"Today Americans drink as much bottled water as they do milk, and slightly less than beer."

hahaha

that's so depressing....we're more than slightly drunken, depressingly dehydrated, and sufficiently calcified.

who would've thunk? :O

read the rest of the article here:
http://health.msn.com/dietfitness/greenarticlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100164226&GT1=10109

the list

tonight i learned that i had managed to get on a list. not a hit list, either, so i was fairly impressed with myself (since being on a hitless would be a virtually effortless achievement for me :P)

the discovery really put things in perspective, though. it seemed to make everything a little more "worth it" than it had previously seemed. it closed the door to the pity room, firmly locking me out.
i'm thinking now that maybe maintaining my place on that list is really what i should be concentrating on--not whether these shoes match perfectly with this purse, or whether that guy thinks you're cute, or whether you have a date to this event or that. just because distractions come in all shapes and sizes, and they're hiding behind every corner that you think you've triumphantly turned.

maybe instead of worrying obsessively about popularity or grades or appearance or a plethora of other vain, prideful things, i should be giving my spot on that list a little more attention.

you've gotta start somewhere, right?

:O

post-prom non-hangover

post-prom non-hangover hangover is the worst. it's almost 11:00 in the morning and it feels like 6:30...maybe that's just because i'm not a morning person. :P

i think it's safe to say that the LDS Prance was an official success, despite its careful and cost-effective planning that dates back to February. haha yeah...despite :P

three cheers for the prom committee!! :D

i think my favorite part, though, might've been the after party. maybe even the AFTER after party, which involved serious hose warfare and derek's discovery that spraying teenage girls in prom dresses with the hose results in a LOT of screaming.

and jocelyn, because i know you read these (:P), you still owe us a performance! :D

i finally figured out that it was a terrible lie that i was told that you don't need minutes to text on saipancell. i thought it was too good to be true. apparently i was right :P haha i need to go buy a card. i feel as if i have no right hand without the ability to text. it's depressing. :O

hmph.

the dangers of pink sugar

there's a mass of white, covered--no, doused-- in sugar, resting comfortably in my refrigerator at the moment. it possess tinges of pink, and is split in half by a sweet redness. along its edges grow modest clumps of flowers, in strange, sweet colors that don't normally occur on our planet. what is this strange being?

my birthday cake. it's HUGE. and only 1/3 eaten by the time i brought it home. it is now painfully clear to see what my diet is going to consist of for the next week. that is, until i depart and leave to my parents to solemn responsibility of ingesting approximately 10 pounds of incredibly sweet raspberry vanilla cake. i have a pretty high tolerance for sweetness (actually...that's a lie...i can barely sip a Pepsi it's so sweet) but this thing is SACCHARINE. the excessive sweetness is like...for lack of a better word..."WHOA."

so this afternoon, i'm just sitting at my mom's laptop that has been painstakingly plugged into the DSL (the laptop due to our computer's having crashed AGAIN...mom's convinced that it has thoroughly died this time...i disagree...i can still hear it grunting) and i see my dad (through the eyes in the back of my head...or perhaps due to the uncontrollable swiveling of our swively desk chair) walk into the living room with a large plank of wood. he then starts to take all the cushions off the little couch and installs this large, creepy plank of wood underneath the big butt cushion. completely appalled, i run into the living room:
me: what are you doing?!
dad: fixing the couch!
me: why?! it's working fine!
dad: no, it's not! it SAGS!
me: *blank stare* it's a couch, dad. it's supposed to sag.
dad: this one sags extraneously.
me: does not! *dramatically drapes herself over the couch, preventing further reassembly*
dad: move!
me: no! the couch doesn't sag! and now it's all hard! it's gonna hurt our butts!

he didn't believe me. he remained convinced that the couch was "firm" rather than in the butt-breakingly hard state that presently resides in.

my mom is watching television (happily perched atop the woodified couch) right now and i overheard someone on "dateline" or "frontline" or "nightline" or one of those linear shows and the anchor woman was proclaiming the latest advents in customer satisfaction, including "rent-a-husband", just in case a woman needs some extra help around the house. frighteningly enough. rent-a-husband. i'm terrified. i wonder if they have "rent-a-wife", just in case there are men out there with a deep longing for domesticity and willing to pay big bucks for it.

the last week of school has been remarkably educational, ironically enough.
i have learned:
1. that saying something implies that you mean it
2. that blog-fighting is the literally the dumbest thing ever
3. that mr. lee really does think that everything is about him, connected to him, and caused, even if indirectly, by him
4. that korean pop is vastly underrated
5. that even candidates for Ms. Universe have to deal with gravity at some point
6. that oreo cake and rice krispie treat dough is not a good combination (unless a killer stomachache is your one dream in this world)
7. that my hair has no pity for me--even on my birthday
8. that michael buble is dating emily blunt, and that to compete i'm going to have to get very friendly with the cube-of-cheese strategy
9. that i'm fear-inducing (talk about depressing :S)
10. that "scourge of the earth" is actually preferable to "pimpleface" when it comes to cruel but deserved nicknames
11. that jae hee has good taste in stuffed bears

haha i know we're not supposed to talk about dennis, but his facial expression when lena so brilliantly asserted that "confuse-shus" was missing an E was priceless.

mr bramlett: *sing-song voice* i am so smart, i am so smart, SMRT, SMRT
hee jin: *contorted, concentrated face* wait...hahaha he spelled it wrong!!! hahaha
amanda: *gives hee jin the patented amanda-spots-an-idiot glare*

...the next day...
miguel: (upon walking into ms mili's office) soy guapo.
me: *snickers audibly*

i witnessed a fight!! at SIS!! between a 6th grader and an 8th grader, but still. rafael jones and jackie (or pablo, depending on your allegiances). it was a full-fledged fight. the 6th grade bully just cried and cried, digging himself deeper and deeper into a hole as he tried to get himself out of trouble by pinning the whole thing on poor jackie. hilarious. i couldn't stop laughing. ms armstrong's face upon running outside to keep little rafael, the bully, from continuing to punch jackie in the stomach (since he couldn't reach his face) was priceless.

lost--michael buble

I can't believe it's over
I watched the whole thing fall
And I never saw the right man was on the wall
If I don't land
Days were slipping past
That the good things never last
That you were crying

Summer turned to winter
And the snow it turned to rain
And the rain turned into tears upon your face
I hardly recognized the girl you are today
And god I hope it's not too late
It's not too late
'Cause you are not alone
I'm always there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When your worlds crashing down
And you can't bear to fall
I said, babe, you're not lost

Life can show no mercy
It can tear your soul apart
It can make you feel like you've gone crazy
But you're not
Things have seem to changed
There's one thing that's still the same
In my heart you have remained
And we can fly fly fly away

'Cause you are not alone
And I am there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When the world's crashing down
And you can not bear to crawl
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost

call me irresponsible = the best CD ever made. seriously. go limewire it right now. or, if you're feeling honest, go buy it. the little lyric book is like the highlight :D. lost, call me irresponsible, everything, wonderful tonight, me & mrs. jones, and always on my mind are my favorites as of now. and i foolishly thought that he couldn't possibly top everything. oh me of little faith. ;)

pretty, huh? ^^

give me a chance to hold on

it seems strange and a little cruel that after three years of high school, it hasn't gotten any easier. i mean, isn't that stupid adage supposed to have some credence? isn't practice supposed to make perfect?

Give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Just give me something to hold on, to,

It's so clear now that you are all that I have,
I have no fear now you are all that I have,
It's so clear now that you are all that I have,
I have no fear now you are all that I have.

right now, snow patrol is half annoying and half about to make me freaking cry.

they always teach us in church that you should never be anyone but yourself when you try to make friends, but i always figured they had the luxury of saying that up in the pulpit or at the front of the classroom because they simply weren't there when conforming became more of a necessity than a choice to be scorned.

it's always been kind of a painful truth that i'll have to eat my words at least once a day. if i strike out early in the morning, it's obvious what kind of day it's going to be. i say something stupid at least once a day, usually more. and not just your normal, run-of-the-mill unintelligent comment. something remarkably stupid or insensitive or mean, even if i didn't intend it to be that way, and even though it "didn't sound that way in my head". that's the price, i suppose, for letting every thought come tumbling out of your mouth, giving it very little, if any, of a chance to go through the editing process.

usually the stupid comments hurt people, albeit completely unintentionally. none of that seems to matter when looking at it in retrospect, though. all anyone remembers is that caroline was a mean, bitter girl with a mouth that would talk a mile a minute about anyone who scorned her in the least. what no one understood, though, was that it was the mile a minute scorned-girl talk that got the highest ratings; the most laughs. why do you think it was always coming out? if you hadn't laughed, do you think she would've said it? it was just a stupid facade in the hopes that you would see it and confuse insecurity for meanness, since it's much easier to hide behind being a jerk than being vulnerable. i was never that girl. you made her when you didn't accept who she used to be and who she really is. why couldn't you just have said that it didn't matter? that i shouldn't even have tried, since in the end it would be all for naught anyway?