Long Live the Parowan Third Ward.

"True friends are those who care without hesitation, remember without limitation, forgive without any explanation and love with even little communication."

I'm not going to lie. This week has been awful. I hate this week. But as I was mulling it over I noticed this shiny bright spot. I have the absolute most wonderful friends anyone could ever ask for. Not only are they all beautiful, smart, and funny. They are all sweet, thoughtful, and genuinely caring. Every time I turned the corner I had a friend there to remind me that I wasn't alone. I'm incredibly grateful to my new friends for the love, support, ice cream, brownies, lunches, dinners, and therapy sessions. But I have to throw this out there- I am so grateful for the friends who have stuck by me through thick and thin, hell and high water, drama and depression- since middle school. You would think you'd be sick of me by now. But somehow you manage to still be here, still care, and STILL listen to my drama. Even when we haven't talked in months! I love you girls so much. Tonight at dinner I was talking about family and it reminded me of when Colee told me that I have a lot of family that isn't related to me. So, that's what this post is about- to thank you girls for being my family for the past decade plus. I don't know what I'd do without you but I'm sure glad you aren't asking me to find out!

Conventional

"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known."- Chuck Palahniuk

con·ven·tion·al [kuhn-ven-shuh-nl]

adjective 1.conforming or adhering to accepted standards, as of conduct or taste: conventional behavior.

I'm a very conventional person. This probably stems from the fact that my grandmother was Emily Post herself (not really, but she would give Miss Manners a run for her money). I like convention. I like having rules that govern what is right and what is wrong in polite society. I grew up in a small town where tradition rules that day. And let me tell you, it was an amazing place to grow up. So excuse me if I'm a little old fashioned. But I just can't shake some of the more deeply ingrained expectations I have. For example, one that seems to keep getting challenged is who makes the first move. People keep telling me that it is okay for the girl to make the first move. I disagree. Let me tell you what I believe. I agree to push a baby the size of a bowling ball out of my body- is it so much to expect that a man do the heavy lifting at the beginning of a relationship? Is it so much to ask that a man take some initiative and pursue a girl rather than sit at home and wait for the ladies to flock to him? That's the problem with society. Girls are so anxious for love and attention that they'll do anything to get it and so men have gotten lazy. I don't know what's to be done about it, but I do know this- I'm not about to start chasing men down. I'm the catch. :)

Halloween

So, Halloween used to be my FAVORITE holiday. But a few years ago Halloween and I had a falling out. I would like to repair my relationship with Halloween. I plan on doing this by ignoring the scary parts and focusing on the not scary parts like pumpkins...
See, the only thing scary here is the spelling/ grammar... and maybe that kid's ears.

My Life Motto...

I only wish everyone else thought so too.

I Miss My Friend

I'm really missing someone who used to be a really good friend of mine so I thought getting some of these thoughts out in the ether might help... We shall see.

"I miss my friend, the one my heart and soul confided in, the one I felt the safest with, the one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again, and let the light back in..."

"So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, and I'll feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe, and I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are, I hope it's nice where you are, I hope the sun rises and it's a beautiful day and something reminds you, you wish you had stayed."

"Well this is not your fault, But if I'm without you, Then I will feel so small, And if you have to go
well, Always know that you shine brighter than anyone does."

Reading Time?

In case anyone needs something to read this summer I have a couple of suggestions...

1) Sharon Shinn's Twelve Houses series- magic, hot soldiers, spying, and some love connections. Gotta love it.
2) Georgette Heyer- she's an author who writes witty romances set the the 1800's in England. Totally clean and good for quite a few laughs. A few of my favorites are - Devil's Cub, Cotillion, Friday's Child, Regency Buck, and The Nonesuch.

That's pretty much all I've read this summer.

Happy reading!!!

Where did the fun go?

Okay, so it's been a long time since I blogged... a LONG time. But I just have to have a tangent right now. We all know that I'm pretty old fashioned. Last night at a get together at a friends house I was reminiscing about growing up on The Andy Griffiths Show and Bonanza (I still have a huge crush on Adam). I loved those shows, I loved the values intrinsic in even episode. It was all about doing what was right no matter what. That's how I was raised. I was also raised outside. We played outside all day, regardless of the weather, until it got dark or until our mom's whistled us home. These days I don't see kids playing outside ever. They are all inside tethered to a computer or the tv. I read books. I grew up in a small town so you get pretty creative about how to entertain yourself. I miss that. Here in the big city I find all the guys really boring- you know why? Because they never had to be crazy and adventurous or creative, they had all their fun built in at mini golf and Peter Piper Pizza. I miss doing ridiculous and stupid things just because there wasn't anything else to do. Anyone up for a game of get lost in Paragonah? Or perhaps lay in the middle of the road until a car comes? Maybe we could break into the church just for kicks and giggles? I feel like my life is so boring. I do the same things every week. Go to the same classes and learn the same things, hang out with the same people and have the same conversations, and go to the same movie and watch the same tv shows over and over again. Nothing is novel, nothing is exciting, it's all just blah. And I've been realizing that growing up in my small hometown gave me two illusions that have proven false in the world outside of home: 1) that people are generally nice and friendly, 2) that I am free. I have been realizing lately that so many of the people around me are just looking out for themselves. No one cares about anyone else, no one has your back. If you know me you know that I never have my own back and that means I feel like the quarterback who just keeps getting sacked over and over again. Growing up, I kind of just did whatever I wanted. If I wanted to drive to this place, I did. If I wanted to sleep outside, I did. I didn't worry about my safety in doing it, I never even thought about it. Here, I feel so constricted, like there's this huge list of things I'm not allowed to do. Don't go here, don't do this, I feel like it would be shorter to make a list of things I can do. And all for what? So I can associate with people I'm not interested in, live in a place that makes me feel like I can't breathe, and spend thousands and thousands of dollars to get trained to help people who don't want my help. And then people wonder why I like Bonanza and Jane Austen books and miss Mayberry. I like knowing who the good guys are, who the bad guys are, and that the good will come to good ends, the bad will come to bad ends, and that every girl gets exactly what she deserves. So yes, I miss my small hometown, my loyal friends, and my idealistic views of the world.

The Book Boss Part 3

So, I have been reading A LOT lately.

Here are my new recommendations:

The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett- if you are in the mood for a good old fashioned detective novel... this is the book for you. It comes complete with the private dick sitting behind his desk, a dame who needs rescuing and wears bright red lipstick, and bad guys packing serious heat. The word "look-see" is even used. What more could you ask for?

The Girl on Legare Street by Karen White- An amazing ghost story/ mystery. Not too scary, but I wouldn't recommend reading it alone at night. Plus, a super frustrating almost relationship... I'm a sucker for those.

The Girl Who Stopped Swimming by Joshilyn Jackson- A mystery wrapped around a totally dysfunctional family that loves and hates each other...

The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton- This is about a girl trying to find her grandmother's real family. It goes back a couple of generations and reveals some pretty crazy family secrets. I love the mystery of uncovering family secrets.

If you are looking for a book series may I recommend:
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins- I seriously couldn't stop reading until both of the books in this series were done. The third one comes out in August. I can't wait. Literally.

Fablehaven by Brandon Mull- This series is geared towards a younger audience (they were recommended to me by a 12 year old). But they are really good. There are secret preserves with mythical creatures, kids with special powers, and awesome demonic dragon bad guys. Truly a fantastic fantasy.

That is all for now. Happy reading.

The Book Boss Strikes Again

The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks for a good cry.

Dracula by Bram Stoker for a little mystery, a little vampire hunting, and lots of manly men.

Dracula

My mom signed up for this book club many moons ago. They send her a leather bound copy of one of the 100 greatest books of all time every month until she has all of them. She started like six years ago. No one has ever read any of them. They just sit on the shelf collecting dust. A travesty. So I decided to read them. All of them. I'm half way through my first selection, Dracula and I am immensely enjoying it. It is a very easy read and it is written beautifully. The only problem is that I'm a big baby and it scares me to read it at night. Haha. I thought that giving updates on what I'm reading and what I think about it would fulfill my Midget's request for a book review (let me know if I'm wrong) and give me something to blog about. So here's to vampires!

Disneyland!!!

So for spring break (yes, I am actually that far behind...) my Ho and I took a trip to Disneyland, aka, the HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH (unless you're stupid like my Robert friend and think the happiest place on earth is Zion National Park). We stayed at my mom's house in Vegas the night of Sunday the 14th. Then we woke up around noon and drove to Anaheim. We checked into our hotel and took off to Disney. The first night we hit Pirates of the Caribbean (our favorite), the Haunted Mansion (our least favorite), the finding Nemo submarine ride, and the toy story ride where you shoot things... haha. It was so exciting to be at Disneyland- I hadn't been there since high school and I have to say- it really made me feel like a child again. It's exactly the way it was when I was little so I can still remember how everything seemed like magic then. It's still pretty magical- mainly because of that. We went back to our hotel when the park closed at midnight.
The next day we got up and had breakfast at our hotel- it was possibly the worst service I have ever had in my life... we waited a half an hour for our bill!!! Then we finally got to go to Disneyland! We thought we were going to see Honey I Shrunk the Audience but it was really Captain EO- a Michael Jackson video. It was soooo awesome! haha. We laughed pretty dang hard. I now dream of using a rainbow as a weapon. We went on rides until like four then we went back to the hotel and Casi took a nap. Then we went back to the park to catch the parade. We continued on to ride all the other rides in Disneyland, except Splash Mountain. I remember finding the Alice in Wonderland ride a lot more exciting as a child. And no matter what I always love It's A Small World. I even tried to get Casi to ride it again.
Wednesday we hit California Adventure. It was St. Patrick's Day- my absolute favorite holiday! So of course I was wearing a green Kiss Me I'm Irish shirt. The front of my shirt said kiss me and the back said I'm Irish. While we were standing in line Casi was trying to get a tan so I traded her spots because I had better sun exposure. She thought I was being nice... I turned around and said "read" and she was like "I'm Irish" and I said, "Yes, that's Gaelic for I melt in the sun." Haha. I have to admit the Soaring Over California was pretty cool. However, California Screamer or whatever it is called made me sick to my stomach. We enjoyed the Toy Story shooting ride immensely. And Casi got to know a side of me that she had never seen before. While playing the Toy Story shooting game Casi got a better score than me (she's in the army) but her accuracy was only like 30%. So I had to point out to her that she might have scored more than me, but my shots were 20% more accurate than hers. She turned to me and said, "And I never knew you were so competitive." Haha. We went to the Bug's Life show. I did not like getting slimed, stung, and bitten. Haha. We went to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory and as we were walking back Casi started cheering, "U-G-L-Y you ain't got no... what the heck is that?" I said, "It's a cheer." And she said, "No, that!" and pointed at a man in a Bubba Gump Shrimp costume that looked kind of like a penis. I said, "Oh, that's a shrimp". We decided that was one of the funnier sounding conversations we have had. We went back to the hotel for another nap after that. It was around this time that I was really wishing I could fly because my feet wanted to disconnect and run away. Haha. We went back to Disneyland and stood around for an hour in the pavilion waiting for the fireworks show. After the fireworks we went on Splash Mountain. I kind of wish we would have gotten the picture because if you could have seen my face you all would have died. I hate log rides. When I was little I used to close my eyes as soon as we got in the log and I wouldn't open them until the ride stopped. As a grown up I only felt the need to close my eyes for the drop. But they were very firmly closed and scrunched up. Haha. Gotta make sure I absolutely do not see any of the drop.
Thursday we decided to just take pictures. Here they are. For you my Midget. We actually stood in line for like an hour and a half to get our pictures taken with the Princesses. Tiana was very spunky- we liked her a lot.


We got to meet Minnie, my favorite... see our Minnie ears and my Minnie shirt?

And Mickey- while we were standing in line to meet Mickey, Minnie cut the line and made-out with him! Scandalous! Haha. Did you know that they are just dating after all these years? Men.
Jasmine...
Belle is my Princess! Nicole is Ariel, Bridget is Aurora, Casi is Mulan, and I am Belle. She has brown hair and likes to read... ME!
This was in Minnie's house. Her fashion magazine has Jessica Rabbit on the cover. Love it!

After we finished taking pictures we thought our feet needed to be amputated. Then we got lost in Anaheim. Then stuck on the 91 for a good two hours. Haha. It was an excellent trip over all. I loved going to Disneyland, meeting all our favorite characters, and spending four days with one of my best friends in the whole universe. Thanks for a great week Ho! I love you to pieces!

Being bookwormy and bossy

Ok, so my midget wants me to write a blog suggesting books for others to read. Not that she has the time to read, but whatever... I aim to please. Haha. I figured I should probably stick to books that I have already read... which means that I reserve the right to add to this list at a future date, probably multiple future dates. For now I am suggesting my absolute all time favorites and a few that I have recently read. So here goes: (These are in no particular order...)

1. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen- I'm going to be honest and say that this is not my favorite Jane Austen book, however, it is most people's and a good gateway to reading Jane Austen's other works. Which, if it didn't sound overly ambitious, I would just say read the complete works of Jane Austen because I love all the rules and I love how everything turns out just right in the end... I frequently wish the real world was like a Jane Austen novel.
2. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte- you had to know I was going to slip my classics in... Here's the reason I love Jane Eyre, it's a classic love story/mystery. It has it all. Including a crazy lady living in the attic.
3. The Magicians and Mrs. Quent by Galen Beckett- This book is like a combination of all my favorite classics, Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, etc. However, there's this wonderful plot twist of magicians and witches and all sorts of lovely magic and bad guys.
4. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald- I just love the imagery in this book. Fitzgerald paints this beautiful picture of life in the 1920's and I want to go there.
5. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger- This book has haunted me since the first time I read it. Some parts are a little inappropriate I suggest skipping over them, the book is totally worth it. It's probably one of the most beautiful and complicated love stories I've ever read.
6. The Earth Hums in B Flat by Mari Strachan- This book is about a child who thinks she can fly and solve a murder. Anyone who has ever met me should understand why this appeals to me... The way the novel is written is almost like a song in itself- it's beautiful.
7. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier- This is probably my favorite book of all time. But the first chapter is really hard to get through so just bear with it for a while. This novel has a love story, a crazy mystery, and it is also kind of haunting. My three favorite things in a book.
8. Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz- This is a book about a fry cook who can see ghosts. Thomas is so charming and so awkward and the story is different from anything else you will ever read. Which is why I love it.
9. Dear John by Nicholas Sparks- in a way, I hate this book. Like really hate it. But, the story stays with you for a long time after you finish it and after a while it seems like it might have ended right after all.
10. Atonement by Ian McEwan- I love this story because it starts from a child's point of view. I also love this story because everything goes gloriously wrong because a child's imagination goes wild. The characters in this book seem real to me, they are probably the most real character descriptions I have ever read.
11. The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale- This is a nice, light, easy read. It is entertaining the whole time. And as opposed to most of my favorites, it doesn't make you think too much and it doesn't leave you feeling haunted by the story. It's just a really fun fairytale.
12. Go Ask Alice by Anonymous- This is a journal written by a young woman who becomes addicted to drugs. If you've ever had an interest in the mind of drug addict this is a fascinating read. It also describes what it's like to do LSD and serves as a cautionary tale.
13. The Third Angel by Alice Hoffman- This book is written backwards. I love that. It starts now and then tells the story of the generation before. I like it because you start out knowing the end, but not the beginning.
14. The Givenchy Code and the Manolo Matrix by Julie Kenner- This is actually two books. But they are by the same author so I counted them as one. These books have the cyphers and codes of an awesome mystery combined with cool locations in New York and fashion... need I say more.
15. The Work and the Glory by Gerald Lund- amazing stories that actually teach you church history.
16. People of the Book by Geraldine Brooks- Everytime I pick up an old book I wonder who made the book, how it was made, and I wonder about the people who read it before me. This book is about a special book and tells the stories of all those different people. Plus, there is a mystery!
17. Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell- I'm going to admit upfront that this is a really long book but it doesn't seem like it while you're reading it. The main character is so flawed in this book, but you are still drawn to her and her story. Plus, it's an excellent way to get interested in the civil war.
18. The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood- probably my favorite dystopian novel. It shows you what the possibilities are when the world goes crazy. It's not a world I would want to live in, but I found it incredibly interesting.
19. 1984 by George Orwell- It's a pretty easy read and I support anything that encourages a healthy suspicion and questioning of authority. It might make you a little paranoid of big brother for a while, but who says that's a bad thing?
That's it. I hope you find something on my list that you want to read or at the very least that it inspires you to pick up a book. Happy Reading!

My Other Resolution Was A Lie!

Since making my non-New Year's resolution, I have become addicted to The Legend of The Seeker. And therefore my actual New Year's resolution is to become this lady:Her name is Kahlan and she is super pretty, kicks serious bad guy trash, and has the ability to make any man her love slave! This might even supercede my childhood wish to become Wonder Woman... it's hard to tell. Kahlan can use her powers to discern the truth- Wonder Woman has a lasso of truth. And it's a toss-up who has a better outfit... So yeah, that's my new quest. Anyway you can help me achieve this goal would be much appreciated. Haha. You know you love me!

Resolutions...HAH!

This year I am not only not going to make a resolution, I'm going to take back last years resolution (Seeing as how I didn't quite accomplish it). Mainly because if I had known myself better I would have known better than to make it. My non-relationship is sadly the best relationship I have. So in 2010 I hope everything stays the same. Cheers!

How Old is Old Enough?

Is there an age limit for doing what your parents tell you? And if so, am I getting close to it? Not that I don't love being obedient, but I have too many parents and all of them like to tell me different things to do... MUY CONFUSING!

Being Not Scroogey

Nothing illustrates the true reason for the season better than my favorite Christmas song! It bears an amazing testimony of the Savior and the true importance of His birth. I choke up every time I hear the first and third verses. So, please read, and as you read, pause to remember how much the Savior loves us.

O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,

It is the night of Our dear Saviour's birth.

Long lay the world In sin and error pining,

'Til He appear'd And the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope The weary world rejoices,

For yonder breaks A new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees! O, hear the angels' voices!

O night divine, O night when Christ was born;

O night divine, O night, O night Divine.

Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming,

With glowing hearts By His cradle we stand.

So led by light of A star sweetly gleaming,

Here come the wise men From Orient land.

The King of Kings Lay thus in lowly manger;

In all our trials Born to be our friend.

He knows our need, To our weakness is no stranger,

Behold your King! Before Him lowly bend!

Behold your King, Behold your King.

Truly He taught us To love one another;

His law is love And His gospel is peace.

Chains shall He break For the slave is our brother;

And in His name All oppression shall cease.

Sweet hymns of joy In grateful chorus raise we,

Let all within us Praise His holy name.

Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,

His power and glory Evermore proclaim.

His power and glory Evermore proclaim.

Possibility

Possibility by Lykke Li

There’s a possibility

There’s a possibility

All that I had was all I gon’ get

There’s a possibility

There’s a possibility

All I gon get is gone with your step

So tell me when you hear my heart stop,

You’re the only who knows

Tell me when you hear my silence

There’s a possibility

I wouldn’t know

Know that when you leave

Know that when you leave

By blood and by mean

You walk like a thieve

By blood and by mean

I fall when you leave

So tell me when you hear my heart stop,

You’re the only one who knows

Tell me when you hear my silence

There’s a possibility

I wouldn’t know

Tell me when my sigh is over

You’re the reason why I’m close

Tell me if you hear me falling

Theres a possibility

It wouldn’t show

By blood and by mean

I fall when you leave

By blood and by mean

I follow your lead

Feels Like Home?

Lately I feel like a broken record. I don't know what to do with my life. I'm mad at this boy. I don't know what to do with my life. I like this boy. I don't know what to do with my life... you all are going crazy wanting to punch me in the face or the stomach since that is probably where you will be sick if you have to hear about how bad my life sucks one more time. I'm sorry! Thanks for bearing with me even though you'd rather be somewhere else. But, I'm going to make you all crazy one more time because blogging is very therapeutic for me. I kind of just need everything out there and organized in writing. Ha ha. So, I had an epiphany of sorts tonight. I had this panicky overwhelmed feeling overcome me, like there is so much that I need to accomplish and I'm running out of time to do it. And I didn't know what to do. I was sitting in a chair crying when I needed to talk to a certain someone. I never understand why I need to talk to him or why I need him in my life. So I started thinking about it. And I remembered something that happened when I was sixteen. It was the last day of school-junior year. And for some reason a friend and I weren't invited to go to breakfast with our friends. So we decided to forget them and hang out with some other girls and go to lunch with them in Cedar to celebrate our summer freedom. Everything was fun and fine at lunch, we had a good time, all was well. Then two of the girls who rode with us wanted to stop by the apartment of some college boys they knew. When we got to the apartment there was a bong laying on the counter and a bag of weed in another room, the whole apartment smelled like weed and the guys were totally creepy. I was raised in a bar with alcoholics, but drugs were new for me. I didn't know what to do- it was one of those experiences where you are sick because the Spirit just flew out the window. The two girls we were with wanted to stay so my friend and I drove around town for a couple of hours waiting because we didn't want to leave them. It really wasn't the biggest deal. I've had much more upsetting experience since then. But I spent the rest of the day trying to get rid of that sick feeling I got from the loss of the Holy Ghost. Later that day I was driving around town thinking and I saw this boy and a friend playing a game. So I stopped to talk to them. As soon as I could look into his eyes, the bad, sick feeling was gone. And I felt instantly safe. In that moment I knew that no matter what happened, I was safe with him. That no matter what happened, if he could help it, he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. To this day that boy makes me feel safe in a way that no one else does. I know from life experience that he would do pretty much anything for me. So I guess that's why, at the end of a bad day, I need him in my life to tell me that everything is going to be okay. I need him to tell me that because I know that he wouldn't say it if it wasn't true. He feels like home. And to quote the Dixie Chicks, "I need something to believe in, Breathe in sanctuary in the, Easy silence that you make for me, It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me, And the peaceful quiet you create for me, And the way you keep the world at bay for me". No matter what's going on, he always feels like my center, my constant, my home base, if you will... the one place that I'm always safe. And no matter how hard I try I can't seem to let that go- because no matter how hard I push, he always answers when I call.

U2, The Black Eyed Peas, and Billy Gilman...?!

I had a weirdly (for me) eventful weekend. It all started with a text from my little brother Friday morning letting me know that he was ditching out on a family concert to go to a Halloween carnival at his old elementary school. What a dumb kid. So my mom told me to bring a friend. Luckily Casi Jo was able to go with me. We had a very fun drive to Vegas...
"Did we pass Mesquite?" -Jess
"I don't think so. I don't remember seeing any buildings." -Casi Jo
"That's a sign for Glendale, so we for sure passed Mesquite..." -Jess
"Should we be scared that neither of us noticed a city?" - Casi Jo
"eh." -Jess
and the awesome
"Do you like Jimmy?"- Jess
"Your little brother or your step dad?"- Casi Jo
"EATWORLD!"- Jess
However, when we got to Vegas my step-dad had something crazy go wrong with his eyes and his doctor told him that he couldn't go to the concert. And my mom didn't want him to stay home alone, so Casi Jo and I went to the concert with my step-dad's best friend and his wife... All I have to say is that they are a really special couple. They argued pretty much the whole way to the concert- mainly about instructions for the limo driver. My favorite argument of the evening was this,
"If you're going to act like this all night I'm going to be super annoying to make your life even more miserable." Cath
"Joke's on you. It's not even possible to make me more miserable than I already am." -Mike
Casi and I silently laughed pretty much the whole drive. It was pretty entertaining. When we got to the concert I made Casi Jo stand in line for like half and hour to get my mom a shirt. She loved me. Ha ha. While we were in line we stood next to a man who thought it was funny to yell periodically... "Ya, Ted Nugent." or "I can't wait to see Black Sabbath!" There was also a man who got garlic fries and ate them in line and made Casi and I want to throw up. So Casi finally pushed her way to the front of the line (and butted a couple of people) and I got the shirts. The Black Eyed Peas were already on stage, so we found our seats. Mike refused to sit with us- which we also found pretty funny. Fergie is awesome. Will I Am pissed me off because he kept saying mother %$^*@!. And he did this Barack Obama tribute- which actually got a surprising number of boos considering it was a U2 concert. Ha ha.
While we were waiting for U2 to come on we had this really random conversation about serial killers with Cath, which morphed into a conversation about scary movies and this random girl in front of us jumped right into our conversation. Cath thought that was weird. Casi Jo and I explained that it happens to us all the time because we're from Utah and we don't drink so we had to grow personalities and people find us really entertaining. Or at the very least, we find ourselves very entertaining. Ha ha. U2 was cool. I don't know a lot of their songs- but I think Bono is very attractive so that made things better.
We've already established that I have no business taking pictures. But I'm posting some anyway. ha ha.So like halfway through the U2 concert Bono starts talking about a spacestation and how it was the inspiration for their stage- it didn't occur to me before then that that's what the stage was (I may have thought it was a caterpillar until that point.) So, I shout "Oh, It's a Spaceship!!!" So loud that the row of people in front of me turned and looked at me. Casi was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe "good Jess. We all knew that." And you all only wish that you could have seen our interpretation of what "She moves in mysterious ways" meant! Ha ha. Also, Bill Clinton was randomly there. I want a secret service agent to follow me around. They are hott. All in all it was a great concert and Casi and I had an awesome time.


Yesterday we drove back to Utahland because Casi had to drive to Heber last night. And I watched the end of the BYU game with Rob and his little bro. GO TCU!!! Then we went bowling. Rob and I took two of his little brothers with us. So, we're bowling and Dave shows up with a date and just happens to get put in the lane next to ours- so awesome- and so not awkward. ha ha. The best part of my whole night was in the arcade after bowling. We were looking at the games to see if we wanted to play any of them when Gary leans up against the jukebox and it just randomly starts playing that Billy Gilman song, "One Voice". So Gary feels the need to shout, "I didn't pick this" and walks away quickly. I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard. Basically, those are the highlights of my weekend. You know you love me!

I'm there

So you all know about my obsession with the dating bible, aka "He's Just Not That Into You". Well, I thought I'd just let everyone know that I've reached this point, "You start thinking that maybe you actually deserve better, not because you learned to love yourself or lost all that weight or saw a great episode of Dr. Phil, but just because you got bored. Bored with the same type of misery over and over again." I'm bored. So find me a guy- I'm tired of wasting the pretty.