Mom? MOM!

I should probably dedicate this post to my mother. I should probably do that.

I should probably do that seeing as it's a National day. Turns out Mother's Day is not just one of those holidays that only people in Utah celebrate like the 24th of July (Pioneer Day) or Ash Wednesday. No. This holiday is huge. 

So here's this.

Happy Mother's Day Ma! Love you with all of my being.

But also. If on this day you do not have a mother to say those words to, or your mother is not there to hear everything you wish you could tell her, or whatever your personal reason is, just take a second and find someone else in this world that makes you a better person and thank them for doing that.

Mother's day isn't about being a literal "mother". A mother isn't only the person who gave birth to you, although I guess that is one definition. A mother is the one who teaches you, watches you, knows you, and loves you unconditionally no matter what she might know about you. *gulp*

So maybe your form of mother is a father, or an aunt, or a grandma, or a godparent, or a neighbor, or a cat. Who knows! It's up to you to decide. But whoever you decide it is, remember it's Mother's Day, so tell them you love them. 

And for those with two moms, well you might just be the luckiest ones out there. 

Count it! Count it all!

I just bought me a new harmonica! Or as the pros say, a new harp.
(Do the pros say that?)

Thus begins day three of my adventurous summer. It's going well thus far. However I am going to keep a tally, of the things I want most this summer.

0 Black Eyes (that's eyes. not guys. The phrase "I want a black eye" has been misinterpreted one too many times)

0 Bends on the harmonica (although with my new one in the mail, I have a feeling that is gong to change quickly)

0 Stories/Scripts written (but that is about to change. Come tomorrow my whole world will be productive)

0 Dollars made (So far. So far!)

1 set of 4 Pack abs

0 of a six pack

0 Miles run

0 Summer kisses under the stars and the moon (......it'll probably stay that way)

1 pack of skittles

6 hours of movies on netflix

I'm just going to stop there. If anything fantastic happens, I will blog about it! It will be tallied at the end of my blog, so there will be a story, blah blah blah and what not. Then at the end. There will be a tally mark!

For example:

4 plays of the song "Kiss You" by One Direction in a row today.

Good day my friends.

UPDATE**
6 now

*Giant Sigh*

It's my first day of summer!

Well actually yesterday was my first day of summer, but I spent the whole day packing and then getting hustled in bowling. Oh joy.

I'm home now. Home home. The Sandy home where the world is at my fingertips! I can have it all! I'm done with my freshman year of college and the opportunities are endless!

Well actually I've been home for three hours and I'm bored out of my EFFING MIND. It's only 7:44, and my body is used to going to bed around three, but there is nothing to do, but my body won't probably shut off till around three, so if anybody has any ideas of what I can do for the next seven hours (no I didn't have to count on my hands to get that number) then let me know!

I will literally take anything. I just need human slash social interaction. I'm used to having people in and out of my dorm room 24/7, or just going next door to see Maris and Lexie whenever I got bored. But now. NOW?!

I'm dying. Inside. And out.

But I'm going to blog. Every day. Or almost. Because I've got nothing else to do, huh? Except for run and try to get in shape, but who am I kidding? I'm going to eat skittles all day and blog, like I think I was born to do.

I am however proctoring AP tests next week, for money. I get to watch people suffer for money. Now that is what I think I was born to do.

Ambiguous Title.

In one week from today I will be done with my first year of college.

I don't really have anything else to say about that. Nothing funny. Nothing poetic. Simply that it'll be done and gone.

That's weird, because my dorm room is what I refer to as "home" now. But next year my home will change again. Even in a week my home will change, because I will never ever live in this room that I'm sitting in right now ever again.

Also. Did anybody else notice that done and gone are a letter off but they don't rhyme or anything fun? That's a sure bummer.

I could've had so much fun with that.

I hope to blog every day in summer times. Or at least every other. Who knows! Maybe I'm just saying that and I plan to never blog again.

Muhahahah!

I know. I know.

I really suck at blogging these days. But when the day comes where I have time to write again, you'll be so amazed with all my stories (and all my non-stories because I'm too busy to even have stories!). Ohh man. The stories I have.

They'll get you.

But I just needed to take 5 minutes and blog to mention the fact I am sitting at my counter, attempting to work on my emcee script (ah yes! One of those stories I mentioned before), as well as my English research paper outline (which is a beast if I ever saw one). And what is distracting me?

Five people have locked themselves in my room and are belting Les Mis. while watching the lyrics on the computer. I'm experiencing my very own Les Mis. Karaoke.

Right now it's "On My Own". Before that it was "I Dreamed a Dream".

It's fun for me. To hear this. To hear them. *cough sarcasm cough*

I would yell something like, "JUST STOP ALREADY OHMYGOSH. You're RUINING THE SONG.  and my LIFE."

But, the reason I can't do that is because last week I was locked in their room doing the exact same thing. We may have even filmed it (but then it got deleted...Amy...)

They're beautiful. Those hoarse, cracking, somewhat manly voices are what make my world go round. So keep it up kids. I don't care if I fail my paper.

Keep. It. Up.

It's Springbreak.

And all the sudden I can breath again! But not too deeply, because the air quality sucks. Like a whole bunch.

All I know is that these past couple weeks have been insanely insane. Life is happening. How cliche is that eh? But it is! And it's happening fast. I can't believe it. And I can't believe I only have two more months of school.

Enough with that!

I just thought I'd drop by my own blog and say hello. How ya doing? Good? Good.

If you're reading this it means you've stuck with me through my dry spell. If you're not reading this then you're really missing out! I mean, I could be being the funniest person right now and you would never know! I could be offering giving the best life advice anybody could have ever asked for and you'd be missing it. MISSING IT.

So I'm just blogging real quick to remind you guys that I exsist. (I like how I talk like there are plural readers out there. There was at one point. A girl can dream)

This will become more regular once I get back to school. I'll figure out how to balance my life. With little sleep of course, but it will get balanced. Mark my words.

Until then, I leave for Hawaii in the morning! And I have two new books to take with me and I've never been so excited!

Well. I'm going to go Whale watching and visit the observatory, and probably get sunburnt from looking out a window. Enjoy break! Love you all (except you. you know who you are. Watch yourself)

Dun Dun Dun Dun! (Like from Superman or something)

I have a dream.  That one day this nation will rise up and live out...

Jeannie that is not your dream!

Well. No. But I mean, had I been alive at the time I sure hope that would've been my dream!
But you see, this is beside the point. We're so far off topic I don't even know how to get back! I left bread crumbs and everything to follow back. Well not so much bread crumbs as I left bits of dirt and leaves in my wake to help me get back to the start.

Jeannie. You realize we are in the forest and that is literally pretty much the only two things that forests are made up of. 

So I'm not going to find my way back even if we hadn't gotten so far off topic that I don't even know how to get back?

No.

There's no hope?

No.

Well. Seeing as there is no hope, why not share a story!
Everyone gather round. Please. All the woodlin creatures and all. The trolls and goblins. And...wait. Is that Rumplestilskins? 

JUST STOP.

Okay. So I don't really have a story. It's just 1:00 am and I can't seem to find the energy to get to sleep. (How's that for an oxymoron. Eh?) I have class in t-minus 6 hours, so I figure, why not just get ready for it. Do my hair. Put on a little make-up. Shave my legs. Write a pulitzer-prize winning novel. Maybe even bring my old dog Rudy back to life. (*sudden inale* Too soon. Too soon)

Boy who am I kidding. That's preposterous! Six hours won't be enough time to shave the hair I got on my legs. 

In practice, we have to grab a partner, sit across from each other, and stretch each other's calfs. By doing so, you push and pull against each other. Naturally, I take this to be a sort of challenge against a willing foe. Kind of like we're in a ring of fire, (the one that Johnny Cash sings of, you know?) and we're battling to the death. 

My trainer walked by and heard my grunts and my "you haven't got me this time. This time. I will be champion!"...s. His only response was. 

"I feel like I could leave you in the woods with only a match and a glow stick and you could entertain yourself for weeks".

And you know what I have to say about that?

Challenge. Accepted.