As of five minutes ago, I have a secret blog. Below is my first secret post (I thought I'd share, so as not to be rude. And yes, I am aware that this makes me look a little obsessed with Loraina.):
I would like to say that Loraina Binning is a genius. Apparently she has 2 secret blogs that she has not invited any of us to read. As a result of this, I am equally offended and impressed. I want a secret blog! And THIS is the product of my envy, a copycat version of Loraina's brainchild. I don't understand how that girl's mind works. Seriously, I wish I had her creativity. I tell her all the time that her blog is my favorite to read. She probably thinks I am just joking or something, but I am constantly impressed with that girl. I want her brain. I covet her brain. I've always thought that mine possessed moderate amounts of creativity, but I've got nothing on that girl. So here I am, copying Loraina with my very own secret blog. Too bad she won't be able to read it. Turnabout's fair play! Muwahahaha.
Tuesday, March 24
Saturday, February 14
Recluse
I think that I am secretly a really private person. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love to socialize just as much as the next girl, but more and more frequently I find myself indulging in a weekend spent with a book rather than friends. During these nights, I usually turn my phone on silent and feel horribly guilty every time the screen lights up. Not guilty enough, however, to check and see who is calling or texting. Usually when this happens, I pause briefly as the moral dilemma unfolds in my mind. Do I answer and try to come up with a socially acceptable reason for not wanting to hang out or do I just ignore it and pretend like I never saw anyone calling? This conflict usually lasts as long as it takes for my phone to direct the caller to voicemail, at which point my mental argument resolves itself. Sighing with relief at not having to have made the decision, I dive back into the pages, my feelings of guilt dissipating as quickly as the plot of my book thickens.
I think I'm reverting back to the time period immediately following my family's move to Oregon (read: I had no friends. It was pretty cool.) or something. I remember staying in during recesses so that I could read rather than try to make new friends. Life for 10-year-old Dani Richards was not easy, take my word for it. My anti-social behavior got so bad that my teachers organized a parent-teacher conference for the sole purpose of limiting the amount of time I could spend avoiding my peers. Ironically, the next (and last) emergency parent-teacher conference held during my educational career took place during middle school when both Mrs. Raley (my evil English teacher) and Mr. Blankenship (my evil Science teacher) became annoyed at the amount of socializing I tried to get away with in the middle of their classes...
Looking back, I can't decide which part of me is more 'me'. Is it possible to be equal amounts of both? And we're talking about being antisocial and supersocial btw. I guess it ultimately doesn't matter as long as you are doing what makes you happy, right?
On a completely different note, is this post a little emo? I have a sneaking suspicion and horror that I'm slowly becoming one of THEM. But on the other hand, I have recently decided to do whatever I want and say what I am thinking about saying regardless of the social ramifications. So you know what? Judge me however you want. I do not care.
Okay those last few sentences were definitely emo. Maybe I should just embrace it...
I think I'm reverting back to the time period immediately following my family's move to Oregon (read: I had no friends. It was pretty cool.) or something. I remember staying in during recesses so that I could read rather than try to make new friends. Life for 10-year-old Dani Richards was not easy, take my word for it. My anti-social behavior got so bad that my teachers organized a parent-teacher conference for the sole purpose of limiting the amount of time I could spend avoiding my peers. Ironically, the next (and last) emergency parent-teacher conference held during my educational career took place during middle school when both Mrs. Raley (my evil English teacher) and Mr. Blankenship (my evil Science teacher) became annoyed at the amount of socializing I tried to get away with in the middle of their classes...
Looking back, I can't decide which part of me is more 'me'. Is it possible to be equal amounts of both? And we're talking about being antisocial and supersocial btw. I guess it ultimately doesn't matter as long as you are doing what makes you happy, right?
On a completely different note, is this post a little emo? I have a sneaking suspicion and horror that I'm slowly becoming one of THEM. But on the other hand, I have recently decided to do whatever I want and say what I am thinking about saying regardless of the social ramifications. So you know what? Judge me however you want. I do not care.
Okay those last few sentences were definitely emo. Maybe I should just embrace it...
Friday, January 16
On Creeping
I am a bit creepy. I have always been aware of it, but I have decided that today is the day to air my creepy laundry, so to speak.
Two examples:
1. Some girl I have neither met nor seen named Dani who lives in Texas somewhere. How do I know about this girl? Well, it all started back last year when Hannah and I decided to join the world of blogs (you all are welcome, by the way). When prompted to choose a blog address, my initial thought was to use danosaur.blogspot.com. Turns out, someone already was using it. Heinous, I know. After much deliberation, I finally settled on danidanosaur.blogspot.com (which, by the way, I am still not the biggest fan of...). Some three months later (I'm surprised it took me that long to do this), I typed danosaur.blogspot.com into the address bar, curious to see what kind of person was utilizing my preferred blog address. I was shocked to find a scripture from Alma in the Book of Mormon on her page. I couldn't believe it! Turns out the author is LDS too! Becoming more and more curious, I read all of her posts. Her blog is hilarious! I love it. I think that if I knew her in real life, we would be friends. Maybe. She might be creeped out by how much I know about her though...
2. Daniel C. Richards. I'm sorry for those of you who have heard this story multiple times. I can't help myself. I will go to my grave laughing about it...
Our story begins in the Fall of 2006. I was a bright-eyed freshman ready to explore all of the amenities that BYU had to offer (read: attractive men). When a copy of the student directory appeared outside of my door one night, I eagerly looked up every person I knew (which was like 4 at the time). Then I looked myself up. I don't know what prompted me to do this, but eventually I found the name of several Daniel Richardses. My full name is Danielle Christine Richards, so I was thoroughly thrilled to discover a boy by the name of Daniel C. Richards. In the directory. That had magically appeared outside of my door. Waiting for me to take action. So I did. I added his number to my contacts on my cell phone while I deliberated what exactly I should do with it. Months down the road (almost a year, actually), I went to call my friend, Daniel Quick. Imagine my surprise when my friend suddenly confesses that he has no recollection of me. I thought this was unusual and glanced down at my phone only to realize that I had accidentally called Daniel C. Richards. Yikes. When it came out that we had the exact same name (apparently he goes by Danny), he asked all kinds of probing questions like, "Why did you call me?", "Who are you?", and "How did you get this number?" It was awkward, to say the least. After coming up with the most convincing lie that I was capable of on the spot, we agreed to meet on campus during Fall semester of the next year (I was at home in Oregon at the time). I still have that number, but have never contacted him again. I'm thinking about texting him sometime though.
Two examples:
1. Some girl I have neither met nor seen named Dani who lives in Texas somewhere. How do I know about this girl? Well, it all started back last year when Hannah and I decided to join the world of blogs (you all are welcome, by the way). When prompted to choose a blog address, my initial thought was to use danosaur.blogspot.com. Turns out, someone already was using it. Heinous, I know. After much deliberation, I finally settled on danidanosaur.blogspot.com (which, by the way, I am still not the biggest fan of...). Some three months later (I'm surprised it took me that long to do this), I typed danosaur.blogspot.com into the address bar, curious to see what kind of person was utilizing my preferred blog address. I was shocked to find a scripture from Alma in the Book of Mormon on her page. I couldn't believe it! Turns out the author is LDS too! Becoming more and more curious, I read all of her posts. Her blog is hilarious! I love it. I think that if I knew her in real life, we would be friends. Maybe. She might be creeped out by how much I know about her though...
2. Daniel C. Richards. I'm sorry for those of you who have heard this story multiple times. I can't help myself. I will go to my grave laughing about it...
Our story begins in the Fall of 2006. I was a bright-eyed freshman ready to explore all of the amenities that BYU had to offer (read: attractive men). When a copy of the student directory appeared outside of my door one night, I eagerly looked up every person I knew (which was like 4 at the time). Then I looked myself up. I don't know what prompted me to do this, but eventually I found the name of several Daniel Richardses. My full name is Danielle Christine Richards, so I was thoroughly thrilled to discover a boy by the name of Daniel C. Richards. In the directory. That had magically appeared outside of my door. Waiting for me to take action. So I did. I added his number to my contacts on my cell phone while I deliberated what exactly I should do with it. Months down the road (almost a year, actually), I went to call my friend, Daniel Quick. Imagine my surprise when my friend suddenly confesses that he has no recollection of me. I thought this was unusual and glanced down at my phone only to realize that I had accidentally called Daniel C. Richards. Yikes. When it came out that we had the exact same name (apparently he goes by Danny), he asked all kinds of probing questions like, "Why did you call me?", "Who are you?", and "How did you get this number?" It was awkward, to say the least. After coming up with the most convincing lie that I was capable of on the spot, we agreed to meet on campus during Fall semester of the next year (I was at home in Oregon at the time). I still have that number, but have never contacted him again. I'm thinking about texting him sometime though.
Monday, January 12
Jordie
I couldn't help but think of you when I finished making this background. I wish it was still summer and we still had fun with cemetery and canyon adventures! At least we still have John... I love you!
ps: I hear he's making a new album. Meaning...John Mayer concert part II. Yes?
ps: I hear he's making a new album. Meaning...John Mayer concert part II. Yes?
Sunday, November 23
Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood...
This past week I realized that I am currently standing at the proverbial life crossroads I have been warned about all of my life. Being the life-long resenter of responsibilities that I am, these crossroads are definitely not something I am enjoying. Allow me to explain my situation first.
First: MY MAJOR
Not long ago, I had a conversation with my friend Savannah Damschen from high school about how crappy it is for people to tell us that we can take our time trying to figure out what we want to study because it's simply is not true. The longer we take to figure it out, the more money we spend. And THAT is the truth. The first major in my college career that I thought I would like was History. I'm not even going to go into the details on that, but essentially History is one of those majors that you reeeaally can't do anything with once you graduate. Plan aborted. Next: Humanities. This is the track that my classes would indicate that I am still on. When people asked me what I thought about my major, I told them that I loved it and that it was perfect for me. Turns out I was lying to them and myself. One morning I woke up, needing to get to my Humanities class. In the midst of the hairspray, clothes and makeup, the realization dawned on me that I absolute detest humanities. I hate the classes, I hate the subject matter, and I hate the testing lab. So here I am, a Junior at BYU, major-less. How bleak. Currently, I am thinking that Communications with an emphasis in PR would be good, but let's face it, I have no idea. And I'm running out of time.
Second: Mission/No Mission
I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I have wanted to go on a mission all of my life. Only recently (as in the past few months) is this something that I've gotten excited about. Lately though, as I seriously consider it, my conviction to go changes from hour to hour. I'm not sure, but I think I should be a bit more sure about this decision before I plunge head-long into it...
Third: $$$
I decided awhile ago that I want to be financially independent from my parents. Right now, they pay what's left of my tuition after my Leo Adler scholarship does its job. I am very grateful to my parents for helping me to pursue an education, but I'm at the point in my life where I just need to take care of myself, I think.
Fourth: School vs. Work (And other things...)
In order for me to become financially independent, I need to be able to support myself. At this point, I can't pay for the upcoming semester by myself. Along with this is the fact that in order to get into the Communications program, I want to have less than 75 credits, which I am very close to. So what I'm thinking right now is that I want to go to school part-time, work at the Telefund, get another job, and raise enough money to be able to pay for myself to go to school full-time for Fall Semester 2009.
In the midst of chewing over all of these issues, I remembered a Robert Frost poem (likely from one of my now-worthless Humanities classes) about making decisions:
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost
Honestly though, I really don't see any solutions in there. Thanks, Rob. Thanks a lot.
First: MY MAJOR
Not long ago, I had a conversation with my friend Savannah Damschen from high school about how crappy it is for people to tell us that we can take our time trying to figure out what we want to study because it's simply is not true. The longer we take to figure it out, the more money we spend. And THAT is the truth. The first major in my college career that I thought I would like was History. I'm not even going to go into the details on that, but essentially History is one of those majors that you reeeaally can't do anything with once you graduate. Plan aborted. Next: Humanities. This is the track that my classes would indicate that I am still on. When people asked me what I thought about my major, I told them that I loved it and that it was perfect for me. Turns out I was lying to them and myself. One morning I woke up, needing to get to my Humanities class. In the midst of the hairspray, clothes and makeup, the realization dawned on me that I absolute detest humanities. I hate the classes, I hate the subject matter, and I hate the testing lab. So here I am, a Junior at BYU, major-less. How bleak. Currently, I am thinking that Communications with an emphasis in PR would be good, but let's face it, I have no idea. And I'm running out of time.
Second: Mission/No Mission
I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I have wanted to go on a mission all of my life. Only recently (as in the past few months) is this something that I've gotten excited about. Lately though, as I seriously consider it, my conviction to go changes from hour to hour. I'm not sure, but I think I should be a bit more sure about this decision before I plunge head-long into it...
Third: $$$
I decided awhile ago that I want to be financially independent from my parents. Right now, they pay what's left of my tuition after my Leo Adler scholarship does its job. I am very grateful to my parents for helping me to pursue an education, but I'm at the point in my life where I just need to take care of myself, I think.
Fourth: School vs. Work (And other things...)
In order for me to become financially independent, I need to be able to support myself. At this point, I can't pay for the upcoming semester by myself. Along with this is the fact that in order to get into the Communications program, I want to have less than 75 credits, which I am very close to. So what I'm thinking right now is that I want to go to school part-time, work at the Telefund, get another job, and raise enough money to be able to pay for myself to go to school full-time for Fall Semester 2009.
In the midst of chewing over all of these issues, I remembered a Robert Frost poem (likely from one of my now-worthless Humanities classes) about making decisions:
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost
Honestly though, I really don't see any solutions in there. Thanks, Rob. Thanks a lot.
Monday, November 10
Carmex, Blistex, and Brandon Bailey
In my lifetime I have tried many brands of lip products, but I have never found anything to compare with Carmex. I love the way it smells, how tingly it is, how lightweight it is, and how healthy it makes my lips look. Plus, it's really cheap. And guys can use it as well. Which reminds me of an incident involving my friend Brandon Bailey... Okay story time. One night Brandon called me raving about this new chapstick he had bought that his sister had recommended to him. Apparently, he said, it makes your lips silky smooth. I asked him what kind it was and he responded that it was Blistex Lip Infusion. This was actually a product that I was familiar with, so I paused before breaking his heart and informing him that Blistex Lip Infusion is really a lip gloss and only to be worn by men who wish they were women. Brandon adamantly disagreed and a few moments later showed up on our doorstep to prove me wrong, his lips gleaming and glistening in the light. After much hysterical laughter and an examination in front of the mirror, he conceded and gave it to me. Shoot we had some good times last year. I miss it!
Thursday, September 18
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