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Listening to: Reigning Sound

Things like to fall in place every once in a while. I like it when things come back to you in full circle. Back to square one, except not really. I like to think of it as an elevated, promoted square one.

I bought a turkey today. Yes. A turkey. My first. Tomorrow, we (the house, my lovelies) will be cooking a pre-family-pre-departure-pre-thanksgiving feast. My family away from family.

Wash your hands. Things just work better that way.

sobreviver.

Oh, HEY snowy mountains!

Ghostly.

Minha casa tem aranhas

No matter how many times I upload this picture it stays upside down. Oh well. You get the idea of how awesome my purchases were.

I've remembered how much I love the GZA/RZA/Ghostface Killah as well as a couple of other gems, such as the ones pictured above. I love the diversity. My roommate Christine walked into my room today and stated that she has no clue what will come out of my speakers next. I don't think I would think much of sweet tunes if you couldn't mix it up a little (lot) bit. I love Frank Sinatra, Bach, Kelly Clarkson, Aesop Rock, The Beatles, The Misfits, Ghost Mice, Mirah or The Reatards as much as the next person. But seriously guyz...

Rediscovery. I think that's been the theme of this week. Isn't it wonderful? It's almost as sweet as the first time. Or even better! It's like a newer, stronger and more head strong person has emerged from where I came from. It's pretty powerful.

On another note, ya'll should check out whats going down with the WRI. Tomorrow should be a fun day.

fala sim fala nao.

Winter is upon us, and with it brings new challenges. It seems to me that someone out there is trying to teach me patience. Like Kristy said yesterday...PATIENCE! I love my trips to the temple with Kristy. We have started a wonderful tradition/habit.

Things are winding down with school (or just starting, I just can't quite tell which). This is only a gentle but stark reminder of the repeated cliche of how fast time really does fly.

Things at work are normal. Things at school are normal. Things at home are normal. I never seem to have time to do anything. To finish anything. I find it difficult to stop looking and depending on the future to take away the angst of right now. I guess it's becoming apparent how hard it is to live in RIGHT NOW. But depending on the future is just so subjective. You can't depend on tomorrow. You can't know anything about 5 minutes from now.

I am reading a book. It is called "The cry and the covenant". My mom gave it to me. I love my mom. She is a literary genius. She reads and reads and reads and reads. She loves to read, and I am so happy that perhaps she has passed this love down to me. She read this book when she was younger. It tells the story of a young hungarian doctor living and practicing at the renowned hospital at Vienna in the late 1800's before the era of the germ theory. It makes me cringe to read of the doctors going from autopsy room to the delivery room, wiping the blood and the pus on their jackets as a sign of their wisdom and tenure. It is a fascinating book.

I think I'm feeling pretty wonderful. I mean--life isn't perfect, and truth be told, I have to fight to keep a positive outlook on life (pessimism is SOOO easy), but I feel balanced. I feel well. I sometimes wonder when the rain will come. That does keep me on my feet. The rain. I am really just trying to keep up with my philosophy that moderation is everything. If I am so full of this, I cannot enjoy that.

I am tempted to upload a recording of a t-pain-esq song that I made up on 'i am t-pain', an app I downloaded a bit ago, but of late I have been practicing my self-control, so I'm not going to do that. But if you really do want to hear it, I'm taking requests.

diz-me que chegei no momento certo

Right now I am hearing a "Meet your Baker" (aka Scifi's uncle) segment on Fxx Nxxx via youtube via facebook--Scifi and Alicia are peeing their pants as they watch and I sit here; Dani is on the sewing machine making her sister a baby sling--a bling; and thinking about our noise generation. There are so many things going on. It never occurred to me that this could be a good thing. But as my priorities are being sorted and set, I am realizing that life and it's noises and things are very much manageable.

Here is an photo update of the noises and things in my life:

! Cindy. You take away our porch sitting rights. I hope you are happy.

@ This is my reaction to missing the greatest photo opportunity that has been set before me in my whole entire life.

# These shoes were made for waiting in line to hear the prophets voice.

$ 21,000 people gathered on a Saturday to be counseled and filled.

% I live with these girls. Everyday. My life doesn't get much better.

^ Oh, I love you too!

& Bringing back Brasil. CTM sisters 4 lyfe.

* a record of my favorite outfit of 2009 thus far. This photo does not do justice to my shoes, which are the best part. I don't care what people say. I LOVE my clogs.

( Two things should be mentioned about this photo: one, the cake looks like poop, and two, yes, someones baby lost their pacifier because they were probably staring at the cake-poop.

) When you decide to do heavy duty cleaning with heavy duty chemicals, you SHOULD wear rubber gloves. I did not have any while cleaning the other day, and despite the use of plastic bags, the clorox and oven cleaner were too much for my poor hands. Chemical burns are no fun and they represent my stupidity. These are the rubber gloves that I acquired by way of present from Lindsey. She covertly left them at my work all wrapped up. You can be assured that I WILL use them next time I do heavy duty cleaning.

! This is the beautiful blue sky and the beautiful wispy clouds and the majestic mountains and the two buildings that own my life.

These are my latest impressions: that I am truly trying to focus every day. It's hard to do. I speak Portuguese everyday and that makes me so happy. I LOVE finding things that amaze me. I want people to see what I see in through my eyes. My perception of life is completely different than yours. We see what we perceive. And if we don't have the receptors for what's before us we will never perceive it. I enjoy epic music and jamming. Priorities and organization.

Till next time.

A gente não concorda.

I stepped into the horrid testing testing center today. First time in 2 years. Wow. What a feeling of anxiety. It very much brings me into a tizzy--knowing that I have to return yet two more times this week. I guess things like this are inevitable when you are me. I wish I was like Alicia and had only stepped into the testing twice in my life. I think things would would be so wonderful if that were a reality. I also think it would be wonderful if one of those stupid notes people leave at the bottom of the testing center stairs were for me. (I will be at the TC on Wednesday and again on Friday...Just in case anyone wanted to know.)

My sister and I comparing whose scarf hair looks better. I win.

On a side note: I am not fond of my computer.

Other side note: I will be contributing to this blog, so YOU should check it out.

o! as possibilidades.

I bought a new coat.

I used to be so witty. I don't know what has happend. I think too many science classes.

Too many people tonight. Post-mission anxiety followed. Didn't go to Mona. Did go have some pretty awesome conversations with some pretty great people. Well, yea. Anyway. Did you know that hotels are NOT required to look under a bed when cleaning? Beware of what you might find there.

Last night and this morning I think I played hide-n-go-seek around the amount of 20+ times. I loved every minute of it. I love being a little kid again. LOVE IT. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

I made 2 lb.s of fresh salsa tonight. No joke. We downed most of it, along with a 3 lb. bag of Santitos chips and a 1/2 bag of Costco chips. In a span of 6 hours.

Don't you hate it when you want to like someone, and you do, but it's not who you should like and you don't like liking and it doesn't matter anyway because that person doesn't even like you? Jibberish. Hypethetically speaking, that would really suck. It would suck even more in real life.

I miss the suffocating amount of trees there are in CT.

Tenho saudades de falar em portugues. Tambem, fique frustrada porque o taclaro de meu computador nao tem os acentos da lingua portuguesa.

Quero ser um livro.

nao quero que aquela coisa se muda...

Bombshell was dropped today and not handled well. Apparently, if I would like to graduate in the major I want, I will have to go to school at least 3 1/2 more years. Forget that. Goodbye goal of leaving BYU with a nursing degree. It's not too bad. I just had to modify a few things. I am now an Exercise Science major (I love that my major has the word science in it). It will take me a year to graduate and then on to some other school that has an accelerated nursing program. I really wish that advisor lady wasn't such an insensitive ass and that BYU wasn't so damn competitive. Way to dash dreams. COME ON.

(OK, so not a dream dasher--just a dream delayer. But it is such a discouraging setback.)

How many people fit in my car?

que possa desfrutar as belezas da terra...

Adventures in the south.

Fire on the mountain.

Siblings.

Descending.

Christine/Chris and water.

This weekend was very wonderful.

I think that it's the way we do things that makes me want to keep doing it.

de onde nós somos

I was getting ready to leave the house to go to SLC the other day and I remembered something an old friend would do ever time she would walk out the door and get into her car. I went to look at physical music that I own and I picked 3 CDs to listen to in the car on my drive. \\

1. Come on Miracle - Mirah
2. Rubber Soul - The Beatles
3. Ziggy Stardust - David Bowie

It hit me on the return drive that few musical artists have really changed my life. I want to be amazed and taken aback. I want to move and need more. I need it.
It hit me how much I things (I guess people too) to change my life. Whether it be a song, a book, a picture, a friend, an acquaintance...
I am doing a outright horrible job trying to explain this. But. It doesn't really matter. The point is, I love "Exactly Where We're From" by Mirah. \\

o sol nasceu. estou aqui e estou amando cada momento.

After a year an a half hiatus, I would like to officially restart this blog.


Updates are in line.
1. My year and a half as a missionary in the Porto Alegre, Brasil area was a success. It was what I needed at that time in my life-just a little time to NOT think of myself. Life as a missionary is fast paced, intense and so full of sadness/happiness. I am happy to be back.
2. I have returned home (to Utah). I live with people that are just beautiful.
3. I am scared scared scared to start school. Again. It looks like I've been putting off being an undergraduate for too long. Time to 'buckle down'.

Thats all.