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Dreams

I had a dream last night.

It was a one of those dreams that I couldn’t wait to tell someone about,
But when I went to the kitchen, and saw you sitting at the counter eating your breakfast,
Something changed.
My halo of excitement, which crackled and tingled and gave off its own surreal heat,
Was gone.
Everything was clean and cold.

People always say to follow your dreams.

They say that anything is possible if you just believe,
But they don’t really mean it.
Sure, they want you to think big
And believe that you can be more than a bag-boy at the local Piggly Wiggly.
Real Dreams, of magical powers, princesses and dragons, and millions of dollars, are different,
But they get pushed aside
In favor of a more “realistic” dream—becoming an astronaut, a politician, a businessman.
Is there a child who actually goes to bed and has visions of becoming successful in business?
If there is, I will gladly shake their hand.
But until I can shake the hand of that miraculous child,
I am convinced that children are no more than geese being fattened
For a world that has been meticulously planned and crafted for them.
The dreams that people say we should follow
Are dreams that have been previously prescribed,
Like thick, dry pills that get stuck in the back of a throat.

I had a Dream last night,

But I forgot about it while I ate my Grape Nuts.

So Busy!

Well, I missed both my awesome Christmas and New Year's posts. I know, I'm such a slacker. Things have been pretty crazy though. I was busy playing down in Florida with my awesome family. Then we got home just in time to order all of my textbooks (which have still not arrived...I'm not very happy about that...), start working again, and start classes.

Anyway, I'm here to apologize because I won't be posting anything substantial until this weekend. This includes pictures of our fabulous trip to Orlando, Christmas wishes, and New Year's greetings. I'll be back soon though!

I Miss India

Wait, did I really just write that?

Yes. Yes I did. And I actually mean it too.
Lately, I've been watching a new show called "Outsourced", which was recommended to me by my sister, Heather. I had heard about the show before--it's about a call center from Kansas City that gets outsourced to Mumbai, India, and the new manager from Kansas City has to go over to India to manage the call center. I read some reviews on the it, and they all said that it was an "Office" wanna-be that had way too many racial slurs against Indians. Well, I decided to watch it anyway because: a) I love "The Office", and any show that comes close to "The Office" is probably funny and b) I trust my sister's judgment. If she says it's funny, then it's probably worth looking into. I watched the first couple of shows, and while I won't say I'm hooked, I do like the show a lot (and there aren't that many racial slurs. They do tend to overexaggerate Indian culture, but they're actually pretty close on what life in India for an American is like).

Anyways, the point is that I've been watching the show, and yesterday I watched an episode about Diwali. That's when it hit me--I really miss being in India, with all the crazy holidays, and the monsoons, and the insane taxi/tuk-tuk drivers. I miss being a part of all that. And I would kill for some real Indian food, not the Americanized, tame version that they sell at Bombay House. Also, I kind of miss the heat (I say this as I'm watching the snow fall outside of my window at work).

Guess What...

I'm a legal driver now! Yep, I can drive a car all by myself.

'Nough said.

First Snow

The first snow is finally here! It's so soft and beautiful, and I love it. Of course, that means that now I have to drive in the snow...great...

I'm still fascinated by the season's first snowfall, though. It brings a whole new aspect to the winter season--it brings the winter season to life. It says, "Here comes the holidays, everyone; you can go ahead and start celebrating now!" Anyways, I'm glad it has arrived. Yes, I know it will be cold, and driving in it will not be so fun, and yet my love affair with the snow will continue. It's one of those inexplicable facts of life.

Harry Potter Speaks American

Maddie and I found this hilarious clip while we were waiting to go see Harry Potter last night. I thought it was worthy enough to share.



Yes, I did see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows yesterday (actually, it was this morning). Although I am still very angry that David Yates included partial nudity in the movie, I have to say that the overall movie experience won me over. I have to tell you all, though, that the news article I read (and then wrote a very angry post about) was rather misleading. The dance scene that David Yates referred to was not a nude scene. It was simply a fun dance between Harry and Hermione, and I agree with Yates that the scene was very sweet. The only nudity in the movie was during the scene when Ron destroys the locket horcrux, and the only thing the audience truly saw were Harry and Hermione's bare shoulders. Yes, there was definitely implied nudity--and I am still really, really upset that Yates felt that he needed to go that far with the scene.
The movie, however, was spectacular, and I really enjoyed it. I feel that they are really doing the book justice. Yes, that one make-out scene is disturbing, and I wish they had changed it to be more appropriate for what is essentially a kids movie, but I'm glad I went. I just hope the next one is as fantastic.

A Penny for My Thoughts? Psshh, I'm Upping the Price to $1.25

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.