or something similar. That only worked for Darcy...and even he had to redeem himself. </li>
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Hope this helps you find a future Valentine! </div>
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If you have How-To's for girls and dating you can leave them in the comments. </div>
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