For all of you non-honorary latinas, "dimelo" is an amazing song by or should I say "por" Enrique Iglesias a.k.a el amor de todos las chicas en la casa de espanol, aqui en el FLSR:) bien hecho, Julie. Gracias.
Ok: don't worry. I'm merely congratulating myself for speaking such amazingly native spanish haha.
On a different note, I really want a great camera. Not just a point and click (though that's where my photography abilities currently reside). Today, I took photos for the apartment next door and it really gave me a taste of my alter-ego/persona as a photographer. I mean, ya should have seen how the elements were in my command. I pushed to button, zoomed in and out like a pro... not many people can say the same...
anyway, one day. i want OH MY GOSH- my room mate just sneezed the most gigantic sneeze right next to me as I'm sitting here typing. Not joking people- that thing probably had enough power behind it to fuel a third world country, like Oklahoma or something.
Moving on. I just gave my first legit talk in Church today. I went super bien and now I'm addicted. You all know how much I like talking;) kidding, Bishop, kidding- not that you'd be reading my blog but, on the off chance- I don't want to give you any over-the-top ideas!
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Bridal Showers...
I went to another Bridal shower this past month or so. I think they're getting more and more frequent... what's that supposed to mean? Seriously, my May is packed with back-to-back receptions, etc:)
Well, as you know, something interesting must have happened or I wouldn't be writing about it.
I LEARNED.
no... really.
oh, boy.
Some gifts were very nice (a kitchen mixer)... Others were cute and thoughtful (a beach bag of essentials)... and the other others were just makin me wish single people could have their own bridal shower and the married girls could take the bride under their wings for a SEPERATE, but equal, party much, much later. I mean- must I learn so much, so soon? Take me out, Coach... take me out.
Speaking of which... The "taking out" part, that is. If you happen to be the boy that I like (let me rephrase that: ONE of the guys I may or may not have a crush on), you should stop reading about my life and just be in it for realsies, already! You only have a short time left before you'll have to miss me for 18 months- I'm going on a MISSION! Too forward? You're right... I am a pretty big traditionalist so, I'll just keep playing to awkward get-to-know-you game until I run out of questions that jog your brain about how perfect we could be together. Stinkin' Taylor Swift.
Well, as you know, something interesting must have happened or I wouldn't be writing about it.
I LEARNED.
no... really.
oh, boy.
Some gifts were very nice (a kitchen mixer)... Others were cute and thoughtful (a beach bag of essentials)... and the other others were just makin me wish single people could have their own bridal shower and the married girls could take the bride under their wings for a SEPERATE, but equal, party much, much later. I mean- must I learn so much, so soon? Take me out, Coach... take me out.
Speaking of which... The "taking out" part, that is. If you happen to be the boy that I like (let me rephrase that: ONE of the guys I may or may not have a crush on), you should stop reading about my life and just be in it for realsies, already! You only have a short time left before you'll have to miss me for 18 months- I'm going on a MISSION! Too forward? You're right... I am a pretty big traditionalist so, I'll just keep playing to awkward get-to-know-you game until I run out of questions that jog your brain about how perfect we could be together. Stinkin' Taylor Swift.
The last month...
Foreign Language Housing-
It's only the greatest thing since ummm... alright, I'm supposed to have something really cool here. Something better the the usual "sliced bread" slogan. But, I'll be honest. nothing's really coming to me right now.
Anyway, I love this place. I get to speak Spanish 24/7, have dinner with an "inst-Family" basically every night, and socialize like the butterfly I was born to be! At school, I keep wanting to talk to regular people in espanol and it's starting to mess with my mind that not everyone will understand me.
Also, I've been taking some pretty amazing photos of all of our exploits.
1. Pranks- so far Megan, Joy, and Camilla have been the victims. Emily and I covalently bonded by pouring freezing cold water on Meg last weekend. She got me back- don't worry. Next, we put gummy worms dipped in chocolate pudding (like dirt/mud) on the floor of the shower... it was a nice morning sorpesa for Camilla! And last but, not least... THE ALARM CLOCKS!!! We hid a couple of clocks under Joy and Megan's beds. They went off at 3am:) sweet dreams chicas.
2. Seven Wonders of Provo- We dressed up in black shirts and blue jeans, hats, game-day makeup, and million dollar smiles. Yes. it was quite a wonder. Moving on, we saw the Obelisk, Totem pole, Cougar Statue, Ripple's Lemonade Stand, King kong cone Macey's place, Creepy Ampitheater, and finally, the Amazing weeping Willow tree. as a side note, you should also know that we flagged down a random man who was conveniently attractive (no, this is not the first time) outside the cougar statue stadium. He thought we needed car help but, we really just someone to take a picture for us... HA! Last time this happened, I got a date and my own recording of a song out of my strangely innate hitchhiking abilities- this time was just normal:)
3. Salsa dancing- goodness me. Or should I say, goodness of my dance partner. I am telling you- how did I not know Latin Dancing was so fun until now? And where did my hips come from? It's like I suddenly understand stepping in rhythm and not just bobbing sideways. Man, I wish I were latina! But, the good news is that I saw a picture of myself today and I think all of the Spanish has had quite an influence on me- I barely recognized myself. I think I might be able to pass as an Argentinean. Cuz, these hips don't lie and my hoop earrings are about to be worn for the first time.
Ciaosito/Besos, all that good stuff.
Dulce,
La Guapa
It's only the greatest thing since ummm... alright, I'm supposed to have something really cool here. Something better the the usual "sliced bread" slogan. But, I'll be honest. nothing's really coming to me right now.
Anyway, I love this place. I get to speak Spanish 24/7, have dinner with an "inst-Family" basically every night, and socialize like the butterfly I was born to be! At school, I keep wanting to talk to regular people in espanol and it's starting to mess with my mind that not everyone will understand me.
Also, I've been taking some pretty amazing photos of all of our exploits.
1. Pranks- so far Megan, Joy, and Camilla have been the victims. Emily and I covalently bonded by pouring freezing cold water on Meg last weekend. She got me back- don't worry. Next, we put gummy worms dipped in chocolate pudding (like dirt/mud) on the floor of the shower... it was a nice morning sorpesa for Camilla! And last but, not least... THE ALARM CLOCKS!!! We hid a couple of clocks under Joy and Megan's beds. They went off at 3am:) sweet dreams chicas.
2. Seven Wonders of Provo- We dressed up in black shirts and blue jeans, hats, game-day makeup, and million dollar smiles. Yes. it was quite a wonder. Moving on, we saw the Obelisk, Totem pole, Cougar Statue, Ripple's Lemonade Stand, King kong cone Macey's place, Creepy Ampitheater, and finally, the Amazing weeping Willow tree. as a side note, you should also know that we flagged down a random man who was conveniently attractive (no, this is not the first time) outside the cougar statue stadium. He thought we needed car help but, we really just someone to take a picture for us... HA! Last time this happened, I got a date and my own recording of a song out of my strangely innate hitchhiking abilities- this time was just normal:)
3. Salsa dancing- goodness me. Or should I say, goodness of my dance partner. I am telling you- how did I not know Latin Dancing was so fun until now? And where did my hips come from? It's like I suddenly understand stepping in rhythm and not just bobbing sideways. Man, I wish I were latina! But, the good news is that I saw a picture of myself today and I think all of the Spanish has had quite an influence on me- I barely recognized myself. I think I might be able to pass as an Argentinean. Cuz, these hips don't lie and my hoop earrings are about to be worn for the first time.
Ciaosito/Besos, all that good stuff.
Dulce,
La Guapa
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