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Traveling to London today STOP to visit the queen STOP

Cannot wait to see this again STOP

May never come back STOP

Heaven scent?

The other day I was running in a nearby neighborhood, when I suddenly smelled a very strong odor of marijuana. Mmmm. It's this sickly sweet, rotting kind of flavor to the smoke, for those of you who are so unfortunate as to never have smelled weed before. When I was a senior in high school, one girl who sat next to me in choir used to go and smoke weed at lunch every day...and she told me so. So she felt fabulously...free every day, and I got to smell the aftermath. And, since choir was right after lunch and our chairs in choir had to be touching each other...I got to know that smell very well. It was so nice to smell that lovely smell that brought back so many memories when I was out on my run the other day. So....nostalgic? 

I ran faster so I could get away from it. Ick.

I wish you all a very scentsual day. 

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You can call me Grace.

from me!

Whenever someone asks me what my pet peeves are, I always say the same three things: people clapping in between movements at classical music concerts, grammatical/typographical errors in printed material, and going to bed when the kitchen is still dirty.

But the other day, I thought of a pet peeve that I'd never really realized before--one that the only culprit is me. I realized this after I had physically run into three different people in the grocery store (all within about five minutes of each other), after I had accidentally stepped in front of my sister as she was trying to walk through a door with her arms full, and when I realized that I had forgotten to do two or three different things for work that I should have taken care of a few days earlier...and that it had inconvenienced several people. 

I hate being in the way. Whether I am actually physically in someone's way, or if I am causing someone an inconvenience, or even if someone does something that inconveniences him/herself because of me, it's all the same. They all make me feel like I am "in the way." It's funny, because I often try really hard to change my behavior so that I am not in the way, but often, that ends up being even worse. It's so difficult, when you are trying to organize your father's books and magazines to surprise him, and as it turns out, all those stacks of magazines that looked messy to you were actually organized already in piles to give to different people in a few days. Or when you are with the man of your dreams and he tries to woo you with champagne...and ends up sitting on the champagne flutes. Whoops. And you feel terrible, because if you hadn't been there, he wouldn't have done that, obviously! 

 

Oops.

Or, like the other day when I tried to run into the room and clear a space for an armload of stuff that my sister was trying to put away, and I just ended up running into her and knocking over a suitcase and a stack of books instead. Oh bother. I'm a real lady, with poise to burn. Obviously.

You know, you'd think that since I dislike it so much, I'd figure out how to be less in the way and more accommodating. Or at least handle it a little gracefully, like Julia Ormond does. I mean, she has the nerve to slap Harrison Ford just a few minutes later! Brave woman. I'd probably just trip over his shoe.

Oh well. Guess I'm just a slow learner. And after all, someone has to provide the slapstick comedy. Maybe I'll try the Donald O'Connor tactic. Because who doesn't like him?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FW02c5UNGl0&feature=related (This video had embedding disabled. Sorry.)

Meanwhile, sorry if I, uh, knock you down or something. I'm probably just trying to get out of the way.

 

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JRB

I want to be this person to another person.

That would be living.

(Oh, and by the way, the images of Ron and Hermione are cute and all, but I'm talking about the song. It was the only version I could find that used Jason Robert Brown's real version--just listen to the words.)


Real post coming tomorrow or the next day.

Make a wish into the well

I wish for a lot of things, like anybody does. But mostly, I'm pretty content. But, oh for the few things I wish I had done when I had the chance.

I wish I had become better friends with a couple of people that I really appreciated in high school. Of course, I didn't realize how much I appreciated them until after high school was over. Of course.

I wish that I had written to my friends on missions (and my siblings, when they were gone) better.

I wish I had learned how to be spontaneous a little sooner in my life. I wish it were still not so hard for me to be spontaneous.

I wish I had bought that bottle of wine at Whole Foods on my 21st birthday (yesterday), even though I don't drink. I was going to use it for cooking, but I didn't get it. It would have been really fun to say that I, a Mormon girl, bought wine on my 21st birthday. :) But of course, it was a spontaneous thing, and I'm still working at that.

(That's what I'm wishing most this right now. Bummer.)

And at 4:30 tomorrow morning, I'm going wish that I had gone to bed sooner. But I will not wish that I had stayed in bed when I am running on the lake path around Lake Michigan at sunrise.

That I will not wish.

I guess it's a balancing act, figuring out which wishes to keep wishing and which wishes to let go.

I wish I knew how to do it.

To do:

1. Break right index finger. Preferably while running late to a meeting, making brownies, attempting to remove the beaters, and pressing the button that violently turns the beaters on instead of the non-violent one that pushes them out. Find out that your finger will be crooked for the rest of mortality and that it may be close to a year before it stops hurting. Then tell the story with pride and laugh a lot, because it's a really stupid and funny way to do it. 

2. Say goodbye to the best living situation imaginable, especially for a single Mormon girl. With these beautiful women.

3. Visit home for a few days at the end of the semester. Introduce a PC-oriented family to the joys of Mac Photobooth.

 

4. Plan a family trip with these people (except for the guy on the far right, unfortunately)...

to these places.

5. Move to Chicago.  

 

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6. Start internship, with this lady...

...as your boss. Talk in stupid voices with her, make delicious food, meet all her friends and cause them to wonder about both of your sanity levels, live up Chicago life, and sleep in a really, really good bed for more than two nights.

6. Absent the blogging world for a while.

7. Leave for family trip in less than two weeks.

8. See this play with the sister. Also, take lots of goofy pictures like these ones with her as well.

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9. Finish reading these books.

 

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10. Return to blogging world, count your blessings, and summarize Important Things in My Life for the Past Two-Three Weeks on blog.

Oh yeah, and #11:

11. Post really goofy/potentially blackmailable pictures of self on blog. Shrug it off.

Truth.

I stand by this. I can't say it nearly as eloquently or convincingly as Elder Holland can, but I can tell you that I know it's true too.