I'm sooo twitterpated it's not even funny. It was always love at first sight. I couldn't help it, I was hooked. Must be the season of love!
Anyways, I GRADUATED!!! Woot de woo! Well, I guess I graduated last December, but I didn't officially walk or get my awesome diploma holder until last week. I feel very accomplished. Now...what do I do...?
Most of the family were able to go up to Utah for the big hullabaloo. It was cool. During the huge walking, everyone graduating thing President Uchtdorf and Elder Nelson talked. They are amazing speakers. Uchtdorf was also given an honorary graduation thing so we were basically in the same graduating class. How's that for bragging rights? I know your jealous. Back off!
When we were walking into the Marriott Center before that convocation thingy I found my ridiculous theatre friends and of course we kind of made a spectacle of ourselves. We were just walking outside and decided to loudly project the graduation march song. Chad was the loudest and we were laughing so hard when we looked over and Uchtdorf was sitting in a special chair chuckling at us. He gave Chad a thumbs up and waved to me, probably because we were the most special.
The next morning was the smaller graduation in the DeJong Concert Hall. It was tons of fun. Elder Oaks spoke and man, that guy is powerful. He's so cool. I wish he hadn't run away from my sister so I could have gotten a picture with him. She is so embarrassing sometimes (JUST KIDDING!!! I love you ugly).
I think the best thing was seeing my family there and knowing that they were supportive and proud of me for all that I accomplished. Even though, according to neon green pump girl, I didn't graduate in a real major (Maybe BYU should look into that!) I loved being able to see them. They were in the front row and I was thinking I was going to walk fiercely across the stage in my purple chucks, but couldn't! They were just too cute! I got all giddy and practically skipped across the stage! I was totally the cutest (and humblest too!)
I love my family!
At Emily's house we had a party where I got gifts. It was fun. But my absolute favorite...They told me to close my eyes and I did. I honestly could not imagine what I needed to close my eyes for, I couldn't even think of anything while I was waiting with my eyes closed. I thought that they might just throw stuff at me...who knows? But then when I opened my eyes being placed in my lap was a BRAND NEW LONGBOARD!!! I was thrilled beyond thrilled. I had a perma-grin that lasted through my first ride with Hank (that's my LB's name) and lasts every time I see him. So happy!
I love that I graduated from Brigham Young University with my B.A. and got a longboard! Maybe when I get my masters I'll get a surfboard! (Here's to hoping!)
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Could have fed a starving child in Africa...tsk tsk Emily Ann
Last week I decided that I was going to have something delicious to eat for lunch. I was not sure what it was going to be, but I knew it was going to be oh so good. It was.
Like lightning striking my brain I decided to make rice. LAAA!!! I love rice. I think it's delightful. I was never good at making rice. I went years without it because I couldn't properly cook this delicious treat. I would not only burn it every time, but a lot of the time it would be undercooked AND burned. How in the world does that work? I would follow the directions on the bag, I would follow the alternate, higher calorie, directions on the bag, I would ask many different people how to make rice and each time it was ruined by my hand. There was only one explanation, I was cursed.
I graduated from BYU a few months back and since being home have been petrified to even think about cooking rice. I would try to coerce others to make it for me, but they would always put sick nasty stuff in it and all I really wanted was the pure kind. I was an addict that was ebbed slightly before a higher tide rushed in. I needed it 100%, but couldn't do it myself and no one would do it for me.
I couldn't take it anymore. I asked one more time how to make it and it made sense. I knew that it was going to be perfect. The directions were no longer convoluted, my brain took them in and I felt strong with power. I was creating the perfect batch of rice! It was VERY empowering to finally hold that nice steaming bowl of rice and eat to my hearts desire. Sigh.
I had broken the curse. I'm pretty sure the curse was basically that I was in Utah and Utah doesn't like me very much. That state and I have an ongoing hatred that will last until the end of time. I know that it ruined my rice because it wanted me to suffer those four long years that I was to spend in it's grasp. Sucks to be Utah because I got out of there in 3.5 years. (I tell people it was because I was ending my supply of money that I finished early, but it was really to snub Utah and get my hands on rice.)
ANYWAYS!!! Last week I decided that the delicious lunch I was to have would be a nice bowl of rice. It was so delicious that I started talking out loud about how much I love rice. "I love rice, I love rice (That part was sung...this wasn't). I love that I can eat rice whenever I want. For dinner, for lunch and even for breakfast. I love that Anita taught me how to make morning rice with butter, milk and sugar. It's so delicious." For lunch I made it with butter, salt and pepper. SO GOOD!
But here's the crazy, amazing thing - Anita called like a minute after I had said that. She is psychic. So of course I told her I was just "thinking" about her (ahem...talking aloud to myself) and thanked her lots for a new way to eat rice. Any excuse, any excuse.
Worst Type of People: Someone who throws rice away instead of saving it for a snack later on. EMILY!!! Goodness. She did this right in front of me too. She took the beautiful rice and dumped it in the garbage without a second thought. I immediately scolded her, but there was really nothing I could do, it was now stuck to disgusting trash. Rice is not trash, it is delicious, except for if I make it in Utah because Utah hates me. The End.
Like lightning striking my brain I decided to make rice. LAAA!!! I love rice. I think it's delightful. I was never good at making rice. I went years without it because I couldn't properly cook this delicious treat. I would not only burn it every time, but a lot of the time it would be undercooked AND burned. How in the world does that work? I would follow the directions on the bag, I would follow the alternate, higher calorie, directions on the bag, I would ask many different people how to make rice and each time it was ruined by my hand. There was only one explanation, I was cursed.
I graduated from BYU a few months back and since being home have been petrified to even think about cooking rice. I would try to coerce others to make it for me, but they would always put sick nasty stuff in it and all I really wanted was the pure kind. I was an addict that was ebbed slightly before a higher tide rushed in. I needed it 100%, but couldn't do it myself and no one would do it for me.
I couldn't take it anymore. I asked one more time how to make it and it made sense. I knew that it was going to be perfect. The directions were no longer convoluted, my brain took them in and I felt strong with power. I was creating the perfect batch of rice! It was VERY empowering to finally hold that nice steaming bowl of rice and eat to my hearts desire. Sigh.
I had broken the curse. I'm pretty sure the curse was basically that I was in Utah and Utah doesn't like me very much. That state and I have an ongoing hatred that will last until the end of time. I know that it ruined my rice because it wanted me to suffer those four long years that I was to spend in it's grasp. Sucks to be Utah because I got out of there in 3.5 years. (I tell people it was because I was ending my supply of money that I finished early, but it was really to snub Utah and get my hands on rice.)
ANYWAYS!!! Last week I decided that the delicious lunch I was to have would be a nice bowl of rice. It was so delicious that I started talking out loud about how much I love rice. "I love rice, I love rice (That part was sung...this wasn't). I love that I can eat rice whenever I want. For dinner, for lunch and even for breakfast. I love that Anita taught me how to make morning rice with butter, milk and sugar. It's so delicious." For lunch I made it with butter, salt and pepper. SO GOOD!
But here's the crazy, amazing thing - Anita called like a minute after I had said that. She is psychic. So of course I told her I was just "thinking" about her (ahem...talking aloud to myself) and thanked her lots for a new way to eat rice. Any excuse, any excuse.
Worst Type of People: Someone who throws rice away instead of saving it for a snack later on. EMILY!!! Goodness. She did this right in front of me too. She took the beautiful rice and dumped it in the garbage without a second thought. I immediately scolded her, but there was really nothing I could do, it was now stuck to disgusting trash. Rice is not trash, it is delicious, except for if I make it in Utah because Utah hates me. The End.
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