When I get tired, I can't think straight, and sometimes I can't even see or hear straight. Oddly enough, this is usually when my best and most creative pieces of writing come to life.
Boots and a little bit of make-up are all I need to feel sexy. That and shaved legs.
Sometimes I wish I could be strange and insightful and write things that make people just stop and say, "Whoa." I wish I could change the minds of people all over the world because of a book or poem I wrote. Then I feel insecure, and this tiny, annoying voice in the back of my head says that I will never be more than a Stephenie Meyer wanna-be, which really depresses me.
There are four things that truly bring me out of "the depths of despair": 1) reading one of my favorite books; 2) eating chocolate in any form; 3) having long talks with my mom; 4) playing with a dog.
I've discovered that I really like answering phones. Which means my job=awesome.
Aside from when I'm really tired, I also write my best stuff when I'm really emotional--either super happy, really depressed, or angry.
Many times I wish that I can travel back in time and live in either the 1950s or the late 1800s. I wish I could go back there and truly feel like a lady; I wish I could go back and find the love of my life, kind of like Kate and Leopold, but in reverse. Now, I realize that those time periods aren't all that books and shows like Bewitched make them out to be, but I still carry that secret wish with me at all times.
One day, I'm going to go to Decades (a vintage store in down town Salt Lake) and buy every piece of clothing in there.
Travel is amazing. I love it, and I can't get enough of it. This is why I'm going into the Foreign Services.
I'm afraid that my future fiance will have very little say in our wedding. I have it pretty much all planned out.
I am inordinately excited about the fact that I'm going to Harry Potter World with my family this year for Christmas--I also really, really, REALLY want to participate in a wand ceremony and receive a wand from Olivanders. That would be INCREDIBLE! And yes, I do realize that I am a gigantic nerd.
How is it that I never went through the I-Hate-My-Mother-And-I'm-Going-To-Rebel-In-Any-Way-Possible phase? During my teenage years, my mom became my best friend.
I miss seeing Chelsey, Aaron, Katie, Paul, and Averi. I get to see Heather, Danny, and Brayden pretty much every other day, and that makes me incredibly happy. But I want to see the Jorgenson family too!
My life is awesome. I wouldn't trade it for any other in the entire world.
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Do you not get to see Brayden at all? He's over there at least once a week. Maybe you just want to forget that he is there...
Ha ha, the second Heather was supposed to be Brayden. I was tired when I wrote this post, ok!
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