Tuesday, February 19, 2013
...Bad Blogger
I am not very good at blogging. I think my last blog, besides the two I just wrote, was like 3 weeks ago or something. I apologize if you have been waiting anxiously for my next post. Because I know I have like a billion followers. Sorry guys. I might try harder. ;) What a noob.
...Future Missionary
Recently I have started filling out my mission papers, and I am SO excited! I really love the idea of being a missionary, and I just want to go as soon as possible. Quite of few of my friends have recently left for their missions, or are about to go, so it kind of makes me feel restless staying here. But unfortunately, I won't be going for several months. I'll be posting my call once I get it. :)
I really love the age change for missionaries. I have really been wanting to go on a mission, but wasn't sure about waiting until I turned 21, so this really was sort of a miracle for me. :) I pretty much had an aneurism when I heard the announcement. It may have had something to do with the fire we had going in our kitchen, and the fire alarm going off at the time, but it really was wonderful news. :)
I had a dream the other night that I got called to a city in Alaska. How weird would that be if I actually did get called there? For real. We'll have to wait and see I guess. Stay tuned ;)
I really love the age change for missionaries. I have really been wanting to go on a mission, but wasn't sure about waiting until I turned 21, so this really was sort of a miracle for me. :) I pretty much had an aneurism when I heard the announcement. It may have had something to do with the fire we had going in our kitchen, and the fire alarm going off at the time, but it really was wonderful news. :)
I had a dream the other night that I got called to a city in Alaska. How weird would that be if I actually did get called there? For real. We'll have to wait and see I guess. Stay tuned ;)
Friday, February 1, 2013
...Pessimist
Today was a bad day. Nobody seems happy with me, but I don't feel like I've done anything particularly unpleasant to anybody. It's probably because I've been frustrated by other people, and then I've probably been grumpy. And it's no good when I'm grumpy.
I don't want to single anyone out, or explain why I'm upset, I just want to complain a little I guess. Sometimes, I am just pessimistic. And I hate it, but I feel like secretly I think it makes me feel better. I know it doesn't make sense.
And I generally don't actually feel better until I consciously decide to just let it go. To stop feeling sorry for myself, and just forget it. I suppose I should think about doing that now. But anyway, i guess the moral of this post is that being pessimistic doesn't do anybody any good. It didn't do this post any good, and it isn't doing me any good. So when your down, and you don't feel like anybody cares, just let it go. Maybe try to do some service; get your mind off yourself. You decide to feel happy and nobody else can do that for you. So stop whining, and find the good in your situation.
The funny thing is, I have some crazy idea that somebody is actually going to read this. How silly of me. Well if anyone did read this, I'm sorry if you thought it was going to have actual content. My next post will be more optimistic I'm sure.
I don't want to single anyone out, or explain why I'm upset, I just want to complain a little I guess. Sometimes, I am just pessimistic. And I hate it, but I feel like secretly I think it makes me feel better. I know it doesn't make sense.
And I generally don't actually feel better until I consciously decide to just let it go. To stop feeling sorry for myself, and just forget it. I suppose I should think about doing that now. But anyway, i guess the moral of this post is that being pessimistic doesn't do anybody any good. It didn't do this post any good, and it isn't doing me any good. So when your down, and you don't feel like anybody cares, just let it go. Maybe try to do some service; get your mind off yourself. You decide to feel happy and nobody else can do that for you. So stop whining, and find the good in your situation.
The funny thing is, I have some crazy idea that somebody is actually going to read this. How silly of me. Well if anyone did read this, I'm sorry if you thought it was going to have actual content. My next post will be more optimistic I'm sure.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
...Fat Girl
I absolutely LOVE food. I think it is one of the best things that has ever been created. I would be shocked to see how much money I spend on eating out. I eat all the time. I don't even care if I'm hungry or not. I just shovel it down. It's gonna catch up to me someday, and I'm gonna be one thick honey.
One of my very favorite restaurants is Costa Vida. The funny thing about that is I have only had one thing on their menu. The sweet pork burrito. Gosh dang it, I could eat a million of those things and never get tired of them!! They put me on cloud nine, honestly. I am in love with the sweet pork burrito from Costa Vida. I really do think that whatever I am going through, that insanely good burrito could make me smile. It's my comfort food. But it's also like a celebration food! If I am real happy, where to I want to go?? COSTA VIDA!! If I was a weirdo, I would want to marry that burrito. Or better yet, someone who could make me that burrito. Every. Day. ;)
Another really delicious place is Carl's Jr. But again, I only order one thing on their menu. The juicy teriyaki burger! With the grilled pineapple, and the divine teriyaki sauce, I just melt. I usually hate mayo, and tomatoes, but when they are on this burger, it wouldn't matter if it was filled with pickles (I abhor pickles). The point is, since the flavor of their teriyaki sauce is quite possibly the most delicious taste ever, it could make anything else taste good. (:
Ok, well I have a great love for many other restaurants that I would like to mention, but I have to get ready to go out to lunch. Got a date with that sweet pork burrito ;) YUM!
One of my very favorite restaurants is Costa Vida. The funny thing about that is I have only had one thing on their menu. The sweet pork burrito. Gosh dang it, I could eat a million of those things and never get tired of them!! They put me on cloud nine, honestly. I am in love with the sweet pork burrito from Costa Vida. I really do think that whatever I am going through, that insanely good burrito could make me smile. It's my comfort food. But it's also like a celebration food! If I am real happy, where to I want to go?? COSTA VIDA!! If I was a weirdo, I would want to marry that burrito. Or better yet, someone who could make me that burrito. Every. Day. ;)
Another really delicious place is Carl's Jr. But again, I only order one thing on their menu. The juicy teriyaki burger! With the grilled pineapple, and the divine teriyaki sauce, I just melt. I usually hate mayo, and tomatoes, but when they are on this burger, it wouldn't matter if it was filled with pickles (I abhor pickles). The point is, since the flavor of their teriyaki sauce is quite possibly the most delicious taste ever, it could make anything else taste good. (:
Ok, well I have a great love for many other restaurants that I would like to mention, but I have to get ready to go out to lunch. Got a date with that sweet pork burrito ;) YUM!
Friday, January 25, 2013
...Incompetent Snake Owner
I have a small pet corn snake; i got him for Christmas. His name is Diablo, and I absolutely love him. He is extremely even tempered, and had never given me any trouble. Until about a week ago.
Last Thursday, which is his feeding day, I invited my boyfriend Nathan over to watch him eat; it's a pretty interesting show. Prior to feeding him, I don't handle him, because I don't want to associate playing with eating; I hadn't held him at all that day. So Nathan arrives, I have the mouse thawed, and ready to go, and I go to Diablo's cage to get him. I open the cage, and look in his usual hiding places. Diablo is nowhere to be found.
I obviously begin to panic. My pet snake is missing. My first assumption is that I have an evil sibling who is playing a very inconsiderate trick on me. But soon enough, I discover that Diablo is actually an accomplished escape artist. The entire household was in crisis mode.
Meanwhile, I am very embarrassed that I had invited Nathan over to see a show, and while he did get quite the show put on by my panicking family, it was not at all what I had in mind. And although my sweet best friend was very gracious about the haphazard scene, I still think that it was very unfortunate that Nathan had to witness that kind of chaos.
We finally found the snake, and got him fed. All seemed serene, but it didn't last long. I checked for Diablo the next morning, and he, again, was nowhere to be found. I tore apart my room, and found him five minutes before I had to leave for class. That little guy caused me a lot of stress, but eventually we figured out how he was escaping, and prevented his future adventures.
Moral of the story: Snakes are the best pets. You only have to feed them once a week, and they are just really cool. (: But if you are going to invite someone over to see your snake eat, make sure your said snake is, in fact, in its cage before you proceed.
Last Thursday, which is his feeding day, I invited my boyfriend Nathan over to watch him eat; it's a pretty interesting show. Prior to feeding him, I don't handle him, because I don't want to associate playing with eating; I hadn't held him at all that day. So Nathan arrives, I have the mouse thawed, and ready to go, and I go to Diablo's cage to get him. I open the cage, and look in his usual hiding places. Diablo is nowhere to be found.
I obviously begin to panic. My pet snake is missing. My first assumption is that I have an evil sibling who is playing a very inconsiderate trick on me. But soon enough, I discover that Diablo is actually an accomplished escape artist. The entire household was in crisis mode.
Meanwhile, I am very embarrassed that I had invited Nathan over to see a show, and while he did get quite the show put on by my panicking family, it was not at all what I had in mind. And although my sweet best friend was very gracious about the haphazard scene, I still think that it was very unfortunate that Nathan had to witness that kind of chaos.
We finally found the snake, and got him fed. All seemed serene, but it didn't last long. I checked for Diablo the next morning, and he, again, was nowhere to be found. I tore apart my room, and found him five minutes before I had to leave for class. That little guy caused me a lot of stress, but eventually we figured out how he was escaping, and prevented his future adventures.
Moral of the story: Snakes are the best pets. You only have to feed them once a week, and they are just really cool. (: But if you are going to invite someone over to see your snake eat, make sure your said snake is, in fact, in its cage before you proceed.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
...Girlfriend
I just want to start out by telling you that I absolutely love my best friend Nathan. He has been my wonderful boyfriend since December 8th 2010, and I find that I appreciate him more and more every day. He really is a great guy; you'd like him. I know I do.
Having a boy as a best friend can be a party, believe me. I get to play video games with him and his friends, beat him at worms, not talk about my feelings, and be as unlady-like as I want. I really enjoy it. More than even he realizes. It's exciting to be one of the guys; I actually prefer it to hanging out with girls most of the time. But a while ago, my best girl friend Becky moved away. And until now, I don't think I realized that, sometimes, I like feeling like one of the girls. I like to paint my nails, go shopping, talk about my feelings, and just be girly. Now that she's gone, I think I actually kind of miss it.
Today I was invited to go to a USU basketball game with an old friend of mine. I hadn't seen her forever, and I really had a great time! And not just because I love basketball. Even though we were watching a game, which isn't particularly girly, I found that I appreciate time with my own gender more than I thought I did.
Moral of the story: For the most part, I think I'll stick with guys. They are always more laid back, and I'm in love with one of them ;) But I'm glad that I was reminded that, every once in a while, i like to act like a girl. :)
Having a boy as a best friend can be a party, believe me. I get to play video games with him and his friends, beat him at worms, not talk about my feelings, and be as unlady-like as I want. I really enjoy it. More than even he realizes. It's exciting to be one of the guys; I actually prefer it to hanging out with girls most of the time. But a while ago, my best girl friend Becky moved away. And until now, I don't think I realized that, sometimes, I like feeling like one of the girls. I like to paint my nails, go shopping, talk about my feelings, and just be girly. Now that she's gone, I think I actually kind of miss it.
Today I was invited to go to a USU basketball game with an old friend of mine. I hadn't seen her forever, and I really had a great time! And not just because I love basketball. Even though we were watching a game, which isn't particularly girly, I found that I appreciate time with my own gender more than I thought I did.
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| Me and my two best friends (: |
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
...Fun Park Employee
I have been working at the Fun Park since the beginning of December; it's probably the most exciting job I have ever had. (:
Last night, USU's food services rented out the entire Fun Park and the Gutter from 6:00 to 11:00. We usually have Country Night on Mondays and Wednesdays starting at 9, so that is what I had been anticipating. I arrived just before 5, feeling tired, secretly hoping I would be assigned to skates. (Skates is almost never busy enough to have an employee stay there for a whole shift. We usually just watch to see when somebody needs to get roller skates, and we walk down there. Being assigned only to skates means you basically don't have to do anything.) When I clocked in, I was informed of the USU party, and was also told, to my great surprise, that I would be taking care of roller skates; all night long. I was relieved.
Unfortunately, hosting that kind of party means that nobody needs a wristband, and everything is free for the guests. Usually, rather than just a couple of people, big groups decide that they want to skate at the same time. They all come and get skates. Then, 5 minutes later, they all decide that they don't want to skate anymore, and they all give their skates back to me. These skates have to be sprayed and buckled, or laces tucked in, and put away. Then a little while later, the same people come back to skate some more. Guests are coming and going non-stop. This makes it almost impossible to put skates away as fast as I have to give them out. I was working frantically all night trying to keep everybody happy. It was almost comical. (: Needless to say, My night wasn't nearly as low key as I had hoped for.
But even tho it's almost never what I expect, I love the Fun Park. I get to be with kids, see old high school friends, and work with great people. It's a good sign when work doesn't actually feel like work. (:
Last night, USU's food services rented out the entire Fun Park and the Gutter from 6:00 to 11:00. We usually have Country Night on Mondays and Wednesdays starting at 9, so that is what I had been anticipating. I arrived just before 5, feeling tired, secretly hoping I would be assigned to skates. (Skates is almost never busy enough to have an employee stay there for a whole shift. We usually just watch to see when somebody needs to get roller skates, and we walk down there. Being assigned only to skates means you basically don't have to do anything.) When I clocked in, I was informed of the USU party, and was also told, to my great surprise, that I would be taking care of roller skates; all night long. I was relieved.
Unfortunately, hosting that kind of party means that nobody needs a wristband, and everything is free for the guests. Usually, rather than just a couple of people, big groups decide that they want to skate at the same time. They all come and get skates. Then, 5 minutes later, they all decide that they don't want to skate anymore, and they all give their skates back to me. These skates have to be sprayed and buckled, or laces tucked in, and put away. Then a little while later, the same people come back to skate some more. Guests are coming and going non-stop. This makes it almost impossible to put skates away as fast as I have to give them out. I was working frantically all night trying to keep everybody happy. It was almost comical. (: Needless to say, My night wasn't nearly as low key as I had hoped for.
But even tho it's almost never what I expect, I love the Fun Park. I get to be with kids, see old high school friends, and work with great people. It's a good sign when work doesn't actually feel like work. (:
Sunday, January 20, 2013
...Brand New Blogger
My older brother recently started a blog, so I decided I might as well give it a try. I have never done anything like a blog before, so hopefully it makes some sense.
I would like to start out by explaining that my blog is called "Confessions of a..." so that I can name each individual post according to how I am feeling that day, or what the particular post is about. So, if you put it together, the name of this post is really, "Confessions of a Brand New Blogger". Get it? ;)
A little about me...
My name is McKenna. I have seven people in my family. They include my wonderful parents, my older brother Todd, sister Kelby, and younger brothers Conner and Ty. I have recently started going to USU, and am taking 10 credits. I have a couple of really good friends, and an amazing boyfriend.. I am planning on going on an LDS mission as soon as I turn 19 in July, and I absolutely love to eat.
Most of my posts will include something about the above subjects, because that's basically me in a nutshell. If that sounds boring, then don't read this blog. If you are actually interested in my life for some reason, then stay tuned. :)
I would like to start out by explaining that my blog is called "Confessions of a..." so that I can name each individual post according to how I am feeling that day, or what the particular post is about. So, if you put it together, the name of this post is really, "Confessions of a Brand New Blogger". Get it? ;)
A little about me...
My name is McKenna. I have seven people in my family. They include my wonderful parents, my older brother Todd, sister Kelby, and younger brothers Conner and Ty. I have recently started going to USU, and am taking 10 credits. I have a couple of really good friends, and an amazing boyfriend.. I am planning on going on an LDS mission as soon as I turn 19 in July, and I absolutely love to eat.
Most of my posts will include something about the above subjects, because that's basically me in a nutshell. If that sounds boring, then don't read this blog. If you are actually interested in my life for some reason, then stay tuned. :)
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